It had been fortunate, that we had gotten our adjoining rooms when we did.
They were not the most expensive, yet would soon be in great demand, as the hotel would fill up. A certain fair skinned, lovely celebrity, was going to be holding a party event there.
The same weekend, I was meeting, and getting to know the Irish Princess.
Gillian, was a very interesting lady. She was very beautiful, had a wonderful figure. While not taking herself to seriously. Gillian could be very goofy, and fun loving at times.
Yet she still managed to get herself into trouble, and catfights as well. As registered guests, we had been given an invite, to the happening. As part of it was to promote, the hotel chain.
I was not sure we had brought the right type of outfits, for such an event. As most of what we had, was casual, and for relaxing.
I knock at the seperating door, hearing the noise from Gillian's room. "Yeahhhh enter the princesses palace!!" She calls out.
Hoping that meant she was decent. While having to admit, not against seeing more of this lovely lady, than usual. I open the door, and head into her quarters.
Gillian sitting on her bed, dressed in a clingy red halter top. That let me admire her womanly curves. A pleasing amount of creamy skinned cleavage showing. Along with a pair of jean shorts, that showed some nice legs, very well.
"Hey Stormy, just watching a classic." She says, eyes going back to her open laptop.
The wizard of oz streaming on it.
Gillian smiles, as she quickly rises to her feet.
"Can you imagine swirling around in a twister?" She asks. Just before she gets her time to be fun loving, grin on her face.
Gillian tilting her head to the side. While placing her arms out a bit, before starting to twirl around.
"Look auntie em, the twisters got me!!" She says, twirling, and giggling.
Just before she stumbles, losing her balance, and falling into me. I manage to catch her, before she topples fully to the floor. Gillian giggling, and pressed against me. Head tilting up, as her soft brown eyes smile back at me. Her dark hair mussed.
"Thanks for the save Stormy, I swear I get into so many catfights." "When I manage to bump into people." She says, as I enjoy the moment, of holding a beautiful lady in my arms.
"So what's going on, you want to watch the movie with me?" She asks, separating, once she fully had her balance again.
"You wearing that to the party?" I ask, realizing she had lost track of time.
"Oh my god... what time is it?" She asks, as she begins to panic. "You can't have a party, with out the Irish Princess!!" She exclaims.
Gillian about to start becoming frantic, until I calm her. Letting her know, she still had some time. I had just wanted to see if she needed anything, before getting ready myself.
"Ok I can sooooooooooo do this." "Thanks Stormy, your a prince." She says, before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Ummmmm now you need to go... princess going to be naked soon!!" She informs, while trying to shoo me back to me room.
Gillian had a very fine, hot body. I tried to stop it, yet could not help, mentally picturing her with less on.
My blush, telling her just that. "Why Stormy, are you undressing your princess with your eyes." "Before she gets this sexy bod, all wet and soapy?" She asks teasing.
Gillian knowing she had caught him, as well as the fact. Even while being a gentleman. He definately liked what he was seeing.
"I'll let you know when I'm ready to be escorted." She finishes, before a hug, and closing the middle door between them. Time goes by, as he waits on her to get finished.
Then a knock at the door. "You may now view your Irish Princess, ready for the ball." She states.
I open the door, walking in, to find Gillian simply breath taking.
She raises her hands up out by her sides. Tilting her head, giving a grin.
Her dark hair, straighter, framing her pretty face wonderfully. Hair hanging just past shoulder length.
Her dress was spaghetti strapped, a very generous dip, and cleavage reveal in the front. Helping me to see, by the gentle inner swells. Of her upper breasts visible, even more now. The Irish Princess had even more firm bust, than I had figured before.
Also, her dress stopped well above her knees. Showing of her nice long legs very well.
A pair of spike heeled black pumps on her feet.
"Tahhh dahhhhhh you likea your princesses look?" She asks.
