Audition?

The ad said, “Attractive women needed. Video/photo shoot production. Good pay. Apply in person. Bring swimsuit/lingerie."

Beth figured that she was a shoo-in. A 5’5”, 121 pound, blue-eyed blonde, she had always been the best-looking girl in school, camp, dance class, etc. She had bloomed early and had a 36D-23-34 figure that made red-blooded males drool on sight.

Unfortunately, being drop-dead gorgeous didn’t pay the rent. Beth had graduated high school on the strength of her cleavage and short skirts not her academics. Her plan, such as it was, was to loaf around home until she could get into a modeling agency or something equally glamorous. She got a really rude awakening when she was sent out to make it on her own.

So, now she was on a bus heading to the audition. The ad had a time and address, and Beth was getting there early to take whatever advantage she could. She was wearing 4-inch heels, a cut-off T-shirt that left her midriff bare, and a blue micro skirt that barely covered her butt. Underneath, Beth was wearing her sexiest white lace thong and bra. She sat on the bus ignoring the other riders and wondering what kind of video was being made, not that it mattered if the money was good.

She caught the end of the driver’s latest announcement and realized that this was her stop. Beth hustled out of the bus on Simpson Avenue and headed up the block until she found building 1100. Going inside, she realized that this was some sort of gym. Maybe the job was an exercise video, the kind with a lot of sexy babes to attract the male buyers.

There didn’t seem to be anyone around at the front desk. A little worried that she had arrived too early, Beth slipped into the main gym area. She felt better immediately because she saw several men setting up lights and getting out camera equipment. There were also two women. One was older and wearing a business suit, obviously the person in charge. The other was a very tall blonde in sweats who was doing stretching exercises near a boxing ring. Immediately, Beth figured that this had to be one of those foxy fighting videos. The big blonde was either a company star or just another girl who believed in getting there early to beat the competition. Thinking about it, the big girl looked familiar somehow. She probably was the star, and she was here to audition possible opponents for a video.

Well, having figured that out, Beth decided to try the bold approach to snare a job. A girl doing warm-up exercises expects to have a workout. Cameras and lights get set up when it’s time to shoot. The video was obviously being shot today. Being early, Beth could help them get it done right now.

Walking up to the two women with a confident strut, she got their attention, saying, “I’m here to shoot the video. Are we boxing or wrestling?”

The older woman looked confused for a moment. “I beg your pardon? Who are you?”

“My name is Beth Carter. I’m here for the video. Do we box or wrestle? Either or both is okay with me.”

The older woman looked at the blonde, who simply shrugged. “Okay, if you want to take on Nicole, I won’t stop you. My name is Sandra Mason, and I’m producing this video. If you’ll get in the ring, I’ll pay you $1000. You’ll start off boxing for a few rounds and then no-rules wrestling to the finish.”

Beth liked the sound of $1000 and barely heard the rest. “Is there a script to follow?” Better not screw up, Beth knew.

Sandra looked at the big girl, Nicole, again. Nicole shook her head. “No, I think, for realism, we’ll just have you girls do your best. Nicole is pretty good, and I’m sure you’ll be fine on your own. If I think of anything for you to do, I’ll stop the cameras and let you know. You have fought before?”

“Oh certainly, I know what to do.” It wasn’t quite a lie. Beth had a few slap-fights over boys that she had stolen from other girls, and she had paid her bills with some oil wrestling. Of course, slap-fights weren’t boxing, and winning an oil-wrestling match was generally based on who had the best tits. Still, this was a foxy video, not the pros.

“Fine, we’ll just sign everything, and you girls can go to it.” Sandra pulled out some contracts, and Beth signed as the big blonde climbed into the ring. Then, Beth kicked off her heels and followed Nicole into the ring.

“Okay girls, when we start the cameras, let’s hear a little trash talk as you strip down and put on the gloves. We’ll do short rounds, only two minutes, so you can really give us some action. Between rounds, we can stop the cameras to stretch the rest time out.”

