Glamour Girl's Unexpected Gift

The first thing that Eryn noticed upon returning to her apartment was the large box at the foot of her bed. She had just spent hours talking to Harry about all of the new licensing deals that he was working on thanks to the incident with Anarchy Grrl, and now all she wanted was to hit the shower and get more comfortable. She tossed her purse on the dresser, kicked off her heels and approached the bed. She didn’t see a card next to the box, but it had to be from Harry since he was the only other person besides her little sister that had a key to her apartment. He probably sent over the gift because he knew how rough the past few days had been on her.

Eryn shook the large box and wondered what could be inside. The box was ornately wrapped in delicate parchment paper with hand-painted details that were so exquisite that she almost didn’t want to rip the paper to open the package… almost… but her curiosity was far stronger than her self-restraint and the paper never really stood a chance.

Eryn shredded the wrapping and noticed that the box had a removable lid on one side. She rotated the box so that the lid was facing up, then she gently lifted it to see what was inside…

It was the most adorable little teddy bear that she had ever seen in her life!

He had soft white fur and his eyes were cute little black beads and he seemed to be looking up at her as if to say “Pick me up!” so that’s exactly what she did. The little guy was heavier than she expected, but he was also incredibly snuggly and extremely warm. Eryn gave him a huge hug and buried her face into his fur, then she plopped him back into the box and reached for her cell phone to call Harry.

“Harry! I love him! Thank you SOOOOO much!”

Harry paused for a moment before responding, “Uhmmm… you’re welcome?”

“He’s adorable! You really shouldn’t have!”

“Uhhh… I don’t think I did,” Harry paused again as he tried to figure out exactly what Eryn was gushing about, “Honestly, I have no clue what you’re talking about kiddo.”

Now Eryn was confused, “The bear… I was at your office all afternoon, and then I came back to my apartment and found the box with the bear... I just assumed it was from you...”

“Nope... Not this time… Is there a card or something? Maybe it’s from your sister or one of your gal pals?”

Eryn shuffled through the torn paper and inspected the outside of the box, and then she picked up the bear and noticed a folded piece of paper taped to the bottom of the box on the inside. She removed the paper and unfolded the note, but unfortunately she couldn’t read what it said.

“Harry… It looks like the note might be written in Arabic or something… lots of squiggly lines and random dots… I have no idea what this says.”

Harry couldn’t care less what the note said, but he also knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get back to work until this little mystery was resolved: “Tell you what, kid… take a picture of the note and the bear with your cell phone and send it to me and I’ll see if I can figure it out.”

“That’s sounds great. I was just about to hit the shower. Call me when you find something.”

Eryn took a few quick snapshots with her iPhone, attached them to an email and sent it off to Harry. Then she gave the little bear one last snuggle before she put him back in the box and headed for the shower.

Eryn pulled back the sliding frosted-glass shower door, cranked up the hot water and then started to strip off her clothing in front of the bathroom mirror. She was happy to see that her bruises were already fading from her battle with Anarchy Grrl a few nights ago. After testing to see that the water was warm enough, Eryn pulled the last bath towel out of the bathroom closet, hung it up on the towel rack next to the shower and slipped into the steamy mist. The water felt luxurious and amazing and seemed to wash away the stress of the day. Steam filled up the bathroom and after a while Eryn couldn’t see much more than a white fog beyond the shower doors.

The only reason that Eryn got out of the shower was because she eventually used up all of the hot water. Reluctantly she twisted the shower lever to the off position, pulled back the sliding frosted glass door and reached for her towel… but Eryn was surprised to find that the towel rack was empty. She could swear that she had hung a fresh towel right there before she had climbed into the shower.

Weird.

She checked the bathroom closet, but there were no towels there either. She could clearly remember pulling out the last towel from the closet. For that matter she could clearly remember hanging that last towel up on the towel rack. Where could it be?

Eryn squeezed the water out of her hair into the sink, wiped her bare feet on the bathmat, opened the bathroom door and headed for her bedroom quickly as water streamed down her naked body and soaked into the carpet.

She found her towel folded neatly on the bed, sitting right beside the box that she had opened earlier. Also sitting right beside the box was the little white bear. Eryn was almost certain that she had left him inside the box, but she had been equally certain about the towel and here it was. She shrugged and chalked the whole mess up to simply being more tired than she had realized.

The bear’s face was blank and expressionless, but from her angle he almost seemed to be smiling at her. His beady black eyes couldn’t blink, which kind of left her with the impression that he might be staring at her. Eryn became uncomfortably aware of the fact that she was just standing there completely nude in the middle of her bedroom, so she reached for her towel and wrapped it around her body.

She almost jumped out of her skin when her cellphone started ringing "Flight of the Valkyries".

As she answered it, Harry cut right to the chase, “So… first off, you were right about the writing… it’s definitely Arabic… I ran it through Google translate as best I could.”

Eryn held her phone to her ear and paced around the room. She glanced up at the little bear, noting to herself how odd it was that he always seemed to be looking at her no matter where in the room she was standing at the time… apparently just a trick of the light and the way reflections gleamed off of its round little eyes.

Eryn was no longer sure if this mystery was exciting or creepy, “Does it say who it’s from?”

“Nope… it’s just a few lines of… I don’t know what to call it… instructions, I guess? …This thing reads like a fortune cookie.”

Eryn sat down next to the bed and placed the bear on her lap, turning him towards her. From this angle the little guy seemed to be looking at her chest, which made her realize that her towel had slipped down a bit too far and was dangerously close to falling off. She pulled the towel back up as Harry continued…

“It says… ‘The maiden’s pleasure is assured’… so I think that means you’re guaranteed to like it. Doesn’t say you get your money back if you don’t though.”

Eryn smiled and hugged the bear, “Well, I do... He’s just so stinkin’ cute! Who wouldn’t love him?”

“It also says… ‘Affection must be given, or affection will be taken’… not really sure what that’s supposed to mean.”

Eryn looked down at the bear, and the bear seemed to look up at her innocently, “Hmmm… not sure either... Is that all it says?”

“The last one says… ‘Let it not observe the maiden’s skyclad form, or the mischievous demon within shall awaken and summon others of his kind’… the word ‘skyclad’ means naked, by the way.”

“I know what ‘skyclad’ means, Harry… so… you’re telling me that I’m not supposed to let it see me naked?” Eryn thought about her mishap with the missing bath towel just moments ago, “Well… that ship has already sailed.”

Harry chuckled, “Damn, girl… you move fast!”

“So are you sure that’s all it says? Nothing about getting it wet, or feeding it after midnight?” Eryn grinned as she imagined Harry rolling his eyes.

“Hey… I’m just the translator. I didn’t write this crap. I take it the sight of your bodacious ta-ta’s didn’t turn it into a multiplying green lizard with sharp teeth and a mohawk?”

“Hmmm… not yet…  If he’s a mischievous demon then he’s just a cute little fluffy one!”

“Well, in that case, I think you’re safe. This isn't the kind of thing I'd bother taking
seriously. It sounds like some kind of silly marketing gimmick. Probably came from a bachelorette party store or something like that. Maybe one of your celebrity BFF’s sent it to you as a prank or something? Just do me a favor and make sure that it doesn’t have a camera in its head or your skyclad boobies might unexpectedly show up on YouTube... Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to doing some real work here. Heffner wants you on the cover of Playbunny for 3.5 million, but I think I can get him up to an even 4 million.  Have fun with your new toy, kid.”

Harry hung up and Eryn set aside her cell phone. She put the bear beside her on the bed and couldn’t keep herself from grinning at his adorable little face. Just to be safe, Eryn squeezed his head to make sure it didn’t have anything inside that was solid enough to be a camera, then she hopped off of her bed and headed for the dresser.

Eryn pulled the first negligée set that she could find out of the top drawer and let her towel drop to the floor so that she could get dressed for bed… but then she froze.

Eryn turned and glanced at the bear and, as she expected, he still seemed to be looking right at her with that adorable and innocent little face. In fact, he seemed to be waiting expectantly for her to continue to change.

“Alright, little dude… I think you’ve had enough of an eyeful for one day.”

Eryn turned and carried her negligée into the bathroom so that she could change in private. After changing and brushing her teeth, she came back to the bedroom, cleared off the bed, grabbed her new bear and crawled under the covers. She kissed his forehead and ruffled the fur around his ears and then she reached for the lamp at her bedside and plunged the room into darkness. She hugged the bear and snuggled him up against her chest… and she could almost swear that she heard the bear sigh with contentment.

Eryn chalked it up to her exhaustion and her overactive imagination before allowing herself to drift off to sleep…

Long-time fans of either myself or SinisterMarauder might recognize that the little white bear could turn out to be trouble. The Fluffy One is his OC.

Glamour Girl vs. Anarchy Grrl

I could take “Glamour Girl” out from here...

BLAM! BLAM!

Two rounds right through the middle of that little brat's forehead and this would all be over in a glittering spray of crimson blood and fleshy pink brains shining in the limelight.

But then she wouldn’t learn... none of them would learn...

