Hollywood vs. Bollywood

“How long are we going to sit here Steve? “ I started with when my Agent came into the trailer.
“Their still in litigation” He coughed as he took a slug of Evian.
“Why? We were here first, I don’t understand.” Said me the irritated blonde, legs moving up and down with nervous energy as she sat on her makeshift bed.
“Politics Tabby, I really don’t understand why either but the fact of the matter is ours and Bollywoods group seem to have the same beach staked out for filming.
“Film what?? Their budget is no where near ours, and I thought we had permission locked up from Madagascar’s government to do this here.”
“Jim said the same thing, But apparently Bollywood had another contract before us, and…blah blah blah..”

That was three days ago, talking with my agent about filming a new movie about Sheena. My big breakout movie, showcasing me and all of the acting ‘assets‘ they said I‘d bring to the film. ‘Sigh‘… How it went from ‘we‘re negotiating with the other company’ to this was still pretty fuzzy with me.. Which ended with me standing in a clearing waiting for ‘her’ to show up. Oh I know they could of filed suit after suit, petitioned the government, but at the time this solution seemed the quickest to my Irish dyed Blonde temper.. It was one of the grips on the crew that first blurted out that ‘the two jungle princesses should fight it out‘… It was laughed at, then thought about, then there was an approach from my director to theirs, then a query to me.. And now, this clearing.

From what I got from the conversation was that both companies wanted to film the encounter and run with it as a random thing. Two Jungle girls battling it out for a patch of land… well not totally anyways, there were rules. Neither of the companies wanted us damaged to badly, so striking was a definite no no. As well as throws, and anything that was to wild. This was a straight body on body fight til one of us called it quits, or couldn’t continue from exhaustion.

I was pretty confident about this though. I loved to wrestle so knew a few moves, and thanks to my Gestapo trainer I was in the best shape of my mostly athletic life. My arms and abs never looked better, they were cut but in a way that didn’t take away the surface fat too much. More of a runner look then a bodybuilder. My legs though were my prize pieces, what really got me the part. They were powerful, shapely, swept like a jumpers in appearance and extremely strong. Stronger then most of the guys I leg wrestled on the set with.. Guess all those hours on the soccer team in school did them well. So like I said I was confident… well ok til I saw her.
She slowly stepped into the clearing wearing a one piece leopard suit, almost as revealing as my lil animal skin bikini. The suit clinged to every curve of her incredible body. We looked about the same height at 5’ 8” and she definitely matched up well in all the body parts with me. It was like looking at my long lost sister. But where I was blonde hair blue eyed, she had luxurious black hair cascading down her back and a serious case of doe eyes. I could see why they choose us, both of us looked exotic on our own way. Both of us were tanned hard bodies built for outdoor punishment, with me having a slight edge in the chest I think with my perfect 37c‘s. This was going to be hared then I thought.

“Hi, I’m Tabatha. You must be Jasmine..” I said as we both started circling the clearing.
“I’m-”
“I don’t care who you are!. My Armando says I have to beat you, and I will! You should of took your crew and went elsewhere!” She exclaimed. Her body grew more tense with anger while her fists shook, her muscles tightening into little knots as she spoke.
“Hey this isn’t my fought, I just wanted to shoot a movie. You know, make a blockbuster, wear big sunglasses and drive down the strip as a famous person.”
“You joke? I am not laughing.” She said in stabbing tones as we stalked one another, tightening our circle.
“I am to kick you off this area. One way or another, You are going back to your America." At this point I was pretty through playing nice-nice and my Aries tempered blood was starting to hit the boil point. As we slowly got into range I could see the muscle pulse through her slightly sweat sheened skin. Our feet were spread wide, shuffling slowly along on are mutually sturdy legs.
“Oh you are so going down.” I whispered. We both crouched with hands extended, readying for one another. I took a breath and tensed for first contact with my Indian adversary. Right before our initial contact, I could feel the rain start to fall.

We stalked closer and closer until all at once there was a flurry of movement as we grabbed arms and wrestled wildly, trying to force one another closer to secure a hold. Our feet pounded the dirt flooring of our combat arena, occasionally stomping on one another’s feet as we struggled. The wild exchange went on for nearly a minute til we finally just rammed into one another and grabbed hair. Shaking our heads back and forth our bodies grappled like wild women, trying to pull one another off balance. Legs strained against powerful legs as we tried to knock one another down for some ground fighting. Grunts and little squeals were readily coming from us both while we danced and thrashed throughout the clearing. The rain that I felt started to pick up in a fevered pitch as if the jungle itself was sensing the aggression coming off of the two of us.

