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Money Mella Goes Hollywood Ch 03

Money Mella Goes Hollywood Ch 03

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November 13th, 2017. A special day for DC Comics fans all across the globe. The world premiere of the long-awaited Justice League film at the Dolby Theater in Hollywood, California. All of the stars were out, especially the movie's leads, none of course looking hotter than Wonder Woman herself, Gal Gadot, whose presence in both the debuting film and its predecessor was praised as a shining star in a pair of otherwise uninspired comic book movies.

'Batman vs Superman: Dawn of Justice' failed, miserably, and based on the audience's reaction throughout the premiere, 'Justice League' didn't look like it'd be setting any critics' hearts ablaze, let alone making back the $700 million dollars needed to even break even with all of the reshoots and cuts after the original director bowed out. But, if there was one thing EVERYONE can agree on, even her most ardent haters who feel like she can't act worth a shit, it's that the casting directors dove deep into their bag casting Gal Gadot as Princess Diana of Themyscira, a role that from a mere physical perspective, she seemed destined to play.

Tall, gorgeous, lean and athletic, and even served in her home country's military in her younger years. Gal was an Amazoness, quite literally, and regardless of what people thought of the movies or her portrayal, nobody could say she wasn't absolutely perfect for the role of the world's most-iconic superheroine. And a growing group that wouldn't dare argue that was, of course, Gal's gaggle of asses that she's fucked.

Always possessing an air of dominance with just her stature and presence alone, Gal's always been one to dominate her fellow women. With her fame rising in recent years, access to bigger, fatter, and more famous asses has grown as well. Now, sure...does she have a loving family at home? Absolutely. But, that's never stopped a domme from seeking out new asses to fuck, and for Miss Israel 2004, the Justice League premiere after party was the perfect excuse for just that.

Hosted by the star herself, Gal invited many celebrities to celebrate the movie's debut...many a piece of ass she's had her eyes on. Conspicuous by her absence was one Ariana Grande, one of, if not THE biggest pop-star in the world, and someone, as far as Gal knows, has never been dominated by another woman before. Or, so the Hollywood rumors and juicy gossip has informed her. Ari was arguably the biggest celeb not officially queued in on the secret happenings between Hollywood's hottest, something that Gal had been looking to change for quite some time.

Tiny, cute and so impossibly fuckable, the 2010's princess of pop music was Gal's prime target as she prowled her party setting, checking every square inch of the location for Grande in all of glamor. But Ari was nowhere to be found. Look high, look low, but Gal, in her long, stunning red floor-length evening dress with embroidered shoulder straps, could not find the object of her desire. The latest piece of ass destined to join Gal's growing resume of "asses fucked". Perhaps Ariana's invite had gotten misplaced? Or, even worse, Ari was just too busy for a public function that wouldn't really benefit her financially? In any case, the party raged on and, as it did, Grande was a total no-show, leaving Gal with no other option than to find an alternative if she wanted a piece of ass tonight.

She bumped into Amy Adams, a woman who's asshole she's lived in since Batman vs Superman began production and, naturally, a MILF ass that she's grown tired of over the last 2 years. The Israeli Goddess shooed the redhead away, eventually meeting up with Isla Fisher, another piece of ass she's ruined countless times, another no-go. The Kardashians were out and about, including Kendall Jenner who, arguably the most fun one-time romp of Gal's topping career thus far, save for Hollywood's biggest, sluttiest bottom, Taylor Swift, who hardly even counted seeing as though fucking T-Swizzle's ass was practically a rite-of-passage for any self-respecting top in Tinseltown.

The Kardashians, while annoying and stuck-up socialites, were an entire family of fat-assed bitches, Kendall possessing the smallest, exclusively non-dump truck booty of the entire bunch, with Kim, Khloe, Kourtney and Kylie all rocking some of the most-ridiculously huge wagons on this side of hell, even if genetically "enhanced". The thought alone was intriguing, and considering how slutty they all seemed to be, Gal was sure that if she pushed hard enough, she'd walk away with a new piece of ass or, at the very least, Kylie's smaller but somehow more perfect booty. With Ari still nowhere to be found, it looked like the reality queens were the way to go, until a sexy stranger's intense stare caught Gal's eye.

Off into the distance, roughly ten feet away, was a long, fit blonde woman rocking a gorgeous black dress that honestly more closely resembled lingerie than evening wear. Half-bodysuit and half-feathered lace gown that showed more leg than anyone can handle. Thankfully, the stranger not only had legs, she had FABULOUS legs, so toned and fit that they somehow drew Gal's attention away from her phenomenal bust and gorgeous face. Complimenting her attire were a pair of matching lace gloves pulled up to her elbows and white ankle strap stilettos. You could say her outfit was...money.