I will show this so-called “superheroine” and her flock of blind lemmings that celebrity breeds only ruin and shattered lives. They have to understand that what they are doing here is wrong. The adoration of fame is nothing more than a distraction from the real issues and problems that plague our society... nothing more than a soothing balm to keep the masses docile and compliant while ignoring the severity and depth of the wound that it conceals.

She is not worthy of their worship.
She is not above them.
She is no symbol.
She is no goddess.
She is no heroine.

Glamour Girl is nothing more than weak, mortal flesh quivering fearfully in the darkness. She will betray them all to save herself.

They don’t see who she really is… but I will show them.

The crowd loves her… it makes me sick.

It takes all of my restraint not to squeeze the trigger, but killing her now would not deliver my message.

This is the seventh and final performance of the “Veronika’s Secret GLAMOURWEAR Launch Extravaganza”. I have been to every single show to observing my target and to plan the precise moment of my attack. Day after day I have immersed myself in their vile displays of excess and hedonistic commercialism in service to my mission. Every performance thus far has been exactly the same, choreographed to clockwork precision by anal-retentive event coordinators paid to care about such things... but this performance will not be going according to their plans.

Glamour Girl’s new clothing line will be available tomorrow in Veronika’s Secret stores throughout the nation and the fashionistas predict it will be a record-breaking success. Thier prediction might be different if they knew what was about to happen here tonight.

Lima and Ambrosio and Swanepoel and Jagaciak... they're all here to flaunt their pampered and unattainable beauty to sell the lie that a pair of lacey panties can transform the average, hard-working woman into a brainless anorexic whore that hungers only for sex. Feminism has earned women the right to devalue themselves... Well done, sisters.

The crown jewel of the evening is Glamour Girl, the belle of the ball. Though the world’s most well-groomed prostitutes catwalk upon the stage in flimsy lingerie, it is Glamour Girl that commands everyone's attention. Eryn Flynn has become “celebrity incarnate”... at least for the moment. She speaks of strength, beauty and empowerment, whoring herself out to the Veronika’s Secret brand as the crowd dances to her shallow battle cry to buy more over-priced panties… as if a silk thong will provide the self-esteem that these fools so desperately crave.
The finale approaches… the time has come for me to take my position.
There is no turning back now.

The musical guests have exhausted their forgettable, one-hit wonders. The celebrity hosts have burned through all of their pre-scripted jokes. After sucking in their guts for seven days straight, the supermodels can now slouch their shoulders, kick off their stiletto heels and eat a cheeseburger. All eyes have settled upon Glamour Girl and her miraculous Gravity Gauntlets as she prepares the finale for the evening’s entertainment.

I must admit, the Gravity Gauntlets are impressive devices… but they are not without limits.

Glamour Girl tweets and vlogs her every move to increase her brand value, sharing her experiences and vapid hashtags with the world as she discovers more about her gravity-defying abilities. The stupid bitch never seems to realize that she is making my job much easier.

Here’s a hashtag for your consideration, my pet… #KeepShowingMeYourWeaknesses

Glamour Girl raises her arms and a hush falls over the crowd. The air shimmers and distorts around her as gravity itself bends to her will. The Gravity Gauntlets emit a low hum and the ground seems to shake. There is a thunderous roar as carefully-timed and choreographed pyrotechnics launch into the sky accompanied by a musical fanfare and a glorious display of laser lights.

The stage beneath her feet slowly begins to rise into the air...

The lemmings point to the heavens and cheer for their false idol as Glamour Girl slowly ascends on her floating platform. Born aloft by the gravitational power of her Gauntlets, the stage glides smoothly over the crowd without the support of a harness or cables. The underside of the stage that is now exposed to the crowd ignites and displays a colorful holographic animation featuring underweight, surgically-enhanced women wearing the all new GLAMOURWEAR attire as the Veronika’s Secret logo flashes in every direction.

The Veronika’s Secret marketing team would have you believe that Glamour Girl’s impressive display of flight and strength represents freedom and female empowerment, but all I see is wasteful excess, self-indulgence, ego… and opportunity. I don’t know exactly how much that hovering multimedia platform weighs, but I suspect it will be more than capable of crushing a few dozen innocent fans when it plummets to the ground.

Glamour Girl has flawlessly executed this trick for the last six performances of the Veronika’s Secret GLAMOURWEAR Launch Extravaganza. Photos and video captures from the previous shows have been trending all over social media. For six days I have watched this maneuver, studying its impact on the Gravity Gauntlets and the woman that wears them. I’m sure that this stunt is perfectly safe and well within the capabilities of the Gravity Gauntlets under normal circumstances... but tonight’s circumstances will be far from normal.

There is such a fine line between fame and infamy.

I wait until the precise moment that the flying platform has floated its furthest distance from the main stage... then… I make my move.

To her credit, Glamour Girl sees me coming as I swing down from the darkness of the arena's ceiling on a zipline, but her platform is moving too slowly for her to evade me. The Gravity Gauntlet’s have many powers, but only one of those powers can be engaged at any one time, and they can only be focused on a single target area. As my weight hits the platform, the floating structure rocks precariously and nearly pitches me off the edge. I'm not sure if Glamour Girls is struggling to adjust for the imbalance of my added weight, or if the little bitch is trying to pitch me off on purpose... either way, I stick the landing.
 
Glamour Girl is using everything that she has to keep the platform aloft. Until she can set it down safely, this "superheroine" is completely at my mercy.

The lemmings came for a show... I give them a show!
 
I fire into the air to get everyone’s attention. My face appears on the massive plasma screens mounted throughout the arena as the cameras shift focus from Glamour Girl to me. I relish the screams as the crowd panics and everyone runs for the nearest exit, but the fools are so packed in down there that they bottleneck each other at the doors, preventing anyone from going anywhere. They claw and scratch at each other like animals in a desperate battle for escape and survival.

There's nothing like a good ol' life-or-death struggle to make you forget all about your hunger for celebrity-endorsed panties.

Right about now the bimbo behind me is realizing the dire nature of her predicament... her absolute helplessness to prevent what is to come.

If Glamour Girl releases her gravitational control of the floating platform to deal with me, the structure will plummet to the ground and crush dozens of innocent people.
To save herself, she will have to let her fans die.

The platform sways and rotates as Glamour Girl carefully guides the lumbering hunk of metal back to the main stage, the only open area where she can set the heavy structure down without killing anyone.  It's a struggle for her to reverse gravity’s effect on the mass of the platform to make it neutrally buoyant, while simultaneously providing controlled gravity bursts to generate brief propulsive thrusts. With more practice and experience she might be able to eventually do stuff like this with ease, but she's just a rookie with very little control over the vast power that she wields. She can keep the platform afloat, but her maneuverability is nonexistent. It’s a slow and delicate process that requires significant concentration

I don’t intend to let her concentrate.

When the Gravity Gauntlets are activated, I have observed that her body is continuously protected by a thin gravity field that enhances her strength and serves as a kind of body armor. I unload the magazine of my rifle into her face and torso anyway. These are low-velocity rounds, so I don’t expect them to kill her, but from her screams I can tell that they must hurt like a bitch! The important thing is that the platform sways off course, drifting off to the left instead of heading straight back towards the main stage.

The more distraction that I provide... the longer it will take her to return to the main stage to set down the platform… and the more of the Gauntlets’ energy charge she will consume.

I consider reloading and shooting her again because it’s so much fun... but I opt for a different strategy instead.

The continuous gravity field that protects her like armor does't extend very far from her body, perhaps only an inch from the surface of her skin. Obviously it must be permeable to air or she would't be able to breath. I’ll bet I could chloroform her right now and the fumes would pass right through the field. I raise my hand to touch her face and I can feel the energy rippling gently beneath my fingertips. As I sustain contact with the field, the Gauntlets seem to lose the ability to distinguish between her body and mine. The resistance yields and I can feel my hands make contact with her flesh. Gravity waves flow over the back of my hand, up my arm and eventually the field envelops me as well. 

I am inside of the gravity field with her… and so is my gun.
 
I encourage Glamour Girl to drop the platform so that we can get on with the fight. I explain to her that I will be killing as many of her fans as I can once I have finished with her anyway, so perhaps by sacrificing a few innocent people now she will be in a better position to fight back later. She glares at me defiantly and the platform sways a bit, but it doesn’t slow her down enough. We are still gliding slowly towards the main stage.

Even up close like this, she doesn’t seem to recognize me… probably because the years have not been as kind to me as they have been to her since our Disney Channel days. I’ve been through too many botched plastic surgeries… too many meth and coke benders behind the scenes. My mind and body have been ravaged by drugs and excess… too much, too soon... the fate of so many “child stars”... I know that I must look like a gaunt shadow of my former self, and yet I have never been so filled with a sense of purpose and righteous clarity.
 
Fame destroys lives... It has been the one constant of my existence. Why should it be any different for her? Why does she deserve a second chance? Celebrity has a cost, and it is way past time for “Glamour Girl” to pay it.

I wonder… if I toss her severed head into the crowd, will someone down there stick it up on eBay tomorrow?

