Serena77 VS Angelina Jolie
It was moving towards fall. As I was given a very hard to refuse invite. I accept, and soon find myself in Italy.
Even better, with one of the most beautiful, and sexy of ladies Serena.
Serena was invited to a society affair, being put on by a visiting, and famous duo. Of course my lovely friend, leaving that out, until it was too late. With her beauty, and style. Serena could fit in, with any crowd, of glamour.
It was wonderful, she also seemed to have such a down to earth personality about her.
Yet myself, I was more the cozy night in together or movie or small club type kind of guy.
Still, when you had a lady as sexy as Serena as your escort. It is never hard to accept.
The event was being held at a rented villa. The main house nice sized, with some festive lights, strung from it. To a smaller nearby building.
Well maintained lawn, as well as trees and shrubbery. Along the front of the house.
As we arrive, the steady flow of autos, being handed over for parking. As the guests moved along, the curvy walkway. To be admitted through the front door.
As we begin walking, I can not help but be taken in. By the outfit, and the sensuous woman wearing it.
Serena was wearing a very slinky, as well as thin black dress.
Spaghetti thin shoulder straps. Her back, bare down, to almost her firm ass.
The front, having a very deep vee cut to it. Small diamonds or rhinestones, glittering along the edges. Only helping to display. The very generous amount, of firm, lightly tanned cleavage on display.
The inner curves, of her breasts gently heaving. The motion, helping to make the gems dance, and sparkle.
The rest of the dress hugging her lush curves wonderfully. Along her left side, it has a slit. Letting it flow more freely, while showing off, her shapely leg nicely. As it stops well above her ankles.
Hair, face, and figure. Serena easily, was going to be a point of focus, at the party.
We are greeted, as her invite is inspected. The doorman, speaking to her pert breasts. Before giving me a look of disdain, before letting us in.
I totally understood that. As how did an average guy like me. Get to have such exquisite company, as this lady?
We begin roaming the party which was spread through out the villa, and into the back yard.
A tent set up, as well as music playing, and chairs.
The laughter and chatter of people around us. As they meet, and enjoy themselves.
Serena about having to pull me ahead. As I hear our hosts are inside the open air tent. Chatting with and seeing to the guests. As they roam the food, and drinks set out for them.
I try to think of the food, and not embarass Serena. As we are introduced to Brad, and Angelina Jolie.
To make matters worse, as Angelina turns around. Conversation dies. As the world renown, actress, and model. Is wearing the same dress as Serena.
Angelina is breath taking, yet Serena just as much.
A quick smile appears on her face, as she extends a hand gracefully. While her eyes show what she really is thinking. 'I don't like you bitch, hope you leave soon."
Serena smiles, as she also shakes hands. Serena seeming slightly tense. As if thinking, will I have to kick her ass here or not??
Then they part, as Angelina moves closer to me, and brushes up against me. Her scent, and touch of her figure against me. Bringing my attention away from the food. As a pair of the most well photographed, full lips. Give me a very intent kiss, as she greets me.
Angelina letting me go, to smile at Serena again.
I smile, as I have just enjoyed kissing Angelina. Especially since I was not Serena's significant other. As Angelina may have assumed.
To add to it, as she turns. Brad is giving Serena way to much attention saying hello.
With a snapped call to him, from Angelina. The power couple, soon moves onto other guests.
"I suppose you enjoyed that?" Serena asks, as I stand still stunned by my reception.
My silence, and blushing saying enough. "Fine, I invite you all the way to my home." Then you throw yourself, at the first bimbo, that comes along." Serena teases. I don't think she is mad in any way.
Yet now she had something wonderful, to guilt trip me with. If she so desired for the rest of my visit.
We mingle, and move around. As Serena informs me, of what some of the native dishes being served were.
Now and then we would catch Angelina staring intently, at Serena. As the actress, model began grooming her guests. For charity donations, for some causes later.
Myself, I was enjoying just being able to spend time with Serena. Yet I could also tell, the evening had become less enjoyable for her, as it went along.
"Shall we go Serena?" I ask her, as she seems tense and unhappy. While still being one of the most beautiful ladies in attendance.
She smiles at me, and nods. "First let me say goodbye to our hosts." She says, trying to do the right thing.
As we begin to search for them. We find Brad first, as once again. He pays Serena way to much attention, than he should have.
Especially having a woman, as lovely as Angelina part of his life.
Then we are guided to the kitchen area, where Angelina had gone. To make sure, fresh items where sent out to the tent outside.
