PART 24
'All right, but I'll bet you can't do 'the crab''.
All the photographers were thinking the same thought. 'Please let her say that she can! Please let her say that she can!'
This time she was careful to make sure that she was facing the men. With perfect grace, she bent slowly backwards, arching her back, till the palms of her hands were on the ground, her feet apart, unknowingly giving the spectators an extremely erotic full-beaver shot.
'I usually have to pay good money for this sort of thing' said one, as Stephanie continued to flaunt her lovely pussy to the entire world - again! She gyrated her hips sexily, unwittingly exposing more and more of her velvety sn*tch.
'Well, I'm sure you can't do the splits', said Glamour Girl, knowing full-well that she could.
With swan-like grace, and staring directly at the increasingly aroused males, the bratty little show-off slowly did the splits, sliding gently downwards, her legs opened as far as they could go.
'All these ballet lessons finally paid off', she thought as she slid ever further downwards, smiling serenely, hitching her skirt up a little as she descended, thinking she was flashing her panties at the astounded males.
One of the older photographers finally passed out at this point.
Stephanie surveyed the leering men, whom, she thought, were imagining what lay beneath, but who were actually being treated to the sight of a gorgeous young lady, doing the splits without any panties, her pussy lips spread as wide open as they could go.
'Anything else?', she asked, thinking she had been scoring big points against her rival.
'Just one more thing', said Glamour Girl. 'Would you like your panties back now?'.
Stephanie looked in horror as the laughing Glamour Girl held the skimpy yellow panties aloft. With a shriek of outrage and pure mortification, face burning red with embarrassment, she jumped to her feet, and the press men exploded with laughter.
'You b*tch!', she squealed, reddening even further as she recalled doing 'the crab'.
'Oh my god!', she wailed.
In the act of handing over the panties, Glamour Girl 'accidentally' dropped them to the ground, right on top of the cold, thawing ice-cream.
'Oops', she said. She bent down to retrieve the panties, making sure that she pushed them right down into the melting ice-cream first. The crotch and seat were now covered in cold, clammy, runny ice-cream, and the miserable Stephanie knew she had no choice but to put them on.
With anguished gasps and moans, as she felt the cold, clammy panties run down over her ass and pussy, she put them back on, squirming as she did so.
'Yuuughh!', she shuddered, as she stood freezing her ass off for the second time in twenty-four hours.
It was at this point that Amanda arrived on the scene.
Glamour Girl smiled, and exchanged pleasantries, at the same time itching to slap this b*tch on the face for what she had said during her press conference.
'I thought you might want some help, so I've asked Stephanie to assist you', said Amanda, patronisingly..
'I don't need any help, thank-you', replied Glamour Girl, tersely.
'Well, you never know - there might be a cat in one of these trees with a dart-gun', replied Amanda, laughing, delighted at the angry reaction on Glamour Girl's face.
'Now', continued Amanda, 'At one point, Power Princess chased them round that piece of waste-ground. They may have thrown the necklace into that mud-hole by these trees'.
Amanda and Glamour Girl walked over to the long grass beside a small wood. At the edge of the copse was a vile bog, full of thick, jet-black, revolting looking mud. The press men followed, as did Stephanie, walking uncomfortable in her ice-cream coated panties.
'An oil truck crashed into this a while back', lied Amanda. 'That's why it's so black. There's gallons of oil mixed into the mud'.
The truth was that Amanda had ordered her bewildered gardeners to pour oil into the mud-hole earlier in the day.
'I think I see a bit of metal sticking out of the mud on the other side', said Amanda.
Indeed, there was something metallic just under the surface.
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