I yank the zipper of her costume down so quickly that she doesn’t have a chance to react until it’s done. Glamour Girl’s face flushes instantly with panic and embarrassment as her breasts spill into view and she lets out the most adorable little squeal of shock and dismay.The platform lurches and begins to fall, losing about ten feet of altitude before she recovers enough to catch it again.
 
She’s always been so protective of her carefully-scripted public image. Eryn Flynn might dabble in the occasional racy outfit or post a lame ass-selfie on twitter, but she’s probably the only celebrity on the Internet that doesn’t have a website dedicated to “accidental” shots of her naked body. She’s a tease and a prude. Eryn might like to think of herself as this wild and crazy Hollywood hotshot, but as a young actress she used to suffer from crippling episodes of stage fright. We used to tease her about it mercilessly, which probably didn’t help. That devastating shyness still lurks just below the surface, just waiting for an embarrassing event like this to trigger it. To be honest I’m surprised she hasn’t already fainted.
 
Cameras capture it all and projected it onto the big multimedia plasma screens that line the concert amphitheater. Cellphones from the crowd below broadcast live shots of her naked body that are destined to become instantaneous social media sensations. Eryn has nowhere to hide and her public image will never be the same. 

To hold the platform aloft, Glamour Girl can’t even move her arms to cover herself. This is even better than tying her up! I have her completely at my mercy.
Staring at her like this… right in front of me… all helpless and exposed… I can’t help but wonder how far she might let this go...

That’s the look I wanted to see… crushed… lost… submissive…

Glamour Girl has left the building.

Eryn’s stage fright sets in and she completely checks out. Her eyes glaze over and I can see that the fight has gone out of her entirely. I continue to taunt her and tease her, but I’m not even sure if she hears what I’m saying. The platform is just hovering now. I’m impressed that she hasn’t already dropped it. We’re not even moving towards the main stage and her Gauntlets are losing power fast.
Traumatized though she may be, I know that this excites her. These rich bitches all crave outlandish thrills, and it doesn’t get much more outlandish than being stripped and molested on a hovering platform in front of thousands of people. Every actress has a bit of an exhibitionist in her… this one just needed a little push and now she’s ready for anything. She knows what I’m about to do to her, and there’s a part of her that craves it.

The way she helplessly moans as I tweak her nipple is glorious… and I’m just getting started.

Glamour Girl's worst nightmares and her most thrilling fantasies are playing out simultaneously and it's simply more than she can handle.

Massive plasma screens throughout the arena broadcast her humiliation for all to see. Microphones embedded in the floating platform record and amplify her every sexual  whimper, moan and gasp through massive speakers as she writhes in response to my touch. At first she offers a token resistance, whispering unconvincingly for me to stop, but as her eyes roll back into her head I know that she is truly finished. The lights, the cameras, the crowd watching it all... Glamour Girl simply shuts down and surrenders herself to her fate.

Absolute helplessness strips her of the responsibility to resist... since there is nothing that she can do to stop me, she is free to immerse herself in the eroticism of the scenario. Instead of twisting her body away from me, Glamour Girl begins to arch her back towards me, welcoming my hands upon her exposed flesh as I drive her closer and closer to a rapid crescendo. She cries out as I slide my rifle between her legs and press the long metal barrel tightly against her. The floating platform sways and drifts dangerously from the intensity of her distraction. It's too much for her to take and I can tell that she won't last long if I keep this up. She begs me to stop, but I tell her to shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride. She gasps as if my aggressiveness offends her, but her body shudders and moans in response and the faintest smile crosses her lips. Her thighs squeeze tightly around the rifle as her hips grind luridly against the scope. I wonder if she will be able to keep us aloft during her orgasm, or if her climax will send us crashing down into the crowd below... la petite mort... the little death... followed by many horrible and bloody ones... it will be an orgy of terror and destruction.

The Veronika's Secret GLAMOURWEAR brand was supposed to represent empowerment and strength. I have shown the world that their heroic spokesmodel is nothing more than a weak and submissive whore.

Eryn Flynn will be ruined... a laughing stock... a social media pariah... her career as a "superheroine" ended before it has a chance to begin... and soon she will be entirely forgotten.

As much as the world loves to worship a rising starlet, they enjoy tearing her apart even more.

I have to admit... she is ridiculously gorgeous.

I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on the best plastic surgeons on the east coast and all I have to show for it is a bunch of scars and a face that I can barely recognize in the mirror. All this little bitch has to do is eat a couple of smoothies and strike a few yoga poses and she looks like a freakin' goddess. No wonder the world is falling all over themselves for her. I don't understand why people like her end up in the spotlight, while so many more people like me with the exact same opportunities just end up in the gutter. It isn't fair. If we can't all end up in the spotlight, then it's time to drag her down into the gutter with the rest of us.

I keep Glamour Girl right on the edge of orgasm, prolonging her pleasure, driving her insane with ecstasy, making sure that the world gets a good long look at their broken heroine. I want everyone to see that she's just another worthless slut. Eryn practically starts to hyperventilate and her knees tremble so much that I have to hold her up to keep her from collapsing.

Don't pass out on me yet, Glamour Girl... I'm not through working you over.

Her hips buck involuntarily against the barrel of my rifle and tears stream down her cheeks as she begs me to stop... and then it happens... Her entire body seizes, her back arches, her legs quake, her luscious lips form a perfect"O"... and then Glamour Girl SCREAMS out the most glorious and magnificent orgasm since Meg Ryan's performance in When Harry Met...

...oh,crap...

I've made a tremendous mistake!

The platform drops out from under our feet and we free fall into a dive … but we’re already hovering above the main stage!

I was so caught up with humiliating Glamour Girl and watching her writhe that I didn’t even notice her maneuvering the platform into position above the stage so that she could land it safely. How could I be so stupid?!?! She tricked me… and now her little lemmings are perfectly safe!

I forgot that the clever bitch is an actress! She was faking it this whole time!

I wasn’t distracting her… she was distracting me!

The massive multimedia platform slams into the main stage, sending debris and smoke flying everywhere. The crowd screams and the Veronika's Secret lingerie models dive for cover to avoid being crushed. I revel in the chaos, knowing that I have failed in my mission and that I am about to die. A fall from this height will surely kill me. Disappointing... I was hoping to take Glamour Girl and a few of her lemmings with me.

With the platform safely landed, Glamour Girl turns her Gravity Gauntlets on me. I can feel the air around me vibrating and it becomes increasingly difficult to breath as she grips me with her power. Not content to let me fall to my death, that bitch intends to crush me like a grape!!!

It takes me a moment to realize that I should already be dead.... I should have already hit the ground... but her gravitational disturbances are actually SLOWING my decent...

She's... she's actually saving ME!!!

WHY?!?!

I underestimated her... Eryn Flynn isn't the selfish little brat that I remember her to be... or at least not entirely. I've decimated her reputation, her modesty and her career and she let me do it with the whole world watching just to save the lives of a few dozen nobodies... and now she's trying to save my life as well? From a disaster that I caused?

It doesn't make any sense!!!

Does she actually thinks she's some kind of hero now?

Glamour Girl saves me from dying in the fall, but she isn't gentle about it. The wind is knocked out of me as I slam into the ground and the impact knocks my gun from my grasp. That gun is probably the only thing keeping the crowd and the rent-a-cops from rushing the stage and it's my only chance of fighting back against a very pissed off superheroine. I roll and reach for my rifle, but then I hear a loud vibration approaching as Glamour Girl charges up her Gauntlets for some new attack. I brace myself... expecting to be tossed through the air by a gravity burst or thrown across the room... but I am not her target.

Glamour Girl forms a gravity shell around her forearm that amplifies her strength. She smashes her fist into my gun, shattering it into dozens of broken pieces.

This show is definitely over... time to retreat!

I have escape routes mapped out all over this place. All I have to do is get to one of the grapple lines that I have stashed throughout the arena, make my way to the roof and disappear into the night. With my gun destroyedI have no choice but to leap to my feet and make a run for it.... but I don't get very far.

The air around me shimmers and I start to feel heavier and heavier with every step. The weight of my own body becomes more than my legs can support and I fall to my hands and knees. Glamour Girl's Gravity Gauntlets continue to increase the gravitational forces surrounding me. I can barely draw a breath as my body is pressed flat to the floor. I feel like I'm slowly being crushed to death. Colorful spots begin to flash before my eyes as I start to lose consciousness. My vision tunnels and I can hear the crowd cheering for Glamour Girl... Glamour Girl... Glamour girl... but soon that too begins to fade...

Eryn’s phone rang for the umpteenth time, and for the umpteenth time she tried to ignore it. She knew that it would be Harry on the other end of the line and she really wasn’t in the mood to be scolded. Eryn knew that she had screwed up big time in that fight with Anarchy Grrl… and she did it in front of the entire world.

