After Mitzi's surprise win in her boxing match with
Shirley MacLaine, she spent the night in the hospital then took
a week off from training to let her body recover from the beating
it had taken. She spent the time reflecting on where she was in
her quest for the league championship and what she, with Cyd's
help, would have to do to win it.
The day after the fight, Cyd and Nikki picked Mitzi
up at the hospital and took her back to Cyd's house. On the way,
Cyd told her about Nikki's fight with Adelaide the night before.
Mitzi wasn't surprised they fought, but she was stunned that Cyd
had fired Adelaide, Mitzi's lover and masseuse, without discussing
it with her first. As soon as they got to Cyd's, Mitzi jumped
out of the car, ran inside and locked herself in her room. Despite
Cyd and Nikki's pleading, she refused to come out - even for dinner.
The next morning Nikki got to tell Mitzi what she'd
discovered about Adelaide's role in double-crossing her by telling
Gretchen about Mitzi's "pillow talk" about her training
for the fight. At first, Mitzi wouldn't believe it but Nikki told
her things she'd overheard at Gretchen's; things she couldn't
have known except from Adelaide. Realization sank in. Mitzi had
to admit she'd been seduced and betrayed by Adelaide while Nikki
had been the hostage of Gretchen, Adelaide's puppet master, the
woman who pulled the strings and very nearly cost Mitzi the boxing
match and with it, her chance to fight for the title.
After Mitzi calmed down, Nikki moved in with Mitzi,
replacing Adelaide in her bed. It had been a long time since they'd
been together, but to Nikki it was like she'd never left. She
still knew just how to touch Mitzi to make her respond and how
to calm her when she was upset. And it was good that she did since
Mitzi had just three weeks to get ready to face Rita. The first
two weeks flew by before they knew it, but not without controversy.
Not surprisingly, Cyd and Nikki argued often and
bitterly about Mitzi's preparation for Rita. Nikki felt that since
she was back in Mitzi's life she should resume making her career
decisions - including how to prepare for her fights. Cyd, on the
other hand, had been hired by Ethel Merman to train Mitzi after
Nikki had moved in with Gretchen following the altercation in
the lesbian restaurant [Chap. 9]. Cyd knew as long as Ethel wanted
her in charge, she had complete control over all facets of Mitzi's
career.
Cyd and Nikki's constant arguing made it hard for
Mitzi to concentrate training. Her well-known penchant for high
living asserted itself in Cyd's plan for her to add weight for
wrestling the smaller, lighter Rita Moreno. Mitzi's figure, firm
and well-chiseled for her boxing match with Shirley MacLaine,
quickly softened and rounded out as she added ten pounds in three
weeks. Cyd felt the added weight would enable her to more easily
control Rita on the mat. Nikki, on the other hand, wanted Mitzi
to keep her weight down for better agility against the quick champion.
While Mitzi was being whipsawed between Cyd and Nikki's
opposing strategies, Rita Moreno held court for reporters several
times a week, giving ringside interviewers a look at her training
and regaling them with graphic descriptions of her plans to put
away "...that upstart, Gaynor." Brenda Starr, of 'The
Movie Star News' covered one session and reported on it in the
most recent issue.
MORENO OPENS TITLE FIGHT HYPE - Verbal Salvo at Gaynor by
Brenda Starr
Rita Moreno left little question about her feelings
concerning the upcoming championship fight with Mitzi Gaynor.
In an exclusive interview with this reporter, Miss Moreno said,
"Gaynor's weak. Oh, she's got a little talent but she's got
no heart. She was lucky to win that silly boxing match with Shirley.
I can't believe the judges who voted for her weren't either blind
or bought!"
Moreno went on, "I'm going to destroy Mitzi
with my fists just like I did Mansfield. I'm gonna pound her chest
'til her tits come out between her shoulder blades."
There you have it, a challenge Miss Gaynor certainly
can't refuse to accept since she's had boxing training from Cyd
Charisse. It seemed to pay off against MacLaine but experts opinions
doubt her chances of repeating that in a bare-knuckle, no holds
barred, brawl against the reigning champion during a wrestling
match.
Of course, we don't know what Mitzi and her handlers
are thinking because with a week remaining until the fight, she's
refused to talk to the media, hiding behind bland written statements
passed out by her press liaison, Nikki Spade.
When Nikki read Brenda's story she was furious. She
immediately went looking for Cyd and when she caught up to her,
demanded to know how she planned to keep Rita from inflicting
the same pain and humiliation on Mitzi she had on Jayne Mansfield.
"Mitzi barely won that stupid boxing fight you
put her into," Nikki screamed. "She was just lucky she
didn't get hurt. Everybody who saw it knows it too! We've got
to do something to keep Rita from using her fists on Mitzi or
she won't have a chance."
"Don't be such a worry-wort," Cyd snapped
angrily. "You're always being too negative. Listen, I heard
that talk too but that's all it is - talk. I've been working Mitzi
hard on her wrestling techniques for the past two weeks. I have
no plans of getting in a punching contest with Moreno - or anyone
else for that matter. With that 'china chin' of hers I'd be crazy
to let her anywhere near a bare knuckle fight."
