Everything was beginning to flow for Denise Richards. She was celebrating her 35th birthday party at her home in Malibu, and she had begun to hook up with an “old flame” John Stamos. The party at her home was like a “do over” for her adult life. Her separation and divorce from her ex-husband was now behind her, she had two beautiful children and now she looked forward as a young, attractive, sexy woman of the world. Earlier in the week she got a private invitation to attend a birthday celebration at a new resort in Las Vegas. She would leaver her home in Malibu tomorrow to continue the weeklong celebration of her 35th birthday.
After a fulfilling birthday party, she woke up and prepared for the trip into the desert. The site of the party was the Red Rock Casino, Resort & Spa in Las Vegas. The spa would provide amazing views of both the Las Vegas Valley and Red Rock Canyon. The site was like Denise’s life the past couple of year as it was like a lot of glitz and glamour with deep, dry valleys of despair and pain. She kissed her children good-bye and hugged and kissed her ever-faithful nanny who cautioned her to be “careful out there. “
Denise left in the early afternoon, and after a few stops arrived at the spa around 4PM. She was treated like a queen and escorted to her suite. Several attendants took care of her car, luggage and arrangements for her visit. Denise was dressed in a light colored knee-length skirt, heels and a dark blue sweater top. Her entrance stopped all movement at the Spa. As she was led to her suite, she passed several areas where the sound and smell of construction still persisted. She was told that the spa would not open until the middle of April. As she was shown to her room which offered a beautiful view of the Canyon and Valley she asked about the festivities, and was told that they would begin at 9PM. Denise thanked and tipped the young man who gave Denise a glance at her full, trim figure then shut the door. Denise walked over to the door to lock it securely, and decided to check the room out, sip some bottle water and watch some television. Quickly the pressure of her past year had caught up with her and soon she was napping.
Noise out in the hallway woke her up it was 7:38PM, she rubbed her eyes and quickly began to move about the room unpacking her clothes and assorted items to help a young, but maturing woman prepare for a night out. Denise wore an elegant green sequined evening gown, matching pumps with a seductive V-cut to display her full and firm breast. Her gown featured a slit along the right side to display her luscious leg. Before Denise left she posed in front of a full-length mirror in the room, struck a pose jetting out her visible leg and viewed her shapely ass and blew her self a kiss.
It was soon shortly after 9PM, and it was time for Denise to make her entrance and mingle with the other guests. She saw people she knew from Hollywood; actors, directors, producers and a few models and politicians and people from the business world. There were also people who were famous for being famous. Denise mingled around saying “hi!’ and confident that she looked like a “million dollars,” not make that a “billion dollars” in today’s market. She confidently sat down with a producer and his wife whom she met at other Hollywood parties, and ate and drank and shared gossip and views with the couple.
Soon the band started playing, and many couples were making their way to the large dance floor. Denise wished that John Stamos could attend, but sadly he could not. The two became a couple thanks to the pain that their “ex’s” had given them. The two shared their stories of grief and pain, and soon the two became commiserate with the shared experiences of lost love. The two told how they would each like to get revenge, and each talked about taking the other’s ex on in a fight. John wanted to hear details of what Denise would do to his ex, and of course his mind was flying with imagery of seeing Denise and his ex battle it out. Of course he told Denise that he would save Denise’s honor, and beat the hell out of her ex too. But John was not here, and she longed to stretch her legs and shake her fine ass out on the floor.
After a few songs, and young man, a very young man came up to her and asked her to dance. He was Hispanic, and his English was broken at best but he was gorgeous. Dark skin, dark hair, he reminded her of John her new flame. She eagerly agreed and soon the two were bopping and dancing on the floor along with the other guests. Denise was soon in a trance of rhythm and music, and lost on the dance floor. This was to be short-lived however when a screeching voice called out “get away from my man bitch!” Denise continued to dance thinking that the approaching blonde was yelling at someone else. “Hey slut! I mean you!” as she pointed at Denise. Denise just froze as the tall blonde made her way towards Denise and her dance partner. Denise stopped and watched as the blonde came right up to her and was soon in her face. “What are you doin’ with my guy you old skank!” Denise just stopped dead in her tracks, and not to be intimidated moved closer to the blonde. Her dance partner slithered out of the immediate area, and was nowhere to be seen. Denise spoke back to the blonde, “I am sorry, but he asked me to dance.” Denise peered at the blonde and recognized her as Paris Hilton. Before Denise could say another word Paris moved in close to Denise and was in Denise’s face. “Don’t even think about ruining my party whore!” Paris leaned in closer. Paris was wearing an black strapless evening gown with slits to display her long, lovely legs on both sides of her dress. Her hair was in a bun, and had an expensive necklace around her sensuous neck.
