Sitting in the private booth alone for the moment, Raquel sipped her glass of wine nervously, absently tracing the rim of the glass with one finger while she waited for the blonde. The beautiful actress had dressed for the meeting in a tight black minidress, with matching stockings and high heels. Her firm, ripe cleavage was displayed prominently by the plunging neckline of her dress; she knew that in a few minutes she would be sitting across from a chest that was as firm and beautiful as her own, as well as a powerful, feminine body that represented a challenge to her own impressive body. She took another sip of her drink to calm herself.

The little curtain that closed off the booth suddenly opened, and Ursula slipped in, seating herself across from the brunette. The gorgeous blonde actress was dressed in an almost matching white minidress, complete with stockings and pumps. The women stared steadily across at each other for a full minute, neither actress desiring to break the silence yet, each woman openly studying her rival in the dim lighting of the restaurant.

The two women had met at a Hollywood party a few nights ago. Raquel had taken an immediate dislike to the blonde, although she could not explain why. Perhaps it was merely jealousy directed at a beautiful Hollywood rival, an instinctive territorial rivalry, but she thought it was something more.

The blonde had a body that few of the other actresses in Hollywood could match: athletic, smoothly muscled, but still extremely feminine. As she studied the blonde actress intently from across the room, the brunette thought to herself that her body was every bit as strong as Ursula's, however, perhaps even a little more powerful. Suddenly, Ursula turned her head toward Raquel and found the brunette eyes upon her. An interested look came over the blonde's face then, and before long, the women were standing face to face among the crowd.

"Hello, Raquel," Ursula said. Her voice was pleasant, but there seemed to be an edge to it, more appropriate to a challenge than a greeting.

"Oh, hello," Raquel said, still a little flustered that the blonde had caught her staring. "You've heard of me?" she asked, smiling slightly.

The blonde laughed shortly. "Oh yes. Have you heard of me?"

"I've seen your movies."

"I've seen yours, too." The blonde seemed to be considering something. "I especially liked One Million Years BC," she said finally. "I have to say, it showed off your best qualities admirably," she said. This time, Raquel was certain she caught the snide edge in Ursula's voice, and she colored slightly at the blonde's reference to the wordless film and the skimpy costume the brunette had worn throughout it.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Raquel retorted. "But I don't seem to remember you winning any Oscars for your acting ability, either, Ursula." She took a step toward her rival, and Ursula immediately responded, pressing forward until the women were chest to chest. Raquel had to struggle to stay still as she felt the front of Ursula's sequined dress brush up against her chest, and sensed the hardness lying just underneath.

The blonde nodded at her coolly. "You're right, of course. It would seem that our best qualities are much the same." Ursula's eyes sparkled dangerously. "I wonder, though, which one of us would get the better of it if these qualities were matched up against each other."

Raquel felt herself growing uncomfortably hot as she listened to Ursula's implied challenge. "We could find out," she said slowly, considering the blonde's well-muscled arms and long, athletic legs just barely covered by the short dress she wore.

Ursula nodded. "What do you suggest?"

"Why don't we get together this weekend and talk about it. I know a place . . ."

And now the two women sat across from each other in the private booth. Raquel was slightly surprised to see the intensity and hatred that was present in Ursula's face, but she knew that her own expression was equally fearsome at this moment. The booth was very intimate, even cramped, which allowed the brunette to slip down slightly in her leather seat and press the inside of her thigh against her rival's. Raquel shuddered slightly at the feel of her rival's smoothly muscled thigh against her own, and then she felt Ursula's strong calf encircle one of her legs, pulling the two rivals' lower bodies into intimate contact.

It was too awkward to do any real leg fighting inside the booth; each woman merely wished to familiarize herself with the strength inside the other's beautiful body. Presently, they disentangled their legs and sat up facing one another.

"Tonight." Raquel said without preamble. "My place."

"Agreed," Ursula said immediately.

Raquel opened her door at 8 p.m. that night, slightly nervous, but feeling as determined as she'd ever been in her life. She would meet her blonde rival's body with her own and defeat Ursula with her strength and spirit.

Ursula was wearing the same outfit she had worn earlier today, only she seemed to have put on some extra perfume. Raquel led the way into the living room where she had arranged the furniture in a large circle, creating an arena for the two women tonight.

"So," Ursula said. "How is this going to go?"

