The party was in full swing. There were people dancing in the ballroom, mingling between themselves throughout the halls, and committing debauchery in the upstairs bedrooms. The host was James Scot a young but quite promising writer. He throw a party to celebrate a very prestigious literary prize he got for his new book. Since he was pretty handsome, young and single, he was being eyed by every woman at the party.

Belinda Krüger arrived at the party in an elegant white sportcar. It was only fitting for a woman like herself to arrive in style. She stepped out as she felt the eye of everyone on her. She wore an elegant blue dress and had her golden red hair stylishly prepared. She was a woman on a mission. She wanted to win the heart of James Scot. Belinda spotted him on the ballroom floor dancing with another young woman. She quickly realized that it was Hélène. Hélène was from France. Once she seduced Belinda's boyfriend and now it would appear she was trying to win over James also. Belinda walked over towards the two of them and said hello. James greeted her and introduced the two girls who smiled at each other. Suddenly one of the butlers came up and asked for James's assistance doing something. He walked away and left the two rivals standing there. They looked at each other with pure hatred.

"He is mine, leave him alone!" Hélène said to Belinda.

Belinda smiled and said "I will leave that to him to decide." she then somewhat lowered her dress and positioned her pert breasts to where they would give any man a great view. She then walked away, on the hunt for James.

Hélène couldn't believe that Belinda was trying to seduce James. She had to win this fight. She walked to the bathroom and sprayed herself with some perfume from her purse. She made sure she looked her best. She then walked back to the party. She quickly spotted Belinda and James. They were laughing and talking. Hélène walked up the stairs and decided to join them. They talked casually , the women being sure to not show a hint of hatred toward each other . They talked for at least ten minutes, when James asked if either of the girls wanted a drink. They both said they would love one and he went off to bring back a bottle of wine. While he was gone, Hélène and Belinda both started to exchange insults quietly.

"I don't think you have any chance until you'll learn to see a difference between an evening dress and a night dress!" Hélène teased her rival "But with your kind of figure it's surely not important!"

Belinda looked at her angrily. She won't to let this French girl talk to her like that. "You French bitch !" she yelled, as some of the guests started to notice the argument, and gave her rival a slap in the face.

"Ladies!" said James loudly as walked towards the scene. "What the hell is going on!" he said to them "Why did you hit Hélène?"

Belinda didn't know what to say. She stood there silently.

James suddenly turned to a nearby maid and said "Fetch me my cane will you."

Belinda was shocked. Surely he wasn't about to came her.

"Lift your dress and pull down your panties!" he said angrily.

"No you can not do this!" Belinda said quivering she was so scared. "She provoked me!" she said pointing at Hélène.

"Even if she did, that's no excuse to strike at her. That's childish and now you need to be punished!"