Catty Cops
Short Story by J. Coleman
Still riding a wave of financial success from their movie C.O.P.S. and several subsequent spin-offs, the producer and director were planning their next coup which they wanted to appeal to a broader world-wide market outside Japan.
After viewing tapes of the Swedish pay-per-view blockbuster, The Kat House, they contacted Natacha Peyre's agent to discuss casting the Swedish bombshell in their upcoming film. Meetings were held, terms discussed, and finally contracts were signed with Natacha to play the role of a foreign cop who has tracked her partner's killers to Tokyo. Once it Tokyo, she works with a local cop played by Harumi Nemoto and the alliance between the two is tense from the outset, both on-screen and off-screen.
Harumi was immediately resentful of a foreigner being brought in to co-star with her because, like many Japanese, she didn't like outsiders . . . especially blondes who she had a particular dislike for since her teenage years. In her mid-teens, Harumi had gotten into a rather vicious catfight with a blonde American teenager who was the daughter of an American serviceman stationed in Japan. The blonde; who was taller, heavier, and much stronger, gave Harumi quite a beating and had torn off most of her clothing during the short but intense fight. This sparked a lifelong dislike for blondes in Harumi, who saw every blonde haired female as representative of the teen who had tormented her in her youth.
Natacha accepted the role on her manager's urging because of the incredible amount of money she was being offered for the part. Uneasy about working in a foreign country with an all-Japanese cast, Natacha was immediately an outcast on the set and her long, flowing blonde hair made her a prime target for Harumi's catty anti-blonde comments and remarks.
But even with their strong personal feelings, both Natacha and Harumi were professional actresses and both comported themselves with dignity in the beginning, putting their personal feelings aside for the good of the project.
There had been no misrepresentation of the film's intent to either actress when they signed their contracts to star in the project. The script was campy and poorly written, little was spent on costumes or set design, and the entire premise of the film was to put large busted females in scanty costumes in precarious situations to exploit them sexually. Everyone knew that and everyone was okay with that; it was business and they were all being handsomely paid for their efforts.
Despite their large salaried contracts, it was never made clear which of the two buxom actresses was the primary star of the film. Each had roughly the same number of scenes and lines in the script and the plot never defined a clear protagonist. This quickly became of point of contention between Harumi and Natacha, each laying claim to the title of "star" and expecting top billing in the credits.
On the day of the first shooting that would have both stars in the same scene for the first time, it was clear that there was some animosity and jealousy between the two actresses; just the kind of thing the director felt he could use and exploit to further the film as it progressed.
Harumi's police costume consisted of a super short blue mini-dress that vaguely resembled a police uniform with the expected accoutrements and trappings like a badge, name tag, hat, and service belt with gun and handcuffs. Beneath, she wore white cotton bikini panties and a matching low-cut bra. Her shoes were dark blue stiletto heeled pumps to sculpt and show off her shapely legs.
Natacha's outfit was very similar with only slight differences just to show she was a member of a different police force. Her minidress was black and the insignias on it were, of course, different from Harumi's. Natacha's high heels were black also and underneath, she wore white lace panties and bra.
The catty and petty jealousies began over the hats the girls wore. Harumi, whose uniform hat was a standard police service cap with a bill, was distraught over the fact that Natacha's uniform had her wearing a much sexier black beret. Harumi, feeling she was the star, thought she should wear the nicer hat and that she and Natacha should change uniforms.
It took the better part of half the day to calm the actress and convince her that the hats in no way reflected a preference of one over the other. Natacha only added fuel to Harumi's already burning dislike for her, by laughing and saying the whole incident over the hat was immature and childish.
When the scene was finally shot, there were immediate problems. In the scene, Harumi and Natacha were introduced by Harumi's captain who put the two together as temporary partners to find the all-girl gang responsible for the death of Natacha's partner. As they then walked to their police car, Natacha immediately wanted to go to the gang's hangout and confront them. Harumi refused, saying they needed to gather more evidence first. The script called for them to argue beside the car and then for Harumi to push Natacha against the side of the car to talk sense into her.
When the scene got to the point of the push, Harumi used a lot more force than she needed to, slamming the blonde against the side of the car so hard, her hat flew off and a button on her skimpy uniform dress popped off.
"You bitch!" Natacha spat. "You didn't have to push me that hard!"
"Waaaa!" Harumi taunted with a gleam in her eyes. "Are you going to cry now?"
"No, but I might claw your fucking eyes out!" Natacha hissed as crew members quickly intervened and got them separated.
Laughing loudly as she was led away from a boiling mad Natacha, Harumi was quite pleased with herself now that she'd asserted herself as the top cat in the production. She planned to make sure Natacha knew her place and stayed there.
When she finally left the set after the incident, Natacha was so enraged, she slapped a makeup girl who did nothing more than approach her to remove her makeup as was usual procedure after a scene. The young Japanese makeup artist fled in tears, rubbing the angry red handprint left on her cheek by the irate Swedish actress. Natacha was given a wide berth after the incident, no one else wanting to be the recipient of another violent outburst. Word of the slapping quickly got back to Harumi whose eyes narrowed upon hearing of the unprovoked attack which just increased her disdain for the foreign blonde. Trouble was brewing.
