Since she lost a boxing match to Heather Hunter (see Chapter One) Sunny McKay's film career had spiraled out of her control. When the video of her being humiliated after the fight by Jeanna Fine and Zara Whites got out, directors demanded she do harder scenes. Sunny prided herself on not doing "certain things" in her films, anal being the one about which she'd been adamant. Now, after she'd endured anal penetration in a video distributed worldwide, directors no longer respected her "limits." Desperate to get her career back on track, Sunny stopped doing videos and went to Europe to do club work, dancing and stripping. She hoped a few months away from the video business would let things cool down so she could return to the film work she loved.
Surprisingly, no one had any interest in her as a dancer - though she was actually pretty good. Several clubs said, "You're not what we're looking for." It hadn't taken long for her to find out why. They were hiring a younger, bustier, porn star who couldn't dance at all (except in the laps of customers, something Sunny refused to lower herself to do.) No matter how lucrative, Sunny turned down one booking after another that expected her to do anything other than dance on stage.
Sunny's agent told her the jobs she turned down had gone to her rival, PJ Sparxx, a younger, bustier, sleazier, actress who would 'do anything for money' and was giving the phrase "porn star" a bad name. PJ had taken time off in late 1994 and had come back a year later with a revived outlook and renewed determination to succeed. She toured for a while with her girlfriend Jill Kelly but Sunny heard they'd since split. Sunny's frustration reached it's peak when PJ did a pictorial layout for a world-wide distribution men's magazine that mimicked Sunny's poses in the same magazine a year earlier. PJ's photos emphasized her breasts in each pose so it wasn't surprising when, in a vitriol-laced diatribe, she trashed Sunny in an interview and compared her full, firm breasts to Sunny's, "perky little boobs." Sunny was furious when she saw it weeks after it went on sale in Australia, her birthplace and where her husband, Barry, lived while she toured. Her inability to reply in print or in the media only deepened her anger.
Sunny's frustration at not working and her dwindling finances had led her to a small, private club in Amsterdam, Netherlands. Her friend Deidre Holland knew the club had new owners and prevailed on them to give Sunny a one month booking. The club was re-opening after renovations and had a new manager from the States. The club was an old, revered site on the circuit and Sunny was flattered to be the "feature act" for the premiere even though she'd have to share top billing with another dancer the final two weeks. Deidre didn't know who the other girl was since the owners had still been negotiating with several when they signed Sunny.
Sunny had no illusions about her good luck. She realized they wouldn't have hired her except for Deidre putting herself and her reputation on the line on her behalf. Sunny assured Deidre she wouldn't let her down and she intended to keep her promise to her friend and benefactor. The publicity she got was more important than the money, though she'd had little of either since PJ Sparxx joined the tour. She was excited to finally get a chance to be the center of attention for the first two weeks -an opportunity to strut her stuff and show she could be a star in live entertainment as well as film. She planned to milk it for all it was worth!
She was trembling with excitement when she got out of the taxi at the club the day before she was scheduled to open. She had a letter of introduction from the owners in London to the new manager. She'd never worked in Amsterdam, but Sunny's videos sold well there and she looked forward to a warm greeting from her fans. She was a bit disappointed no one met her at the airport with a limo, but shrugged it off as 'no big deal' and took a taxi straight to the club to check out the room before checking in to her hotel.
The taxi driver casually unloaded her costumes in their bags and tossed them on the curb as she rang the bell. She stood tapping her foot impatiently for several minutes before the door opened. A stooped old man cracked the door and muttered something in Dutch. She shrugged and gave him the letter of introduction, hoping he'd take it to the manager and that he/she read English. The wizened old man looked at the envelope, turned it over in his hands several times, then closed and locked the door leaving her on the sidewalk with her bags. Sunny paid the taxi driver who sped off leaving her alone in a strange city where she knew no one - or so she thought!
After what seemed an eternity, the old man reappeared and motioned for her to follow him inside. She pointed to her bags and asked about her luggage, but he gestured her ahead, muttering something she hoped meant, "I'll bring your bags."
Sunny walked through the lobby into the main room. The only illumination was a single spotlight shining on the bare stage. She could make out tables with chairs upside down on them. Her heels "click-clacked" on the wooden floor as she walked toward the stage. Her journey of exploration was interrupted by a woman's voice.
"Over here you stupid bimbo."
