Barbara Scott - Fairytale Princess
copyright 2011 Faeriemage
For Donnie, life was about to end. For Dawn life hadn't yet begun.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wednesdays are really busy for me. Sorry for the lateness of the story today.

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I smiled at Sean as he slid into the seat. As soon as the door shut, he began to talk. It was something about him talking to Kevin and getting a promise, but I didn't care. The smell of him was intoxicating. I wanted to breathe him in, and so I straddled him to get closer to him.

And then we were kissing, and it was more than I could ever have hoped for. My entire body was tingling and I just wanted to keep doing this. I threw all of my caution to the wind, and slowly began to grind against him.

His hands slipped up my dress and began to caress my behind, and slowly he began to work his hands forward. Warning bells were sounding in my head, but for some reason nothing but his touch mattered to me. I felt a rush of cold air, and he removed his hands and covered up my butt.

"What the hell, Carlos!?"

I kept grinding against him, and began to nibble on his ear. I wasn't listening to Carlos' reply, but Sean stiffened beneath me and then pushed me away.

"He did what?!"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Surge. Kevin spiked her drink with something. She's out of it. Lowered inhibitions and a spiked libido. She'd do anything at this point."

"No, just the two of you. Get in here. It's cold out there and I'm not wearing any underwear."

They shut the door on me. I tried to get over to the door to open it, but they were blocking it from the outside. I moved to the other one, and the same thing.

I have never been that frustrated in my life.

And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I couldn't get enough friction through the girdle to get off, and I couldn't remove the girdle. Oh, I tried, and I screamed and cursed, but nothing was happening that night.

After what seemed like an eternity I began to relax, and finally came more to my senses. I tried to assess the damage, and it was severe. There were tears in both my dress and girdle. It was obviously fake.

My world fell apart on me. Rubbing against Sean's pants had abraded the surface and ruined some of the coloration. Then I'd tried to rip it off, doing even more damage. My dress barely covered down there. I got into my clutch looking feverishly for something to pin my dress, and I found by black thong.

I slipped it on, and thankfully it covered the worst of the damage.

What was I going to do?

I was so embarrassed at my behavior. How could Kevin have done this to me? How could he do this to any girl. I knew I liked Sean, but I didn't want to have sex with him. Beyond him learning my secret, I wasn't the sort to have sex with people casually.

And I'd only known him really for about four days.

I rolled down the window to find Sean and Carlos still standing there.

"Would you boys mind letting me out?"

"We were waiting for your climax."

"I was frustrated in my endeavors. It pisses me off."

"I could help you there," Carlos volunteered.

"Not the time, Carlos," I replied.

"She's done. Let her out, Surge."

"Yes, let me out please, Sasha."

He opened the door and I climbed out.

"Oh man," Carlos said after I got out of the car, "you put your panties back on."

I slugged him in the arm a moment before Sean did the same.

"I'm joking."

"So, how long was I out of it?"

"About an hour. Surge, mind if I run?"

"You need to get back there for the ceremony."

"Got it."

"Ceremony?"

"Yeah, they are having an elimination ceremony today," Sean replied.

"Then that means…"

"No, you're safe. Kevin is guaranteed eliminated today. That means that the girl who placed last in the competition tonight will be joining him."

"Angela?"

"No, not Angela. Patricia drank too much and vomited all over herself and her date."

"Ouch."

"Or gross. That was my personal response."

I giggled at this.

"Wait," I said, "What about me and you?"

"We've been given a pass in this ceremony due to the 'traumatic' experience. I'm supposed to give you a ride back to the mansion and then see you into bed."

"Don't get any ideas, buster."

"I'd never dream of it, although if you'd kiss me a little…"

"Shut up, Sasha. I'm really not in the mood after getting brain f'ed by Kevin, I just need some time to myself."

"Ok…"

I didn't know exactly where he was coming from, but I could imagine getting rejected after a girl got me going. For a moment I considered finishing him off, just to give him the release that I myself couldn't get, but that would move our relationship in a direction I wasn't yet ready for.

