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- 1-The Princess Files: Suspicions
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The Princess Files: Suspicions
She stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her own body and trying her best to be objective. She’d always had nice skin, and as she looked her reflection over she was encouraged to note that it was as smooth and flawless as ever. She looked at her arms. They were feminine but not weak. Her legs, toned and graceful with a small, neatly trimmed triangle of red pubic hair resting atop and between them. Tummy, tight. She turned one direction and then the other, no indication that she’d ever had a child. Given, it had taken years to get back to that point, but she was there nonetheless. She lifted her breasts. They weren’t what they’d been when she’d first donned the clamshell bra at 16. Certainly they were bigger, she thought, not without some pride. Not as perky as they might have been once, but if that was the worst of it, it wasn’t too bad.
She leaned in close for a good view of her own face. Not a wrinkle! She congratulated herself with a smile. Ok, maybe a tiny laugh line here and there, a little around the eyes, but the eyes themselves were still as brilliant and deep blue as the ocean, contrast that with the beautiful mane of red hair she’d been blessed with, flowing wild and unchecked down her back (the wild and unchecked look had taken about 2 hours to get just right), and anyone who could look past that to the imperfections simply wasn’t human.
Reassured once again that her beauty was indisputable, Ariel picked up the nightie she’d laid out on the dresser. Her newest purchase was a shocking red that matched her hair perfectly, and it was so sheer that even holding it in front of her so that both sides were between her and the mirror, it left nothing to the imagination, which was, of course the point. There were some thicker areas, frilled with lace, but they were designed to throw a spotlight on her naughty bits, not cover them up.
She slipped it on. The bottom just barely came down over her hips, and then it flared out, which meant that the slightest movement would reveal tantalizing glimpses of what was underneath. She picked up the thong that was supposed to accompany it and dropped it back into the drawer before examining herself in the mirror again. Perfect. Tonight she was going to get her answers. Eric was due home at any moment, and when he arrived, she was going to find out the truth once and for all.
She sprayed some perfume into the air and let the mist fall toward her. Not much, she wanted just the slightest hint of lavender. Lavender and lace, a tried and true combination. The door opened downstairs and her heart skipped a beat. It was time.
“Ariel!” A voice called.
“I’m upstairs, dear.” She called back as nonchalantly as she could manage.
She heard his heavy tread on the stairs. “Mmm, I smell something good. You ordered in?”
She put on a dazzling smile. He’d just given her the perfect straight line for her reveal. “Uh-huh,” she called back, standing just inside the doorway to their bedroom, “your favorite, but I was thinking that you might want to whet your appetite with something … sweet.”
On the last word she stepped into the hallway just as he crested the stairs, and the sudden sight of her hit her husband almost like a slap in the face. He reeled back, jaw gaping open in an expression that made the redhead giggle, which made the picture somehow even more erotic.
“Wow.” Eric managed to say after several flabbergasted seconds. He knew his wife was hot, but he didn’t expect to walk around a corner and get hit over the head with it like this.
Ariel smiled mischievously. “You like?” She asked, and she did a little twirl which caused the nightie to billow up momentarily around her waist before floating slowly back into place.
“Wow.” He said again.
She came toward him with a movement altogether too sensual to be called anything but a slink. She put her arms on his shoulders and leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss so simple and short that it might have been called chaste if a woman wearing so little could be said to do anything chaste. “Was that a yes?”
Eric continued to stare at her blankly for half a second before his brain finally kicked back into gear, or maybe it concluded that it wasn’t needed at the moment and decided to take the night off entirely. Either way, in the blink of an eye he’d grabbed hold of her waist and pushed her up against the wall, not too roughly but with enough force to make her gasp, which, incidentally, did interesting things to her chest.
Then, before the redhead could get a word out of her mouth, she had an extra tongue in it. This was soon accompanied by a pair of hands taking firm hold of her ass cheeks beneath the thin fabric overhanging them. He maintained the lip-lock for several seconds, pulling her pelvis tightly to his own.
“Where’s Melody?” He asked when he finally came up for air, but the way he immediately began trailing kisses down her neck seemed to indicate that, whatever the answer, he wasn’t planning on stopping.
“She said she was going to be home late.” Ariel’s reply was nearly a whisper, her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensation of her husband’s lips on her skin, his hands gripping her, pressing their bodies as close together as clothing would allow.
He paused for a minute, looking her full in the face. “She actually said that?”
Ariel opened her eyes in surprise. “Well, when I asked her if she’d be home for dinner, she made that laugh-snort noise she makes when she means no.” It had taken the parents some time to learn to speak disaffected teenager.
He made a non-committal sound and quickly went back to exploring her soft, pale skin with his lips. His hands began roaming a bit as well, until finally he couldn’t wait any longer. “I want you right now.” He whispered into her ear. “Turn around.”
“In the middle of the hallway?” Her voice sounded scandalized, but her eyes and the mischievous smile that her lips found once again revealed a hunger desperate to be sated.
He took it upon herself to spin her around, and she pressed her hands against the wall, presenting herself to him, the bottom of the meager negligee now hung at her waist, leaving the lower half of her body completely exposed.
“God, Ariel, you still have the ass of a 16 year old.” He admired it for a moment.
She smiled to herself and wiggled it a bit for him by way of thanks. She heard his belt coming undone and then the zipper just before his pants hit the floor with a whumf of fabric and the tinkle of metal. This was followed by the much gentler sound of his briefs joining the pile and then she felt his hands take hold of her. Their warmth and their strength was infinitely comforting, and she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her.
A soft sound escaped her as she felt that part of him searching for the connection, and then he was inside. It felt just like it had every time, just like it had the first time, that night so many years before, when her handsome, older co-star had invited the 16 year old to his trailer to celebrate the end of her first day as a movie star. There had been drinks, stronger than anything she’d tasted before. And he’d convinced her to model the clamshells for him, the ones that would soon become her trademark around the world. Then there had been his lips and his hands, all so sure and strong, not clumsy and uncertain like the other guys she’d been with. And he’d taken her right there, just as he would the next day and every day that they could find a moment together for the rest of principal photography and then for 20 years after that.
It felt to her now just like it had then, perfect, like a puzzle being solved, like the joining of two pieces designed, made, and destined to be put together. As he pushed himself into her, she felt as if she became whole.
That was what it felt like to her. She’d never asked him what it was like for him. Maybe because she knew somewhere deep down that his answer would be the same, or maybe because she dreaded, somewhere deep down, that it would not be. Given her other concerns, though, she found herself wondering.
Eric thrust in and out of his beautiful wife with a practiced ease. Once he’d gotten into a rhythm and was sure that her hands were firmly braced against the wall, he moved his left hand up beneath the thin fabric and found one of her ample breasts. The other hand he slid slowly around until it was in a position to stimulate her clit while he continued his measured, rhythmic movements from behind.
He knew what his wife liked and took no little pride in hearing her moan loudly under his ministrations. He felt her cum once and twice, each orgasm accompanied by screams of ecstasy that made him glad that their daughter was out for the night. Then it was his turn.
“I’m about to finish.” He grunted to her, not even sure that she’d hear him over the sounds she was making herself, but he moved both hands firmly back to her hips as he increased his pace for the final stretch.
“Oh, god, yes.” She moaned. “Fuck me. Fill me up. I want your cum inside me. Fill me up!”
It never ceased to amaze him that his wife, though she’d never been the prim and proper type by any means, invariably, in the deepest throes of passion, seemed to turn into a porn star. Every word out of her mouth might have been copied directly from some movie, like that had been her resource for what a woman should say when the time came. It was hot, certainly. He wasn’t going to complain about it, and it only made him thrust into her all the harder, but it was strange, and often she didn’t even seem to be aware of it. In fact, when he’d brought it up once, she’d flatly denied it. It was a strange quirk of hers, but one that he was more than happy to accommodate.
He gave one last, powerful thrust and buried himself deep inside of the writhing redhead as he came. She cried out as well, and husband and wife both hung there for several seconds, frozen, suspended in orgasmic bliss. Then they collapsed together onto the floor.
They lay there for a long while, both breathing deeply, curled up against one another. The lush hallway carpet made a fine bed for their recovery. Eric looked down. Even from where he lay on the floor the front door was in full view. If someone had come in, they would have gotten quite the show. He wondered absently if they’d ever had sex in the upstairs hallway before. They’d certainly done it nearly everywhere else, even Mel’s room once or twice when she’d been out.
He held his wife more tightly for a few moments before breaking the silence which had, for several minutes, been punctuated only by their breathing. “Well, I could certainly use some dinner after that. What about you?”
***
“He’s cheating on me!” Ariel declared, though not so loudly that people at nearby tables might overhear.
Jasmine fought not to roll her eyes. She'd known Ariel for a long time. They'd been friends since childhood, years before either had gotten their big breaks. They'd both fought their way through every trial and every joy this town had to offer, in large part by leaning on each other when times were tough and lifting each other up when they were good. That was why she was able to recognize Ariel's declaration for what it was, not a statement of fact, but a plea for help.
Her best friend had always been something of the quintessential starlet, even before she'd become a star. Ariel was a little flighty and vain, emotional, prone to overreaction, and not exceptionally bright, but she also had a good heart, a generous disposition, and a loving attitude. Those weren't virtues that they'd written into her namesake for her to play. They were the things she brought to the table to begin with.
Ariel often started off conversations like this. It was her role. She'd be miserable and scared, almost panicked about some tiny detail that her imagination had elaborated into some chimerical impending doom. Jasmine's accepted role at these times was to bring reason to bare and to talk her friend down from the furor she'd worked herself into, and from the redhead's tone of voice, Jasmine could tell that she'd spent the morning twisting herself up into a good one.
"Explain it to me, Ariel." She didn't tell her to calm down. Generally speaking, when a person is upset, telling them to calm down is probably just about the most counter-productive thing in the universe. If they're going to be calmed, it has to be circuitously, with a ninja-esque sneakiness so that by the time the person realizes that they're being calmed, they're already most of the way there.
"We had sex!" Ariel told her in dismay. Then she buried her face in her hands and shook her head slowly back and forth.
