Friday night had just progressed into Saturday morning at the jam packed club on Bleecker Street in New York City. Renown as a veritable playground for in town celebrities where the famous and soon to be famous intermingled with everyday club goers, the dance clubs in this area of the city were always cranking at full tilt.

This was the case on this particular early morning as blonde haired Tara Reid and her latest conquest Heath Ledger danced together on the crowded club floor. Although it wasn't uncommon for known celebrities to frequent the club, Tara and Heath had undoubtedly drawn some attention. Tara was a Tasmanian devil on the crowded dance floor, unsympathetic as she shook her ass and jabbed with her elbows, bumping the other club patron's aside. Heath found himself apologizing several times to the irritated victims, offering solace while his apathetic dance partner performed. Tara was clad in a pair of stretch capri pants that rode low on her hips and a crop top shirt which exposed a generous portion of her abdomen. Her bare tummy glistened with perspiration as she danced away.

The 5'5" 120 pound blonde thrived on drawing attention to herself. Her brassy personality was hard to ignore; she had a knack at showing up at club's such as this, and generally had her claws dug into the newest male celebrity sensation. After her break up with MTV's Carson Daly, Tara had gone on a slutty tear, gobbling up every eligible star in sight. Heath just happened to be the next slab on her plate. But he was no fool.......he had played this game before.

They had first bumped into one another at Johnny Depp's 'Viper Room'. Actually it was Tara who had done the bumping, purposefully making an overt play for the up and coming star. Being an available man with a blonde waving her ass in his face, Heath took the bait. That had been a month previous, and by now Heath had pretty much reached his limit of obnoxious blonde attitude.

Jen had just arrived at the club with several friends, looking to blow off some steam and dance into the early hours of the morning. The 5'6" 126 pound long haired brunette college girl had come dressed for action, regardless of whatever action was on the slate. Her toned legs were seductively showcased by the short, slinky knit black chemise dress she wore. Falling at mid-thigh, the dress allowed for freedom of movement while at the same time drawing everyone's lust filled eyes to her impressive gams. Topped with spaghetti straps and an open back, the brunette had obviously chosen her attire with the premise of turning some heads.

Jen's body began to sway with the music pumping from the sound system as she gazed down upon the dance floor. All of a sudden she froze as an astonished expression covered her face.

"I don't fucking believe it........." she murmured to herself. "This must be destiny."

The object of the dark maned girl's attention was the contemptuous blonde actress flinging herself all over the dance floor. Jen absolutely despised Tara Reid. Every time she saw the bitch on screen or in print, she wanted to scratch the fucking eyes out of the blonde's skull. She couldn't believe the brash bitch was in her sights, here tonight in the flesh. It was a dream come true.

"I thought I got a whiff of shit when I came through the door." she growled as her eyes burned into the oblivious blonde.

Jen grabbed her friend Brandi and immediately yarded her toward the dance floor. "Dance with me." she said forcefully as Brandi looked at her in surprise.

"In a little bit, Jen. I want to--"

Her reply fell on deaf ears as Jen continued to escort her toward the object of her malice. "It has to be now!" she urged.

They made their way to the crowded dance floor and Jen instantly began to work her way through the masses toward Tara and Heath. Once the brunette predator was in reach of the actress, she executed an exaggerated spin and jabbed her elbow into Tara's ribs.

"Watch it, bitch!" groaned the blonde loudly as the two women locked stares.

Tara scowled and proceeded to dance again as Jen did the same. The dark haired girl continued eyeing the blonde with an evil look. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she seized the opportunity she had been longing for. Sidling up to Tara, she threw a forceful hip check into the blonde, sending the girl stumbling several steps and directly into Heath. The actor gave Jen a subtle yet obvious grin as his dance partner erupted.

"What the hell?!" snarled Tara as she spun around to face Jen. "Do you know who the fuck I am?!"

"Unfortunately I do." answered Jen above the music. "You're the biggest BITCH on the planet. Do you know who I am?!"

Tara's eyes flickered with ire. Her hand jutted toward the brunette with her middle finger standing straight. "You're a fucking NOBODY. Stay outta my way, NOBODY!"

"Relax Tara!" barked Heath, tossing Jen a wink.

