Originally Posted by Myds
PART 10:
Danita sighed in resignation. She had been outsmarted by three street girls. Their plan seemed unstoppable, her ultimate humiliation inevitable. “Clara, get something to tie her with, she’s gonna make quite the impression!” Soon, Alma appeared in the chauffeur uniform. It fit her fairly well, but she was also holding something. “There was a fridge in the car and look what I found,” she laughed as she held out a custard cream pie. “I think our clown here is lacking something. Do you want to do the honors?”
Lupita took the pie from her and approached Danita, who was backing away from her. “If you miss,” said Alma, “we could always throw her in that ratty dumpster.” The starlet stopped retreating. “Hands at your sides,” Lupita ordered, and she complied. Lupita smacked the pie into her face, while using her other hand to hold her hair back so the entire face was hit. As the custard slid down her face, Danita spat. “Great. Are you done now?” “Almost,” replied Lupita shooting another half-dozen photos, “I suppose you might want to pay me to keep these private.” “Ya think? How much can I pay you to let me go?” Clara’s ears perked up at the opportunity to get out of this before they got into any more potential trouble, but Alma was the first to speak, “it’s non-negotiable. You’re a stuck-up b*tch, and b*tches have to pay. Club rules, nothing personal. I take that back, it’s very personal.”
Clara had found some rope, and Lupita and Alma had great fun tying Danita spread-eagle across the hood of the limousine. “Don’t forget your microphone,” Alma added, gleefully putting the beloved accoutrement in the same compromising position it had explored earlier.
Clara was glad when she was told to open the trunk and let out the nude driver. “You can get out now,” she told her, “no harm will come to you if you don’t try anything, although you’ll have to stay here a bit, until it’s too late for you to mess with our plans, and may have to wear that underwear home.” Alma flicked a few pictures before Clara had managed to untie her. “What was that for?” “Security,” Alma smiled.
Lupita looked at the starlet on the hood of the car, thought for a moment, then hung the spanx from the antenna like an ignominious flag. “Well, I think our celebrity is ready to meet her fans. I’ll call ahead to make sure the press is ready, you drive her to this address. I’m going to keep this lovely phone. When you get there, leave the car before anyone notices, change clothes as soon as you can, and get the first bus back here.” Alma smiled, “As you know, I don’t take orders from anyone. But I like this plan. It will be done, as you say.”
EPILOGUE / (Preview of Part 11):
Danita Amore was lying down in her mansion in a bra and pair of panties, an ice pack on her sore behind, reading a tabloid with a censored picture of her now-famous limousine ride on the cover. The headline read, “Spanx for the Memories: Chilled singer Lets it All Go.” A shower had removed the cream and the lipstick graffiti from her face and body, but not before thousands of fans and the press had witnessed it adding to her naked humiliation. Her P.A., Lilly, was lightly massaging her shoulders.
“Do those girls really think I’m afraid of those photos now? The press has every compromising shot they could want, the photos from my phone are almost redundant after that spread-eagle ride with my microphone tucked…you know.” “I know, I know,” Lilly responded, “I think you should let it go. Go on a little vacation somewhere…private. Stay out of the public eye until this blows over.”
“No. I want those girls brought to justice. Not the police. Street justice. Batman stuff.” “Batman isn’t real,” Lilly reminded her. “I know. I want you to get me the best P.I. in the city, to find out who these girls are. Then I want you to hire two or three pro wrestlers. Not the top Divas, the B-listers, who are less likely to be recognized. Also, get me my costume designer on the phone. I have a job for her. And get me the number of the bakery that wanted me to endorse their horrific pies. They owe me, as that free sample ended up all over my face. Also, I need a small camera crew. And get that useless driver fired. We shouldn’t have been there in the first place.”
“Danita, this sounds like a bad idea…” “Are you my assistant or not? Do it!”
(That's it for now. This story may continue with an attempt at revenge, but it may be some time before then as I work on other projects.)
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