Jasmine had been sipping sagely from a glass of water when her friend made the impassioned pronouncement, and she nearly drowned as she fought to keep a sound that might have been a laugh or a gasp or a choke from escaping her mouth. She recovered herself quickly. "And that means he's cheating on you?" She kept her voice even. The only way to cut through Ariel's emotional thunderstorms was with unbending reason. Some of her friend's "disasters," might seem laughable, but laughing at them would only make things worse.
Ariel looked up at the question. "Yes." She returned after a moment's thought. "Well, no," she quickly backpedaled, "but it was ... he ..."
"Slow down a little bit, Ariel. Explain it so that I can understand."
The redhead took a breath and tried to organize her thoughts so that she could make her friend see. "Once." She said finally. "We had sex once ... and then he wanted dinner!" She buried her face again. It almost sounded like she was going to start sobbing, but Jasmine knew better. They were sitting in an open-air cafe. Her friend was emotional, but image was everything. She wouldn't cry, not in public anyway. In fact, despite the distress so clear to her best friend, Ariel had kept her voice low and to the casual onlooker, her manner was more likely to communicate weariness than misery.
Jasmine paused at that, not sure how to react. Her friend had always been a little more forthcoming about her sex life than the darker-skinned woman was completely comfortable with. Knowing the situation as intimately as she did (though certainly through no fault of her own), she was beginning to see the seed that had sowed this particular crop of despair. "Maybe he was just hungry?" The excuse sounded a little lame even to her.
"You wouldn't say that if you'd seen me last night. I looked so hot. No man alive could have kept his hands off of me." Even in the direst of circumstances, Ariel's pride could always break through, and despite everything the redhead smiled for a moment. Jasmine had to admit that, even at 36, her friend still had a body that any woman in town would kill for. "Except for the man I married." Her face fell again.
"Well, he didn't keep his hands off of you, exactly, right?"
Ariel grinned again. She had an expressive face, and rapid changes in countenance were not the least bit unusual for her. "You should have seen his expression when he got to the top of the stairs. Do you remember that nightie I bought last week? The red one?"
"You mean the invisible one?"
Her grin widened. "God, it practically knocked him over when he saw me. He fucked me right on the spot."
"In the hallway?" Jasmine acted scandalized, but deep down they both knew that while the tales of her friend's sexual exploits made her uncomfortable, she wouldn't have missed a word.
"Right up against the wall. He had me screaming in full view of the front door."
"So what's the problem?"
"The problem is that we only did it once, and then he was ready to have dinner. Dinner, Jasmine! A year ago we wouldn't have made it back downstairs until dinner tonight!"
"Maybe it's just a natural thing. He's getting older, Ariel. I mean, he'll be 44 this year." In Disneywood terms, 44 was practically ancient.
"You think I should get him some Viagra?"
"I think you should let him have some space."
"Space my ass. I think you're right. I think he's getting older. We've been together for 20 years. He's turning 44, and he's having a midlife crisis, and he's found some little slut to fuck on the side."
"Ariel-"
"No, Jasmine. I know I'm right. God, he used to plow me for hours and hours."
"I know." Jasmine sighed. There was no stopping Ariel, no matter how many times she'd heard this before.
"Melody would start banging on the door at 3 AM to get us to quiet down. She had to move into the guest room at the other end of the house."
"I know, Ariel."
There were usually about 4 more stanzas, illustrating their various feats of sexual prowess, but for once Ariel came up short. "Now I'm lucky if I can get a pity fuck once or twice a week."
"It doesn't necessarily mean-"
"Yes, it does! It all started two months ago, just out of the blue. Do you think he just suddenly started feeling his age two months ago?"
Jasmine paused at that. Here was a tangible, reasonable conclusion in an ocean of supposition and overreaction. "Really?"
"Yes, really. I didn't say anything. I didn't want it to be true. I kept hoping that it was stress at work, that it was something, anything that would blow over, but it's been two months! And after last night ... He's seeing someone else, Jasmine. I know it. It's the only explanation."
Jasmine tried to produce a counter-argument, but nothing sounded convincing. Ariel wasn't hysterical any more. She'd calmed down, and with it had come a cold certainty that she was right. The other woman found herself unable to disagree convincingly. It wasn't often that one of Ariel's outrageous conclusions actually made sense. When it did happen, there was only one thing for it.
"Ok, so what do we do about it?"
Ariel smiled again. It was always, "we." She knew that now that she'd managed to convince Jasmine, there was nothing her friend wouldn't do to help her. That's the kind of bond that develops from almost 30 years of friendship.
"We find her."
"And then?"
Ariel thought for a moment. She hadn't really considered that. This was Disneywood. These things happened every day, and if she was being honest with herself, it was a shock that it hadn't happened before now. 20 years in this town was unheard of. It was practically a fairy tale in its own right. What she needed was to make sure it didn't become public. If the press got a hold of this, she would be humiliated.
"We find her." She said again after a long, thoughtful silence. "I need to know who it is. We'll figure things out from there."
Jasmine inwardly heaved a sigh of relief at her friend's unheard of display of level-headedness. The situation had potential disaster written all over it. "Good thinking." She encouraged. "If the paparazzi start digging around about infidelities, we could get some major blowback on you."
Ariel gave her a confused look.
"Well, it's not like you've always been, you know, completely faithful."
"What?!"
Jasmine looked around to reassure herself that no one could hear. "Well, there was that thing at Jane's bachelorette party."
"Oh, come on, strippers don't count." She gave her friend a devilish grin. "Besides, you know who he was. How could I not?"
"Yeah, I know. Poor guy. He gave, 'falling on hard times,' a whole new meaning." They both giggled.
As usual, Jasmine was the first to come back to the matter at hand. "And then there was the time that we had all those margaritas at Mulan and Meg's."
Ariel's laughter didn't abate any with the memory. "Eric would love to hear about that. Me and three other girls? He'd probably pass out from all that blood suddenly rushing to his dick. Besides, you weren't exactly innocent in that one either, from what I remember."
"Which probably isn't much." Jasmine countered, matching Ariel's evil little smile with one of her own. "But I wasn't married."
"No, just supporting a long-term, dead-beat boyfriend."
Jasmine shrugged with a practiced nonchalance. It was probably the biggest, most long-lived mistake of her life, and her best friend never let her forget it. That's one of the privileges awarded to best friends. "Well, it taught me a lesson about dating my co-stars, mistaking on-screen love for the real thing." She gave Ariel a significant glance, her little bit of revenge.
Ariel pretended not to have noticed and took a sip of her coffee. "That was an interesting night."
"Yeah, I'm sure the tabloid jackals would find it very interesting."
"Maybe I should just tell Eric about that. It would definitely get his attention back on me."
"You're kidding." This time Jasmine really was scandalized. Only 4 people knew about that night, and she wanted to keep it that way.
Ariel made a show of giving the matter considerable thought, gazing off into the distance (in this case, "the distance" was a busy bank building across the street). "It might be the easiest way." She said, seemingly more to herself than to her friend. Then, still facing away, she cast an oblique glance at her friend, watching her out of the corner of her eye. "You might even come over to help me ... reenact some of it."
Jasmine nearly choked on her biscotti. "Ariel!"
The redhead gave up the pretext of disinterest. "Come on," she said conspiratorially. "You haven't gone on a date in almost a year. You need a man before you forget how to use one. It just so happens that I have one that needs a little extra attention. I'm sure a couple of nights with the two of us would make him forget all about whatever little bitch he's stepping out with."
"Ariel, that's crazy."
"Don't tell me he's not handsome enough for you."
"You know that's not what I meant."
"What, then? I don't mind sharing him, not if it's with you. After all this time ... we're best friends. It's almost like we're the same person. And you'd like it, Jas. He can do things, oh God. Believe me, he knows how to please a woman."
"So you've told me, at length. I just ..." Realization suddenly washed over her. "That's what this whole thing is about, isn't it? You said all of this to try and trick me into having a threesome with you!"
The crimson tint that suddenly appeared at Ariel's cheeks was all the answer she needed to give.
"Has anything you've said been true?!"
Now Ariel looked hurt. "I didn't lie to you! I told you everything. I was thinking about it this morning, and I wanted to cry, and I wanted to kill him, but then ... I just thought there might be a way to fix this that would make us both happy. Like maybe it was my fault, maybe I wasn't interesting enough for him anymore. This way, everyone wins."
Jasmine reached out and took her friend's hand. "This is not your fault, Ariel. It's his fault, and you can't fix anything by letting him off the hook."
Ariel seemed to think about that for a moment, but her best friend could tell that it hadn't sunk in. "But he likes you, Jas." Ariel said, confirming her impression. "I caught him staring at your ass once."
"He WHAT!?" For the first time one of them was loud enough for others nearby to hear. Jasmine looked around somewhat embarrassed.
"Don't be upset. It's a compliment. I always said you had a great ass."
"When?" Jasmine was very obviously not the least bit amused by the revelation.
"Remember when you broke up with what's-his-name last year and we went out to celebrate? Every time you went to the bar to get drinks, it was like his eyes were glued to your ass the whole way there."
"The second I was available. Men are such pigs."
"Don't be like that. I told you, if it's you it doesn't bother me. After we got home I made fun of him about it. He tried to deny it at first, but it was hard considering that he'd been doing it all night. I asked him if he wanted to see you naked, if he wanted to see the two of us doing things together."
"You didn't!"
Ariel's smile became distant as she fell into the memory. "He threw me down on the bed. Must have made me cum ten times that night. Mmm." She shifted her legs in a way that made her raven-haired friend glance around in embarrassment.
"Ariel."
Her friend suddenly remembered where she was, and her cheeks reddened again. "Anyway, I was gonna try to get you to help me with a birthday present for him this year." She smiled that wicked smile again, "but I don't think we can wait that long anymore."
Jasmine briefly wondered if she might have reacted differently to the planned birthday present proposal. Either way, Ariel had obviously put a lot of thought into this, and she had to say no in a way that her friend wouldn't argue with.
"Let's call that plan C." She said after a moment. "As in Completely insane."