Paris jutted out her chest and was pressing her chest into Denise’s. With both women having their hands on their hips and flashes of legs appearing on the sides of their gowns; a few of the dance crowd began to take notice of the hen-like posturing of the women. Paris moved in closer and whispered to Denise “you wanna start something skank!” Denise smelled the alcohol and other “herb-like smells” on her breath. Denise remained silent, but Denise moved in closer and soon both women could feel the other’s bosom pressing into their own. Paris turned up her nose and chin in a show of superiority to the “elder actress.” Denise politely exclaimed “listen I don’t want any trouble, so please just back off!” Paris instantly smelled blood and went for Denise thick mane of light brown hair and pulled Denise’s hair with her right hand, as Denise then reached out and grabbed Paris’ sensuous neck for balance and retaliation. “Let go of me you bitch!” Denise screamed out. Now more and more of the partygoers and dancers were noticing the two women on the dance floor. Denise’s left hand was now on Paris’ waist and as Paris yanked her head by her hair, Denise’s right hand dropped to her left breast. Paris let go of Denise’s hair and instinctively went for Denise’s full and bountiful breasts. Denise leaned back away from Paris’ attack and was soon pulling at Paris’ gown top. Since they were being held up by Paris’ young breasts the fabric soon gave way, and soon came down like a curtain on a Vegas stage.
Paris screamed out “so that’s how you fight huh!” as she tried to cover up as Denise instantly took her hands off the cascading gown top. Paris then attacked Denise’s slit in her gown, and began to scratch and rip at the nylons Denise was wearing. Their heeled feet shuffled to retain their balance and leverage. They could feel the thighs of the other woman flex as their muscles strained. Denise again attacked Paris’ top and her exposed breasts. With her left hand she was able to scratch and squeeze Paris’ right breast. Paris yelped out an “owww!” from the pain, as Denise screeched from the sharp manicured nails Paris was digging into her right thigh. Denise and Paris were now fighting in very close quarters. Denise had both hands on Paris’ gown and breasts, as Paris had her left hand tearing at Denise’s right thigh, and her right arm around Denise’s thin waist. The two would bump and bounce into each other as each struggled in the other’s grasp.
Paris brought her right hand up around Denise’s sexy neck, and Denise mirrored the move. The two women each had the other in an arm lock around each other’s neck, as the other arm attacked thighs or breasts. Paris tore Denise’s slit on her gown up past her waist and now revealed her upper nylons and panties to all those viewing on the dance floor. Denise looking around and feeling the eyes on her then quickly pulled down the gown of Paris fully revealing her perky chest and nipples. Neither woman attempted to cover herself up, as they only fought on! Soon each woman was tied up in the arms of the other and their faces touched and eyes lined up. Each spewed out insults and cusses towards the other as each struggled to gain freedom from the other’s hold, without releasing their own grip on the other woman.
The two awkwardly danced in some simulated ballet of pain and anguish. Their attacks consisted entirely of tearing clothes and pulling hair. Denise’s hand reached the necklace around Paris’ neck and pulled and broke the expensive jewelry. As it jewels and diamonds broke to the floor, Paris pulled away and slapped Denise backwards. Denise stunned by the blow tumbled back, but despite being in heels she quickly gained her balance and counter-punched Paris and knocked her to the floor. Paris stayed down on the floor trying to recover from the left handed punch, and shrugging it off as an attempt to recover her broken necklace.
At this point Security, and other party patrons broke the two up, and pulled and escorted Denise from the dance floor and the party. Paris could be heard wailing that Denise had ruined her party. Denise stopped at the door of the club, and yelled back at Paris ‘it was my party that you ruined bitch!” and jerked her hands away from the big burly security guards and went back to her room to sulk and cry.
