Dani's limo pulled up outside the theater on Hollywood Boulevard, and already, before the door was opened, the sound of the cheering fans and clicking paparazzi cameras was deafening. It filled Dani with indescribable excitement. This was it. This was her moment. It wasn't her first movie premiere, technically. But it was her biggest - and most importantly, the first since her rebirth.
After a quick turnaround, the movie Dani had been filming with young starlet Bella Kennedy had made it to the silver screen. It wasn't a huge movie or a huge part - but Dani's growing fame had helped to raise its profile. A legion of adoring, queer, female fans had turned out to build hype for the film's release. From what Dani had gathered, they loved seeing her in the part of the villain.
Dani loved it too.
Grace, her ever-faithful personal assistant - and fuck-buddy - reached over and touched Dani's wrist. "You're up!" she said, smiling.
"You deserve to be out there with me," Dani commented. "You got me here, after all."
Grace laughed. "The red carpet is for the stars," she replied. "I'm happy with the back entrance. You'll see me inside."
Dani nodded, checked her outfit and makeup one last time, and, as the door to her limo opened, she stepped out into the limelight.
A wall of flashing lights rose to meet her like a wave. To most people, it would have been utterly disorienting - but not for Dani. She let the attention and acclamation of the crowd wash over her. She basked in it. She felt energized by it. The new confidence she'd gained as a dominant lesbian left her without doubt or hesitation, and instead of worrying, she knew exactly what people wanted from her: to give her adoration.
So she stood tall, graced the paparazzi with a smile and a wave, and let them.
Dani's outfit was going to make waves on Instagram and in fashion magazines, she had no doubt about that. She was wearing a casually-cut suit, with a blazer and loose-fitting pants that were both pure white. Her Doc Martens were white too, and under her blazer, she had on a pale tank top with a plunging neck that was almost invisible at a distance. It was a statement piece, and between the flashes of cameras, Dani could already see some of her fans swooning over it.
The best part was the way all that white, all that lack of color, acted as a blank canvas, perfectly accentuating all her dykiness. Her visible tattoos stood out all the more - Dani was especially proud of the way the yonic fruit tattoo on her chest peeked out of her blazer - and attention was naturally drawn to them, and to her other accessories. Dani had a set of asymmetric ear piercings, a lip piercing on one side of her mouth, and of course, the septum piercing she'd made out of her old engagement ring. Her fans loved whispering about that one.
The pièce de résistance was her newest item of jewelry: a bulky, gold-plated padlock hanging from a thick chain necklace around her neck. Her makeup was immaculate, two of her painted nails were clipped short on her right hand, and the left side of her hair was freshly buzzed. Dani looked every bit the perfect, glamorous, dirtbag dyke. She knew she was sure to turn heads - and perhaps, if she was lucky, bend a few sexualities.
After waiting and posing for a tasteful length of time, Dani started walking the red carpet. That, too, was effortless. She glided towards the entrance to the theater, rejoicing at the way every single head turned to watch her as she moved. Every few paces, she paused so she could give a little attention to the people who had turned out to see her - a wave, a selfie, an autograph, whatever they were looking for. Even a kiss, if a girl took her fancy. She loved the way that always provoked shrieks of glee and envy from the crowd. And at every turn, people were calling her name:
"Dani!"
"Dani, I love you!"
"Dani, can I get your autograph!"
"Dani, you're my idol!"
It felt so fucking good.
She wasn't the only celebrity attending the premiere, of course. A fresh cheer and a barrage of camera flashes soon caught Dani's attention. She looked around, and saw that the movie's true star had arrived: Bella Kennedy.
Dani's smile curled up into a wicked grin.
Even though she was young, Bella Kennedy was a consummate starlet. She handled the paparazzi's attention with practiced ease, and soon started making her way up the red carpet toward Dani. Dani waited for her to get closer before waving to her.
"Bella! Hey babygirl, you look amazing."
It was true. The dress Bella was wearing accentuated her killer body perfectly - but by far, the sweetest thing about seeing her was the way her cheeks turned a deep red when she noticed Dani.
That let Dani know that both of them were thinking about that night in the tattoo parlor.
Bella wasn't about to lose her composure in front of a crowd, of course. She recovered quickly. "Hey, Dani!" she called out, waving back. "You too! Wow!"
The two of them approached each other, and exchanged hugs and cheek kisses. The fans went wild for it, of course. Dani couldn't resist the temptation to push her luck.
"Why don't we give the fans a little photo op?" she whispered in Bella's ear.
Bella nodded, suspecting nothing, and put her arm across Dani's shoulder. The two of them pressed close to one another, facing the crowd of fans and paparazzi, posing and smiling brightly.
Until Dani's hand drifted down to rest on Bella Kennedy's ass.
Bella twitched, and let out a squeal that was mercifully drowned out by the roar of the crowd. It was only for Dani's ears.
"W-what are you doing?" Bella whispered.
"Don't worry about it, baby," Dani replied, smirking. "Just keep smiling for the cameras."
The starlet did her best - but Dani was close enough to see her face twitch and grow flushed, especially as Dani started surreptitiously groping her ass. To most people, it would just look like a little bit of affection between girls. Only Bella could feel the way Dani's fingertips were exploring her body.
"C... c'mon!" Bella protested, her voice turning high-pitched. "You... not here... ah!"
"Yeah?" Dani smirked at her, and carefully inspected the younger girl's face. Bella was blushing from embarrassment, yes, but there was something else tinging her cheeks: pleasure. And her eyes were shining with the submissive thrill of the moment.
She was enjoying this. That was all Dani needed to see.
"Hey, Bella." Dani groped her even harder, savoring the way the starlet's ass felt cupped in her hand. "How's it going with your boyfriend?"