So money that Gal's attention was transfixed. She didn't recognize the woman...in fact, she had no idea how this woman could've gotten into her invite only part, yet, here she was. That alone had the Justice League actress ready to disregard the Kardashians. Take into account how incredibly fucking hot this mysterious stranger was? Yeah, Gal found her girl. She may not be famous, but if this lady didn't look like a fun time, then Gadot didn't know who would. And with that, and all of the confidence in the world, Gal made her way over and introduced herself.

"Hi there," she waved before sticking out her hand. "I'm Gal. And who might you be?"

The woman, taking a sip from a wine glass, stopped mid-sample to respond. "Mmmm...hello, I'm Carmella. I know who you are...you're Wonder Woman." Mella's hand met Gal's, giving the Israeli actress a firmer handshake than she was expecting.

Nevertheless, Gal laughed it off, especially after the "Diana Prince" comment. "Oh, I'm not, silly," Gal assured, almost playfully. "Just someone I play, like any other role."

"Wow, so humble," Mella said intently, her tone practically flirty. "That's so charming. I can see why everyone's smitten with you."

"Smitten? You're too nice," Gal waved off as they both laughed, Carmella's claim that Gal was incredibly humble proving true again. That is, of course, under the assumption that Gal was ACTUALLY genuine and not a hungry predator, prowling for a piece of ass. Unfortunately though, no matter how strong a predator you may be, there's always someone or something higher in the food chain. Gal Gadot, Wonder Woman herself, may be a starving cheetah...but she paled in comparison to ravenous, unstoppable lioness standing before her, and her only problem was that she'd yet to realize that her role here was not of the predator, but painfully, as the prey.

"So, excuse me for asking this...and I ask with all due respect ma'am, but I have to say...how did you get into this party? I organized it myself and hand-picked the guest list. Trust me, I'd definitely know if I knew someone as gorgeous as you," Gadot continued flirting.

"Well that's certainly flattering coming from you of all people, Mrs. Gadot," Mella responded, taking a glass-emptying sip as a waiter walked by, The Princess of Staten Island passing off the glass as Gal blushed.

"You're quite the flirt, aren't you, ma'am? You know you can call me Gal? This isn't so formal."

"I know, I know," Mella assured before explaining, "And, to answer your other question, I WAS invited, just not by you. A certain special friend of mine wasn't bothered with attending...without getting into all of the details, we were able to reach an, ummm...agreement, on the transferral of her invite."

"Oh, and who might that be?" Gal asked, intrigued.

"Nobody 'big', she's somewhat obscure. You might have heard of her...the one known as...Ariana Grande?"

There it was! Official confirmation that Ariana not only wasn't coming, but that someone else had come in her place. Luckily, she'd sent quite the looker, who seemed to be playing directly into Wonder Woman's hand. "Aww, damn. No offense, but I was really looking forward to seeing Ari."

"Hey, none taken. She's awesome," Mella assured.

"She is...but you seem pretty awesome...hot too," Gal turned it back skillfully. "Tell me more about yourself, beautiful."

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Mella feigned surprise. "Beautiful? Wow, if I didn't know any better, I'd say THE Gal Gadot was hitting on me...any way, like I said, my name is Carmella, and I actually work for WWE. I'm a wrestler. I've been signed for a few years, but I'm starting to make a splash on SmackDown...that's the show I wrestle on every Tuesday night. You should check me out."

"Wow, wrestling?" Gal looked genuinely intrigued. "My husband loves wrestling! He'd probably recognize you instantly. I'm sorry I didn't."

"No need to apologize. You're Wonder Woman," Carmella assured, slyly.

"And what's that supposed to mean, huh?" Gal asked, matching the tone.

"Well...Gal...let's just say that, between you and me, I know when a woman is seeking the uh...let's just say the 'companionship' of another woman."

Gal's face dropped, having been caught in the act, before she quickly regained confidence like only a true top could. "Was I that obvious?" She asked, laughing.

"To the untrained eye, not at all, Mrs. Gadot. But I know all about your little secret Hollywood 'culture'. You see, in WWE, we operate under a similar culture of our own. One that I'm very....VERY familiar with," Carmella's confident, sultry tone assured.