As shooting progressed over the following few days, Harumi's haughty and surly attitude toward Natacha was actually creating some allies for the blonde when some of the crew began to feel sorry for her at the way Harumi was constantly abusing her verbally. A rift soon began to develop among the crew, especially the females, who were quickly becoming divided into two separate camps; one for Harumi and the other for Natacha.
The next incident between the two rival actresses happened the following week when the scene they were shooting called for them to shake hands after successfully getting some information from a gang member that would help their investigation. When the two women shook hands, each began applying much more pressure than would have been necessary for a civil handshake.
The director yelled, "CUT! Print it!" and the cameras stopped rolling. The handshake, however, did not stop on the director's command. Instead, the two women glared at each other ominously as they squeezed each other's hands to the point of intense pain. Both girls' faces twitched and grimaced slightly under the strain of the crushing handshake but neither would relent and pull away first. Quitting would have given the other the satisfaction of outlasting and out-muscling her rival and neither was willing to do that.
Crew members were now whispering and murmuring as they looked on, everyone just stopping what they were doing to watch. Harumi and Natacha each adjusted her stance, planting their feet wider apart for balance as they continued the handshake and the exchange of icy barbs with their eyes.
"I said CUT, ladies!" the director repeated, motioning to the assistant director to go get them separated.
The assistant recruited two lighting technicians who were standing nearby and they approached the struggling females cautiously, not wanting to have the girls' ire redirected at them in a fit of rage.
By this time, fingernails were digging into hands and puncturing the skin as a small trickle of blood appeared on both girls' hands. Their faces were now red from the strain of the intense test of strength and they began twisting and turning their hands to inflict even more pain and damage.
"Okay, that's enough," the assistant director said softly, lightly grabbing Harumi's arm while one of the technicians grabbed Natacha's arm.
The women didn't even acknowledge the men's presence as they continued to grapple hand to hand, each now trying to push and pull the other from the handshake. It looked as though blows were about to be exchanged any second if something wasn't done.
Getting up from his chair, the director grabbed a pitcher of ice water sitting on a nearby table and casually walked onto the set. He poured half the pitcher on Harumi's head and the other half on Natacha's head.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Harumi screamed as the ice cold water ran down her head and into her cleavage.
"Eeeeeeeiiiiii!" Natacha also squealed from the freezing water.
The handshake was instantly broken as both women backed away, furious at the gratuitous insult and now glaring at the director.
"When I say cut, you stop!" the director said sternly, pointing an accusing index finger at both actresses. "I'M IN CHARGE HERE!"
Both women muttered vulgarities under their breath as they were given towels by assistants and led back to their dressing rooms. Yuki, Harumi's pretty nineteen year old personal assistant, glared at Natacha as she guided Harumi to her dressing room. Seiku, who was Natacha's equally stunning assistant, caught Yuki's angry glare and made an obscene gesture at her counterpart which led to a brief but intense exchange of expletives between the two sexy assistants.
With tempers now at the boiling point, it was bad timing that the next scheduled shoot between the two actresses called for a short catfight. The scene was set in the police gym where Harumi was teaching self-defense techniques to some new rookie female police officers. Natacha, watching the class, laughed at several of the moves that she considered inferior. When challenged to defend herself against some of the techniques against Harumi herself, Natacha walked confidently to the mats and took up a stance.
As the director set the scene and yelled "Action!", the girls went through their well-rehearsed lines and stepped onto the mats to go through the fully scripted and choreographed fight sequence. The director, thinking things could easily get out of hand, had two burly security guards on hand to break things up on his command. He intended to let them fight a little, if they chose to do so, but not enough to risk either actress getting hurt which might delay production. It was risky to walk this fine line, but a real fight sequence would be much better than any choreographed fight scene.
Both women, clad in their sexy police uniforms, kicked off their high heels and Harumi proceeded to demonstrate a devious joint lock on Natacha's arm that was meant to show the rookies how to immobilize a perpetrator. The hold, however, while effective, still allowed Natacha the use of her left arm that was dangling at her side. Natacha quickly ran her left hand up under Harumi's short dress and grabbed her little panties and pubic hair with a hard pull.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Harumi screamed, red-faced with humiliation as being embarrassed in front of her class by such a simple but dirty street fighting technique.
Natacha, quite proud of herself, laughed out loud and then turned and bowed to Harumi's students who looked on in silence.
An immediate exchange of words followed the dirty move that quickly deviated from the script. The pubic hair and panty pull were supposed to be fake but Natacha didn't fake it; she pulled hard and Harumi was furious.
Harumi, loosely following the script, pointed out to her class that "sometimes" police officers are forced to fight dirty like the criminals they're trying to apprehend. To demonstrate that, Harumi grabbed the top of Natacha's dress and ripped it open to expose her bra, digging her claws into one of the blonde's heavy tits.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" Natacha squealed, grabbing Harumi's waist length hair and dragging her to the mat.