Eryn had been living off of a steady diet of Ben & Jerry’s, potato chips and liquor for the last several days and she was avoiding the media like the plague... no internet, no TV, no nothing… For the first time in a long time, Eryn really couldn’t handle what she knew people were undoubtedly saying about her. She had let everyone down. Veronika’s Secret wanted a symbol of female empowerment and instead Eryn had let Anarchy Grrl publicly humiliate her. The “GLAMOURWEAR” brand was probably now synonymous with defeat and embarrassment. Sales expectations had been through the roof and the whole mess with Anarchy Grrl would no doubt cost Veronika’s Secret millions and millions of dollars. Harry was probably calling to let her know that she was being sued or something… Her career was over.

Failing as an actress was bad, but it didn’t hit her nearly as hard as failing as a superheroine. Eryn had really wanted this… to be something more than a former child star… to actually do something inspiring and important with her life… but clearly it wasn’t meant to be.

The phone was still ringing... Harry wasn’t going to give up this time. Eryn decided that it was best to just get this over with so that he would stop calling. It was hard to sulk with the constant interruptions. Eryn picked up the phone, flopped on the bed, and swiped the screen to answer the call.

Harry started talking the moment that the signal connected: “KID!!! Oh my God, where have you been?!?!? I was starting to think you were dead!!!”

“No such luck, Harry… Look… I’m really not in the mood to be yelled at right now, so…”

“Yell? Who said anything about yelling? Why would I yell?”

“I know the GLAMOURWEAR launch was a complete disaster and I’m sure everyone is pissed at me, but…”

“Disaster? What disaster?”

“Harry, this was fun while it lasted, but we both know…”

“Oh my God… you seriously don’t know…. You haven’t been online at all, have you?”

“Of course not... Why would I put myself through that?”

“You mean, why would you put yourself through becoming the biggest media icon on the planet?!?!?!”

“What… what are you talking about?”

“You’re EVERYWHERE right now! The GLAMOURWEAR launch was HUGE! Veronika’s Secret is raking it in and everyone wants in on the Glamour Girl business! My phone has been ringing off the hook! Kid, seriously… you’ve hit the big time!”

Eryn’s head was spinning. How was this possible?

She fumbled for her TV remote and turned on her flatscreen. As she surfed through the entertainment and gossip channels, she saw footage of her fight with Anarchy Grrl on almost every channel. Most of the clips were action shots focusing on the huge platform crashing into the main stage and the way she had pinned down Anarchy Grrl with the last of her Gravity Gauntlets’ power. Thank God most of the channels had her naked chest pixelated out, though Eryn was certain that she would find the uncensored version of those clips circulating online.

She punched up her twitter app and found that her twitter subscribers had skyrocketed to over 26 MILLION! Those were practically Kardashian numbers!

“Harry… I don’t… I don’t understand…”

“Did you know that Anarchy Grrl was actually Brenda Barns, your old Teacher’s Pet castmate from your Disney Channel days?”

“Brenda? No... that’s... I had no idea... She looks so different!”

“Apparently the years have been more than a little rough on her. We’re talking drugs, bankruptcy, plastic surgery, therapy, rehab… she got sucked into the ‘former child star’ vortex and it ate her alive. The poor girl is seriously whacked out and she decided to take it out on you… but the whole thing backfired! She was trying to knock you down a peg, but instead she’s turned you into a megastar!”

“But I blew it, Harry... She kicked my ass! Brenda shot me, stripped me, molested me… she humiliated me in front of everyone!”

“Humiliated? What are you talking about? You were GREAT! You were the last woman standing and you saved lots of people!”

“But I’m the one that put everyone in danger in the first place!”

“No way… Brenda is getting all of the blame for that. All anyone can talk about is how you saved the Veronika’s Secret Angels and turned GLAMOURWEAR into the hottest fashion line of the century!”
“This doesn’t make any sense, Harry… I’ve… I’ve never… never been so… exposed like that before… All these years I’ve tried so hard to…”

“Oh, for cryin’ out loud, don’t be such a baby! So you showed off your tits… BIG DEAL! It’s good television! This ain’t the Disney Channel anymore, kid… you’re in the HBO world now! Everybody is flashing their boobs these days! Welcome to the club!”

“I don’t know… I…”

“Oh my God, and my favorite part was the way you faked that orgasm to keep Brenda distracted while you steered that platform to safety... That was PRICELESS!”

“Faked it?… Harry… I, uhmmm…”

“Kid, I’m telling you… you just took this thing to a whole new level. Your reality show got a green light, Hasbro wants to talk about movie rights, dolls and action figures, Vogue wants you on the cover, Maybelline wants to buy out your cosmetics line, international fragrance companies are asking me for meetings… everybody and their dog is throwing checks at us right now. It’s crazy!”

“Harry… I don’t know what to say…”

“Just say you’ll quit moping around your apartment and get your ass back out there! You’re a big time crimefighter now and I need you out there kicking some ass! So let’s hear it, kid… Are you calling it quits? Or are you a superheroine?”

Eryn didn’t hesitate…

“I’m a superheroine, Harry… I’m Glamour Girl!”

THE END

Glamour Girl In Peril!

For those of you who have been itching to see Glamour Girl in a bit of peril, I hope this was worth the wait!

The below is from an email-based role-playing game that I'm currently doing with SinisterMarauder and a few other DA regulars. Glamour Girl was actually created specifically for use in this game. SinisterMarauder creates and writes the story/plot/scenario and I basically write responses as events unfold to provide Glamour Girl's actions and choices. Hopefully Glamour Girl will be teaming up with some other heroines soon!

This was all written very quickly and impulsively, so if there are typos and grammar errors or whatever... get over it.



SinisterMarauder
"Baby, baby, baby! You should see the news!"

Eryn held the receiver farther from her ear as Harry gushed on about how amazingly she had done, praised her for playing to the crowd, and listed off every news station that had recorded her heroics at the DTR building, and their take on it. She had been delighted the first time he had done that. In fact, the second and third time hadn't been so bad either. But four days of the same phone call over an over was dulling the thrill of her achievement. 

Placing the phone down on the table, she turned to her computer and pulled up her Twitter account. Harry had a good ten or fifteen minutes of gushing left in him before he turned to another topic, so she thought she'd use the time connecting with her fans a little.

" . . . want to do an interview with you . . ."

Yeah, he'd told her that already. Oh, Fratboy41 had suddenly decided that she wasn't a "hack bitch-whore" who staged everything and claimed that he "totally knew she was on the level all along." Wasn't that generous of him?

" . . . slow-motion footage of you crashing into that guy in the armor . . ."

Barry_Bates was trying to remind everyone that he liked Glamour Girl before she was cool, which was impossible because she'd always been cool... Nice try, Barry.

" . . . little less property damage next time . . ."

Norman32, the first person to make a comment on her Twitter that wasn't about her boobs or ass, asked where she got the tip about the robbery. Damn it Norman! You're one of my favorites, stop asking inconvenient questions!

" . . . be attending the gala."

A couple of girls were speculating over whether or not she had plastic surgery to look so... wait, what? What gala?

"What was that, Harry?" she asked, snatching up the phone again.

"The high society in town are throwing a little get together to honor some old curmudgeon for making himself richer than everybody else, or something. Nobody actually cares about him. The point is it's a big posh event with lots of classy, respectable people attending, and you've been invited! Normally, I'd say go dressed as Glamour Girl, but that would be tacky here. Get dressed up really fancy! You got a gold dress, right? And maybe leave the Gauntlets behind, yeah? "



GlamourGirl

Eryn couldn't actually remember the last time she had taken the Gauntlets off. The Gauntlets might look a little bulky, but they were completely weightless and comfortable to wear... not to mention that wearing them is what kept them charged. The old guy that gave her the Gauntlets said something about "converting kinetic motion into gravitational capacitance as they move through the Earth's natural gravitational field"....blahblahblah, whatever... Eryn didn't really understand the physics or the technology involved and she didn't really care. She felt naked without the Gauntlets and she had been practicing with them constantly. She slept with them on, and she even wore them in the shower. She still couldn't figure out how to make her gravity shield dense enough to hold back water droplets because they always seemed to find a way to flow through weak spots as the field shifted around, but she was pretty sure that she could fix that with a little more practice. Eryn couldn't seem to stop herself from testing out new tricks all the time and occasionally she wondered if she was becoming addicted to the things... was that possible?

At any rate, Eryn suspected that if she was invited to this big wig gala it was most likely because they wanted "Glamour Girl" in attendance and not "Eryn Flynn".

"Tell you what, Harry... I'll do the gold dress, but I'm keeping the Gauntlets."



SinisterMarauder 

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Rather than wait for Harry to argue the point with her, she said, "Look, they invited me because I'm Glamour Girl, they aren't interested in Eryn Flynn. Going without the Gauntlets would defeat the whole purpose of my being there! I already agreed to wear the dress."

Harry remained quiet for a few minutes before he finally spoke, "Look kitten, I know they called you there 'cause you're Glamour Girl, you're big news! Everybody wants to see you and be seen with you! But kid, you just smashed through a privately-owned corporate building and flattened a guy against the pavement! It was great press, it was great television, it was everything I had hoped it would be, but now when they look at you, they see a gal who solves her problems by puttin' holes in real estate!