Sunny turned and shielded her eyes against the light with her hand. Squinting, she tried to make the face of a shadowy figure outlined by light from an open door behind her. The woman turned and glided into the office, for that's what it was, so Sunny hurried after her. She was eager to meet the manager of the club who, obviously, had learned a few English phrases that came in handy when dealing with strippers. When Sunny reached the open door she noticed it had the word, "MANAGER" stenciled on it. She pushed the door open and saw the woman seated at a desk. As her eyes adjusted to the light, Sunny gasped and stopped in shock.
"Jeanna Fine! What are you doing here? And what are you doing in the manager's office?"
Jeanna tilted her chair back and held up the letter of introduction Sunny had brought to introduce herself to the club manager. She crumpled the letter of introduction and threw it at Sunny. It bounced off the startled blonde's chest and fell at her feet. Sunny stared at her old nemesis, her pouty lips pursed in a surprised "o". Her hands were on her hips, her left foot slightly forward, drawing her skirt tight across her firm bottom and stretching it over her hard, sinewy thighs. It was a pose she often took since it emphasized her lower body, diverting peoples eyes from her small bosom.
"I'm your new boss, you dope! I just want to welcome my new 'headliner'," Jeanna said with a lecherous smile. "But of course, we already know each other very well, don't we my pretty? It's been a while since we played, it's great to see you again. You're looking fine, as usual. When I told Zara you were coming she couldn't wait to get her hands on your ass again."
Being reminded of the humiliation she'd suffered at the hands of Jeanna and Zara made Sunny's body tense, her fingers curled in tight little fists and she clasped her arms across her perky breasts to hide her trembling hands as she glared at Jeanna. The manageress returned the stare and a twinkling in her eyes sent a shiver down the blonde's back. Still, Sunny tried not to let her nerves give her away.
She struggled to control her emotion as she said, "What you and Zara did to me that night was despicable. You won't get away with it if you try anything here. I fought and beat Zara before and I'll do it again if I have to."
Jenna's eyes narrowed as Sunny leaned forward and planted her clenched fists on the desk, looked her in the eye and added ominously, ". . . and, if you force me to, I'll beat you too. I know you and you don't scare me Jeanna. That ended years ago when I moved out after you tried to make me get implants like yours. Nobody controlled me then and you aren't going to now."
Jeanna started to rise as Sunny chuckled and added, "Besides, you don't have Heather Hunter around to do your dirty work for you. She beat me senseless in that boxing ring and you just took advantage. She apologized and told me she didn't know what you and Zara had planned. She gave me her word she'd never be a part of your schemes again so it looks like you're out of luck. We both know Zara's no help in a fight."
Jeanna relaxed and slid back in her chair, raised her legs and dropped them on the desk, then crossed them at the ankles. She picked up a pile of paperwork and brandished it at Sunny. They looked like official Dutch Government forms, but for all Sunny knew they were instructions for operating the coffee urn in the dressing room.
"We got you a temporary work permit which means the government will let you stay in the country for the duration of your booking - one month. As soon as you stop working here you have 24 hours to leave or you'll be arrested as 'illegal'. They're pretty strict on foreigners coming in and taking jobs from the local girls, so I recommend you keep your nose clean while you're working for me. I've heard the facilities aren't up to your usual standard in the women's prison here."
"I've got a contract and I intend to fulfill it," Sunny said, her back arched. "Just don't try any tricks like making things hard on me thinking I'll breach my contract. I'm sure you'd love to try suing me for that. You haven't changed Jeanna. As long as we've known each other, you've always had to be the one in control. You couldn't stand it when I left you and I know Zara doesn't like that I got there first. Well, I've got a word of advice for the both of you, get over it and deal with it!"
Jeanna sighed and tossed the papers in a drawer. She got up and moved gracefully around her desk to confront Sunny. She went belly-to-belly, eyes locked, with the blonde for several moments. Neither knew how long they were like that before Jeanna finally broke the stare-down and put a hand on Sunny's waist.
"You know I've never forgiven you for the interview you gave when you left. The one where you blamed my getting implants for our break-up. You called it 'grotesque' and you said it was silly. But you know the worst part? It's what you said after I went back to work. You were still steamed about me trying to talk you into getting 'augmented' like me. I can hear your voice like it was just yesterday, you told that TV bitch 'They're not paying for her talent, they're just paying for her fake tits'. I swore I'd make you regret that every day for as long as you live. Well, you're working for me now - I own your ass for the next four weeks."