I did give him a deep and lingering kiss on the lips before he pushed me back to come up for air.

When he went back in for a second go I laughed and pushed him back. "Now now, lover boy. I was just giving you a kiss. I am not ready for anything more, ok?"

"Ok," this time he was a lot less sullen in his delivery, and I just smiled at him. I knew I was giving him mixed signals, but I was a bit mixed up myself tonight.

The limo dropped us at the back entrance to the mansion, near the garage, and he lead me in through there. He turned his back while I changed. I wore the pajamas that I hadn't even unpacked until that moment. Partially because they hid the damage, which being naked wouldn't, and partially because I just wanted to hide my body away from everyone. He tucked me into bed, and then slipped out of the room after turning out the lights.

I lay in bed huddled over the sheets. I thought over everything that could have happened to me tonight. If Carlos had been a minute later…if Sean had been faster to seek out my sex…so many ifs and possibilities and I shook and cried.

All of the hope I felt after talking to Willow this morning evaporated into so much mist.

I cried until there were no more tears left in my and then I just sobbed to myself.

It took all of my acting ability to hold myself still as the other girls came in and began to get ready for bed. They saw me there, and their conversations trailed off. They left the overhead light off, and just moved around me.

The third episode look so different on TV. They built up the red carpet, and showed all of the clips from the speeches, that happened in a different place on a different night. They played with the lighting to make it seem as though all of the dates happened in the same place, at the same time.

That episode was pure Hollywood, as I like to say.

They glossed over Kevin getting kicked off the show, as criminal proceedings were still pending. Linda, his first date, pressed charges. So did fourteen other women, including a fifteen year old he still swears looks eighteen.

I've seen her in person. She doesn't even look twelve in my opinion.

Course that might simply be my anger over what he almost did to me.

When the rest of the house quieted down, I slipped down to the guest room that Willow and I had found the day before, and I slept alone in that bed. I awoke to the sounds of the rest of the house calling my name.

Apparently someone had thought that I might do something to myself.

"Guys, I just wanted to be alone. Is that too much to ask?"

Mark rushed over to me and threw his arms around me.

"We were worried about you, Dawn."

"Willow and I found that room yesterday when I woke up with a nightmare. We didn't want to wake the others while I was calming down. I figured that it was a fine place for me to get some time alone."

"I have a lousy sense of direction, Dawn. I couldn't find it again."

We had a laugh at her expense, and I gave her a friendly hug.

"It's alright, Willow. you did nothing wrong."

"Well, it's dates again today, and nothing sneaky like last night. Just dates," Mark said to general heckling.

"Is it alright if I don't go this time?"

Sean looked crestfallen at the suggestion that I wouldn't go on a date with him.

"Dawn, we're not asking you to have sex with the boy, but we need to move on as quickly as possible. Are you sure?"

"I am a bit raw, okay? I had no underwear on, and…" I blushed, only half of which was acting.

"Oh, shit. I was enjoying that so much it didn't even occur to me what my zipper was doing to you."

Then I was really blushing, and turning to run, but Mark grabbed my arm.

"Dawn, we know that you wouldn't have done that under normal conditions. Kevin's been arrested, and the police are linking him to a number of rape incidents in their books. If we would have known…"

"Dawn, believe me, if you'd feel more comfortable…"

"Guys, I know the show must go on, just no horseback riding to mountaintop picnics, Ok?"

Sean looked uncomfortable.

"Carlos, you and Sophie get the horseback riding."

Another piece fell into place. For some reason, Sean's dates were being chosen by the show.

Even as Carlos was giving some of the other guys fist-bumps, I watched Sean.

What was going on here?

Not in my wildest dreams did I ever come to the truth…well, not until much later.

I took Sean aside after the others had left, and I talked to him.

"Sasha, I like you, but these dates planned by other people really don't fit me, and I doubt they fit you."

"Dawn…"

"Don't give me that, Sean. You are a fast food guy."