You're wielding some crazy-ass power there, kiddo! You're everybody's favorite girl right now, but you know how the news is... As soon as the craze starts to die down, they begin looking for everything wrong with you! And then they shred you! Now, I know I keep saying there's no such thing as bad publicity, and I stand by that, but there is such a thing as lawsuits! Good press makes people treat you nice, bad press can turn things the other way sometimes. You can't be a big heroine if everybody starts taking you to court for property damage and stuff! You may not be worried about how the press talks about you, but if your dream is to be a respected heroine, you gotta give them something to love! A human side they can connect to! I'm not asking you to do it all the time, but showin' up every now and again without the manacles on will make you seem less imposing! Get a little girly on them... be sweet and charming! Not too much, not all the time, just enough to help soften the fact that you can literally plow through walls!Listen, I get it, the gauntlets are your thing, and you're right, they expect Glamour Girl to be there. So hows about this? You stuff the gauntlets in a big purse or something and take them along with you, yeah? That way, if everybody wants to see you pick up a car or fly a table around the room, you won't disappoint, but you also go into the party like a regular girl, not like you're preppin' for a fight. Can you at least do that for me, doll?"



GlamourGirl

Eryn had nightmarish visions of putting the Gauntlets into her handbag only to have some 15 year old streetpunk run by and snatch it off of her shoulder. She also knew that she wasn't exactly the most responsible person in the world, especially after a few Cosmos; Eryn would be just as likely to set her purse down in the ladies room and walk off with out it. If she wasn't going to wear them, then she was leaving them in the safe.

"Ok, ok... Sheesh! ...Obviously you have a bug up your ass about this and it's not worth arguing about. If I'm not wearing the Gauntlets then I'm leaving them at home. How about my lipstick color? Got any thoughts on that? Do you want to come over and help me pick out earrings, too?"

SinisterMarauder 

Harry sighed, "No, doll-face, I'm sure you can handle those on your own. Look, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a pain in the ass, but this is what you pay me for. I'm gonna order a limo for you. We can't have you showin' up at the party in a taxi."

Eryn rolled her eyes at the not-so-thinly veiled criticism for having taken a cab to the DTR building the other night. The man certainly knew his job, but she really wished he would learn to stop sweating the little stuff.

"Also, I've been talking to some people about assembling that motorcycle you were talkin' to me about. It's gonna be pretty pricey, but nothin' you can't handle. You've just gotta send them a finalized list of all the bells and whistles you want on it. I also got a private mechanic lined up who can keep it in tip-top shape for you. Gotta run! Plenty to do! Be sure you pick a nice dress, something that shows a lot of leg! Catch you after the party!"

Eryn waited until he had hung up and then threw the phone onto her bed. She understood where Harry was coming from, but this was asking a lot. She would never admit to it, but she just felt safer with the Gauntlets on. Fame and popularity had their perks, but safety wasn't necessarily one of them, and now she was a big bad super heroine, which wasn't necessarily going to make life any safer for her, especially if there was some punk out there looking to make a name for himself.

She stared at the two weightless devices and tried to will herself to take them off. It wouldn't be so bad, just one night. One evening of wining and dinning among high society and avoiding the advances of amorous socialites who had gotten a little too deep into their glasses. Of course, that wouldn't be a problem if she had her Gauntlets with her . . .

No, no, Harry was set on this, and he did work really hard for her, she hated to disappoint him. Still, if this was the one night a psycho crashed the party and started shooting people up, he'd wind up feeling really silly when the big heroine of the hour was caught on film fleeing the scene because she hadn't come prepared. That of course was assuming she didn't wind up dead.

She continued to stare at the Gauntlets. She was right, they really did want to see Glamour Girl, not Eryn Flynn. They'd probably just be disappointed if she didn't bring them along. And what good was it to bring them along if she wasn't wearing them? Maybe, this time, she'd just ignore Harry's advice. After all, he'd done the same thing with her when she threw down with those thugs at the DTR, and hadn't that turned out well? Maybe he'd end up being grateful?

Yeah. That sounded like Harry. Sure.

GlamourGirl

Eryn took a quick shower, then wrapped herself in a towel and went to her closet to pull out the one piece gold dress. It wasn't one of her favorites, but she knew Harry would approve. It was simple and elegant, but it was also a little too short and she'd have to be very ladylike to make sure that the sleazier photographers couldn't get a shot of her "business" when she got out of the limo. There were always two or three guys on their knees trying to get the lowest possible shot so that they could try to invent a scandal like they did with poor Britney. Maybe if one of those sleazeballs tried that with her tonight she'd use a gravity pulse to send his camera flying to the top of a skyscraper.

She decided to stick with her large hoop earrings since those were her favorites. Gold high heels, check. Black thong to keep the dress looking sleek, check. She decided to wear the same dark pantyhose that she normally wore as part of her Glamour Girl uniform, since that's what people generally expected her to wear these days.... Gotta keep building that brand...

Eryn decided to wear the Gauntlets and to just bring a gold handbag that matched her dress. She could stuff the Gauntlets into her purse right before she met up with Harry to hide them at the last minute and he'd never know the difference.

But first... hair and makeup!

_______

A few hours later, and forty-five minutes after the limo had arrived to ensure that she would be fashionably late, Eryn was dressed to kill and ready for a drink. The limo driver let her in the backseat (knees locked, turn, sit, lift and swivel) and she was on her way! She powered up her Gauntlets and took a quick selfie in the back of the limo posing with the champagne flute as it hovered in midair thanks to a fancy application of her Gauntlet's Gravity Manipulate ability. She posted it to twitter (# partytime) then floated the champagne flute towards her lips and tilted it just far enough for her to take a quick sip.  Deciding not to push her luck and possibly ruin her dress, Eryn snatched the floating glass out of the air with her hands, drained it, and then powered down the Gauntlets so that they could recharge. Her power level readout said 46/50, but the motion of the limo drive would probably juice her back up before she arrived at the party... just in case she decided to put on a show. If this party had a piano player, Eryn was already planning to climb on top of it and float herself and the piano player around the room while he played Frank Sinatra's "Come Fly With Me"... Eryn knew that her YouTube subscribers would LOVE that!

Hopefully this gala would be fun!



SinisterMarauder

The limousine pulled up in front of the Archinson Building, built in honor of one of Bayport's oldest and most distinguished families. The last of the Archinsons had dies out only five years ago with no surviving family, and the building was now owned by Lyle Barrymore, a 50-something multi-billionaire who sat on the board of directors of at least seven different international corporations.

Two large security personnel dressed in very fine silk suits opened the door for her and then stepped back, effectively blocking everyone's view of her until she had stepped out of the limo, at which point they retreated to either side of the enormous red carpet that led to the massive crystal doors at the entrance of the building. Apparently, Mr. Barrymore had no intention of allowing a sleazy photographer a chance to humiliate his guests.

Cheers went up from the crowd as she pranced across the red carpet, feeling more like she was attending a big Hollywood premier than a private gala. Cellphones and cameras flashed as she strutted to the crystal doors, and over the din she made out several compliments and cat calls.

The door was held open for her by an Asian woman in a stunning red Cheongsam, and she stepped inside. Eryn had never been in the Archinson building before, and it was all she could to to keep from gasping aloud at the sight. Both walls to her left and right were taken up by massive aquariums that ran from the floor up to the ceiling, which was at least three stories high. They were filled with all manor of exotic fish and underwater plants, and gorgeously lit with carefully arranged spotlights, that created a sort of stripped pattern of light and dark in the water. There were hallways build into the bottom of the aquariums, and she could see caterers, cooks, chauffeurs, and security guards moving in and out of them. One of the guards spotted her looking around and politely directed her attention to the center of the room where there was a large square pillar that housed an elevator on each side.

"Mr. Barrymore's party is on the sixty-fourth floor, miss," he said politely, and escorted her to the elevator. The elevator itself was the size of a living room, and came complete with leather couches that reclined and a massive plasma TV screen that took up one whole wall. "Oklahoma" was currently playing, and "Poor Jud is Dead" was being piped through surround sound speakers.

After requesting the 64th floor, Eryn plopped down on the couch and said to herself, "And I though I was rich!"

She barely felt the elevator moving, and was shocked by how quickly it reached its destination. She stepped out onto smoothly polished white marble tile. The elevator stood on a large dais, with four massive marble pillars a good ten feet out from the central pillar's four corners. Between each pillar was a short set of stairs that led down to the main floor. The room was rimmed with red velvet carpeting, and posh couches and love seats were arranged for groups to sit, smoke, eat, and socialize to their hearts' content.

Eryn spotted a grande piano off to her right, smooth black polish and delicate ivory keys. The pianist who strummed the keys with such proficiency was an older gentleman sporting a magnificent mustache. If she decided to pull her little stunt here, she'd have plenty of room to maneuver.

As she surveyed her surroundings, a voice called out from the left, "Glamour Girl! So good of you to join us!" Eryn turned to see Mr. Barrymore approaching, arms held wide in greeting, a champagne glass in each hand. He offered one to her and then escorted her to a nearby couch.

