Note: Please be aware that this is a very violent story, more so than most of my stories , and as such not for the squeamish. He two celebs are from the UK and this is only a fantasy.
‘Twas a cold winters night in London’s West End. The assorted celebrities were there (there, being an old fashioned English pub, decorated as if it was a place for the plebs to visit but in truth the prices told you all you needed to know as to the type of people that were expected to drink there) to celebrate the opening of yet another musical, but in truth they seemed all to be there for other, more altruistic reasons. There, in one corner of the trendy, olde world style public house was young Keira Knightly, giggling with a Hollywood director, flashing what cleavage she had and not yet aware that the top of her right nipple was showing and would still be showing when she ventured outside to her waiting cab and the papparazzi. And there in another corner dumb bimbo singer Rachel Stevens laughs and makes out that she understands words of more than one syllable while trying to seduce a music director to make her next video. Ulrika Jonnson, the aging Swede is here too, trying to pick up anything in trousers younger than herself (which to be fair is most of the men and women at the party). All is right in the world, everyone is happy and enjoying themselves.
Well, not quite everybody….
The star of the newly opened musical was one Denise Van Outen, from TV presenter to acting and now to leading lady in a Musical it had been quite a rise to stardom for the blonde from Essex. Yes, she was brassy and acting tough and sexy but she was proud (fiercely so) of her accomplishments, from the gutter to this - celebrity parties in her honour. So why was she unhappy? Well jealousy is a dangerous thing and one of her guests had had a bit of success herself recently. Martine McCutchen, former soap star and singer herself and a good London girl from a similar poor upbringing had just that afternoon been announced as getting a huge part in a forthcoming Hollywood blockbuster film and not only was she all over the front pages of the papers but she was the talk of the party. Problem was it was Denise’s part and she had a deep rooted hatred for Martine for some years now.
Denise couldn’t say why she hated the dark haired Martine so much. Really, they should have been friends, they were both bad girls made good, they had both shrugged off their backgrounds to make a success of their careers, both had used their bodies and men to help their career. They should have been best of friends, but they weren’t. Denise hated Martine with a passion, she just came across as such a smug bitch and the two had crossed swords many times before, at parties, in interviews, chat shows, you name it and every time Denise had ended up wanting to throttle the bitch. But Martine held Denise in pretty much the same regard. She viewed Denise as trashy and hated it when she read anything in the papers praising her, she was also deeply envious of Denise’s slim, attractive body. Although Martine was pretty herself she was always battling her weight and envied the blonde her sexy body.
When the news of Martine’s success in getting the part ( that cock sucking worked then!) she was delirious, even more so when she knew that she was attending the opening of that slut, Denise Van Outen’s new West End show. This was the perfect opportunity to put the blonde in her rightful place and show her how much more talented she was. Martine was totally successful in her plan - all the attention was on her and people seemed to forget about the blonde bimbo. She couldn’t have been happier looking over at Denise and seeing her answering one hacks question while she was circled by a huge group of journalists and celebs. Martine wore the biggest smile, Denise the sulkiest pout, in fact, the only things the two women had in common that night ere that they were both drinking champagne like it was going out of fashion and they were both clad in the skimpiest outfits imaginable.
Even here, the two women had chosen very similar outfits. Both were low cut, high hemmed little black dresses. Denise’s was tied behind her neck and showed off most of the bare skin on her back and set off her bright blonde hair perfectly. Her boobs looked, and were pert and pushed up to their maximum and her black, seamed stockings contained her long, luscious legs on high heeled black shoes. Martine’s outfit was exactly the same, only the back of her dress was covered and her plump boobs jutted out all the further with no help from her outfit. Martine also wore a sparkling necklace that put Denise’s jewellery totally in the shade.