At the signal from Sandra, the lights on the cameras came on, and Beth started her act. Pulling her T-shirt over her head, she revealed her full tits in the tiny bra as she sneered, “You know, just because you’re the size of a horse, you don’t scare me. I’m gonna kick your ass, bitch.” She tossed the T-shirt out of the ring, not looking at her opponent. Turning her back, she slid her skirt down her thighs, putting plenty of “wiggle” into the action to emphasize her fabulous ass in the tiny thong. “In fact, after I kick your ass at boxing for a few rounds, I may just drop the gloves and tie you into a knot with some wrestling moves.” She picked up the gloves, equipped with Velcro, and slid them onto her hands. Slapping the gloves together, she turned with a sneer and looked at her opponent.

The sneer turned into a slack-jawed gape. Across the ring, she saw a chiseled giantess in a tiny, aqua, thong bikini. Under those warm-up clothes, Nicole had biceps bigger than Beth’s thighs and thighs bigger than Beth’s waist. Then, it hit her. A gigantic, blonde bodybuilder named Nicole that liked to fight. Beth had just challenged NICOLE BASS to a fight and signed a contract!

Beth was so shocked that she never heard the bell ring and didn’t move as Nicole crossed the ring. She didn’t even react as Nicole drew back her right hand. In fact, Beth was in another world until the uppercut crashed into her hanging jaw and lifted her off of her feet to crash into the corner behind her.

The blow to the jaw shocked Beth back into the present, but it was so powerful that the dazed little blonde couldn’t bring up her hands fast enough to block the wicked left-right combination to the head that followed. Seeing stars, Beth was able to get her hands up to protect her head, but Nicole easily shifted her target, burying sharp jabs into the luscious titflesh of her smaller foe. The searing pain erupting in her boobs started Beth screaming in anguish, and she tried to bring in her elbows to protect her chest. Seeing her target area reduced, Nicole fired a straight right between Beth’s tits, over her heart and followed it with a left to the belly that literally folded Beth’s body around the bodybuilder’s fist. Nicole was holding Beth up now as the smaller blonde tried desperately to suck air into her lungs. The bodybuilder backed into the center of the ring, drawing the little girl along. Taking back her left hand, Nicole used it to raise Beth’s chin into position for a right cross that spun the girl around and sent her stumbling chest first back into the corner. Nicole was about to go after her again when the bell sounded to end the round. The muscle goddess walked back to her corner as her opponent sunk to her knees and leaned her forehead against a turnbuckle for support.

Beth’s body was screaming at her to run for the hills. She had never felt such pain before, and that was only the first round! Behind her and across the ring, she heard Sandra and Nicole speaking. Nicole asked how things looked and was told that SHE looked great. Beth could see the bruises forming on her body and feel the swelling in her cheeks and jaw. She could imagine how she looked. Then she heard Nicole talking about how she had held back. She didn’t want the “wimp” to go out too early and ruin the tape. That scared Beth (and made her just a tiny bit angry). She couldn’t take the risk that she wouldn’t be paid because the fight was too short for a tape. Rising slowly to her feet, Beth turned to her opponent and said, “Are you ready yet? It’s time for Round 2.”

Nicole smiled at the false bravado, enjoying herself immensely. She planned to make this round even harder on the smaller girl. Sandra waved the cameras back on and signaled for the bell.

