Note- Totally fiction, but totally believable if you know the circumstances.
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Coleen Rooney and Rebekah Vardy were both furious when they were blasted in the press by 'Granny Wag' Stephanie Shilton.
The 51 year old wife of England great Peter Shilton had bizarrely insisted that the row between current 'WAGS' or 'Wives and Girlfriends' of footballers, Coleen and Becky was a set up.
The self proclaimed Granny Wag had accused the two warring celebrities of staging their bust up as a PR stunt to keep the wife of Wayne Rooney a favourite of the paparazzi. Coleen had taken legal action against Becky who she claimed had leaked false stories about her, but it was fake news according to Steffi.
Steffi further believed the stunt was to give Wayne, an International player with 120 appearances for England, the chance to beat her veteran husband Peter, the famed goalkeeper who had retired after 125 games.
A recent arbitration meeting between the deadlocked Coleen and Becky had ended without success, but they agreed to try again and at the same time confront Stephanie.
As the lockdown in London eased they had read that Stephanie and Peter were due to attend a fund raising event at the reopened Grosvenor House Hotel in Mayfair.
Granny Wag was in high spirits and was excited to attend the champagne reception and three course dinner with husband Peter. The age defying blonde intended to milk the moment and wore a revealing floor length dress in a racy red which drew all male eyes to her ample bosom.
The voluptuous Steffi, nee Stephanie Hayward, was a fairly successful jazz singer and had tied the knot with the former footballer in a star studded ceremony three years before. Snaring Peter had been a coup on her part and the pair of them had soon formed a shared consultancy company which raked in the cash.
At 7.45 Coleen had arrived first and anxiously smoked a cigarette while she waited for her once devoted friend now bitter rival. She was filled with an urge for retribution and was even willing to have Rebekah back her up. Ever since the first time they had met they had been friends and enemies. Both were head strong and ambitious, and a strong mutual respect dree them close, and equally apart.
"At last."
A black taxi finally pulled up and Rebekah jumped out and paid the driver.
"Ready, babes?" She asked.
"You better believe it." Hissed Coleen in reply.
Coleen and Becky turned up dressed to kill also, one slutty, the other classy. Coleen was in a glitzy thigh skimming mini dress in black with a pair of branded YSL strappy heels.
The wealthy celeb wife had forged a confidant sense of style since her rise in the public eye, but had never forgotten her humble upbringing in Liverpool and still knew how to strike a pose.
Becky had opted for a tangerine dress with an alluring slit up the thigh and an off the shoulder slash on her right side. The more sophisticated of the two, the reality TV star and wife of International footballer Jamie Vardy, had ambition and drive but was prone to outbursts on social media.
Side by side the indignant WAGS tottered in on their high heels, only stopping to accept two glasses of bubbly from a passing waitress. They quickly found Stephanie who looked up with scared eyes.
"Evening, ladies. What brings you here?"
Stephanie put on a brave face despite her insides melting in fear. Coleen glared at the older woman with her belly and big ass bulging out of the obviously too small frock and huffed. Her tits looked as if they might burst out the front at any given minute, thought Becky as she stood with hands on hips and eyes ablaze.
"Don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you need to take back those lies you've been spreading about us."
"Oh, shut up the pair of you. Do not confront me." Stephanie laughed in their faces and turned to go.
Infuriated, Coleen tipped her champagne glass on top of the blonde's head.
"Don't laugh at us, you fat bitch!"
"How dare you!"
The affronted Steffi reeled back and yelled loudly at the blonde Scouser. Rebekah meanwhile had visited the snack buffet and had picked up two small berry tartlets with marzipan cream. She smashed them firmly into Steffi's huge cleavage and then proceeded to mash the large mammaries together to create a rather sticky mess.
"Ugh, you cow! How revolting."
Steffi carefully pulled out the front of her red dress and observed the cool appetizer run slowly down the deep furrow of her two pillow like boobs.
"Apologise this instant!" Barked Coleen as she took a six inch size baked brie with honey and candied fruit and held it up in Steffi's worried face.
"And if I don't?"
Becky came up behind her and raised the back of her dress. As she turned, Coleen crammed the brie honey up between her legs and smeared the rich contents into her crotch.
"Peter! Peter!"
Stephanie ran off to the ladies with sticky thighs as the white haired veteran soccer player came over to see what all the fuss was about. Coleen stood firm in front of the tall man and waved an intimidating index finger in his face.
