Cinderella's Prince

by Stacy-Deanne

  She shut her eyes, relaxing in his touch.

  “I swear on my life I’d never do anything like that to you.”

  She licked water off her mouth. “Do you want children?”

  “With you?” He kissed her. “More than anything.” He applied more soap to the sponge and squeezed the lather over her nipples. “You like that?”

  “Yes.” Her clit vibrated from anticipation of having Hugh on his knees, pleasing her with his soft mouth. “Rub them.”

  “Like this?” He moved the tip of his fingers back and forth across her nipple.

  “Uh-huh. Oh, God. I’ve never been with a man who felt so good even when he wasn’t inside me.”

  “I could be inside you.” He positioned the showerhead, rinsing her nipples.

  “Oh. Lower the showerhead, please.”

  He aimed the water at her pussy, laughing.

  She stroked the inside of her thighs as the water from the showerhead urged her to orgasm.

  “Come for me, Gabrielle.” He circled his hand around his dick, leaving it white with lather. “You like that water on your pussy?”

  “Yes.” She propped her foot on the glass, shower door, allowing the water full access.

  “That’s it.” Hugh jerked himself. “I’ve never seen something so sexy. “Stick your fingers inside. I wanna watch you fuck yourself.”

  Gabrielle fondled her clit.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Exciting.” She chuckled, water slapping her pussy. “Like being fucked while hanging from the door of a helicopter that’s raging through the sky.”

  He laughed. “That sure as hell would make a damn good movie scene.”

  With her eyes closed, she moved her hand swift, maneuvering her pussy to orgasm. “Oh, yes.” She gyrated, sucking water off her lip. “I’m coming.”

  “Come for me,” Hugh whispered.

  Shit, she’d forgotten his ass was even in the room.

  She leaned down, stroking herself. “Oh.”

  “Come on, Gabrielle.”

  She fell back on the tile, panting as if she’d run a marathon.

  “Jesus.” Hugh stared at her, loosening the hold of his dick. “That was so beautiful. Are you ready for the show?”

  She guffawed. “I’m ready for just about anything right now.”

  ****

  After the 350-pound, flamboyant Corey Smith got through with his daily routine of slamming celebrities and spreading gossip, he introduced Gabrielle, Hugh, and Dash to his audience of crazed, celebrity-obsessed fans.

  The three sat on the set in pumpkin-orange chairs, as Gabrielle’s head pounded.

  “Are you all right?” Hugh sat beside her.

  She patted the thick, loose waves of her hair. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

  Corey danced, getting the crowd hype.

  “Hugh, we love you,” a woman yelled from the audience.

  He snickered, inciting Gabrielle’s jealous.

  “Dash!” A group of women jumped up in the far back.

  Dash smiled and waved, but seemed as anxious as Gabrielle was.

  Hugh stood, blowing kisses and teasing the women.

  A woman jumped up and lifted her shirt, flashing her beige bra. “Dash, this is for you!”

  Gabrielle dropped her head, covering her eyes. “God.”

  Hugh laughed while Dash looked as if he wanted to sit under the chair.

  “Hold on honey this is my show.” Corey snapped his fingers in the woman’s face. “No wants to see your sagging ta-tas, honey.”

  The audience laughed.

  “Goodness, the animals are out the cage today.” Corey fanned. “Okay, let’s get started, shall we?”

  “Ow!” A man howled in the third row. “Gabrielle, I love you, baby!”

  Hugh watched her with the side-eye.

  “What?” She chuckled. “I didn’t say anything when you were blowing kisses to the ladies.”

  He huffed, rolling his eyes.

  “Dash!” More Dash fans jumped around as if they were on crack.

  “Shut up, now.” Corey flicked his hand at the audience. “Don’t you wanna talk to them?”

  “Yes,” the audience yelled.

  A redheaded woman in the front row waved. “I love your movies, Hugh.”

  “Can I be in your next movie?” A busty blonde woman jiggled her assets.

  Hugh did that “pretending-not-to-recognize-a-woman-flirting-but-I-want-you-to-keep-doing-it” laugh men did.