Sunny twisted out of Jeanna's grasp and backed up to put distance between them in case Jeanna tried something. But the dark-haired temptress didn't start a fight, she just pointed to the door.
"Come on, I'll show you your dressing room. The old man should have your stuff there by now. Get settled in and then you should go to the hotel. Get some rest, I've scheduled a rehearsal for this afternoon. I want you to go through your entire routine so the lighting man can block it. You don't have a problem with that, do you . . . Miss Headliner?"
Sunny muttered something as Jeanna showed her to her dressing room. Sunny hung back a ways as Jeanna walked through the darkened theater, unsure if the manager was leading her to a trap or her dressing room. She didn't relax until Jeanna opened the door to a dressing room and she saw her luggage stacked beside a make-up table. She looked around and her nose crinkled in a little grimace.
"It's not what you'd expect for the star," Sunny said as she backed out the door and looked up and down the hall, checking to see what the other dressing rooms looked like. Jeanna sensed Sunny's thoughts.
"Go check out the others," she said. "If there's one you like better, it's yours. This *is* the headliners dressing room, but if you don't want it, take any one you like."
Sunny spent the next ten minutes looking into each of the other dressing rooms. They weren't much, all were dark, cramped and dank. Obviously, all the renovation money had been spend out front where the customers could see it. Still, the room Jeanna had offered her was the best. She went back and unpacked her suitcases while Jeanna stood smugly and watched. Jeanna, naturally, had a comment about each costume as Sunny hung it. Most comments were derogatory, although she did whistle approvingly of one - a leather dominatrix outfit that looked like a harness of leather straps that crisscrossed Sunny's chest.
"I hope you're gonna use this in your act," Jeanna said as she ran her hands over the supple leather. "This D/S stuff really draws crowds, 'specially on the weekends. They're really into it. You still get off on it as much as before?"
The reference to the time Jeanna and Zara dommed her made the hair on the back of Sunny's neck bristle.
"NO! I don't enjoy it. The outfit's just a sample. I'm not using it in my act and I've no plans to. This's what I'm wearing, I think it'll go over well."
She held up a black leather outfit - a short micro-skirt slit up the side to the hip, a leather bolero jacket that bared her perky breasts when she twirled a little golden lasso. Matching hi-heel boots and a cowboy hat completed the ensemble. Jeanna eyed it coldly and shook her head.
"That won't do at all. Not unless you're gonna tie somebody up and whip them - or do you still get off on being the one spanked and whipped?"
Sunny's face flashed crimson as she stamped her foot angrily and she pointed her finger toward the door.
"Out! Get out of my dressing room this instant! I'm entitled to my privacy and I don't appreciate your remarks about my routine. I worked hard on this and I don't need you denigrating my art. Go on, leave!"
Jeanna bit her lip, but left - slamming the door behind her. Sunny heaved a sigh of relief and slumped in the chair at her dressing table. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and shuddered as she pulled her hair back and ran the tip of her index finger over the lines at the corners of her mouth and eyes.
"Sunny, my girl, what are you doing, putting up with this crap at your age. You should be a major star by now, not bumping and grinding your ass in some Eurotrash dive for the enjoyment of Jeanna and her whore Zara."
She finished unpacking her costumes and left without stopping by the office to see Jeanna. She walked a block to the hotel the club had arranged for her, checked in and took a long, hot bath. Exhausted after an overnight flight and stress of seeing her old enemies Zara and Jeanna, she left a wake-up call and took a nap so she'd be well-rested for her rehearsal later that afternoon.
Surprisingly, the rehearsal went better than expected. The lighting guy was experienced and two run-throughs of her routines gave him all he needed. Not that the stage was so big he'd have a problem. Sunny didn't anticipate any problems when she opened the next night, a Friday. After rehearsal, Sunny was summoned to Jeanna's office. She walked in without knocking and interrupted Jeanna and Zara. Pretty brunette Zara was on her knees under Jeanna's desk with her face between her boss's quivering thighs. Jeanna looked up and idly flicked her finger, motioning for Sunny to, "Come in."
Sunny could only imagine Zara's reaction as, face between Jeanna's legs, she realized her hated rival was standing behind her. Jeanna gave Sunny her "rules of behavior" for the dancers. It was nothing she hadn't heard before, right down to the one about expecting her to do "privates" for important customers when the management ordered. Sunny argued she'd never done "that shit" before and wasn't going to start. Jeanna stopped her with a wave of a hand before the slender blonde was halfway through her self-righteous denial.
