CATHERINE GETS CARRIED AWAY

Starring Catherine Zeta-Jones & Anna Kournikova


The party started early for a Hollywood gathering, around nine o'clock. It was
now nearly midnight, and the party wheels were just starting to get greased
up. Celebrities of all genres talked and mingled, most of them already nicely
intoxicated at this point. The atmosphere was thick with flirtation and sexual
tension, as would be expected at a celebrity gathering. Let's face it:
celebrities, as a general rule, tend to have no qualms about hooking up with
other celebrities. It's almost an industry rule. They also seem to have quite
a short attention span when it comes to relationships, and this tendency would
turn out to have some rather humiliating repercussions for one particular
famous lady tonight.

The party was being held in the Hollywood Hills mansion of actor Michael
Douglas and his also famous, (and gorgeous) wife, Catherine Zeta-Jones.
Michael was off in Africa shooting a movie, and Catherine, out of boredom, and
perhaps some other reasons, decided to throw a little impromptu bash at the
house. (If you could call it a "house". It was a palace, more than anything.)
Among the guests were the singer Enrique Iglesias, whose concert Catherine had
attended a week before, and his girlfriend, tennis star Anna Kournikova. Anna
had sat next to Catherine at the show, though she had not been particularly
impressed with the other woman's attitude. Catherine virtually ignored her at
the concert, and, as Anna had noticed, seemed rather transfixed while watching
her boyfriend perform on stage. Backstage after the show, it was more of the
same. Catherine more or less acted as though Anna didn't exist, but she seemed
to direct more than enough attention towards her boyfriend, whom she lavished
with compliments the entire evening. The worst part of it was that Enrique
seemed to be eating it up. Anna noticed the eye contact that the two were
making, the subtle looks and body language, and it made her more than a little
uneasy. And tonight, things seemed to be picking up exactly where they left
off at the concert. Catherine seemed utterly enraptured and just oh-so
interested in everything Iglesias had to say, and, Anna noticed, was always
quick to refill his glass whenever it became empty. Catherine also seemed to
be knocking back quite a few herself. With each drink, she seemed to become
more and more bold, and was now touching Iglesias quite frequently as they
spoke. Anna was spying all this from the corner of the huge room, safely
nestled behind some over sized plants. She saw Iglesias say something,
something that was apparently funny, that caused Catherine to laugh heartily.
She then saw Catherine lean over and kiss him gently on the cheek, then get up
to excuse herself. Anna had seen enough. She got up and followed Catherine.

