(This series is pure fantasy. Please enjoy it as such.)
For our latest edition of Celebrity Sexfights, we have two sexy New Yorkers putting their hot bodies on the line, with Leah Remini from King of Queens, taking on former Blue Bloods star, Jennifer Esposito.
This matchup has been in the works since day one, but we haven't been able to iron out the details until just recently. Agents for both stars haggled for weeks over prize money, format, wardrobe, and consequences for the loser. One side even suggested a predetermined outcome, demanding his client be the winner. Needless to say, our answer was a hard NO.
The two stars took to social media, calling each other out over the littlest things. It set the tone for an intense confrontation. The trash talking was non-stop. If the pregame hype was any indication, this was geared up to be one of our best matches yet.
We remodeled the arena, adding some luxury suites up above, and some additional seating on each end, making room for over five hundred more people.
We needed every bit of it. It was another packed house for Celebrity Sexfights.
There would not be any bikinis tonight. We wouldn't be seeing our favorite stars strolling into the arena in skimpy bathing suits. For whatever reason, the two beautiful women decided to go with short skirts and high heels instead. Don't ask me why.
Jennifer Esposito was the first contestant to be introduced, and now I can see why they chose to go with a more conservative wardrobe. She walked confidently down the runway, showing off her long lean legs, in a schoolgirl outfit. She was wearing a white button-down blouse and a plaid mini skirt. I never realized how gorgeous this woman was. There's something about seeing a 50-year-old woman dressed like a teenager, that drives me crazy.
Leah Remini looked just as hot. The dark haired beauty with the world's loveliest pouty red lips, was absolutely stunning. Her legs weren't quite as long as Jennifer's, but they were very toned, with thick muscular thighs. Leah looked more like a high-class hooker than a schoolgirl, wearing a bright red blouse and a black leather mini skirt. She stopped at the top of the runway with her hands on her hips and a determined scowl on her face. She looked like she was ready to kick some ass.
Leah slowly strolled down the aisle, refusing to smile or acknowledge the crowd. She was focused on one thing: fucking the shit out of Jennifer Esposito.
The King of Queens star climbed into the ring, staring down her rival as she went to her corner. Leah bent over, taking off her high heels, ready to do battle. Not once did she take her eyes off of her opponent. Leah didn't have any respect for Jennifer. She claimed she was the better woman, and couldn't believe she had to prove it.
Jennifer just sat back against the ropes, with a mischievous smile, staring back at the confident TV star. She wasn't intimidated at all. Jennifer kicked off her heels, as she stepped forward, ready to go. The Italian hottie couldn't wait to go toe to toe with the pouty brunette.
The two beauties met in the center of the ring in their bare feet, defiantly getting in each other's face. Jennifer was almost four inches taller than Leah, towering over the sassy brunette trying to intimidate her.
Leah wasn't having it and sucker punched the slender brunette with a powerful shot to her stomach. Jennifer doubled over in pain, caught off guard by the cheap shot. Leah grabbed her groaning rival by the hair, leading her over to the ropes, slamming her head into the padded corner post.
Jennifer fell to floor, onto her hands and knees, dazed by the vicious attack. Leah bent over, tugging on the back waistband of Jennifer's red and green plaid skirt. She was pulling with such force, she was practically lifting her stunned opponent off the ground. Leah continued to yank on Jennifer's schoolgirl outfit, pulling the short skirt completely off.
The crowd roared as the match got off to a wild start, turning into a stripfight. Leah may have been smaller, but she was mean and feisty, getting the jump on Jennifer. She backed off toward the center of the ring, huffing and puffing as she stared back at her staggered opponent, holding onto her skirt as if it were her prize.
Jennifer got to her feet, with her white blouse hanging down, barely covering her skimpy white cotton undies. Her long tanned legs were on display, as the beautiful actress slowly walked back toward Leah, looking to even things up. She thought this was supposed to be a sexfight, not All-Star Wrestling.
Getting face to face with Leah, she was met with a hard slap to the cheek, knocking her back a step. Jennifer turned around, holding her jaw, as Leah defiantly stood there with her hands on her hips, staring her down.
"You want some more, bitch? I can do this all day!"
Leah snapped at Jennifer, giving her a mean look, threatening her with more of the beat down.
"I'll kick your ass all over this mat if that's what you want. You don't stand a chance of winning a sexfight with me."
"First I'll rip your clothes off, then I'll rip an orgasm out of your skanky pussy."
Jennifer had heard enough. She never liked the arrogant bitch, and now she knew why. Leah thought she was hot shit, and that the whole world should kiss her ass. Well not Jennifer.