The angered blonde growled and suddenly spun on her heel, throwing out her ass and bumping Jen with it. The unfazed brunette abruptly responded with another hip check that wobbled the actress. As Tara wrenched around, Jen was already addressing her speechless friend.

"Thanks for the dance........I'll catch up to you in a little while, Brandi."

The brunette sliced her way through the crowd and headed for the rest room. She paused briefly to turn and glare at the watchful Tara before resuming her path to the rest room. Tara was livid. She grabbed Heath by the wrist and pursued Jen, hauling him along behind her.

"Tara, what the fuck are you doing?!" he demanded. "Forget about it!"

The blonde paused at the ladies room door. "That bitch has no idea who she just fucked with!" she snarled. "She's gonna pay! Don't let anyone else in here.......this won't take me long."

"I can't keep women from using the rest room!" objected Heath.

"Don't be an idiot!" retorted Tara. "You're Heath Ledger! Just flash your fuckin' pearly whites and flirt with them and they'll be lined up to eat out of your.......hand! No matter what you hear, DO NOT open this door for any reason."

Jen heard the blonde bitch crowing her orders outside the rest room door. She stretched her back and waited patiently for her prey to make her appearance. There were two other women inside with her, but it appeared they were ready to leave. One of the women looked like death warmed over. Jen assumed she had probably had a few drinks too many, but when her friend began to scold her she learned the real reason for the skinny woman's haggard appearance.

"This is serious, Lindsay, I want you to get help." said the woman firmly. "This condition can be fatal for God's sake! A chance at becoming a model isn't worth that!"

"The food just didn't agree with me, that's all." lied Lindsay. "That and........well, you know what else I'm dealing with right now. That always knocks me for a loop."

"Don't lie to me, dammit!" snapped her friend. "I know you Lindsay.......it's not that the food didn't agree with you.........you need help, hun, and we're going to get it."

Suddenly the door flung open and in strode Tara. She glared at the two women nastily. "Out!" she growled.

They gave her an insulted look and left in a huff. The door slowly closed and Tara stood there with her hands placed firmly on her bare hips. Jen was standing eight feet away, in front of the vanity and returning the blonde's malicious glare.

"You must know who I am." hissed Tara. "If you truly don't, then you're the biggest dumb ass I've ever met."

"Didn't you hear me the first time..........BITCH?!" snapped Jen. "Is your swelled head hindering your hearing?!"

Tara's face went scarlet with anger as she slowly moved toward the brunette. "You fucking NOBODY, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"Shut your fat fucking mouth and bring it, slut!" snarled Jen.

Tara bellowed with a maniacal cry and charged into Jen, their bodies slamming together and their feet scuffling across the tile floor. Both women sunk their hands into each others mane and began a wild, screaming hair yanking session as they fought for supremacy. Tara struck first with a knee smash to Jen's thigh, eliciting a grunt from the feisty brunette.

Jen's fingernails raked her rival's scalp as her fingers burrowed into Tara's hair. She used superior leverage to spin the blonde around and promptly drove her back against the wall. Tara groaned as she collided with the unforgiving wall, but she quickly responded with another knee jab to her foe's thigh. Both women simultaneously launched a barrage of knee strikes to each others bodies, nailing anything they could hit as they continued to engage in the inspired hair yanking session.

Jen groaned as she took a knee to the crotch, and repaid her squealing rival with a groin strike of her own. She firmly cracked the back of Tara's head against the wall and momentarily stunned the blonde. As Tara's grip on Jen's hair loosened, the brunette let go of the blonde's mane and belted her with a stinging face slap. Tara yelped as she shuddered from the blow, but came back with a slap of her own that tagged Jen's cheek.

Spiteful rage consumed both women and they bravely traded forehand and backhand slaps, shrieking as each blow landed. Jen staggered Tara with another powerful stroke, and with the blonde off balance she capped it off with a vicious rake of her nails across Tara's cheek. Tara squealed out in anguish as her cheek was pinstriped with several red furrows.

"You fucking cunt!" she screamed as she fired a quick punch at the brunette.