"Fine." Ariel said, biting back an argument. "So plan A is find the girl."
"Exactly. So where do we start looking? His work?" Eric had been in 2 of Ariel's movies, and he'd had some smaller roles before and after, but he'd started acting as a way to make some money while his parent's wealth had put him through law school. Now he was a high-profile junior partner at a prestigious Disneywood law firm.
"No way. If there's one thing that I know about my husband after all these years it's that he loves actresses. There's no way he's scrounging around in some little paralegal's pants when he could walk down the street and find a new or washed-up starlet desperate to get her name in the tabloids by spreading her legs for someone famous. I told you what happened when he found out I was making the prequel, right? God, it was like he hadn't seen me in years. Insatiable, we'd break for lunch, and I'd find out that he'd driven down on his lunch break for a quickie or two in my trailer. Sure, they had to CG out a few lines and let out the clamshells some, but for the two of us it was like the beginning all over again."
"Ariel!" This time Jasmine actually snapped her fingers to bring her friend back to reality. Ariel had the decency to look embarrassed at being sidetracked so easily. "So an actress?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then there's only one place it makes sense to start."
"Where?"
"The Wicked Queen's Castle."
"Oh, God, do you think that's it?"
"You don't think it makes sense?"
Ariel looked elated. "No, it makes perfect sense. Why didn't I think of that? I'd give anything for that to be it."
"You want him visiting the Queen's Castle?"
"If he's paying for it, it means he's not in love with some other woman. It just means he needs a little variety. If that's the case ... well, plan C is looking better and better."
Jasmine bit back a response. There was no use retreading old ground. Instead she waved the waiter over and gave him her credit card for the check. "I've got to see Aurora in a little while." She told Ariel after he was gone. "The company is still sandbagging us on the residuals from the Princess line."
"You're already getting 10 times as much as any of us."
"I told you when we started out to pay more for the better agent. Anyway, that shouldn't take more than an hour or two. I can pick you up and we can head to the Queen's at," she looked at her watch, "three?"
"Great. Thank you so much, Jasmine."
"It's been twenty years since you needed to thank me for anything, Ariel." The two smiled at each other, the powerful, comfortable smile of lifelong friends.
When the check came, Jasmine signed it, including a generous tip for the waiter. And then drifted into some casual conversation, partially for his benefit. "So how is Melody, anyway? I haven't seen her in a while."
"God, I don't know what to do about that girl anymore. I love her, but it's like we live on different planets and speak different languages. Anything I say just upsets her."
Jasmine just nodded. She'd never had any children, but she knew 17 year old girls were trouble. The two of them had been 17 year old girls once, and she knew for a fact that they'd been all kinds of trouble, most of which their parent's never even dreamed of.
The two of them stood up from the table and began the walk down the block to their cars. "The other day she dropped a catalog of body jewelry. When I asked her about it, she said she wanted to get a nose ring. Can you imagine, my daughter walking around with a nose ring? I want to let her live her own life, make her own mistakes, not like my mother treated me. So I didn't say anything, but when I told Eric about it, he put his foot down. You should have heard them yelling at each other. I thought they'd wake the whole neighborhood. I was glad, though. I can't even imagine, I mean, what she did to her hair, and the clothes that she's been wearing are bad enough."
***
Melody's preferred clothing was of the artfully shredded variety. Her jeans were criss-crossed by so many slashes and tears that the casual observer was forced to wonder how exactly they managed to hold together at all. Whatever had mauled her jeans had apparently had a go at her favorite black shirt as well. Horizontal slashes ran all along the front and back, giving enticing views of her midriff and lower back. Two undamaged swathes ran across her chest. This would have made a tight shirt resemble a bikini top, but Melody preferred loose-fitting clothes, which actually meant that, if she moved just right, the shirt became practically obscene. At any given moment the shirt was doing a rather poor job of covering the soft, pale flesh that was its charge.
As Melody's mother and her best friend met for coffee the shirt was doing a poorer job than usual because it was lying in a heap on the floor, along with her tattered jeans and a dark set of matching undergarments.
The jet black hair that the 17 year old had inherited from her father was cut in a very distinctive style. Above her right eye it was barely longer than an inch, but it became gradually longer in a sweeping line as it curved around her head until it fell to just beneath her chin, partially obscuring her left eye.
Her exposed teenage breasts were larger than her mother's had been at her age, and each of them was ornamented by a small barbell-shaped stud piercing the nipple. She'd employed a fake ID to get those two piercings done the previous year, content that what her parents couldn't see wouldn't hurt them.
Farther down, past the tight stomach muscles and the clean-shaven pubic mound was yet another piercing, a small golden ring that ran through her clitoris. That had actually been easier to get. She'd simply offered the guy at the tattoo parlor a hand-job. He hadn't asked for any ID at all.
Looking like the poster girl for teenage rebellion, Melody stood in the center of one of the girliest bedrooms imaginable. The huge, soft bed was covered with a pink comforter and served as the residence for a half-dozen cheerfully smiling stuffed animals. The walls were papered with a ludicrously colorful floral pattern, and punctuated by posters of honest-to-goodness ponies and the like. The room stood in such stark contrast to the girl that it seemed almost impossible that both could occupy the same space without one obliterating the other. Every corner, every nook, every shelf, every square inch of the room held something pink or princess-themed or just intolerably cute. That is to say, every square inch except for that occupied by Melody and the area directly in front of her, which she was looking down at with a lewd sort of smirk.
Another girl was there, similarly disrobed. She was quite visibly a year or two younger than Melody. She had similarly black hair, though she wore it in a more traditional style. Her skin was the color of brown sugar, and from her position on her hands and knees, her large eyes, like almonds in shape and color, looked back up at the older girl expectantly.
Melody put her hands on her hips, the black nail polish she wore standing out the more prominently against her pale skin. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work, bitch." The younger girl smiled, and without a word, she inched closer to Melody and, wrapping her arms around the milky white thighs, she practically dove, face-first of course, into the other girl's crotch.
As the younger girl's tongue began to lap at her pussy lips like some sort of over-eager puppy, Melody wrapped her fingers up in the other girl's silky hair. "Mmm," she sighed softly, "that's nice, Lilo." The young island girl wasn't the most skilled person that Melody knew, but she made up for it in enthusiasm.
Lilo would assault Melody's pussy lips with a series of rapid strokes with her tongue, very puppy-like. Then occasionally she would instead dip her tongue inside and make a series of slower exploratory motions. She made sure to frequently prod the clit ring, either with her tongue or her nose, and the mix of intense pleasure and slight pain that that caused almost invariably sent a shudder through the body of Ariel's daughter.
Before long Lilo was bringing her fingers into play as well, She slipped a finger into Melody's dripping snatch, which was soon followed by a second and a third. All the time, she never let up with her tongue.
"Oh, fuck, Lilo," Melody husked, her eyes closed as she let herself go, enjoying her friend's ministrations. "A little faster."
Without missing a beat, Lilo accelerated her pace to match the request.
Now the older girl's body really began to jerk. Lilo could barely keep up with her movements as Melody reached out to steady herself but found nothing to grab onto. Sensing the end approaching Lilo jammed her fingers as far as they would go, and made one last assault on the clit and its ring.
Melody's knees began to buckle as she felt her orgasm approaching, and she let herself down as softly as she could manage into a large Disney Princess bean bag chair that sat nearby. Fortunately, as she settled in, she was a little too preoccupied to notice the face of her mother, smiling at her from a couple of inches to her left.
Lilo had anticipated the move and only lost contact for a second while pursuing the fugitive snatch to its new resting place. "Oh, FUUCK!" Melody yelled out after another minute or so. Her body went rigid as she climaxed, and Lilo didn't slow down until the pale girl's muscles relaxed again a few moments later.
The younger girl looked up at her after they were done. Melody's soft skin was glistening with sweat, and the long strands of hair that usually hung so neatly over the left side of her face were splayed across her whole countenance, hiding the blissed out look she wore. She breathed heavily, and Lilo watched her generous bust rise up and down slowly in time with her breath, their little metallic accoutrements glinting happily on each trip as they intersected a beam of light that slanted in through the blinds.
After a few long moments of rest, Melody reached up to brush her hair out of her face. That's when she saw her mother's image cheerfully watching her. She moved instinctively to get away from it, but Lilo chose the exact same moment to plop down on top of her, planting an energetic kiss on her unrespecting lips.
"How was that?" She asked excitedly.
Melody considered her response for a moment. She occasionally liked to give a discouraging response, just to watch the look of disappointment slide across Lilo's face. This time, she decided after a moments thought, she'd be nice. "It was great."
The younger girl's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and she snuggled up against Melody in the bean bag chair. The teenage rebel smiled inwardly at the rather pleasant sensation of the 15 year old's more modest breasts pressing against the side of her own.
Despite the decor, Melody liked coming to Lilo's house because her parents, big time studio execs, were never around, and because Lilo would do just about anything for her. For her part, Lilo practically worshipped Melody for her confidence, independence, and the way she stood up to her parents. Melody rather liked being worshipped. So it worked out well.
Lilo's parents made up for their constant absence by buying their daughter any and everything they thought she might want, but they also had very concrete ideas about how a young lady should act. For the most part, she didn't have the courage to rebel against those ideas, even when they weren't around. Somehow, though, when Melody was around, her parents' orders didn't seem quite as binding as they usually did. Besides which, Melody's orders were generally more fun to obey.
"So," Lilo ventured after a few minutes of quiet skin-on-skin contact, "is it my turn?" By way of encouragement, she gently twisted one of Melody's nipples, causing the smooth metal to rub against her skin.
"Ooo," Melody chirped at the stimulation. "Well, I'd say you've earned a little something. Let's see if you're ready."
She reached down and slipped her hand in between the younger girl's legs, running her fingers along the nearly hairless pussy. The little island girl practically vibrated with pleasure. "Holy shit, Lilo. You're soaked. It's running all down my leg."
Lilo giggled and then kissed her again. "You know that making you cum always does that to me."
