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Authors name: Kim and Ginny (no address)
Story title : Mitzi gets Marilyn
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Mitzi gets Marilyn (Fdom/F, catfight, celeb)
A Story by Kim and Ginny (no address)
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BACKGROUND: In Hollywood in the 1950's, Marilyn Monroe
was justifiably considered by nearly everyone in the
industry as a major star. Although Mitzi Gaynor was a
premier singer and dancer, she never was regarded in the
same way as Marilyn. Nevertheless, for a few years in
the mid-1950's, both ladies stars shown brightly with
roles in movies such as "Some Like It Hot" and
"Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" for Marilyn and "South
Pacific" for Mitzi.
This incident occurred in 1954 on the set of the movie,
"There's No Business Like Show Business." Twenty-four
year old Mitzi played Katy, a dancer, and twenty-eight
year old Marilyn was, "Vicky" the hat-check girl who
fell in love with Donald O'Connor. In 1954 while the
movie was being filmed, both women got married although
Marilyn's brief marriage to baseball star Joe DiMaggio
sadly ended before the picture was released.
Consequently, both actresses were under considerable
stress in their private lives in addition to the strain
of appearing in a big budget movie.
According to Hollywood insiders, there was friction on
the after Marilyn Monroe was brought in to provide a box
office "boost." To convince her to accept the role, the
studio promised her the lead in "The Seven Year Itch"
the next year. To further accommodate her, they gave
several songs that had been written for Ethel Merman to
Ms. Monroe. It didn't endear Marilyn to the other women
in the picture, especially the aging Merman.
Unfortunately, Marilyn's notorious tardiness only served
to further aggravate matters. Ethel had been angry with
Marilyn since she arrived on the set, but was too
"professional" to show it. Instead, she befriended young
Mitzi Gaynor and poisoned the young dancer toward "that
slutty blonde."
One day Mitzi Gaynor, already a consummate pro at the
tender age of 24, was seen going into Marilyn's dressing
room for a "private meeting." My description of what
followed is based upon information from several sources,
much of it admittedly unsubstantiated and uncorroborated,
but still it makes for a fun read so we wrote a short
story about it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as
we enjoyed researching and writing it.
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Everyone on the set could see the anger on Mitzi's
pretty face. The auburn-tressed actress was an awesome
sight in her shiny gold mid-thigh, wrap-around skirt,
dance tights and tight, low-cut, bolero jacket as she
stormed out of the rehearsal intending to give Marilyn
a piece of her mind. Mitzi was about 5'6" and her firm
120-pound body was that of a well-muscled dancer. While
not big by the Hollywood standards of that era, her 34C
bust, tiny waist and flared hips nevertheless gave the
illusion of a busty figure. Mitzi's legs were her
outstanding feature and they would play an important
part in the events to come.
As was her habit, Marilyn arrived late to the studio
that morning and she was sitting in her dressing room
holding an ice pack on her face to reduce the puffiness
from a late night of drinking with her husband, his
brothers and friends. She'd just asked her maid to get
her costume when Mitzi burst through the door without
pausing to knock.
Mitzi was wearing her little gold dance outfit and high
heels as she pranced into Marilyn's dressing room as the
blonde was lazily starting to apply her make up.
Marilyn, in a rose colored silk robe, black bra and
matching panties had her back to the door. She saw
Mitzi's reflection in her mirror, but didn't react to
her rude intrusion. Mitzi slammed the door behind her
and stood behind the seated Marilyn, tapping her foot
impatiently.
She started to tell the blonde how rude and
unprofessional her behavior was, forcing the others to
wait while she slept in. Marilyn calmly continued
putting on her make up while Mitzi ranted about her
being self-centered and droned on about it being wrong
of her to arrive late, leave early and not even show up
still other times.
Marilyn listened in stony silence (perhaps knowing much
of Mitzi's criticism is true). Mitzi, realizing that she
wasn't getting any reaction, next turned her criticism
on Marilyn's lack of acting talent in addition to her
lack of professionalism. Much or what she said was
merely a repetition of what Mitzi had heard Ethel Merman
say, but it stung Marilyn nevertheless. When Mitzi
grabbed Marilyn's shoulder and pulled her to her feet,
however, the blonde had finally taken enough abuse.