Catherine made her way up the stairs, most likely to the bathroom, Anna
thought. She followed Catherine at a safe distance, trying to be as indiscreet
as possible. She noticed that Catherine was having quite a bit of difficulty
navigating the staircase, no doubt due to the seven martinis she had knocked
back while mercilessly flirting with her boyfriend. She was indeed headed to
the bathroom, and Anna waited at the head of the stairs until she heard
Catherine close the bathroom door behind her. Anna walked down the long
hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door. She was not exactly clear on
what she was actually going do. She had recently gotten into a fight with
another girl, and had wound up paying the other girls hefty medical bills, so,
although what she really wanted was to just bust Catherine up, she decided she
would have to find another way to get her point across. She waited until she
heard the sink running, and then burst inside. Catherine looked up at her in
surprise. "Don't you knock?" she asked, a sharp annoyance in her voice. Anna,
still not clear on exactly what she was going to do, threw the shocked
Catherine over her shoulder. "What the HELL are you doing?!" Catherine
screamed. Anna turned and walked out of the bathroom and carried Catherine
down the hallway, then turned into one of the bedrooms, went inside, and
locked the door. She threw Catherine down on the bed. "Just who the fuck do
you think you are?!" Catherine blurted out. She got out of the bed and went
for the door. As she reached for the doorknob, Anna wrapped her arms around
Catherine and lifted her off the ground from behind. Catherine kicked her legs
wildly in the air and screamed again. "What IS this?!" she howled, trying to
pry Anna's arms from around her torso. Anna turned around and threw Catherine
on the bed again. "This is what happens when you don't respect two people's
relationship", Anna began. "Besides.aren't you married?" "This is ridiculous!"
Catherine spat. "I will not be held prisoner in my own house!" Again, she
lunged towards the door. Anna again grabbed her from behind and picked her up,
but this time elevated her into an over the shoulder backbreaker. Catherine
screamed out in dismay as she hung in a perfect arc over Anna's shoulder. Anna
knew Catherine was drunk, so to have a little fun, she decided she would start
spinning her. She spun Catherine around and around, as the other woman loudly
voiced her discontent. Anna hoped the house had good soundproofing. She again
flung Catherine onto the bed. Catherine bounced up and down on the mattress as
she stared up at Anna with a wide eyed look of utter shock. "What do you
want.?" she asked her captor. "Just to have some fun." Anna replied
mysteriously. She already knew she was not really going to hurt Catherine, but
she was keeping that to herself. Let her suffer a little. Anna began pacing
back and forth in front of the bed, like some kind of army general, as
Catherine continued to stare up at her in wide-eyed amazement. "Tell you
what." Anna started, cocking her head towards Catherine. "If you can pick me
up, I'll let you go, leave your house, and you'll never hear from me
again..deal?" Catherine looked up at her, bewildered at this completely
bizarre proposition. "Whu.?" was all that escaped her lips. "WELL?" Anna
shouted, impatiently. "What are you waiting for?" Catherine scrambled off the
bed, a look of complete confusion on her face. She couldn't believe she was
actually going along with this. Struggling to gather her thoughts, she decided
she would try to pick Anna up over her shoulder, since she had done that in a
movie once. As she got into position, Anna stopped her. "Uh-uh-uhh." she said,
shaking her head disapprovingly. "I've already seen you do that before, in a
movie." She adopted a glamorous pose, and tossed her hair back. "I want you to
carry me in your arms, like a groom carries a bride. Much more romantic, don't
you think?" "Fuck you." Catherine said, her voice seething. "Well.OK", Anna
replied calmly. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance!" With that she once
again threw Catherine over her shoulder, and began spinning her mercilessly.
"OK, OK! I'll do it!!" Catherine screamed. Anna laughed and put her down. "I'm
all yours sweetheart!" she said, striking a seductive pose. Catherine,
struggling through her drunkenness, and now dizziness, approached Anna. She
slowly got one arm around Anna's torso and the other underneath her thighs,
and lifted. She could not pick her up. Anna was a pretty big girl, solid
muscle, and Catherine, especially in her drunkenness, just didn't have what it
took to get her up. Anna laughed as Catherine struggled, barely able to get
Anna's feet off the ground, let alone pick her up in a cradle. She just wasn't
strong enough. "Poor little girl!" Anna said, mock sympathetically. "Look how
easy it is!" With that, she scooped Catherine up in her arms, and Catherine
threw her head back and moaned. Anna carried her around the huge bedroom as if
she were a feather, laughing softly all the while, while Catherine continued
to moan, rather pathetically. She had practically given up resisting, and now
simply hung limply in Anna's arms as the other woman had her way with her.
Anna again tossed her onto the bed, and Catherine bounced up and down on her
butt like a little kid as she landed on the mattress. Anna grabbed both her
ankles, and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Catherine had no idea what was
going on, and voiced her protest, though she did nothing. Anna then knelt down
with her back to the bed and hooked Catherine's legs around her shoulders.
With Catherine's legs firmly hooked over her shoulders, she rose from her
kneeling position, picking Catherine up along with her. Catherine hung upside
down in this position, her long dark hair just barely touching the floor, and
she continued to moan helplessly at this utter man-handling, or in this case,
woman handling. To make matters worse, Anna then started spinning her around,
the centrifugal force causing Catherine's body to extend almost straight out
from Anna's shoulders as she spun. This was more than Catherine could take.
"OK, OK! I'm SORRY!! I'm sorry I was hitting on your boyfriend!!" Anna smiled
to herself and flipped Catherine forward, causing her to land face down on the
bed. She carefully turned Catherine over to take a look at her. "Uhhhhh." was
all Catherine said, and then promptly passed out. "Hmph." Anna snorted to
herself. She decided she'd just do one more thing, just to embarrass Catherine
in front of her friends a little. She picked the unconcious woman up off the
bed. She walked down the elegant spiral staircase with the actress draped
helplessly in her arms. When she got into view of everyone in the party, they
all went silent. "Our hostess has had a little too much to drink." Anna
announced. "It appears as though she got a little.carried away." A couple of
laughs went up in the crowd. "Well.I'm just going to carry her to bed. I'm
sure she wouldn't mind if we continued to-PARTY ON!" A cheer from the crowd.
Anna turned and carried the sleeping Catherine up the stairs and back to the
bedroom. She felt relatively certain that she had gotten her point across to
the "other woman". As for her boyfriend, Julio Iglesias, he kind of knew what
had happened. but at this point, he couldn't get the image of Catherine
Zeta-Jones being carried in the arms of his girlfriend out of his mind for
some reason. Join the club, Julio.