"Fine." Melody said. She pushed them both up from the bean bag chair and slapped her partner playfully on the ass. "Hop onto the bed. I'll go get our little friend."
Melody opened the bottom-most drawer in Lilo's dresser. The huge drawer was filled almost to overflowing with old clothes that the 15 year old hardly, if ever, wore, but, being a frequent visitor, Melody knew that it also contained a few other things that saw rather more use.
Meanwhile, Lilo jumped up onto her enormous bed and positioned herself on her hands and knees, presenting her naked rear end to her friend, and even though the other girl was still across the room, the little island girl was practically shaking with anticipation. "Hurry up, Mel!" She said after only a few seconds had passed. Despite her impatience, she didn't look back at her friend. Instead, she focused her eyes on her pillow and excitedly wiggled her butt a little. The anticipation was almost as much fun as what she anticipated.
"Hold your horses." The older girl said. "I'm coming."
Lilo bounced slightly at the last word. She bounced a little more when she heard the dresser drawer slide shut, and then she froze when she felt Melody climbing onto the bed behind her. She felt the other girl's hands take firm hold of her tight teen ass, and then Melody asked, "Are you ready?"
Lilo wanted to jump on top of her by way of response, but she satisfied herself with a simple, "Duh!" Then she felt something alien and cold rub against her pussy lips, and this time she did jump. The motion was accompanied by a tiny squeal.
"Oops," Melody said, with an evil sort of smile, "was that a little cold? Should I warm it up first?" Attached to Melody's hips via several padded leather straps was a 9-inch purple phallus, one of the little toys that she'd acquired for her friend and helped her to hide. It looked rather intimidating next to the younger girl's 15 year old orifice, but she knew from experience that the two actually fit together surprisingly well.
After the initial shock, Lilo quickly repositioned herself until she could feel the strap on poking at her once again. "I'll warm it up." She assured her friend. "Just do it!" And after a moment's thought she added, "Please?"
Hardly able to ignore such a polite, not to mention desperate, request, Melody complied, pushing forward and slowly penetrating the other girl's warm, quivering pussy with her own cold, artificial dick.
"Mmmmm," Lilo moaned, and she pushed back, trying to take more of the purple intruder more quickly. Melody, however, kept a firm hold on her friend, maintaining full control of their pace.
After three or four inches had disappeared inside of her, Lilo began pushing back even harder. At that, Melody stopped advancing completely, leaving her friend to make a series of unintelligible noises, half pleasure, half complaint. "Someone is in a hurry today." Melody said in an infuriatingly parental tone. "I think we need to teach you to take things slow."
"Meeeeel," Lilo whined. "Don't tease me, pleeeease!"
Melody made a clicking noise with her tongue. "This is a valuable lesson, young lady. Patience is a virtue." At that, Lilo began to wiggle violently, but her friend held her tight, not giving her an inch more. "I can wait all day." She said, allowing a smug smile to creep into her voice.
Finally the younger girl gave in and remained perfectly still. "Good." Melody whispered. "Now, let's see how much patience you can manage. If you do well, you might even get a reward."
Lilo let out another moan, this one not particularly pleasurable, but she didn't move again. True to her word, Melody seemed determine to take it as slowly as possible. She took two full minutes to sink the remaining five inches of synthetic shaft into the younger girl. Lilo let out sigh of pleasure when she felt Melody's hips pressing into her as the strap-on reached its deepest point. Melody then took a sadistic sort of pleasure in taking just as long to pull back out again and then at least another minute to bury the purple toy a second time.
Lilo bore it all with a stoic sort of impatience that Ariel's raven-haired daughter could feel in every tiny motion of the other girl’s hips and hear in every desperate sound that she made.
Finally, when Lilo's tiny pussy was once again completely filled with mock-cock, she wrapped her arms around the younger girl, cupping her small tits and leaned forward to softly kiss her neck. "You did very good, Lilo," she whispered an inch from her ear, "and now, you get your reward."
Keeping a tight grip on her friend, Melody swung the two of them backward and fell onto her back, lifting the Hawaiian girl into a sitting position, the strap-on still buried to the hilt.
Lilo was a small girl, even considering her age, and while Melody was no giant herself, she managed to take hold of the smaller girl and spin her around so that they were facing one another while Lilo straddled her. The darker-skinned girl squealed with excitement at the unanticipated turn of events. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against her partner's larger version, and kissed her full on the mouth, their tongues intertwining and dancing with each other for several long moments.
"I love being on top." She declared when she finally broke the kiss. Pure glee radiated from her.
"I know."
"So now I get to be the boss?"
"It's all you."
"Eee!" She kissed Melody again. "You're the best, Mel."
"Well, get started already." Melody told her after another long kiss. "I want to see those little titties bouncing."
"Haha!" More than happy to comply, Lilo braced herself and began to lift herself up off of her friend's dick only to come happily crashing down again a moment later.
Before long, she was bouncing up and down with reckless abandon, her eyes closed, completely oblivious to anything except for the feeling between her legs. True to her word, Melody watched hungrily as the smaller girl's modest breasts bounced around with her movements. She found the sight incredibly hot, and the stimulation she was getting from her friend's motions wasn't hurting either.
Lilo came twice like that, rutting herself into a frenzy and then screaming out her orgasm to the otherwise empty house. Then she came a third time when Melody threw her onto the bed and pounded into her with ample enthusiasm of her own.
After that the two teenagers collapsed onto Lilo's pink bedspread, both of them covered in sweat, breathing heavily from the exertion, breasts rising and falling with rhythmic, hypnotic regularity.
"That was awesome." The younger girl said after several minutes had passed.
"It was." Melody agreed, reaching her hand down and absently stroking the faux-phallus she still wore. It was soaked in Lilo's juices, and she then offered her moistened hand to her friend who took it and eagerly began sucking the girl-cum-coated fingers into her mouth one at a time.
"I'm going out with Dede and some of the girls tonight." Melody said after another moment. "You can come if you want."
Lilo's mouth fell open in the middle of licking Melody's index finger clean. After a moment's processing, her eyes lit up. "Really?" She and Melody had been friends for a while, but this was the first time the older girl had ever invited her out with other people. Mostly Melody just came over and they made their own fun.
"Sure." She said, wiping her liberated hand on the painfully pink bedspread. "It'll be fun."
The younger girl practically leapt off of the bed and ran over to her closet. "I have to find something to wear!"
"Nothing pink!" Melody called after her, but she didn't bother to even glance over. Her eyes were far away, and as Lilo continued to ramble on, more to herself than her friend, the raven-haired girl quickly lost herself in thoughts that a keen observer would have noted could not have been entirely pleasant, given the furrow of her brow and the set of her lip.
***
Ariel and Jasmine were shown to seats in a rather overly-ostentatious sitting room just off the main hall. Deep crimson dominated the far-too- sumptuous decorating scheme with whites, blacks, and dark woods playing large roles as well. It gave the impression of wealth and opulence, but with a distinct undertone, something passionate, dark, and primal. Or maybe that was just what the two women read into it as they waited.
After a few moments a rather generously proportioned woman came in. She had a pony tail of blackish-brown hair and wore a strangely-ruffled, too-tight green blouse. She placed cups of tea in front of the two guests and told them that their host would be with them momentarily before quickly bustling out of the room. Ariel shifted uncomfortable in her seat until the new arrival was gone.
"What's wrong?" Jasmine asked after the woman had disappeared back into the hallway, leaving the door halfway open in her haste.
"That was Adella." Ariel said. Then, in response to Jasmine's blank look, "She played one of my sisters." Jasmine's eyes widened slightly and shot back to the doorway as it to get another look, but Adella was long gone. "You could even see that they had her wearing a clamshell bra underneath her blouse." Ariel shook her head and took a quick drink of from the tea cup Adella had left.
"Well, that was a little bit awkward."
"No kidding. That woman is such a bitch to send her in here like that."
"You think she did it on purpose?"
"Don't you?"
Jasmine simply took a sip herself and watched the door. It quickly became evident that there were quite a few people in the Castle that the two of them didn't want to make eye contact with. Though Jasmine did smile very briefly when she saw her old "friend" Sadira pass by, a rather unpleasant looking man in tow.
Lots of women came to Disneywood with dreams of making it big. A few of them even managed to do it, but actually living the dream proved to be problematic. In the 50+ years since the company had bought out all the other major studios and remade the town in their image, they had completely changed the way that the industry worked.
The company built stars. They used your own name for your character (or in a few cases, had an actor legally change their name), and they associated the two so closely that in the minds of the public there was generally very little difference between actor and character.
From an advertising and marketing perspective, this was great. From a corporate perspective, even more so. They didn't have movie stars in the traditional sense, not any more. Each new movie needed a new star. So there was no Bogey demanding a million dollars to take the lead in a film. In fact, the new blood, particularly the young girls (who were the company's favorite leads), was usually so excited that they'd sign anything the studio put down in front of them for the chance to be a star, and the studio knew it.
This meant that when the company made you a star, they did it as cheaply as they could get away with. It also meant that being a star was, typically, tantamount to career suicide. If you took small roles you'd never get famous, but you could keep working. If you were a star, everyone would know your name, but, barring sequels or TV shows, you'd never get another role. Some people went into theater, but even then the really big names usually ended up doing musical versions of their films.
So a young, naive girl would sign away every right she had to herself for the chance to be a star. She'd have her moment in the sun, usually get a nice big check, and then she'd never be heard from again.
This was starting to change, to some extent, particularly now that the company had realized that old characters could still be valuable with things like the Disney Princess line of DVD movies and products, but most of the girls had long-ago signed away their likeness rights. This meant that, with the exception of Jasmine, most of them saw next to nothing from the billion-dollar line of princess merchandise bearing their images that had captured the hearts and dollars of young girls across the globe.
With the help of a former star-turned-cutthroat Disneywood agent, Jasmine had managed to hold on to her own likeness rights, which meant that, after some serious negotiating when the line first came out, she saw almost a full 10% of the profits from the merchandise. The other girls still participated, of course, whether because they needed the money that they did get paid or because they missed the glory days.