"No, I just like burgers. Prefer to make my own…"

He shut his mouth, and I smiled. I'd gotten something the show didn't want me to know.

"Cook me a meal, Sasha. Any meal you want. That is the date I want you to give to me today."

"but it would take so long."

"Then I can go lay down again, by myself, and get some more sleep, okay?"

I gave him a peck on the cheek and went back to the room.

I'd actually dosed off by the time he brought some burgers to me in the room. Was sat there on the bed and chatted. I was a mess, no makeup, scary bed head, and wearing those comfortable pink fleece pajamas.

He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

We talked about nothing in particular, and simply got to know one another better.

Also, he was right, those were the best burgers I'd ever had.

The rest of the day was torture as I waited for everyone to get back, gather to talk about their dates, and generally gossip about the boys.

"How was your mountaintop, Sophie?" asked one of the other girls.

"I would have much preferred to be there with someone else."

Linda ducked her head and blushed, but I don't think anyone else noticed. Well, Willow might have, but that girl kept things close to her chest.

And more of the same.

"Sean made me burgers."

"He ordered out burgers?"

"No, he made them, unless someone else you know makes all of their patties by hand."

"Wow, girl. Getting a guy to cook for you. On a competition like this? Props."

When everyone else started getting ready for bed, I was still in my PJs, I slipped down to the room I'd stayed in. Someone had put my name on the door while I was gone.

And by someone, I mean Mark. He was waiting in the room when I got there.

"I thought you would feel more comfortable here for a couple of days."

"Thank you mark."

"This is the only keep for this room."

"Mark…"

"Yes, I know. I installed the lock myself today. I felt like I had to. I'm sorry. If I'd known."

"Don't, Mark. Linda was raped by him with that potion of his. You knew that happened."

"I thought…"

"You thought it was ratings gold when one of the girls had sex on camera? You make me sick, Mark."

"No, I wasn't in the booth at the time. When I found out I told them to turn off the cameras."

"Doesn't matter, Mark."

"I didn't know, Dawn. I really didn't know. I'm not the director, I just fund this thing."

"Then you are responsible for what happens here. Get out of my room."

"Dawn."

"Get out!"

I was seething by the time he finally left my room. This was so much more than I wanted to deal with. Before this I thought I might actually be falling for Mark. Sure, he was rich, but none of that mattered to me. Overall I thought he was a good guy.

Now I just wasn't so sure.

I cried for over an hour before the sounds of a waking hose fading into those of a sleeping one. Then I waited longer just sobbing to myself with my door locked.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I washed my face and then slipped out the back door. The ladder was already waiting for me when I got to the back wall.

"What did you do to my beautiful creation?"

"Date rape drug and a zipper. Any more questions?" I glared at Karl and he gulped.

He couldn't repair the damage so he carefully removed the remnants of my pseudo-gina and cleaned up the site around it.

It actually felt good to be myself again down there. That thought worried me, so I called my doctor.

"Hello, Dawn. How are you?"

"The contest started early. I've been here for a week, been slipped a date rape drug and tore my appliance all to shit. How do you think I am?"

"Do you need to leave early?"

"No."

"Tell me about it then."

"I like Mark, the producer, and Sean, one of the contestants. No, I'm pissed at Mark. I hate him actually, right now. I want to kill him for what he is putting me, I mean us, through."

"What is he putting you through?"

"He must have know that Kevin was slipping girls the drugs. Linda was acting out of character for her."

"How would he have known that?"

"She's a closet lesbian."

"He knows that?"

"Well, no. I didn't tell him, but someone else might have."

"Really?"

"Ok, probably not. Right now getting rid of one girl really doesn't improve our odds."

"So, they would save that til later, like you are?"

"Nah, I want to see if anything develops between her and Sophie."

"Sophie?"

"A not-so-closet lesbian."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. They make a cute couple."

He laughed on the other end of the line.

"So, how would Mark have known that Linda wasn't a hot-blooded heterosexual female unless someone told him?"

I opened my mouth to speak, and then shut it again, blushing.

