PART 23
When the Glamour Girl entourage arrived at the Amanda Cox mansion, the beautiful, vain, arrogant superheroine got out, dressed in a cream version of the outfit she had worn the night before. (The blue one had been ripped from her body by the amorous Amada Venturi, and was now hanging, in shreds, in Glamour Girl's wardrobe as a reminder of her passionate evening).
Like the blue cat-suit from the night before, the cream version clung sensually to every gorgeous curve and line of her fabulous body. The 'GG' logo across her chest and her skimpy briefs were in red, and so tight that the media men gazing so intently at her could just determine the outline of her wonderful pussy.
Delighted at the audible gasps from the gentlemen of the press at the her stunning appearance, Glamour Girl posed for photographs, flicking back her hair, pouting, and striking several very sexy poses, as the press started asking questions.
'Weren't you supposed to be protecting Amada Venturi as she prepares for her concert tonight?'
'The concert has been postponed. Amada is suffering from exhaustion', she replied, eyes brightening again as she recalled the starlet’s superhuman efforts to match her sexual appetites.
She then stood, arms akimbo, posing for some more photographs in the setting of Amanda's spectacular gardens. Suddenly, she was aware that the pressmen had started photographing someone else. She turned, angrily, to see Stephanie, also pouting and posing for the cameramen, wearing a yellow halter-top and extremely short yellow skirt that barely covered her skimpy panties. She was also carrying a large ice-cream, which she licked suggestively.
'Well, well, if it isn't Miss Cox'.
'I'm not interrupting, am I', asked Stephanie, sweetly, licking the ice-cream again sensually, quite aware that her scantily-clad entrance had made her the centre of attention.
'Not at all', said Glamour Girl, through gritted teeth. 'In fact, this is an ideal opportunity for me to apologise for that little mix-up last night. It was so unfortunate that you should have been left squirming in your underwear, helpless, when that nasty waitress decided to spank you, pie you, and fill your panties full of spaghetti bolognaise. That must have been soooo embarrassing for you'.
Stephanie blushed, as the pressmen sniggered.
'But one thing puzzles me about the advert you appeared in', added Glamour Girl. 'I thought it was supposed to be for a new, sporty model - looked to me more like a clapped-out old banger'.
Stephanie fought hard to restrain her anger.
'Apology accepted. No hard feelings. That's why I've come to help you find the Riga diamond necklace'.
'I don't need any help from you, thank-you', said Glamour Girl, insulted at the very suggestion. 'This is a job for a superheroine. You'll just be in the way'.
'Oh, but I'm very fit and supple', replied Stephanie.
Then, to a huge intake of breath from the slavering pressmen, Stephanie handed Glamour Girl the ice-cream, then raised her right leg, straight and high, holding her toe with her hand.
This revealed both her suppleness, and the crotch of her tiny yellow panties that just barely covered her hot, tight pussy. To her immense satisfaction, she could see every male eye glued to her crotch, every face flushed with excitement.
Balancing effortlessly on one leg, she turned slowly to ensure that everyone got a good view up her short yellow skirt, giving the fuming Glamour Girl a superior little smile as she did so. Both knew that this was definitely 'Round One' to Stephanie - Glamour Girl's thunder was well and truly stolen, and she was not happy about it at all. She threw the ice-cream down onto the grass angrily.
Then Glamour Girl noticed something. The waistband of Stephanie's panties comprised a length of lace tied in bows at either side of her smooth, supple hips. Stephanie had increasingly taken to wearing panties like these. It allowed amorous males quick and easy access, without having to tear her panties off - which, in Stephanie's case, had meant a considerable outlay on new underwear each week. It also looked very, very sexy.
'Your leg is not quite straight', said Glamour Girl, moving beside her, ostensibly to straighten the leg.
Stephanie imagined that Glamour Girl was hoping to make her lose her balance and she beamed another little smile of triumph as she continued to stand perfectly on the one leg. What Glamour Girl had really been doing, as she stood behind her bratty rival, was undoing the lacy bows on the side of her panties. As Stephanie lowered her leg, her sexy underwear fluttered to the ground at her feet. Glamour Girl quickly retrieved the panties, holding them behind her back.
'I'll bet you can't do that with your other leg, though', challenged Glamour Girl, trying to sound annoyed.
'Why? Can't you?', replied Stephanie, taking off her high heels in preparation for more demonstrations of her flexibility.
Then beaming again with imagined triumph, she raised her other leg, holding her toe with her other hand. Several of the photographers dropped their cameras, as their jaws hit the ground. Others snapped away furiously. The unsuspecting Stephanie was elated, thinking she was giving them a tantalising view of her underwear.
'Mmmmm', she thought. 'They're as hard as boards, and that fat-assed bimbo can do nothing about it!'
She turned again slowly, unaware of the perfect view she was giving of her carefully trimmed bush and succulent pink pussy lips. Glamour Girl had to fight hard to look annoyed, and not burst into laughter.
'Can you touch your toes?', asked Glamour Girl.
Stephanie, of course, could have faced the audience when she did this, but Glamour Girl knew that the little exhibitionist would not be able to resist turning round, and so she did. She parted her legs slightly, then bent slowly from the waist, imagining that these horny men were gazing at the seat of her wispy panties. Instead, she was mooning her gorgeous, bared behind at them, the furrow of her pussy exposed between her butt cheeks.
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