Mother's Little Helper: Cindy Crawford versus Catherine Bell

By Bocarat

Catherine Bell was off for the holidays! She had finished shooting most of the commitments for the JAG series, and had some time off. Her publicists had just called, and she had tickets for the Lakers Game on Sunday, and said that it would be good for you to go, get out of the house and get some exposure. “But!” Catherine said, “I am not really into basketball and my husband is leaving later in the week for a location shoot!” “Go have a good time” the publicists said. “And they are really good seats, “ she continued. Catherine agreed, and the arrangements were made to pick up the tickets at will call at the Staple Center .

Catherine arrived at the Staples Center and after picking up her tickets, she and her husband made their way to their seats. Catherine was shocked to see as she looked ahead to see that they would be sitting next to a tall, beautiful brunette. Catherine made her way to her seats, and sat down, got comfortable. Cindy was watching the pre-game scene intently as her husband was talking on the cell phone. Catherine and the brunette briefly exchanged glances, and Catherine sat down and got herself settled. Her daughter was with a baby sitter, and her husband and her like millions of other couples were going to make an evening of the event. Catherine looked at the woman to her right, and smiled, as did the brunette. They exchanged words of how crowded the arena was, and hot nice it was to be indoors after all the rain LA has had the last couple of days. Right after tip off the brunette introduced herself by extending her hand and saying “hi! I'm Cindy Crawford.” Catherine introduced herself as well, and Cindy said, “I love your work on JAG.” Cindy asked “when are you and that Harm guy gonna get it on?” Catherine laughed. Cindy went on to say, “Since the kids, I have been home a lot more on Friday nights now! Catherine said, “I know what you mean, I have a twenty month old at home.” “Wow! Catherine said, “I didn't know you liked basketball?” “Oh I love this game,” Cindy said. She went on and on about the game and the Lakers, and Kobe and Shaq who is now with another team in Miami , but Catherine couldn't hear nor really care about all the news about basketball. She looked into the eyes and face of the former supermodel, noticing her eyes and how bright they were, the famous mole and her lips, especially her full, sensuous lips. Cindy talked and talked some more, each time punctuating her sentences with a comment about the game or a basket as she spoke to Catherine, and yet kept track of the game. Catherine sat back in her seat, and relaxed and actually begun to enjoy the game, especially with help from the commentary from Cindy.

It was halftime, and the husbands of the two gorgeous women went to get food, and place cell phone calls to important clients, or contacts. The two women chatted away at the halftime, and the network camera caught and identified the two women at the game. Several times the cameras panned the crowd, and would focus the cameras on the two women talking and laughing. The husbands came back, and provided their wives with food and drink, as Cindy introduced her husband, and then Catherine reciprocated the gesture. The second half started, and both women were not more intent on the game, and occasionally talking to their husbands.

Catherine would glance at Cindy Crawford during the game, she was checking out her long legs, which were covered in faded jeans, and at her chest, which was also covered by a loose fitting red sweater. Catherine remembered that she was not known for a large chest, but she has probably put on a few pounds since giving birth twice, and probably has added some size and dimension to her chest. Catherine in comparing the body of the supermodel to her, Catherine assured herself that her chest was larger, firmer and just more spectacular than Cindy's. Cindy's thighs appeared to match up well with Catherine's as she flexed her leg and thigh alongside Cindy's. Cindy noted the flexing, and said, “these seat are just too confining for tall girls like us huh!” Catherine quickly agreed, and concentrated on the game.

The 3 rd quarter had come to an end, and the score was close between the Lakers and some team from Denver . Cindy looked over at Catherine, and said “do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Catherine said “not really,” looking over at her husband still on his cell phone. “What's up!” Catherine said enthusiastically. Cindy replied “I have an appointment at a spa down near San Diego , some promotional thing I got, and I made an appointment for a friend and myself, and my friend backed out, so I was wondering if you would like to go?” Cindy looked at Catherine for a reply, as Catherine contemplated her schedule, and said, “sure, I would love to go.” Cindy then said we'll talk details after the game, it is just so loud in here.” She then turned to her husband, who was also on his cell phone. The game continued to be close, and in the final minutes the Lakes pulled a 99 to 91 win over the Denver team. At the game's conclusion, the fans stood and cheered, and then begun to file out of the arena. Cindy and Catherine sat back down in their seats, exchanged cell phone numbers and addresses, and went over the plans for tomorrow's adventure. Cindy would pick Catherine up in the morning, and head on down towards San Diego to an intimate coastal town called Del Mar, which is about 20 miles north of San Diego where the spa is located.