The slim brunette cautiously approched the prima donna a third time, looking to bring the cock bitch down a few notches. When she saw Leah ball up her fist, she ducked, avoiding the next punch, driving her shoulder into Leah's midsection, knocking her back against the ropes. Jennifer wrapped her arms around the sassy Milf, looking to get some payback, hoping to tear off her clothes. All she could do was pull on the red top that was tucked into Leah's leather skirt. It became untucked and stretched out, but Leah survived the attack with her clothes intact. They spun around the ring, pulling on each other's long dark hair, and clawing at each other's tops.
Buttons were flying everywhere as Leah yanked on Jennifer's white blouse, ripping it wide open. Her flat tummy and white bra were partially exposed as the women remained locked together in a hair-pulling stalemate in the center of the ring.
Jennifer made another attempt at Leah's red top, tugging on it, pulling it over her head. It finally came off, with Leah left standing there with her messed up hair, covering up her lacy black bra. She gave Jennifer an icy stare, pissed that she lost her top.
She took her time setting up her next attack on her scantily clad opponent. She knew the fans were getting their jollies watching her parade around the ring in her black bra, plunging neckline and black leather mini skirt.
It could be worse. She could have been like Jennifer, down to her white bra and panties, with her white shirt ruined, barely clinging to her toned body.
Leah lunged at Jennifer, grabbing her white shirt by the collar, ripping it, pulling what was left down over her shoulders. Jen tried to fend her off, reaching for the aggressive brunette's throat, as they spun around the ring, looking to gain control.
Leah yanked down on the tattered white blouse, ripping it even more, immobilizing Jennifer's arms at the same time. She spun her around, pulling the torn schoolgirl blouse completely off, leaving Jennifer down to her underwear.
She looked pretty hot in her white bra and panties, which contrasted nicely with the olive-skinned beauty's killer body. However, she was in jeopardy of losing that too, as Leah had a finger hooked on Jen's bra strap. She was pulling on it while Jennifer had a grasp of the black leather mini skirt.
It was a tug-of-war with Jennifer's bra being stretched out along with Leah's skirt. The brawl was intense, with each woman wanting to humiliate the other as much as earn the win. Jennifer's bare tit was starting to show as Leah had a firm grip on her bra, which looked like it was ready to snap.
The King of Queens star was hell bent on getting her foe naked. She pulled the bra strap down over Jennifer's shoulder, exposing her left breast. She quickly reached for the other side, and suddenly Jen was topless, with her bra hanging down around her waist.
Leah paid the price for her quest to get Jennifer naked. While focusing on removing her bra, she let her guard down allowing her rival to take her down.
The brash beauty found herself flat on her back, staring up at Jennifer's bare breasts. The Blue Bloods star had her pinned to the floor with her firm medium sized tits dangling just inches from Leah's face. Jennifer may have been down to her skimpy white panties, but she was in control for the moment. She could care less if she was showing a little skin. All that mattered to her was being on top.
She enjoyed her position of control, smiling with her sexy dimples showing, rubbing it in to her opponent.
"Big deal. You got my bra." She chirped, trying to rain on Leah's parade.
"Do you like my tits that much?"
Jennifer shook her modest, pointy tits while teasing Leah, brushing them across her face, just to annoy the pissed off chick. Leah twisted and turned, trying to avoid the tit smothering. She couldn't stand being on the bottom.
"Fucking Bitch!" she snapped, trying to wiggle out from underneath.
Leah was trapped and she knew it. She tried to arch her back and buck Jennifer off, without any luck. She managed to free up her left arm, and immediately went for Jen's hair, yanking on it, hoping to get her off of her dominating perch.
Jennifer never budged. She used her free hand to give Leah a quick slap across the face, before reaching down, grabbing for her skirt.
Momentum changed with Leah rolling over on top, digging her claws into Jennifer's bare breasts. She leaned over, spitting in her rival's face, while pinching her dark nipples.
Jennifer wiped the saliva from her cheek, before making another attempt for Leah's black skirt. She tugged on it, finding the zipper on the side, and undoing it.
Looking to thwart Jen's attempt at undressing her, Leah grabbed Jennifer's wrist, trying to pin her to the mat. The brawl for superiority continued as they rolled across the floor, with Leah's black mini skirt falling away.
Leah found herself on top again, in her black bra and panties, sitting on her topless foe. She brushed a few loose strands of hair from her face, panting as she looked down at Jennifer.
"You're mine, bitch" she hissed while squeezing Jennifer's tits.