Jen snapped her head to the side just before Tara's fist arrived, catching only a grazing blow on her jawbone. As Tara reloaded with another punch, Jen made her pay with a breath swiping blow to her exposed belly. The blonde lurched forward as her cheeks puffed out and a wheezing groan escaped her lips. With relentless fury Jen maintained her attack, ramming her knee into her rival's gut and dropping her to her knees on the floor. Tara coughed and gasped, desperate for air as the dark haired woman knotted her fingers in her hair and forced her to look up at her.

"Say goodnight, bit..UUNNNNGGHHHHHH!"

Jen's words were interrupted by a sharp, stabbing pain in her pussy. Tara had managed to thrust her hand between the brunette's strong thighs, under her tiny dress. Her fingers grasped Jen's dampened black microfiber thong at the crotch and instantly began mauling her womanhood.

The nasty blonde grabbed Jen's cascading mane with her free hand and pulled the agonized woman to her knees as she continued to ravage her pussy. Jen's ire spiked in intensity and she clawed at Tara's arm savagely trying to break the blonde's brutal crotch claw. An elbow strike to the top of Tara's head stunned her and allowed Jen to yank the girl's hand away from her traumatized snatch.

The dark haired woman exploded offensively as she hammered a short punch into the side of Tara's face, knocking a sharp groan out of her. She grabbed the back of the dazed girl's crop top shirt and roughly yanked the garment up over her head, blinding her. Tara's arms flailed wildly as she blindly attempted to land blows, shrieking from beneath her top. Jen tightly wrapped the shirt around the blonde's head and held her with one hand as her other hand raked Tara's naked breasts savagely.

"OWWWW!!! YOU BITCH!!!" squealed the blonde as her tepid blows bounced off Jen's shoulders.

Directly outside the door, the crowd Tara had earlier alluded to had in fact gathered. Heath had his hands full with a bevy of club babes, whose primary reason for heading to the rest room had escaped them at the moment. He could faintly hear the sounds of the ensuing battle over the music, and he just shook his head as a tall redhead pulled up her miniskirt to expose her ass. She handed him a pen and seductively asked for his autograph. Standing guard wasn't so bad after all!

Tara was furiously struggling with her head shrouded by her tiny top as Jen hauled her to her feet. The brunette cocked her fist to deliver a knockout blow when Tara suddenly lunged forward with her head down. She struck Jen in the belly with her shoulder and her arms encircled the startled woman as she continued to drive forward. Jen was forced stumbling backward as Tara's knees pumped up and down, sending Jen crashing into the multi-sink vanity with a painful groan. The dark haired girl's head smacked against the mirror on the wall behind her, momentarily stunning her as body lay in an awkward position atop the vanity with her ass wedged into one of the basins.

The rejuvenated blonde jumped onto the vanity and straddled the brunette on her knees. She swiftly removed the shirt that was tangled around her head and then immediately grabbed Jen's hair. With a crazed stare, she proceeded to ram the back of Jen's head against the wall mirror, drawing an anguished cry from the brunette.

Jen was battered by the blonde's sudden resurgence, but years of mouth watering fantasies of getting the chance to demolish the slutty blonde fueled her fighting spirit. Tara's fingers clawed at the thin shoulder straps of Jen's dress, whisking them off her shoulders and quickly yanking the garment down enough to expose Jen's bare breasts. Her talons dug into the sensitive mounds of flesh and clawed them savagely. Jen howled in pain but fiercely battled back as she grabbed the blonde's breasts and returned the favor.

"I'm gonna rip these tits off and stuff 'em down your throat you bitch!" growled Tara as she grimaced at the pain Jen was directing to her tits.

Jen snarled as she released one of her opponent's boobs and ripped a stabbing punch into the blonde's gut. Tara's body tremored from the sharp blow and she groaned in agony. Jen's hands slid up under the blonde's arms and gripped her tightly. With a powerful thrust, she sent Tara's head smashing into the mirror with a resounding CRACK! A second head ram into the mirror left the blonde in a daze as her hands weakly slipped from Jen's tits.

"Do you know who I am?!" mocked Jen nastily and then she ripped another belly shot into her foe. Three consecutive gut punches went unanswered as Tara's body slumped onto Jen and she clutched her belly as she wheezed for air. "You're mine, BITCH!" hissed the dark maned wildcat.