When Denise arrived back at her room (escorted by security) she was heart broken. She slammed the door to the suite after saying “good night” to the security guards who walked her back to her suite. The door slammed but did not close or lock. “Fuck!” she said to herself. What was supposed to be a great, glamorous week of birthday celebration turned into a brawl with a drunken blonde bitch. She was embarrassed at her behavior, but what else could she do. She cursed Paris Hilton and her drunken behavior, and it was all that bitch’s fault. She arrived in her room before midnight, and after some sobbing and a private pity party. Denise changed out of her torn, ripped and stretched gown into a slinky negligee for the night’s sleep. Almost as soon as she hit the bed she fell asleep.
Around 3AM, there was some banging on the door, and then the door flew open. It was Paris Hilton cussing and lurking around in the suite looking for Denise. Denise woke up shocked to hear someone in her suite. Denise asked, “Who’s there?” “It’s me bitch, I’ve come to finish our fight slut!” Denise rubbed her eyes and asked, “How did you get in here?” “Well genius, Paris answered it doesn’t take a nuclear scientist to lock the door bitch!” Denise propped herself up in her bed and rubbed her eyes to see Paris move towards her and place one knee of her sexy leg on the large king sized bed as she was ready to bounce on the light haired actress. The only light in the room was the moonlight beaming into the room, and a light on in the entrance parlor to the suite. Paris was soon on all fours crawling towards the brunette actress stalking her like a jungle cat. Denise quickly kicked off the sheets to the bed. Denise was clad only in her negligee top and panties, Paris had slipped out of her gown when she spotted Denise in bed and was now topless and wearing only a thong and an evil smile bent on revenge. Denise asked the enraged blonde “what is your problem? Why do you wanna get your ass kicked (pause) again!” Paris spewed out “your were lucky that the guards broke us up, or I woulda’ broke you slut!” “Come on whore!” Denise fired back.
Denise sat up on her knees and was prepared to take on the angry blonde who was no longer drunk. Denise met Paris in the middle of the bed. Denise trying to shake off the effects of her once deep sleep. Instantly Denise went for Paris’ chest, as did Paris for Denise’s chest. Denise’s top was pulled and stretched until Paris had the fabric holding her top on off of her shoulder, thereby releasing Denise’s chest from its thin fabric shelter. The two women now tugged and pulled at each other breasts on the swaying bed. Screams of pain, and exalt with each infliction of pain, and receipt of pain. “Take that you fucking cow!” Paris screamed as Denise screamed in pain.
Their sharp manicured nails dug into the soft flesh, Paris released her hold on Denise’s chest to protect her own cherished assets. Denise got her arms and hands between Paris’ and broke the hold. Paris then went after Denise’s hair and tried to choke the fight out of the older actress. Denise lowered her head into her shoulders giving Paris little to hold, but the blonde’s sharp talons scratched Denise along her once lovely neck. Paris shifted her hips and began to push Denise down on the bed. Paris now had her long, strong fingers around Denise’s neck, while Denise was losing her death grip on Paris’ smaller breasts.
Denise was now on her back, and Paris leapt towards her. Denise caught Paris in the chest with her strong right leg, as Paris got a firm hold on Denise’s left breast. Denise’s leg kicked out and kicked Paris backwards. As Paris was falling, Denise caught the blonde’s thong, and yanked on the slender fabric shooting pain into Paris’ love mound. Now it was Denise’s time to jump on Paris. Denise had a handful of Paris’ blonde trusses in her right hand, and a handful of breast in her left. Paris was reaching at Denise and found her right breast with her left hand. The women howled in pain and agony from the clawing and tearing each was suffering. “You ruined my birthday party bitch, and you’re gonna pay now you fucking whore!” Denise said as she mounted the fighting blonde.