Nikki seemed to calm down, but as she walked away
Cyd followed her across the room, grabbed her arm and spun the
surprised blonde around to continue her verbal abuse. "All
you've talked about for the last two and a half weeks is how Mitzi
doesn't have a chance against Rita; how she's gonna get hurt;
how you'll never forgive me if anything happens to her. Well,
let me tell you something Nikki dear, IF Mitzi loses this fight
it'll be because of your negative attitude. You never once told
her she could win. You're always whining, 'I don't want you to
get hurt,' or 'I want you to stop fighting before you get hurt,'
or 'Please stop fighting and come away with me'. It makes me sick.
And, what's more, it doesn't help Mitzi. Just shut up and leave
her alone."
Nikki was speechless after Cyd's angry outburst.
She stared open-mouthed at her for a moment, then her face flushed
with shame and anger, she spun around and stalked out of the room
leaving Cyd with a wry grin on her face. Seconds later, Mitzi
came bouncing through the door for her afternoon training session
with a puzzled expression.
"What's the matter with Nikki?" Mitzi asked.
"I just saw her run upstairs and it looked like she was crying.
Is something wrong? Maybe I should go check on her?"
"No," Cyd said putting her hand on Mitzi's
shoulder. "Let her be. We were having a little chat about
your match and I don't think she was able to handle my 'constructive
criticism' about her attitude. She'll be fine in a couple of hours.
Come on, get in the ring and let's work on that takedown move.
It's coming along, but I want you to get your weight into it when
take her to the mat, that's why we've been bulking up."
"When are we going to work on punching again?"
Mitzi asked as she climbed through the ropes. "Rita's talking
all about how hard she hits; I wanna show her she's not the only
one who hits hard."
Cyd shook her head and shooed Mitzi to a corner.
"We talked about this twice before. This is a wrestling match
and you're a better wrestler than she is. You saw what Sheree
did to Rita in her last match, nearly broke her leg. That's why
we're spending all this time on your moves. Go after her bad leg
and keep hammering it until she breaks down. Then we can pin her
easily. She's too light and fragile to stand up to us, especially
with the extra weight we've put on. If Jayne Mansfield had wrestled
her instead of falling into Rita's trap and trying to punch with
her, she'd be the champ now. We aren't going to make the same
mistake. Now let's wrestle."
After their practice session ended an hour later,
Cyd took Mitzi aside and told her she had called Brenda Starr
to arrange an interview for Mitzi.
"It's about time," Mitzi sighed. "I
been begging Nikki for weeks go let me talk to that BS. She's
been writing all kinda stuff about Rita. It's like I'm not even
here."
"Nikki and I talked about it before. We wanted
to keep focused on training instead of running your big mouth.
We don't want to say a lot of stuff to get Rita fired up. That
firecracker is gonna be hot enough as it is without shooting off
your yap about her. Just be nice and sweet, say all the right
things about Rita being a great champion and a credit to her race,
etc. Nothing controversial and nothing inflammatory. Remember,
we're America's sweetheart, the Golden Girl! We want everyone
rooting for us when we get into the ring, so don't say anything
that will tarnish our image, got it?"
Mitzi nodded. If there was one thing she knew, it
was how to play the PR game. She'd had to do it often enough at
the studio.
"If we get that Puerto Rican firecracker's fuse
lit," Cyd said, "she'll explode. We want her eager to
get her hands on us but not so mad she takes it out on us. Those
Latin's have tempers and we don't want Rita to lose hers. You
saw what happened to Jayne Mansfield when she shot off her mouth
about Rita thinking she'd be a lot easier to beat if she was mad."
Mitzi nodded, "Well, if I said that kinda stuff,
Rita would kill me! I'll keep it all bland and sweetness like
you said. After I beat her, that's when I'll do my talking - when
I'm wearing the champions belt around my 19 inch waist."
So everyone was shocked when, shortly after Mitzi's
interview, the following article appeared:
GAYNOR "GUARANTEES" FISTFIGHT WIN OVER
MORENO by Brenda Starr
After much negotiation, this reporter was finally
able to sit down for a face-to-face interview with Mitzi Gaynor,
upstart challenger for Rita Moreno's crown. As you'll see, her
comments were far beyond confident, often straying into brash,
if not offensive remarks. While it's no secret that I've been
dismissive of Miss Gaynor's ability - with good reason - I can
only think her latest statements are a symptom of her fear or
paranoia at the prospect of facing one of the most intimidating
champions since Doris Day.
I met Mitzi at the home of her manager, Cyd Charisse
where she's training for the upcoming match. The first thing I
noticed was that she's added at least ten pounds since her startling
judges decision win in the boxing match with Shirley MacLaine.
Mitzi claims the extra weight is part of a strategy for wrestling
the lighter Moreno, but after the beating she took in the late
rounds of her last fight, one wonders if it's not due to her needing
a long convalescence.
When I asked Mitzi to comment on Rita's stunning
win over against Jayne Mansfield, a bigger and more complete fighter
than Mitzi, she shocked me saying, "We can fistfight or wrestle,
I'll beat her at either ...let that little spic fight however
she wants." As if calling the proud Puerto Rican champion
a "spic" weren't bad enough, Mitzi also called Rita
a "Mexican." When I corrected her, Mitzi appeared upset
and snapped, "One greaser's as bad as another. I'm gonna
squeeze her between my thighs 'til her guts turn to guacamole."
Shocked by Mitzi's uncharacteristic racial remarks,
I can only assume she is cracking under the intense pressure of
her first championship fight. Hoping to change the subject, I
asked about Sheree North, a woman Gaynor had faced before and
who will try to settle a long-standing rivalry when she meets
icon Marilyn Monroe in a preliminary to the Gaynor-Moreno title
fight. Marilyn, although barely 30, is already a certain first-ballot
inductee into the Fighting Hall of Fame based on her sterling
record for the past 9 years.
