[ENF] Gwyneth's Red Carpet Exposure

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(Hi, Bor2 here as you can see. Realized I haven't uploaded here in a bit so wanted to share another ENF story I made, this one being based on Gwyneth Linotti, a character you may recognize from Gao23. She has a lot of great art made by him and a few stories as well so I wanted to throw my hat in the ring for her too. This story is based on an art piece on his DA page and a follow-up on his Patreon, with the rest being my own interpretation on it. Hope you enjoy reading and let me know what you think, I will try to link the art below soon after this is posted.)

“I’m sure you get this a lot, but you look stunning Ms. Gwyneth. Are you excited for tonight?” a curious voice asked from the front of the limo amidst the busy streets. Paused in traffic, the chauffeur peered into the rearview mirror to see her finish a complimentary water, errant droplets hitting her neckline beneath the starry ceiling. The young man had been a fan of her work for some time now and couldn’t believe his luck in getting to drive her to the award show tonight. The job was often a bore as he put up with snotty and high end events, but there were some benefits, and getting to drive a beauty like her was one that made it all worth it.



Gwyneth Linotti featured in a strapless full body charcoal dress with matching arm length gloves. A gold band on her left wrist with gold earrings and a necklace that draws to her neckline. It was more conservative than some of her movie wardrobes, thank goodness for her, but still showed a tasteful amount of skin while fitting her figure. Her flowing brown hair was curled up and behind her with some strands at the front, long enough to be brushed away from her brown eyes and dark red lips.



“A bit nervous honestly, but certainly excited. I was really able to take off with my career this last year and I’m confident I'll earn actress of the year,” she answered with a chuckle. She had been deep into the arts for many a year and was proud to see her progress. Her skills on the stage spanning from highschool got her popular for more of the right reasons as she was able to land bigger and bigger roles, some playing to her natural talents more than others.



“We should be there soon once this traffic clears up. Is there anything I can do to make the ride more comfortable?”

“No no, this is honestly one of the better limos I’ve been in. Thank you for the service Mr. ?”

“Oh uh, Trevor. They call me Trevor haha,” the black man answered nervously, not used to the question. “I think I saw one of your earlier plays actually, you played Wendy in Peter Pan I think? Great singing even back then.”



She blushed a bit at the statement, recalling some of her senior acts where things truly took off for her. A bizarre incident on stage led to her nude in the air by a harness, the crowd’s reaction still clear in her mind after so long. That was the strangest and worst of it thankfully as most later had expected shenanigans, still embarrassing but not quite as much. She wasn’t the proudest of all of them and how they left her, but was often thankful for the experience and reach she received.



“R-right right, not one of my best but thank you still,” The two continued to chat away until the noise came to a focus outside to signal their arrival. “Well I think you can tell we’ve arrived now,” he said while appearing at her window. “May you have a nice night Ms. Linotti, I’ll be rooting for your reward! Hope I can see it live on a break later.”



“I appreciate it, hope you have an easy night yourself Trevor,” She took a breath of confidence and waited for the limo’s extended step to finish before sliding out of the cosy limo and into the cool bustling night. She was admittedly rather giddy about stepping onto the red carpet for the first time, one of many signs of her growth over the years. Her sunny smile was captured by dozens of flashes a second as the bordered crowd of reporters, fans and paparazzi followed the next star of the night.



She figured a few quick poses and waves wouldn’t hurt before things got really hectic further down, taking the time to enjoy herself where few could tread. She did so with poise and glee, meeting other skilled peers along the way. People called her name in attention and greetings as her gown tailed slightly behind her above the carpet.



“Gwyneth! Oh you look fantastic!” a friendly voice shouted over the flashes. She looked behind to see her actress friend approach. Trish had become close with Gwyneth after co-starring with her briefly in a popular reboot of Screwballs! The two quickly became fast friends as they picked up similar work in the industry, with Trish being a talent on and off the stage for her.



“Ah Trish, great to see you!” They hugged in front of everyone, the blonde’s surprised face next to the big chest captured for a lucky few. “Well I’m just lucky to be here, I was able to pull some strings and get a last minute invite. Oh but nevermind that, how’s the dress treating you?”



“Quite well so far, thank you so much for setting it up for me. I think it fits better than most of what I had ready,” her friend smiled in response, hiding a secret behind the mask. She followed close next to Gwyneth as they approached the main building, excited to see how her plan for tonight would unfold for everyone.



