Early into their Hollywood phases, both actresses knew
the stakes and desperately wanted their films and work
to win here at Cannes. Penelope Cruz and Monica
Bellucci were the toast of attention at Cannes, their
films being most eagerly discussed, and the two being
by far the best looking women amongst the actresses in
the movies being screened. Flash bulbs and celebrity
attention followed their each move. This year, even
the jury was glamorous! Meg Ryan, having been here and
done that, held the center stage as the press lapped
her up at each event. The stunningly beautiful but yet
to be discovered Aishwarya Rai (Ash, as she was
called) was also on the jury. A former model, Miss
World and now a superstar actress in India, Ash held
national attention back home. Here, she looked
gorgeous and sensual as usual, but being relatively
unknown to fans in the west, hung around the
sidelines, more as an audience than as a star.
The dinner ball was its usual glamorous event it is
each year, with its galaxy of stars. One could see
Penelope and Monica both attracting attention as they
walked around and socialized with others. In her black
evening gown laced on sleeveless shoulders, Monica
looked stunning – her creamy silky skin glowing with
the contrasting dress, her erect stance conveying the
kind of oomph that comes with beauty, sexiness and
confidence bordering on arrogance – like Sharon Stone
the year after Basic Instinct!
Dressed in white flowing evening dress that revealed
tanned and toned calves, Penelope looked simply
gorgeous – her gloved forearms amply highlighting her
shapely biceps. She was a picture of grace and
confidence, warmly smiling around to more than her
usual share of attention. Her slender 5’6″ frame
accentuated with high heels, Penelope stood tall over
Tom like Nicole once did – maybe that was what was
bothering Nicole, who had chosen not to attend for
even during the day, Nicole barely smiled.
Ash, her 5’7″ tall lithe body draped in lemon yellow
evening wear that stopped just short of her knees,
looked around – she was used to being looked at, not
looking over or around!
“My time shall come soon!” thought Ash, looking down
to check herself.
Pretty and pedicure feet, with silver nails shining
through the open sandals, showed well-toned calves
accentuated by medium pinpoint heels. Content with her
dress, she walked up to talk to Penelope, the new
Cruise. During the meal, Monica had noticed Ash
clasping Penelope’s one hand in both hers as the two
warmly smiled and conversed. Monica gazed at the girl
Julia Roberts had said to be “most beautiful women on
earth”. Monica could see Ash was beautiful all right,
but Monica’s flushing cheeks betrayed her feline
instincts expected when one beauty checks another one
“She’s the one you need to work on – I’m on your side”
the raspy hiss almost caught Monica unawares as Meg,
walking up behind Monica and, standing on her side,
continued, “You’ve done a great job in Matrix – not to
mention looking your usual sexy self!” Monica beamed
at the compliment. The two talked some more and that
The morning sun streaming through tall glass windows
on her, Monica was up in her bed the next morning,
animatedly discussing her business matters with her
agent in LA. They discussed, besides others, the part
in the next Bond movie, which was getting finalized.
Hanging up, Monica seemed perturbed. She needed a win
here, and didn’t like the look of Ash’s over friendly
rendezvous with Penelope last night. She phoned hotel
reception to check which room Ash was in, and hung up
with a smile. NEXT DOOR!!
After several minutes, Monica hung up and stretched
her arms wide, her breasts stretching the creamy satin
nightie to its limit. Slumping to normalcy, she now
stretched her legs far and wide, the nightie riding up
to her creamy thighs, revealing her sexy legs in the
sunshine. She got up – there was work to do!
Putting on her slide-in Italian sandals, Monica got up
to pay Ash a visit and sort out any differences that
might later on cost her the award. She paused at the
door, remembering she wore nothing beneath her dress
but her impish smile confirmed she probably didn’t
wish to anyway! Monica stepped out of her room and
knocked softly on Ash’s door.
“Come in!” Ash said in a crisp and commanding voice.
She was ready to take her shower, and was in her hotel
bathrobe with a large towel wrapped on her head. She
stood near the bathroom door, expecting room service.
Instead, she saw Monica, in her satin cream lingerie,
her dark bush showing through the thin cloth. Ash
could feel her cheeks heat up, seeing Monica in her
sexy attire. Even without makeup, Monica made Ash
nervous about her own looks. Ash sized up Monica,
noticing she was an inch or so shorter, slightly
meatier, but with much bigger butt and rounder thighs
- a woman’s butt.