This time, Beth heard the bell and moved out to meet her foe in the center of the ring. Remembering the old saying about a good offense being the best defense, she wound up her right hand and threw the most powerful roundhouse punch that she could. Of course, she telegraphed it so much that Nicole was able to avoid it by leaning back slightly. Then, the bodybuilder turned Beth’s world upside down with a straight left to the head, which was wide open thanks to the missed punch. When Beth turned back toward Nicole, her eyes were glassy and even slightly crossed. Nicole, seeing her guard down, nailed her with a left-right-left to the belly that bent Beth over and straightened her back up with an right uppercut. The uppercut sent Beth backward, tripping over her heels to the ropes. Feeling the ropes against her back, Beth’s instinct made her throw back her arms over the top rope to keep on her feet. This gave Nicole a perfect opportunity to devastate Beth’s perfect breasts. She just stepped up and started slamming every punch in the book into Beth’s tits. Nicole pounded the boobs with lefts, rights, jabs, uppercuts, etc. Through it all, Beth just hung on the ropes and screamed until she was too hoarse to scream anymore. Finally, sensing the round was almost over, Nicole pulled Beth off of the ropes and into the ring. Holding Beth “just right,” the body builder drove her fist down like a sledgehammer to the little blonde’s forehead. Beth hit the canvas so hard that she bounced once, out cold. At almost the same instant, the bell sounded to end Round 2.

Nicole stood over the unconscious Beth for a minute until Sandra stopped the cameras and joined her in the ring. Looking down at the little blonde, Sandra asked, “Is there any chance that she’ll wake up this week? We’ve only got 8 or 9 minutes of tape, and that’s not enough for a video.”

Nicole chuckled and replied, “I hit her in the tough part of the skull. Crack an ammonia capsule near her nose and she’ll come around pretty quickly. I figured we needed a little time to discuss what I’ll do to her next.”

“What are you planning?”

“Drop the gloves and twist her like taffy. The little bitch couldn’t outfight a stuffed parakeet, and she’s softer than warm butter. I can do pretty much anything I want to do. I just want to know if you have any preferences.”

Sandra considered for a moment. “Well, high-impact moves and submission holds are a must for you. Strip her, too. It’ll help sell tapes if we can say she’s naked and helpless. It’s covered in the papers she signed.”

“What about blood?”

“Very little, if any, I think. A nosebleed or split lip would be plenty. A lot of gore would be a turn-off to most of your customers, I think. They want to worship your muscles, not bloodletting. Try for lots of bruises but little or no blood.” Sandra watched Nicole nod her agreement, and they both looked at the unmoving Beth. “I’ll get you the capsule to wake her. As soon as she starts moving, we’ll roll cameras again.”

Sandra left the ring and handed a little white capsule in to Nicole. Taking it over to Beth, she cracked it by Beth’s nose and held it there until the little blonde made some sniffing and moaning sounds. Tossing the remains of the capsule out of the ring, Nicole returned to the place and stance that she’d been in when they stopped the cameras. The cameras started to record again and Nicole picked up as though there had been no break in the action. The body builder started pulling off her gloves and saying, “You know, I think I’m going to follow your advice and finish this with some wrestling.”

Beth wasn’t quite conscious enough to understand Nicole’s words, but a small part of her mind yelled “danger” when she felt the gloves being pulled from her hands. She started to gain a little clarity when she was rolled onto her stomach. It wasn’t until the camel clutch was applied with crippling force that Beth fully remembered where she was and how dangerous it was. Nicole was sitting comfortably in the small of Beth’s back with the little blonde’s arms hooked over the bodybuilder’s knees. Hands firmly locked onto Beth’s chin, Nicole was pulling back so hard that Beth could almost see what was behind the big woman. Her back and neck were introducing her to new levels of agony that Beth never dreamed existed. When Nicole released her after a couple of minutes, Beth didn’t even notice the impact of her head against the canvas. She also didn’t notice when Nicole, still seated on Beth’s back, unhooked Beth’s bra and said, “Let’s try a new twist on that hold.” Seconds later, Beth was looking at the ceiling again, but this time it was worse because she had her own bra cutting into her throat in addition to the other pain. Nicole had a firm grip on the bra and was using it instead of the normal chin-lock. It was very satisfying, with Beth’s gagging added to the whimpering, and it gave the cameras a perfect shot of the red, swollen tits of her victim. Unfortunately, it was short-lived as the bra tore into two in just under a minute, and Beth’s head bounced on the canvas again.