Jeanna suddenly grabbed Zara by the hair, mashed her face into her crotch and shuddered to an orgasm with her thighs clamped tightly over Zara's ears. With her legs draped over Zara's shoulders, Jeanna arched her back, moaned and climaxed. Afterward, she leaned back in the chair with her eyes closed to catch her breath. Finally, she sat up and patted Zara's head like a pet dog or something. Jeanna pulled down her skirt while Zara backed out from under the desk on her hands and knees, got to her feet, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and - blushing - walked around Sunny to Jeanna's private bathroom. After she closed (and locked!) the door, Jeanna sat up and shook a finger admonishingly at Sunny.
"Don't give me your crap about not entertaining customers. You know the job's pleasing high rollers and VIP's. Not that I expect a big demand for a 'tit-less wonderbra model' but if . . . when I tell you . . . I expect you to make them think you're having a great time doing them. It's in the contract you signed, although you have to look hard in the fine print to find it. If you need it, my attorney can get you a magnifying glass."
Jeanna threw back her head and laughed as Sunny huffed indignantly at the insinuation she'd "do" the customers at all, let alone to bring pleasure or business to Jeanna and the club owners. Sunny was proud, some of the girls called her 'haughty' or even used less flattering words. She'd fought this fight before and hadn't yet lowered herself to prostitution. She made it clear to Jeanna she wouldn't this time. Her refusal to do the things that most, of not all the other porn stars and strippers, were powerless to refuse rankled many of them. Others, like Sunny's "best buddy" Deidre Holland, respected her stand and supported her.
"Save your breath, Jeanna. Don't even try ordering me to do that. You'll be wasting your breath anyway and Zara must want you to save it for her."
Just then the bathroom door opened and Zara came back wiping her mouth with a paper towel. She tossed the crumpled towel aside and walked up to Sunny who backed up as the tall brunette leaned into her. She jabbed Sunny in the chest with her finger, her long red nail leaving a pink mark on the flawless, pale skin between Sunny's perky breasts.
"You gotta big mouth McKay," Zara hissed. "Keep your beak outta Jeanna and my affair or I might break it. If you ain't careful, what happened last time will be a happy memory compared to what happens this time. The authorities here are more liberal than those cowards in the States. There's nothing I can do to you that'd even raise an eyebrow. They're so damn kinky here, even a pro'd would blush at the stuff they do without blinking an eye."
Sunny drew herself up to her full height, looking Zara right in the eye and spoke in slow, measured tones.
"Look you orally challenged bimbo, I don't care if you spend the next month on your knees worshipping Jeanna's 'Temple of Venus'. But if you lay a hand on me an' I'll rip those plastic nails off all the way back to your shoulder. You understand? Or do you wanna step outside and settle this right now?"
Zara gasped and stopped in her tracks. Before she could answer, Jeanna cleared her throat and stood up. She walked around the desk, her eyes never leaving Sunny's.
"I didn't mention it before, Sunny" Jeanna said with an edge to her voice, "but club policy strictly forbids fighting - without my OK. If you wanna get your hands on Zara, I'll arrange it for you, but I'll be damn sure gonna have a full house paying cover and minimum before I let you two rip each other to shreds. This is a business, not a place to settle personal grievances. You both understand that?"
Sunny and Zara looked at each other, then at Jeanna. They both nodded. Jeanna sighed and waved her hand at Sunny.
"Now, drag your ass back to the hotel and get some rest. I expect your best on stage tomorrow. If you can't do better than draggin' that soft butt of yours around the stage the way you did at rehearsal your stay'll be measured in days, not weeks. Now get out of here before I decide to dig into that fabulous body myself instead of giving Zara the joy of doing it herself."
Sunny wanted to say something, but she thought better of it. Instead, she turned and walked out without saying a word. Zara's chuckling behind her back didn't make it easy, but she knew Jeanna wouldn't hesitate to use her getting into a fight with Zara as an excuse to terminate her contract. Sunny needed the money this gig was paying and if she got fired, it would make Deidre look bad. She hated to admit it, but PJ Sparxx' emergence on the porn scene was making real problems for her - worse than anyone knew. There was only so much work for a blonde with small, but 'real' boobs and right now, PJ was getting it all.