Then Mitzi said, "Hell, even if you do show up all you
do is try and steal all the scenes. I swear, I've got
half a mind to kick your fat ass right out that door
onto the stage, you fat cow!"
Marilyn angrily brushed Mitzi's hand from her shoulder
and walked quickly to the dressing room door, locked it
and turned to face Mitzi with her hands on her hips.
"All right Sweetie," she said in her bitchiest tone, "If
you've come here to make a scene, you've accomplished
what you came for. Now, let's see if you're woman enough
to back up your words with some action. Let's settle
this between us girls once and for all."
Mitzi suddenly looked concerned at the prospect of being
locked in a room with the angry blonde and she quickly
changed her tune, mumbling, "Look, I... well, I didn't
really mean to make you mad... It's just that, well, I
wanted to get you moving. Come on, Marilyn, get on the
set and let's go to work."
Mitzi started to edge toward the door, but Marilyn
snarled, "Oh no, sweetheart, you're not getting off that
easy." She shoved Mitzi back and the lithe dancer caught
her heel in the carpet and fell into Marilyn's chair.
Mitzi realized she'd pushed Marilyn too far and to hide
her fear she started acting cocky and sure of herself in
spite of her lack of cat fighting experience. The dancer
hoped that her physical conditioning, athletic skill and
a large dose of bravado would be enough to bluff her way
out of Marilyn's dressing room without suffering any
damage to either her body or her self-esteem.
Using brave words to hide her fear, "If it's a fight you
want, you fat sow, then come on. I'll kick that fat ass
of yours into the middle of next week." Marilyn had
heard that language before and she angrily started for
Mitzi, but the dancer lashed out, slapping her face and
Marilyn stopped in her tracks, surprised by the woman's
courage. Mitzi, herself surprised by her bravado,
quickly followed up with several more slaps to the
startled blonde's face.
Shocked by Mitzi's attack, Marilyn grabbed Mitzi's short
reddish hair and began to push her backwards. Mitzi
retaliated with two handfuls of Marilyn's blonde hair
and even added a couple of desperation kicks to the
actress' shins for good measure.
Marilyn was surprised by the speed and viciousness of
the inexperienced dancers attack, perhaps even hurt a
little as well. But Marilyn was an experienced cat
fighter and she knew where the fight would end by the
amateurish, ineffectual and weak way that Mitzi was
fighting.
Mitzi was shaken by Marilyn's thrust and she gasped in
surprise and, buoyed by her apparent early success,
broke into a smug grin. "OK, if that's what you want you
blonde whore, I'm ready." Mitzi unbuttoned her bolero
jacket and tossed it on the studio couch the studio
provided for their major stars. In her halter-top and
mid-thigh skirt, the auburn-haired dancer was an
impressive sight. Marilyn, her full figure exposed as
she unbelted and tossed away her robe, was a vision of
loveliness in her scandalous black underwear.
Next to the trim, fit 24-year-old Mitzi, the roundly
full-figured 28-year-old blonde looked soft and out of
shape but as Mitzi ruefully admitted years later, "You
know that old saying, `Looks can be deceiving'? well it
certainly was true in Marilyn's case. She was a lot
stronger than me or anyone else who ever tangled with
her, could have imagined."
The two women circled warily as Mitzi sought to launch
one of her famous "chorus kicks" that later in a brief
cat fighting career dropped several women for "the
count." Mitzi targeted Marilyn's soft mid-section,
feeling it would be vulnerable and when she saw an
opening, she drove her foot into the blonde's soft
belly. The resulting grunt and Marilyn's wince of pain,
confirmed her theory! Marilyn backed away rubbing her
churning belly as Mitzi advanced confidently toward the
cowering blonde.
"You're going to be sorry you ever took this role,"
Mitzi taunted her. Marilyn remained silent, preferring
to let her fists do her talking as she had in so many
fights during her youth growing up in foster homes where
she'd been sexually abused by both men and women alike.
Mitzi closed the distance and when Marilyn fell for a
fake and jumped back, bending forward from the waist,
Mitzi grabbed two handfuls of the actresses' peroxide
blond hair. Marilyn screamed in pain as Mitzi forced her
to her knees and then kicked her in the left breast.
