****Disclaimer**** I know that the parties in this story have all passed away years ago. I hope that no one will get offended by it. I mean no disrespect whatsover, quite the opposite. It is all fiction and fantasy. ***
Grace Kelly High Society
Grace Kelly played Tracey Lord or Sam in High Society. She looked ridiculously attractive in this film. She wore expensive outfits in every seen. She was incredibly sensuous and sexy in this film, weather she was intended to be or not. Her body was tanned, tall, slim and sexy. In one scene she was even wearing a white bathing suit.
At the beginning of the film, her character was portrayed as a bit of an emotionless ice queen who was unsympathetic towards others. For a lot of the film she spoke in a very exaggerated manner. In parts it seemed that she was trying to talk as if she was Katherine Hepburn who had played the part in the original film, the Philadelphia Story. At other times it seemed to be for comedic effect. At other times, she was meant to appear to be drunk. The whole thing was not that funny, a bit cringe worthy, but quite sexy. Because of the silly comedic tone of the film ran all the way through, a messy scene did not seem at all out of place.
Grace’s character was a complete snob. She was portrayed as having ruined her first marriage with Dexter who was shown in a positive light. She portrayed as being judgemental and naïve. She was getting married to another man. There was also a reporter on the scene played by Frank Sinatra. She, essentially, had three men involved at the same time. She seemed slightly callous of their feelings. Her younger sister was always at odds with her as well. She was a bit haughty and conceited. She deserved to be knocked down a peg or two for sure. All of the other characters decided that they should band together to teach her a lesson that she would never forget. She deserved some measure of embarrassment.
They decided that it should take place while she was sat beside the swimming pool looking a toy boat that was floating in it. She was wearing a very revealing white bathing suit. It was scandalously revealing considering the time period when this was taking place, the late 50’s. It showed off her long, languid, sensual body. She sat by the pool and reminisced about her first honeymoon. As she closed her eyes and daydreamed, the rest of the characters crept in from behind her. They tried to be very quiet as they entered so she would not hear them.
When she opened her eyes and looked up, her whole family, ex-husband and the writers from Spy Magazine were all stood behind her looking down on her. Her sister started to speak. “Tracey, you have behaved appallingly. You have been very judgemental and uncaring. You are very conceited as well. We know there is a good person deep down inside. We are doing this for your own good.” “Doing what? What is this? What are you all doing here,” she said in a comedic tone of voice. “This,” her ex-husband told her.
With that he was handed a massive coconut cream pie. He took it on one hand. In an instant, the shot was changed to a close up of Grace Kelly’s face. Her mouth fell open a split second before he pushed the pie straight into her face. It hit with a splatting noise. She almost fell over from the impact of it. Pie splatted backwards. When the pie tin was pulled away, her mouth was still open and her eyes were very wide. Her face was covered in a mask of creamy pie. Pie streaked backwards across her platinum blonde hair. Pie crowned around the straps of her bathing suit and her neck. She licked her lips.
Just as she licked her lips, her fiancé then took two more pies, these being banana cream ones, and pushed one down onto the top of her head and another into her chest. He rubbed the pies around on his intended wife’s pristine face and chest. She was sort of sandwiched between the two pies. He felt a bit wronged because she clearly had feelings for her ex-husband as well as for the Spy journalist. Everyone had a reason to be annoyed with her. “What is this? How could you? How could you do this? I will not stand for it. Don’t know who I am? The wedding is definitely off now,” she threatened.
Next was the Spy magazine journalist Mike. He was played by Frank Sinatra. He was attracted to her as well, but sort of felt that she may think that she was too classy for him. As a way to get his own back for all of the people out there who were not rich, he took a container of expensive caviar and began to dump it over the beautiful rich woman’s head. Globs of sticky black caviar fell onto the top of her head. It rolled down her blonde hair and down her face and chest. “That was very expensive caviar. How could you? What a waste,” she snivelled in her best moany rich woman voice. “Don’t worry, this will be on the cover. It will make a great story. Make sure to get lots of photographs,” he said to his friend, the photographer. “Smile honey,” she told her. “Shut up you,” she shouted out in a pouty voice. She was quite jealous of the gorgeous rich woman. “You simply can’t let people see this. Put that darn camera away will you?,” she told her.
Last to come was her own sister. “You deserve all of this Tracey. You have been a really bad wife and sister. Let this be a lesson to you,” said the young lady was probably the most mature character in the film. She was wiser than her years. She then took a massive bucket that was filled with baked beans and began to pour it all over her big sister’s body. The beans splatted down all over her sexy tanned legs, up her body, staining her white bathing suit in pungent orange bean juice, possibly forever. She then dumped more down over her head. She closed her eyes as a wave of beans poured down her face and then down her neck, shoulders and chest, Beans clung all over her body. They were everywhere.
“What have you done, Look at me. I am filthy. I will never be able to get this outfit clean now.” The three men looked at one another. They smiled. Then, all at once, they leaned over together and lifted her in the air. They swung her back and forth a few times in the air. “Oh no. What are you doing? You can’t.” At that moment, the men tossed her into the pool. She landed with a splash. A puddle of mess formed around her. When her head finally arose from the water, she pouted in a huge strop. Everyone looked down upon her and smiled.