Finally Jasmine was able to get her calf around my own and yank against it hard, forcing me to loose balance and tumble to the ground. Since we were locked pretty tight she wasn't far behind and landed just off to the side of me. One then the other threw arms around our backs, mending our bodies in a wet ‘smack‘! Bronzed legs laced with legs, and with a primal growl from each of us we started constricting one another with hard core determination. Both of us were now fully into the fight, slamming chests in anger while we thrashed on the jungle floor.

I could feel Jasmine’s body as we fought, it was like grappling with a boa constrictor. Every part of her increasingly slippery body felt like hardened steel cable underneath a smooth rubbery surface. As I predicted she was just as strong as I was. I always liked a challenge but having the stakes as high as it was with us made me think. With us being so equal it meant two things. I had to outlast her, and I had to want this more then her. Our bodies were now taking on a more primal look as the dirt mixed with the rain coated any body part not in contact with our adversaries. Our limbs started to slip more freely from the concoction as we rolled together.

Minutes past quickly as we rolled and ground with one another. Grimaces of pain and exertion were seen on both our faces while we fought to constrict one another to submission. Eventually both of us seemed to slow down from our little ball of constantly writhing flesh . Releasing her body I put my hands on her chin and pushed. At first she resisted the pressure trying to keep our tight forms locked together. Then Jasmine must of thought the same thing of the stalemate and unlocked her body from mine.

We rolled away from each other, laying on our backs with renewed respect for the other’s power. I don’t think I’ve ever wrestled anyone as strong as she was and I think she was thinking the same. For a almost a full minute we lay on our backs breathing in much needed air. The rain at this point felt good as it pelted my overheated body. I was starting to enjoy the feeling when I heard her start to get up, I grudgingly followed suit and we stood a few feet apart in a crouched position again, ready to resume.

Stepping forwards our fingers slowly interlaced with one another’s locking us in a strength test. I planted my feet hard in the dirt while watching all of Jasmine’s muscles stand to attention. At first we were even , then came grunts as our muscles started to fatigue. Our hair, now matted wet from both the rain and sweat started intermingle as we slowly sank into each other. When our chest finally made contact I could feel how hard her nipples had become, even through the leathery material we both wore. It made me want to press them in with my own, so while our arms battled so did our breast. Crushing against one another, chin‘s resting on one another’s strong shoulders as we fought. It was a sensation of both pain and pleasure that we mutually felt as could be told in our growls now. Our pressing became more intense, our arms now slowly moved to our sides but the breast duel intensified, our feet started to churn in the dirt. Slowly we moved back and forth along our soaked battlefield, groaning louder and thrusting chest to chest. Finally our hands came loose from each other’s grasp and slithered across our sides, wrapping one another up in bear hugs again, squeezing us together even tighter.

“Uuunnhh ..Give yet?” I said through clenched teeth.
“Not I yet..” Jasmine groaned back “mmmuuhh.. Do you?”
“Nooo” I squealed out. Followed by another grunt.
“ mmm.. Like this American whore?.. uuhh, You like fighting with our bosoms?”
“ I can most definitely... Uuunn tell you like it.. hard nips.” I breathed. Our slick bodies squirmed together with more intensity now. Each trying to push the others nipples back into our opponents body.
“You will give to me.. Mmmmhhh you will go home yes?”
“nuuhh not til I send you back to your lamp first ,‘Jeanie.”
“I will hurrk” her motor mouth was finally cut short by a quick thrust of my arms, picking her up while twisting violently to the side. In a whiling display of tangled muscle both of us flew wildly to the ground with a loud, ‘splash‘.

The fall jarred us loose from our chest battle, so nipples erect we both scrambled to our knees, roared and pounced together with a wet smack. Over the next minute or two we became a slithering mass of flesh squirming in the mud for dominance. Legs and arms fought for control while our hard bodies tumbled thought the now muck filled clearing. I was finally able to get her in a headlock which she slipped out of in under a minute. Quickly she pressed her chest to my back and snaked her arm under mine locking on a half nelson. We struggled violently, as I wanted out and she wanted to force me to my stomach. Before she could secure the second arm however I reached back with my free hand and grabbed her hair, slammed my butt into her groin and flipped her over me. With a surprised chirp she landed with a thud on her back.

Both us were breathing heavily now I moved forward, looking to do a reverse straddle on her face. But before I could get secured, I leaned forward too much, allowing her legs to snap up and encircle my head. I fought a losing battle with her legs as she methodically pulled my head down to the jungle flooring. Once there, the legs I admired when I first saw her started constricting me. I could feel intense pressure pain from the hold as I heard her chuckling between my legs.. Between my?..