She growled as she clamped her hand over the blonde's face and sat up, unceremoniously shoving the battered blonde to the floor. Tara bounced on her ass once, grunting heavily before she toppled onto her back and smacked the back of her against the floor. She lay there unmoving as a soft groan seeped from her lips.

Jen dropped to the floor and quickly slipped her dress back up to protect her aching breasts from any further damage. She swiftly unfastened Tara's pants and wriggled them off the moaning girl, leaving her reduced to her white silk thong panty. With a devilish smirk the brunette grabbed the thong and roughly yanked it off the blonde, this time receiving a frustrated yet harmless kick from Tara.

"Cunt!" whined the blonde as she flopped onto her belly and attempted to crawl away on her hands and knees as she sobbed.

Jen pursued her pitiful opponent and suddenly snared Tara with the sweaty thong over the girl's head until it encircled her throat. She twisted her wrist and tightened the panty noose, choking the blonde as she yanked her into a kneeling position while standing behind her. Tara's fingers frantically plucked at her thong, trying to escape from the lethal choke hold. Her gasps for breath immediately migrated to cries of anguish as Jen used her free hand to rake her fingernails down the blonde's bare back. Tara screamed out as Jen wickedly carved crimson grooves into the girl's back.

Jen cinched on the pressure to Tara's throat and snapped a kick into the girl's ass. "I could kill you, slut.......do you know that?!" she snarled with a sharp tug on the thong.

Tara's face was turning blue as the chokehold threatened to extinguish her. Her hands desperately clawed at the air behind her, trying to find her foe. She gurgled as Jen hauled her to her feet and spun her around as she forced her against the wall. Jen released her hold on Tara's thong and moved her hand to a position between the blonde's scratched and aching tits. Tara coughed and sucked in air as the brunette held her pinned against the wall.

"My name is Jen............Say my name, bitch!" growled the brunette.

"Fuck you!" spat the embarrassed Tara.

SMACK! Jen buffeted the blonde's face with a powerful slap and then caught her again with a follow up backhand. Tara chirped in pain as her head snapped back and forth with the blows.

"Say it, bitch!" ordered the brunette.

"Never!" whined Tara stubbornly. She sniffled as her puffy eyes glared at Jen.

"OOOOFFF!!!" groaned the outclassed blonde as Jen hammered her belly.

The dark haired woman grabbed two handfuls of stringy blonde hair and promptly whipped her beaten foe across the floor. Tara went careening forward, stumbling across the floor and head first into one of the toilet stall doors. With a crash the door flung inward and the yelping blonde piled up in front of the toilet face down and stunned.

Jen strolled over to her just as Tara laboriously got her knees under her body in an attempt to rise. The brutal brunette glanced at the tempting target Tara's ass provided and snapped a kick into it sending the wailing girl down again.

"Is something going on in there?!" asked a cute little brunette as she had Heath sign the chest of her tank top with a felt tipped pen. She had heard the crash of the stall door when Tara had struck it.

"No worries." replied Heath with a wink. "I was told it wouldn't take long. For some reason I think those words are being eaten."

Jen crowded into the stall and reached down to haul her whimpering foe to her knees. She forced Tara's head toward the opening of the porcelain bowl and held the squirming blonde's face above the water.

"Oh this is classic." said Jen with an evil grin as she glanced into the toilet. A wad of soggy crimson tainted toilet paper with an unmistakable string hanging out from the end was sitting atop a vile bowl full of vomit. It was disgustingly obvious to Jen that poor Lindsay was seriously lacking in toilet etiquette. Lindsay's meal apparently didn't stay with her long enough to even begin to digest. What was probably a delicious looking chicken and vegetables on angel hair pasta at the restaurant kind of lost it's charm piled up in a toilet bowl. The carrots and broccoli were still discernable, as well as the undigested pasta. It was gruesome to say the least. Lindsay definitely needed to seek help -- she had hurled her meal, changed her rag, and neglected to flush her hideous mess. To top things off, the quick cigarette she had half-smoked after making her mess had been plopped onto the the top of the vile heap as well.

"Say my name." Jen commanded with confidence.

"CUNT!" shrieked the incensed blonde, her feet kicking against the floor as she tremored in Jen's grasp.