The bottom line, though, was that there were a lot of unemployed actresses in town. Some of them had gotten smaller roles and never quite made it. Some of them were still trying. And some of them had hit it big, pissed the money away, and then just refused to leave. They all ended up at the Wicked Queen's Castle. A place where, for a price, men could live out their fantasies of fucking a girl fresh off the big screen.
It had essentially the most famous brothel in US history, and while the company couldn't publically support such a blatantly illegal business, it was generally believed that they used their considerable influence with local and state government to make sure that it was allowed to continue operating. It was great publicity, after all. What was better than watching a beautiful young girl on screen? Watching a beautiful young girl on screen, and knowing that one day you might actually have a shot at her. There were also rumors that the Castle's equally-infamous madam offered company executives, "star service," in order to keep the arrangement going.
When she finally arrived she swept into the room as lightly as a breeze, the bright yellow and blue of her dress making her stand out against the sensuous color palette of the room, drawing the eye to her, which, Jasmine reflected, was probably the intent.
She looked at the two friends for a moment and then gave a theatrical gasp. “Ariel, Jasmine, my goodness! When Claudia told me the two of you were here I almost didn’t believe her. It’s so good to see you girls.” Her childlike voice was dripping with a sweetness so long-practiced that it very nearly sounded sincere. As she spoke, she primly sat down in the third chair at the table, somehow managing it with the air of a queen sitting her throne. Then again, given the setting, that wasn’t all that far from the mark.
“Hello, Snow.” Jasmine replied with a coolness she made little effort to conceal. “Thank you so much for seeing us like this. We know how busy you must be.” A subtle emphasis on the last sentence left no doubt about just what Jasmine thought of the other woman’s business. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to antagonize the woman they’d come to ask a favor of, but Snow never failed to irritate her, no matter where they were, and having walked right into her den, as it were, Jasmine found herself a little more prickly than she might have otherwise been.
The madame just gave her one of those wide sweet smiles that didn’t quite seem to touch her eyes. “Well, you know the service industry, dear, never a dull moment.” Jasmine sensed the dig and shrugged it off. She hadn’t been a waitress in years, and she was determined not to give this ancient bitch a chance to get under her skin, not today.
Snow White was 70, at least 70, it was a well-known fact. You just had to glance at the copyright date on her movie if you wanted confirmation, but she didn’t look it. In fact, she didn’t look like she’d aged a day since filming the Seven Dwarves. With her pale, smooth skin, her high, rosy cheeks, her perfectly quaffed ink-black hair and her small girlish figure, she might have just stepped out of the film. She could have passed for someone’s kid sister, except for the eyes. That’s where you could see it, if you had the courage to look. She had old eyes, and cold, eyes that had seen the best and worst this town had to offer. And when she really focused them on you, you could believe that this was a woman who’d carved out a little kingdom for herself in a city where exploitation was the rule and backstabbing was everyone’s favorite sport.
There were rumors, of course, a wide range of them, about how she’d manage to keep her youthful look for so long. Most people assumed it involved insane amounts of experimental plastic surgery. Though, the second most popular theory was black magic. The only thing people knew for sure was that she was the only one of the original 3 princesses who still looked the part enough to play herself in the new product line. Though it could hardly be said that she needed the money. If the rumors on that score were true, the Castle brought its mistress rather more than even Jasmine was making off the popular franchise.
“So to what do I owe the pleasure, girls? I think this is the first time you’ve ever visited my humble little home.”
“Yes,” Ariel said, trying to be ingratiating to make up for Jasmine’s icy demeanor. “You’ve done,” she looked around, searching for a word, “umm, incredible things with this old place.”
“Oh, yes,” Snow agreed proudly, “you wouldn’t believe the state the house was in when I bought it. More than 60 rooms and not a one of them anything like livable. Hadn’t been used by anyone in 50 years, unless you count vagrants.” She wrinkled her nose at some unpleasant memory. “But just look at it now. The pride of Disneywood.”
Jasmine did her best to transform her involuntary snort into a sneeze, with only middling success. Ariel seemed to take it as a signal to move on before the situation could devolve further.
“The reason we’re here,” the redhead began with a confidence of tone that very quickly fell apart. It was one thing to tell her best friend about her suspicions, they were so close that they were practically one person, but now on the verge of telling someone else, her tongue had trouble finding the words. Saying them here, letting them fall into someone else’s ear would make them real, but what choice did she have? “We wanted to know …” She looked to Jasmine, her friend looked encouragement at her, but it was obvious that she wasn’t going to intervene, it was a decision Ariel had to make for herself. “I need to know if … if my husband … if Eric …” It was out there now, and there was no turning back. “Has he been here, Snow? Please, I have to know.”
Snow White’s cold eyes widened fractionally. The ruler of the Wicked Queen’s Castle was also the queen of gossip in a town that dribbled it from each of a million orifices, but here, obviously, was something fresh indeed. But decades of secrets and lies meant that her response was on her lips before she even gave it a conscious thought, and any reaction she might have displayed in the face of the unexpected question was so slight that it went completely unnoticed by the two friends.
“Oh, girls,” she responded, doing a terrific approximation of regret, “you know I can’t answer a question like that. In a business like mine, if I started telling people who my clients were, pretty soon I wouldn’t have any at all.”
Jasmine seemed to have her response preloaded. “Well, certainly we wouldn’t ask you to tell us who you clients are.” Snow gave her a curious look, Ariel a disbelieving one. “But if someone wasn’t your client, well, if could hardly hurt anyone’s reputation to tell us that.”
The madame gave Jasmine a sly little smile, and for once her eyes and lips seemed to agree. “Dear old Aurora is rubbing off on you, Jasmine. And I’m not entirely sure that that’s a compliment.” She seemed to consider it for several long moments before looking at Ariel with every mark of honest pity. “For anyone else, the answer would still be no, but I’ve always liked you Ariel, dear, and I would have you think well of me.” Ariel’s face lifted with new hope. “Would it be alright if I called in my assistant? She keeps much closer track of these things than I do.”
Jasmine was certain that the old woman was lying, that she knew every person who stepped over that threshold moments after their arrival, but with the hope of an answer to her question, Ariel seemed to find letting another person into her confidence a small price to pay. The redhead nodded without hesitation.
Snow pulled a small cell-phone from somewhere among the folds of her dressed and pressed a button. “Could you come to the red parlor for a moment, dear? Our guests need some information.” Then she hung up again, barely waiting for a reply. “She’ll just be a minute.” She assured her guests. “So, girls, tell me what’s happened. What’s Eric done to bring the two of you all the way here?”
“He … he…” Ariel couldn’t quite bring herself to start on the explanation. Telling Jasmine had been one thing. Telling Jasmine a secret was like telling a sister or her left arm. Looking across the table into those eyes, cold as winter, she couldn’t explain it, though their question should have made it all clear enough.
“He’s just been acting a little strangely.” Jasmine volunteered. “And you know Ariel. She gets worked up about these things sometimes.” Ariel glared at her briefly but didn’t argue the point. She could tell her friend was trying to play the whole thing down in front of the gossip queen, and she was grateful. “I just thought she’d feel better if she could hear from you that there was nothing to worry about. After all, no one knows this town’s secrets like you do, Snow.”
It was something of a backhanded compliment, but since it was entirely true, Snow White just nodded her head. Then she turned a sympathetic eye toward Ariel. “Well, I can’t say it would surprise me, dear. You’ve been together a long time, and you know the old saying about relationships with co-stars.” She turned her smile on Jasmine, and if it had had a few more teeth it would have been at home on a shark. “I think Jasmine knows a little about that.”
Before Jasmine could respond the door opened and a slim figure slipped into the room. Even with her head down, the two friends recognized the newcomer’s blue dress immediately, and they shot each other quick glances. This had the potential to be the most awkward moment yet.
“Belle!” Snow called gently. “There you are. Come and greet our friends.”
The former star made her way over with every sign of wanting to be anywhere else, but when she arrived by Snow’s side, she looked up briefly, making a valiant attempt at a smile. “Hello, Ariel, Jasmine. It’s wonderful to see you.” It clearly wasn’t.
“Hi.” Ariel said, not so lost in her own thoughts that she couldn’t gape a bit.
“Belle,” Jasmine said, trying to show a little more self-control than her friend. “It’s been months. You look … great.”
Belle looked away again, clearly not wanting to dwell on how she looked. As with most of the Castle’s girls, Belle wore something from her film that made her immediately recognizable. The blue frock dress over the white shirt was iconic. It even had the white apron wrapped around the front. Of course, everything was rather tighter than it had once been, especially around the front where things were very different from what the two visitors remembered.
Everyone knew Belle worked at the Castle, of course. Belle had been friendly, outgoing, and enamored of the Disneywood lifestyle after her big success. Her friends, Ariel and Jasmine chief among them, had tried to give her advice, but the young girl, flush with money, glamour and fame, managed to run through all of the former in just a few years. Then, used to a certain standard of living and unwilling, or maybe unable, to leave the city that, to her, had become the center of the civilized world, she’d eventually ended up on Snow’s doorstep, becoming the Castle’s most valuable commodity, one of the actual princesses (Snow, of course, being above the real work that went on in the Castle, though there were some rumors). Snow White could hardly have made more money if she’d discovered a literal gold mine on her porch.
So Belle was living the high life again, seen with rich men at all the trendiest spots, making more money in a year than she’d ever made from a film, but people could tell that she didn’t seem to be enjoying it like she once had.
Then, of course, there was the most recent indignity. Ariel and Jasmine had heard some rumors, but they hadn’t seen their old friend in a while. It turned out the rumors were true, and they were both having difficulty pretending not to notice. Belle’s chest was enormous. People were joking that the Castle’s devious mistress had found a way to milk a few more dollars out of her cash cow, but the girls enhanced breasts looked like they could supply milk for half the state. From the look of barely concealed embarrassment, even shame on her face when meeting her old friends, it was obvious that the improvements hadn’t been Belle’s idea.
Snow White, of course, pretended not to notice any of the silent sentiments being expressed around her. “Ariel and Jasmine have a question for us, Belle, dear. I told them that you could answer it better than I.” Belle gave her mistress a surprised glance but didn’t say anything. “They’d like to know if Ariel’s handsome husband has paid us a visit recently.”
