Idolized


Belle getting ready to be the surprise extra contestant on the new series of Empire Idol... picking out her costume in the dressing room... the viewers angry at the CEO putting herself in the contest... likely to vote her off... which is all part of her plan to lure out the killer who's stalking celebrities as they're voted off the show...

Blue Belle finds a lovely blue sequined dress... slit up one hip almost to the waist... strapless... having to rely on her generous outcropping of bosom to keep it up... shiny latex gloves that match the six-inch heels revealed by the dresses slit as Belle swishes out... grabbing the microphone and pulling a pin out her of her hair... setting off an explosion of flames that engulf her shoulders...

The studio audience clapping and cheering... even as the judges gasp... tonight's show all about bubblegum pop... so a throaty torch song would be completely inappropriate... especially if you were disqualified for trying to sway the voting audience...

Blue Belle leans the microphone stand over and struts... showing a lot of nylon-clad hip... the studio audience trying to determine if there are panties or not... launching into 'Fever' as she shakes back her hair and nearly comes out of the top of the dress... "Never know how much I love you... never know how much I care... when you put your arms around me... you give me fever that's so hard to bear..."

The judging panel gulping... wiping sweat from brows... as the audience whoop and cheer your every move... phone votes already coming in by the thousands... despite the lines not being open yet...

Blue Belle smirks as the audience warms up to her performance... straddling the microphone stand... disappear under the swirl of her dress... her hips working as if rubbing herself to the pole... as she delivers some more... "Now give me fever... when were kissin... fever with that flame in blue... fever... I'm a fire... fever yeah I burn for you..."

The other contestants looking worried... all dressed in prim and proper fifties gear... their Archies-style clean-living pop not a patch on this fiery torch routine... Simeon Cowl looking like he might burst out of his famously tight jeans... Randy Journeyson living up to his name... even Della Appall overtaken by the performance... the judges wondering if they can ask for an encore after disqualifying you...

Blue Belle enjoys herself over much... "Now you listened to my story... there's no point in feeling shame... chicks were born to give you fever... so be fair and have a sense of game..." belting out the last bit straight at the judges... trying to determine which is her man... "I give you fever... when you kiss me... fever... you'll never learn... fever on your knees... but what a lovely way to burn..."

The audience cheering... and giving out a standing ovation... the phones ringing off the hook... 100% of the vote to you... as the judges hem and haw... "Well, obviously, that was fabulous... but..." Ms. Appall taking up the strain... "This is meant to be clean, fifties bubblegum pop... and after you forced your way onto the show and so brazenly tried to sway the vote... we've got no option... Susan McDuff, you're disqualified..."

Blue Belle puts a hand on her jutting hip as the slit of the dress spills away from it... her eyes narrowed at the judges as all other eyes are on her... "But Peggy Lee IS fifties... and I thought the idea was to make the song your own!" sighing... her bosom seemingly poised to burst forth at any moment... "But if that's your final decision..."

The crowd booing... threatening to storm the stage... the ratings destined to skyrocket after this... and who knows... public opinion might call you back on the show... in the meantime, you're now the next target for the killer who's been stalking the celebrities who've been voted out...

Blue Belle storms off stage... making blue sequins the new rage all over Empire... though few will ever be able to fill them with contours quite like hers... and she has never had reservations about using them to throw a villain a curveball... giving a little extra twitch as she exits... just in case the killer wasn't hooked already... before heading to her dressing room...

The show ending behind you... the judges all leaving for their own dressing rooms... as you wait in yours... knowing the killer will strike now... while he or she can get you in that dress... keeping an eye on the door as you hear footsteps coming up behind it...

Blue Belle watches the door in her mirror as she feigns to lounge lazily... every nerve actually on edge... as she waits... tazer hidden... needing to be sure she has her man before she strikes... trying not to smirk as the reflection of the door swings open...

Della coming in... moving slowly towards you... evil in her eyes and a rag in her hand... the scent of chloroform almost undetectable behind the perfumes of the dressing room... but enough of a smoking gun for your purposes...

Blue Belle reaches into her cleavage... pulling the tazer out of her cleavage as she spins around in her chair... training it on Ms Appall... "That's quite far enough Della... we'll be analyzing that rag in your hand... now hand it over unless you want to get a big jolt... unless you want me to give you... fever..."

Della charging with the rag... aiming to clamp it over your mouth before you can fire... and getting lit up for her trouble... screaming and dropping to the floor... as Simon and Randy barge in... "Good grief... Della... what's going on here?"