Jen snarled as she plunged the stubborn girl head first into the putrid mess in the toilet. She firmly held Tara's head submerged as the blonde's body writhed furiously and the sickening mixture in the bowl bubbled with her gurgled protests. After a brief dunking Jen yanked the soaked and sputtering girl out of the water.

"SAY IT!" snarled the brunette cruelly.

Tara was gagging with a look of utter revulsion plastered across her face, along with some of the goodies from the bowl. "You fuckin' bitch, I'm gonna--"

KAPLOOSH! Tara's face was driven into the sludge again as her arms and legs flailed helplessly. Jen held the bitch submerged for a longer period this time, and by the time she pulled Tara's head out of the bowl the blonde was gagging and coughing uncontrollably as putrid toilet water spewed from her mouth. Remnants of the used toilet tissue and a few strands of pasta clung to her lips and hung down to her chin and she nearly heaved as the taste of the disgusting fluids she had swallowed lingered in her mouth.

Jen held the sopping blonde with a hand gripped around her throat and then grabbed one of Tara's erect nipples with the fingers of her other hand. She pinched the girl's nipple cruelly as Tara's gurgled and cried.

"You're out of chances, bitch!" hissed the brunette. "What's my name?!"

"JEN!" yelped the sobbing blonde. "It's Jen! Fucking let go of me!"

The dark haired woman grabbed Tara by her ankles and abruptly dragged her out of the stall with the blonde's already battered breasts absorbing further abuse as they scraped across the floor. Jen flopped her foe onto her back and plopped onto her belly, pinning her.

"HEATH! HEL--"

Jen cut off the blonde's cry for assistance with a slicing punch to the chin that left Tara in a fog. Outside the door, Heath smiled as he attended to his adoring throng of lovelies. He knew Tara was getting her ass kicked.

Jen cupped Tara's chin with her hand and gripped it tightly as she forced the glassy eyed girl to gaze up at her. She scowled as she used her finger to push the saturated tissue remnant and a mushy glob of sliced carrot into Tara's mouth. With her other hand she plucked at Tara's pubes, receiving only a feeble response.

"You have no idea how badly I have longed for this chance." said Jen. "I knew I could take you, you pathetic pussy!"

"Please......." murmured the overmatched blonde, with the tissue plastered across her tongue. "You win........get off me."

"Repeat after me......I, Tara Reid, am a no good rotten miserable bitch." ordered the brunette.

Tara's eyes began to roll into the back of her head as her body succumbed to the brutal beating it had absorbed. Jen smacked her face sharply. "Don't you go out on me yet, bitch! Say it!" hissed Jen.

"Please, Jen.." whimpered the humiliated blonde.

"I own you, slut. Say it!" said the dominating brunette.

"I, Tara Reid, am.....a...miserable bitch!" whined the blonde.

Jen tugged on the nipple fastened between her fingers, eliciting an anguished mewl from her foe. "You didn't listen, skank. A NO GOOD ROTTEN miserable bitch."

"I, Tara Reid, am a.......no good...rotten......miserable bitch!" sobbed Tara.

"Well you're not tough at all, are you cupcake?!" teased Jen.

She quickly spun herself around on her knees into a reverse face straddle position. She turned to look down at the blonde. Lifting her dress up to expose her ass cheeks, she grabbed Tara's disheveled, ratty mane and pulled her face up to her ass.

"No more!" whined Tara as her body shook with sobs.

"Pucker up, candy ass!" snarled Jen as she stared at her pitiful enemy.

Tears mingled with the toilet water residue on Tara's face as she sniffled and pressed her lips against Jen's sweat glistened ass flesh and delivered a kiss to her conqueror. Jen smiled with intense satisfaction and then let go of her rival who dropped back to the floor and whimpered pitifully.

"I think I've listened to all the baby girl whining I can stand for one night." said the brunette as she rose to her feet. "Let's go, slut."

Tara blubbered as she was grabbed by her dripping thong that remained noosed around her neck and forced to crawl back to the toilet stall. Jen hoisted her to her feet and shoved her against the metal partition wall. The drenched, naked and completely humbled blonde offered no resistance as she wavered on wobbly knees with her arms dangling at her hips. Her lips quivered as she whined while looking at Jen with a pleading expression.