"I see you've brought your Gauntlets! Excellent! Once everybody is settled in, you simply must show them off for us!"

"I'd be happy to," Eryn replied.

"Excellent! you must forgive me my dear, I've so many guests to greet. We've a buffet on those tables on the far wall. Please, eat, drink, mingle! I'll come check on you after I've played the good host!"

And so saying, he raced across the room to greet an elderly woman dressed almost exclusively in pearls, leaving Eryn alone.



GlamourGirl

Drinks! Yes! Eryn knew she was going to need them.

This wasn't really her scene at all. It was gorgeous and high-end all around, but it was also incredibly boring. Everyone here that she had seen so far was old enough to be her father, if not her grandfather. She should have called Ariana to see if she could come... Was Katy on tour? Note to self: Always bring a friend.

The floating piano trick no longer seemed like such a great idea. If it didn't work she'd just end up making a mess and damaging the place. Eryn had trashed more than a few upscale hotel rooms and dance clubs in her day, but this place was on an entirely different level. She decided to go scope out the bar, hopefully snag a Cosmo, and then go look for someone interesting to talk to... preferably an Abercrombie underwear model with a six pack and a PhD in witty conversation.

Eryn found the Cosmo, but had no luck with the underwear model. One of the waiters had a cute smile, but she wasn't going to go there. As she passed through the crowd Eryn noticed people either staring at her Gauntlets or checking out her legs, but no one approached her. The crowd was whispering around her and talking about her, but no one seemed interested enough to actually talk to her. She felt like a party favor, basically just there to look pretty for the amusement and entertainment value of others... but not very useful or important. She had this weird sense of loneliness even though she was surrounded by people in a crowded room.

Hopefully Mr. Barrymore would come back soon so that she could politely bolt and maybe hit a real party. The Suede Bar was usually pretty hopping at this time of night. Eryn downed the Cosmo, passed the empty glass off to the waiter with the cute smile and asked him for another, then she pulled her cell phone out of her handbag so that she could start texting friends.

SinisterMarauder
"Lanford! Good to see you! So sorry your father couldn't make it!"

Eryn ignored the voice of Mr. Barrymore as he continued to greet everyone who came in loudly and using more or less the exact same phrases. More than ever, she was starting to feel like she was here for show more than anything else.

The reception on her phone was spotty, and half of her texts never even sent. To be fair, it had made for some pretty amusing conversations, though she was fairly certain Emma Watson would never speak to her again. Harry could patch that up. He was good at that sort of thing.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Eryn glanced up to see a young man with short brown hair, dark grey eyes, and a well groomed 5-o'clock shadow motioning to the seat beside her. She gave him a discreet once over and then politely informed him that the seat was available. He may not have been an underwear model, but at least he looked better than her phone. Whether or not he would provide better conversation remained to be seen.

"Charles Lanford," he introduced himself, offering her his hand. She shook it and replied, "Glamour Girl."

"Also known as Eryn Flynn," he responded, ordering himself a drink, "Any relation to Errol Flynn?"

"No," she replied patiently.

Catching her tone, he smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I suppose you must get asked that a lot."

"Only once or twice an hour," she replied.

"Is that your real name, or your actress name?"

"That would be telling," she replied. Harry had made it quite clear never to answer that question one way or the other. 'It adds to the mystery!'

"Fair enough," Charles replied, "What bring you to this gathering of rich old geezers and crones?"

"An invitation, and you?"

"Social requirement."

"That sounds like fun," Eryn replied sarcastically.

"Well, at least the food's good. By the way, my father was very grateful for your intervention during the attempted robbery, even if you did smash a few of his windows in the process."

She could see him watching her face, waiting for a reaction. He was probably hoping to see shock or surprise, maybe even a little sheepishness. He was cute, but he wasn't nearly cute enough for her to play that game. Besides, she was a little unimpressed with him for having all but said 'my father owns DTR.' ...Really?

"They certainly seemed interested in what you had locked away up there. You wouldn't happen to know what they were after, would you?"

He was clearly a little taken aback by her nonchalant response, "Um, no. The police haven't gotten them to say anything yet."

"Too bad," Eryn replied, "they already had quite a bit of high-tech gear on them, it must have been something very special for them to go to all that trouble."

"Yes, well, I wouldn't know anything about that," he replied shortly.

Eryn was about to press the matter a little, as much for her own amusement as for answers, when a man walked up and tapped Charles on the shoulder.

"Oh, Alexi! Good of you to come! Have you met Glamour Girl?"

"I have not had the pleasure," Alexi replied in a thick Slavic accent. The man was a little under six feet tall, lean built with almost abnormally broad shoulders. If he had a little more meat on him, he might have had a nice figure. As he was, he just looked distended. Greasy black hair was pulled back into an unkempt ponytail, and his face, well... his face was fine and dandy if you didn't have to look at it.

Eryn nodded politely and refrained from offering him her hand.

"You said there was business you wished to discuss with me?" Alexi inquired of Charles.

"Well, not business, obviously, we're at a party," Charles replied a little uneasily, "There are one or two things I'd like to talk to you about, if you'll excuse us Miss Flynn?"

She refrained from saying, "With pleasure," and instead just nodded at them again.

Charles escorted Alexi to the far side of the floor, where there appeared to be a few private rooms. As she watched them go, Eryn was overcome with the desire to figure out just what they were up to. Maybe it was suspicion over Charles's odd behavior, and maybe it was boredom. Either way, this night looked like it was going to be a drag, so she might as well do something to keep herself busy.

The waiter with the cute smile returned with her Cosmo and apologized for having taken so long. She downed it quickly and thanked him with a smile, then got up as casually as she could and followed the two men. More gaping and gawking as she walked by, but it didn't bother her as much any more, at least now she had something to do.

The two men entered a door which led into a short hall that turned left. They took the turn and went to the last room on the right. Eryn had carefully stayed out of sight as they made their little journey, and after she had let a few minutes pass, she tried the door to the room adjacent to theirs. It was empty. It occurred to her that the two men might have an entirely different reason for sneaking off together than had first crossed her mind. If that was the case, she would make a discreet and speedy exit, and they would be none the wiser.

She closed the door gingerly behind her, and pressed her ear against the wall, hoping to catch what they were saying.

". . . girl? You're sure?"

"Yes. Money is no object."

"You ask a lot from me..."

"I'm also paying you a lot."

"Is very risky, this. I do not know... What if I offer you something else?"

"What else could you possibly offer me?"

"You like Sunglow?"

" . . . what?"

Somebody's phone went off in the other room.

"Excuse please, I must take this... What is it, I am with client... What?! Secure the docks, I am on my way."

"Wait, you can't go yet! What were you saying about Sunglow?"

"We must finish conversation later, I must go."

The door opened and closed rapidly and Eryn heard heavy strides going briskly down the hall. What the hell had she just overheard?



GlamourGirl
Eryn assumed that the heavy steps belonged to Alexi, which meant that Charles was still in the adjacent room. She listened for Charles to follow Alexi out, or to make another phone call, or to do something... but there was only silence. After about fifteen seconds of waiting, Eryn started to feel increasingly nervous. What was he doing in there? Could he have crept out without her hearing him? Did the room that he was in have another exit? Charles couldn't possibly know that she was listening... could he?

How could Alexi "offer Sunglow"? What was that supposed to mean? It didn't seem very likely that Sunglow and Alexi were friends, but then she knew absolutely nothing about Sunglow other than that she liked to fly around in a costume that was even skimpier than Eryn's own Glamour Girl outfit. For all she knew they could be dating. Maybe Sunglow was into the beefy ones.

And what was going on at "the docks"? Obviously something that upset the big Russian. What did people do at the docks? Store stuff, ship stuff, repair boats.... she had no idea. Eryn was no detective. She had no clue what was going on and she had no idea what to do next. 

Eryn thought maybe she should head for the docks to poke around instead of going to look for a party at the Suede Bar... but how to get there? She could call a cab again, but she'd never hear the end of it from Harry if the word got out. Taking the limo to the docks didn't seem very stealthy. Eryn wished she had stuffed her costume into her handbag, but more than that she wished that the damn motorcycle was finished! She could use the Gauntlets and try her Antigravity Flight trick, but by the time she got to the docks she'd probably drain half of her Gauntlet's power. Would she need her powers? Flying through the sky in a gold minidress didn't seem like such a good idea, but that would probably get her there the fastest... maybe even ahead of Alexi.

There didn't seem to be anything more that she could do where she was, and she couldn't imagine what she would possibly say to Charles if he caught her hanging out in a dark room that just happened to be right next door to his secret meeting. Time to hit the road!

Eryn tiptoed out of the room as quietly as possibly, making sure not to let her high heels make a sound. She headed back down the hallway, reached the end and turned towards her right... she could see the door that led back out to the main room where the mingling crowd awaited just a few steps ahead.

"Eryn?"