I did not know who if anyone would be in attendance that was well known. Yet as far as I was concerned. They may look as good. Still, none would look any better. Than Gillian did right now.
I smile, letting her know, how fine she looked. Then we were off to the indoor event.
As guests we had invites to the large main ball room. Yet not part of the VIP list, for the smaller adjoining one. That would likely have celebs roaming.
While we were together, just hanging out. Gillian was fun, silly at times, and just herself.
Now her eyes kept darting to the side entrance to the other room. Inside the main one. Music played, people began filling in. Roaming the lines of snacks and drinks.
"C'mon Stormy, I'm not missing this!!" Gillian says softly, before grabbing my hand. Gillian hurrying us towards the other entry. Slowing, and walking almost regally, before we get close enough to the person checking vip invites.
Gillian smiling her best, when asked for hers. Giving her name, listing me as escort, and plus one.
The man glancing through the guest list. Before apologizing, stating he could not find her.
I was ready to retreat, plan foiled.
When Gillian began going full tilt, into her Irish Princess Persona.
"How dare you??" "You even know who your talking to?" "I'm the Irish Princess Gillian!!"
"No party is complete without the Irish Princess!!" She begins, waving her arms around, being more dramatic as she speaks.
"My personal friend Paris invites me, to grace her party, and YOU screw it up??!!" She states, as heads turn our way, eyes watch, as he begins to fidget and get nervous.
"I came to see my friend and her sweet little." Gillian giving the name of Paris latest toy chihuahua or pet.
Security taking interest fully now, slowly moving our way.
The man playing the part of Maitre'D for the event waving them off subtly.
"Forgive me, please go right in." "I will inform mizz Hilton when she arrives." He states, letting her yank my arm, and rush on in.
"See Stormy we have arrived!!" Gillian informs me, as we enter the restricted party area.
Gillian's brown eyes widening, as she takes it in. A small area set up, with a large harp, and classical instruments, for soft music. Later the main room, would have a band rocking things out.
A serving line, with much more pricey and upper class delacacies.
Not to mention, the fountain, that was bubbling, with something not quite water.
Someone else dipping a glass into the lower containing area of the fountain.
"Nooo friggin way!!" Gillian says softly, before heading towards it. Nearby several stacks of champagne glasses. Some fluted, while others the more goblet style. Both sides having flutes, then goblet, before more flutes. Giving it a display look.
Several unopened bottles of champagne also decorating the nearby tables.
Gillian giggling, as she grabs a glass, and dips it into the flowing champagne, of the fountain.
"Here's to the princess life!!" She says, before taking a large gulp.
"Who is she, and where is she?" I hear a displeased woman's voice asking rather loudly, from by the entryway.
Gillian putting her already empty glass down, before doing her patented princess twirl. "Ohhh yeahhh think I'm going swimming in champagne baby!!" She informs me giggling.
Someone heading our way, with a small entourage, as Irish Princess, picks up a bottle of champagne. Shaking it as she spins. "Need to add more, to make up for what I drank." She let's me know.
Pausing, while completely facing the wrong way. Before uncorking it with a pop, and spraying it over the very attractive, slender blonde before us.
Paris Hilton, was wearing a very slinky, silvery grey dress. It was satiny looking, with a satiny maroon belt, across her slender midsection.
Spaghetti strapped, the top, triangled sections, over the mounds of her firm breasts. The bottom billowing out slightly, and down to her calves.
Not to mention, now slightly champagne sodden, and becoming slightly transparent.
Fortunately an aid, was holding her pet du juor, so it had escaped Paris wetting and fate.
"Oooppsss... my bad, here let me get you a fresh one." Gillian says, setting the bottle down, before re-dipping her glass into the fountain. As I begin to realize, downing it so fast. It was already having an effect on my lovely Irish princess.
"Mmmmmmm this is yummy." She says, gulping some fresh champagne, before offering the glass to Paris. Who was still standing stunned watching this crazy woman at her party.