Mitzi dismissed Sheree as, "unimportant"
and immediately turned the conversation back to Rita. "I'm
not afraid of that Marimba shakin' cutie-pie. I could pound her
into the mat with my fists if I wanted to."
Clearly, all the talk about boxing is in response
to criticism of her inability to put Shirley MacLaine away after
she had hurt her; Mitzi's own "fade" in the late rounds
and Rita's overwhelming destruction of sturdy Jayne Mansfield
all preying on Mitzi's mind. She looks like she's ready to snap.
It's obvious to this reporter that, despite her bravado about
using her fists, if she takes that route it will be Gaynor who
is carted out of the ring on a stretcher - much as she was after
her last 'victory.'
In order to give the champion an opportunity to
reply, I sought out Rita at her training camp later that same
day. As always, Rita was accessible to the press, open and charming
- as one would expect of the reigning champion in a classy organization
like Frank's. When I asked Rita if she'd taken Sheree lightly
and about making the same mistake with Mitzi, the popular champ
was surprisingly candid. "Well, yes, that might be true,
especially after that first fall with Sheree; but there's no chance
of me talking Gaynor lightly.... I figure after I pop Mitzi in
that china chin of hers a couple of times I can carry her until
the crowd gets bored. Then I'll give 'em what they want to see."
It wasn't until I repeated some of Mitzi's inflammatory
remarks and asked her to comment on them that Rita's fiery temper
came to the fore. When I told her Mitzi called her a 'Mexican'
and a 'wetback' Rita's eyes narrowed and she got very serious.
"...tell that piece of Hungarian Pastry I WAS going to take
it easy on her. Now, I'm going to hurt her so bad in the first
fall she won't be able to come out for the second."
On hearing Mitzi's boast about using her fists,
Rita snickered, "I'm going to come right out and raise my
fists. If she refuses to put up her dukes, then everyone will
know she's a coward and a blow-hard. If she does, I'm going to
win the fight. You know, I love fighting these big chesty blonde's.
Everybody loves to look at women like Marilyn, Sheree, Mamie and
Mitzi, but as soon as you hurt 'em a little, the fights suddenly
get real easy."
So there you have it fans. Mitzi talking big about
how she's gonna beat the champion and Rita welcoming the opportunity
to expose Mitzi as the 'China-chinned fraud' we all know her to
be. Whatever you think about these two women, they both seemed
to agree on one fact; be in your seat when the fight starts because
neither expects it to last long.
When Cyd read Mitzi's interview in the paper the
day before the fight, she exploded. She couldn't believe Mitzi
hadn't followed her orders. "What's the matter with everyone
around here?" Cyd screamed. "Listen you, Ethel hired
me to run your fighting career because I know what I'm doing.
I had a great plan. Now you went and got Rita mad. What's so hard
for you to figure out? You better do what I tell you from now
on or I'm going to tell Ethel you're 'uncoachable'. If I quit
because you can't follow directions, whadda you think your chances
will be of ever working in this town again, eh? Once Ethel puts
out the word on someone in this town, they're dead! If you step
out of line, just once, I'm going to drop you like a bad habit
and make sure Ethel knows it's because you won't follow orders.""
Mitzi was so frightened of losing Ethel's support
that she swore to do whatever Cyd told her. She loved and respected
Ethel, the woman who first recognized and developed her fighting
ability but she also knew Ethel had the power to end someone's
career if they crossed her. Ethel got Mitzi her first job at the
studio and arranged her first wrestling match for Frank. Mitzi
knew Cyd was right, if Ethel put out the word she'd become a 'non-person'
which would effectively end her career. Ethel Merman had the power
of 'life and death' over young starlets careers and, despite her
feelings for Mitzi, she wouldn't make an exception if Mitzi were
foolish enough to cross her.
Mitzi went ups to Nikki's room and told her everything
that had happened with Brenda and Cyd. Nikki was outraged by the
things Mitzi said to Brenda, especially after Nikki had expressed
concern about the interview to Cyd that same day. Yet, with Cyd
in charge on Ethel's orders, all Nikki could offer Mitzi was reassurance
that, "Whatever Cyd tells you must be right."
That night, Nikki and Mitzi dined alone while Cyd
went downtown to have dinner with Ethel and explain what had happened
in Mitzi's interview with Brenda Starr and fill her in on Mitzi's
preparations for the Moreno fight the next night. Just as they
were sitting down to dinner, Nikki got a phone call. Flustered,
she excused herself and ran upstairs. When she came back a few
minutes later she had changed into a slinky, low-cut dress.
When Mitzi tried to ask her what was going on, Nikki
cut her off before she even finished her question.
"Don't wait up," Nikki told her as she
kissed her cheek. "Something important's came up. I have
to go out for a bit."
Mitzi tried to ask her lover where she was going,
why she was all dressed up and when she'd be home, but Nikki ran
out the door without answering any questions. Mitzi heard a car
pull up at the front gate, a door slam and the sound of squealing
tires as it sped away. Mitzi spent the rest of the evening before
her biggest fight all alone, fretting about what Nikki was up
to, who she was with and what Cyd and Ethel were saying about
her. Last but not least, Mitzi worried about her chances of beating
Rita Moreno the next night after making those idiotic comments
to Brenda Starr. She knew Brenda had deliberately baited her and,
like some naïve starlet, she'd fallen into the trap head
over heels.
