Power Princess Plots Her Revenge – by SHAW
PART 14
The previous couple of days had been bad ones for superheroines as PussyWhip continued her campaign to make them laughing-stocks by publicly humiliating them. Power Princess and Glamour Girl had hurtled through the streets on a trolley, Glamour Girl, naked, with a vibrator throbbing inside her pussy, and Power Princess ending up sitting on a large cactus.
Now there was new excitement in the town. The talented, much-celebrated star Amada Venturi was coming to play a concert. Men and women alike were variously fascinated or made envious by the divas talent, voice, and beauty. Moreover, she had recently been the subject of a “kiss and tell” feature in Metropolitan Fashion magazine, where an interview highlighted her incredible exploits with other celebrities, both male and female. Wherever she went, she was the stuff of fantasy. PussyWhip already had fairly advanced plans about kidnapping the diva.
A special ball was being given in Amada's honour at the Grand Hotel. Stephanie Cox, the bratty younger sister of Power Princess’s mundane identity, had used her wealthy family's connections to get an invite. The spoiled, hedonistic, horny twenty-one year-old was not going to let an opportunity like this pass her by and she breezed into the reception wearing a classic, very short black dress. Stephanie always wore her dresses as short as possible and reveled in the attention that resulted from the slavering men (and some women!) who gazed, hypnotized, at her long, shapely legs.
Like her prissy older sister, the wayward Stepanie had luxurious dark hair, but with lighter highlights. Though her breasts were nowhere near as ample as her sister's, she gave Nature a hand with some strategically placed padding.
As she walked up the steps of the plush hotel, local car-dealer, the rather rotund 'Honest Hank' was organising a publicity ad for the latest sports car in his range. He wanted to cash in on the media attention that had already been generated by Venturi's presence, and he and his cameraman were preparing to broadcast from outside the hotel.
'Twenty dollars if you could pose in front of the car for us, Miss', shouted Honest Hank hopefully, entranced by the sexy figure in front of him.
'In your dreams, fatso', replied Stephanie, a little insensitively, as she entered the hotel.
She soon spotted her prey, standing in a corner, by a candle-lit table near a staircase. She was dressed in an expensive dress that d****d beautifully over her superb body, tight in all of the right places. But the dark-haired beauty was not alone - an exceptionally busty cocktail waitress, who had obviously also read the singer’s 'kiss and tell' article was lingering, tray in hand, flirting outrageously with her.
Stephanie was indignant as she watched Amada smiling and chatting, her eyes transfixed on the cocktail waitress's substantial cleavage that strained against her skimpy French maid uniform.
'She's just a common maid!', she thought. 'She's not supposed to linger, she's supposed to serve!'
Stephanie approached the pair, and took a glass of champagne from the tray. The two were so engrossed in their conversation that they did not notice Stephanie discretely pour a little of her drink on to her own shoe. Then she poked the waitress in the back.
'Shouldn't you be taking your drinks tray round, young lady', she said in a superior fashion, though the waitress was only a year younger than Stephanie. 'After all, you are a waitress, aren't you? The hired help are not supposed to socialise with the guests'.
The cocktail waitress shot Stephanie an angry look, turned and smiled to Amada, saying she hoped to see more of her later, and began to walk off, deliberately pushing Stephanie to one side as she passed. But Stephanie put out her foot, tripping the maid, who was sent sprawling on to the ground with a crash, giving Amada, and the rest of the guests a flash of her powder blue panties as she landed with her skirt riding up over her waist.
The maid sat up and hastily pulled her skirt down over her hips.
'You b*tch!', she snapped, as the hotel manager rushed over to see what the commotion was.
Stephanie turned to the manager, pleased to see that he was immediately entranced by her lovely young body and face.
'This clumsy oaf stood on my foot, and spilled champagne all over my new shoes', she explained. 'Then she insulted me, as you just heard. Either she goes, or you get a bill to replace my two hundred dollar shoes'.
There was never any doubt about what the manager would do, and he led the protesting waitress away to his office to dismiss her. Smiling happily, Stephanie turned to Amada, and felt a delightful twinge in her pussy as she surveyed the face and body that she was determined to spend the night with.
'Cox', she said, extending her hand.
'Pardon me'.
'Stephanie Cox.'
“A pleasure,” responded the gorgeous singer, 'Are you having fun?'
'I believe that they will be serving some food shortly', she continued.
'Oh good. Things always go better with something hot', said Stephanie.
Stephanie could hardly wait to drag her upstairs and unwrap the goodies.
Trays of food were placed on a long table near them, but there was only one thing that Stephanie wanted to taste.
(More to come. It may be some time. But this next section is one of my favorites in all stories in this genre, so I promise it will be worthwhile.)
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