Eryn jumped, startled by Charles's voice coming from behind her. She took a deep breath to control her breathing as her mind raced to make up a story. Thank God for improv classes! She turned and flashed him a dazzling smile and did her best to look embarrassed, casual and unsuspicious.

"Charles! Oh, thank God! I am sooooo lost! I was just looking for the ladies room... but there doesn't seem to be one back this way..."

Charles closed the distance between them before he spoke again.




SinisterMarauder

"You're right," he said, locking her arm in his and escorting her from the hallway, "They're across the way, and you can see from here that there's already a line. Let me get you a drink while we wait, I owe you an apology for having abandoned you so suddenly."

"Oh, don't trouble yourself, I wasn't offended," Eryn replied. She was happy that they were out amidst the crowd again, but she really wished he would let go of her arm.

"I insist!" he said, steering her over to the bar and asking the waiter with the cute smile to give her whatever she had drunk last. He still held her arm firmly, which she was beginning to find rather alarming. She briefly contemplated shoving him aside with a tiny blast from her Gauntlet, but she knew there was no way that would end well. Old Mr. Lanford may have been grateful that she had stopped a robbery at his building, but she doubted he would be as forgiving of her blasting away his son as he had been over her blasting away a few windows. Besides, Charles hadn't actually done anything to her that would warrant that behavior. Harry said no publicity was bad, but she had noticed that he definitely favored the good kind.

When the Cosmo arrived, Charles took a sip of it and then, looking her much too close in the face, commented on how excellent it tasted. Was he drunk? Or high? He then handed it to her and she downed it quickly, hoping that would satisfy him and he would let go of her arm. The moment she put the empty glass down, he excused himself to make a phone call. Hadn't he just bought her the drink to apologize for running out on her? Something was definitely wrong with that boy.

As soon as he stepped away, Eryn headed for the elevator. She was feeling a bit light-headed, probably too many Cosmos too close together without enough food in her belly, but she was usually better at handling her drinks than this. She was going to see if there was a kitchen downstairs that she could grab a quick snack from before she left, and then figure out how to get to the docks. She all but stumbled into the elevator, and could barely see straight enough to summon the bottom floor. Just before the doors closed, an arm poked between them. Charles walked in, all smiles.

"Going down?" he said cheerfully, "Me too."

"I thought you had a phone call?" Eryn replied, her tongue seemed really thick and heavy.

"I did, it's ok, they're on the way."

"Who's on the way?" Eryn replied, finding it difficult to maintain her balance.

"The men who are going to take you to my apartment."

Her vision was getting darker around the edges, and everything was so blurry she could barely make out anything. "I'm . . . not going to . . . your . . . apartment . . ." she sighed.

Charles placed his finger on her collar bone and gently pushed her over onto one of the plush leather couches. "You are now," he said with a grin.

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Eryn awoke groggily. Her mouth was dry and her eyes simply wouldn't clear. She'd had bad mornings before, but this was the worst yet. She got up and instinctively went to check her Gauntlets' power level... Only her Gauntlets weren't there! That snapped her awake instantly. She found herself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. Except for her heels, her clothes were gone and had been replaced by a gold-colored fetishy strap-set that left nothing to the imagination along with a pair of black thigh-high nylons. The windows in her room showed that she was very high up in a skyscraper. It was still night-time, she hadn't been out for long.

That little prick Charles must have drugged her! He probably guessed that she'd overheard his conversation with Alexi and, based on his behavior, she had no doubt that the two of them were up to no good. But why had the perverted little freak dressed her up like this! And why was it gold?! Oh, great, he was a freaky little fanboy... A filthy-stinking rich freaky little fanboy who's father probably owned half the city!

As her head cleared some more, she heard a voice coming from the other room. She could tell it was Charles, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. As she pressed her ear against the door, it suddenly swung open, and it was all she could do not to fall into Charles, who was standing on the other side. As she righted herself, she saw her clothes and her Gauntlets on a coffee table behind him.

"Wow, you're awake!" Charles said, advancing into the room and closing the door behind him, "I though you'd be out for at least another hour! Guess I'll just have to content myself with the pictures I've already taken." His eyes roved up and down her effectively naked body, "Still, I would like to conclude the evening properly."

(***** I'm going to give this one to you. If you want there to be a fight, it can go as well or as poorly for Glamour Girl as you like. I have no stats for Charles, so just do whatever you want. *****)

Image above: Glamour Girl Meets Charles Lanford by SinisterMarauder

 
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"You drugged me!... You shunn of a... ssson of a bishh..."

Eryn shook her head to try to clear the cobwebs. Her speech was slurred and the room was spinning again. She stumbled a little on her heels and Charles grasped her shoulders to keep her from falling.

"Oops! Maybe you're not that awake after all... How about you just lay back down and get comfortable."

The room spun violently and Eryn found herself on her back on the bed again. That actually helped a bit and the spinning turned into a slow rocking motion that made her feel seasick. This was not good. She just needed some time for the the fog to lift so that she could fight back and get to her Gauntlets. Taking deep breaths seemed to help a bit so she focused on her breathing.

Charles stood at the side of the bed unbuttoning his shirt. He made a show of watching her breasts heave as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. He slowly crawled into the bed on her right and curled up beside her casually. Eryn took a sharp, deep breath.... and suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs!

"SOMEBODY HELP MMMMPPPPHHHH!!! MMM!!!"

Charles slapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up, but as soon as he put his hands on her Eryn's adrenaline flared and she started to thrash violently. Eryn tried desperately to shake him off as she kicked while screaming into the palm of his hand. Her heart sank when she heard him laughing softly in her ear. Charles was completely unimpressed with her efforts.

"Hahaha... Keep squirming like that, baby... It just makes this more fun for me."

Eryn stopped fighting for a moment to conserve her strength, gasping and panting as she tried to draw air in through her nose. She glared up at Charles but he was looking down at her chest again. In the struggle one of the straps covering her left breast had snapped open, leaving her nipple exposed. Charles licked his lips and Eryn thrashed her head from side to side, pleading with her eyes for him to leave her alone. Charles had his legs thrown over hers to keep her pinned so that she couldn't thrash. His hands were occupied by keeping her arms restrained and her mouth covered, but he could still lean down and use his mouth on her breast.

Eryn stiffened and squealed as soon as she felt his tongue on her soft flesh. Panic flooded through her and she could barely think. This was really happening! He was going to take her... and there was nothing she could do to stop him! She tried to shake her torso to dislodge him, but that just made him moan appreciatively as her breasts swayed from side to side. He opened his mouth wide and sucked her entire nipple into his mouth, using a rhythmic suction to draw her deeper into the warmth of his mouth while his rough tongue lightly stroked the sensitive tip. She closed her eyes and fought to ignore the fact that it felt good... really, really good...

NOOO!!!

Eryn thrashed again, even more violently, and Charles unlatched his mouth from her breast. Her nipple responded to the cool rush of air and stood stiff.

"You liked that, didn't you? ...I can tell... In your head, you might find me disgusting, but your body doesn't care. It wants what it wants... it wants to be touched...."

Charles shifted his position so that he could pin her arms above her head with his left tricep and forearm while still keeping his hand over her mouth. This freed his right hand, which he used to squeeze her breast painfully. Eryn closed her eyes and told herself not to cry... not to lose it... to be ready to make a move...

His right hand glided over the straps of the strange gold outfit, working their way down towards her hips. Eryn was frozen like a deer in headlights. She realized that one of the straps ran down the middle of her stomach and wrapped between her legs... His hand was trailing slowly down that strap... the strap that went all the way down... all the way down... Her breathing quickened... Her toes curled involuntarily... She could feel her sex already anticipating his touch...

He was right! Oh, God, some part of her was EXCITED by all of this! Eryn wasn't just fighting Charles... she was fighting some kind of dark desire rising up from within herself! Where was this coming from?!?!! No, this was WRONG! She had to pull herself together!

Charles whispered in her ear: "I can be sensual... I can make sure you enjoy this.... or there can be pain.... it's really up to you.... I find that there is little difference between the two..."

Eryn slipped into the role of the submissive captive. She allowed her body to relax as she slowly exhaled... She watched him through half-lidded eyes, but he was attentively watching her body respond... His fingertips were inches below her navel...almost there... Her struggles ceased and Eryn sighed as she allowed her legs to part as if welcoming his touch... Charles's eyes went wide as he absorbed every detail of her reaction...

...but he failed to realize that spreading her legs provided Eryn with more leverage!

Eryn suddenly kicked off with her left leg and rolled her body weight towards him. Charles was surprised by the sudden maneuver and he could no longer keep her arms pinned, allowing her to yank them free. Eryn slashed at his face with her fingernails, forcing him to roll away from her even more. Eryn rolled with him and ended up on top of him as she continued to desperately claw at his face. Everything that she had learned in her self-defense classes was completely forgotten in the heat of the moment. She was just instinctively scratching, lashing and going for his eyes.

