Date: Sat, 01 Jan 2005 01:03:02 -0500
From: KMB2476@aol.com
Subject: The Harem Chapter 14 Part 2

This is part 2 of ch 14...Please don't read out of order and send all
feedback to KMB2476@aol.com



When she heard the sound of the door knocking in their hotel room, Sarah
paused and considered just not opening it.  After all the last time she had
answered the door she had unleashed all forms of chaos into their lives.
The knocking didn't go away, though, so Sarah couldn't just ignore it.  It
was damn early in the morning and Sarah didn't like being disturbed.  But
she went to answer it anyway.  After all it could be important.

At least this time she was wearing clothes.  Unlike the previous time she
had actually gotten enough sleep to be somewhat aware of her surroundings.
She was in a beat up old t-shirt and gray sweatpants as she walked over
toward the soft knock of the door.  Jennifer was in the shower and Sarah
had been patiently waiting her turn when she heard the knocking begin.

"Hold on a sec...hold on a sec..." Sarah muttered as she walked to the
door.  It was getting close to eight.  Sarah didn't have to rush to the set
today so she had time to hang around and relax this morning.  They were
almost done with filming and Sarah couldn't wait to get back to Malibu,
even though her return did ultimately mean the end of the life she had
built with her friends.

"Who is it?" Sarah asked from inside.  Even though her body was quite
covered, she wasn't taking any chances.  It could be Brad.  Or Freddie.  Or
fucking Page Six.

"Room service..." a muffled voice said on the other side of the door.

"I didn't order anything..." Sarah replied, trying to remember if Jennifer
had.  She hadn't mentioned anything and it would have been unlike Jen to
order breakfast without her.

"Room service," the voice repeated.  Sarah frowned and began to wonder what
exactly was going on.  Was it some kind of psycho fan waiting for her?
This had to be some kind of trick?  The voice on the other side of the door
was obviously disguised.

"You have the wrong room," Sarah declared.  "We didn't order room service."

"I've got flowers..." the voice then said and Sarah started to get really
suspicious.  Who was this weirdo?

"I don't want any flowers." Sarah said.  "I'm going to call security!"

"Candygram.." the voice then said, in a teasing manner that seemed to about
ready to become a giggle.  Now Sarah was getting totally confused.  There
was something familiar about that voice.  Sarah kept the deadbolt latched
and slowly opened the door so she could at least get a peek at who was
there.  What she saw when she peeked out made her squeal in delight.

Sarah slammed the door shut, undid the deadbolt and flung it open again to
great her guest.

"JEWEL!!!" Sarah screamed happily as she flung herself into her housemate's
welcoming arms.  The busty blonde singer tried to greet Sarah, but she was
too distracted by the kisses the actress was showering all over her face.
Jewel quickly met her lips with Sarah's and they fell into a reunion tongue
kiss right there in the doorway.

Realizing that this was not the best spot for a make out session, Sarah
tugged Jewel into the room and slammed the door shut behind them.  They
then got right back down to business, kissing each other passionately with
the hunger that only came from absence.

"I guess you missed me," Jewel grinned, her face flushed with the loving
passion Sarah had left all over her.

"What tipped me off?" Sarah giggled.  "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you were in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop in for a booty
call," Jewel teased.

"Feel free to call away," Sarah smiled as she turned around to show off her
toned booty in her sweat pants.  She moaned as soon as she felt Jewel's
hands cupping her ass through the sweats.  It had been so long since she'd
felt Jewel's touch and now that she was experiencing it again Sarah was
just glad she didn't have to get to the set right away.

"I see this is right where I left it," Jewel winked, her hands sliding
under the waistband of the sweat pants.  Sarah didn't have any panties on
underneath and Jewel quickly reached bare girl flesh.  She caressed Sarah's
cheeks and heard the familiar sound of her housemate's moans.  God, she'd
missed this.  Except for the distractions she had found along the way
touring had been agony for Jewel.  All she had wanted was this.

As her hands played with Sarah's ass, Jewel sought out the former slayer's
lips.  When she found them the two girls fell into another happy kiss.
Time and distance had not lessened the connection they had and the time
apart only added more intensity to the kiss.  Jewel had been the last
person Sarah had been expecting to see today and it was a very welcome
surprise indeed.

"God I've missed you sweetie," Sarah moaned in between kisses.  "I've
missed everyone so much."

"So what have you and Jen been up to all this time?" Jewel asked.

"Shhhhhh we can catch up later," Sarah grinned, turning her body around
inside Jewel's embrace so they were face to face.  "Right now all I want is
that room service you promised me."