"I just want to thank you for having us, before we leave." Serena says graciously, trying to be on her best behaviour.
"How nice of you to inform me." "That the biggest man stealing slut at my party." "Is willing to admit defeat and go." Angelina cattily replies.
"Excuse me?!!" Serena questions.
"Oh please, as if EVERYONE here." "Has not seen you show your tits, and try and seduce my husband." Angelina throws back.
"This from the woman trying to shove her tongue down, my dates throat?" Serena fires back, as servants still, and begin listening. Some slipping outside, to inform Brad, and other guests.
"Please, I just did that to show you your place." "If I was an Italian slut like you." "I could have your date anytime, I wanted." Angelina answers back.
I can almost sense Serena's passionate blood begin to boil.
"Storm come over here please!!" Serena asks, her voice stern. While I begin thinking I am going to be torn into, for enjoying the earlier kiss.
Serena glares at Angelina, then turns fully to me. To my surprise, she grabs me, and pulls me in very close.
Serena's lush figure pressing, and molding to mine. As she begins to give me a kiss of her own.
I know it is claiming territory. Yet I can not deny the feeling of dying happy. After two such kisses, from ladies this lovely.
Unlike Angelina. I do respond, and kiss back with Serena. Enjoying holding her, before we part. As Brad, and other guests begin to arrive.
My eyes widening, as I had not heard Angelina get into the fridge.
Serena just turning around, as Angelina opens the carton of custard. Before pouring it down Serena's front.
The creamy, globs of yellowish custard. Spilling across Serena's firm breasts, and down it, as well.
Angelina not stopping, until some of it dribbles, and spatters over Serena's head.
"There, that should cool you off, whore." Angelina calmly says, as she has felt threatened by Serena. Since the moment we arrived.
"Stay away from my husband you slut." "Now take your friend, and please leave now." She ads, as Brad begins pulling her back, and away from Serena.
Serena's curvy figure, trembling with anger, and rage.
"You fucking bitch!!" "Storm is my friend, and I am glad, to keep your hands, and tongue off him." "He is better than a tramp like you deserves."
"For sake of your guests, and the charity." "I am not going to kick your fat ass here!!" Serena continues, as Brad begins having trouble holding Angelina back.
"You cheap little slut, how dare you??" Angelina fires back.
"You want a first class ass kicking, name the time bitch!!" Angelina responds.
"Care to come to my gym, for a lesson on being a lady." "As well as how it feels, being beaten like the whore on her backside you are?" Serena asks. As she wipes some of the custard from her face. Myself moving to help.
"Be real, as if you would not have your other Italian sluts, waiting to gang up on me." "May we try it in California?" Angelina offers.
"After all I want someone to tape, your humiliating ass kicking." She ads.
"Neutral ground instead?" Serena asks.
"England.... Femmefight." I toss in.
Serena smiles at me, "perfect!" She says.
Angelina asks who we are talking about. We tell her of the independant catfight vendor. Having the place, skills, and equipment, to tape it all.
After exchanging some information. Angelina promising, to check him out. If acceptable. The two lovely ladies, would soon meet in the ring, for a catfight!!
I have most of the custard wiped off Serena's pretty face. As she finishes with a final shot at Angelina.
Serena gives me another quick kiss. "Come on Storm, I'll let you help clean me up." She says, taking my hand in hers.
"Brad can try washing the skank off her." "Yet I doubt he will have much success!!" Serena tosses out. As now this time it was Angelina's body trembling with rage.
She would finish with the party. Find out about this FemmeFight person. Then arrange, for Serena to get her ass, and tits handed to her, in the ring.
It was a week later, things began to come together. Angelina had done her checking, and the fight, and location had been approved.
We had arrived in England. With myself, still happily remembering, getting to help Serena clean up, from the custard.
Now it was time, for her to get to fight. With myself, being in her corner.
The arena, and ring was set. The cameras ready to film it. Some people would be inside, a few from both ladies friends. To cheer for them, and be witness.
Their would be no boxing gloves in this one. It was going to be anything goes.
Serena was looking incredible, with just the sports bra, and bikini bottoms on. Her face, lovely, smiling and confident. As she hands me the water bottle, to mist her fine body down with it.
Her pretty eyes watching me closely. As she lifts her bra, exposing her nice sized firm breasts, for a few squirts of water.
Her nipples rising, to poke nicely, into the thin material, as she lowers it again. Chest heaving, nipples showing, body glistening. Serena was ready.