"It's been way too long," Karin said as
she ran a hand up Nikki's thigh, pushing her dress ahead of it.
"Yeah," Eve sighed. "We missed playing
our games with you," she giggled as she tugged at the bodice
of Nikki's dress.
Nikki squirmed and tried to shove Karin's hand away,
but Karin grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm aside. Eva held
Nikki's other arm and they pinned her arms against their bodies,
holding her tightly with one hand while the other hand groped
and fondled Nikki's writhing body. She was helpless against their
combined strength and it wasn't long before she was moaning and
jerking on the leather upholstery as Karin fingered her and Eva
pulled her dress down to her waist to suck on her stiff nipples
until, under the dual assault to her senses, Nikki erupted in
a screaming orgasm.
Nikki was even more disheveled when, nearly an hour
later, Karin and Eva pulled her out of the back seat at the front
door of Gretchen's mansion. Holding Nikki up by the elbows, the
giggling teenagers half-carried and half-dragged her in the front
door, through the foyer to the living room. Gretchen was seated
on a brocade settee chatting with several young women when they
appeared. Three of the women were actresses Janet Leigh, Natalie
Wood and Shirley MacLaine and the others were two teenagers, Barbara
Eden and Stella Stevens who sat curled up at Gretchen's feet,
gazing up at their mentor with rapt and undisguised admiration.
Nikki was dazed and disoriented when Karin dumped her on the floor
on her hands and knees between Eden and Stevens.
"There she is," Eva cackled. "Just
as you wanted. We even got her all warmed up and ready to run."
Karin giggled at Eva's comment as Gretchen leaned
forward, lifted Nikki's head by the chin and peered into her eyes.
"What'd you give her? She wasn't like this when
you picked her up was she?" Gretchen snapped.
The teens exchanged nervous glances. Eva looked down
at Nikki who pulled her feet up under her and laid her cheek on
Gretchen's feet.
"She got a little tense in the car," Eva
murmured. "Karin gave her something to loosen her up. It
worked as you can see."
Eva reached down and lifted Nikki's dress. Underneath,
she was naked; the insides of her slender thighs were still sticky
with the residue of multiple orgasms and teen saliva.
"Take her upstairs, undress her and get her
cleaned up," Gretchen said, her face twisted in anger. "Put
her in bed and you two delinquents go to your rooms and think
about the penalty for using your Aunt's playthings without permission."
While the girls carried Nikki upstairs, the other
guests struggled to control their mirth. Karin and Eva weren't
just a handful, they were brats who loved to torment everyone
who hung out at Gretchen's mansion in order to get close to the
most influential woman in Frank's circle. Gretchen gave her nieces
a lot of leeway but reined them in before things got out of hand
- usually!
Gretchen told the others to entertain themselves
while she looked after her "guest" but as soon as she
excused herself to go upstairs, the party broke up. Some of the
girls went upstairs by themselves or with a 'friend' but Janet
and Natalie kissed briefly at the door before they returned to
their own homes.
Gretchen walked into her bedroom just as Eva and
Karin were getting off the bed where Nikki lay soporific but looking
well-satisfied. Karin quickly wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand as she turned and quickly left the room with a sly wink
at her cousin. Gretchen grabbed Eva's arm, pulled her close and
hissed, "How much did you give her?"
"Just one shot to calm her down," the young
blonde said, wincing at the pain her Aunt was causing with her
powerful grip. "She put up a struggle in the car and Karin
told me to shut her up. She'll be fine in a half hour or so. Gosh,
at least SHE got to climax. Karin never gave me a chance to..."
"That's a shame dear," Gretchen purred
as she patted her niece's cheek. "But you really shouldn't
touch my things without permission. Maybe going to bed unfulfilled
will teach you a lesson. Now, go to your room. I'll deal with
you and your cousin in the morning."
Eva left her Aunt's bedroom but when she reached
her bedroom door she heard a hiss. Karin's leering face was peering
out of her own bedroom door. Karin lasciviously licked her full
lips and crooked her finger. Grinning, Eva bounded into her cousins
room, leapt into her arms and kissed her. Karin closed the door
and pulled Eva to her bed where they spent the night as they spent
many nights, cuddled in each others arms exploring the joys of
Sapphic satisfaction.
Gretchen sat with Nikki until the blonde regained
her senses. After letting her sip some water, Gretchen got down
to business about why Nikki had come to see her. The first thing
she asked was whether Nikki had told Cyd or Mitzi where she was
going or who she was seeing.
"No," Nikki said quickly, remembering how
when she called her, Gretchen warned her to tell no one what she
was up to. "Besides, Cyd's off having dinner with Ethel.
I just told Mitzi I was going out and ran for the car. She hasn't
a clue."
"As usual," Gretchen muttered. "I'm
not surprised about Cyd and Ethel. They've every right to be concerned.
I read Brenda Starr's article today. What is Cyd thinking, having
Gaynor mouth off like that before a fight?"
"I don't know what's going on," Nikki sighed.
"Cyd wasn't even there for the interview. From what Mitzi
told me, she said all that on her own. Cyd's as upset as you are.
In fact, she got a call from Ethel as soon as she saw the story.
Cyd's trying to explain to Ethel what happened. Even Mitzi feels
bad about it. She realizes she's given Rita a big advantage by
not keeping that temper of hers under control. But then, Brenda
Starr can always get under Mitzi's skin anyway. I'm sure it was
deliberate."