"I take it by the sound of teeth snapping shut that you have no answer to that."

"No, I don't"

"Then give the guy a break. None of us are perfect. What did he do after he found out?"

"Well…"

He gave you a room, with a key lock, called the police on Kevin, let you sleep all day. Hugged you in front of everyone. You know, nothing much you cold-hearted bitch.

Sometimes I inner-monologue and I do really cuss myself out.

"He was a perfect gentleman to me and I threw it in his face."

"Then you better apologize to him, don't you think?"

"I guess."

"It's up to you, Dawn, but if you want him to take you seriously, then it's the thing you need to do."

We chatted for a few minutes more, and then I slipped back into the house.

I lay awake the rest of the night, wondering what I would do. Before dawn, and before everyone else got up, I slipped back upstairs, got undressed, and slipped under the covers. There was something sensual about sleeping in the, almost, nude. I appreciated getting back to this small part of my routine, and it helped me rejoin life in the mansion.

I walked into the interview room as soon as people started waking up, with my robe over my arm and nothing else on me.

Mark's jaw hit the floor, and his eyes kept trying to drift down my body, mentally I applauded the effort. I don't think he ever let himself go below my chin.

"Mark, I have to speak to you for a moment."

"Ok, Dawn," he said in a weak voice.

"I appreciate what you were trying to do, giving me my own room and all. But I have to decline. I'm here to win this contest, Mr. Shurtleff. I can't do that if you are treating me differently than the rest of the girls. I realize that Kevin's actions were beyond your control."

"What changed your mind?"

"I spent a lot of time last night thinking about it. I just thought I'd let you know. Also, I wanted to tell you one more thing."

"Really, what was that?"

I sauntered over to him, got up on tiptoes, and whispered breathily in his ear, "You're a damn good kisser."

I giggled and turned and left the room. He didn’t make a single sound as I left. When I got to the hall I put on my dressing gown, hiding behind the illusion of being clothed, and walked downstairs to breakfast.

A routine seemed to start at this point. There were so many of us there, and every two days two of us would leave. Through the entire thing, Angela, Willow, Sophie, Linda and I seemed to skip through every elimination as if it were meant to be. And maybe it actually was.

Before I knew it, the house suddenly felt empty, and it took me a couple of hours to realize why.

It was our 11th day in the mansion, and last night, the 8th woman had been eliminated. We had hit the halfway mark of the competition. There were only 8 women left upstairs, and things were about to really change.

"Soph, would you mind if I moved into your room?"

I squealed like a little girl. Angela was dumbstruck. Willow smiled. Sarah and Jane were outside the room and so didn't hear the interchange.

Oh, in skipping here, I forgot to mention something that happened on day seven.

Let's go back, well just to explain it really quickly.

Jane was pretty much a non-entity up until this point of the competition. Somehow she kept picking the winners among the guys. She kept her head low in the theater room, and I really thought someone was feeding her the information on how to pick the right guy, or at least the one who wasn't being eliminated.

We'd all finished our dates, whom with doesn't matter as he was eliminated on the eighth, and I saw Jane slipping away from the others. I followed her.

She slipped into the film booth and I watched from the door as she told the director something that one of the other girls had been doing the night before in the theater room.

I was confused by the interchange, until the elimination ceremony on the eighth. That was the woman who went home.

Something clicked for me in that moment. I had no idea of the criteria that they were using, but Jane was a plant to help them get the information they were looking for. Either that or she was simply looking out for her own hide. Either way, this wasn't the contest I thought it was. So far, blundering through, I'd been able to avoid any pitfalls, but I would not be stumbling along blind anymore.

Not that I would be taking Jane's out. No. I would just put my acting skills to the test. I went back through my mind, examining who had been eliminated, and who had not.

I would make this work for me.

I would win this damn contest and throw it in their faces.

No one makes a fool of Dawn Leary on national television. Apparently I do a good enough job of that on my own. Watch the gag reel sometime. They packaged it with both the BluRay and DVD releases of the show.

And yes, I get royalties from every purchase of the show, so buy it.