I would get to follow her out to the ring. To be in her corner. Having a nice view of her firm ass. To go with the just enjoyed tit shot, she gave me.
Angelina may be world famous, and gorgeous. Yet I was pleased, being the one, to be in Serena's corner. As maybe not as famous. Serena was every bit as beautiful, and sexy.
We begin to head to the ring. The voices from the small crowd gathered around, as both ladies introduced.
Serena getting to go first, while Angelina trading on her fame. Would enter second.
Some cheers, and applause. As well as boos, from the other side. Accompany us, into the ring.
Serena striding confident, and lightly on her feet.
Soon we stand waiting, as Angelina is introduced. The same reaction from the crowd, except reversed, from the two sides.
Serena, and Angelina's eyes both widening, as it was a reminder of the party. That had started it all.
Angelina was wearing the same style sports bra, and bikini bottoms. Her tits also wetted, hard nippled, and jiggling.
This was only going to add more heat, to the contest.
Now they stand facing each other, as it is about to begin.
"I notice, you had your boyfriend, spy on me in the locker." "Hope he got a good view, of what a real woman is supposed to look like." Angelina taunts, trying to beat at Serena's confidence.
"He got to see it all, while cleaning up, after your custard mess you bitch." Serena boldy replies, as I try not to blush, thinking about it for now. Trying to stay focused on the present.
"He may or not be my boyfriend." "I just know, unlike your absent hubby." "If Storm was mine." "You could flash those saggy tits of yours at him all day." "He would STILL be mine whore!!" Serena hisses at her.
Angelina's tits anything but saggy, even as Serena's breasts were very full, and firm.
"Leave my husband out of this, you man stealing slut." "He had obligations." "Besides I did not want him upset, over seeing your fat ass, and weak tits." Angelina answers back.
I wanted to raise my hand, excuse myself. Before stating, how nice Serena's ass, and tits both were.
Serena giving Angelina a small shove back. "Let's do this slut!!" She says calmly, as they both step back. The two beginning to circle each other. As the catfight was about to begin.
Serena and Angelina moving lightly on their feet. As they hear the cheers, and encouragment, from their gathered friends or fans.
"This is no movie set princess!!" Serena says, before launching a hard left fist. That Angelina ducks, most of. Still some of it hitting her shoulder, and driving her back.
"I do most of my own stunt work anyways, bitch!!" Angelina answers back. As Serena moves in. Angelina tries bringing a leg kick, up into Serena's side. The move done, while still slightly off balance.
Serena grabs her leg, yanks, and twists it. With a cry of pain. Angelina tumbles to the mat, with Serena in hot pursuit.
Angelina rolling, even as Serena tries lowering a knee down onto her.
Serena still able to recover in time. To grab Angelina, as she rolls onto her back. Serena driving a fist into Angelina's belly. Driving the air from her.
As she lay gasping. Sereena mounts her, ripping her sports bra off. To begin to slap, hit, and punish. Angelina's beautiful, exposed breasts.
Angelina writhing on the mat, as Serena grabs her right breast. Squeezing, and twisting it.
Before smiling down at her. "Greetings, and claws from Italia, you bitch!!" Serena says, before raking her finger nails, across Angelina's tit.
Angelina crying out in pain, even as thin ribbons of blood. Apear on the tender flesh of her breast.
Serena raises back slightly, as she readies her next attack.
Angelina partially out of desperation, moves quickly. Maybe the fear of herself, being humiliated so quickly. By this stunning Italian beauty. Giving her an adrenaline rush.
She begins to arch her body. As Serena works to stay mounted on her. Angelina lands a fist of her own, to Serena's sleek belly.
Serena not getting the full impact. Yet still being knocked off balance. Just before Angelina manages to bring a leg, back up, and into Serena lower back.
Serena already having been losing her balance. Is knocked forward, and over the top of Angelina. Serena landing up above her head.
Angelina pushing herself up off the mat. Turning, and launching herself, to splash onto Serena.
Now it is the lovely Italian, struggling. As Angelina strips Serena's bra. To expose Serena's large, well formed breasts for some payback.
Serena kicking, and trying to free herself. Arms, and legs flailing. As Angelina grabs her hair, and uses it. To smack the back of Serena's head, onto the mat.
As she lay momentarily stunned. Angelina slaps, hits, and claws Serena's beautiful breasts.
I am about to consider throwing in the towel. Unable to see, how hurt or out of it, Serena may be.
