WEDNESDAY. CHAMPIONSHIP NIGHT (- 3)
Julia Ann and Kate Upton were sitting in the living room of their fifth floor hotel suite sipping Champagne sent up by the commissioner of the Celebrity Sexfight League to celebrate Team 3BlondMILFs reaching the final against Team Breasts. Julia had just opened her mouth to say something when the doorbell chimed. She and Kate exchanged a look. Julia looked at her watch and frowned. Theyre early. Hmmm...
Either they cant wait or ... she sighed and got up to open the door for Ronda Rousey and Jennifer Lawrence. Ronda put her hand on Julias chest to push her aside as they walked in without a word. Ronda walked over to where Kate was sitting, picked up the bottle of Champagne, lifted it to her lips and drained the last six ounces, then dropped the empty bottle in Kate's lap.
Ronda looked around and asked, Your bitch ready?
Kate sprang to her feet to confront Ronda, the empty bottle falling on the carpet with a dull THUMP!
In the bedroom... Julia mumbled, her eyes downcast. ...as always,
Upton added, She was so excited, she had to start without you.
Sarcasm. Lawrence said and nodded approvingly, the first word out of her mouth. A droll troll with big tits... theres one for the record book. Jen stepped up to Julia, reached out and untied the sash of her hotel robe, opening it to bare her massive breasts. See, this is what I was telling you about Ronnie. Look at the workmanship on those babies. Come take a close look.
Rowdy Ronda walked over and took Julias breasts in her hands, hefting them; testing their weight. I cant imagine walking around with two bowling balls on my chest, she said, glancing over her shoulder at Lawrences chest. Your grapefruits feel just right. What do I need with these things?
It was Upton who answered her, though Rousey only asked it rhetorically, not expecting an answer. All the wrestling divas have work done, Kate purred cattily. Nobody will pay to see a flat-chested bimbo having her ass bounced around in a ring. Its T AND A, remember?
Ronda whirled around, eyes flashing angrily. She stalked up to Upton and yanked her robe open, Kates big soft E-cup breasts jiggled as they settled on her excitedly panting chest. She thought she had said too much when Rousey grabbed her breasts in both hands and squeezed until tears welled in her eyes.
You think these are special? Rousey sneered. McKinney; Tiegen; Atkinson... hell, theres a dozen out there with better tits. She looked over at Julias still bare breasts and said, Her surgeon did a better job than Mother Nature did with these, Ronda sneered. She lifted Kates heavy juggs, then dropped them to her chest with obvious disdain.
You didnt come to talk boob jobs, Julia said, trying to calm Rousey. Shes in the bedroom waiting; go get what you came came for and leave. We have plans to make before the match this weekend.
Rousey chuckled. You keep running your mouth, Ms Smartass, and you might run into more trouble than you expect this weekend. No reason we HAVE to let you win, she said. Rousey and Charlize had reached an agreement before the tournament. Back when Theron was team captain, she had offered to trade sex with Ronda and Jen for favorable treatment by the referees. When Julia replaced Theron as team captain, she told Charlize to keep putting out. Julia preferred not to take on that job; it was bad enough having to put up with Rousey and Lawrence ogling her and commenting about adult entertainers without confirming their prejudice by going down on them and having them do - whatever. Not as long as an Oscar winner in Charlize Theron was - or had been - both available and willing to put out.
Ronda and Jen were already undressing as they headed for Charlizes bedroom door. Two eager beavers there, Kate muttered, touching hers beaver before she belted her robe over her breasts.
Julia was returning from the kitchenette carrying a fresh bottle of bubbly, her robe still open; breasts still exposed. She popped the cork which went sailing across the room and refilled Kates glass.
You think Charlize ever regrets not getting implants like yours? Kate asked Julia, picking up her glass and taking a long sip.
Like mine? No, Julia shook her head. We talked about it one night... when I was helping Diaz and Char train for this. They both had agents and friends advise them to get help but they rejected it. Charlize said she never had second thoughts until after she got a good, close-up, look at Lively, then she thought maybe she made a mistake. But it was too late by then, everyone knew what her tits looked like.
Upton chuckled and shook her head. They wanted me to have mine reduced. Said nobody will hire a model so big nobody notices what shes wearing. She finished the glass of Champagne and poured a refill, gesturing with the bottle toward Therons bedroom, where muffled sounds of sex were audible through the hotel wall. They dont seem to mind her tits are nothing special.
Julia held up her empty glass and Kate refilled it. Its not her tits, Julia told her young protege - at least thats how she thought of Kate who had no sexfight experience. Rousey takes her ass with the big strap-on she got from Stephanie. For Jen, its all about pussy; girls a pussy hound. She cant get enough. You oughta try her before its too late, Julia advised her young partner. Shes surprisingly good for a legit, actress. You heard shes talking to Ronda about having Charlize produce The Ronda Rousey Story with Jen in the lead...?