The next night Sunny performed her new act in public for the first time. She worried Europeans wouldn't "get" she was supposed to be playing an American cowgirl with her black leather boots and golden lasso. While she could have chosen a different costume, she was pleased they seemed to pick up the subtle nuances of her performance. The audience really seemed into it by the time she had shed her black hat, black leather micro-skirt, black leather bolero jacket-vest and was down to just a g-string, boots and rope. She played shamelessly to the crowd. She'd toss the lasso over a guy in the crowd, then bump and grind against him. It went over well, or so she thought.
After she finished her three shows, Sunny was in her dressing room sipping a glass of champagne from the complimentary bottle the club provided when Jeanna came in without knocking. As usual, Zara trailed in her wake. Sunny pulled a thin robe around her to hide her naked body from Jeanna's lusty lesbian stare. Jeanna sat on Sunny's dressing table as she talked. As she spoke, she rubbed her leg along Sunny's thigh despite her attempts to evade it. Zara did a slow burn.
"I'm not pleased how the act's going," Jeanna purred as she curled her toes under Sunny's knee. "The audience isn't getting what you're doing and frankly, I don't either. You supposed ta be a BDSM domme or a cowgirl? You gotta know who you are. They don't have cowgirls in Amsterdam, you know. Maybe if you did the show in that little leather harness, you know, the one you wore after Heather Hunter. . . ."
". . . kicked your sorry soft ass," Zara added with a cackle.
Sunny's face turned red as she pushed away from her dressing table, trying to escape Jeanna's invading toes. But Jeanna hooked her foot under the chair and pulled it back, then used her feet to get between Sunny's legs, wedging her heels between the blonde's knees. As Jeanna boldly leaned forward and forced Sunny's legs apart, Zara stepped in and put a stop to it.
"You'd better get back to the office Jeanna," she said. "You're expecting that call from Lisbon, remember? It's about time."
Jeanna looked at her watch and sighed. She stood up, looking down at Sunny who turned away - unable to meet Jeanna's lustful gaze. Jeanna chuckled. On her way out, she slapped Zara's bottom as she squeezed past her lover.
"Now you twos behave while I'm gone," Jeanna purred. "I'd be devastated to hear you had a little fling without me."
As the door closed behind Jeanna, Sunny wondered if she was being set-up. Had Jeanna purposely left them alone so Zara could goad her into a fight. It would be all the excuse Jeanna needed to fire her. Sure enough, Zara took two steps forward, raised her leg and planted her foot on the chair seat between Sunny's legs. An inch more and she could have stomped Sunny's pussy! Zara leaned over, dug a hand into Sunny's long blonde hair and pulled. Sunny's head bent forward until their noses touched.
"I'm not gonna stand around with my thumb in my ass an let you seduce Jeanna," Zara said. "You stay away from her, understand? If I so much as hear of you playing footsie with her again," she hissed, "I'll rip that yellow mop out a handful at a time and then bald that golden bush you flaunt at those horny johns on stage. If that's not enough, I'll rip those pathetic titties off and feed 'em to you. The agents think you got tiny tits already. Ha! They'll mistake you for a boy when I get through pounding you flat."
Sunny pushed Zara and jumped up to face her.
"I'm not afraid of you, bitch. I beat you before and I can do it again if you want. Don't think your friend Jeanna will save you. If you can't see she's trying to get us to fight, you must be blind. You can't be dumber than I think you are, can you? It's not possible."
Before Sunny could raise her hands to protect herself, Zara slapped her so hard it sent her stumbling across the room. Sunny hit the wall face-first and Zara was on her before she could turn around. Zara grabbed Sunny's hair and slammed her face into the wall. She did it again before Sunny could put her hands between her face and the wall to cushion the blow. Then Zara punched her in the kidney and it buckled her knees.
Sunny kneeled, leaning against the wall holding her back. Zara, with a triumphant yell, stepped back and kicked her in the ass. She moaned and went down on hands and knees. Only the wall kept her from collapsing completely. Sunny's body was exposed as Zara drew back her foot and drove the toe of her shiny pump into her belly. Zara heard the rush of air as the breath went out of the blonde and Sunny's slender body flopped on the dirty floor curled in a ball. She lay on her side holding her tummy, her face red and her mouth open as she fought for breath.
"Come on cunt," Zara snarled, "get your sorry ass up. I'll knock you down again. I'm just getting started with this ass kicking."