Marilyn doubled over and Mitzi had no trouble pushing
her down on her belly and straddling her waist.
She held Marilyn's hair and pounded her head on the
carpet several times until she felt the blonde's body go
limp between her thighs. Mitzi rose and wiped her hands
on her skirt, "You aren't so tough," she muttered as she
stood over the fallen star. Suddenly, however, Marilyn,
who had faked unconsciousness, turned over and grabbed
Mitzi's ankles, spreading the dancer's legs grotesquely.
If she hadn't been a dancer and in peak physical
condition, she might have suffered a terrible injury but
instead she did a "split" and dropped her ass on
Marilyn's belly. Mitzi dug her fingers into the blonde's
large, soft breasts and used her long fingernails to
bring an anguished cry from the tortured blonde's lips.
As Mitzi ripped at Marilyn's soft breasts, the blonde
was trying desperately to unseat the auburn-haired
dancer from her belly. Finally, using a handful of
Mitzi's own firm tit flesh, Marilyn threw her tormentor
off and scrambled to her feet. Marilyn was already
breathing heavily, but the fit Mitzi had barely broken a
sweat. "What's the matter Norma?" Mitzi taunted, using
Marilyn's real name, "All of your partying leave you a
little out of breath?" Marilyn gritted her teeth and
lunged for the trim redhead.
Mitzi anticipated the attack and she stepped aside and
drove her knee into the blonde's belly just above the
swell of her well-used pussy. Marilyn's eyes widened in
shock as she clutched herself and slowly slumped to her
knees gasping for breath. Mitzi stepped behind Marilyn
and, holding her by the hair, punched her in the
kidneys, twice! Marilyn grunted, twice, and collapsed
facedown on the floor. Mitzi stepped over her fallen
rival and squatted in front of Marilyn's flushed and
gasping face.
"Admit it cunt," she hissed, "you're too worn out and
out of shape to be a success in this town. Why don't you
call the studio head and tell him you made a mistake,
that you don't have what it takes to make it in this
business." Tears filled Marilyn's eyes and she pushed
herself up to her knees using her arms alone. Mitzi
stepped back and wiggled her fingers tauntingly at her.
"Come on, bitch, get up. I'd like nothing more than to
knock your fat ass down again." Marilyn rose rockily to
her feet and was still unprepared when Mitzi suddenly
lashed out with another of her "chorus kicks," driving
her heel into Marilyn's big breast.
The blonde goddess flipped over backward and landed flat
on her back on the floor holding her battered breast
with both hands. Mitzi calmly walked around Marilyn and
knelt with her knee on the gasping woman's chest. "Give
it up, you fraud, before I kick those melons of yours
all the way through your chest."
Marilyn wiped the tears from her eyes and shook her
head. "Never," she gasped through pursed lips. Slowly,
the struggling blonde rolled on her side and tried to
rise, but Mitzi was ready for her and kicked her in the
belly yet again.
As Marilyn flopped around on the floor, Mitzi grabbed
her by the hair and lifted her to a sitting position.
She sat on the floor behind her and wrapped her
powerful, dancers legs around Marilyn's waist. She
locked her ankles and began to squeeze. Marilyn's face
showed the pain she was feeling as the auburn-haired
dancer squeezed her like a giant python crushing its
prey.
Marilyn was gasping for breath and her face was flushed
as Mitzi continued to apply pressure. To increase the
blonde's discomfort, Mitzi reached over Marilyn's
shoulders and grabbed both breasts with her talon-like
claws. Marilyn shrieked in pain as Mitzi's well-
manicured fingernails sliced easily through the lacy
cups of her expensive bra and buried themselves in her
pale flesh. Tears welled in the actresses' eyes as Mitzi
increased the pressure.
Marilyn was an experienced fighter, however, and pain
actually made her fight harder. In a tremendous effort
of will, she managed to twist her torso until she was
able to lift her arm and drive her elbow into the hard,
bony part of Mitzi's groin above her pussy. Mitzi's legs
flopped open, allowing Marilyn to roll free and scramble
to her feet taking several deep breaths in the process.