"Is that so?" Gal asked, matching the sensuality with her voice. "Well then...I guess we can cut out the middleman, huh...Carmella, was it?"

"Indeed, Carmella," Mella assured, sticking out her hand again, only this time, Gal didn't shake it. Instead, she gave it a kiss.

"Carmella...why don't we skip all of the seduction? I'm sure you're looking for some fun in L.A., right?" Gal pulled out her phone, prompting Mella to do the same. The women exchanged phone numbers, and Gal added, "Okay...I'm texting you the address of the hotel I'm staying at. Meet me there when the party ends?"

"Mrs. Gadot...I know you're a classy lady and all but...why not just take me home with you?" Mella suggested slyly.

"Well, Carmella...let's just say that I'd like some time to prepare myself for you," Gal mysteriously suggested, prompting The FABULOUS One to smile wickedly, thinking they were on the same page. Mella's phone dinged, she looked down, and there it was: the hotel's address. Instead of responding in person, Carmella thought it cute to send a text back to Gadot, typing "c u there", followed by a kissy-face emoji. Gal laughed.

"Ditto," she giggled, returning the favor by blowing Mella a kiss back in the real world as she walked away, filling The Princess of Staten Island's head with countless different fantasies, those of which she planned to unleash very, VERY soon.

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*** A few hours later ***

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The after-party concluded, Gal graciously thanking all of her guests for attending, hoping they enjoyed the film, some of which did but most absolutely didn't. Nevertheless, Gal, the evening was already a success. The Israeli actress's stock had risen again, and now, she'd celebrate with the unknown WWE girl she'd met at the party. Such an easy score! Gal couldn't believe it! She made her way back to the hotel and as she did, she sent the "I'm ready whenever you are" text to Carmella, along with a suggestive GIF of herself winking. Moments later, in the limo, Mella texted back, "b there soon", with a GIF of herself moon-walkin', a clip taken from one of her many times executing the move on WWE television, only peaking Gal's interest in Carmella more, the GIF specifically highlighting just how beautiful Money Mella's booty was.

It wasn't long before Gal arrived at the hotel. Mella texted back, saying she was about 30 minutes out, meaning Wonder Woman had some time to kill, time she used to soak in a hot bath and sip wine, resting her body and relaxing her mind for her guest's arrival, which came a little later than expected, nearly 45 minutes later, to be exact. Nothing Gal got too hung-up on, as it gave her time to dry off and slip into a fine silk robe, presenting herself as superior as always.

A knock on the door met with the dinging of her phone's notification system signaling another text announcing Carmella's arrival. Gal sashayed to the door, her long, toned frame covered by the black robe and giving the classy Israeli actress an even greater aura of elegance. She opened the door and, immediately, was NOT disappointed with what she saw on the other side.

There was Carmella, the same woman from earlier, looking even hotter with her dyed-blonde hair done up in twin braided pigtails. Her beautiful face was less glammed, still made-up but showcasing her natural pretty a bit more. And that rocking body was covered in a new dress, a skin-tight money-print mini-dress to let everyone who dared to cast their gaze upon her that Mella is, in fact, MONEY, and always will be. Black stilettos as the finishing touch to a magnificent ensemble...save for what was in her hand. A briefcase, white with gold trim that read: "Money in the Bank".

"Hey there, Wonder Woman," Carmella slyly greeted, smiling ear to ear. "Ready to have some fun?"

Gal, a bit apprehensive about the case seeing as though Carmella was basically a stranger, responded, "Oh yes, very much. But ummm...what's that?"

"Oh, this?" Mella shook the case, Gadot taking note of the fumbling sounds emanating from the case; it sounded full. "This is my Money in the Bank briefcase. Every year, WWE holds a match for one of these. Whoever wins can trade it in for a title match any time, anywhere."

"Wow, that sounds like quite the accomplishment," Gal said, somewhat relieved as she welcomed Carmella inside. "You look lovely, by the way."

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"Oh, thank you! You look pretty fuckin' great yourself! And it is! You, Wonder Woman, are looking at the very first woman in WWE history to win one of these babies! See? I told you I was makin' a splash!"

"How right you were, beautiful," Gal responded, Mella making a face that suggested she appreciated the compliment. "I didn't doubt you for a second. Would you like to sit and chat over some wine before we begin?"

"Ooh, hospitality? Sure!" Carmella agreed, moseying over to the couch and plopping down, setting her briefcase on the coffee table, and while she did, Gal disappeared into the kitchen before returning moments later with a bottle and a pair of glasses.