Denise was now on top of the prone blonde whose head was now leaning off the bed. Denise had Paris’ hair in both hands, and Paris fighting to remain on the bed, and from falling to the floor had both her hands in Denise’s hair. Denise could feel her breasts mash and rub against Paris’ smaller but firmer pair. Paris wrapped her long, strong legs around Denise’s leg in an effort to anchor herself, but to also pressure Denise’s leg and sap up some of her strength. Both women were squinting as tears were rolling down their cheeks. As Denise pushed Paris further and further off the bed, Paris released her grip of Denise’s hair, and brought them to her side to hold onto the bed sheets. At this time, Denise opened wide and took a healthy bite into the flesh appetizer below her. “Aauugggh!” Paris screamed as Denise munched and sampled what the paparazzi had shown so many times.
Denise leaned back and pulled hard on Paris thong to inflict more pain below the belt. Paris trying to stay on the bed managed to give a jerk and a yank to the light brown hair of Denise. Paris was able to maneuver her legs to topple the former “Wild Things” star, and was now on top. Paris immediately attacked Denise’s bouncing breasts with her strong hands, and then moved her hands to Denise’s throat. Denise continued to pull and stretch Paris’ thong and rubbed the fabric against the creases of Paris’ love mound. Denise started to choke, and was able to break the death h grip that the blonde was applying to her. Once broken Denise once again attacked Paris’ bouncing pair of targets. Paris was having difficulty controlling the wild brunette, and soon found herself once again below Denise.
Paris tried to scratch and gouge the eyes of Denise, but Denise used her elbows to deflect the attack, and concentrated on Paris’ breasts once again! Denise moved back down Paris’ body, and was soon caught in her long legs wrapped around her neck. Paris rolled Denise over and was on top of the brunette. Paris started to bounce on Denise’s stomach as she continued to claw at Denise’s chest. Denise also continued to scratch at Paris’ breasts and nipples. The stalemate of Paris on top, then Denise on top continued as they tore at each other’s tender flesh. The two then found themselves on their sides approaching the edge of the bed. Paris landed a slap against Denise’s face, as Denise landed a forearm to Paris’s chin. Denise took a deep breath and rolled Paris over to her back, and then landed a left punch to Paris’ chin. The punch took a little out of the wind and fight out of the blonde, just as it had in the club on the dance floor. In throwing the punch and the weight behind it, Denise then toppled off of the bed and onto the floor pulling Paris down with her. In a tangle of legs they flopped. The fall took the air out of Denise’s lungs; Paris then stood up over Denise and caught a heel in her crotch. Paris doubled over, and as she began to sway over Denise the brunette caught some of the blonde’s hair and tried to flip her over and into the bedroom’s wall. Paris caught her balance and just fell on top of Denise.
In a test of strength, the two arm-wrestled with Denise on the floor, and Paris on the brunette’s stomach. Their hands were in each other’s grasp as each struggled to control the other. The veins in Denise’s neck were strained to control the long arms of her blonde attacker. Paris began to shift and gyrate her hips into Denise, first into her abs, then into her thighs and love mound. Denise pulled on the flimsy, sweaty thong and was able to pull Paris from her perch, but unfortunately for Denise towards her head and shoulders. Paris lost her balance momentarily, but was quick to catch herself with her arms. Denise continued to tear at Paris’ thong and thighs. She was also able to land a couple of left-handed punches into Paris sides and thigh. Denise also used her legs to force Paris off of her dominant e position. She kicked and kneed Paris in the back, and proceeded to bounce until Paris was off of her.
Paris rolled past Denise’s face and onto her back. Denise’s quick movements surprised her and “cat-like” reflexes to find Denise was now on top of her. Denise reached out towards Paris’ breasts, as the deep-breathing blonde was sucking in precious air into her pained lungs. Denise was also between the blonde long, lovely legs and used her own hips and love mound to hump the exhausted blonde. “How’s that feel blondie! A taste of your own medicine slut!” Denise rose up over the defenseless blonde and as Paris grabbed a hold of Denise’s right breast, Denise nailed the blonde with a right-left combination punch. Neither punch had the force Denise was hoping for while the right connected the left missed and caused Denise to lose her balance. Paris never lost grasp of Denise’s breast as she continued to squeeze the sweaty flesh. Paris with her right hand reached and began to claw and scratch Denise’s love mound with her long, sharp nails. Denise cried out in pain as Paris continued to inflict damage to Denise most treasured gifts.