The women faced off again and this time Marilyn used her
fists on the auburn-haired chorine. In the next few
minutes, Mitzi hit the floor several times, only to rise
again and renew the struggle. Whenever they wrestled on
the floor Marilyn was on top, each time the dancer was
able to throw her off and regain her feet. Eventually,
however, the blonde landed several hard shots in a row
that took the momentum away from Mitzi but even when she
was hurt Mitzi tried gamely to fight back. She continued
her assault on Marilyn's soft belly and big boobs
although her slapping, a few ineffectual punches and
even raking them with her long fingernails couldn't keep
Marilyn at bay.
Marilyn kept up her attack on Mitzi's lower mid-section
after her initial success, driving one hard punch after
another low into her stomach, and bringing her fists and
elbows up from below whenever she was in position to do
so.
Marilyn's powerful punches eventually wore down the fit
young dancer and when Marilyn backed Mitzi against the
wall and delivered three crushing punches in rapid
succession to Mitzi's weakened belly, her legs buckled
and she slowly sagged to the floor. Marilyn went right
down with her and both women ended up kneeling on the
floor gasping for breath.
Marilyn still had on the remains of her tattered bra,
which was dangling precariously from one of her
scratched and bleeding breasts. The pain in Mitzi's face
was clear as she lay curled on the floor holding her
belly and gasping for air. After a few moments, Marilyn
staggered to her feet sucking air into her burning
lungs. "Let's see how you like it, bitch!" she hissed as
she drew back her foot and drove it into Mitzi's right
breast. The slender dancer's body shuddered with the
impact and she was thrown back against the wall where
she lay in a beaten, moaning heap of quivering flesh.
Marilyn grabbed Mitzi by the hair and using her upper
body strength, lifted her to her feet. Marilyn resumed
Mitzi's beating, driving three or four more punches into
the dancers mid-section before she could raise her hands
to defend herself. When she tried to fend off Marilyn's
attack to her belly, however, she left her face
unprotected and Marilyn wound up and swung again from
the heels! The roundhouse right exploded on the point of
the dancer's chin, snapping her head back and to the
side. Mitzi was out cold before her limp body even hit
the floor.
As her battered foe lay in a heap at her feet, Marilyn
slowly unbuttoned the auburn-haired dancers halter and
unsnapped the strapless brassiere beneath it. Marilyn
licked her lips hungrily as she ran her hands over the
silky flesh of the young woman's perfect cones. Her
thumbs flipped the nubs of Mitzi's nipples and they
responded to her touch in spite of the dancer's
condition. "Oh, you are a hot one," Marilyn chuckled as
she bent to suck on one of the dark little bumps of
flesh before she resumed stripping the woman's
unresisting body.
She unbuttoned Mitzi's skirt and slowly worked it down
over her round hips, dragging her panties and tights
down with it. Mitzi was beginning to stir as Marilyn
pulled her tights over her ankles and she rolled the
groggy dancer onto her belly and used the tights to
bind her arms behind her back. With her elbows pulled
together, Mitzi's firm breasts were thrust forward as
her bosom was forced outward by her arms position. As
she slowly regained consciousness, Mitzi realized she
couldn't move her arms and a look of panic filled her
pretty face.
Marilyn stood over her, looking down and smirking at
her, "You were a lot tougher than I expected, so I'm not
going to hurt you as much as I have some others."
Mitzi looked around in panic as Marilyn began to roll
her black panties down her thighs. While the blonde was
distracted, Mitzi scrambled to her feet and tried to run
toward the closed and locked door in a final desperate
attempt to escape. Marilyn just stuck out her foot and
tripped the young woman who, unable to use her hands to
break her fall, landed heavily on her breasts on the
rough wool carpet. The wool fibers scratched and cut her
sensitive nipples as she slid on her chest. She
remembered thinking to herself, "That's going to hurt
in the morning!"
Marilyn grabbed Mitzi by the hips, lifted them and
dropped her on her knees. She was face down on the
carpet, her breasts mashed flat by the weight of her
torso, with her ass jutting into her air as Marilyn
knelt behind her. Before Mitzi realized what was
happening, Marilyn rammed her right hand between the
dancer's parted legs. "No!" she gasped as she realized
what was about to happen, but it was already too late!