Now that my self-marketing bit is over.

I didn't tell any of the other women what was up, but my behavior changed, and I never told any of the others anything I didn't want the director to know in front of Jane.

Everyone except for Angela caught on. That woman was bullet-proof, I swear.

So, Linda moved in with Sophie. They celebrated immediately their joy in finding someone.

Remember how I mentioned that they are screamers?

I think Willow climaxed just listening to them. I had to leave after that as I was getting really cramped.

I kept Jane, and the guys, downstairs by relating a story about "Love's Sunset" that was absolutely true, and I can't tell you all on pain of death.

Let's just say it involves peanut butter and one of the actors.

I really liked his dog. He was such a sweet mutt.

That is more than enough. I was threatened with a libel suit if I printed anything about the story. Mark's lawyer looked over this and told me it was fine, since I never mentioned specifics. Or linked everything.

You read between the lines.

Yeah, I have a lot of stories like that. Sure, I would win the libel suit, but I don't want to spend time in court over something I'm doing for free. Now, if I ever write my actual memoirs, it will be a tell-all, and some of the things I could tell…

Getting back to the story, the other one, not the fetish one, a flushed Sophie finally came down to breakfast just before noon. Linda was a couple of minutes behind her, and a lot more composed.

I smiled at the two of them until Willow joined us. She was so disheveled that I was glad I left when I did, and all I could do was laugh. It wasn't long until Willow joined in and was laughing right along with us.

By the end of the day, Jane was getting desperate. She was lurking in corners and trying to listen in on us at the pool.

"Skulking is unbecoming, Jane."

"You, Bitch!"

She charged me and we both fell into the pool. I was drenched from head to foot, and I was almost undone.

Luckily, I wasn't in my bikini, or this story would end in a much different manner. My left breast came completely detached. I was wearing a slightly small bra, as all of my clothing had disappeared while I was in the shower after my date, and Willow was loaning me one of her Bra's while they looked for the culprit.

I felt it slip when we hit the water, and all I could do was think about getting out of there.

I was getting so close, and this could ruin it all.

I needed to speak to Karl, but he wasn't due until tomorrow night. There was no way that I could spend the next day covered up completely. Not without a good reason, and my mind couldn't come up with one.

I slipped out of the water, and wrapped in a towel. I was crying before I got to the house. I ran up to the bathroom, and tried to find my makeup in Jane's things. It had to be her, but it wasn't there. I had no bottle of Permanence to try to self repair.

I had nothing, and when I took of Willow's bra, my breast went with it. Somehow, the other seams were fine, but that one breast was completely off.

I locked myself in the shower, and cried.

"Dawn, honey, we're worried. Were you hurt?"

Willow was at the door, and I let her in.

"Dawn…"

I showed her my second skin breast, and she almost vomited. She controlled herself, and looked at my chest. "I really thought you were lying to me before. You weren't, were you."

I was choked up, and couldn't do more than shake my head.

"Don't you have any glue?"

"It was stolen with my makeup."

"What are you going to do?"

"I have no idea…"

"Hmmm. How about…put the bra and shirt back on. I'm going to talk to Mark."

She left the room and shut the door behind her.

I sat there, shivering, for an eternity of five minutes length.

Willow returned with dry clothing, and Mark in tow.

"Menstrual? You're kidding, right?"

I just shook my head at him.

"But, the director loves….your moves."

"He loves to have me naked on tape, you mean?" I put as much vitriol as I could muster.

"You're right, she's on," Mark said to Willow.

"I'm right here, you bastard," I said, only half acting.

"Ok, how long usually."

"A day but it's pretty heavy. I usually like to take two."

"Well, stay dressed if you want to, but I need you to join in with the rest of the girls."

I grumbled at him, but I was smiling and silently cheering as soon as he left the room.

I got dressed, in Willow's clothing, and left the bathroom. I really felt bloated wearing clothing that was one size too small, but it was either that or Jane's clothing which was a size too big.

The rest of the day was uneventful.