Between the scream of pain, and tear streaming down her cheeks, Denise was able to slam her palm into Paris’ face. Paris head shot backwards and she released her death grip on the two points of attack. Denise rolled off of Paris and curled up and rubbed her pained targets, Paris also rolled into a ball and massaged her chin and breasts. Both women were sucking in air, and crying from the pain. They exchanged curses and neither could gather the strength or will to continue their fight. Denise was feeling her age; the decade difference in years between Paris and her had manifested itself in extreme wariness and fatigue. Her only saving grace was that Paris was feeling the effects of the fight also.
As Denise curled up thinking that the fight was over, Paris rose up first and walked unsteady at first but quickly gained her “sea legs” and stood over Denise and pulled Denise up by her hair and dispatched her onto the bed face first. Denise resisted by could only mumble some grunts and a few groans when she hit the bed. The tossed pillows and ruffled sheets muffled her cries. Paris then jumped on her gaining control of her hair and head by twisting Denise’s hair in a knot in her left hand, and twisting the sweaty, damp fabric once called her lingerie panties. Paris pulled and twisted the panties so that they would rub raw the love mound of her elder foe. Paris would also shove her knee into the love mound to accentuate the point of her dominance over the fallen brunette.
While Denise squirmed about like a fish out of water beneath the younger actress, Paris spewed out “I like to win all the time. I am a rich spoiled little snobby bitch who gets her way with everything she wants. " She punctuated her remark with a yank on the brunette’s hair, and a bounce on Denise’s back. “Fuck you!” Denise replied and Paris leaned in close to Denise’s ear and whispered, “the poor old skank, she still trying to show how tough she is. Well tough luck bitch! This is my birthday and I am gonna’ finish kicking your skanky ass!”
The sweaty back of Denise and the lubrication of sweat around Paris’ body provided enough lubrication for Denise to spin around. As Paris recovered and reached towards Denise’s mammary glands, Denise reared back and kicked Paris in the gut and knocked her backwards and almost off the bed. Paris recovered and lunged for the brunette this time attacking her face with a palm shoved at Denise’s chin. Denise retaliated with a slap to the blonde’s face. Denise slap stunned by was nothing like the palm punch Paris had landed and soon Paris was straddling the brunette. As Paris balanced herself, Denise dug her right hand manicured nails into the blonde’s sweaty tit, and with her left hand pulled the stretched out thong and pulled until it was clearly no longer supportive.
Both women screamed out like feral cats in a catfight. Paris nailed Denise with a right hand slap as Denise squeezed the blonde’s breasts like an unwanted zit. Paris turned away hoping to break the stranglehold on her breast and took some of Denise’s hair with her twist. The thong fabric of Paris now torn off, Denise dug her thumbnail into the delicate folds of Paris’s shaven pussy. Paris cried out and now pulled Denise’s hair with both hands as she and Denise both screamed out in pain. Paris now sat up on Denise’s stomach and clasped with her left hand Denise’s full and sweaty tit. As the blonde squeezed, Denise moved in closer and with her pearly whites chomped on the tit flesh and nipple of her attacker. Paris now screamed out in “bloody murder” and released all holds on Denise and rolled away from the brunette’s dental attack.
Denise rolled over on top of the crying blonde and shoved her left hand palm into the chin of the blonde socialite. Paris was now gasping for air between cries. Paris had a hold of Denise’s right tit, but Denise ignored the move and slapped Paris several times across the face, and then scratched her sharp nails across the chest of Paris leaving tracks across her chest. Paris in an effort to escape the abuse accidentally brought her knee up and into Denise’s unprotected crotch. Denise doubled over in pain and clutched her own love mound. Paris relaxed and continued to cry, but neither woman would submit to the other. Denise mouthed out “ooohhhh!” as the pain dulled but clearly had its point. Denise fell atop the blonde as Paris lashed out with her knee again and nailed Denise in the groin once again. This time Denise rolled away, and Paris was now atop the brunette.
Paris slapped Denise along the left side of her face as Denise tried to protect her crotch from another attack. As before Paris moved up and onto Denise’s stomach and instead of the tits and hair attack she put her hands around Denise’s neck. Denise hands moved up Paris’s body and found the blonde’s crotch unprotected and claw with all her strength the tender folds of the blonde’s pussy.