An experienced stage hand turned actress, Trish knew how to work in secrecy and just who to ask for help with her project. She commissioned a special dress for Gwyneth to appear in for the grand occasion, spending countless hours to ensure it would work like a dream. Her green eyes were always dazzled by Gwyneth’s brown ones and how surprised they’d appear in even the most practiced occasions of her being exposed, one sight of many that filled her mind and fueled her desire to act like she did.



“I believe you were getting some photos in before right? I’ll head on in and catch up with you afterwards,” she said with a careful push and tug to her lower back. Gwyneth nodded and stood in front of the white tarp behind her to continue her fun, Trish off to the side with eager eyes. She noticed the start of the dress’ change faster than anyone as her movements carried the fabric more than before.



With just the right amount of pressure in the right places, Trish could influence the dress to conform or loosen up like a curtain, revealing the magic of the stage Gwyneth specialized in. The shimmering charcoal apparel began to collapse as her fair neckline quickly became immensely indecent with her wide white valley of cleavage. Trish watched from the side with a hand at her mouth in anticipation, the peeks at her areolas stealing attention from the other carpet walkers.



She hardly noticed the change in her outfit with the abundance of cameras on her, surprised but not questioning the heightened volume. People audibly gawked and reacted to the reveal of her skin as the fullness of her chest was teased unaware to her. A step forward to the flashes caught her attention as she felt something graze her sensitive nipples. She felt time slow as her tits shifted out of her dress in a flash of her own to match. Her body became aware of the cool air in that moment and came to a startling realization that the dress intended to fall further.



In horror she watched it fold onto itself below her large tits, past her matching colored panties, and stop around her legs. Time returned to normal for her as she tried to grab the retreating dress and fix herself, a look in between her mobile bosom revealing another trick as her panties had slithered down alongside the dress around her thighs. The small undergarment rolled down and became engulfed by the thickness as it locked her tightly in place.



She put a hand up to try and cover her head as she lost balance, giving the overflowing crowd a shot of her red face and body exposed as she hit the floor. She looked up from her laid position like she had awoken from a nap, dark red lips in a pout as she tried to fix herself together. The top of her dress was stretched too far out for her to reach comfortably, having to get on her knees just to pool things together.



Her desperate dives and grasps made her chest shake while giving cameras closer to the building an angled view of her buns and the panties beneath. In hindsight, pulling them up first before covering her ample chest would have been best as the tricky dress refused to come to her aid. She was struggling like a cat caught under bedsheets until security finally came through to do their job.



They were there to help, and they certainly did, but their inexperience for such a debacle made it quite the moment for her. Along the way they couldn’t help but accidentally brush against and palm her voluptuous assets as they tried to get her clothed again. The tall and buff men offered decent cover at least until they decided to just get her out of the public eye.



Without a word, two men hefted her up between them with a launch at her chest before carrying her out. She was high up enough to still be captured and ogled as her bottom dipped between them with her thighs making a gate to narrowly reveal her sex. The paparazzi surged with their exit until she was finally inside, the guards bringing her to a private dressing room to recompose.



Trevor looked on from the distance outside his car, very glad he took a breather to see everything unfold. Even now he could see her being carried away as her hips dipped between the two guards and jiggled-

HONK!

His gaze broke from the noise behind him as traffic had backed up and wanted to move on, oh how their minds would be changed if they saw what he did.



Gwyneth sat on a chair and fixed her hair back with a breath of disbelief at what happened. It wasn’t uncommon with the raunchy movies she starred in but at least those were often practiced, and she had certainly not received a script for this one!



The brunette tried once again to fix the dress but even without the pressure of eyes, it just wouldn’t come together for her. “Greaaat, just great,” she chided to herself. She had little idea of how to work it, but did know who would. With an awkward waddle over to the door she cracked it open and peered out with a hand over her girls.



“E-excuse me,” she asked one of the guards, his attention clearly split between her pretty blushed face and the squish of cleavage she was sporting. “Can one of you get Trish Meyers in here please? One of my friends with blonde hair and green eyes?”

“On it,” one to the side nodded as he went for help.



Despite the exposure and how she’d surely be the talk of the night, she was able to reassure herself enough to stay and move on. She was inside and surrounded only by peers and security, next to no paparazzi making it here. Things would be fine now that she was just where she should be and help was on the way. And besides, that little incident would be overshadowed when she was bestowed with that trophy, she just knew it.





Trish was found and quickly escorted to Gwyneth’s side in the private room, figuring it would be smart to keep herself in the open for a moment like this. The notable yet less remembered actress walked into her room without a knock, catching her friend’s delicious behind in full before she could cover up.