Zara backed off and let Sunny roll over and slowly, painfully, get to her feet. She used a hand on the wall for support. Her dressing gown hung from one shoulder, her bare breasts red where she hit the wall. She shrugged and shed her gown, letting it fall at her feet. She moved toward Zara breathing hard, her breasts heaving and only her sequined g-string as protection. Zara smiled and set herself, but Sunny didn't charge. Instead, she stopped several feet away and snapped her foot up into Zara's soft belly.
"That's something my Aunt Mitzi taught me," Sunny said as Zara gagged and doubled over holding her stomach.
Sunny grabbed her hair and pulled her head down as she lifted her knee. Her knee met Zara's nose with a solid "crunch" and Zara fell back with a squawk of pain. Her hands went to her nose which ran red. Sunny stomped on Zara's chest and, as she rolled away, kicked her in the back, twice. Each kick brought a satisfying grunt.
Sunny grabbed Zara's wrist and twisted, forcing her to roll over and scramble quickly to her feet. She turned the wristlock into a hammerlock and Zara rose on her tiptoes as Sunny levered her arm up between her shoulders. Sunny shoved Zara headfirst into the wooden door with a loud, "THUMP!" and her body went limp. She slid down in a heap at Sunny's feet, rolled over and lay still.
Sunny was standing over Zara screaming, "Get up if you want some more," when the door flew open and Jeanna ran in followed by two dancers and the doorman. She looked at Zara on the floor and then at Sunny. She was so mad she could only make sounds and stomp her foot indignantly as her tongue stumbled over her words. Finally, she got herself under control.
She grabbed Sunny and pulled her into the hall screaming, "Get in my office! I told you what'd happen if you got in a fight. You're gonna be sorry you crossed me you whore." She looked back over her shoulder at the other strippers and snapped at them, "Take care of Zara. Put her in her dressing room. I'll deal with her later."
Jeanna led Sunny to her office and slammed the door behind her. Sunny crossed her arms over her chest, covering her bosom as Jeanna walked around, stopped in front and crinkled her nose. She looked Sunny's body up and down and smiled. Her right hand shot out and closed over Sunny's g-string. Before Sunny could get free, Jeanna gave a squeeze and removed her hand. She held it to her nose and sniffed.
"Yep, I figured. You got off on that didn't you? Hell, I bet if we hadn't come in, you'da jumped on her face right there in the dressing room wouldn't you?"
Sunny shook her head vehemently, biting her lip nervously and not looking at all convincing in her denial.
"No, that's disgusting. I'd nev. . ."
"Don't lie to me, you silly bitch," Jeanna said holding up her hand. "Your body don't lie. You're aroused by that. Maybe that's why it was so easy when you lost to Hunter? You love this fighting don't you? I bet you'd hump a hairbrush if there wasn't nothing else handy. You ever done that? Or have ya got a little vibrator hidden away in your makeup case? You wouldn't be the first dancer to keep one handy...just in case. Oh, stop blushing."
"You're disgusting Jeanna. I don't know what Zara sees in . . ."
"Oh shut up and quit that self-righteous nonsense. You damn well know Zara loves it. Just like you did when I did it to you. You and her are alike. You love strong women who can push your buttons. The only difference is Zara's admitted it to herself and you haven't, so far. You will though, given time and the right incentive. Like this contract for example."
She held up Sunny's signed contract dramatically. "I could fire you right now for that little scrap, but I won't. Not this time. You know why?"
Sunny nodded.
"You think you can domme me again. Well, you may as well fire me 'cause you got no chance. Not now. There's no Heather Hunter here to wear me down and break my will. Zara sure can't and you're not woman enough. But I kinda hope you try. I owe you for last time. I'd love to return the favor, in spades!"
Jeanna laughed softly and shook her head.
"I wouldn't talk so tough if I was you. You ain't seen me fight lately. I got a few tricks. When I hafta be, I'm a really mean old bitch. Be careful or you'll find out you bit off more'n a mouthful. Now, about your little dust-up with my little Zara. What do you think I should do? The others''l be watching to see if I let you get away with beating up my lover. I can't have you givin' the rest of the girls ideas."
Sunny smiled, "You *could* give me a raise, a bigger dressing room and a bottle of champagne after each performance. Yeah, that and a sharply worded letter telling me not to beat up Zara again. Something like that should be good. You know, set the tone and put everyone on notice that beating up Zara is your job and no one else's. That might work."