Martine seemed to be the only one aware of Denise glowering at her repeatedly as the night wore on and the drink was downed. She wasn’t bothered, she just flashed a smug grin across the room at the blonde and ordered another bottle. Finally, about two in the morning the taxis and limos started arriving outside and the guests gave their best wishes to Denise and left. They all seemed to disappear so quickly, no doubt eager to be pictured with the right people. Denise saw Martine wave goodbye to the girls she was with and head for the bathrooms and decided to confront her. As the remnants of the party disappeared, the bar staff tidied up and left as quickly as they could, locking the doors. They place was closed all day the next day to allow clean up and they would do it then.
*
Martine stood in front of the large mirror in the toilets re-doing her lipstick when Denise pushed open the door and came in, as Martine had known she would. She smirked at her reflection and the sour look the blonde flashed back at her. When she spoke it was with as much mock sincerity she could manage in her semi-drunk state.
“Well done Denise on your little bash, you have done well getting this little gig, haven’t you?”
“Cut out the shite bitch1 What the fuck are you so happy about? Just ‘cos you’re such a filthy cock sucking cunt you get a role in a big film, wow wee. Big deal! When they find out how fucking wooden you are you’ll quickly be dropped!”
Denise did not hold back her feelings and with the anger built up over the night and the drink inside her fuelling it she told Martine exactly what she thought of her.
“You’re just a fat, talent less, cunt Martine! Face it you’ll fuck this up like everything else.”
The fat comment stung Martine but she didn’t let it show.
“Such a filthy mouth Denise! I shouldn’t be surprised, after all you are a cheap, trashy, gutters aren’t you?”
It was all Denise could do not to punch her in her smug face but she didn’t, instead she stood aside to let her pass out of the toilets and into the deserted pub. Martine was surprised that everyone had left and a bit annoyed as she would have liked people to hear her parting shot. Still she delivered it anyway with as much venom as she could muster.
“Ironic you chose an old pub on the corner of a London street isn’t it? I mean you are so used to being an old relic working on London street corners aren’t you?”
She felt Denise’s hand on her shoulder spin her around and saw a flash of light as the blonde swung the empty beer bottle she had picked up down and it exploded in a shower of glass off of Martine’s forehead!
Martine was taken quite by surprise and reeled away from the blow, landing with a thump on her ass. She was stunned and her head was swimming, what the hell just happened? Denise was livid, uncontrollable and seeing her rival knocked down she pressed on, ignoring the tiny trickle of blood that was spilling down Martine’s forehead. Denise used Martine’s dark hair to haul her unceremoniously to her feet, held her shoulders and proceeded to deliver five vicious head butts right into Martine’s unprepared face. When Martine finally staggered back her back banged against the long wooden bar and she slumped to her rump again, this time her nose totally smashed and obliterated and bleeding heavily. Denise hauled her up again and glared into Martine’s stunned eyes.
“What’s the matter cunt? Not got anything smart to say now, let’s see how you look in a film when your face is smashed up!”
Martine’s arms were flat on the bar top and she desperately grasped for something to help her get this crazy bitch off her. They found it in the shape of a silver serving plate, as Denise mouthed off she gripped the plate and swung it forward, hoping rather than aiming. She was fortunate, the plate smacked full tilt on Denise’s forehead and she staggered back and had to catch the back of a bar seat to keep herself upright. Denise shook her shock off and lifted up the wooden seat, intent on crashing it down on Martine’s head as she stood there. Through blurring eyes and dreadful pain to her nose Martine saw this and lifted the tray again and this time flung it like a Frisbee, landing lucky again as it zoomed into Denise’s neck and dropped her, choking to the ground.
Martine could have tried to escape there and then but it did not cross her mind, this crazy slut had started it, had messed her pretty face up she was going to fucking pay! As Denise knelt there on the glass strewn floor, her hands to her neck trying to catch her breath Martine picked up another discarded beer bottle, strolled up to the blonde and crashed it down on the top of Denise’s unprotected head. This blow again sent glass flying all over the floor and again busted it’s target up. This time a cut appeared immediately on Denise’s head and seeing it Martine jammed the jagged end again onto her forehead until the cut dug even deeper and Denise bled heavier.