  “Can we please get started?” Corey laughed. “Let’s talk about the movie and how all this came about—”

  “Hugh!” A woman threw a pair of white panties at him.

  “Whoa.” Hugh glanced at the drawers at his feet.

  Gabrielle nudged him. “Touch those and you’ll never get mine again.”

  “Now wait a minute here.” Corey stuck his nose in the air. “What heifer threw her drawers?” He kicked them off stage. “This isn’t that kind of show.” He patted the thick bangs of his platinum-blond boy cut. “I’m lying.”

  The audience went wild.

  Corey sat in the chair beside Gabrielle. “So, how are you all doing today?”

  “Fine.” Hugh nodded. “Thanks for having us, Corey.”

  “The pleasure was all mine, Hugh.” Corey flirted. “We all want to know about Fatal Honor.”

  The audience cheered.

  “Now, Hugh you’re known for directing some of this decade’s hottest action blockbusters. Terminal Attraction is one of my favorite movies ever.” Corey bounced in the seat. “I don’t know what was hotter in that movie, the action scenes or the loving.”

  The audience roared.

  Hugh laughed. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

  “How in the world do you come up with such a great blend of action and romance?”

  “I draw from personal experience.” Hugh winked at the audience and they whistled in response. “I like my movies like I like my women, explosive, sexy, and dangerous.” He smirked at Gabrielle.

  “Whoa.” Corey tapped his forehead. “It’s getting so hot in here I’m about to explode. What’s it like to get the chance to direct an Ian Delfino film?”

  “It’s the chance of a lifetime.” Hugh pulled at his black slacks. “I’ve been a fan of Ian’s movies since I was a kid and it’s exciting to bring our visions together.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  “The film’s sure to be a hit,” Corey said. “Seems like everything you touch is magic, Hugh. Gabrielle, are you excited about starring in your first major film role?”

  “Love you,” a man shouted at her.

  “How can I not be excited?” Gabrielle waved at the man. “I’m a big fan of Hugh’s movies, so it’s amazing to be in one. It feels like it isn’t real.”

  “We all know you’re famous for looking good,” Corey said. “And, you don’t disappoint. Doesn’t this woman look fabulous, guys?”

  The audience exploded.

  “Gabrielle, you mind sharing about the film and the characters?”

  “Certainly.” She smiled. “The film is about a CIA agent who is tricked by his ex-friend turned assassin into stealing a microchip.”

  “Wow.” Corey whistled. “Who do you and Dash play?”

  “I play Lorna, the rogue government spy who has been hired to get the microchip from Rex played by Dash. Rex refuses to give the microchip to Lorna once he realizes how valuable it is. Throughout the movie we go through seductive cat and mouse games and sparks fly along with bombs going off and exploding buildings.”

  “Woo,” the audience replied.

  “There’s a scene where Rex has to fight the ex-friend on top of a flying plane,” Gabrielle said. “Just reading it in the script blew me away so I can’t wait to see how Hugh pulls it off during filming.”

  Hugh grinned.

  “That sounds fantastic.” Corey tapped Gabrielle’s hand. “Do you find acting harder than modeling?”

  Gabrielle crossed h
er legs. “It’s all about being comfortable in front of the camera.”

  “She’s got that covered.” Hugh smiled.

  “Acting is harder because this is new territory for me, and I respect the profession,” Gabrielle said. “I had no idea all it took to make a movie until this opportunity.”

  “We wanna know about the sex scenes, don’t we?” Corey instigated the audience’s craziness. “How about those sex scenes, Gabrielle?”

  “There will be sex.” She cleared her throat as the audience whistled. “It’s definitely steamy.”

  Hugh smirked.

  “It’s hard enough doing a sex scene,” Corey said. “How do you prepare for that as a first time actress?”

  “Hugh has been patient with me.” Gabrielle smiled.

  Corey mumbled, “I bet he has.”

  The audience hooted.

  “Corey.” Hugh pointed at him, grinning. “Stop being bad.”

  “Oh, honey you ain’t seen bad yet.” He guffawed. “Stay on this stage long enough and you’ll see bad. What about those sex scenes, Gabrielle?”