Monica quickly closed the door and walked in, stopping
just short of a surprised Ash. Their breasts didn’t
touch, but said it all. Ash was trying to control her
erection, but the nipples rose steadily. Monica stood
with her larger breasts firmly jutting forward, as if
to claim victory through posture alone.
“I saw you with your friend Penelope last night. Just
want us to be clear that an award here is important to
me…. important enough for me to walk in this way and
make sure you understand” Monica stated
“Hmm…so you came in expecting me to TAKE YOUR SIDE?”
Ash’s eyebrows lifted, her face showing disdain over
the thought itself. How could someone expect this from
competition? Ash continued. “You really ought to get
back to your room. We have nothing to discuss on this
subject. I shall do as I please. After all, I’m
Ash saw a blur and then SLAP! SLAP! Two resounding
slaps landed on her cheeks, making her cry out more
from shock than pain. Monica was quick! Before Ash
could even react, SMACK! Came Monica’s fist, finding
Ash’s belly button, making her step back. SMACK!
Another blow and, finally, Ash reacted. She caught
Monica’s wrists and charged her, pushing Monica back
towards the bed, and with every ounce of strength in
her, Ash body slammed Monica, sending her sprawling on
her back, landing on Ash’s bed.
“You bitch!! How DARE you!!” screamed Ash as she
quickly mounted the prone Monica, straddling her. With
her bathrobe flying backwards, Ash gripped Monica’s
long hair now, pulling her foe up and down on the bed.
“I’ll teach you not to mess with me!” Ash continued
Monica tried to lift her legs, but Ash moved forward,
pressing down Monica’s tits. Ash’s sexy toned legs
curled around her knees as she pressed home her
advantage. Monica bucked but Ash managed to stay
astride the hot Italian babe. Monica freed her arms
from under Ash’s legs, while Ash continued to pull
Monica by her hair, the two struggling on the bed.
Monica’s feet rested on the bed, her knees raised and
spread, the dress parting to reveal thick luscious
bush twisting around with Monica’s squirming
Monica raised her hands to grab Ash’s breasts,
catching Ash off guard. Relaxing her grip on Monica’s
hair, Ash tried to pry Monica’s hands off her breasts,
but of no use. Monica squeezed and squeezed hard, even
through the thick towel cloth of Ash’s dress. Ash was
moaning, her chin raised, her face contorted with pain
and arousal as Monica’s firm hands continued their
work. Ash jerked her head, the bath towel coming off,
and Ash’s silky long black hair falling down her body
in cascades. Ash backed off, hoping to get her breasts
out of Monica’s reach, which turned the tables on her.
Monica raised her feet in the air and quickly locked
both her feet around Ash’s neck, which came within
reach as Ash was arched back. Monica pushed her legs
down, and with it, Ash – her neck firmly gripped
between Monica’s feet locked at the ankles.
“Aaargh!” Ash gargled her screams while her legs
straightened, then lifted, as Monica broke the
straddle. Monica’s hands pried open Ash’s bathrobe,
the cotton waist tie coming off and falling over the
bed on the floor. All Ash could now see were Monica’s
feet in front of her face. Ash knew she was going
down, her robe was parted open, and felt the room air
on her body.
Ash was nude inside – her shapely midriff bent, her
breasts juggling free under their own weight, her
black crop of pussy hair slightly wet with sweat.
Monica’s nails dug into Ash’s belly, sliding down to
reach the mound. Had it not been for Monica’s feet
clasping down Ash’s mouth, Ash’s screams would have
brought in the fire brigade.
“Ooooh! Oh My Gaawd!!!” Ash rambled between lungfuls
of anguished screams.
Monica pushed her legs further down, sending Ash off
the bed landing on the floor of the room, with Ash’s
legs flying up in a cyclic motion. Ash fell down in a
heap, her bathrobe off her body, completely nude – at
As Monica climbed off the bed to dig into Ash, she
felt a pain rising in her belly, then doubled up when
Ash’s second kick landed square on Monica’s pussy.
“Aaieee!” Monica wailed, clutching her mound with both
Ash got up on her feet and spun her arms around in
tight slaps and punches, landing on Monica’s beautiful
face left and right, with some landing on Monica’s
“I’m going to CRUSH you, you old bitch!” Ash snarled
while dishing out punishment with both hands, standing
tall, beating up Monica Bellucci who was sitting up on
the bed, but trying to protect her face from the
barrage of blows Ash was hurling down at her.