“Ahem, you alright Gwyneth?” she asked a moment after. She was clearly spooked and spun around to cover herself, Trish caught by her natural cuteness. The short haired blonde contrasted Gwyneth in many ways: slender instead of thick, perky but nowhere near her bulk, and through current observation, a smaller trim down below.



“I’ve been worse I think, though I wasn’t happy to have this sprung on me. Do you know what happened or how to fix this? I can barely get a hold of it now,” she struggled as an example, giving a light shake of cleavage for Trish’s delight.

“I don’t mind taking a look to try, I just need you to step out of it first.”



Gwyneth followed and escaped the spill in her open black heels. A blush came on as she remembered her thong/panties naughtily around her thighs, pulling them up to cover her vagina and what they could of her tush. She covered her bust with care while the panties hung just low enough to hint at the top of her trim job. Trish stopped herself from speaking about the act, more than familiar with her naked body on and off the big screen but still captivated by her illicit expressions and posture from it.



Her hands feigned ignorance for a moment as she worked the dress like a marionette and soon laid it like it was new. “So do you know why it spazzed on me like that?” she asked, Trish giving a curious look as she remembered her lines for the scene.



“Just a hunch but maybe all the movement from your photos tipped things awry, that or it was caught under someone’s foot. It does drag a fair bit, sorry about that.”

“Well, can’t be too mad at an accident,” she sighed. “You wouldn’t happen to have a back-up would you? Or could maybe ask for one?”



“I hate to say Gwyneth but I’m not sure how many spare outfits would be here that could hold you, especially not for such a big occasion. And I only have this one,” she replied earnestly with a tug at her own light purple dress. Gwyneth held back a chuckle imagining them switch outfits, the two becoming a perfect mismatch while exposed. “What happened before shouldn’t repeat itself though, I promise. I’ll stick around to make sure of it.”



“I trust your instincts, I just hope nothing proves you wrong.” She went to a corner to put the dress on out of sight, unaware that she was in view thanks to a mirror as Trish saw her struggle. The gown was rigged to be tighter upon entry as she stepped into and fought to pull it upwards, holding back her frustrated vigor to try and not rip it. Trish couldn’t help but imagine the moment on the big screen; playful sound effects to accentuate every bounce she gave her tush, the lens’ fixation upon her knockers as their large size shook so passionately, a scene belonging in the Louvre from each angle.



“Feh, h-hey could you lend me a hand here? Not working with me again,” she finally asked with a blow at her hair. Trish hid her excited walk and up-down of the star as she laid her hands upon her, only to help of course. But along the way meeting unavoidable, large and voluptuous obstacles that her smaller hands graced and sunk into. Her queen-sized pillows felt like a dream as she held herself and the gown together, hugging her close until the fabric was where it needed to be.



“Hmm, as a safety precaution,” she started while playing with it further. A different approach would add some spice she wagered, carefully tightening and bunching it throughout to prevent an ‘incident’ like before. Notably tighter across her, the dress was worn with billows and frills spiraling from her now viewable ankles to a starting dip of cleavage.



“Oh, this is pretty nice. Thanks for the help again, Trish.”

“Anytime,” she said, happier than Gwyneth could imagine. It was certainly more constricting and pronouncing than in the limo yet tastefully adhered to her figure, still hiding her true nature in the shimmering dark grey. She thought it was a bit too much of an adjustment as she was wrapped up like less than fond memories before, but there was no backing out for her now.



Even confined once more, the image of her nubile figure was easy to imagine after getting up close and personal, and she had a feeling those outside would see it the same. Amidst the touch-up, she secretly made small but important gaps with her nails, not yet satisfied with the potential tonight had.



The two stars cracked open the door and left the room, security giving them a little nod before returning elsewhere. Gwyneth picked at her dress insecurely as Trish swiftly did it over to make sure it stayed on until the halls became lively. Murmurs of her reappearance spread quickly as she tried to play it off casually. Looks of curiosity, distaste, interest and more put that skill to the test as she wandered amongst them.



The awards floor hadn’t opened just yet as a handful of talents still needed to arrive from a hold-up in traffic, leaving many to mingle and be served appetizers as they waited for the real show to begin. Engaging in conversation was far off her wants yet people kept coming in staggered waves to chat her up.



Most were fairly sympathetic towards her after what happened and offered words of ease with their own experiences, few in comparison to the three-quarters she revealed just minutes ago.

