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Chapter 3 by DarkDeeds DarkDeeds

Who dares to challenges you?

The Old Queen Returns

Today I wasn’t met with the usual praise and worship of the paparazzi as I made my glorious entrance backstage. I stomped around backstage looking for the reason why I wasn’t met with the praise I deserve until I came across my answer. A sea of competitors, photographers, and journalists were caught in the orbit of a magnificent woman. I was flabbergasted by her beauty, a flawless complexion, her elegant demeanor, bright golden radiant hair, and she wore a dazzling dress that teased sexy secrets all desired to know.

However this was not just a beautiful woman as that was not uncommon for the sfl. She had a legacy that commanded respect. She was the last undefeated and indisputed queen before me, Vanity the Invincible. She quit leaving the crown up for grabs which I grabbed oh so quickly. One of the few people I actually respected.

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Her frosty eyes moved from one of the journalists who was desperately writing notes to mine. I stood almost slack jawed while a pearly smile seperated her lips. “Ah, you finally arrived!” She said in her illustrious tone.

A brief smile crossed my face before I nervously blurted my answer, “Oh my goodness you’re Vanity, OMG! I finally get to meet you this is the best day ever!” a mixture of pride and embarrassment flowed through me. Even though I was the queen I was coming off like some nerdy little fan girl but surely Vanity wouldn’t care. I was the new queen Vixen and I’m sure she would repect me as an equal! I held out my hand for a shake hoping to get a good photo with her in front of this audience.

“Strip for me” Vanity demanded as she slapped my hand away. The audience gasped while some even laughed and applauded most likely jealous haters of mine. I didn’t notice any of them as my heart had seemed to stop, shock decorated my face as I stood with my eyes locked with Vanity’s.

“Excuse me?” I inquired quietly as betrayal rattled my voice.

“Strip for me!” My Idol reiterated louder, “and return to me the crown! I am the rightful ruler of course, and failure to return it to me now will result in dire consequences.” Vanity spoke to me sharply and refined as if she was lecturing a naughty child. My cheeks went bright red at her insufferably arrogant attitude while the crowd around us Oooed at the turn of events.

Will you strip for Vanity

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