Well, it's been a while since last I wrote a tale on the forum so I thought it time to return. Am currently holidaying in France with an hour or two of me time so what better way to spend it than in a new catfight adventure. I hope to do something vaguely episodic with a new chapter every day or two so hope you enjoy and if anyone has any suggestions then please feel free to add. Enjoy,
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Elizabeth Muldoon run her fingers through her flame red tresses as she inspected herself in the mirror of the ladies' room. Outside sprawled the offices of Maynholm Film Industries heralding possibility, one of the most important interviews of her burgeoning acting career beckoned. At 25 she had enjoyed modest success in some low key independent work and character stuff but this was set to change everything, a role in a mid budget Hollywood financed spectacle- action, sexy scenes and a chance to hit the big time. There was just the matter of the audition but she knew she had plenty to offer, not just her talent but her startling looks would serve her impeccably. Her pale skin perfectly complemented her long red mane, elegantly refined by her make up, her 5'7, 120ish frame perfectly feminine with full 36d breasts which swelled against her tight black blouse. A final look as she turned to the side to inspect herself.c took her slender red nailed fingers to her buttons and undid another to show just a little more of her perfect cleavage- 'there, that should do it' she smiled a red lipped smirk and with a satisfied stare turned on her four inch strappy heels and made her way out, nylon hissing, heels clicking with each long legged step.
Sophie Thomas was running late, this job meant the world to her but the flight had been delayed and the taxi had taken way too long and here she was running on her four inch heels to the doors of this up and coming Hollywood studio; she couldn't mess this up. When she had heard that they were casting for a British actress for this new action film she picked up the phone to her agent immediately. She knew that bit parts in soaps were not going to give her the profile she do desired nor, in her mind, deserved- it was time to branch out. So when the audition came she knew she couldn't blow it. Yet here she was running up to the front desk, her raven dark hair a tousled mess, blouse clinging awkwardly yet sensuously tightly to her as she composed herself. With the poise that her acting talents made easy and a great sense of her sexiness she introduced herself and indicated she was here for the audition. It was nothing to charm the young security officer to let her in despite the fact that lateness usually led to the door being closed and with a flash of rubious lippy and a thrust of her magnificent cleavage she was waved through to the express elevator with the lingering looks of the young man and a glare of catty resentment from his blond female co-worker. At a smouldering 5'6, 120 and amply chested the young actress was no stranger to such looks, in fact she loved to aggrieve other women and had been in more than her fair share of clashes in the ten years since she had left school. With a quick sassy grin over her shoulder she moved to the elevator, her fingers already working at the buttons of her tight red blouse to show off just a little more of that fine cleavage. Yes, she WOULD get thus job, whatever it took!
The elevator chimed onto the penthouse floor. Elizabeth barely registered it as she looked at the magazine in front of her, resting on her crossed stockinged legs, heel rocking lazily, she was too absorbed in what was to come to actually read any if it. Nonetheless there was some instinct that drew her to look up and when the sole occupant of the elevator exited her heart almost missed a beat. Sophie had spent her brief ride tidying her hair and smoothing her black skirt over her stockinged legs and looked every inch the part as she emerged, confident and sassy and in control until her mascarad eyes met those of the redhead who stared from her seat at her. 'Fucking hell... HER!' the thought went through both young women's minds and for a moment they stood simply looking at one another.
'Miss Thomas?' the young secretary's voice broke the moment of tense silence.
'Uh yes,' Sophie replied, breaking her gaze.
'Good, please take a seat, Mr Defoe will see you shortly.' She smiled indicating the seats at which the redhead sat.
If only she had known the terrible rivalry between these two. They had first met each other at stage school and it was hate at first sight. Yes, the acting profession was a bitchy one, drama school was a kill or be killed experience with everyone out to get everyone else, but the loathing between Sophie and Elizabeth was way in excess of any such typical artistic rivalry.They did everything in their powe to trash, humiliate and ridicule the other, their arguments became legendary evolving from their initial demure disagreements about the staging of devised work to their fiery, bitter rows over who would take the role of Lady Macbeth- as it stood neither got it, some blonde bitch called Haley tool it from under their noses. Everyone thought that they would eventually sort their differences in some sort of clash, a fight, but for one reason or another it never came to pass and they went their own ways. They rarely met each other in their careers and when they did it was handbags at dawn, a constant exchange of bitchy comments and snipes but still they never had it out as many hoped they might to clear the air. And here they were, together again.
'Helli Elizabeth', Sophie could barely hide the contempt in her voice, her made up face twisting as she moved over slowly, heels clicking, hips swaying with each practiced long legged step.
'Well, look what the cat dragged in', smirked Liz back with no sense of feigned politeness.
'Oh, how droll', the dark-haired woman sat slowly, eyes locked, turning her body slightly towards the redhead. 'And why are you here, come for the office junior's job?'
Liz sneered back humourlessly, 'Darling, I thought that was why you were here, you can't seriously be after the part can you?'
'As a matter of fact I am dear....so I suggest you, as they say, bugger orf and do us both a favour.'
Liz snorted, 'I really hadn't realised how much bit part work in that trashy soap opera had deluded you girl . How ARE your ratings these days?'
'Oh...' Sophie was about to launch back but a sudden buzz from
the front desk interrupted and a nod from the secretary, 'Mr Defie will see you now.'
'Oh, which one if us?' Sophie concluded her sentence.
Both of you.' she smirked cattily herself delighting in their confusion as they both looked confusedly at one another, stood and then began to compose themselves, primping hair and smoothing skirts. Looking at one another with continued contempt they then both turned went in. The young desk sec watched them go, she knew what was planned and knew that both these girls would have a chance to settle their differences sooner than they would imagine all thanks to the audition!