More than a few however eyed her with envy and shot comments to match the more revealing apparel.



“Another publicity stunt to boost your chances? The voting stopped long ago, you know.”

“I’m sure she just couldn’t keep herself in, can’t imagine why with looks like hers~”

“Don’t worry too much Gwyneth, I’ve seen people strut around in much less! Why, even last year I-”



Some stung but were pushed out of mind like the others, she just had to keep her eyes on the prize. The reason she was even here tonight couldn't be taken away from another moment like that.

“Want a bite? You seem very tense and it might help you relax a bit,” Trish offered with a plate of appetizers at the ready. She eyed the mini bread slices before nibbling away, just one or two wouldn’t hurt, she figured.



Soon the main doors were opened for the main seating to begin, the duo deciding to wait aside and not slow others. Locking eyes with so many made her nervous as they passed, their sights otherwise scanning her body after what they saw on the carpet. She and Trish entered once the crowd thinned and she could take her time, heart beating faster with anticipation and worry as the stage was before her. A tall round lip was in pristine lighting with stairs to its left and right and a tacky dark curtain at its back.



They were seated further back at one of many round tables with small lights and flowers alongside two other actresses. One with black hair paid them little mind in displeasure while the red-haired star smiled at them both.



Gwyneth slowly took a seat and swore she could feel the dress slide down, glancing down in surprise to see her senses correct. What was the start of her valley became the return of her girls as their pressed creamy complexion reappeared in spades, her tight gown beginning to compensate disagreeably.



Trish’s and the red head’s eyes lit up in surprise with her as they tried to wobble for freedom, the fourth member rolling hers with a scoff. She thought on how to fix it without drawing too much attention, too late for that as several tables with gentlemen, ladies and more gave occasional and full-on looks to her predicament. ‘Maybe I should leave it be for once’ she considered despite the back of her mind shouting otherwise.



Trish made light conversation with the others as Gwyneth watched on in limbo, teasing herself and the tables around with a hint of fearful embarrassment in her eye. Trish was all smiles as she delighted in the pure expression, others at a lesser level or not sure how to feel watching her indecent display once more. Her deep breaths brought them up and down time and again as she nibbled at the appetizers continuously, the simple act adding to her spillage enticingly.



The award calling had already begun and she could barely keep focus, wondering if the stage or her own breasts were getting more attention. With a stray hand she went to feel out the trouble, she just had to know if it was as bad as it seemed, neglecting how lewd it looked to grab her own tits when few had stopped looking. A glance down made her hand seem invisible with how high her breasts were. It was bad but could be worse, maybe just a quick adjustment to-



“Ah there you are Ms. Linotti!” A cheery voice said before her rear was a foot off her seat. She and her twins were caught in a forward lean with a hand in between, looking between the caster and tall cameraman’s wide lens.



“H-Hi!” she blurted off guard, sending her hand back down resulting in a jiggle she knew set herself back and people at home reeling to the record button. “So, we’re through some of the night already with several awards given away, are you or any close peers anticipating ones for yourselves? Perhaps Actress of The Year?”



“O-oh I’m looking forward to it, yes. Lots of great talents from all over so can’t wait to see who wins it!” she finished with a chuckle, eyes darting and hoping that her visage hadn’t gone too far. Trish watched with a hand at her mouth, playing up the delicious scene she crafted. Maybe she should start writing and directing at this point. “A fine answer from one of the biggest rising stars in recent years. Keep tuned folks as that announcement will be coming very soon, and followed by a special show! Now let’s get a word from a tablemate with Mrs. Roja here!”



The lens slowly turned to observe the red-headed actress leaving Gwyneth some time to get herself together. Her masked desperation came out as she felt the spot again, easily rubbing closely to her nipples, just how much did they get from that angle?? She turned to Trish for help, the blonde surprised as the question was moving to the black-haired woman leaving her little time.



Gwyneth’s big hazel eyes carried a clear “Help Me” across as Trish tried to help quickly and earnestly. She was eye level with the pearly gates just shy of swinging wide, deciding to open them herself. Her nimble hands pulled the back of her dress up and her top down as they smothered her arm making many attendees jealous beyond belief. Their soft and warm touch nearly broke her focus as she hid her delight and lust.



Gwyneth was kneeling on her chair towards the blonde, surprised at the action and mildly scandalized with little choice. She hoped not too many saw and that the camera would miss the scene, looking around and regretting all the eyes she noticed with a shameful expression.