Gretchen nodded, "I want to put a bet down on
Mitzi tomorrow night, but I'm not sure if that's such a good idea
after that mess. What's Cyd's strategy for the fight? She's not
dumb enough to let Rita goad Mitzi into a fist fight is she?"
Nikki sat up, the silk sheet sliding down from her
chest. The sheet pooled around her hips as she wiped the moist
hair out of her wide eyes and shook her head earnestly.
"Oh no," she gasped. "Cyd's been adamant
about Mitzi NOT using her fists. She's even put on 10 pounds to
help when they're on the mat wrestling. Cyd's got no intention
of letting it deteriorate into a fist fight. She knows Rita would
destroy Mitzi if that happened, she as much as told her so."
"I'm glad to hear that," Gretchen said
as she stroked Nikki's stomach softly. "I think Mitzi has
a chance - a small one, but a real chance - to beat Rita. You
know, of course, Rita's knee injury still isn't fully healed from
when North almost ripped her leg off."
"I know," Nikki said., her eyes coming
alive as the effects of the drug Karin and Eva gave her began
to wear off. "Cyd's been working on ways to take advantage
of it. Mitzi's going to surprise a lot of her detractors tomorrow."
Gretchen threw herself full length on top of Nikki,
kissing and fondling her as she shrugged out of her silk robe.
She smiled as she heard a pleased gasp from Nikki when her big
breasts tumbled out and slapped against the blonde ex-detective's
face. Nikki grabbed them and began kissing and sucking the erect
nipples. Gretchen wedged a knee between Nikki's thighs, slid her
hand between their bellies and started to finger the aroused young
blonde toward another orgasm. After Nikki climaxed with a loud,
unrestrained scream, Gretchen sat back and looked at her.
"Do you scream like that for your Mitzi?"
she asked with a crooked smile.
"She doesn't like me to scream," Nikki
pouted. "She's afraid Cyd will get mad. She's right, that
bitch is so conservative - I can't stand her. Just a look from
her and Mitzi tenses up. She won't even let me touch her when
Cyd's around - and she's always watching us except when we're
in Mitzi's room. I wouldn't be surprised if she drilled a hole
in the wall or something just to watch us. She's so strange, you
know she just might ...."
Gretchen put a finger to Nikki's lips, silencing
her diatribe. "Do you really want to spend the rest of the
night talking about Cyd Charisse or would you rather play our
game?"
Nikki clapped her hands together excitedly and immediately
rolled over on her stomach, putting her hands behind her back.
"Play!" Nikki moaned. "I can't believe
how much I miss this. It's such a wicked kind of sex..."
She stopped in mid-sentence when she felt the cold
metal of Gretchen's handcuffs close over her wrists. A moment
later, a thick ball gag was wedged in her willingly open lips
and tied behind her head. A blindfold completed Gretchen's preparations
as Nikki struggled up onto her knees, her chest flat on the bed
and her bare bottom raised. Behind her on the bed, Gretchen sat
on her knees and slowly ran her hands over the firm roundness
of Nikki's offered ass as she closed her eyes and imagined the
pleasure they were about to share.
Even through the thick walls of the old mansion Karin
and Eva squirmed as they listened to the smack of Gretchen's palm
on Nikki's bottom as the old German émigré refreshed
Nikki's lessons about the joy of 'tough love.' Nikki's body tensed,
jerked, bucked and twitched as Gretchen used her bare hands, a
strap and finally a wooden paddle on every inch of her body. Nikki's
abnormally sensitive flesh tingled at the skillful application
of Gretchen's strokes. The beating burst the tiny capillaries
under the skin, swelling the most tender parts of Nikki's body
and pushing the sensitive nerve endings out until every inch of
her taut body was hyper-sensitive to even the lightest touch.
Even something as innocuous as a feather, properly stroked on
her red, swollen and tender flesh, caused Nikki to experience
unbelievable sensations.
Gretchen played Nikki's flushed body with her fingers,
tongue and assorted 'toys' like a tightly strung instrument. Over
and over, she brought Nikki to the brink of an orgasm only to
stop to spank, slap, tickle or paddle another sensitive part of
her body. Gretchen knew just how far to go before she changed
methods. This was an important part of Nikki's training, one that
would take years to fully implement, but already Nikki's body
was responding. Gretchen recognized the first subtle signs when
Nikki's nipples instantly perked to arousal as soon as she put
her in handcuffs. Nikki was the perfect subject for her games;
her lithe body quickly responded to spanking or paddling - Gretchen's
favorite types of foreplay.
It was an hour before Gretchen 'allowed' Nikki to
have her first orgasm and it didn't disappoint either of them.
Nikki's body arched upward, then exploded - shuddering to a climax
so powerful she nearly bit the ball gag in two! Several more orgasms
followed in rapid succession until Nikki almost passed out from
the sheer sensory overload of delight!
Finally, Nikki's body ended up sprawled panting in
a puddle of sheets wet from her sweat and bodily secretions as
her long, lanky legs gently jerked and spasmed as they lay wrapped
around Gretchen's hips with her kneeling between them. Leaning
forward, the big redhead slowly scratched her long fingernails
down the length of Nikki's back, over the swell of her buttocks
and along the backs of her quivering thighs.
Gretchen fully knew this "marking" of Nikki
would give her much discomfort when Mitzi (or even Cyd!) saw it.
There would be embarrassing questions, deviously ingenious reminders
of the satisfying sensations that only Gretchen could provide.
