This is a work of fiction so don’t take it otherwise.
She seemed as if a Goddess descending from the Rainbow stairs of heaven, as if Zeus himself made her and her hair were like rays coming out from morning Sun bright and blond. Her skin was soft and seemed like the sweet bread of a fresh loaf straight from the oven. As she approached the counter at Jimmy Choo showroom, donning her Chanel and smelling as if covered with the drops of Imperial Majesty. “This looks so dope pack it up bitch” she yelled, all hung-over from yesterday night more like today morning, at the counter girl.
Paris is a true party girl and sort of different, see after her “secret” movie released she was disturbed and badly affected but she tried to cope up with it and the hotel heiress started to look for new BFF’s on ET!, to fill her lonely life, because even sluts oops girls like Paris can be lonely sometime. Anyways after her recent break-up she went partying hard with her girlfriends spending her easy-earned cash Mojito’s and screw-driver’s.
When she woke up the next day she had like 20 bags from different stores on the hills road. As she woke up the sun was high above her head but this was nothing new to our little spoilt brat. She hunted for a mug of hot de-cafe and started texting her bitches. Tonight they were supposed to attend a fashion show and attend an after party by the famous Helena Swan (a swan) the designer’s friend.
This was just after she had ended shooting her show ‘My New BFF’ and had selected her new BFF (Bitches and Fuckwits forever). So she had to attend as her TRP’s and popularity has been plunging since there had been no tape releases I mean music-tape release and her publicist promised that this was going to be a gold mine for her, as her other F Lady HAHA was also attending the party and after her new album release she was topping the charts.
Let’s skip to the party because our little Paris parties hard and that’s when she shows her true colors. Everyone from the entertainment industry was present, as it was Helena’s party, and it was a strict no-no by all the publicists to miss her party, there’s generally a very long list of contenders to attend the party. The tier-2 fame jockey’s even have to apply for the position to attend the party but the invitation always come with a plus one, so some people are just lucky.
As Paris strode through the Aztec style party wearing her flip-flops by Jimmy-Choo, diamond studded and lined with gold, her hairs shining from the flood lights on the ceiling, she walked past the frog prince and his personality struck her as if she was being gagged by the actor in the secret-movie she made. Anyways, as the prince was surrounded by his fans she admired his choice of suits, Tom Ford’s silk three piece blue suit, hiding the marks from the boils on the back recently removed by the latest laser surgery.
She made her way through the crowd towards the prince. This was the first time she was going to meet the much famous prince but the only problem was that he was a frog, so no human girl would possibly like him, but as I said our little Paris was always different. But behold me’ readers she was not attracted towards the prince “not-so-charming” but the wealth he was heir to.
The prince after watching the movie had a secret admiration for Paris’s skills and wanted to get her in the sack. He even thought that he can use the Playbook trick by Barney but that would be too cliché. As he caught the glance of Paris approaching him, he thought that this was his night; this was his only chance to get what he had been imagining while using all the tissue boxes in the palace.
“You know I was not always this ugly. I was cursed by a bitch because I slept with her former best friend, that, I will turn into a frog. But, as I explained it happened when we were on a break she said that I will turn back into the charming young man as soon as I let the most beautiful girl I think is, does it with me.” Paris was shocked as the prince came clear to her, as he drove his Ferrari to drop off the flop-queen to her palace. She had admiration in her eyes as she checked out the prince from up and down. She thought “It would be great if this guy turns into the sexiest guy, even if it brings cooties in her.”
As they made their way to her bedroom frantically kissing and knocking off anything that falls in their way, they started removing their clothes. As they reached their bedroom she had already started reaching for the real stuff. Well, skipping what actually happened as this being not an erotica, she woke up in the morning hung up and all alone. It was as you can imagine 12 o’clock, sharp. As she reached for her usual coffee and the copy of Herald Express “E” section her jaw fell wide open looking at her intimate and not-so-subtle pictures from last night with the prince. She checked her voicemail, her publicist had left her several messages, and she quickly turned on CNN and saw her intimate pictures brutally flying off the screen, then suddenly the prince still ugly and covered with blisters, came on, accepting the allegiance that these pictures were real but was unaware of them being taken.
The truth was, as soon as they had stepped out to leave, he had texted his camera man to wait at the Hilton villa with a DSLR and a HD cam to capture his dream coming true and a stunt that he can later pull off to get back at her father because of which his father had lost billions in VEGAS casinos. But, this was something hidden from the world well below the slimy thick layers of his skin.
She checked her voicemail and her publicists have left her around 20 messages she immediately dialed his number and a bright, gay voice replied. She was amazed at his tone and shouted that this was not her fucking problem that every boy she wants to sleep with tries to tape her. But her publicist corrected her that since the release the TRP’s has risen enormously in just 12 hours and that 10 more producers wanted to sign up with her and is already in line for topping the celebrity charts.
She hung up on him disappointed and went to take a bath but then the thought crossed her mind that what could have been revealed was already revealed and this was less worse as she had no image to get tainted, rather she had earned some more fans sending her letters from prison in their own blood ’she believes’. So she shed her robe and her idea of this being a setback and hummed a tone for a new song for her album which she will be releasing before the heat from last 24 hours dies off.
The frog prince on the other end of the Beverley Hills, laid on his bed already exhausted, after using the tissue box in the bathroom watching the news channel, thought that his birthday wishes were finally getting fulfilled. To bed a celebrity slut and release a controversial tape were already true and this gave a substantial thrust to his future dream of becoming a socialite cum celebrity and then run for Senate elections and hopefully one day the Governor of the “California Ponds United”.
And, so everybody lived Happily ever after.