The next morning, as promised Cindy Crawford was in her large black SUV and pulled into the driveway of Catherine Bell's home. She did not need to get out, or honk the horn as Catherine ran out the door after waiting for her, avoiding the raindrops of a slight drizzle. Cindy smiled, as she leaned to open the door and said “Good morning!” Catherine said hi! And the two women were soon pulling out of the driveway, and preparing to take on the LA traffic. The two women were in no hurry, as the Spa would be very gracious and honored to have the two beautiful women as their guests. Besides being wet, the weather was also a bit cold, each woman had on casual attire. Cindy's was wearing a knee length black skirt, and a short sleeved blue top; Catherine wore a shiny blue pullover blouse with a V-neck, and matching pants. Each also wore heels. They also had light jackets. As instructed, Catherine placed her ‘overnight bag' in the back seat next to Cindy's. Cindy maneuvered around traffic and caught I-5 South to San Diego and the Del Mar Spa. Along the way the two women talked about raising families, their careers and the different directions and parts and roles they had chosen. How some actress requested a C-section so that they could get back their shape and figure sooner. They also talked about their mother's, and family and Cindy spoke about her brother who she lost when she was only 10 years old.

AS the two beauties traveled down the scenic interstate towards San Diego , the conversation turned towards lighter subjects such as clothes, prior relationship and music. As if on cue, Cindy turned her current favorite song up, and started singing, off-key of course. Catherine joined in, and was surprised at how at ease Cindy was, and how really down to earth she was also. The two women sang, and laughed and even told some off-color jokes. After an hour and a half of driving, Cindy changed the subjects to careers. She stated, “I'm sure acting in movies and TV is much like modeling huh!” “What do you mean?” Catherine said. “You know bitchiness, back stabbing and catfighting,” Cindy said. “Oh yeah!” Catherine replied. “I remember early on in my career having to call out a few bitches to set them straight.” She continued “mostly is over small parts, and brief on-air appearances.” “Since I've been on JAG, I have only had one instance when I really wanted to mix it up with another woman.” A moment of silence, then Cindy asked “well are you gonna give me the details.” Catherine smiled and said “we were not able to finish it, but maybe someday.” “Like most of our gender, I don't forget!” Catherine said. “How about you?” Catherine asked. Cindy looked at Catherine, and involuntarily itched her thigh, which revealed some of the most expensive real estate in the world and said “there have been a few whose skin is still under my nails.” “I have had some ‘disagreements' with some other models.” Catherine asked mockingly “well are you gonna give me the details.” “Maybe later!” Cindy said, “but I'll give you a few of the names!” “Excellent” Catherine replied and smiled and licked her lips as Cindy ran off about a dozen names. Catherine was becoming excited, and wondered where this conversation might lead. After driving for a 90 minutes, Cindy decided to pull off and stretch and use the restroom at the Interstate Rest area just outside San Diego . Catherine and Cindy both got out and stretched, clean up the car a bit and went to the restroom. Each had to pee from the morning coffee, and Catherine was a little excited. Her she was driving to a spa, in the car of an A-List celebrity. She figured that she was a climbing B-Lister herself. Both women washed, and left the restroom, and sucked in the mid-morning air, the ocean breeze and the spectacular view of the ocean and the vegetative cliffs. After a moment, the two women got back in the SUV, and continued their journey.

Catherine began talking first this time, and brought the subject up about marriage. Cindy took a deep breath, and stated that a while back was a tough stretch. Allegations about infidelity with regard to her husband really hurt especially when splashed on the local supermarket rags. She continued to speak that things were better, as she now concentrated on parts of her “remaining career” and of course the kids. Catherine apologized, but said “I know how it can be.” Catherine's own marriage was considered a sham, as her husband was rumored to be gay!.