She loved the delicious irony that Nikki's other lover Mitzi,
who, by asking pointed questions, would actually be working for
her; reminding Nikki that it was she, not Mitzi, who satisfied
her the way she desperately longed to be satisfied.
Gretchen unshackled Nikki's wrists, removed her blindfold
and gag and rolled her onto her back. Nikki lay unresisting as
she was handcuffed again, this time with her wrists to the headboard
of Gretchen's huge bed. Then the big redhead picked up a small
crop and crawled up over Nikki's body until she was seated on
the upturned face of the blonde former private eye.
"Now Miss Detective," Gretchen hissed as
she reached back and gave Nikki's belly a sharp crack with the
leather riding crop. "It's your turn to detect what you can
in my privates."
Nikki didn't hesitate, eagerly craning her neck and
plunging her pink tongue deep between the swollen folds of flesh
that guarded the entrance to Gretchen's hot, moist pussy. The
redhead's body lifted up momentarily as Nikki penetrated her,
then sloughed back down with a loud sigh. As Nikki tongued her
toward her orgasm, Gretchen idly flicked the crop backward behind
her, slapping Nikki's red, sensitive breasts, erect nipples and
her heaving tummy. Then Gretchen suddenly grabbed the headboard,
squeezed her soft thighs on Nikki's head and rotated her hips,
grinding herself on Nikki's face as she exploded with a guttural
growl of satisfaction.
After mutually satisfying each other, Nikki and Gretchen
lay in the silk sheets for another hour. Finally, Gretchen roused
herself, sat up and cracked Nikki's rosy bottom with one of the
small wooden paddles she'd wielded so professionally earlier in
the night. Nikki's body gave a start and she wiped her eyes, rolled
over and raised her butt for another paddling - unaware of the
viscous discharge running down the insides of her thighs from
her excited pussy. Gretchen spanked her only a few times before
Nikki shuddered and shivered to yet another orgasm. Nikki's body
had learned to respond more fully and more quickly to her stimuli
than anyone Gretchen had ever known.
"This is a very special woman," Gretchen
thought as she bent to kiss Nikki's bottom. "With a few more
years of training, I bet I could make her cum with just a verbal
command. I wouldn't even have to raise my hand. There are people
in Europe who'd pay a fortu..."
Just then, Nikki rolled over and hugged her, interrupting
her thoughts. Nikki's face was still flushed and her body glowed
soft pink from head to toe from the 'attention' Gretchen had given
it during their session. Nikki started to speak, offering to spend
the rest of the night, but Gretchen cut her off with an abrupt
wave the leather riding crop that whistled just an inch below
Nikki's lips.
"I'd like to keep you here all night, or longer,"
Gretchen said with a hint of a grin when she felt Nikki's body
tense at the prospect of remaining with her - not knowing if it
was delight or dread - and not really caring. "But you have
work to do."
Nikki sighed, which Gretchen interpreted as sorrow
at being unable to stay with her dominatrix-lover. "I know.
I have to get back and help Mitzi get ready for tomorr- oops,
tonight now. Goodness, I've lost track of the time. I'd better
get back to Cyd's. Can your car take me?"
While Nikki scrambled to find her clothes, Gretchen
took two envelopes from the night stand beside her desk.
"I can't find my panties," Nikki said,
her brow furrowed. "Have you seen them?"
Gretchen shrugged, "You didn't have them when
you got here. Are you sure you didn't forget to put them on in
your excitement to see me again?"
"No, I definitely had them on in the car with...
Oh. Now I remember," Nikki's face fell as she remembered
Karin had ripped her panties off as she submissively raised her
hips when the twisted teens ordered her to.
Gretchen gave Nikki the two envelopes plus a fistful
of dollars.
"What's this?" Nikki asked, looking at
the money.
"You're going home by taxi," Gretchen said
as she slid off the bed to put on her robe. "But first you're
got to make a stop to deliver those envelopes."
Nikki looked at her in surprise, "What?"
Gretchen glowered at the blonde and snapped, "You're
going to take the envelopes to the same guy you took the one before
the Mitzi-Shirley fight. The address is on the top one."
Nikki looked at the envelopes in her hand. She hesitated,
remembering the wonderful warm glow she'd felt just moments before
when Gretchen made her slender body tingle with excitement again.
"I won't betray Mitzi," she mumbled, hoping
Gretchen would take the envelopes back and let her go.
"You aren't," Gretchen said, turning the
envelopes over so Nikki could read what was written on the front.
"This one," she pointed to the one that
said GAYNOR over MORENO, "is a bet on Mitzi to win. That's
how much confidence I have in your girlfriend - despite her being
managed by Charisse instead of someone who understands her, like
you. The other," she held up one that said 'NORTH over MONROE,'
"is on the preliminary match. Satisfied?"
Nikki blushed, ashamed at her doubts about Gretchen's
sincerity, and nodded, "OK, I'll deliver your bets. I see
the one for North is a lot thicker than the one for Mitzi. Does
that mean you doubt Mitz can beat Rita?"
Gretchen grinned. Nikki wasn't dumb despite her being
so easily led around by her clit.
"Sheree WILL beat Marilyn. Marilyn's a drug-addled,
bimbo. She's more interested in screwing that ballplayer than
fighting. Sheree's tough, she should've beaten Rita and would
have if she'd kept her wits about her. Mitzi has a good chance
to beat Rita, but that Puerto Rican's tough and she's gonna be
mad after reading what Mitzi said. I'm not convinced that Cyd's
the right one to manage Mitzi's career, you'd do a much better
job. I'm backing her - as much because of my feelings for you
as anything else - but I've a sneaking suspicion Mitzi just might
find a way to win. We've all underestimated her far too long."