Sarah's not so subtle point became crystal clear when she began rubbing
Jewel through her jeans.  Jewel closed her eyes and moaned as Sarah
caressed her pussy through the denim.  It felt so good to be with Sarah
again and Jewel knew the party was only getting started.  If they had timed
things right, Rose and Love should be there soon.

"Only if you promise to feed me too," Jewel said, reaching down to tug
Sarah's sweat pants away from her body.  They kissed again, massaging each
other's tongues, as Sarah's sweats fell away, leaving her bottomless and
ready for some serious play.  But before they could really get to it, the
door to the bathroom opened up.

"Sorry I took so long Sarah, I..." Jennifer began before stopping cold when
she saw how distracted Sarah was.  All she could see was Sarah leaning up
against the suite's couch with a blonde girl falling to her knees.
Jennifer was a bit taken aback by Sarah's boldness, but then again it had
hardly been the first time she had walked in on Sarah, or any of the girls,
in the middle of some fun.

"Hey...who's your friend?" Jennifer asked before the familiar face looked
up and gave her smile.

"Holy shit!" Jennifer squealed.  She had a bathrobe on and a towel wrapped
around her head as she tore across the suite to reunite with her friend.
Just as had happened with Sarah, Jennifer and Jewel couldn't even get word
out before they were kissing each other over and over again.

"So is there room in here for three?" Jewel asked when the kisses paused.

"Oh I'm sure we can squeeze you in," Jennifer giggled happily.  All her
troubles had faded as soon as she had seen her friend.  "I just can't
believe you're here."

"I wanted to surprise you guys," Jewel explained.  "I figured just dropping
was the most effective way."

"Well we're glad you did," Sarah smiled. "Now all we have to do is get Rose
and Love up here to have a real party.  Too bad we can't zip them in from
the coast."

They're closer than you think, Jewel thought to herself with a grin.  She
didn't know exactly where Rose and Love were, but she was sure they were
almost here by now.  She knew nothing was going to stop those two from
getting here.

"Well they're going to kick themselves for missing this," Sarah said before
pulling her t-shirt over her head and showing off her naked tits.  "Now
c'mon you two...get naked!  Because I will start without you."

Sarah began pawing her pussy, proving she wasn't bluffing.  Jewel and
Jennifer leaned in and kissed Sarah's horny lips, before turning their
attention to each other.  As Sarah watched with keen interest, Jewel undid
the sash of Jennifer's robe and pushed it off her body, leaving her clad
only in the towel over her head.  Sarah took the liberty of removing that,
releasing wet hair all over Jennifer's back and shoulders.  Happy to be
free of the burden of clothing, Jennifer began reaching for Jewel's
clothes.  She was in the process of lifting Jewel's shirt up when the door
knocked again.

"Shit!" Sarah snapped at the interruption.  "Just ignore it!"

"It might be important," Jewel countered.  She didn't expect it was Rose
and Love quite yet, but she was hopeful.

"I'll get it," Jennifer said, grabbing her robe and slipping it back on her
body.  She didn't want to say anything, but she couldn't help but think it
was Brad again.

Grumbling about how she hated being interrupted, Sarah didn't bother
getting dressed again.  Instead she ducked out of sight behind the couch to
hide her nudity.  She grabbed Jewel and yanked her back behind with her and
as Jennifer walked toward the door she heard the unmistakable sounds of two
girls kissing.  If this wasn't Brad at the door, Jennifer was planning on
getting rid of them quickly and getting back to her friends.

"Who is it?" Jennifer asked.

"It's Catherine...open up," a sexy, slightly accented voice said on the
other end.

Now that was an interruption that Jennifer didn't mind in the slightest and
she quickly opened the door to reveal a smiling Catherine Zeta Jones.

"Good morning beautiful," Catherine purred as she invited herself into the
room.  Jennifer wouldn't have stopped her though.  Catherine pretty much
could have done anything she wanted.

"Hey Catherine, what's up?" Jennifer asked, slightly surprised by her
appearance, but pleasantly so.  Until Brad had made his appearance, she and
Catherine had been having quite a bit of fun with each other.  The addition
of Sarah and Reese Witherspoon to the equation had only made things hotter.

"I can only stay for a moment," Catherine replied from behind the
sunglasses that hid her eyes. "I've really got to run, but I felt just
awful about what happened the other day.  I had no idea you and Brad were
having troubles."

"Yeah...well...you know...it's just one of those things," Jennifer muttered
glumly, clearly not relishing having to talk about it.

"Well I really wanted to make it up to you," Catherine said.  "What are you
doing today?"

"Nothing really," Jennifer admitted.

"Super," Catherine smiled.  "Come by my place this afternoon.  Like, around
3?  You'll love it.  You won't be thinking about anything blue once you see
this."