When Angelina gives out a cry of astonishment. As Serena bucks her off, and to the side.
The two rolling away from each other. To rise facing each other on their knees.
Soon they are both back on their feet, chests heaving, and circling each other again.
What was first only water. Was slowly becoming a light sheen of sweat, on both beautiful ladies bodies.
Thin ribbons, of blood. Also glistening on their clawed at breasts.
Angelina gives a battle cry, and lunges forward. Her elbow, aimed at Serena's jaw.
Serena manages to duck, bringing her own fist. Hard into Angelina's exposed side. A gasp of pain, before Serena slams her other fist. Into Angelina's other side.
The pain of the blows, showing on Angelina's face.
Yet the famed star, was not through. Serena barely able to block. The knee, to her crotch, Angelina tries next.
Her knee hitting Serena's thigh. Even as Serena manages to grab a hand full of Angelina's hair.
"I owe you a hair pull you whore!!" Serena informs her opponent. Before yanking Angelina's head, and hair hard.
Angelina' grabbing a hold of Serena's bikini bottoms. Tangling her up, and sending them both to the mat together.
Even as the bikini bottoms pull free. Leaving Serena naked, in all her firm, fit glory.
They begin rolling together on the mat. Arms shoving or driving fists, into tender flesh. Finger nails raking breasts, bellies or backs.
Legs kicking out or swinging to try and gain leverage over the other lady.
A knee to Serena's side. Ramming in, the same time, a fist, drives into Angelina's belly.
The two ladies shoving apart, and rolling away from each other.
Like two champion gladiators of old. They both rise to their feet.
Turning to face each other.
Chests heaving, bodies bruised and aching. Blood, and sweat glistening on them. As Angelina has lost her bottoms, in the last grappling. They both now stood naked, nothing to hide. Every inch of them naked, on display. As was their spirit, to keep fighting on.
"Let's finish this whore!!" Serena taunts, moving around the ring.
"Bring it bitch!!" Angelina replies back.
As they surge towards each other again.
The crowd captivated, and cheering loudly for them both!!
They begin to close. Hands now only in closed fists. No more slapping or clawing to end this with.
Angelina launches a few savage punches. Serena turning to take them on her side, towards her lower back. Instead of her toned belly.
As Angelina rears back for another one.
Serena launches her own fist, hard between Angelina's bobbling breasts.
Angelina's own punch, hitting Serena's toned belly finally.
Yet the blow from Serena landing first, stunning Angelina. As well as weakening her return punch.
As Angelina stands gasping, trying to bring air back into her body.
Serena lands an uppercut, to Angelina's jaw.
The sensuous actresses eyes widen, at the impact, then begin to glaze.
Her arms drop down, as she falls with a soft thump, onto the mat.
Serena backs off, as soon it is decided. Angelina can go on no longer. Serena's punch, almost having knocked her out completely.
I rush into the ring, as Serena flings herself into my arms.
The fight was over. While I was getting to hold the winner Serena!!
The battle over, her honor fully restored in everyone's eyes. From the custrad dumping incident and challenge.
We begin to head over to Angelina's corner, to check on her.
Some smelling salts, waved back, and forth under her nose. The lovely actress, begins to revive. With some added respect in her eyes. As she views Serena.
"Well done, and as you have won." "My apologies also, for how I treated you before." Angelina says to Serena.
The crowd chanting for both of them, as Angelina sits in her corner, while she is tended to.
"Being a gracious winner, I accept your apology." "For both myself, and my friend Storm." Serena let's her know.
"Thank you, and please, be my guest, for dinner tomorrow." "Will give me time, to be able to use my jaw again." Angelina ads, smiling weakly, while feeling her own pain.
"I accept, for both of us." "As long as you promise not to wear the same dress as me." Serena finishes. As they both share a soft laugh, as Angelina promises to check with her first. To be sure the same thing did not happen again.
Then Serena helps her up, as I stand by Serena's side.
As the crowd erupts in applause and cheers. Both winner, and beaten opponent. Stand in the ring together. Angelina raising Serena's hand in victory.
As they both show some good sportsmanship OR sportsWOMANship towards each other. Before the cheering crowd. As the tape finishes recording the event.
Serena was the winner.
While for myself. I just was thinking. Of how enjoyable it was going to be. Helping Serena get cleaned up again.
Doing what I could to ease her aches and pain.
Before getting to dine out the next night. With maybe the two most beautiful visitors. In England that day.
The end