Marilyn laughed as she wiggled her fingers and forced
first one, then a second into Mitzi's surprisingly moist
pussy. She began to work her as she had so many others
she'd had in that position before Mitzi and, like them,
Mitzi couldn't help but respond to Marilyn's expert
fingering technique. As her breathing became more rapid,
her hips began to thrust against Marilyn's forearm. Now
that Mitzi was aroused, the blond had no problem working
still another finger inside Mitzi's gaping hole. As
Mitzi really started getting into it, Marilyn pushed a
fourth finger in beside the first three. Marilyn heard
Mitzi gasp when she twisted her wrist sideways and
slowly pushed her thumb into Mitzi's tight asshole.
Marilyn worked slowly, knowing exactly what Mitzi was
feeling, as she used her fingers to bring the redhead
to the brink of an orgasm and then held her there until
Mitzi begged her for release. When Marilyn finally
permitted it, Mitzi's orgasm was a powerful one that,
literally, knocked the legs out from under her. She
collapsed on her belly on the carpet, but her hips
continued to grind against Marilyn's hand. Tears of
shame and humiliation were streaming down the young
woman's cheeks, but there was also a satisfied grin on
her lips.
Using her hand in Mitzi's pussy and a handful of her
auburn hair, Marilyn picked the woman up from the floor
and tossed her onto the bed. "Here's a little something
to remember me by," Marilyn hissed as she started to
spank the dancer's tight ass. By the time Marilyn
stopped nearly fifteen minutes later, Mitzi had climaxed
twice more from the sensations created by clenching and
releasing her abdominal muscles. And she was sobbing
uncontrollably, gasping for breath and babbling
incoherently. As soon as Mitzi caught her breath, she
begged Marilyn for mercy but the cruel blonde just
laughed at her and shook her head.
She flipped Mitzi onto her back and swung her leg over
her body as she straddled the dancer's heaving chest..
"Now Miss Tap-dancer," she cooed seductively as she
stroked Mitzi's cheek, "I've given you several orgasms
and you've done nothing for me. It's time to make a
decision. You can either lick my pussy and, if you do a
real good job, I'll untie you and let you go back to
your dressing room more or less in one piece; or you can
lie there until I suffocate you. It's your choice."
With that, Marilyn inched forward until her dark pubic
hair covered Mitzi's nose and mouth. At first Mitzi
didn't do anything, but when Marilyn pinched her nipples
a couple of times and threatened to spank her some more,
she broke down and tearfully began to tongue the blonde
toward an orgasm.
Outside Marilyn's dressing room, stagehands, extras,
several maids and costume people had gathered and
listened to the sounds of the scuffle. Once it became
silent, they exchanged glances and everyone wondered
which of the willful women would emerge victorious.
Almost unanimously, they expected it would be the fit
young dancer that emerged. That was why everyone was
stunned when the door opened and a naked Marilyn Monroe
come through the door dragging Mitzi's nude and
unconscious body by her short auburn hair. She dragged
her across the twenty or so feet of space that separated
Marilyn's dressing room from Ethel Merman's and dumped
the limp body on Ethel's doorstep.
Marilyn pounded on the door with her fist and, after a
long wait, Ms. Merman opened it. Marilyn hissed to the
old actress, "Here's your hired gun, Bitch! Next time,
don't send a girl to do a woman's job." With that, she
turned and strode proudly back to her dressing room
where she quickly dressed and went to the set. Mitzi lay
on her face, barely aware of what was going on around
her. A young costume assistant went to her, took the
groggy dancer in her arms and helped her to her feet. As
she did, her right hand cupped the dancer's firm breast
and the contact made Mitzi groan in pain.
She didn't move her hand, however, for she'd never felt
a "star" breast before and it excited her terribly.
"Bring her in here," Ethel snapped at the young woman
and stepped aside as the young girl dragged Mitzi's
scratched and bleeding body into her dressing room.
After laying the groggy dancer on Ethel's bed she turned
to go, but she paused when she saw Ethel's hands push
open Mitzi's limp legs then slide upward to the gaping
wet hole between them. The girl smiled as she realized
how much she envied the aging actress at the moment
Ethel bowed her head and gently kissed the battered
mound between Mitzi's legs.
Not surprisingly, Mitzi didn't return to work for
several days after the fight, but when she did, she and
Marilyn got along famously. In fact, the two were
considered "friends" from that day until Marilyn's death
a short eight years later.
The End
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