My thighs quickly snapped shut, encircling her head as she had done to me. And I immediately started squeezing as well, feeling her thighs tense up in surprise….But the best is what I heard, even through the wall of leg muscle I could hear her little cackle turn into a squeal of intense pain. Both of us in turn wrapped our arms around one another hips as we intensified our 69 scissor duel. I could see even through the now mud slicked surface her glute and thigh muscles working madly trying to make me submit to her. Slowly our twisted mass of pain rolled over in the clearing again. Each determined to squeeze the other until the point of surrender.

“Give up!?!” I screamed through lusty squeals of pain.
“Arraaahh you first American whore!” she fired back.
“Arruhh.. Fuuckin bitchhh. Unnh” I screamed squeezing harder. God this girl had power. It dawned on me then neither of us was going to give up to the other..I had to knock this cunt out. Or vise versa.
“Ok Jeanie uuhhh.. you're going outtt..uurrhhh..” I squeezed harder, in pulses now as she returned the favor. Both of us were struggling and rolling, trying to retain the top position for better squeezing. Our iron muscled forms wrapped in satiny skin tensed against one another, trying to outlast the other. Like two squirming snakes in a swamp trying to constrict the other to death.

“ooff give it uppp.” She squealed again with another burst of power. Both of us were writhing with each others overheated bodies as we dueled.
I could feel her skin slithering back and forth as we battled. It was making me aroused to the point that I started subconsciously grinding my crotch into her chin. Soon she was doing it as well, grinding and struggling, muscles fighting against muscles…. Both of us started panting harder and harder as we went. Our grinding intensified as we struggled faster and faster with one another. I found myself moaning through the pain as I could hear her doing the same. Our hands and arms started roaming all over our opponents slime coated legs and back as we fought. Gripping one another’s hard muscled bodies. Now laying side my side our battle was coming to a climax…One way or the other.

Both of us moved faster forming a rhythm with the other body. Squeezing and squirming I came to realize this was more then a wrestling match now, this was a fight to see who could outlast the other physically. I could feel Jasmine’s body grow tighter against mine, meeting me in the new battle front of ours.

Our legs squeezing couldn't last forever but more importantly, neither could our hormones. I could feel my body tensing up as I'm sure Jeanie was as well. Our lusty growls and squeals were at highest pitch, probably making every male , well, anything show up to see the end of this titanic battle of the jungle girls. Our thrusts were going at a terrific speed now with one another. Each growling while trying to squeeze the orgasm out of the other. Our thrusts were getting more and more intense.. I could finally feel my body start to give way, wanting to give in to her. Then I heard Jasmine’s voice squeal a high note as she convulsed violently. Then nothing… her legs once pythonic hold on my head started to slide away from it and I was able to weakly push them off of me. I weakly squeezed (and thrusted) a few more times against her head, then released her body and stumbled groggily to my feet. It was clearly seen that she was out cold. I had won.
Over on the other side of the clearing, I could barley make out through my wooziness my agent with a few other people from the camera crew. As well as people I couldn’t ID at the time. Probably Bollywood’s people coming to make sure their prize wasn’t too scuffed up. I practically fell on my agent and whispered to him softly.

“Take me back to my hut right now” I said with a slight shudder
“Are you ok? Maybe the doc..” He whispered with confusion in his voice.
“Oh you really want to take me back to my hut right now.. I’m so juiced I’d screw the wookie you had carrying Jamal’s equipment earlier. So unless you want to spend the next three months on this island doing the native population, you‘d better hit me now...”
It took my agent a total of 12 minutes to get me back to my little makeshift hut. I didn't take long for me to feel the first one go off, but that really didn't matter to us. I just didn't want the feeling to end, I even thought of that battle while we were doing it. It just made me want more as the night went on.

The next few weeks went smoothly, Bollywood’s director honored our request to use the beach for the next three months of shooting. I heard the footage that was shot on their end was going to be used in a dream sequence of Jasmine’s jungle girl character. Where mine ended up being used as a sort of ‘an Amazon rite of passage’ scene. The whole fight went for a total of twenty nine minutes on film, but they had to edit it down to a five minute fight to make it fit the movie. I heard what was left in the cutting room became a ‘scrapbook’ for both the producer and the editor.

The movie itself ended up bombing and I was back to being a B-movie girl.. But that experience was one I’ll probably take to the grave. My only regret was that I couldn’t have a rematch with Jasmine.. My amazing Bollywood sister.