Jeanna chuckled and shook her head.
"Somehow, I doubt it'd send the right message. But you're right, I set that up and deserve what happened. Just see it don't happen again. I'll post a letter like you said saying the next time it happens both girls'll be fired. I'll see Zara doesn't start trouble - see you don't either. I've got my eye on that delectable little body and if you step so much as this far outta line," she held her thumb and forefinger an inch apart, "I'll come down on you like a ton of bricks. K?"
Sunny shrugged, "I didn't start the fight and I don't intend to start one. But if she raises a hand to me again, you tell her I'll break it off."
Jeanna smiled, "I'll tell her, but I don't think it'll make any difference. She's jealous of the attention I'm giving you. She's determined to stop it. She can't stop me, so she's made up her mind to remove you from the equation."
Sunny shook her head sadly, "I don't suppose you'd just come out and tell her you aren't interested in me. That you're just doing it to make her jealous."
Jeanna moved closer and slipped a hand under Sunny's elbow, holding her by the waist.
"Now, why would I tell her that? I AM interested. I've been interested in you ever since you walked out on me. You'd be a perfect addition to my little family. Me, Zara, you and ... who knows who else. It'd be fun, don't ya think? I'm still willing to pay for your implants, that's the offer I made Zara. She's thinking it over. Move fast and take advantage of me."
"I know it makes no sense Jeanna," Sunny sighed. "I can't help how I feel. Those things are disgusting and unnatural. Look, me, Zara and a few others are the only ones who still have our own, natural, breasts. I told you when you left it's creepy thinking of you with that stuff in your body. Maybe that's why I stopped loving you, because you changed. I don't know."
Jeanna cupped her breasts and offered them to Sunny.
"You serious? Of course I changed. Look at these babe, they're perfect. Go on, wrap your lips around this and tell me it's not better than before. Your silly pride won't let you admit you need help. Look where your career's at! The 'implant girls' have passed you by. You're an anachronism dear, a throwback. You'd better take advantage of technology while you still have a career. PJ Sparxx is stealing your work. By next year, you won't be able sweep out the headliner's dressing rooms, let alone occupy one."
Red-faced and too upset to respond, Sunny stormed out of Jeanna's office. She ran to her dressing room, slammed the door and locked it. She threw herself in a chair and put her head on the dressing table, her tight body shaking with sobs. She still had a month left on her contract and she was positive Jeanna and Zara were going to make life a living Hell. She didn't know the half of it!
Zara Whites had been outside Jeanna's office and overheard the last part of the conversation between her lover and her blonde rival. She was livid. It was good she didn't have a weapon or she may have killed both Sunny and Jeanna right there and then. She took a couple of deep breaths before she walked into Jeanna's office, slammed the door and confronted her lover who was sitting behind her desk with her feet up pleasuring herself.
"Just in time honey," Jeanna said in her husky, sexy voice. "Get on your knees and show me how much you love me."
Zara leaned against the door with her hands behind her ass and shook her head stubbornly.
"I don't think you letting my teeth near that would be a good idea right now. What's the idea of you coming onto Golden Girl like that? You think I'm stupid or something? That I don't *know* what you two are up to? God, I can't believe I've been so blind. You're just using me until someone better - her - comes along. Damn!"
"Don't be silly," Jeanna said, her face suddenly serious. "What? Were you listening at the door again? I warned you about that after the last time. Don't believe everything you hear. If I'm gonna keep these bitches under control I have to lie to them. You know as well as I do that they'll do anything if you flatter 'em enough. Now, come over here and tell me what's bothering you this time."
Sitting on Jeanna's lap Zara kissed her lover as she apologized for her tantrum.
"I'm so damn jealous of anyone you so much as look at," Zara sighed. "Please tell me you aren't still in love with that McKay slut. I told you last week I didn't want her here. You could've kept her from working here if you wanted. You're still in love with her aren't you? If I know you are, I'd rip out every hair on her body, starting at her head. You told me you were over her, that the last time got it out of your system for good."
Jeanna grinned but shook her head slowly.
"Don't be silly. You know I'd never want anyone over you. I'm just thinking how nice it would be for you to have a pet of your own. Something for you to abuse and torment the way I do you." She grinned as Zara squirmed on her lap. "You'd like to have her as your pet wouldn't you?"
Zara pouted and shook her head.