A wild hair pulling battle erupted immediately between the two buxom battlers, their long bare legs snaking together and their dresses riding up around their waists. Hair was pulled, clothes were ripped, and faces were slapped as they wildly rolled around on the plastic mats. It was a very evenly matched fight with neither girl able to impose her will on her opponent. Both quickly rendered each other topless and began to viciously maul each other's tits, prompting the director to send the security guards in to pull the two wildcats apart. Since the girls' breasts were the focal point of the film, the director couldn't risk damage to their tits with much filming and several topless scenes still to be shot.
The two security guards were taken aback somewhat by how hard the two actresses resisted their efforts to separate them. Screaming, kicking, and clawing savagely, Harumi and Natacha inflicted some nasty wounds on the two men before they were finally separated and calmed down.
With wildly tangled hair, red angry faces, and hard erect nipples, the two fighters cursed each other in a screaming rage long after being separated. Yuki and Seiko had a screaming match of their own, each accusing the other side of starting the brawl and fueling the rivalry. Even the bit part actresses playing the students in Harumi's class chose up sides and were all quite vocal in voicing their opinions of the incident. It looked for several minutes like a full-fledged multi-girl brawl might break out and the director had to call for more security to get the situation under control.
Once tempers were calmed and order was restored, the director wrapped up shooting for the day and told everyone to return the next morning for tomorrow's scenes. Harumi was driven back to her house in an upscale part of Tokyo while Natacha was taken by limo back to her downtown hotel suite.
Later, as the crew began to leave the studio, Yuki saw Seiko walking to her car in the parking lot. Walking with another girl, Yuki began making remarks about Natacha and about Seiko loud enough for Seiko to hear.
Continuing to walk to her car, Seiko ignored the comments but Yuki continued and got louder and ruder as she did until Seiko finally stopped and turned around.
Both girls were wearing very short shorts and high heels. Yuki had on a tube top while Seiko was wearing a halter top and both had racks to rival the actresses they attended to on the set.
"Shut up bitch!" Seiko finally yelled back at Yuki.
"Fuck you!" Yuki screamed. "Make me shut up!"
"Slut!" Yuki hissed as her fists clenched and she moved toward Seiku who took a step forward herself and planted her feet wide apart in a defiant stance.
A deluge of name-calling and threats began as the two well-built girls pressed their heavy tits together in a toe-to-toe, nose to nose standoff. A crowd of enthusiastic onlookers began to gather around them and the hushed murmurs of a catfight were already spreading like wildfire. People were running toward them as they heard the screaming, cursing, and name calling, everyone wanting a front row view if these two started tearing off each other's clothes and rolling around on the ground.
"Okay, that's it!" Seiku spat, kicking off her high heels. Yuki quickly did the same and letting out mutual screams, the two vixens lunged at each other as the crowd erupted into a cheering mob, tightly encircling the two girls.
Open hand slaps cracked against fleshy cheeks as they grabbed each other's long hair with one hand and exchanged head snapping open-hand slaps with the other. Both clad in skimpy tops and very short shorts, the two busty females grappled around the parking lot, slamming against cars and fighting to keep their balance.
The crowd was screaming for bare tits as the girls' tops sagged slightly from their frenetic struggling but both were too involved with the fight to worry about trying to keep their tops in place.
Yuki, a skilled fighter, finally got Seiku leaned backwards over the hood of a car, and with one hand pressed against the brunette's throat, she grabbed Seiku's halter top and yanked it open. The crowd screamed and cheered as Seiku's big tits flopped into full view, her large dark nipples engorged and erect from fighting.
"Oh, you BITCH!" Seiku screamed, snaking her long bare legs around Yuki's waist and grabbing at her opponent's top now.
Yuki pulled back somewhat, stretching the tube top about eight inches away from her enemy's huge breasts that now fell out from beneath the stretchy garment. Locked between Seiku's legs, Yuki couldn't retreat so instead, she went for the brunette's breasts with both hands.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" Seiku screamed in pain as her attacker dug her claws into her bare ripe breasts, twisting and pulling the mounds with sadistic glee. The crowed urged Yuki on, embracing the tit fighting and wanting more.
Seiku released Yuki's top which quickly snapped back against her chest, but was now positioned above her fully exposed breasts that dangled beneath it. Seiku clawed and slapped at Yuki's hefty pair, slapping the pendulous mounds from side to side as they grunted, panted, and struggled on the hood of the car.
The spectators watched in awe, mesmerized by the sight of the two incredibly sexy young girls ravaging each other sexually. Some cheered for Yuki, some for Seiko; the growing division between the two camps now abundantly clear.
Getting frustrated now at being pinned in the body scissors, Yuki released Seiku's breasts and dug her claws into the girl's tender inner thighs, bringing a horrific scream from her lips as she released the scissors hold.
Grabbing Seiku's long dark hair, Yuki grabbed her opponent off the hood of the car to her feet, driving a hard punch into her stomach as her feet hit the asphalt. Instead of buckling as Yuki had expected, Seiku acted as though she didn't even feel the vicious punch. Seiko then went for Yuki's face with all ten talons, digging into her cheeks and mouth to disfigure her pretty features.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" Yuki cried out, groping and clawing at Seiku's hands to pry them from her face as they now careened across the parking lot and slammed into the side of a truck.