Nikki frowned when she heard the news about Marilyn,
she'd expected the former champ to put Sheree in her place, but
her face brightened at Gretchen's supportive remarks about her
Mitzi.
"Really? That's interesting! But I'm happy and
surprised you think Mitzi can beat Rita. I guess I had you figured
wrong! I thought you hated Mitzi and discounted her considerable
talents."
"Hate her? Not at all," Gretchen lied.
"I respect her as a fighter. I just favor my own girls over
her when they meet, that's all. I don't have any interest in Rita,
so this is strictly business. Besides, Mitzi's a 10:1 underdog.
If she wins, I'll collect a tidy return for my faith in her -
and you. I just hope Cyd doesn't screw it up and let her box.
If Mitzi uses her wrestling skills and attacks Rita's leg, she'll
be the new champion and no one will be happier about it than me."
Nikki was so puffed up with pride even her tiny bosom
was about to puff out the top of her dress as Gretchen showed
her to the front door and put her in a taxi. Gretchen gave the
driver the address and Nikki sped off into the night. Gretchen
closed the door and walked slowly upstairs to her room. As she
passed Karin's room, she heard the unmistakable sound of bedsprings
squeaking and girls moaning in the throes of passion. She smiled
to herself, but made a mental note to include yet another incest
reminder in the morning, during her lecture about the way they
treated Nikki.
Nikki was just opening the bedroom door when the
hall lights came on and she heard a voice say, "It's about
time you came home! Where the hell have you been? Do you know
what time it is?"
Nikki spun around and saw Cyd standing in the door
to her bedroom wearing a short nightie that came to the middle
of her impressively muscled dancers thighs. Nikki could see Cyd's
soft bosom rise and fall rapidly beneath the gauzy fabric. Nikki
couldn't catch herself in time and gasped at the luscious sight.
"If I weren't already involved with Mitzi...,"
she thought briefly before shaking herself back to reality.
"It's none of your business," Nikki hissed.
"Go back to bed and dream about whoever it is you dream about.
And be quiet or you'll wake Mitzi!"
Cyd's eyes narrowed, she took a sharp intake of air
and crooked her finger at Nikki, "Come in here," she
said, gesturing to her bedroom. "We need to talk."
Nikki muttered and grumbled as she padded down the
hall in her stocking feet and entered Cyd's room. The brunette
was several years older than she, but Cyd was a fine figure of
a woman. Nikki felt her nipples harden and her pussy moisten at
the salacious thoughts that suddenly filled her lust-befogged
brain as Cyd stood with her feet apart, her long, lithe legs tensed
and put her hands on her hips. Nikki looked hard and realized
she could see the thick bush of dark hair between the dancer's
muscular legs. It was almost like Cyd were deliberately teasing
her as she stood there, daring her to reach out and caress her
firm breasts. What was Cyd thinking?
"Do you know how I found Mitzi when I got home
tonight?" Cyd asked, an uncharacteristic edge in her voice.
"No," Nikki asked with a sudden intake
of her breath. "She's OK isn't she? I mean, nothing's happened?"
"Oh, she's alright now," Cyd said. "But
no thanks to you. When I got home I found her curled up in the
middle of the living room sobbing and mumbling about you walking
out on her. You want to tell me what the hell is going on?"
"My God!" Nikki gasped. "I...um...uh...got
a call from an old friend. I went out, just for an hour or so,
to see them. I didn't know ... I can't imagine what... oh!"
Cyd looked at the clock on the wall and frowned.
"An hour or so? I've been home for three hours and from what
I was able to get out of Mitzi, you left more than six hours ago.
You wanna tell me just where you were and who you were with? This
looks awfully suspicious coming right before her fight with Rita
for the title. You weren't by any chance off conniving with Rita
to help her win the fight were you?"
"How can you say that!" Nikki gasped in
shock. "I'd never do anything against Mitz."
"I'll apologize," Cyd purred silkily. "If
you just tell me where you were. Once I know you're telling the
truth, I'll give you a full apology. Until then, I keep remembering
how you always say you wish Mitzi would quit fighting and move
in with you. I can't say it would hurt your chances to get her
to quit if she lost this fight. It might convince her to quit
right now, then you'd have what you want. Of course, everyone
would be calling me a failure as a manager. Maybe that's something
else you'd like, eh?"
Nikki panicked! She couldn't tell Cyd she'd been
with Gretchen, she would undoubtedly tell Mitzi and neither would
ever understand the reason. Her mind raced, desperately trying
to think of a plausible lie so Cyd would let her off the hook.
She came up empty.
"I'm waiting bitch," Cyd snapped. "I
haven't liked you since the night you crawled back from that cunt
Gretchen's and tossed Adelaide out. Before you came back everything
was going great; since then, every day there's some new drama.
I'm going to call Ethel and tell her I want you out of here. She'll
smooth it over with Mitzi somehow, but you'll be history. Then
I can get on with managing her to the title and make my reputation
as a trainer."
Cyd turned to pick up her phone but before she started
to dial, Nikki took three steps to close the distance between
them and knocked the phone from her hand. Cyd reared up to confront
her, but Nikki slapped her across the face, sending her sprawling
backward onto her bed. Nikki looked down at the brunette and put
her hands on her hips; mocking the pose Cyd had taken when she
came in.