Paris let go of the brunette’s neck and instead moved up Denise’s chest, until Denise was trapped beneath the blonde’s thigh and ass. “Enough of this bitch! Paris said I am gonna’ finish this!” she then grabbed with both hands Denise’s hair and shoved her twat into Denise face. Denise screamed out “Nooo!” Not wanting to have her mouth open, she closed her mouth and eyes and moved her face to the side against the pressure Paris had applied and bites down as hard as she could to the sexy, sweaty inside thigh of Paris.
Paris broke off the attack and was not swaying on top of Denise. Denise freed her left hand and punched Paris in the gut and then in the face; knocking the blonde on to her back on the bed. Denise fell on the blonde like a fallen tree and reached out and pinned Paris’s arms to her side and applied her full weight to the blonde. Denise could feel Paris’ breathing being labored and her own muscles twitching; especially below her waist as the two love mounds one shaven, one neatly cut rub against each other. Denise would move against the blonde’s body to stimulate contact, as their legs were slowly stretching and moving against each other’s in an effort to remove the pain and tension built up in their lovely limbs. Denise rose up and shoved her thighs and pelvis into the blonde’s as each woman instantly went for the other’s chest. They squeezed but the strength and will to fight was quickly dissipating. The two woman’s motions were more like that of a maiden milking a cow.
Denise was tired and now she wanted to end this epic battle. She pinned the blonde beneath her and shoved her thighs and love mound into Paris’ lower body. She had Paris’ arms pinned to her side and her knees moving up to hold the blonde’s arms down on the bed. As they moved, they moved in unison and were soon coming close to the edge of the bed. “Stop moving!” Denise demanded and moved her fist to the side of Paris’ face. It wasn’t a punch, just a show of intimidation and dominance by the brunette.
Paris continued to move beneath Denise who was losing her patience and her energy reserves. As the blonde struggled beneath the brunette the closer they got to the edge of the bed. The bed and its sheets now had a musty odor of sweat, sex and desperation. In a final attempt to snuff out the blonde, Denise was going to use her breasts to smother the blonde. However, Paris saw it as her last opportunity to change the outcome of the fight and prepared to clamp down on the full, bountiful, sweaty breast of the brunette. As Paris opened wide and exposed her play, Denise quickly rose up and kneed the blonde in her love mound. Paris mouth was now open to exchange gases in her lungs and scream out in pain.
The shock and the impact of the knee sent Paris closer to the edge of the bed. Denise pushed down with her left hand on Paris’ right breast to hold her in place as she maneuvered her long, yet tired right leg to the floor and then the left leg. All Paris could do was cup the sexy ass of Denise and dig her nails into the brunette’s sexy ass and hoped for the best. Denise then grabbed a handful of blonde’ sweaty, disheveled hair and shoved Paris face into her waiting juicy, sweaty twat. With a devilish grin Denise rode the face of Paris Hilton until she came, and the lights went out in Paris.
When Denise was done she fell back into the bed, and kicked the semi-conscious body of Paris Hilton off the bed and onto the floor and fell to sleep. It was about 9AM, when the snoring of Paris woke up Denise. Denise crawled off the bed and got herself a bottle of water and kicked the blonde celebrity to wake her up. Paris didn’t move at first, then after subsequent kicks to her ass and thighs she moved, and eventually got up. Denise said to the beaten, defeated blonde “get out of here before I have security escort you out!” Paris mumbled something like “fuck you slut!” but was not up to another fight. She slowly moved and went towards the bathroom to splash her face and leave the room. Once Paris left, Denise threw the covers over her head and was going to go back to sleep.
Shortly after Paris left the room, she heard a thud and a thump as if something had hit the wall and then the floor of the resort’s hallway. Denise then looked up and saw a tall figure in her suite and moving towards her bedroom. Before Denise could say anything the tall female said, “that wasn’t your birthday party it was mine bitch! You ruined my party whore!” Denise still trying to focus her eyes saw the approaching female move towards her and jumped on the bed and then on her. To be continued!