Seiku then grabbed two fistfuls of long shiny black hair and wound the lengthy tresses around her clenched fists. She slammed Yuki's head against the side of the truck door three times, each one bringing a groan from her opponent's lips. Desperate now, Yuki reached between Seiku's legs and grabbed the girl's crotch, closing her extended fingers quickly into a fist that grabbed the girl's shorts, panties, and just enough pubic hair to bring a painful squeal from her lips.
"You fucking dyke!" Seiku snarled, grabbing Yuki around the throat now with both hands in a vice-like choke hold.
"Ungh . . . ungh . . . ungh . . . ungh!" Yuki grunted and panted, struggling to escape the devastating choke. She wildly clawed and tore at Seiku's hands and arms. When that failed to work she dug her long sharp fingernails back into the Seiko's tits.
Willing herself to fight through the pain, Seiku twisted and contorted her upper body to lessen the pain of the savage breast attack but she just couldn't endure it any longer and finally released the choke hold.
Yuki bent over, choking and clutching her throat as Seiku backed up clutching her mauled breasts in her hands. Both girls were puffing and panting now as they labored to take in enough air to keep fighting. They straightened up and began circling each other, staggering slightly as they fought to stay upright.
Distant sirens could now be heard in the distance as heads turned, knowing someone had called the police to report the fight. Yuki didn't want the fight to end in a draw so she let out a scream and lunged at Seiku, grabbing two handfuls of dark hair. Seiku replied in kind and a wild two-handed hair pulling battle erupted with both girls dragging each other around the parking lot by their incredibly long waist length hair, hissing and screeching like two alley cats as they fought.
Struggling over the curb and onto the grassy area beside the parking lot, they got their legs tangled and fell to the grass, still clinging tenaciously to each other's hair. Their long sexy legs instantly snaked together and they rolled across the grass, still locked in a vicious hair pulling battle.
Reaching the end of the grassy area, they teetered on the precipice of a slight embankment falling away some six feet to a drainage ditch with a small stream running through it. With the sirens getting louder and closer now, they broke apart and struggled to their knees in the grass. With their bare tits now bouncing and swinging back and forth wildly, they slapped and clawed at each other's faces. Finally clinching together in a bawdy breast to breast mutual bear hug, they toppled over the edge and rolled down the embankment, splashing loudly into the water and mud below.
Dripping wet, the two fighters slowly got to their knees and to everyone's amazement, continued slapping and pulling each other's hair. The crowd cheered their thunderous approval now as the incredible girl fight continued in the ditch, many spectators now sliding down the embankment themselves to get a better view of the wet, muddy fight.
The sirens were now deafening and tires screeched as two police cars lurched to a noisy stop in the parking lot. An ambulance was shortly behind as the police officers pushed through the milling crowd and descended the embankment.
Seiku and Yuki were now writhing side by side in the water, each doing everything she could to win the fight before they were ripped apart, but it was not to be. Strong hands pried the two slippery battlers apart, dragging the two kicking and screaming females in opposite directions.
"FUCKING BITCH!" Yuki screamed at the top of her lungs.
"WHORE!" Seiku fired back, wildly writhing and squirming to get free and get back at Yuki.
It took a while but order was finally restored and the two combatants finally calmed to where they could talk and each tell her side of the story. Since it was one word against the other with the witnesses stories a fifty-fifty split of who started it, the police declined to detain either girl or press charges. They called the director, who was already home, to come back to the studio and claim them at the scene after covering both with dry blankets to cover their breasts from leering eyes.
The next morning, the Tokyo tabloid covers were photos of the parking lot catfight that had been taken by an unknown person with his or her cell phone camera. Graphic and somewhat exaggerated tales of the fight even made the mainstream newspapers and television news, the story being leaked to these sources by an anonymous tipster on the order of the director to gain the added publicity.
Reporters swarmed the parking lot of the movie set, everyone looking for an exclusive or an interview to dig up a little more dirt on the cast and crew of the film to sensationalize their stories and boost their ratings. Harumi was quick to offer herself for on camera interviews, publicly chastising Natacha for creating the problems on the set. Since Harumi Nemoto was such a well-known and beloved star in Japan, her version was taken at face value with no one even wanting to interview Natacha to hear the other side of the sordid story.
It took nearly a week for the reporters to finally lose interest and move on to other breaking stories. Tension on the set, however, was at a fevered pitch. The fierce struggle between Yuki and Seiko had only served to further divide the two camps as more verbal exchanges took place between rival crew members.
More trouble erupted during another scene where Harumi and Natacha confronted some members of the all-girl gang in a warehouse. In the script, the two busty police officers were searching a warehouse office for evidence when they were discovered by a group of gang members. The two stars would then be held at gunpoint while one gang girl went to get their leader. Guarded then by two armed gang girls, Harumi and Natacha would then attack them and a fight would ensue.
When the scene was shot, things got ugly quickly. The actress Harumi was fighting was on-script and their fight stuck tightly to the scripted choreography. Natacha's on camera opponent, however, was a Harumi supporter and took full advantage of her opportunity to inflict some pain on the despised blonde foreigner.