Belle’s surprised look now focused on Ariel, her own issues taking a back seat. “Eric??”
The tormented look on the redhead’s face was answer enough, and Belle looked back to her employer for direction.
“Of course I told them that we couldn’t reveal the identity of our … visitors. They trust us to keep these things to ourselves. But…” she glanced at Jasmine
The dark-skinned girl took that as permission to pick it up from there. “If someone hadn’t been here, then it wouldn’t hurt anyone for you to tell us that, would it?”
Snow White nodded her permission to the interrogative look her assistant shot her. “Go ahead, dear.”
Belle paused only for a second, taking in Ariel’s expression, sad, frightened, yet hopeful. For a moment she wondered which answer the redhead was hoping for. Then she said, “No, Ariel. Eric hasn’t ever been here as far as I know, certainly not in the last couple of years since I’ve been doubling as Snow’s assistant.”
Ariel clearly wasn’t certain how to feel about the revelation, but Jasmine, at least, seemed to think they’d won a victory. “You see, Ariel? I told you you were getting all worked up over nothing.” She hugged her friend, who tried to smile in reply.
“There you are, girls.” Snow said, standing up and walking around to put an arm on each of them. “Eric has probably just been overworking himself at that law firm of his. You know what things are like for a good lawyer in this town. Goodness knows I employ enough of them to be able to judge.”
Jasmine moved to stand up as well, pulling Ariel along with her. “Thank you so much, Snow. We really appreciate your help. And yours’ too, Belle.”
“Not at all, dears. Not at all.” The madame said, walking them toward the door. Then she suddenly stopped. “Though, now that I think about it…”
The two friends turned back toward her. Snow was looking thoughtful, and behind her they could see Belle who looked miserable. Jasmine realized without a single doubt that this had all been a setup. Snow White had been building to this since she’d walked into the room. She’d had something all along but waited until they were happily on the way out to drop them bombshell. It was part of the sick mind games she was famous for.
“I did hear something last week. It seemed like one of those ridiculous stories people tell, but this puts it into a new light.”
“What? What do you remember?” Ariel said. Snow had taken her in completely.
“Well, I was talking to some client or other, in this very room, in fact, and I heard someone mention, don’t ask me who, dear, you know I couldn’t say, that someone had found himself a second princess. I didn’t know what he meant at the time, but now…” she held her hands up in a shrug as if to say, draw your own conclusions.
Jasmine wanted to punch her for the way she’d played this, making sure Belle was here to see, getting Ariel’s hopes up only to try and smash them again. She turned to her friend ready to try and comfort her, but to her surprise Ariel looked less miserable than she had all day. In fact, she looked determined. “Another princess.” She said, calmly, though Jasmine could sense anger seething beneath. “Well, it’s a start. Thank you, Snow. Come on, Jasmine.” And she turned to go.
“You’re welcome, dears.” Snow White said to their backs. “I wish I could be of more help. Just remember, Ariel, whatever happens, you’ll always be welcome here.” Neither of the two friends acknowledged the parting statement. They simply slipped out the door and were gone.
Snow sat down again, staring after them with a calculating look. After a long moment, Belle broke the silence. She was watching after them also, though she looked worried. “I can’t believe I hadn’t heard that rumor. It’s huge news. There aren’t many of us that actually found someone.” The last was said with a rather wistful tone.
“Of course you hadn’t heard it, dear.” Snow said, without even turning to look at her girl. “I just made it up. Tell the girls, won’t you? This should prove interesting.”
Belle was shocked. For a moment she looked like she might argue, but the time when she could argue with Snow was long past. Her new tits were proof enough of that. “Yes, ma’am.” She said finally, and she left the room without another word.
***
“She could have been lying, Ariel.” Jasmine said as they walked back to her car. “You know how she is. She was clearly trying to upset you. That’s probably all she wanted.”
“No, Jas, it makes too much sense. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before.”
“What do you mean?”
“Eric is proud. Of course it’s someone famous. He’d never stop fucking me to stick his dick in some wannabe or one of Snow’s has-beens.”
“Ariel, this time can we at least get into the car before you start talking about your sex life?”
Ariel looked around, as if just realizing where they were, and for once showing a little bit of embarrassment at the rebuke. Jasmine clicked the fob for her Mercedes and the two friends got into either side.
Once the doors were closed, though, Ariel got right back into things. “It’s another one of the princesses.” She said decidedly. “I know Eric. It makes complete sense.”
“Alright.” Jasmine allowed. There was no point in arguing it when Ariel seemed this certain. “That narrows the field at least. So where do we start?”
“Well, it’s obviously not Snow or Belle.”
“I should hope not. Can you imagine? Sleeping with that old hag would be like sleeping with a rubber doll, considering all the fake parts she must have. Eww.”
Ariel actually grinned. “Oh, God, speaking of fake parts, did you see what she did to Belle?”
The other girl snorted out a laugh as she started the car. “Of course I saw, how could I have missed them? They only took up half the room. Though with the way you were staring when she walked in, I thought you were about to ask what the going rate was for an hour with them.”
Ariel swatted her on the shoulder, laughing. “You’re horrible, but I’ll admit it was hard to look away. I kept wondering if they could be used as flotation devices in the event of a water landing.”
The two friends laughed at that all the way to the highway. Eventually, though, the reality of the situation set in again, and the laughter died away. “So it’s not Snow and it’s not Belle.” Jasmine reiterated.
“Right.”
“And it sure as hell isn’t Mulan.”
The two of them laughed again, though much more briefly. “It would almost be worth it,” Ariel said, “to see Meg’s reaction to that.”
“Sure, if you want to get your husband back with a few pieces torn off.”
“And I doubt it’s Pocahontas.”
“No,” Jasmine agreed. “That seems unlikely. So that means it has to be one of the new girls.”
“God,” Ariel said after thinking about that for a moment. “They’re all practically Melody’s age. That’s disgusting.”
“You’re the one who’s so sure.” Her friend reminded her. “I still think Snow might have been full of shit. Actually, I know she’s full of shit. I think she might have been lying too.”
Ariel didn’t notice the joke, thinking as she was. “No, it fits too perfectly. It must be one of them. I just thought he was …”
“Less of a pig?” Jasmine volunteered.
“Well, yeah, I guess. Is that dumb?”
“No, Ariel, it’s not dumb. He’s dumb.” They drove in silence for a long while. “So where do we start?” Jasmine asked finally.
“Well, there’s Rapunzel and Tiana. I really don’t know anything about them. Then there’s that girl that they got to replace Cinderella. What’s her name?”
“Actually, I think she’s just calling herself Cinderella now.”
“Tch, of course she is. And there’s Aurora’s granddaughter.”
“Dierdre.”
“Right. I think Mel knows her. Though I can’t exactly ask my daughter for help to figure out who her dad is sleeping with.”
“Yeah, probably not.”
“Maybe Aurora would know something?”
“I can ask her, but I don’t think the two of them are on the best terms right now. She wouldn’t even use Aurora as her agent when they approached her about filling the role for the princess line.”
“Of course not, why be smart about it?”
“Well, I’ll talk to her anyway. It’s a place to start at least.”
“A place to start.” Ariel agreed.
***
At around 10 PM, Melody and Lilo walked past a long line of people standing outside of Fantasia, one of the company’s trendy night spots. Melody was still wearing her shredded black t-shirt and jeans. They’d found Lilo a dark blue outfit that, while not exactly hip, was not uncool enough that her stardom and her friend couldn’t carry her past any velvet ropes they might encounter.
One look and the bouncer ushered the two girls right in. Melody acted as if such treatment was no more than her due, and Lilo followed along in her wake. Melody spotted Dede in the roped off area on the other side of the dance floor. From the look of it, she was already holding court.
Dierdre was 19, not the oldest girl in her group, but she had the biggest personality. Hardly a week went by when she wasn’t in some newspaper or magazine doing something insane. She was Disneywood’s favorite wild child, and since she couldn’t stand being alone, she always dragged one or more of her friends along for the ride.
As they approached, the two friends could see the three other girls flanking Dede, all of them drinking something expensive, despite the fact that most of them were too young for it. This was Disneywood, after all. Fame and money had a way of getting you around little inconveniences like rules.
Cinderella, Charlotte and Madellaine were all just as blonde and ridiculous as Dede, which made Melody feel distinctly out of place when she hung out with them. She knew she wasn’t really part of the group, but she didn’t really want to be. She was her own person, not one of Dede’s lapdogs, and she certainly didn’t want to get herself into the papers. Her parents would freak. Occasionally hanging around in Dede’s orbit did have its advantages, though.
Melody strolled into the VIP with her friend still trailing in her wake. “Hey, girls.” She said, picking up a couple glasses of their champagne without further preamble. She handed one to Lilo who looked at it dubiously before taking a sip. “You guys know Lilo.”
The girls greeted the new arrivals with varying degrees of enthusiasm, but Dede’s eyes locked on to the younger girl immediately. Her gaze was intense enough to make the little Hawaiian uncomfortable. “Hey, Mel.” She said finally, moving her gaze over to Melody. “I didn’t realize you liked them so young.”
The other girls laughed, and Lilo blushed. Melody, though, didn’t miss a beat. She tossed off the champagne in one smooth motion and put her other arm around Lilo, smiling at Dede and her friends. “You have no idea. My friend here is more woman than you could handle, Dede.” Lilo blushed again. Dede tossed her hair, and the other girls smiled, though not where she could see them. “Tonight, though, we’re looking to party. Any of you girls want to dance with us?” And without waiting for an answer Melody walked back toward the floor, Lilo following behind her. After a beat, Dede shrugged and headed for the dance floor as well, though a spot far enough from where Melody and Lilo had started dancing to make it clear that she wasn’t following them. The other girls went with her, already looking for hot guys to grind on.
A couple of hours later, they were all sitting around in the VIP again, drinks in hand. Melody’s quick, matter-of-fact introduction had had the desired result. The other girls hadn’t tried to pick on Lilo again. The 15 year old didn’t have much to say, but she laughed easily and drank along with the rest of them.
