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American Diviante
Part One
by TomCat
The final selection was about to be announced. The whole world was watching. Angelica was only 18 and had captured the hearts of everyone around the world with her heart warming, sometimes suprisingly emotional and always flambouyant renditions of several pop songs. Tonight was to be her night.
In a preinterview of Angelica she was asked if ther were one thing she would like most of all in the world if she were to win the crown of "American Diva", besides the usual "Peace among children" and "Goodwill to men" stuff was her wish to have Supergirl award her with her crown and her rose bouquet. And the moment was at hand. Angelica was just catching her breath from her erotic rendition of Dwen Stefani's Keep on Dancinnn' in her black shiny leather bikini with thigh high boots whipping through the air as she danced with her all girl troupe. Her well tanned athletic skin glistened with sweat as her long full mane of blonde hair whipped back and forth across her darkened piercing blue eyes.
As she danced, a full black locket around her neck was clearly bouncing it's way back and forth between the two most athletic and most proportioned sides of clevage that the tiny black piece would yield. Several mouthes were not only salivating at a chance high kick to catch a pussy hair or two but yet again dtstracted above at the chance of a nipple slip above with the movements and smile that captured the world. The world was after all watching.
As supergirl watched from a balcony from across the country in Washington DC, Wonder Woman was pulling herself out of bed. "You'd better hurry", said Wonder Woman. "Wait for me and dont' go to sleep on me" replied Supergirl as she leaned in for a kiss that for Wonder Woman seemed a lifetime. The refreshed silky wetness of Supergirls rose lipstick sliding across her own made Wonder Woman wet again and unconciously offereing her tongue to her blonde friend. Seconds seemed like minutes as the commercial break ended and the winner was to be announced. Pulling herself away from Wonder Woman in a wet line of spit dangling from their tongues, they both licked their lips in anticipation of later that evening when Supergirl would return. With the world watching, would Supergirl deny a fan so highly regarded by the public? Much less an innocent 18 year old who swore to model her career in the likeliness of Supergirl. "I'm going to need that" said Supergitl as she slowly slipped her silk cape off of the smooth shoulders of the naked Amazon goddess who had been using it as a soft slinky over the shoulders cover. Across the country towards Hollywood she flew like a dart knowing and thinking the whole time there was no time to spare. After all she reassured herself with a grin, she had just left the bedroom of the earths most supreme brunette with a body unrivaled by any anyone.
........"AND THE WINNER IS .........ANGELICAAAAAA !!!!!!.......The crowd was estatic with jubilation and applause. So loud was it that Supergirls entrance on side stage was hardly noticed. Supergirl had missed it all. "Where in the Hell have You been You ARROGANT BITCH !!!" Angelica's manager Stephanie shouted at Supergirl... "I've just left our nations capital Washington DC and"... "GO TO HELL YOU SELF SERVING BITCH" retorted Stephanie. "DID YOU SEE the damage youve caused her tonight"? "Someone else had to give her her crown, her roses and her congrats hugs while you were nowhere to be found". "You arrogant BITCH" snapped Stephanie as she slapped Supergirl hard across her right cheek.
Normally this would have had no impact at all on Supergirl but this time it stung. Supergirl couldn't in her swarming mind tell if she'd imagined the pain through her incongenial descression or if it was for real. None the less she wanted to make amends. As she lifted herself off of her knees, embarassment from the slapdown was the farthest thing on her mind as every backstage hand had just witnessed the most powerful female on earth just get slapped to her knees. Something else had happened in the process. Supergirl in her shocked and humiliated state had become entranced in Stephanie's fishnet stockinged calves and thighs in her black high heels as she walked away. Forgiveness from her wanton desire of Wonder Woman was on her mind and she summoned the strength to surmise that Stephanie was no doubt headed for Angelica's dressing room. Embarassment gave way to something more primative than rational thought. Deep inside Supergirl knew that the things Wonder Woman and her were doing were wrong but she could survive this, after all, no one knew what an intimate relationship they shared.
Slowly Supergirl crept through the corridor of the stadium following the clicking footsteps of Stephanie's heels. At an unobvious door she stopped and gave a code knock. The door opened and as Stephanie entered Supergirl rushed to the outside of the door to listen. There was nobody else around in the dim hallway. Hating herself for her forgetfulness and still wondering why she had no powers while overwhelmingly ashamed of herself for her tardiness, Supergirl just listened as a human. The deafening silence of a corridor in a stadium offered perfect hearing. "I'm so sorry my little angel", I thought she would be there. I've been campaigning it for months and that stupid dimwit shows up minutes after the fact". "Wait", Angelica responded, "she's here... now"? Stephanie reached across Angelica's face and wiped her tears away. "You dont' need her anymore sweetheart, I'm all you'll ever need" as Stephanie smothered Angelica with a mouth watering kiss. The frustration of not being able to see through the wall and the humiliation that bitch Stephanie had just put her through was enough to stop Supergirl from masterbating in the hall and charge in the door at Stephanie who had started this soap opera on her biggest fan except for Wonder Woman and set things right with Angelica. Surely her red skirt would cover her wettened panties?
No sooner as Supergirl entered she knew she was done for. That locket that had bounced around Angelica's neck was the truest form of Kryptonite known. The first to go was her knees as Stephanie shut the door behind her. On her elbows and knees Supergirl did her best to reach for the doorknob only to be grabbed painfully by the hair by Stephanie and pulled to a prone sitting position with her arms dangling helplessly at her sides with her knees bent and the red booted heels tucked under her ass and skirt. Her only thought at the moment was the times Wonder Woman role played and she was submissive to her. These two women however were not friends at all. They had kryptonite and were so clever in their deciet she knew she was in big trouble. In a few submissive dreams in the past she'd wished there were some Kryptonite handy when Wonder Woman had her at a breaking point or two. Where on earth did they aquire it though? As it appeared just before she blacked out, Angelica was raising her sweat soaked beautiful 18 year old busty frame wearing her black leather bikini, bronzed sculptured body seductively toward her with her graceful thigh high black shiny leather boots and he JFL long string sweaty blonde hair sculpturing her darkened piercing blue eyes... all went dark.
...to be continued