  “It’ll be different to experience, but Hugh and Ian have done all they can to make me comfortable. They’ve gotten me coaches and I’m doing exercises—”

  “Sex exercises?” Corey mocked.

  The audience chanted Corey’s name.

  “Really there isn’t anything sexy about filming a sex scene.” Gabrielle shrugged. “The trick is making it appear sexy even though it’s awkward. When you do a sex scene, there are tons of people around watching. It’s scary when you think about it.”

  “Dash, this isn’t your first movie by a long shot,” Corey said. “You’re not one to shy away from a hot sex scene.”

  Women hollered.

  “As a seasoned actor and Hollywood’s biggest heartthrob, do you find sex scenes awkward?”

  Dash threw a seductive glance at the audience. “No.”

  They whistled and laughed.

  “I’m kidding.” He grinned. “Gabrielle’s right. It’s hard to make something appear sexy when you got men with cameras starring up your butt.” He pulled at his ear. “But, the result is always worth it. Plus, it helps to be attracted to your co-star and being with a woman as beautiful as Gabrielle makes it much, much easier.”

  “Ooh,” the audience teased.

  Gabrielle dropped her head, smirking. “Thanks Dash for making me more uncomfortable.”

  The audience laughed.

  “How’s it working with HuMac, Dash?” Corey crossed his legs. “Is he as hard to handle as people say?”

  “I can handle him,” the busty blonde with the shaky tits, shouted.

  Gabrielle glared at her.

  “HuMac is a character,” Dash said. “He’s an alpha male, and I’m an alpha male so you know how that goes. We butt heads and will continue to, but I respect him. I love his movies, and I’m excited to work with him.”

  Hugh smiled. “Appreciate that, man. Glad to have you on board.”

  “Gabrielle?” Corey raised an eyebrow. “What’s it like working with Hugh so far?”

  “What can I say? I see why he is so successful. He knows how to make a film come alive.” She looked at him.

  “Well.” Corey looked at the audience. “I guess it’s easy to work for a director so attractive. Or is it?”

  “Oh,” the audience taunted.

  “I couldn’t have asked for anyone better for the part of Lorna than Gabrielle,” Hugh said. “She’s brought such life to the project already. She’s going to do a great job and you guys are gonna be impressed by her when the movie comes out.”

  Corey smiled. “Gabrielle, does that makes you feel good to hear Hugh say that?”

  “Yes, it does.” Her cheeks got hot.

  “Let’s stop playing around here.” Corey jumped up, snapping fingers. “The media are a buzz with you two. Hugh, you and Sierra Delfino broke up and within days, you were with Gabrielle. We want you to spill the tea. Don’t we, guys?”

  “Spill the tea,” the audience shouted, jumping. “Spill the tea! Spill the tea!”

  “Why did you and Sierra break up?” Corey asked Hugh. “People have speculated, but no one knows the truth.”

  “It was mutual.” He smiled, emoting confidence. “Sierra and I are still cool with each other.”

  “Hm.” Corey squinted. “Would the breakup have anything to do with Sierra’s shenanigans?”

  “What shenanigans?” Hugh asked.

  “We heard she had a run in with a reporter at Ian’s birthday bash? Is this true?”

  “No,” Dash said. “One of the reporters was being a jerk to her, but she didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “Hm.” Corey tapped his chin. “We all know how Sierra is, don’t we?”

  “Yes,” the audience shouted.

  “The girl can’t stay out of trouble to save her life.” Corey stepped back, twisting. “So sad. How do you go from being the hottest actress to well...her?”

  The audience laughed.

  “It should be a crime.” Corey mocked. “If you looked up the word pathetic in the dictionary, Sierra’s face would be right there.”

  “Hey,” Dash said. “That’s uncalled for, Corey.”

  A low “ooh” traveled amongst the audience.

  “Uncalled for?” Corey asked. “I don’t think so. Everything that’s come to Sierra’s way, she deserves. How many DUIs have to fall on your head before you get your life straight?”

  “She’s gotten her life straight.” Venom rose in Dash’s voice. “She completed rehab and is sober.”

  “So she says.” Corey rolled his eyes. “But, how many times has Sierra been in and out of rehab? I’d have to use everyone’s fingers in here to count.”