Soon the women pulled off the interstate, and Catherine read the directions to the spa to Cindy. After a few hairpin turns, some doubling back and jokes along the way, the two women arrived at the spa. It was a beautiful spa, set on the Pacific coast. The plants and flowers surrounding the spa were spectacular. Cindy valet the SUV, and the women were greeted by a few members of the staff, and escorted to their own cabana like room. The women were given a special brand of tea, and were soon asked to undress, and slip on the robes and slippers provided. Then the women were instructed to shower, and when ready come out for a day of pampering, skin treatments and massages. Once the two women entered the shower, they disrobed in front of each other each noticing the curves and assets of the other. Catherine noted how strong Cindy looked with strong abs, and long, strong thighs and calves. Then they entered their showering area, and applied thickly the scented soaps and crèmes to their bodies. A woman was waiting to provide service for anything the celebrities wanted, but after looks and stares from the two got the message and left the showering area. The two women glanced at each other and smiled. The multiple jet shower provided comfort and stimulation to their luscious bodies. Cindy finished first, and moved out onto the common area, and Catherine soon followed.

While toweling off, Cindy starred at Catherine large, full, firm breasts and said “wow, what boobs “ Catherine smiled and said “they are my best assets” with a smile. Cindy then approached Catherine and asked if “she could touch them.” Before Catherine could reply yes, Cindy was handling Catherine's large chest and nipples. Cindy was oooh and ahhh as she manipulated the large mammary gland. Catherine's nipples were becoming very hard, and could of drilled holes in the ceramic walls of the shower. Cindy continued to move closer, as her robe opened up and revealed her own magnificent “assets.” Catherine decided to give Cindy some of her own medicine and began to roughly handle Cindy's breasts and nipples. The two women looked deep into each other's eyes, then the intensity picked up, as now their stomachs and thighs and tinges of pubic hair met. Catherine feeling anxious, and nervous then moved to push Cindy back against the decorated ceramic wall of the shower, as Catherine noticed Cindy's eye's light up with energy. Catherine said to Cindy “fight or fuck!” Cindy replied yeah! in a soft, sensous tone. Catherine waited a second, drew back a couple of inches, as she extended her arms still pinning Cindy against the wall, when a voice outside the door say “Mrs. Crawford, Mrs. Bell are you ready for your treatments. Catherine released Cindy's arms, and the two exchanged looks. Catherine backtracked and got her robe and slippers on, then joined Cindy as they walked out together. Catherine whispered, “this looks to be an interesting day” and smiled at Cindy, then winked. Cindy provided a look back of determination and acceptance of whatever may come later.

The women sipped more tea, and chatted to the caregivers and each other about the spa and the events of the day, but nothing about what happened in the showering room. The two women continued to be pampered, and serviced with skin and facial treatments, and a delicious lunch. It was time now for the massage, and each woman was placed on a table in the courtyard of the private room where they showered initially. The masseuse worked on both the sexy and beautiful woman. The masseuse was female for both celebrities, and was tall, strong and very good at their work. Cindy masseuse commented on her beautiful strong thighs, Catherine hearing this started dreaming about engaging those thighs in a very personal massage of her own. At about an hour the massage was over, and the attendants left the women to absorb the sensation of being relaxed and stimulated.

Cindy looked over at Catherine and smiled at being content, and stimulated at the same time. “I guess things got a bit out of hand earlier today, I'm sorry.” Cindy said. Catherine said “forget about it.” But Catherine didn't want to forget about, she wanted to resume it. She looked over at the long, lean, sexy body of the supermodel and imagined what kind of fight they would have, and how she could resume the contest. As Catherine lay on the table taking in the aromas of the flowers outside, the sound of the ocean roar, and the vision of this beautiful woman next to her, she began to feel aroused at the prospects that lay ahead. She convinced herself to let Cindy initiate the next move, but that she would certainly not back down, and jump in and dominate the supermodel.

Cindy closed her eyes, and breathed deeply and exhaled a deep sigh and near orgasmic moan. Catherine got up first, wrapped her massage towel around her chest and upper thigh and walked out toward the garden gazing at all the beauty. She made sure to be in Cindy's vision, as she lightly walked and sauntered around. Catherine glanced back, and saw Cindy looking at her. Catherine flexed her legs, and stretched in taking in the air and aroma of the environment around them. Cindy sat up on the table with the towel around her like Catherine, and crossed her legs, then stretched out her arms and again took in a deep breath of fresh Southern California Oceanside air. Catherine turned to walk back to the massage area, and stood in front of Cindy, and said “I'm sorry too for how I acted.” Cindy who was now kicking her feet while sitting on the table, wrapped them around Catherine's knee and thighs. “So what do we do next?” Catherine said as she moved into Cindy's thighs, and placed her arms on the thighs of Cindy. Before either woman could respond, move or tear the towel off the woman in front of her the attendant entered and asked if the two women needed anything, and both responded “NO!,” the attendant left and said “have a good day ladies.” “It has been a pleasure,” and quickly and quietly closed the door and left. The two women were now along, but knew that it was time to leave. The last thing they wanted was to be caught on the floor in a compromising position. The two women looked at each other, and separated and dressed taking the casual sweat suits and sneakers they had packed in their respective gym bags. Each collected their clothes, as they stole glances at the other doing the same thing. Neither spoke a word to the other.