Expecting to simply roll around on the floor to show some tits and ass, Natacha was taken by surprise when she found herself locked in mortal combat with a vicious, clawing opponent who wanted to maul and maim her. The blonde fought back with tenacity after realizing the script was out the window and she was on her own. The blonde's fighting skills were far superior to the lesser actress and within minutes, Natacha was straddling the much smaller Japanese girl and viciously mauling her breasts. It took two stage hands to pull Natacha from the young girl who was scratched, bruised, bitten, and nearly naked after the short but vicious catfight.
Natacha just glared at a very pleased and smiling Harumi as she walked off the set, thinking somehow that Harumi was behind the surprise attack. Natacha's supporters also suspected a conspiracy as well, opening accusing Harumi of instigating the incident. In truth, it was the director himself who had used intermediaries to orchestrate the deviation from the script to keep the rivalry alive and flourishing until the final fight scene scheduled for the following week.
The director hoped the final fight would be the epic catfight he envisioned between the two arch rivals; and to that end, he kept fanning the flames to keep tension temper levels high. A meeting was scheduled to discuss the credits and who would get top billing; another was scheduled to discuss various photo options for movie posters that had some featuring Harumi and some featuring Natacha; and a third was set to discuss a possible sequel that might be shot in Sweden instead of Japan. All three meetings were bogus and intended to simply heat up the hatred and jealousy between his two stars as the big scene approached.
As the day of the final scene arrived, everyone was ready to see some fireworks between the two actresses. In the final scene which was to be shot in an upscale residence leased by the film company, Natacha was to covertly discover Harumi being paid hush money by one of the gang girls. Realizing now that Harumi was affiliated with the gang and trying to cover up their crime, waits for the gang banger to leave and then confronts Harumi one on one inside the house.
The final epic catfight would then culminate in one clear winner with two epilogues scripted, depending on which girl emerged victorious from the battle. With lights blazing and cameras running, the two leading ladies entered the living room of the house and read their lines to perfection, setting the stage for the big fight.
"So you've been leading me down the garden path the whole time!" Natacha accused Harumi, angrily cocking her hands on her hips.
"Why not?" Harumi fired back. "You were too stupid to know the difference!"
"You're under arrest, bitch!" Natacha spat.
"You can't arrest me, you have no jurisdiction here!" Harumi stated arrogantly, folding her arms across her heavy chest now in total defiance of her adversary. "And since it’s your word against mine, who's going to believe you?"
"The money is the proof," Natacha said.
"Money? What money!" Harumi shrugged.
"The money in that bag," Natacha said, pointing at a brown sack on the coffee table.
"There's no money in there, you're crazy!" Harumi laughed.
"Well then, let's just have a look and see."
"Don't touch that, bitch!" Harumi threatened.
"You're going down, whore," Natacha snarled, cocking her hands arrogantly on her hips.
"We'll see about that, slut," Harumi fired right back, also assuming an arrogant, haughty posture.
The two antagonists exchanged catty barbs for several more minutes each sticking with the script and touching on everything from family lineage to personal hygiene in their expletive-filled verbal exchange. Faces were soon flushed with anger and fists were bunched up and hanging at their sides. Erect nipples now stabbed at the delicate material of their dresses as they prepared to tear into each other.
With her lips curled into a growling sneer, Natacha charged at Harumi who was ready for the attack and they locked up instantly in a two-handed hair pulling struggle, jerking each other's heads from side to side.
"You've . . . ungh . . . been asking . . . ungh . . . for this, bitch!" Natacha grunted as she tore at her rival's long dark hair.
"I'm gonna . . . ungh . . . carve you up!" Harumi fired right back, grunting herself as she tugged and pulled at Natacha's long, flowing blonde tresses.
Panting and grunting now as they jockeyed around the living room, their faces completely obscured by each one clutching and pulling two handfuls of the other's very long hair. Both girls' already very short dresses quickly rode up even higher as they struggled and wrestled around the room, each trying to maintain her balance perched precariously atop 5 inch stiletto heeled shoes.
"Tramp!" Natacha screamed.
"Whore!" Harumi retaliated as they each jerked harder at the other's hair.
The two sexy vixens fought like alley cats, hissing and screeching while trying to tear each other's hair out. Soon both girls white panties were fully exposed as their dresses continued to work higher and higher from the intense struggling. Still encased with their skimpy dresses, both girls’ breasts were now smashed flat against each other in a tight upper body press as they dug their stiletto heels into the carpet for balance and leverage.
Natacha finally stumbled slightly when one of her tall heels turned inward and that was all Harumi needed to drive the blonde backwards and force her down onto the sofa. With both hands still deeply embedded in Natacha's hair, Harumi began slamming the girl's head against the arm of the plush leather sofa.
The script and intense choreography was now out the window as the two rival females took the fight to the next level, just as the director had hoped. He immediately motioned for everyone to stay put, keep filming, and let them fight it out.
"Ow ow ow!" Natacha cried out. "You fucking SLUT!" With that, Natacha pulled a hand from Harumi's hair and slid it between their bodies and up underneath the brunette's hiked up dress.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" Harumi screamed out in pain as Natacha grabbed a fistful of bikini panties and the thick pubic hair beneath. Closing her fist with the panties and pubic hair in her grasp, she pulled. "Oh . . . oh . . . you BITCH!" Harumi growled, releasing Natacha's hair and pulling back.
