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Lisa's first week at the Agency had gone well. Ever since one of the Agency's scouts had passed on his card after spotting her bikini-clad figure gracing Venice Beach during spring break, she had thought of nothing else. She had always dreamed of working in front of the camera, though her decision to drop out of college was a tough one.

Today she was joining the rest of the girls to test shoot some lingerie for one of the Agency's most established customers, LuckiTonite. Being the new girl, Lisa was placed at the back of the queue and fully expected one of the more experienced girls to get the nod before she was called. As the afternoon dragged on, her hopes of getting to slip into the tiny stretch silk brassiere or the lacy, figure-hugging satin negligee started to rise, as LuckiTonite proved unusually picky. When her name was called and she made it onto the runway, after much fumbling with the flimsy brassiere straps, she required all her self-control to stay upright, especially when she heard the words: "Well old friend, looks like you've saved the best of your fillies until last once again."

"Girls, thanks for your time this afternoon" the Director said "after much deliberation LuckiTonite have plumped for Karla Lopez for the negligee and and Lisa LeFebre for the brassiere and microstring. " Lisa's heart leapt.

"Wait a minute. I'm afraid I may have spoken a moment too soon.. A last minute budget cut means LuckiTonite can only afford one girl this year. Lisa...Karla...can you both hang around in my office whilst I try and sort something out. The rest of you can all go."

"Way to go, Lise" Carmen Luvana smiled. "You were a natural out there, girl" beamed Cassandra Lynn, as the crowd immediately started to melt away.

In the Director's office both girls sipped on their Diet Cokes and stared at everything in the room, except the other. After 45 min., Karla stood up, smoothed down her pencil skirt and approached Lisa, hands on hips. "Say honey, I got a date tonight. How about we settle this matter between ourselves."

"Thought you'd never ask b###h" replied Lisa, rising to her feet, "But only on one condition."

"What's that then, sweetie?"

"I think it appropriate that we settle our differences in the attire from this afternoon. Once I've whipped your fat ass, it will be clear who really deserves the contract" said Lisa.

"Fine with me, though I have a condition of my own ..... Anything goes" replied Karla.

"Bring it on, b###h" replied Lisa as she started to release her curves by unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her short blue skirt.

Now that both girls were getting changed, they could properly assess the other's assets. Lisa's 34-24-34 stats, together with her size C rack, clearly meant her 100 lb were distributed where it mattered, Karla had to admit, as her rival wriggled into the LuckiTonite brassiere and microstring.

"Damn", cursed Lisa as she noticed for the first time that Karla didn't need heels to stand 5'7 tall. "That is one fine piece of ass though" she thought as Karla pulled the negligee over her buttocks before kicking off her G-string. Lisa noticed Karla checking her out also, prompting her to consciously flex her calves.


As she removed her earrings and crucifix, Karla's thoughts turned to how victory over this cow would embellish her reputation. That dustup back home in Caracas the year before last, after the Lider en Deportes shoot, was broken up after a few slaps. It had led to a number of offers of a proper catfight with the girl concerned, though she had reluctantly turned them down as she was still a few weeks short of her eighteenth birthday at the time. If she could take down a few of the girls in the Agency, who knew who she could move onto? Maybe a Leeann Tweeden, a Kitana Baker, or Carmen Electra. And then what� A return home to take on a Sofia Vergara, or Yamila Diaz before these cougars stepped out of the game altogether?

Lisa meanwhile was also weighing up how the next few minutes could fasttrack her to the top of the tree. With so many girls competing for so few jobs, she knew from the outset that confrontations would be inevitable. Her thoughts drifted momentarily to that dust-up in the In-N-Out parking lot on the day before prom, a couple of years back, when her pushing match with some blonde bimbo had been broken up prematurely.

Sensing the other was ready, both girls advanced to the centre of the room, hands raised.