In the mad scramble, Charles somehow managed to get an arm free and drove his elbow into her stomach. Eryn gasped as the wind was knocked out of her. No one had ever actually hit her violently before... no one had ever tried to hurt her deliberately! The sudden pain took her completely by surprise. Charles used the opportunity shove her backwards towards the foot of the bed. From his prone position he managed to swing a kick that connected with Eryn's chin that sent her spinning and tumbling off the foot of the bed.

Eryn hit the floor hard. She was seeing white flashes of light at the periphery of her vision and her ears were ringing. The kick had busted her lip open and she could taste her own blood. She struggled to rise up on one knee, but her high-heeled shoe twisted painfully and sent her back down. She started clawing her way towards the door leading to the other room where she had seen her Gravity Gauntlets and dress.

Charles was laughing again as he nonchalantly stood up from the bed. Her ass was mostly exposed by the skimpy outfit and he admired its shape as Eryn desperately tried to crawl away from him.

"Hahahaha... Oh, you're fun! ...God, I haven't had one that fights like you in a looooong time! You actually cut me with those nails of yours... I think I might have to cut you back!"

Eryn pushed herself up and dove through the door leading into the next room. As the door swung open, Charles caught the flash of gold from her belongings on the coffee table in the other room and realized the potential danger.

"Oh, shit! No, you don't!"

Eryn heard the thundering of his footsteps as he ran towards her. Only a few lunges separated them as she threw herself into the coffee table, crashing into it and sending herself and her Gauntlets to the floor. Charles dove, landing on his stomach as he grabbed Eryn's ankle and tried to yank her towards him and away from the Gauntlets, but Eryn managed to snag one of her devices. She fumbled desperately with the locking straps as Charles gripped her black thigh-high nylons and pulled on them to haul her towards him. He grabbed the gold straps at her hips and twisted her body violently, rolling her over onto her back. Charles was crawling up her body, trying to get to her arms to pin her down again. She could feel his hot breath on her stomach as he panted and clawed his way up her torso and reached for her arms...

Eryn managed to loosen one of the locking straps just enough to slip her right forearm into the Gauntlet, but there wasn't time to power it up. Eryn swung the Gauntlet at the side of Charles's head with everything that she had left. The metal surface clanged against the side of Charles's head. At the moment of impact, his struggling slowed and his eyes crossed almost comically. Eryn swung the Gauntlet again and hit him a second time. This time Charles dropped like a rock, his head dropping face-first between her breasts as his body went completely limp and still.

Eryn allowed herself to flop onto her back as she gasped and panted, completely exhausted and still pinned down by the unconscious Charles, barely even noticing that his face was still buried in her cleavage and his body lay still between her legs.

She stared up at the ceiling in a state of shock. Blood from her split lip rolled down her chin as Eryn whispered over and over again:

"...I'm Glamour Girl... I'm Glamour Girl... I'm Glamour Girl..."





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Her phone rang... "Flight of the Valkyries." ...Harry.

Gathering enough presence of mind to reach for the phone, she struggled out from under Charles and pulled it to her, flipping it open.

"Kid, why the hell did Charles Lanford just answer your phone?"

"Harry," she began, working to keep her voice steady, but it wasn't easy, and she wasn't sure what to say after that.

" . . . Eryn, please tell me you're ok."

"I need you to come pick me up, Harry."

"Where are you?"

"I don't know."

"Can you get out?"

"I think so," she replied.

"Get your things, get outta there. Find a cab and go straight home, I'll be there waiting. Hurry."

Eryn closed her phone and tried to compose herself. She was Glamour Girl.

Shoving Charles off of her, she stripped out of the strap-suit and threw her clothes back on quickly. She strapped the Gauntlets onto her forearms securely, then turned and looked at her attacker. He'd done this sort of thing before. His family was rich. Even if she got him charged with sexual assault, he might get off and do it again. It was a long way down from here to the ground...

People fell out of buildings all the time....

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The first thing that Charles became aware of was a roaring in his ears that seemed to increase in volume. He was cold and he found it difficult to breath. It was as if every single inch of his entire being was being squeezed in a tight grip. His left temple throbbed and pain flooded in along with his returning awareness. He cracked open his eyes and saw darkness and tiny points of light that seemed very distant…
…very, VERY distant…
As his vision swam into focus, Charles realized that he was being suspended upside down OUTSIDE of a skyscraper! Cars crawled by like glowing ants in the streets that were dozens of stories below.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
Glamour Girl smiled at the satisfying sound of that scream.
She stood on the precipice of the window that she had shattered with a gravity pulse from her Gauntlets.  She stood menacingly still, holding one arm out projecting a gravity bubble that surrounded Charles and held him hovering in place far above the city streets below.
Her voice was flat and emotionless:”You’ve done this before…”
Charles stopped screaming as the gravity bubble slowly rotated enough so that he could see Glamour Girl holding him aloft.
“Oh, please… dear god NO… I’m so sorry!”
“SHUT UP!”
Eryn tightened her fist and the gravity bubble’s field intensity increased, squeezing Charles tightly enough to compress his rib cage painfully and render him unable to speak.
“You think I don’t know your type?!?!?  You’re so insanely rich that you have EVERYTHING that you need and then some… but it’s human nature to want what you can’t have… so you go hunting for the unobtainable...  Some of you sick predators go after innocent creatures like Cecile the Lion… but you… YOU HUNT WOMEN!!!”
Eryn released her grip, but only because she wanted to hear him beg.
“OH GOD!!! AAAGGH!! I’M SORRY! PLEEEEEASE!!!!”
Eryn stood calmly, completely dispassionate.
“You’re a sick dog, Charles… Sick dogs need to be put down… If I have you arrested, I’m sure your daddy will have you released before you know it… and you’ll go right back to hunting… I can’t have that Charles… I won’t allow it…”
“OH GOD!!!! I WON’T!!!! I WON’T!!! OH GOD, I SWEAR!!!”
“It’s too late, Charles… how can I believe you? You’d say anything to save your sorry ass now… but it’s far too late… I’m your last victim, Charles...“
She thought that might break him, but the opposite occurred. Eryn watched as the panic faded from his eyes. He seemed to suddenly tap into an unexpected well of resolve... or was it madness? He locked eyes with Eryn and stared at her with an intensity that burned into her soul.
Charles spat: “VICTIM?!?!? YOU'RE NO VICTIM! …YOU LIKED IT!!!”
Eryn’s determination faltered. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing! Did this lunatic not realize that she could kill him with a flick of her wrists?
“I FELT YOU TREMBLING!! …IT GOT YOU HOT, DIDN’T IT “GLAMOUR GIRL”?!?!? … IN FACT YOU’RE STILL WET, AREN’T YOU?!?!? …YOU THINK YOU’RE ANY BETTER THAN ME?!?!? …YOU AND I ARE THE SAME!!! …WHEN YOU GET TO THIS LEVEL… OUR LEVEL… WHEN YOU HAVE EVERYTHING AND STILL YOU HAVE THAT EMPTY VOID IN YOUR CHEST THAT NEVER GOES AWAY… IT TAKES SOMETHING EXTREME TO MAKE YOU FEEL AGAIN!!! …THAT’S WHY YOU WEAR THAT COSTUME, ISN’T IT ERYN?!?!?... ADMIT IT… YOU WERE BORED AT THAT PARTY AND I RESCUED YOU FROM THAT BOREDOM!!!”
What... what was he saying? That was insane… wasn’t it?

“You… you’re wrong… I… I’m not…”

Her voice was barely a whisper. Eryn’s arm was trembling and her head was spinning. She actually had to concentrate to keep from dropping him. She was originally hoping to just scare him into confessing to the police, and into telling her where he kept the photos that he claimed to have taken… but this was spiraling way out of control. Why couldn’t she just dismiss what he was saying? Could it be true? Had she become some kind of sick thrill-seeker without even realizing it? Was she as crazy as he was?

“ADMIT IT, ERYN! YOU LIKED IT!! YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME!!!!”

“…no… I’m… I’m… Glamour Girl…”

What did that even mean? Who was Glamour Girl? Why did she really decide to put on the costume? Eryn wasn't the one who put that fire out at the Children’s Hospital. She just took credit for it. Why had she accepted the Gauntlets in the first place? What was she really trying to do here? 
 
Eryn’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard an electronic chime behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a group of large men in suits filing out of the elevator with guns drawn as the elevator doors slid open. Someone must have heard the racket when she blew out the window and called security.

She couldn’t be seen like this… not like this!!

Eryn yanked on the gravity field that held Charles aloft and jerked him back into the building with enough momentum and force to send him crashing into the wall. He slumped to the floor and didn’t get up. Before she could be spotted by the security detail, Eryn leaped out of the window and dove for the streets below.

Tears streamed down her face… Charles had gotten into her head… she had no proof that he assaulted her… and that bastard still had the incriminating photos…

Eryn wanted to get to Harry…. she just wanted him to take her home so that she could cry and shower for days…

But what about Sunglow?... She had to be warned… or possibly rescued!

It all had something to do with whatever was going on down at the docks… that’s where she would find answers… that’s where Glamour Girl was most needed...

As much as Eryn wanted it to be, this night was far from over...


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