"Excuuuuuuse me, who the hell are you bitch?" "Do you see what you've done to my custom made dress?" Paris asks, hand moving to help draw attention, to the champagne sprayed dress.
"Woahhhhh sweetie, no one talks to the Irish princess that way!!" Gillian replies, one hand moving to a disrespectful, talk to the hand placement.
"Besides, I'll let you pick something decent, from my closet to replace it." "So we all good Paris?" "No need to get bitchy and uptight sheeeshh." Gillian answers back.
I was expecting to be grabbed and escorted out very quickly. While same time, trying not to laugh.
Paris Hilton, was standing dripping before us. Gillian was lifting her champagne glass again. This time extending the pinky, like some regal universal gesture of etiquette. Paris fuming, as another sip.
"Oh sweetie, think I missed a spot." Gillian says, before flinging more champagne, onto, and after splattering. streaming down her front, between Paris barely covered breasts now.
Someone begins calling out for security. Paris eyes blazing.
"Nooo this bitch is all mine, stay out of it!!" She shrieks. Before launching herself at Gillian.
Gillian drops her glass, just before Paris slams into her. The lovely duo smashing against the table, sending glasses toppling, and rolling. Champagne bottles also tumbling, some falling to the floor. The impact, popping a few corks, sending more spraying out, showering the struggling duo.
"What the hell's your problem, just trying to liven up this boring party." Gillian spouts out, even as Paris grabs her ass with one hand.
Gillian pausing, as the beautiful Paris was so close, now with her hand almost fondling Gillian's ass.
Then making the mistake of grabbing, and yanking Irish Princess's silky dark hair.
"Fucking slut, I hate hair pulling in a catfight!!" Gillian shrieks at her. Before grabbing and yanking Paris, soft blonde hair.
Like her version of the movie earlier. Gillian, and Paris begin twirling around, and around together.
Chests now rubbing against one another. Legs trying to gain control, as they struggle together. Gillian trying to stomp her spiked heel, onto Paris foot.
As they bump against the side of the fountain. With a shriek, toppling over the side, and into it together.
The lovely duo thrash, and burst back up seperated slightly, facing each other. Gillian spitting, and spraying a held mouth full of champagne, into Paris face. Before lunging ahead, and taking Paris splashing back down. Into the champagne, onto her back. Paris thrashing, even as Gillian crashes down onto her.
The two splashing around, Gillian trying to finish the heiress of quickly.
Even as Paris's grasping hands, find and yank down Gillian's top. Gillian trying to arch up, to kneel down onto Paris struggling body.
Has her glistening, very well formed, and pert breasts. Burst free from her dress, to proudly thrust, and quiver. As Paris hands pull down the Irish princess's dress straps.
Gillian pausing, in part due to the fact, her rival just made her go topless, before everyone.
While at the same time. Thinking how erotic it was. If Paris wanted to have Gillian naked. The sexy blonde wanting to be naked together, rubbing their now champagne soaked bodies together.
Gillian's lust slipping into, her catfight instincts. Just before Paris hand slaps hard, across the pert, shiny tits of the Irish Princess.
Guests, and security watching. As well as Paris entourage wince, at the sound of skin, on wet skin.
None of them daring to interfere, after Paris command not to.
A backhand, to Gillian's beautiful heaving breasts. Followed by a bucking of her body. Sends Gillian toppling back. Even as Paris rises back to her knees. Gillian's hand spears one of her dress straps. As she tries to catch herself by instinct, from falling.
As Gillian splashes back down. Paris top comes down, and her pert tits spring naked into view.
Paris's breasts perky, glistening, and smaller than the Irish princess's well formed pair.
Paris taking a moment to catch her breath. Before trying to further attack and punish her rival.
Gillian's right foot, having lost her shoe. Lashes out, slamming into Paris belly. Driving the wind from her, as she falls back again. Hands clasping her aching midsection.