  The audience laughed.

  “That’s not fair,” Dash responded. “Sierra has a sickness. Alcoholism isn’t anything to make fun of.”

  “Oh, boo hoo.” Corey batted his eyes. “I’m supposed to feel sorry for Sierra who has more money than most in the world will ever see because she can’t stay off the bottle?”

  “Sierra isn’t the only one up here who can’t stay off the bottle,” Dash said. “Heard you popped pills back in the day, Corey.”

  The audience jumped up, roaring.

  “Hey, I never hid it.” Corey walked around, neck wiggling. “I popped pills in the nineties, but I wasn’t acting a fool like Sierra.”

  “Didn’t you invite us here to talk about Fatal Honor?” Dash asked.

  “Who peed in your cereal, Dash?” Corey walked into the audience.

  “Dash is right,” Gabrielle said. “Sierra’s not here to defend herself.”

  “When you had Sierra on the show you were kissing her feet,” Dash said. “Now you’re dissing her?”

  “Okay, I’ll leave Sierra alone for now.” Corey displayed a devious smile. “You seeing anyone, Dash? Oh, I forgot you don’t like the media in your business.”

  The audience booed.

  “Hugh, and Gabrielle, is it fair to say you’re a couple?”

  “It’s fair to say.” Hugh kissed her hand.

  “Awe,” the audience cooed.

  “Thought you don’t date the women you work with during filming,” Corey said.

  “What can I say?” Hugh shrugged. “Rules are made to be broken.”

  “That’s right, Hugh,” a man screamed. “Fine as she is I’d break that rule too!”

  The audience cackled.

  “Gabrielle, I love you!” A young, light-skinned black man with shoulder-length dreads and faded blue jeans, stood up with roses.

  “I saw this guy in the parking lot.” Corey walked toward the man in the fifth row. “He says he’s your biggest fan. State your name, sir.”

  “Oh my god.” He giggled. “Gabrielle, I love you so much. My name’s Lou.”

  “Lou,” the audience mimicked.

  “He’s a fox isn’t he, girls?” Corey asked, and the women whistled. “Lou, you told my producer you have a
special request?”

  “Yes.” He wiggled his shoulders, standing erect. “I love you, Gabrielle.”

  “How many times he’s gonna say that?” Hugh mumbled.

  Gabrielle nudged him, enjoying his jealousy.

  Lou waved the roses. “Eh, my request is if I could give you these roses and have a hug?”

  Hugh sat up, tapping his foot.

  The audience whooped.

  “Well.” Corey stuck out his fat neck. “I don’t know if we should allow it. Should I trust him, audience?”

  “Yes,” the audience screamed.

  Corey pointed to Gabrielle. “Gabrielle, are you willing to make this young man’s dreams come true?”

  “I’m very flattered, Lou. I appreciate all my fans.”

  Corey dipped his head, batting his eyes. “But can he have the hug?”

  “Sure.” She shrugged.

  Hugh glared at her.

  “Oh my god.” Lou hopped in place. “I can’t believe this.”

  The audience chanted Lou’s name as he ran to the stage.

  “Okay, hold on baby boy.” Corey pulled Lou back when he got to Gabrielle.

  Two security guards approached the stage.

  “Now you’re gonna just hug her right?” Corey asked Lou.

  “Yeah...yeah.” Lou perspired, rocking.

  Gabrielle stood. “Hi, Lou.”

  “God.” He wobbled, eyes glazing over. “I love you so much, Gabrielle.” He put his arms around her, dipped her, and planted his big wet lips over hers.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  “What the hell you doing, man?” Hugh grabbed Lou, raising a fist. “That’s my lady!”

  Security got Lou and escorted him off the stage before Hugh hit him.

  The audience jumped up, barking.

  “What the hell?” Hugh straightened his shirt, gawking at Gabrielle.

  “Jesus.” Gabrielle sat, fanning.

  “Oh, my.” Corey ran across the stage. “And we’ll be right back after this commercial break. Don’t go anywhere, America.” He pointed to the camera, and the director cut to the commercials. “Uh, is everything okay?”