Still, this gave Nicole another idea. Grabbing Beth’s hair in her left hand and Beth’s thong with the right, the bodybuilder pulled the smaller girl to her feet, or at least vertical. Then, Nicole let go of the hair and lifted Beth about three feet off of the mat by the thong alone. “Let’s see if the panties are stronger than that bra of yours.” Beth, of course, didn’t register the comment; it was mostly for the cameras. The battered girl’s attention was entirely absorbed by the “wedgie” she was getting from her thong, as it painfully cut into her pussy and ass and disappeared into her labia. It did turn out to be stronger than the bra, lasting about a minute and a half before it ripped to shreds. Beth fell face first again, feeling the material of her panties torn across her most sensitive areas like a wire saw. The only thing stopping her from checking for blood was a lack of the necessary strength. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to worry about that. The flesh was raw but intact.

Nicole decided that it was time for the power moves. Lifting the limp form of Beth from the canvas, she displayed her awesome power for the cameras. She gorilla-pressed the girl way above her head and threw Beth across the ring to crash in a heap. She lifted Beth in an inverted bear hug and drove her head into the mat with three tombstone piledrivers, simply standing back up with Beth after each impact to do it again. After the third piledriver, Nicole stood again, swung Beth’s body upward, and threw her down with a powerbomb. Following that with a series of knees and elbows to the prone body, Nicole played to the camera by berating the broken girl’s weakness and helplessness. The taunts made the domination more humiliating and helped to hide the fact that Beth had been unconscious after the first piledriver.

Still, Nicole realized that too much more abuse could change the tape from a fight video to a snuff film. It was time for a big finish. Grabbing a swollen breast in each hand, Nicole squeezed until Beth began to stir and lifted her off of the canvas by her boobs. Holding Beth aloft, Nicole carried her to the corner and hung her there, draping Beth’s arms and legs over the ropes to keep her up and wide open. Then Nicole started driving her fists into the tits, over and over, mashing the flesh into the girl’s ribs. Beth could do nothing but hang there with tears in her eyes and whimper. Finally, when Nicole paused, Beth begged her to stop, almost too softly to be heard. Nicole just replied, “Don’t worry. It will be over in a second.” With that, Nicole stepped back and brought her foot up between Beth’s legs like she was kicking the winning point of the Super Bowl. Beth was lifted about a foot, freeing her arms. The beaten girl’s eyes rolled back into her head and she fell forward, unconscious again. Nicole stood there for a moment, letting the cameras get a good picture of the broken body hanging half in the corner. Then she grabbed a leg and pulled Beth over onto her back on the canvas so the cameras could get her in a victory pose over her naked victim.

It took a little while to bring Beth around to consciousness, and then almost an hour before she had the strength to get out of the ring. Nicole was kind enough to give her a set of sweats to wear home. Beth’s own clothes were way too tight and revealing considering the shape of her body after the fight. They paid her and were helping her into a car to take her home when Beth said, “Now I know why no one else answered the ad.”

Stopping, Sandra asked, “What ad?”

Beth pulled it out of her bag. “This one, this is the ad you ran in the paper about the video.”

Sandra took the scrap of newspaper, read it, and started to laugh. She gave it to Nicole, who did the same. After a minute, Sandra put her hand, gently, on Beth’s shoulder. “Oh Honey, I am SO sorry.” She laughed some more. “This is 1100 STIMSON Avenue, not Simpson Avenue. You’re on THE WRONG SIDE OF TOWN!” She burst out laughing, AGAIN. “We were here for a ‘flex-and-pose’ video, but when you showed up, I thought my partner had sent you! THIS WAS ALL A MISTAKE!” Nicole closed the car door, and the two women walked inside, leaning on each other because they were laughing so hard. As the car pulled away, Beth burst into tears.

Across town at 1100 Simpson Ave., the last girl was signing up for a swimsuit calendar and video to be shot in Jamaica.