Glamour Girl - The Big Clean-Up , by SHAW
PART 8
After being stripped in public, shot in the ass with her own dart gun, then dropped into a barrel of tar, Glamour Girl was not in a very good mood. She'd been rushed by her team of flunkies to the opulent 'GG HQ' where the clean-up operation began. There she underwent a frantic regime of baths, showers, saunas, steam-baths and hot-tubs as her beauticians scrubbed and sc****d, and cleansed her body of the tar. All the while, the undeniably gorgeous, but equally undeniably b*tchy, superheroine-cum-model berated her employees and cursed and swore her wrath on PussyWhip.
Then she was laid face-down on a trolley, ass high in the air, while plasters were applied to her butt where the dart-gun had struck her. If her mood was vile, and her pretty, spoiled little face contorted with fury at the sheer indignity of what had happened, her employees were inwardly ecstatic at seeing this spoiled, snooty little brat so completely degraded. Rather more of her workers than was strictly necessary found excuses to wander into the room where the red-faced beauty was lying having her superbly rounded rear-end tended to. The invisible Bionic Bimbo was also standing at the back, fighting back her sniggers, awaiting the chance the execute another of PussyWhip's devilish schemes.
There was one other person who was delighted with Glamour Girls' humiliation. This was her fellow super-heroine 'Power Princess'. She considered herself to be a proper super-heroine, and despised what she saw as Glamour Girl's shameless self-publicising. Power Princess on the other hand played the part of super-heroine to the hilt. She always wore a small-dark mask to conceal her identity. She wore a utility belt with small compartments crammed with useful Power Princess devices. She also occasionally used a jet-pack to 'fly' through the air.
Like Glamour Girl, though, she was extremely proud of her body, for good reason. Her legs were long and slender, and her behind was every bit as shapely and rounded as Glamour Girl's. If her breasts were not quite as large and full as her rival's, they were firm and succulent. Her hair was long and jet black, and on her head she always wore a little crown, like a beauty queen. Her costume consisted of tight, white, breast-hugging lycra top, and equally tight white briefs, that accentuated the sensual swell of her butt-cheeks. To give a sharp and sexy contrast to the pure white of her costume, she wore sheer, dark nylon tights underneath, that made her legs even more alluring.
Power Princess was in fact the wealthy society socialite, Amanda Cox, so money was no object in funding her past-time as a super-heroine, but, unlike Glamour Girl, she guarded her real identity jealously. Also, she and Glamour Girl publicly praised each other's efforts, like sister super-heroines. And Power Princess was doing just that at a hastily convened press conference just outside the gates of the mansion that served as Glamour Girl HQ.
The reporter wanted to know if Power Princess had heard from her 'friend' since her ordeal. The prostrate Glamour Girl watched, with increasing fury, on a TV beside the trolley.
'Yes, I phoned to sympathise with her earlier'
'Lying b*tch'.
'Obviously it was a terrible ordeal. I'm afraid PussyWhip really beat her hands down this time.'
Power Princess tried to look concerned and sympathetic, but her patronising tone and barely suppressed grin revealed her true feelings.
'It will take her a long time to recover from this. Having to wear these babyish panties was pretty humiliating in itself - after all, she is Glamour Girl, and frilly rhumba panties are not what you associate with a glamorous crime-fighter. Then being shot in the behind with her own dart gun…swinging from the tree by her underwear…and the tar…and falling into that bin…God, my heart went out to her'.
'I'm sure it did you insufferable, stuck-up little b*tch!' snarled Glamour Girl.
'Of course', continued Power Princess happily, 'she should leave the likes of PussyWhip to real super-heroines.'
'Do you think PussyWhip will try to humiliate you as well', asked a reporter.
'She may try, but she'll find that I'm a tougher proposition than poor, dear Glamour Girl, who was caught, literally, with her panties down.'
'Did you send any cards, or flowers?'
'I sent her a very large, very well-padded cushion. I think she'll need it'.
This last part was at least true, and the cushion lay at the far side of the room that Glamour Girl was in. Power Princess's only regret was that she would not be there to see Glamour Girl use it. Power Princess had stuck half a dozen thumb-tacks through a small round beer-mat, then taken the cover off the cushion, and attached the beer-mat to the stuffing. The fiendish device could not therefore be seen, but would certainly be felt by anyone sitting on it.
'Switch that simpering little cow off!' ordered Glamour Girl. Paula did as she was told.
The clean-up operation was all but complete, except that poor Glamour Girl's pubic hair was still matted with tar, and there were one or two bald patches left when the pizza that had become stuck to her pussy was removed.
'Get everybody out of here, and send in Dr. Kunliquer'.
After this terrible ordeal, Glamour Girl felt able, at last, to enjoy herself. Dr. Kunliquer was not a very good doctor, but she was young, and very attractive, and Glamour Girl saw an excellent opportunity to have some fun.
The young doctor entered, as Glamour Girl turned on to her back on the trolley. She noticed with satisfaction that her eyes wandered over her perfect breasts, then down to between her legs.
'My pussy will have to be shaved, Dr.', she cooed. 'And you're the one to do it. Hand me over that pillow'.
Kunliquer passed the pillow sent from Power Princess, and Glamour Girl eased herself on to it, but only rested her behind on the edge, so she did not discover the thumb-tacks.
There were two brackets on either side of the trolley, and Glamour Girl put her legs into them. The Dr. began to tremble as she surveyed this vision of loveliness lying with her legs up in the air and wide apart.
'Better fasten the brackets to hold my legs in place' she said softly, getting a wicked thrill from the sense of helplessness that resulted. Of course, she was in complete control, but she loved to play games like this.
'Now you may shave me - but be gentle', she said, beginning to feel her pussy moisten, knowing that she was displaying herself so completely to this lovely young doctor.
She applied some shaving cream, then very carefully began to shave-off her pubic hair. She trembled and shuddered as the shaving brush tickled her pussy, and sighed and moaned as the doctor delicately removed the pubic hair, making her pussy hotter, and her nipples stiff and hard.
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