Gal sat one of the glasses down, presumably her own, and began filling up the remaining glass, Mella quipping, "Heavy hand, please", and Gal met the request, filling it up to the brim and passing it along. Then, she filled up her own and took a seat next to Carmella.

"So," Gal began, taking a few swigs before asking, "You can trade that in for a title match on your show?"

"Yep, any time," Mella replied, sipping away as well. "I plan on biding my time and saving it for the right moment. This little baby has created so many world champions in WWE."

"Hmm...with all due respect...you know, just between us...isn't it all, like, pre-determined?" Gal asked, enjoying her glass a bit more, somewhat expecting Mella to get a bit upset. "I mean, that's what my husband always says. But, men, right, haha!"

Surprisingly, Carmella didn't freak out at all. Gal's class in handling her words with care kept the typically fiery Princess of Staten Island's fuse unlit. "Oh, it's real! I kick ass, babe, best believe! But, real or fake, doesn't matter too much, you know? What happens in our locker rooms? That's what REALLY matters, or at least that's what's always mattered most to me."

"Oh, I bet!" Gal said with a smile. "You give me that vibe, Carmella. You really do!"

"Is it that obvious?" Mella giggled, finishing her drink and Gal did the same.

"With all due respect, Ms. Mella...it's VERY obvious," Gadot assured slyly, leaning in, her words soft, sweet and seductive. "And, umm...I see that your glass is empty. Do you want a refill? Or..."

Carmella grinned. "Oh...definitely 'or', baby," Mella answered, meeting Gal in the middle and pressing her lips against the Israeli actress', who quickly kissed back, even silently offering to trade tongues as well. The barter was accepted with grace and thus, the two gorgeous babes swapped spit something fierce, feeling their temperatures rise as they kissed their way into the true action that they'd both been waiting for. Both. Most definitely both, because somewhere along the way, both Mella and Gal's wires had gotten crossed. They'd misinterpreted the flirty back and forths and coyness. So, naturally, when Gal ended their make-out session, ordering, "Now go ahead and strip for me, gorgeous. Show Mistress Gal what you're working with," Mella's mood soured. Completely, totally soured.

A mixture of surprise and confusion, Gal stared back at The Princess of Staten Island's suddenly poisoned visage. "What's wrong? C'mon now, make with the strip show. Mistress wants to see that sexy body of yours." Carmella was, to put it lightly, less than enthused. So much, in fact, that she cocked her hand back and quickly shot it forward, her palm crashing down on Gal's cheek. Then Mella stood up in a blazing rage to explain herself.

"The fuck did you just say to me? Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch?!" Mella shouted and hollered like only a New Yorker can.

Gal, rubbing her cheek, stood up herself, immediately attempting to impose The FABULOUS One with her superior size. "No, who the fuck do YOU think YOU are? Slapping me like that? You know who the fuck I am, obviously, you were at MY premiere earlier! I could have you arrested right now!"

Mella scoffed and promptly pushed Gal back down, The Israeli superstar landing on the couch.

"Bitch, I'll tell you who the fuck I think I am. I think I'm Money Mother-fuckin' Mella, okay? That's who I am! And I don't take orders from NO bitch, okay? This isn't a mutual moment between us! I don't know if you've got shit for brains or what, but I came here to top you, and not the other way around."

Gal, still clutching her cheek, gasped. "You? Top me? That's insane! Do you know who I top? I would never bottom to someone as lowly as you!" Gadot's words were bold, to say the least, but they sounded a lot less convincing considering she didn't attempt to get in Carmella's face again after being pushed down.

The Money Mistress crossed her arms. "SOOOOO...you're telling me that you just...what? Strung me along with NO intentions of giving up that sweet Israeli ass, is that it?"

"I did not string you along at all! You sent me signals! You..." Clearly Gal was panicking, having bit off far...FAR more than she could chew. "You made it seem like you wanted to bottom for me! Like you were looking for a top!"

Mella shook her head in disgust. "Opposite, clearly. I was looking for a worthless little whore to fuck. And based on how weak you look now, Gal, I think I found one, whether you wanna admit it or not!"

Gal's mouth dropped open even wider. "You bite your tongue! Watch your mouth when you talk to me, or I'll..."

Mella giggled. "Or you'll what, bitch?"

Gal, coaxed into courage, stood up to look down at Mella once more. "Or, I'll-"

"Nope!" Mella interrupted. "Hold that thought, because I don't want Hollywood's new 'IT' girl getting herself into something she can't get out of."

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