“Want some more, bitch!” Ash finally stopped, pausing
to rest her arms from this sudden and tiring activity.
“NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” thundered Ash, expecting
Monica to comply.
Monica seized this opportunity she was hoping for.
Enraged at being humiliated and bettered in the fight,
she seethed in rage as she looked up at Ash, and
jumped forward. Monica’s head smacked into Ash’s gut,
while Monica’s arms caught Ash around her knees. The
forward thrust sent Ash flying, her legs lifted, to
land on the floor with a loud THUD. Monica got up on
her feet and took the four steps to get to Ash who was
lying on the floor on her back, her arms clutching her
waist by the sides, her face in pain and shock from
this last tackle.
Monica kicked her heel into Ash’s crotch, bring in
loud cries as Ash tried to place her hands down to
protect her exposed pussy. “Ooooph! Uiiiieee!!” Ash
cried aloud as Monica landed kicks between Ash’s
“NOW I’ll TAME you, you wimp! COME ON AND FIGHT!”
roared Monica, her legs lifting up and down as kicks
rained on poor Ash who was already far past pain. She
writhed on the floor, crying openly, sobbing loudly as
Monica’s kicks started at inside of her thighs, and
causing more damage.
Finally, Ash bawled out her surrender, “Stop it! STOP
IT PLEASE!! Oh stop Monica, PLEASE STOP!!”
But Monica was still furious and she pulled Ash’s arms
up as she placed her right foot on her beaten foe’s
breasts, pulling as hard as she could while Ash
screamed and wailed, continuing to plead for mercy.
“So you’ll teach me a lesson, huh!” PULL! “Teach ME a
lesson!!” Monica growled as she released Ash’s arms,
letting Ash slump back on the floor. Then Monica bent
down and straddled her, sitting on Ash’s stomach.
“Straddling ME!” Monica screamed as she lashed out
vicious slaps that rocked Ash, swivelingher head with
each cuffing blow.
“Nooo! I’m sorry…” wailed a sobbing Ash. “Please.
Monica stopped, resting her arms on her hips. She then
lifted up slightly, taking off her lingerie and
flinging it on the floor by her side. She now sat back
on Ash’s belly, fully nude. Ash felt the warmth and
tingling caused by Monica’s thick bush. Slowly, Monica
eased upwards until she had Ash’s arms pinned under
her shins. Lifting herself, Monica first placed her
bush on Ash’s left breast. The nipple vanished into
Monica’s mound. Ash blushed, closing her eyes in shame
and turning her head to one side on the floor. Her
sobs and sniffles were subsiding, but no words came to
Monica then repeated this with Ash’s other breast, and
finally pulled back. She caught Ash’s chin between her
fingers of her left hand, straightening Ash’s face to
look up at Monica’s piercing, triumphant gaze. Monica
smiled slowly, glancing down at Ash’s glistening wet
nipples dipped in her juices.
“Very friendly with Penelope!” Monica slapped Ash on
her left cheek with her free right hand, holding Ash’s
face with her left handed grip. “So now, darling, tell
me if you will judge me fairly!” Not getting an
answer, Monica punctuated the sentence again, pausing
at each word with a tight slap to Ash’s face.
Ash cried out “Oh Pleeease! Monica, let me GO!”
Knowing she couldn’t leave her until she got her
answer, Ash finally sobbed, “Yes! I’ll be fair. I’ll
even favor you, if Meg allows!”
“Oh Meg WILL, dear Ash!” Monica mockingly pouted a
kiss down at Ash as she got up. “Get on your knees.
NOW!” ordered Monica, to the beaten Ash.
Ash rose on her knees, looking up at the lovely
goddess who had thrashed her so convincingly in her
own room. Picking up the bathrobe cloth belt, Monica
looped it around Ash’s neck, using it to draw her
closer and closer until Ash’s nose rubbed Monica’s
pussy. By instinct, Ash planted a kiss on the superior
woman’s pussy; burying her face in the thicker,
denser, lusher bush. Ash’s nipples grew harder as she
ate Monica up! Monica grunting in pleasure till she
came on Ash’s face, knowing she now had the edge over
Wordlessly, she released Ash, slipped on her lingerie
and walked out of the room. Ash sat there, feeling
belittled, but not knowing whether she felt pain more
than pleasure. She slowly got up and went into a long
hot shower which she now badly needed