Charlotte was draped across the lap of a guy she’d met on the dance floor, and the two of them were having a quiet conversation of their own. Similarly, Madellaine had her tongue buried in the mouth of a football player she’d met. Not much room for conversation there. So it was mainly Dede, Cindy, and Mel who were busy chewing over the latest Disneywood gossip.
“With those ridiculous fake boobs,” Dede said. “It’s just sad. I can’t believe I wanted to be like her when I was a kid.”
The other girls laughed appreciatively, though Melody had heard months ago, from her aunt Jasmine, that Dede had gotten fake boobs when she was 16. She didn’t mention that, of course. It was funnier if the stuck-up blonde didn’t know that her secret was out. She’d have to remember to tell Lilo later. Melody had, however, made it a point to test them out herself not long after Jasmine had told her, and fake or not, they were pretty nice. Though she wasn’t going to go around telling everyone that either.
So instead of mentioning any of that, Melody just laughed and took another sip. The champagne wasn’t particularly strong stuff, but they’d been going through it pretty quickly, and her more than any of them. She liked that she could always count on Dede to have something that tasted good and cost a lot, even if Dede wasn’t usually the one paying for it. Men fell all over themselves to buy her drinks. As a result, Melody could feel a comfortable little buzz setting in. She glanced over at Lilo. The younger girl had been sipping sedately from her glass all night, but she wasn’t used to any of this. Between the dancing and the drinking the younger girl looked about ready to pass out. Some part of Melody’s brain told her that she should probably get her friend home soon.
Then she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see a gorgeous blonde boy leaning in close to her. “Damien.”
“Hey, Mel. I’ve been looking all over for you.” And he smiled that insincere smile of his that always made Melody laugh.
They both knew it wasn’t true, of course. Damien was 19, the son of some big time real estate something or others. He and Melody had gone out a couple of times, and they’d had fun, but neither of them wanted to do the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. Now they’d run into each other every once in a while, and if neither of them was with someone else, he’d pretend to be totally in love with her, and they’d go back to the penthouse apartment that his parents had bought him and find new and interesting things to do while sweaty and naked.
“Oh yeah?” She asked, a laugh in her voice. Then she leaned in close and spoke as quietly as she could, considering the music and voices streaming from the dance floor. “Maybe your problem is that you look in strange places. Like last weekend I heard that you were looking inside Cindy, and you definitely won’t find me there.” They both looked over at Cinderella who, while seemingly in conversation with Dede, frequently sent flirty looks at Damien, clearly hoping for a repeat performance.
“Is that so?” Damien asked. “Well, that’s not what I’d heard.”
Melody laughed again, the champagne making it a little less controlled than it might have otherwise been. “Ok, fine, maybe once or twice.” She admitted.
Damien was down on one knee beside her chair now, and he put an arm around her and leaned over to plant a little kiss on her neck. “You know you’re the only girl for me.” He lied in her ear.
“Oh, of course I know.” Melody replied, trying and failing to keep a straight face as she said it.
“So you’ll come with me? I’ve got a lovely bunch of fresh strawberries at home, and I know how much you love them.”
Melody very nearly said yes before she had a chance to think about it. The prospect of Damien and fresh strawberries together was almost too good to pass up. They might even have some fun with cream again. It had been messy last time, but so entertaining. Then she remembered Lilo. She glanced back at the younger girl. She was clearly tired, but not so much that she hadn’t noticed the exchange between the tall blonde and Melody. The older girl sensed a little bit of jealousy there and was surprised to find that she kind of liked it.
“I can’t.” She told Damien. “I’m with a friend tonight.” She indicated the Hawaiian girl.
“Oh, really?” He asked, noticing the other girl for the first time. His eyebrows shot up after a moment, and Melody could see the idea forming behind them. She knew Lilo was in no shape for what he was imagining. Besides which, Melody found that she kind of liked having Lilo to herself. She wasn’t sure she wanted to share with Damien.
Then she had an idea, an idea that would not have seemed nearly so good if she’d had just two or three fewer glasses of champagne. “But you know what I’ve never done?” She asked Damien, breaking him out of his train of thought.
He looked back at Melody with excitement, because whenever she started out with that question, things always became interesting. “What’s that?” She whispered her reply in his ear. He thought about it for a moment and then looked back at Lilo. “Are you sure? The three of us could go back to my place. My Ferrari only has two seats, but I dare say your friend wouldn’t mind riding in your lap.”
“Oh, no,” Melody said decisively. “She’s all mine.” Then she took his hand, “and for the next few minutes, so are you.”
She turned to Lilo. “I’m going to dance with Damien.” She told Lilo. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Lilo looked uncertainly at the blonde boy and then back at her friend. “Ok, Mel.” Though she looked like it was anything but ok.
To help alleviate the younger girl’s concern, and also to publicly mark her territory until she returned, Melody leaned over and kissed the Hawaiian girl hard on the lips. She put both hands on her head and held it for a long, long moment. When she broke the kiss, she held her face close to Lilo’s. “Just a few minutes, I promise. Then we’re going to get you home and … put you to bed. Ok?”
Lilo’s girly grin showed that this time she was much more honest when she said, “Ok, Mel.”
“Great.” Then she gave her another quick kiss before standing up, grabbing Damien’s hand and disappearing in the opposite direction from the dance floor.
The three other girls watched them go, and when she was sure they were gone, Dede turned to the others. “Well, it looks like Mel has found something fun to do. What do you girls say we have a little fun of our own?” And she pulled a small plastic baggy from her tiny designer purse.
***
Melody pulled Damien along the long hallway that led away from the main body of the club. There were doors leading off to smaller rooms that could be reserved for private parties or just groups who wanted to be seen going in and out of the popular places but didn’t want to listen to music or dance. There were also several bathrooms, men’s on one side of the hall, women’s on the other. The people who’d designed the club seemed to think that the less time people had to spend waiting in line for the bathroom, the more they would drink, and it was probably true.
At the very end of the hall was a final set of bathrooms. Being the furthest from the dance floor, they were also the least-used, or they had been until people had picked up on that and repurposed them. Since the first time she’d come to Fantasia, Melody had heard these rooms referred to by several different names. She’d even spotted some couples walking back into the club looking disheveled enough that she knew they’d been here, but she’d never thought of coming back here herself, not until now.
From the room on the right hand side, ostensibly the men’s room, they could hear a woman’s voice moaning low and steadily. So they went into the women’s room on the left. Inside it was obvious that the people in charge knew what the rooms were used for and kept pace to please their rich clientele. There were just a couple of little-used stalls and sinks along the walls farthest from the door, but for the most part the room was lined with a number of comfortable-looking vinyl couches, or maybe they were benches, since the majority of them didn’t have any backs. They were also clearly cleaned regularly, another courtesy of the management.
As soon as the door shut behind them, Melody and Damien were on each other, kissing like they were trying to breathe through each other’s lungs. After teetering in the middle of the floor for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, Melody directed him toward one of the couches and sat him down. She climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and continued kissing him.
Damien’s hands began to wander and soon they were under her shirt, kneading her teenage breasts through her black bra. She broke the kiss long enough to let him pull her shirt up over her head and drop it to the floor. He trailed kisses down her neck to her collar bone and then heard her laugh as he unclasped her bra with one practiced hand.
“You’re so good at that.” She said, grinning as she leaned back and let the bra fall away.
“Well, you’ve got … mmm, really good reasons for me to practice it.” He pulled her close again and moved his mouth to her chest without another word. The metal and flesh combination of her pierced nipples was delightful between his lips, and he used his teeth on them, lightly, in the way he knew she liked.
“Oh, fuck,” Melody moaned quietly. “That feels really nice.” It felt so nice, and he was enjoying himself so much that she let him continue for a little while, periodically switching back and forth between her breasts. Eventually, though, she gently pushed him away.
“I know you really like those, but we don’t have a lot of time, and you know what I really like.” She stepped back from him and bent over, intentionally giving him something to stare at as she untied the boots she was wearing, black, of course, but with garish red laces. Then, in a practiced move of her own, she stood up and unbuttoned her pants in a swift motion, letting them slide down to pile around her ankles where she simply stepped out of them.
Now clad only in dark socks and panties, Melody looked at Damien expectantly. He looked down at himself, realizing that he was still fully dressed, but as he moved to take off his shirt, he suddenly paused, glancing at the door. Apparently the prospect of disrobing himself had forcibly brought back to mind exactly where they were. “Someone could come in, Mel.”
She grinned an evil grin and put one hand on her hip, cocking it in an incredibly erotic stance. “That’s half the fun.” She told him. Then she looked down at the extremely obvious tent that had formed in the front of his pants. “Well, maybe not half.” She allowed. “I’m expecting you to provide at least 2/3s of the … fun.” She moved toward him and leaned over to start unbuckling his pants herself.
She’d just gotten his belt undone when a thought seemed to occur to her. She looked up, her face close to his, twisted into an exaggerated pout. “You’re not embarrassed to be seen with me, are you?” She stood up and took a step back. “Because if so I could just put these back on and go.” She turned around and very deliberately bent over to retrieve her pants, giving him an up-close view of her ass, only theoretically obscured by the form-fitting underwear.
That did it. He jumped up and pulled her to him with one arm. With the other he tugged at her last remaining vestige of clothing and, with a little help from her, slipped that off as well.
“That’s more like it.” She said, turning to face him. “Now, let’s see what we can do about you.” She crouched down and quickly finished unfastening his pants while he stripped off his shirt.
“Wow, you really are ready to go.” She teased as she tugged off his pants and boxers at the same time, his large erect member coming into view. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it gently, thoughtfully. “Mmm, I really would like to play with this for a while,” she mused, “but I promised Lilo I’d be back soon. Maybe just a taste.” So saying, she opened up and took almost the whole thing in her mouth. It was a lot, but she’d had practice. She pulled it back out slowly, caressing the bottom with her tongue along its whole length, until the head finally came back out with a surprisingly loud pop.
“Holy shit, Mel.” Was all he could manage.
