Power Princess Plots Her Revenge – by SHAW
PART 30
Down below, Glamour Girl was assessing the situation. She wished now that she had listened to Paula and put on something more suited to the task. She was well aware that all the men were dying to see her hoisted upwards, wearing the scanty ‘Man Magnet’. It would not be terribly dignified.
Paula read her thought exactly, and could not resist the chance to say ‘I told you so’.
‘Well I did try to warn you, but, oh no, you wouldn’t listen to me. Now you’ll be flashing your panties to the whole world, hanging from a rope.’
‘You are quite right’, said Glamour Girl, sweetly. Paula nearly fell down on the spot. In all her years of working with this snooty little cow, she had never once heard her admit she was wrong.
‘Yes’, continued Glamour Girl, ‘dignity is very important for my image. A role model such as myself should not have to endure such a degrading ordeal, and you did warn me’.
‘Well…nice of you to admit it’.
‘What else was it you said? That I should wear something more conservative.’
‘Yes’.
‘Something a bit less showy’.
‘Exactly’
‘Something like the long, frumpy dress you have on now’.
‘Correct. I did tell you, but…’
Paula stopped in mid-sentence at the still sweetly smiling Glamour Girl, and finally realised the trap she had just walked into.
‘Then hand over your dress please. I’ll simply slip it on over the ‘Man Magnet’. Problem solved’.
Paula turned with resignation and started to walk to Glamour Girl’s trailer.
‘Where are you going?’, asked Glamour Girl.
‘To the trailer to change’.
‘Haven’t got time. Just give me the dress now’.
‘But…but…I can’t stand here in my underwear!’
Paula blushed at the very thought, and Glamour Girl smiled wickedly, really enjoying watching her prim and proper P.A.squirm.
‘You can if you want to keep your job’.
‘But…but…’
‘We just agreed – MY dignity is all-important. Who cares about yours? So hand it over’.
‘Please, Glamour Girl…’
‘NOW!’, yelled Glamour Girl, b*tchily.
Blushing furiously, Paula undid the zip of her long dress, stepped out of it and handed it to Glamour Girl. Amidst gasps, wolf-whistles and laughter it was immediately obvious why Paula had been quite so reluctant to part with her skirt. Standing in the middle of Amanda Cox’s garden in front of so many people in her bra and panties would have been bad enough, but it was the prissy Paula’s choice of underwear that caused the most gasps.
Even Glamour Girl was initially taken aback, then laughed uproariously at her P.A.’s predicament. Paula was wearing a scanty, red bra, garter belt, black stockings, and very brief, scarlet, satin panties. On the front of the panties, in white, were embroidered the words, ‘Hot, Wet and Horny’.
Paula just wanted to die from shame at being exposed like this, and tried to cover herself as best she could.
‘Hot, Wet and Horny!’, laughed Glamour Girl, delightedly, adding to Paula’s embarrassment. ‘Who would have thought that there was a rampant little sl*t beneath that frumpy exterior!’
Paula’s face was bright red by now, as she pressed her knees together and put a hand over her ass and pussy, squirming with mortification. She did not normally wear such risque underwear, but was going on a hot date that evening and had wanted to be prepared. Glamour Girl was revelling in her predicament, but also made a mental note to find out where Paula had bought such scandalous panties.
Glamour Girl put Paula’s skirt on over the ‘Man Magnet’, as Paula pleaded with her to allow her to restore some dignity.
‘Glamour Girl, can’t I go to the trailer now and borrow something of yours to wear?’
‘Certainly not’, said Glamour Girl, predictably. ‘I need you here. Anyway, I don’t want your fat ass getting my good clothes all out of shape’.
The cowering, glowering Paula came as close as she had ever done to resigning her post by slapping the obnoxious cow on the face. But she didn’t. She thought of her salary. She thought of her dignity. And she was also worried that Glamour Girl would retaliate by giving her a spanking, there and then, in front of everybody.
Both Paula and Stephanie were now looking forward to seeing Glamour Girl being hoisted up by the rope. There was great potential there for some revenge. But Glamour Girl deflated all of their hopes by doing something totally unexpected. Modestly attired now in Paula’s skirt, the athletic bimbo pulled herself up on to the summer house railings, grabbed one of the angle beams supporting the roof, and with consumate skill and grace, swung herself up on to the top of the roof, with barely a flash of her ankles, never mind her panties.
Some grudging applause went up from the spectators as she stood triumphantly above them. Stephanie stood miserably beside her, plans for revenge ruined.
|