It was now in the afternoon, and Cindy settled with the spa and provided generous tips for all involved with their day of pampering and enjoyment. The valet brought Cindy's car up, and the women entered and Cindy tipped the valet, and soon the women were on their way home. Silence followed as Catherine was trying to think of something to say, as Cindy concentrated on her driving. Soon the two women were on I-5 heading north to LA. Catherine spoke first and said ‘thank you for a wonderful day.” Cindy replied “yes it was wonderful, but” before Cindy could finish Catherine said “but not satisfying.” After a moment of silence “I got an idea” Catherine said. “Pull off at I-10 and go west.” We are gonna get our happy ending yet.” Catherine said. Cindy was able to maneuver the SUV onto the appropriate lane, as Cindy simply followed the instructions Catherine provided.

Catherine was excited, nervous and giddy as Cindy continued driving west, and saw her destination the Wind Mill Farms lay ahead. It was becoming late in the afternoon, and dusk would be forth coming. Catherine directed Cindy to pull off the road, and take the access road up the hill. Cindy complied and followed Catherine's directions and the two women arrived at their destination. Catherine said, “we're here!” Cindy pulled her SUV up to an gated fence where the Wind Mill Farm's are located, and the two women gazed at the amazing technological spectacle. The Wind Mill Towers were about 4-5 stories high, and there appeared to be ‘hundreds' of them. They were used to produce energy using the coast winds and turbines to provide energy for thousands of California residents. Catherine thought that if they hooked her up, she had enough energy and juice for at least a few households herself. Catherine said “this is where I wanted to fight that bitch on JAG.” Catherine continued “that we had just finished filming a scene at the San Diego naval base, and I needed time to think and clear my head, so I took the long way home, and drove out here!” Cindy looked at Catherine as she finished her story, “anyways the next day, I challenged the bitch, but she ended up being a ‘no show!” “So you won!” Cindy exclaimed. “I would've rather have fought her” Catherine exclaimed. “Well I won't let you down,” and Cindy opened the SUV door and jumped out and looked around. Catherine exclaimed “over here” and pointed to a spot the two beautiful vixens would battle it out. Neither woman really had a reason to fight, but they both wanted the contact and the thrill of fighting an equal in beauty and sexual desire.

The clearing provided a good view of the giant Wind Mills as dusk began to settle on the Southern California landscape. The “battlefield” was damp from the sporadic rain that had fallen, and was cushy with soft healthy grass. Catherine looked up at Cindy and again saw the beautiful eyes filled with anticipation and energy. Catherine nodded her head and the two amazons were now ready to battle to some sort of climatic ending. Catherine spoke first “how do you want to start this?' With me kicking your sorry ass, and ripping those big tits off your chest.” Cindy said. Catherine then said, “you're just jealous of a real woman, with boobs a baby would love!” “Fuck you bitch” Cindy responded. The two slowly approached and circle each other, their arms out in front of their sexy bodies ready to strike out with their hands. “If you want them so bad, come and get ‘em bitch!” Catherine said, and with that the fight began. Cindy struck out first and grabbed Catherine's top, and began to pull the top off of Catherine, she struggled with the pulling, then finally relented and went after Cindy's sweat's and her top. Soon both women were in their Tank Tops, and the temperature was beginning to cool. Catherine felt her nipples hardened with anticipation, and the drop in mercury. She proudly stood with her hands on her hips as the two women separated and jetted out her proud chest, Cindy said “well Miss Cow tits what are you waiting for?” Catherine slowly moved towards Cindy and tugged on her sweat pants, and said “what about these?” Ashamed to show you legs?” Catherine said. “You wanna take me on naked?” Cindy said. Catherine answer “yeah I do, or are all you model types all talk, and just easy fucks in the back of your limos.” Referring to a fight Cindy told her about in the drive down to San Diego. Cindy then stripped the rest of her clothes off, no way she was going to back down to some second rate hack of an actress. Catherine followed suit, and soon the two women were in their bra and panties. Cindy noticed the effect of the cool night had on her nipples said “it's kinda cool out here isn't it” in a break from her tough girl character. Catherine nodded, and then went after the supermodel. The two stammered around, pulling each other's hair, and locking hands. This continued on for a few minutes, until Catherine shoved, then pinned Cindy against the chain-link fence that protected the Wind Mills. Catherine craved the contact with Cindy, and soon felt the goose bumps on her wind blown skin. Cindy too craved the warmth of Catherine, and grabbed the ass of Catherine with both hands, and pulled up the bottoms of her panties and squeezed. Catherine felling the hands on her bare ass, bore down with pressure on Cindy's chest with her own, and groped with her thigh the inner recesses of Cindy's inner thigh.