Natacha came flying up off the sofa, driving upwards and tackling the brunette solidly onto the floor and all hell broke loose the instant the two screeching wildcats hit the carpet. Dresses instantly rolled up around their waists, fully exposing several inches of midriff now above their skimpy panties, their long bare legs snaked together in a vice-like embrace from their ankles to their crotches.
They rolled between the coffee table and a chair, each wildly clawing and slapping at the other. The two fighters slammed into the front of the chair with Natacha on top for the moment, viciously clawing at Harumi's face with one hand while pulling her hair with the other hand.
Harumi, on the bottom, had one hand wedge up under Natacha's chin to force her upward and back while tearing at the blonde's thin dress with her other hand. The sound of ripping fabric as Natacha's sexy little police dress began to shred in Harumi's hand. Harumi was almost fighting blind now with most of Natacha's long thick blonde hair hanging down right in her face from above as she wildly jerked her head from side to side to get a clearer view of her opponent.
"Unnnnggggghhhhhh!" Harumi finally grunted loudly with a hard arch of her back and pelvic thrust to dislodge her rival and roll her off to the side.
Natacha fell off to the side away from the chair, dragging Harumi with her, their legs still completely entwined. Their long sexy legs rubbed together as their calves and thighs entwined once again, writhing on their sides now and facing each other in the center of the carpeted living room.
Going to work now intently on each other's sleazy little dresses, the sound of material being ripped and shredded filled the living room. Long shards of blue and black material now hung from both girls' bodies as they wriggled and squirmed around on the carpet, slowing and systematically stripping each other of their tiny dresses.
Breaking the long mutual leg lock now, the two savage fighters struggled to their knees with tattered shards of their dresses dangling from shoulders and breasts and no longer affording any coverage or protection from clawing fingernails that quickly sought out overstuffed bras.
Struggling to their knees, both girls now feverishly tore at one another's bras; stretching and pulling the garments with all their strength to get at the tender, vulnerable breasts they protected. Bra straps began to snap and break as the fragile garments were pulled viciously away from their bodies, released, and left to snap back into place. The cycle kept repeating, intermixed with slapping, hair pulling, and a lot of foul language until the bras were finally torn away and discarded, leaving both buxom cops now in just her little bikini panties.
"Eeeeeiiiiii!" both girls squealed almost simultaneously as long, sharp claws dug into already damaged breasts. Each keeping one hand entrenched in the other's long hair, they used their free hand to maul one another's tits; gouging, pulling, twisting, clawing, and pinching in a savage attempt to deface the other's prized pair even more.
Still on their knees, Natacha's back was now to the sofa as the crew lining the edge of the set watched the blonde's taut, pert buttocks contract and flex as they struggled, tightly encased in the skin tight white lace panties. The struggling on their knees was now creating bright red rug burns on both girls' knees from rubbing and sliding across the carpet in their furious fight.
Finally breaking off the savage breast fighting, Harumi pressed both of her heavy tits into Natacha's breasts, smashing all four mounds tightly together to where large round bulges of tit flesh was squirted out to each side of the two fighters as they grunted and struggled, reverting back to the two-handed hair pulling now. They wrestled and grappled in this position for a very long time with neither being able to gain any kind of advantage, each cursing and name-calling the entire time.
Struggling into a somewhat dominant position now, Natacha managed to get a headlock on her brunette rival, snaking her left arm completely around Harumi's neck and then working around behind her. Harumi was now facing the sofa with Natacha behind her, her face completely covered by her own long dark hair. The coffee table had been overturned and kicked across the room, opening up a large fighting area now immediately in front of the sofa.
The wiry brunette struggled furiously to break free, her heavy tits wildly bouncing up and down and swinging back and forth from side to side. She groped in desperation at Natacha's hair with one hand while clawing at the blonde's forearm with the other to try to break the headlock.
"Ungh . . . ungh . . . ungh!" Harumi grunted as she struggled desperately, reaching around behind her lower back now to try to grab the blonde's panty-clad pubic hair or pussy to inflict enough pain to break the brutal hold.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Natacha cried out in agony as Harumi's probing fingernails found their mark and dug into her cxnt, clawing viciously at the wet pink labia just beneath the thin layer of lace.
Natacha instantly relinquished the headlock and pulled back, giving Harumi a hard two-handed shove in the back that sent the brunette sprawling into the sofa. Harumi's left breast hit the soft cushion and her right hit the less padded arm as she quickly pulled back and began to spin around to face Natacha.
Natacha didn't give the brunette the chance to recover, however, and grabbed her left ankle, pulling hard and dragging the screaming, writhing brunette down onto her back. Natacha tried to fall atop her enemy but Harumi rolled the other way to avoid it with Natacha still clinging to her ankle with both hands now.