Immediately the blonde knew she was hurt and damaged badly, her head spun and with growing horror she realised her view was being obscured by blood falling down her head and onto her face. She panicked and kicked out wildly with her legs, her shoes catching Martine’s arms and stomach and forcing the brunette back, away from her. Using the table to pull herself up and through a thin veil of her own blood Denise concentrated on Martine. No longer were they rich, sophisticated celebrities, they were transformed back to their early days as survivors on the tough, mean streets. They locked eyes with each other and their put on, posh accents were completely gone.
“You cunt! I’ll kill you!”
“You broke my nose! I’ll fucking break your neck you blonde slut!”
They flew at each other, their hands slapping at each others faces, pulling at their hair, gouging viciously with their long nails and cursing each other as they struggled. Nastily, Martine dug her fingernails into the cut on Denise’s forehead, relishing the blonde’s anguished squeals as the cut was pulled at. Denise had to back up away from Martine’s attack but reflexively when Martine followed her Denise pulled her arm back and launched a punch that landed right on Martine’s busted nose. It landed perfectly and Martine flew back onto one of the small, round wooden tables and rolled off it grabbing for her nose. Denise got up and stamped down on Martine’s gut before dropping to her knees over her and pounding on Martine’s face further.
As she pounded her, Denise’s long, blonde hair fell down across Martine’s it’s tips now coated in Denise’s own blood. By sitting on her foes gut she had forced pressure on Martine’s black dress and her big tits had popped over the edge of it. They were just such a tempting target for Denise. As Martine lay there, Denise hooked her claws into the breast flesh and start tormenting it, twisting it, scratching it and basically unmercilessly mauling it. Martine screamed in agony at this treatment and that only increased when Denise dipped her head, opened her mouth and started to bite on Martine’s tits!
In pain at this Martine again scrambled to either free herself or find something that would aid her but Denise had attached her teeth to the breast with uncommon zeal and indeed, seemed to be intent on trying to bite it off. Martine’s increasingly desperate hand settled on one of the broken bottles and as the blonde chomped down harder on her she lifted the bottle and jammed it again into Denise’s forehead. For a moment Denise did not let go, even as she felt the jagged glass scratch at her forehead, she kept her teeth on the boob. But that could never last, and as Martine began to dig it in deeper and to pull the glass, creating more and more scratches on Denise she howled in pain and released the fat pigs tit from her mouth. But if that was designed to create space for her it failed. Martine desperately kept the glass jammed into Denise’s head and ground it in, grimacing with the effort but gladdened by the blood that increased from the blondes head.
Denise for the moment forgot the war she was in and held her hands up to her head, when they came away they were coated with her own blood but she also got the view of Martine flinging a punch straight on and smacking into her face. Drops of blood flew off her head and she tumbled backwards, only the edge of the pool table behind her keeping her upright. Seeing her blonde rival in such dire straits spurred Martine on and she felt that she could finish this quickly from here - finish it and humiliate Denise even more. To that end the brunette stormed forward and planted an uppercut right into Denise’s skinny gut and she had nowhere to go what with being against the table.
When Martine removed her fist from Denise’s gut Denise fell forward into her foe’s waiting arms and Martine wasted no time pulling the blonde’s flimsy black dress up and over her head and pulled it free and threw it over the bar. Of course , being the dirty slut that Denise Van Outen is she was wearing not a thing beneath the dress and she was left on her knees, bleeding badly from the face and stark naked.
Martine took a step back to survey the damage she had done and laughed.
“I thought you were meant to be tough! You’re a fucking wimp!”