"Don't threaten me bitch!" Nikki said.
"I don't answer to you about where I go or who I see. You're
Mitzi's trainer, and manager - for now - but you're not mine.
I can come and go as I please and don't you forget it."
Nikki spun haughtily around on her heel and strode
toward the door. She never heard Cyd coming! Cyd grabbed a handful
of Nikki's hair and jerked her backward. Her stocking feet flew
into the air and she crashed to the carpeted floor flat on her
back knocking the wind out of her. She looked up at Cyd as she
tried to catch her breath, but the dancer's foot slammed down
on her chest making that impossible.
As Nikki writhed in pain holding her chest, Cyd dropped
to the floor behind the blonde and wrapped her strong legs around
Nikki's head from behind, hooking her ankle under her knee. As
she tightened the head scissors, Nikki's face got red as her stocking
feet beat on the floor. Just as Nikki was slipping into unconsciousness,
Mitzi appeared in the doorway in her pink baby doll PJ's. She
screamed when she saw her manager choking out her lover. Cyd released
the hold and let Nikki's body slump to the floor as she scrambled
up and rushed to console Mitzi and reassure her that Nikki hadn't
been hurt - much.
"I want you two to stop this constant bickering
and arguing," Mitzi pleaded as she brushed past Cyd to kneel
with Nikki who was struggling to sit up and catch her breath.
"How'm I supposed to get any rest with this going on in the
middle of the night. What's it about this time?"
"Do you want to tell her Nikki, or should I?"
Cyd asked with a little smirk.
Before Nikki could say anything, Mitzi spun to Cyd
and snapped, "Shut up, both of you! I don't want to know
why you're fighting, I just want it all to stop. Come on Nikki,"
she said offering a hand to her. "Let's go to bed. We'll
continue this discussion after the fight."
Nikki got up and straightened her dress as she quickly
left Cyd's bedroom without meeting Cyd's challenging glare. Nikki
was lucky Mitzi arrived when she had and she knew it. Cyd's legs
were like coiled steel when they closed around her neck and she
realized she'd never felt such strength. As she and Mitzi walked
down the hall to Mitzi's bedroom, Nikki remembered the scratches
on her back and bottom Gretchen had left there. She couldn't let
Mitzi see them, not right before the fight. It would cause problems
and the one thing Mitzi absolutely didn't need right now was more
distractions.
Stopping at the door to the guest room, Nikki touched
Mitzi's arm and whispered, "I'd better stay in here tonight.
You need your rest and if we're together, you won't get any sleep.
After you beat Rita tomorrow, we'll celebrate all night. But for
now, you should get back to sleep and get some rest."
Mitzi grabbed Nikki's wrist and held on tight. "Where
were you tonight? I was so frightened. I imagined all kinds of
things. Why didn't you tell me where you went, who you were meeting
and why you're getting back so late? Is it something with Shirley?
Gretchen? You're not doing something stupid like trying to fix
the fight are you? I don't want you to..."
Nikki put her hand to Mitzi's lips to silence her
and whispered, "Don't worry darling. It was just some unfinished
business I had to take care of. I wouldn't do anything so stupid
as trying to influence your fights. I respect you too much to
even think of it. No, this was something else, something that
began a while back that needs closure. Everything's fine. Go to
bed and after the fight, I'll answer all your questions."
Shaking her head, Mitzi padded barefoot into her
room and closed the door. Nikki waited until Mitzi disappeared
before she turned toward the guest room. As she turned, she caught
a glimpse of Cyd pulling her head back into her bedroom. She'd
been eavesdropping on their conversation and overheard everything!
Nikki wondered what Cyd would tell Mitzi in the morning, then
realized Cyd wouldn't dare say anything until after the fight.
She'd have all day to come up with a believable story about where
she'd been and who she was with. The scratches on her body would
still be visible, so whatever she told Mitzi would have to explain
them as well.
As Nikki showered away the scent of Gretchen's lingering
perfume, she shivered, not knowing why but fully aware of how
just a whiff of the big redhead's aroma made her weak in the knees
all over again. She didn't doubt that it was Mitzi, not Gretchen,
she really loved with all her heart, but that night as she slept
fitfully, it was Gretchen's nieces, Karin and Eva, whom she dreamed
of - or rather Karin and Eva appeared in her nightmares!
These stories are entirely fictitious accounts of
fights that may have taken place in an alternate universe in the
mid-1950's between Hollywood personalities. Contains descriptions
of nudity, lesbianism and violence.
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Mitzi in Hollywood: Chapter 20 "Sex, Lies and
Audio Tape" by Kim and Ginny
****
While Mitzi sat alone and worried at Cyd's house,
Nikki was in a sedan on her way to Gretchen Curry's estate. Unlike
Mitzi, Nikki wasn't alone. She was wedged into the back seat between
Gretchen's teenage nieces; the muscular brunette Karin and the
buxom blond Eva. The two girls couldn't hide their delight at
getting their hands on their former plaything again.
****
After dropping off the envelopes Gretchen had given
her, Nikki took the taxi back to Cyd's house. She tip-toed to
the front door and used her key to let herself in. She hoped Mitzi
was already asleep and, after removing her shoes she walked carefully
down the hallway to Cyd's guest room, planning to sleep there
so she wouldn't disturb Mitzi and cause her to question where
she'd been until all hours of the night.