Harumi kicked wildly with her free leg, slashing viciously at her foe with the dangerous, sharp, lone stiletto heeled shoe on her right foot. Natacha caught the foot with one hand, ripped off the shoe, and now held each of Harumi's legs, spreading them wide apart in full view of the gallery of spectators. Trying to reposition herself to kick Harumi's crotch with her bare foot, Natacha was pulled down by the power of the brunette's long legs. As Natacha hit the floor on her right side, Harumi was able to pull her legs free but in doing so, Natacha viciously raked her claws up Harumi's bare thigh, bringing a high-pitched scream from the Japanese girl's lips.
Both girls were now panting hard and breathing heavily, each beginning to perspire from the wild battle and intense heat of the lights in the living room from so many crew members being packed into such a small area. Seeing an opening, Harumi quickly reached out and grabbed a handful of Natacha's hair that fell across her chest, dragging the blonde forward enough to lash out with both legs and trap her rival in a head scissors. Clamping down with her powerful thighs, Harumi locked her ankles together and slammed Natacha hard to the carpet.
Natacha immediately retaliated in kind, snaking her own legs around Harumi's head in what was now a full blown 69 position. The two fierce she-cats instantly tore at one another's tiny bikini panties, stretching and pulling the garments until they began to pop free and seams began to split. They began rolling back and forth, still locked in the full reverse head scissors as they slowly but efficiently complete shredded each other's fragile little panties, leaving them both now completely nude.
With no clothes left to rip or even grab now, bare flesh was targeted with long fingernails and white teeth. Squealing, cursing, grunting, and panting, the two wildcats raked their long sharp claws up and down each other's thighs; leaving long, jagged red scratch marks in their wake.
The heinous clawing now escalated to buttocks and cxnts as they continued to wildly roll back and forth across the carpet between the sofa sections, hissing and screeching, biting and clawing, writhing and wriggling with everything they had for another good five minutes or more until both were literally bathed in sweat now and too slippery to hang onto.
The stunned crew was silent, taken aback somewhat by the unbridled savagery being displayed by the two girls. Most had seen cat fights before but no one had ever seen, or even imagined, carnage to this degree. Even those who had seen Yuki fight Seiko in the parking lot were shocked at the sexual nature of this fight.
Breaking off the savage 69 fight finally, they gingerly struggled to their knees and once again went back to the two-handed hair pulling. Their slippery, sweat soaked breasts now slid back and forth against each other as they struggled with hard nipples now stabbing into sore, tender breasts.
Natacha then began throwing weak slaps at Harumi's face after pulling a hand from her opponent's hair. Harumi quickly retaliated and their face slapping soon escalated into two-handed face clawing as they fell back to the floor and snaked their slippery legs together once again.
The two vixens now slapped and clawed each other's faces while pulling hair and periodically grabbing or clawing a breast, each using everything in her bag of tricks to finish off her formidable rival. Both were exhausted now and doing little damage to each other yet neither would quit the fight and give the other the satisfaction of emerging with the victory so they fought on, mostly clinching now to conserve energy.
The clinches, while giving them respite, just made them sweat even more from the lengthy body to body contact until they were slipping and sliding like oil wrestlers and unable to grab anything but tangled, wet, matted hair that clung to their bare wet flesh.
"Give . . . up . . . ungh . . . bitch," Natacha panted, her own breasts heaving up and down heavily with each labored breath.
"N . . . n . . . ungh . . . never!" Harumi stammered, grunting hard and loud as she dug her claws again into Natacha's face.
"Aaaaagh!" Natacha yelped. "cxnt!" Natacha then somehow struggled on top and straddled the brunette in a schoolgirl pin, trapping both of the brunette's arms beneath her legs while sitting on her stomach.
Natacha leaned forward and grabbed two handfuls of dark hair and slammed Harumi's head hard against the carpet with a thud; once, twice, and then a third time. Harumi wildly bucked and thrashed beneath the blonde, trying to buck her off. Natacha's heavy tits bounced and jiggled wildly as her body was bucked up and down from Harumi's intense struggling. Their slippery flesh soon made it too hard to hang on and Natacha slid off to the side, allowing Harumi to escape the dominant hold.
Harumi went after Natacha in an all-out frenzy now; slapping, clawing, biting, and punching with everything she had as they tangled together in a heap of sweaty flesh, squirming and writhing in a ball on the carpet. No body parts were spared in the all-out offensive now as the two busty battlers mauled each other's nubile flesh from their heads to their feet, focusing mainly however, on their tits and pussies.
Wet, squirting sounds now mingled with their panting and grunting as their bodies wrestled about, locked in one tangled position after another with sweat dripping from their bodies, mixing with saliva and pussy juices from the intense battle.
Natacha once again managed a dominant position by getting behind Harumi as they both laid on their sides. Throwing a leg over her rival, Natacha got a headlock in place and began savagely mauling Harumi's breasts from behind while wedging a foot between the brunette's legs to hold her still.
Harumi struggled hard, squealing and grunting as she fought back with everything she had, brutally pulling Natacha's long blonde hair while raking her claws across her adversary's bare, sweaty flesh. But she was running out of gas quickly and was in trouble now.