That last jibe was accompanied by the beautiful noise of Martine smashing her knee at full force into Denise’s face. The blonde slumped to the floor while Martine waltzed away, seeing something that would put an exclamation point on her victory. She felt her injured nose again and winced, god it better not be broken she thought as she picked up the pool cue from the stand on the wall. What a sight she looked as she turned to face the pool table again, her big tits were still flapping over the edge of her dress but she didn’t care. Her nose was busted wide open but she was single minded in her aim. As she moved back to the table she decided the cue was too unwieldy and casually unscrewed it in half and discarded the tip end before slapping the butt end in her palm. It was nice and weighty and would do the job just nicely.
By the time she reached the table Denise had staggered up, aware that if she allowed herself to be overtaken by unconsciousness she was done for, she was sprawled on the green baize as Martine approached and swung her makeshift club up and slammed it down, full force. At the very last minute Denise managed to roll her head out of the way and the cue smashed into the baize. Martine’s fingers hurt from the vibration of hitting the solid lead under the felt and that was enough of a break to allow Denise to snatch up a ball from the table and throw it at her assailant. First shot was the charm as the eight ball smacked onto Martine’s mess of a nose and she dropped her weapon to the floor.
Martine spun away crying from the blow and Denise realised this was her chance, she pulled her face up from the green cloth (only vaguely aware of the blood red imprint she left on the table). Still using the table to keep her steady, Denise slowly made her way around the table and picked up the pool cue. Bending down to pick it up was almost too much effort for her but she drove herself on, the reasons for this battle and feud were forgotten now, they were just two animals with survival and destruction in their minds.
Martine managed to look up just as Denise approached and with her hands to her face her stomach was easy for Denise to swing the cue and drive it into the pit of the dark haired girls gut side on. As Martine fell away Denise turned the cue and drove the end of the cue four times in quick succession to that self same stomach and Martine collapsed retching and coughing. Denise got on top of her foe and placed the length of the cue under Martine’s chin and began to press down on her enemy’s throat, choking her out.
Martine was stunned and seeing stars, she had been so sure the fight was over, the bitch was done, but obviously not as she opened her eyes she saw Denise close up, her face a red mess of blood as she pushed the wood into her throat. It was gross, the blood was dripping from Denise onto Martine and she turned her face as the drips hit her. The blonde above her was still feeling weak but trying to keep the pressure up but as the blood impeded her vision Denise had to take her hand away to wipe some of the red stuff away to help her vision. With only one hand on the cue, Martine sensed a chance and leaned her head up and clamped her teeth onto Denise’s right tit, repaying the pain the blonde had caused earlier in the fight.
She chomped down and Denise screamed from pain and shock and her other hand came off the cue as she reared up in agony. Instinctively, Martine raised her hand as well and found Denise’s pussy, her sharp finger nails latched onto Denise’s clit and scratched and twisted it viciously before burrowing her hand inside Denise’s pussy and immediately wreaked chaos with those blade like talons inside the injured blonde. It was too much for Denise and she offered little resistance as Martine took her mouth off her tit and pushed her off so that she was now over Denise, her hand buried in Denise’s cunt and scratching and ripping in it. She kept it up even though Denise’s swipes back with her own hands were now little more than feeble efforts, enjoying the blood soaked blonde’s squeals in painful defeat.
Eventually Martine withdrew her hand and allowed Denise to slump against the pool table, but it was no act of mercy as Martine picked up two empty champagne bottles from the earlier part and marched back to her foe. Denise managed to lift her bloody face and made some effort to submit and beg for mercy but it was useless as Martine smiled down and lifted one of the bottle high overhead before smashing it down on Denise’s defenceless head. The second bottle followed in similar fashion and that was all she wrote for Denise Van Outen as she collapsed face first onto the glass strewn pub floor. Tired as she was Martine still took time to pop her boobs back into her dress before kneeling on her downed foe’s naked back, gripping her blood soaked hair and rubbing Denise’s face onto the glass pieces as one last insult and injury before staggering to her feet and exiting the wrecked pub leaving the blonde face down on the floor and leaving with one last insult.
“Bitch! Hope you like your make-over, you look much better like that!”