The two were having their own intimate dance, when they briefly broke away, and Cindy was able to throw and pin Catherine against the chain-link fence. The two women could feel the hot breath of their rival's against the smooth skin of their neck. The grunted, and groaned as Cindy was trying to force her legs between Catherine's legs. Catherine then bent herself at the waist and leaned into the security fence, and used it like a sling shot to propel her body into Cindy's, and she knocked Cindy off of her and onto the wet, cool grass. Catherine followed her move up with straddling and pinning Cindy down on the grass, but before she could leverage her weight and strength, Cindy kicked up her leg and hit Catherine in the chest with her heel, and knock Catherine down to the grass also. The two women were not battling with their legs kicking, and trying to catch and twist the other woman's leg with their arms and hands. Cindy kicked and hit Catherine in the shoulder; Catherine bounced on the grass, and came right back up and started to bite the left ankle of Cindy's. Cindy screamed, but of course due to the desolate location and the increasing darkness, now one would hear and no one would come to her aid. Cindy then maneuvered her legs around Catherine's neck, as Catherine pulled up her legs from Cindy's reach and wrapped her strong legs around the legs and thighs of Cindy. The two looked like a pretzel, as each grunted and strained against the legs of the other.

Cindy and Catherine lay on the increasing cool, wet grass as their legs become undone from each other. Cindy would rise up from the grass, and attack Catherine's chest with her outstretched hands. At times she would latch on, and pull and tug at the large breasts, hoping to hand on to the nipples for increased discomfort to her victim. Catherine kicked free, and then leaped on top of Cindy and forced her chest down hard on Cindy's chest. Cindy grunted, as Catherine said, “you wanted them so much, now take a good look at ‘em.” Cindy screamed, as Catherine dropped her chest on Cindy's several times, before Cindy was able to squeeze with all her might Catherine's chest. Cindy rolled Catherine over, and the two rolled again, and again down a slight embankment in the clearing they had chose to fight in. Cindy was now on top, and still continuing the pressure and pain on Catherine's chests. Catherine then wrapped her long, python legs around Cindy's trim waist and squeezed. Both women could feel the wetness between their legs, and this excited them both. Cindy used her right arm to pull Catherine's hair, and her left hand continued to maul Catherine's right breast. Cindy pulled Catherine's hair up, and tweaked and pulled Catherine right nipple. Catherine screamed “you fucking bitch, leggo mmmyyy tits you fuckkin whore!” Catherine was able to do some damage of her own by attacking Cindy's chest and pulling her hair. Catherine was able to flip Cindy over, and as the two women flopped over and rolled they were now facing away from the other's face. Catherine spanked Cindy's ass hard with several hard, wet slaps. Cindy yelped, then gave Catherine some of her own medicine.

The two women tired from the pain and strain of fighting a physical equal. They rolled away from each other, seeing each other with the aid of the powerful security lights from the Wind Mills. They could hear the car and trucks traveling below, and could hear the sounds of the Wind Mills slowly spinning above them. Catherine said “are you ready for another round.” “Yeah” Cindy said, “I'm anxious to see how this ends.” Catherine and Cindy stoop up, and Catherine approached Cindy slowly and cautiously. Cindy backed up, until once again she was up against the security fence for the Wind Mills. Catherine reached out with her arms, but Cindy broke the hold and Catherine fell forward. Cindy reached up and grabbed hold of Catherine's hair and forced her back down to the cool, wet ground, she then moved her pussy to Catherine's face and with two hands in Catherine's hair jerked her face into her love mound. Cindy grinded away on Catherine's face, as Catherine wrapped her arm and hands around Cindy's thighs, and pulled down her panties to her ankles. Catherine massaged and kneaded Cindy's perfect ass with her strong hands. Cindy moaned and kicked off her panties, as Catherine could feel Cindy skin become populated with goose bumps and continued to lick and suck the supermodel mom's pussy with her mouth. Catherine could smell the fragrances they received from the spa, and the musky smell of Cindy's love organ. Cindy massaged Catherine's scalp and would pull on her hair when she came close to orgasm. Cindy was smiling, and giggling as she looked down on the beautiful dark haired Amazon eating her out.