"I can match you in any contest, Ursula," Raquel said evenly. "The only rule tonight is that whichever woman walks out of that circle on her own two feet is the stronger woman."

The blonde nodded. She walked to the center of the cleared circle of carpet and wordlessly extended her bare arms toward her rival. Raquel approached her on her black heels, leg muscles flexing gracefully as she met Ursula in the center of the ring. Slowly, the women brought their hands together, interlacing their fingers and raising their arms until they were on either side of their beautiful faces.

Gradually, Raquel tightened her fingers around her rival's and she felt Ursula doing the same. In a matter moments, the grip was almost too painful to bear. The brunette actress clenched her teeth, however, and began to push against Ursula's muscled arms, straining to drive her rival to her knees. Grunting, the women pushed back and forth painfully, nearly motionless in their contest of strength. Balanced on their high heels, long legs taut with tension and effort, the rivals stared across at one another in hatred that grew more intense with each passing moment, and with each bead of sweat that formed on their beautiful faces.

Raquel could see Ursula's impressive cleavage heaving with effort as the blonde took in air, and she didn't need to look down at her own chest to know that she was doing the same. Tears of pain and determination began to find their way down the brunette's face as she struggled against her blonde rival. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes the brunette actress held her ground against her rival. But even as she groaned in Ursula's powerful grip, Raquel felt a surge of primitive desire for the powerful, gorgeous blonde creature struggling against her roar through her voluptuous body that was more intense than anything she had ever felt before in her life. Sobbing, the brunette slowly began to sink to her knees; she almost cried with relief when she saw Ursula descending with her, the two women's knees touching the carpet at almost the same time.

Raquel laid back across from Ursula on her elbows weakly, her legs lightly tangled with the blonde's. Finally, she managed to kick off her high heels, and rise to her stockinged feet. Ursula rose to meet the brunette's challenge, grimacing slightly as she straightened.

The women exchanged a look of utter hatred once again, but this time there was also naked desire in their eyes. The rivals came together suddenly in a fierce kiss, their red lips fastening hungrily on each other's lipsticked mouths. Rock hard nipples challenged each other through stretched fabric as the women tasted each other with their mouths. Raquel felt her rival's teeth tear into her lower lip and she grimaced as Ursula tore the skin, but she responded in kind, biting into Ursula's full lips with her own teeth. The kiss lasted a full five minutes, and when the women finally separated, they were breathless and gasping.

After she had recovered, Raquel looked challengingly at her rival through her sweat soaked hair to find Ursula meeting her gaze steadily.

"Are you ready to give in, yet?" Ursula said.

Raquel shook her head. "You know better than that."

Ursula nodded. "One last challenge, then."

Raquel spread her arms invitingly, her cleavage thrust out in a provocative pose of challenge.

"A bearhug?" the blonde asked.

"Woman to woman," Raquel said. "My body against yours. To the finish."

The blonde didn't hesitate. "To the finish," Ursula agreed.

The women slipped into each other's arms carefully. Raquel braced her powerful thighs against her rival's legs as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's torso. The two rivals rested their foreheads against each other, locking their hate filled eyes in a final showdown as they began to hug together, crushing their hard cleavage together painfully. The smell of sweet perfume mixed with sweat to form an intoxicating fragrance as each woman fought to press the breath out of her rival with her strength.

Raquel's arms flexed with effort, mashing Ursula's beautiful body closer and closer to her own, until the women were almost one indistinguishable mass of feminine muscle. She could feel her blonde rival's breath coming in fitful gasps now on her face, but she knew she couldn't last for very much longer either. The rivals sobbed softly in each other's grip as the bearhug went on torturously. And then, just when she thought she could not bear any more pain, Ursula's body went limp in Raquel's arms.

Wonderingly, the brunette slowly released her grip, gently disengaging the blonde's arms from around her back. She looked down at her rival, relieved to find that Ursula was still drawing breath and only unconscious. Raquel shook her head slightly as she began to truly absorb the fierce combat she had just engaged in with the blonde beneath her, filled with such violence and desire. She crawled over to her rival's body and gently straddled Ursula's powerful, unconcious form with her muscled thighs weakly, just as the blonde was stirring awake, shaking her long blonde mane of hair groggily.

Raquel gasped as she suddenly felt hands gripping her spread thighs and she looked down to see Ursula's brilliant eyes sparkling furiously at her.

The night was still young . . .