Sensing the end was near, Natacha turned up the heat by reaching between Harumi's legs and attacking her cxnt with her left hand while continuing to squeeze off the brunette's air supply with the brutal headlock. Natacha too was near exhaustion and she knew she'd have to finish her rival off quickly or have nothing left to give as her own sweaty breasts now stabbed hard into Harumi's back.
Desperate now to end the carnage, Natacha rammed two fingers into Harumi's cxnt; crooking them inside and then quickly yanking them back out.
"Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" the brunette screamed out in pure agony, wildly writhing as she grabbed at her own crotch with tears streaming down her face.
Natacha wasted no time in rolling the stunned brunette onto her back and once again straddling her. Harumi had nothing left to give at that point and was limp, shaking her head now and begging Natacha to stop.
"No . . . ungh . . . no . . . no . . . more," she pleaded, her tears smearing her pretty makeup as Natacha straddled her slippery stomach, sliding back and forth with both arms raised in victory.
Crew members looked at the director, expecting him to yell cut at that point but he shook his head, warning them not to intervene yet. It was as if he, and only he, knew it was still not over.
Natacha then slid off her beaten rival and slowly got to her feet, dragging Harumi by the hair to a sitting position.
Harumi grimaced in pain, weakly struggling and moaning as her glistening sweat soaked body was dragged to her feet. Both women's wet, slippery breasts now slid against each other as Natacha pulled her rival against her and held her up.
"Now . . . we . . . finish this . . . like . . . REAL . . . women!" Natacha angrily panted between labored breaths.
The sweaty blonde now began forcing Harumi toward the bedroom door behind the sofa. The director quickly cued the lighting technicians to bring up the bedroom lighting. Cameras, already positioned in the bedroom where the original script had the fight moving to, were quickly manned and activated as the blonde dragged her struggling opponent through the door and toward the big king sized bed.
Throwing Harumi onto the large bed, Natacha jumped atop her immediately. Knowing the blonde probably had some horrible humiliating torture in store for her, Harumi began to fight back with what little energy she had left. Bare slippery legs snaked together and heavy breasts made loud, wet squishing sounds as they struggled on the bed in what could best be described as an erotic mix of fighting and fucking. Their bodies squirmed, wriggled, writhed, pumped, and slid against each other now; both girls feebly grabbing bare tits and pulling each other's long, matted, tangled hair.
They rolled to the right, and then back to the left; their bare flesh glistening in the bright lights. Harumi tried to mount a cxnt attack against the blonde but Natacha quickly clamped her thighs together to prevent it, issuing a retaliatory slap for the attempt. With Harumi now worn down to the point of near exhaustion, Natacha got her turned onto her back and mounted her in a schoolgirl pin. Sitting on the Japanese girl's stomach, Natacha tortured Harumi's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers; violently twisting and pulling the dark brown shafts until Harumi screamed out in agony and began clawing at Natacha's hands to stop the horrific pain.
Finished with the nipple torture, Natacha slid forward and sat on Harumi's breasts now, smashing the huge tits flat against the girl's chest. Natacha slowly slid back and forth over Harumi's slippery tits with her bare cxnt, grinding and rubbing against the hard nipples that stabbed into her labia and clitoris, causing her to moan with sexual arousal.
Sliding even further forward now, Natacha slammed her wet cxnt against Harumi's face and grabbed two fistfuls of dark hair. Winding the long tangled tresses around her clenched fists, Natacha pulled Harumi's face tight her own cxnt as she began to rub and pump against it.
Natacha's big tits bounced wildly up and down, spewing beads of sweat as they bounced. She was pumping savagely now, slamming her cxnt hard against Harumi's face to totally degrade and humiliate her. Harumi feebly groped and clawed at the blonde's thighs but to no avail as Natacha barely even felt the weak attacks in her heightened state of sexual arousal.
The pumping and grinding intensified until the blonde finally tensed, squealed, and then exploded in a massive orgasm. She let out a long moan, sucked in another breath, and then slid back onto Harumi's stomach. Pulling one hand from Harumi's long dark hair, Natacha issued a final slap to the girls' face and then slumped over. Natacha collapsed to the bed beside her beaten rival and laid there trying to catch her breath and somehow find the strength to sit up.
Finally getting into a sitting position, Natacha reached out and grabbed one handful of Harumi's hair and pulled the beaten brunette toward her.
"You're . . . under . . . arrest . . . bitch!" Natacha panted.
Harumi just weakly nodded, sobbing and cowering, unable to do or say anything.
Slowly struggling to get to her feet, Natacha teetered and wobbled on week knees, barely able to stand in her state of total exhaustion.
"CUT! PRINT IT!" the director finally yelled as the crew rushed to tend to the badly mauled fighters.
Both girls were whisked away to separate rooms and attended to by medical personnel. Neither was hurt seriously but both had numerous bites, scratches, cuts, bruises, and rug burns.
By virtue of her incredible win over Harumi, Natacha got top billing in the movie and became an instant star in Japan the moment the film was finally released. Harumi swore she'd meet Natacha again and that she'd avenge the total humiliation that had been visited upon her, vowing that her humiliation would pale in comparison to what she had planned for Natacha after she kicked her ass. Upon hearing this, the producer and director called a production meeting to plan a sequel.
The end