"No. I want her out of our life permanently and forever. I'd never be sure you weren't keeping her around for yourself instead of me. Tell me you're going to get rid of her right now. I want her gone by the end of the week at the latest. She makes me nervous flaunting herself in front of you every night like she does."
Jeanna sighed. "I can't get rid of her that easy. I told you that last week. The owners hired her without my input so I have to be careful how I handle her. I can't fire her without a reason and that little spat between you two means I have to be extra careful not to look like I'm playing favorites. If you'd behaved like I told you . . ."
Zara hopped off of Jeanna's lap and stood in front of her, her hands thrust on her hips indignantly.
"Dammit, I want you to run that little bitch out of here NOW! You're only delaying it so you can get in her g- again. You aren't fooling me. Let's get Heather Hunter, she'll run Miss Tiny Titties off in no time. If you don't want to, I'll call her myself. Hell, I'll even pay her way over here if it's the money you're worried about."
"It's not that easy," Jeanna said as she tilted her chair back, closed her eyes and massaged her temples. Zara was going to give her another migraine, she could feel it coming. "Sometimes," she thought to herself, "Zara really is a whole lot more trouble than she's worth. If it weren't for that superbly talented tongue . . ."
"Look Zara, darling," Jeanna said aloud, "Heather's not coming, no matter what you offer. She's enamored with Sunny herself. I wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't gotten together last summer when Sunny was touring California. Heather told me she thinks Sunny's just terrific since that boxing match. She went on and on about how courageous she was to keep getting up like that. You remember she wouldn't have anything to do with us after the way we humbled that haughty bitch."
Zara looked at Jeanna with her right eyebrow arched skeptically.
"Really? I don't know if I believe you or not. I just heard you say you'd lie to the girls to get what you want. Maybe you're lying right now. If you can't get Heather, get someone else to run her off. There must be someone who's good enough and willing to take her on."
"I don't want to run her off just yet," Jeanna said. "She'll be on her guard since you botched that attempt to intimidate her in her dressing room. I warned you not to try that with her,. not after she beat you before. You're headstrong Zara, you gotta learn to let me handle the girls my way. But, IF I want someone to do it, there's one obvious candidate, PJ Sparxx. She's got Sunny in the crosshairs already. She's already squeezed her out of video, now she's goin' after her personal appearances. Plus she's tough, I know that firsthand."
"Then call her," Zara said quickly. "Get her here tonight, she's in London. I saw she just closed there last weekend. She's probably hanging around taking in some shows or something. Have you got her number?"
"Yes, I've got her number, but I'm not calling her. Not yet. I've got to be careful. Don't worry, I've got a couple of ideas about how to handle our Miss McKay. Leave her to me. Now, get out and leave me alone, I've got to return this call from Lisbon."
Zara left Jeanna's office, but instead of going back to her dressing room or out to drink with the other girls as usual, she went back to the hotel room she shared with Jeanna. It didn't take her long to find Jeanna's day timer with PJ Sparxx' managers home phone number. Despite the fact it was morning in Los Angeles, she placed the call.
****
The week after her dressing room tussle with Zara and the meeting in Jeanna's office passed quietly for Sunny. She knew better than to think Zara had forgotten about it, but the few times they saw one another Zara didn't say much. She was correct in her dealings with Sunny, no more, no less. Nevertheless, Sunny never turned her back on the brunette and she kept an eye on Jeanna too, certain she was still looking for any excuse to discipline her - warranted or not. Sunny made sure to show up early for rehearsal and performances. After her last show, she'd slip out the stage door to get away from the theater and be alone.
The next Friday during Sunny's last show, PJ Sparxx showed up during her last number. She hung out at the edge of the stage, peeking around the curtain and making faces at the crowd while Sunny danced. Hearing laughter, Sunny was startled and a bit taken aback when she looked over to see her hated rival mugging for the audience. By the time she realized what was happening and went to do something to put a stop to it, PJ had finished disrupted Sunny's act and escaped. PJ had left the building by the time Sunny came off stage, irate and outraged at the breach of professional conduct.
Sunny complained to Jeanna about, "the lack of adequate security backstage" but she just laughed off the complaint and made even made a joke about Sunny being "insecure." She told Sunny it livened up the show and offered to have Zara perform with her next time.
Indignantly, Sunny refused and snapped curtly, "If Zara set's one foot on MY stage, I'll rip her hair out by the roots. And you know very well I can do it."