With quick handiwork, Trish adjusted and loosened the top enough to be brought to modesty. Well, Trish’s ideal modesty with a boon of cleavage leftover. The star’s face went through the seven stages of grief before ending in relief, the worst of it seeming to be over. The camera made its turn to Trish as she was pictured marveling at her work, Gwyneth returning to her seat and letting her take the spotlight without further distraction.



Soon enough the awards continued to what she was waiting for. Lights circled around before declaring the winner each time as the list went on with people in speeches of tears or joy from their rewards and hard work. Soon a brief intermission show would take place on the same stage, but not before the actress of the year was declared. The actor of the year returned to the floor in glee as the next began.



“And now folks across the world, here I am to reveal the actress of the year! There was a lot of steep competition once again as stars new and old graced stages and films all over, but there can only be one to take home the prize! Now without further ado, the winning actress of this year is…!



GWYNETH LINOTTI!!!”



The floor reacted once again in applause and cheers as the lights swam towards Gwyneth, her surprised and joyful reaction caught for all. “You did it!” Trish grabbed her arm in congratulations, the two sharing an excited look before she began to walk. There were certainly some pouts and less than happy faces but none of them mattered as she was the one to walk up.



All eyes watched her excitedly head to the stage, remembering to take things cautiously as she reached the stairs. She was well covered yet still attracted every gaze to her rear as it shook on the way. A happy yet nervous look was worn as she shuffled against the curtain preparing to unveil the upcoming show.



“And here you are,” the announcer said as he handed the small statue to Gwyneth, gold and no bigger than her head with a figure holding its arms. Bestowed with proof of a dream accomplished from her work and talent, Gwyneth mimicked the figure and held it like so towards the camera as the floor clapped for her once again.



Right past this handout was when a band intermission would play akin to a halftime show, the curtain just behind the stars keeping it a surprise for many. The same, tacky curtain that Gwyneth’s sensitive gown brushed against with frills and light gaps becoming too acquainted as it began to rise.



Overjoyed and basking in her triumph, the star brought the award high overhead and showed it around, leaving her frame fully open to view as the curtain was called upwards, and not leaving alone. Few close to the stage and the band behind watched in oddity as the charcoal number seemed to unravel like a d****, shifting without pressure and without a word spoken until; it vanished.



With her trophy above her head, Gwyneth felt something odd. The audience let out a universal gasp at the night’s early climax. She had prepared a heartfelt speech, ready to thank the many people who helped her get here. Friends, Family, Mentors, Directors, The Academy, everyone. But instead of a speech, she ended up thanking them another way, surprising herself as well.



Her new form of thanks came in the view of her gorgeous, curvy body as her dress was swiftly pulled from her and the stage. Her thighs jiggled slightly from the tug, but that would only be noticed later as everyone’s eyes were directed at her breasts. Her knockout mountainous tits were pulled up from the aftermath before obeying gravity and bouncing down and into each other. Those in person swear they could hear the smack of her globes colliding in what would be a moment etched in celebrity history.



A part of her knew what happened but didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to believe it. But it was all too true with endless amounts of eyes and evidence to support it. Murmurs traveled beneath as she slowly moved her posture and remembered her heels, gloves and jewelry, how very helpful they were as her last remaining items.



For the first time in a long time, her mind was truly blank. Faced with the outcome of a nightmare grander than her early stage nudity, she showed a big, sheepish smile as a blush consumed her. The award in her left hand found its first stand not on a wall or shelf, but instead at the front of the brunette’s vagina as a weak cover. She bent at the knee and tried to hide her breasts with the right arm, her nerves sending it under the full attending nipples of her milkers, squishing them like everyone wished they could.



Her eyes marveled at the stunned crowd as they marveled back at her. It was all really happening in the brief moment that felt like a day as a red flash caught her attention. The cameras, recording and broadcasting every frame and detail to millions across the states, the world. In leagues matching those of Pixar Moms, Gwyneth truly made a name for herself on the big screen for the rest of her life.



She smiled straight at the center one for another brief moment. Every flicker let the realization of things come crashing down as her face morphed from a wide smile to startled eyes and a mouth agape for her bottled up scream that pierced outside. Not another second was spent standing as she made her exit stage right. Her body practically moved without thought as she escaped to the nearest exit, and refused to stop despite what awaited outside.



Commotion broke out across the floor as many were in hysterics, scandalized or taken over with laughter from the scene. The lights dimmed and cameras were sent to break as Trish approached the stage, expecting something but truly surprised at the event that seemed like a dream. The gown was out of sight with the limited vision in the room, searching to notice an article felt at her heel.