UUUNNGGGHHHHH!!!" groaned Tara and she pitched forward against her foe after Jen buried her fist into her tormented belly. She coughed and wheezed, struggling for breath as Jen shoved her against the toilet. Tara's ass smacked against the toilet seat and she slumped back in a flaccid heap with her head resting against the wall and her legs spread wide. Her body twitched with each gasp she made, and her eyelids were squeezed shut as she reeled from the intense pain wracking her.

Jen's bare foot was wet from the toilet water all over the floor of the stall, and she scowled as she wiggled her toes. "I'm gonna have to clean up after this." she bemoaned.

She put her hands out and pressed them against the stall partitions, steadying herself. Then she lifted her soggy foot and squashed it into Tara's face, covering her mouth and crushing her nose. The blonde's weak struggling was short lived as Jen applied the foot smother, and within a half minute Tara's body quivered subtly before going limp. She was out cold.

Jen dropped her foot to the floor and shuddered with the thrill of victory......the thrill of totally demolishing the blonde bitch. She stepped out of the stall and retrieved Tara's pants and top and then returned to the unconscious blonde. With a devilish snicker she stuffed the garments between Tara's legs and into the dirty toilet water.

"Fuck you, NOBODY!" she growled as she flipped the destroyed blonde a middle finger salute.

Jen walked over to the vanity and released a satisfied sigh. She grimaced as she slipped her dress straps off her shoulders to examine her scratched breasts in the mirror. It had been a meager price to pay. After a few moments at the sink, Jen was cleaned up enough to head back out to the club. She eased the door open and Heath immediately turned to face her with a startled look. He peered around her and looked in at Tara, visible through the open stall door.

"Tara!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "Look at you, tough girl!" He gazed at Jen and smiled. "She's needed a good ass kicking for a looooong time!"

"I was happy to oblige, believe me!" answered Jen.

Jen's friend Brandi was amongst the onlookers, and she laughed wickedly as she stared at Tara.

"That's my grrl!" she praised as she gave Jen a hug.

"Who's got a camera?!" asked Heath to the group of exasperated women peering in at Tara.

One of them retrieved a digital camera from her hand bag and gave it to him. He stepped into the bathroom and snapped several shots of the demolished blonde as he shook with laughter. "How much did you pay for this?" he asked the owner of the camera.

"About 300." she answered.

He fished into his pocket and peeled five one hundred dollar bills from his roll. Giving the girl a kiss on her cheek, he handed her the money and winked. "Now you can buy a nicer one."

Turning his attention back to Jen, he hooked her arm with his and asked "How about a victory dance..........I'm sorry, I don't know your name, beautiful."

"Jen......" she answered with a coy grin. "It's Jen. And I'd love to, thanks."

The crowd of women excitedly stepped into the bathroom to stare in shock at the beaten and humiliated Tara as Heath and Jen made their way to the dance floor. As they snaked through the crowd with Heath holding Jen's hand, he abruptly halted and leaned down to put his lips beside her cascading dark mane next to her ear.

"It's getting late............I would be honored if you would accompany me to my suite." he said with a gentle squeeze of her hand.

Jen looked up at him and smiled.

"While you were on the dance floor earlier, I have to admit I undressed you with my eyes and I liked what I saw. I would love to jump into the shower with you and wash the stink of that blonde bitch off your delicious curves." he said.

He pulled his head back slightly and gazed into her eyes. "Am I being too forward, Jen?!"

The brunette grinned kittenishly and slipped her fingers into the front waist of his pants. She held them tight and moved him toward the exit. "Let's get out of here." she purred.

An hour later, a battered and disheveled Tara shuffled down a NYC street clad in her reeking, damp clothes. She had spent a long time in the ladies room after finally coming to, trying to dry her soiled clothing under the hand dryer to no avail.

"HEATH!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" she wailed. "BASTARD!!!"

At that same moment, across town in a luxurious hotel suite, Jen pressed her back against the steamy shower wall as her legs wrapped themselves around Heath's waist. The hot water rain down on them from the shower head as their tongues eagerly explored one anothers mouth in a lust crazed kiss. Jen's breath caught in her throat for an instant and then she moaned as she felt his throbbing cock part her swollen pussy lips and slowly plunge inside her.

"DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" screamed Tara as she stumbled down the street with tears flowing from her puffy, bloodshot eyes.