Almost as if planned, both ladies slosh around, splashing and rising back to their knees, facing each other.
Gillian's hand streaking out, to slap hard, across Paris bare breasts. "There how does it feel whore?" Gillian asks. Returning the attack on her own firm tits, Paris had given earlier. Completed by a backhand shot, quickly after the first.
"Your ass is mine slut!!" Paris screams before launching an attack of her own.
Chests heave, as bare breasts are slapped, and hit, as well as bellies. Paris crying out, as Gillian wickedly pinches, then begins twisting Paris left breast. Just missing doing it, to the now fully distended nipple.
A nasty punch to Gillian's side, bending her sexy body. While forcing her to release the punished tit.
Then they press together, tit to tit, and bodies slapping against one another.
Arms struggling to shove the other off balance. Before once again, with a shriek, and a wet splatting sound.
They topple together, back out of the fountain, and to the floor.
Two very beautiful, and sexy ladies. Begin to hit, claw and strip each other. Soon they are down to only their sodden panties, as they begin rolling entangled on the floor.
Gillian trying to fight off the erotic sensations, of wet pantied pussies so close together. Bare breasts pressing, nipples touching. Her nice ass, grasped by her sexy rival.
Her body becoming weaker, as lust was struggling, with desires of catfight victory.
Paris eyes so close, her lips brush Gillian's as it is evident. Paris was finding this erotic, being so half naked, and pressed against this lovely dark haired beauty.
Then they slam against one of the serving tables.
It rocks, a few items closer to the edge tumbling off.
A brief pause, as they lay skin to skin, before Paris grabs a hand full of caviar, and smears it against Gillian's lovely face.
"Get off me whore!!" Paris demands, just before punching Gillian to the side of her head.
I watch Gillian's pretty brown eyes roll slightly. Ready to rush to her to end this if needed.
Then Paris yanks her hair, jerking her head to the side, and pissing Gillian off again.
Gillian falls to the side, as Paris shoves her away. Gillian's eyes widening, her temper flaring again. As Paris smiles, as a few dark strands of hair, spill from her opening fingers.
"I told you no hair pulling bitch!!" Gillian shrieks, in a very unprincess like tone.
Before grabbing, and hitting Paris, with a stuffed lobster tail. Smashing it against Paris lovely face.
More items fall from the table, as they again slam together, hitting, slapping, and smashing food into, and onto each other.
Just as Paris manages to push Gillian over, before splashing her body across her.
Gillian writhing, yet losing to her other instincts, as a stunning, soaking wet Paris Hilton, begins laying fully on top of her.
The sexy duo both having a gloss, and sheen to their almost fully nude bodies. Paris chest pressing firmly against hers.
Both ladies feeling each other's pussy lips pressing against each other, beneath thin, sodden panties.
It was simply so damn hot, and erotic.
A pie tin lands beside her. With out thinking of it, again this time a catfight instinct taking over. Almost by itself. Gillian's hand grasps it. As she waffles the side of Paris head, with the pie tin.
The Irish princess not above bending some rules. As Paris spills to the side. Gillian rolls, and quickly moves to a sitting position, upon Paris back. As Gillian rolls her over. Sits down on her, and grasps Paris chin with her hands. Gillian's hands and arms, working under Paris chin, as she begins wrenching the body back. As she begins putting the blonde beauty, into a camel clutch submission move.
"Okay you hair pulling whore do you give?" Gillian asks from above her.
The hold firmly in place now, as Paris cries out in pain, and begins tapping her hand to the floor.
Paris was quitting, tapping out, and pleading for Gillian to release her.
Irish princess Gillian had won!!
Gillian was spirited, fun, and had swallowed even more champagne, while struggling in the fountain. She managed to get into a lot of catfights. Yet even when foot stomping or cheating, when called for. She lost a lot of her fights.
Letting Paris go, to lay breathing heavy, and trying to ease some of the pain in her aching body.