She picked it up with wonder before realizing the lone award she would receive that night: Gwyneth’s forlorn silk thong, still in one piece while intimate and slick to the touch.





Trevor sat at the wheel and scrolled his phone boredly, trying to see the ceremony but finding connection issues. It would be hours until he could return home, but he couldn’t wait to break into a fresh dessert he bought just before work started. He exited the vehicle to stretch when he heard a commotion from the carpet side, sounds of shutter snaps and an eruption of voices of all types entering his ear. He turned around to see a crowd following a sight that was simply heavenly: Gwyneth running down the red carpet, wearing nothing of note.



There were enough flashing lights to make one think the dawn had come, and the star actress was ushering it in as she made a blinding entrance of her own, or exit rather. Her left gloved hand held a trophy tight against her bushy sex, the lucky gold figure disappearing between her quaking thighs briefly as it rubbed intimately against her.



As good a view as that alone was, it was dethroned by the animated movements of her breasts as they came closer in view. He was instantly mesmerized by the pillows colliding into and around each other like a sleepover. Each bounce, every recoil and extensive, precious second of countless pumps from her perky capped tits were effortlessly committed to memory. She intended to use an arm as cover in those frantic moments, too weak to commit as it hid between them comfortably like she wanted everyone to get the lifetime look they were getting.



Somehow, his eyes made their way to her face in time to see it red as a tomato and trying to say something. “START THE CAR!!” he made out, the request shocking his system as he went into action. He bumbled back to the driver’s seat and pressed a button to pop a door open for her while the engine reignited.



Gwyneth pushed herself more than she thought she could, a safe haven just in sight as she streaked down the red carpet. Her black heels carried her far, but faltered at the last second as they met with a bump in the carpet’s vibrancy. She caught herself at the limo’s extended step, looking up to the plush starry interior with desperation.



Too close to think, she tossed the trophy in and crawled the remainder of the way into the limo and shot a final look of shock back at the surging crowd. It would only be later that she realized how unfortunate a mistake this was, later when she’d see the countless pictures anywhere a photo was welcome. Photos of her right thigh raised and apart just enough from the grounded left to split herself above the red sea. Not just Gwyneth’s full juicy ass on display, not just a glimpse of what lay between her cheeks, not just a view of her boob bouncing down from behind, but her tender lips and light brown curls fully visible in her excited state. Red lips that matched the carpet they now faced, just slightly opened after the trophy’s intimacy.



It lasted only a second, but it was more than enough to make it be immortalized and last for eternity. She leaped the last stretch into the limo as her apple bottom pressed atop her heels, catching her breath but not alone yet. It felt like an hour for the stupid extended step to retreat back in for the door to close fully, Gwyneth fending off the paparazzi with one arm over her rack and shooing them away with the other in a final scene.



Trevor was finally able to do his job as he punched the gas and drove the actress away, both finally getting the sense to close the window and not draw further attention. Embarrassed, exhausted and exposed, Gwyneth sunk into the center of the plush seating and covered her face with her still gloved hands. Trevor slowed down as the two went in silence back to her place.



A look up made him almost miss a turn as he saw the woman’s naked body right there in the back seat, taking the time to collect herself with zero cover. He gawked for a few moments and thought about telling her, deciding to leave her be while rolling up the tinted window between them. He figured she had had enough of fans and eyes for one evening. The next half hour was calm and quiet as refreshments were rightfully used up, Trevor pulling up to the hotel she stayed at before rolling down her window.



“Here,” he said, jacket in hand towards her. It was only of decent help as she put it on her shoulders and held it tight, but maybe it would buy a hint of modesty as she went up to her room. Touched by his sincerity and effort to not stare, she stepped out of the car to the empty sidewalk with her trophy.

“Thank You, Trevor,” she said, with a tired blush. He returned a stern nod before his eyes wandered to her stellar curves, blushing himself as he tried to remain a gentleman.



“I’ll be sure to get this back to you soon. Um, take care,” she finished before walking inside, the clacks of her heels drawing his attention.



Trevor’s goodbye reached her as she carried on, unable to help but watch her leave. No red carpet was needed to appreciate how her cheeks jiggled and made waves that the jacket failed to hide as it rose above. She gave a final sheepish smile back to him as she pulled it down and stepped inside. Thankfully for him, that dessert he was longing for came early, creamier and thicker than he could have hoped, and with two cherries to boot.