Cindy came and yelled out an horrific scream, it came from so deep that Catherine figured that she wasn't being serviced at home and the pressure had built up until it final release. Catherine too was hungry for some servicing, and Cindy was going to pay up. Catherine moved away from Cindy as she orgasm, then got on her feet, and pulled down the lovely supermodel back on to the grassy carpet. Catherine mounted Cindy, using her legs to rub the thighs of Cindy with her own to cause the friction she craved between the two women. Cindy said “let me do you, you horny bitch!” and Catherine lay her body down in front of the supermodel. Cindy lowered her face between the long, smooth beautiful legs of the actress, pulled her panties down her leg and proceeded to service her. Catherine could feel the pressure building up of a strong orgasm, Cindy was licking and fingering the hairy pussy of the actress. Each stroke or lick was bringing Catherine closer to the edge, but she wanted the bodily contact with Cindy. She craved it, she wanted to feel her body against hers when she came. Catherine pulled Cindy up to her, then rolled her over and proceeded to hump the supermodel. After a few well-placed humps, Catherine came in one of her greatest orgasms she could recall. Catherine and Cindy held each other as they continued to hump and grind each other to smaller orgasms. Cindy just laid there on the ground, as Catherine rolled off of her as the final one subsided.

Neither Catherine nor Cindy was completely satisfied. This contest or competition had to do with a desire to prove with woman was the best of the two. The verdict was not yet in. Cindy made a move for her clothes, but Catherine said, “I'm not finished yet.” Cindy looked at her as if she were some sort of sexual marathon runner. “What!” Cindy said. “I came up here to have the fight I never got to have.” “So now after fucking each other, you want to fight huh!” “Are you sure you aren't my husband” Cindy said. “No, I ain't your fucking husband.” “You wanna fight, let's fight.” Cindy said. Cindy got up and approached Catherine slowly, and Catherine mirrored the movements and gesture. Cindy made the first move, and once again tore into Catherine's chest. Catherine followed by wrapping her legs around Cindy's and pulling at her beautiful but tusseled hair. Both women screamed at the pain, and the pleasure that they had once given each other, was of no consequence. Their legs were wrapped around each other, as they tried to trip the other, and hands were relayed from hair to chest to hair and back again. Pulling, tearing, scratching each other's once beautiful, soft skin. Perhaps it was Cindy's attention to Catherine's chest, or just the strength and age of the younger, taller actress but Catherine was able to force Cindy to the grass. They struggled briefly as it was evident that Cindy was running out of stream, as Catherine was living her dream of gaining revenge on the former JAG actress who had hurt her earlier in her career. Cindy was screaming, as Catherine pulled and tore at her breasts and hair, Catherine could not feel the pain in her chest as Cindy was using her remaining strength to squeeze the breasts that had once given nourishment and protection to her daughter, all that didn't matter. Only revenge on the imaginary woman who did not permit her to seek satisfaction. Catherine worked herself into such a trance that she was now fucking the supermodel with all her might and strength, and the realization of who she was fighting was attained briefly before she and her victim, Cindy Crawford had achieved another gigantic orgasm at the site of so much power being generated to the communities and citizens below.

Catherine slowed down her movements, craving and yearning for the warmth of Cindy's body against hers. She lowered her tormented chest and love mound to the embracing Cindy, as the two women just held each other for what seemed eternity. Catherine apologized for her crazed behavior, and Cindy said, “You must of really wanted to kick her ass real bad.” As she still struggled to catch her breath. Catherine rolled off of Cindy, and tucked herself into a ball, clutching her legs and thighs in her long, strong arms. Cindy rose up too. She sat up, perched on her ass looking at the contemplative actress. “Come on, it's cold, it's dark and we're naked.” Let's get out of here before someone catches us.” Cindy said.

As the two women made their way back to the SUV, “by the way” Cindy said, “what did she say to you?” “She said my big tits were my only talent and only good getting me acting parts, not providing mother's milk.” Catherine replied. “That bitch! Cindy said, and the two went side by side back to the SUV, and finally towards home in LA.