“You liked that, huh? Well, next time we’ll have to explore that more. Right now, there’s just one more little thing.” She reached down for his discarded pants, but the stopped, glancing up at him with an impish grin. “Don’t take that the wrong way.”
The double meaning apparently hadn’t occurred to him until she mentioned it, and she laughed when she saw understanding cross his face. Then she went back to what she was doing. After a quick search Melody came up with the string of condoms that she knew he kept in his pocket. Most of his dates found it a little bit insulting. Melody just found it convenient. She quickly ripped one open and slipped it onto him with the confidence of experience.
Then she stood up and pressed her body against him, moving to nibble his ear. “Fuck me.” She whispered in a quiet little voice that booked absolutely no argument.
In response, he moved around behind her and then positioner her body so that she was bent over in front of the couch, arms on the wall behind it. She wiggled her hips in anticipation, and after watching that for just a second, he grabbed her hips and slipped inside of her in one easy motion, eliciting a soft “Oooh” of pleasure.
He started out slow, but neither of them was in the mood to take their time. She began pushing back against him, and he picked up the pace. In no time they were moving at a wild pace, the wet sounds and those of flesh smacking against flesh echoing obscenely in the public bathroom.
“Oooooh, fuck!” Melody exclaimed, not trying particularly hard to keep her voice down. “You’re so big.” It was true, he was a good size, but Melody said it because she knew it was what guys wanted to hear. At least, none of the guys she’d been with had ever complained.
For his part, Damien was too into the motions of their bodies to pay much attention to her words, but the moans in them got him that much more excited. He took one hand from her hips and reached around to grab her breast again, squeezing it hard as he rammed into her. As soon as he felt the little barbell of metal pressing into his hand, he was struck by an irresistible impulse.
He pulled out and before she could say anything, lifted her thin form off the ground and swung her around. He seated himself on the couch and maneuvered her so that she was in his lap again. She let out a surprised little, “Oh.” In a moment they were in the same position they’d taken when they first arrived, only now his latex-wrapped member was pressed up against her dripping slit, her tiny clit ring making its presence felt.
His mouth found one of her nipples again, lashing it with his tongue and teasing with his teeth. Meanwhile Melody took it upon herself to maneuver him back inside of her, quickly building back up to her previous fucking pace while he tried to keep hold of her breasts.
Fully in control of their pace now, Melody let herself go with reckless abandon, bucking wildly in his lap, moaning loudly as she took him as deep inside of her as he could go. Her meticulously cut hair flew around her as she moved, and at some point she became so erratic that Damien couldn’t hope to keep in contact with those tits he enjoyed so much. So he contented himself with watching them bounce around in front of him.
Before long he was panting, trying to hold himself back, and she was moaning almost constantly or else muttering, “Oh, fuck,” repeatedly under her breath. Finally she came, her head thrown back with a loud, inarticulate sound as she buried him completely inside her one last time, grinding unconsciously against him as she lost herself for a moment in the climax. This was the last straw for him as well. He lost whatever control he’d been managing to maintain for the last few minutes and climaxed as well, the condom intercepting his seed as it tried to shoot deep inside her.
They stayed like that for a long moment, her head eventually coming to rest on his shoulder as they basked in the afterglow. When her breathing had slowed down to something approaching normal again, she bit his collar playfully and then kissed him. “That was awesome.” She said, meaning every word. Then she stood up and began to retrieve her clothes.
She glanced at the door. “Do you think anyone came in and saw us?” She sounded excited more than worried.
“I don’t know.” He admitted.
“Well, you were the one facing the door.” She reminded him, sliding into her panties with an enticing wiggle of her hips.
He moved over to a nearby trash can and discarded the used condom before turning back. “I guess I was, but the way you were going, half the club could have walked in, and I wouldn’t have seen anything but those tits.”
She grinned at him. “What, these old things?” She cupped them playfully before slipping her bra back on. “Well, I think next time we should try somewhere where someone is sure to see us.”
“You’re kidding.”
For once her face gave no indication of whether or not that was the case. “I guess we’ll find out.” She said cryptically.
He’d only managed to get his boxers back on by the time she was fully dressed again. She gave him one last quick kiss. “I’ve gotta go. See you later.”
“Uh, yeah,” he managed, “seeya, Mel.” The door was already swinging shut behind her.
***
Melody tried to straighten her clothes and her hair as she walked back down the hallway. She knew when she walked back into the club people would probably look at her and immediately know where she’d been, like she’d known about so many others. Oddly, she realized it didn’t really bother her. The physical activity had cleared her head some, and at the moment she just wanted to get Lilo and get out of here.
When she made it back to the VIP, Cindy and Dede were giggling about something. The other girls were still wrapped around their boy toys du jour. Of a 15 year old Hawaiian girl, however, there was no trace.
Melody glared at the two giggling girls, which only made their giggles turn into full-on laugh fits. “Where is she?” Melody demanded.
Cinderella managed to calm down enough to say, “She’s dancing,” and point before she started laughing again.
Melody found that hard to believe. The kid had been ready to collapse when she’d gone. She looked I the direction Cindy had pointed, though, and sure enough, there was Lilo, dancing like a crazy person with some guy that was much too old for her. Melody took one step toward the dance floor and then turned back. “What did you do?” She asked the pair. They laughed again, but when Melody stepped toward them, Dede held up a hand and dug into her purse with the other.
“We just gave her a little pick-me-up, Mel. We all had one.” She held up a tiny plastic baggy that still contained two tablets of what Melody immediately recognized as ecstasy, one of Dede’s favorite party favors.
She looked from the pills to Dede and then just shook her head. “You are such a bitch.” Then she headed off for the dance floor, leaving them to giggle after her.
Melody walked up to her young friend and put a hand on her wildly gyrating shoulder. Lilo immediately turned, and practically jumped with joy on seeing her. She hugged the older girl. “Mel, you’re back! I love you, Mel!” Then she remembered the guy she’d been dancing with. “Mel, this is Peter. I love him, Mel. He’s awesome. He wants me to go back to his place, but I told him I had to check with you first.”
The guy had dark red hair and was dressed like typical Disneywood trash. He looked around, visibly uncomfortable now that Lilo’s clearly more-in-control friend was here. Melody glared at him before turning back to Lilo. “No, I’m sorry, Lilo. We have to go back to your house. Your parents would be mad if you went with him. Besides,” she tried to wink encouragingly at the younger girl, “you’re all mine tonight, remember?”
Lilo looked ecstatic at that but then was instantly sad again when she looked back at Peter. “Can’t he come too, Mel? I really love him.”
“Nope,” Melody said, trying to keep her voice flippant, despite a deep down worry that was gnawing at her about what she’d gotten Lilo into. “You’re all for me. You can talk to Peter later.” Then, practically sweeping the smaller girl off her feet, she started leading her toward the door. Peter looked like he might say something for a moment, but a warning glare from Melody, cold as ice and sharp as a knife, shut his mouth in an instant, and the two girls disappeared into the night.
***
About five in the afternoon the day after Ariel and Jasmine visited the Wicked Queen’s Castle, Eric could be found walking quickly up the stairs of a motel near his office. He had a standing reservation here three days a week, and he could tell by a certain car down below that he wasn’t the first to arrive.
He could hear the shower running as he opened the door to the room, and he couldn’t help thinking that he’d timed things perfectly. He threw his coat onto the chair near the door and his tie followed after it.
Steam poured out as he opened the door to the bathroom, and he called out, “It’s me.” The figure in the shower stiffened momentarily. Then, recognizing the voice, went back to washing its hair.
Eric began unbuttoning his shirt, and a moment later a woman’s voice rang out from the shower, heavy with suggestion. “Care to give me a hand, here? There’s a few places that I just can’t reach.”
Ariel’s husband wasted no time in shucking the rest of his clothes and slipping into the roomy shower himself. The woman was facing away from him, looking up, letting the water run over her face and down her chest, her long black hair cascading down her back. He took the opportunity to run his hands down her sides and over her generously curved hips before pulling her in close to him. “You’ve got an amazing body.” He said quietly in her ear, as his arms wrapped around her. Then he kissed her neck.
“Well, you should know,” Jasmine said, closing her eyes and leaning back into his embrace, “after all the uses you’ve put it to in the last two months.”
He laughed and kissed neck again, slowly moving a hand up to one of her breasts. “I think we can come up with a couple more things, don’t you?”
She “Mmm,”d happily and let him fondle her for a moment, taking inordinate pleasure in the feel of a man’s skin pressed against her, wanting her. Then she shook her head and pushed away. “Ariel knows, Eric.”
“What?!” He took a step back, getting as far away from her as he could inside the confines of the motel shower. “She knows about us?”
Jasmine turned to face him, water still pouring over her, though with the anguished look on her face, some of it might have been tears. “She knows that you’ve been seeing someone, not me. She told me. She’s going to find her. I’m … helping.”
Eric laughed again, and stepped forward, pulling her into him. “Then what’s the problem? With you helping her look, I doubt she’s going to find us any time soon.” As if the matter was settled he wrapped his arms around her and started a line of kisses from her neck down her shoulder, the water streaming over both of them now.
“It’s not that simple, Eric. Ariel’s been my best friend for 20 years. I don’t know if – I don’t think I can…” she was clearly upset, though not so upset that she was pushing him off of her.
He looked her in the eyes. “Shhh,” he said. “It’s ok.” He kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back hard, closing her eyes and desperately wanting to believe him. “It’s ok.” He repeated after they’d broken the kiss. He held her close. “You don’t have to worry about Ariel.” He kissed her again and all the fight went out of her. “I’ll take care of everything.” Then, after a final kiss, he went down on his knees and got to work.
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I've been working on this Disney story for a while. When I started it, the intention was for it to be a one-shot. Now that I'm finished, though, it's clear there's plenty of room for more story in this universe. So let me know what you think, If you've made it all the way down here to the end, you probably thought it was ok, but leave some reviews. If people love it, I'll probably write some more. If people hate it, then you better tell me so and stop me from unleashing more horror upon the world. Either way, thanks for reading!
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