Blue Belle stepping forward and kneeling over the twitching former pop star... reaching for the rag... lifting it up... taking a quick whiff to see if it is what she expected... flashing Simon and Randy a warning look... "It appears Della's been behind the mysterious disappearances of those voted off the show..."

Simon and Randy swapping a look... then reaching to grab a hold of you... Simon attempting to wrench the taser out of your hand as Randy grips your other wrist... attempting to force the rag against your face... "We know... it was her turn to apply the chloroform... I warned her to wait until you weren't expecting it..."

Blue Belle gasps in surprise... inadvertently only weakening her own struggles as she is restrained... the room suddenly spinning around her... her chest heaving as she tries to get some air... this effort only further draining away consciousness... her sequined form slumping into Simon's arms... while Randy chuckles... "Maybe we should get rid of Della too, Dog..."

Simon shaking his head... "Let's not vote her out this time... we'll need her help later... but you carry her out with Belle..." Cowl getting some rope... to bind your arms... before hoisting you over a shoulder... one hand groping your sequined bottom as he carried you out the back of the studio... to the trunk of a waiting limo... "Let's get her to our secret judging spot... for the real contest..."

Blue Belle plops into the trunk... rolling around there during the drive... coming around by the time they reach the destination... cursing as the trunk opens... "I can't believe the three of you were in on this together... you're all finished... as soon as I get free of this rope..."

The three judges smirking... Della looking particularly hungry for revenge... as the two men take you inside an abandoned warehouse... your arms bound in front... lifted up to dangle from a hook... connected to a winch... Randy tearing the sequined dress off you... as Simon attaches a collar with a built-in throat mike... the hook swinging you over a chute... with a pair of grinders waiting to chew up anything lowered into it...

Blue Belle 's face suddenly registers more concern as she realizes... these three people she has never taken seriously are serious about killing her... looking down and all around... contours now on full display... though no less uplifting when swinging from a winch... kicking legs shimmering in sheer pantyhose... she loses a heel and the grinders gobble it up...

Your gasp of horror appearing on a screen... connected to the winch controls... Della smirking as she explains... "The thrill of power we got from judging the show wasn't enough for us... so now anyone we judge unworthy gets a place in our secret show... singing for their life... every note sung off-key will drop you half a foot... naturally, once you start to scream, the end will be quick..."

Blue Belle gulps... looking around frantically for help... or a means of escape... but seeing none... "But I'm not a real singer... I was just trying to smoke out a killer... or three... I won't last ten seconds..." glancing down between her swaying breasts... past the one blue heel... blinking at the grinders below... her mouth suddenly dry...

Simon smirking... picking up a whip... Randy doing the same... "Well... since you did so well on the show... we figured you needed a handicap... and since you like torch songs so much... how about 'Santa Baby'... it's nearly Christmas, after all... as close as you'll get, anyway..." The song starting up...

Blue Belle clears her throat and nervously begins the song... "Santa baby... slip a sable under the tree... for me... been an awful good girl... Santa baby... so hurry down the chimney tonight..." eeping as the winch slips a notch... desperately continuing... "Santa baby... a 54 convertible too... light blue..."

Simon and Randy smirking... as Della grins... "Hmmm... this song's supposed to sound sexy... not scared... we may have to vote her down..." Simon and Randy laughing... and lashing out... one whip striking you on the bottom... the other cracking against one perfect breast...

Blue Belle can't believe this is happening... turning the song into a Michael Jackson version as she yelps every time the whip strikes her writhing bottom or bouncing breast... and the winch slips a bit... "Santa honey... eep... there's one thing I really do need... the d... eed..." losing her place in the song... "Santa cute... eep... hurry down the chimney toni...yikes... Santa baby... hurry down the chimney..."

The grinders ever closer and closer to your feet... as the whips continue to strike... the chain swinging back and forth over the grinders with every stroke of the cruel whips... the men stepping closer to get better aim... laughing as you sing for your life... the remorseless machine measuring every note...

Blue Belle screams out... "Hurry down the chimney tonight... hurry... toniayeeeeeeeee..." screaming as the grinders claim her other heel... yanking it off her foot... seeming to dance on the grinders in stocking feet as she bicycles her legs... as the cops charging in with guns drawn... Detective Chan locking down the grinders...

Blue Belle flabbergasted... "What took you so long?" Chan replying... "Well after that performance you gave on the show the boys were hot to see what else you had..." Charlie winking with a smirk as she leaves Belle dangling for the guys in blue to admire as they secure the homicidal judges...

(Mar 2010)