Gillian rises, to twirl. "Look at meeeee.. the winner woooo hooooooo!!" Gillian cries out, spinning, then slipping on the wet floor, and falling.
I am rushing to her, yet not close enough, when her head hits, and the lights go out, for the lovely Irish princess.
Gillian's head is aching, as she wakes. Some from the impact, some from the large amount of champagne she had drank, in a short time.
Her brown eyes opening. To find herself honestly in a bed, and room fit for a princess.
The bed was large, and the furnishings impressive and pricey.
Gillian looking around, as Storm moves to sit beside her on the bed. "Hey lovely lady, you had me worried." He says, smiling down at her.
"Ohhhh Stormy I had the most wonderful dream." "You were there." "The brave woodsman, that saves me from the wicked queen." She begins. While I try to remember if it is part of snow white or sleeping beauty.
"Then we got to go to this emerald city, to a party." She goes on, as I listen.
Waiting to let her know. Concerned of maybe a major lawsuit. Paris, had Gillian brought to the best suite, in the hotel. Having a doctor in attendance of the party check her.
Gillian truly was sleeping in a bed, possibly used for foreign dignitaries and princesses.
"Ohhhh and worst of all was the blonde bitch!!" Gillian ads in. "You mean witch?" I ask, thinking of the wicked witch from wizard of oz.
"Ohhhh no she was a total hairpulling, blonde bitch!!" Gillian confirms.
"Hey fuck you, ya drunken whore!!" Paris chimes in, having just returned to check on her. Now dressed again, this time in casual halter top, and shorts.
"Auuuughhhh Stormy, it's the bitch!!" Gillian cries out, rising up, finger pointing, as the bedsheet falls back. Exposing Gillian's smooth skinned, very fine looking breasts again.
"Wholy crap I'm naked!!" She cries out, realizing now even her panties were gone.
"Who took my panties, who undressed me?" She asks, finally thinking to cover herself again.
"Relax snow white, they're being cleaned." "We flipped a coin, I won, he stripped you." Paris teases, joining us.
"Ummmm you mean Stormy saw me naked.... I mean all of me naked?" Gillian asks.
Embarassed, yet seeing me blush, as well as the approval on my face. For what of her I had seen naked. Paris had us both with her tease.
"Ok I had to do it." "As much as he liked the thought of seeing your hot bod naked, he stayed a gentleman."
"Now maybe we can work on that about him together later." Paris playfully taunts. "Since he has seen both of us almost fully nude anyways. She says giving me a very sultry stare. While taking Gillian's hand in hers.
Gillian's body warming from the contact.
She was the Irish princess. Paris maybe wanted her well, and the hell out of her hotel. Yet would not push it at first.
For now Gillian had the catfight win over Paris Hilton, before lot's of witnesses.
She was in a suite, fit for a princess.
So maybe some faked swooning or dizziness, for a longer free stay.
Gillian smiles up at him, as she lowers her bedsheet. Flashing Storm a very pleasing view of her firm breasts.
"Stormy, your princess could use some room service." She states regally. While watching him blush, even as he enjoys the view.
Paris turning to smile devilishly at him, as the two begin having some naughty ideas play through their minds.
Paris's hand brushes against Gillian's well formed left breast, as she covers her.
"Maybe I can offer him something, to gain his services from you?" She asks, licking her lips. Giving me a gaze, that had all kinds of promises in it.
"Gillian, your wish is my command." I inform her. Both sexy ladies giggling, as definately wanting to see more of both of them.
I look to see about getting Gillian something to eat and drink.
Gillian had won the fight, making Paris Hilton tap out.
Now it looked like the three of us, could be spending a very interesting evening together. Myself hoping Paris meant it, about doing something, to help me act like less of a gentleman.
I could not deny it, even as much trouble as she seemed to easily get into.
I was glad to have met, and be spending time. With the very fun loving, and beautiful Irish Princess.
The end