"What is it?" Jennifer asked.

"That, my sexy friend, is a surprise," Catherine coyly answered.  "You'll
just have to come and see."

"Is this an open invitation?" Sarah asked suddenly popping up from behind
the couch.  Now that she knew it was safe company there, she had no reason
to hide.

"Well you might be able to talk your way into coming too," Catherine
replied as she eyed Sarah's bare body up and down.  The lithe beauty was
always welcome as far as she was concerned.  What she saw next surprised
her though.

"What about me?" Jewel asked.  Catherine had no idea that Jewel was into
any of this, but the fact that Sarah was naked in front of her and Jennifer
seemed quite comfortable with this was enough to convince her that it was
ok.

"Well hello there," Catherine said.  Sarah had relieved Jewel of her shirt
and Catherine easily noticed the singer's hard nipples straining against
her bra.  "I didn't know you were a part of this little group."

"Oh I'm deep in it," Jewel grinned before proving it by wrapping her arms
around Catherine's neck and kissing her sexily.  The kiss was soft and wet
and almost had Catherine swooning.  She knew she was risking a lot by
bringing one guest, much less three, but she couldn't help it.

"Mmmm that's enough...anyone who kisses like that just has to be there,"
Catherine declared after pushing Jewel away from her lips.  "Now I really
must go or I'll be late.  Don't forget come to my place around three.
Here's the address."

Catherine then handed Jennifer a slip of paper with her apartment address
written on it.  She kissed Jennifer, Sarah and Jewel on the cheeks and then
disappeared as quickly as she had arrived.

"What have you two been up to here?" Jewel asked, very impressed that they
had been able to snag someone like Catherine into their bedroom.

"We'll tell you all about it Jewel," Sarah promised.  "All you have to do
first though is remind us what a good pussy licker you are."

To Jewel's mind that seemed more than fair and Catherine's interruption was
soon forgotten as she, Jennifer and Sarah tangled themselves up in a three
way kiss and got back to doing what they did best.

* * * * *

A coast away and in seemingly another universe, Tara Reid awoke.  However
this wasn't the soft morning awakening she had once taken for granted.
This was the hard cruelty she had experienced almost non-stop over the past
few days.

"Get up cunt!" Jaime Pressley barked with another slap to Tara's face.  Her
cheeks were still pink and raw from the beating she had taken the night
before.  Tara was now light years from the pretty girl the paparazzi seemed
to love taking party pictures of.  Her cheeks were swollen and there were
tear stains down her face that showed that her crying had been almost non
stop since she had been brought here.

"Stop..." Tara whimpered.  "Please...stop..."

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" Jaime screamed as she kicked Tara in the stomach,
causing her to cry out in pain.  "CALL ME MASTER YOU FUCKING STUPID LITTLE
CUNT!!!"

"Nooooooooooo..." Tara wailed.  She had been beaten, slapped, whipped and
worse but she had yet to give Jaime what she wanted.  She wouldn't give her
the satisfaction.

Jaime growled in rage and slapped Tara again before spitting in her face.

"Why?" Tara cried out.  "Why are you doing this to me?  What did I do to
you?"

"Nothing...nothing at all," Jaime laughed.  "You mean absolutely nothing to
me you silly bitch.  You pissed Carson off with your little tape, but I
don't give two shits about you.  You're just another little cunt for me to
break."

Tara began to sob again.  She'd have defended herself against Jaime's
blows, but she'd been left chained up somewhere.  Tara had no idea where
she was or even what day it was anymore.  It was completely dark in here
and all Tara knew was that her arms and her legs were chained down and
Jaime had been brutalizing her almost non stop since she had kidnapped her
from her house.

"That's it cry..." Jaime laughed, her nipples hardening as she heard Tara's
sobs.  "Cry bitch.  It won't do you any good.  No one knows where you are.
No one cares.  You're mine now Tara.  I am your master and you're going to
be my little pet."

"My friends will find me..." Tara contended.

"Your friends?  God, you're so fucking stupid Tara," Jaime mocked.  "Even
if they cared about where you were, how would they find you?  No one would
even think to look for you here.  Face it Tara.  You belong to me.  Now why
don't you just act like an obedient little bitch?"

"Fuck you..." Tara groaned in pain and despair.

"FUCK ME?  FUCK YOU!!!" Jaime screamed before delivering three quick kicks
to Tara's stomach.  "I FUCKING OWN YOU NOW BITCH!!!  YOU'RE MINE!!!  I'M
NEVER LETTING YOU GO!!!  YOU'RE GOING TO BE MY FUCKING PET UNTIL I TOSS YOU
IN THE GARBAGE!!!"

Jaime then grabbed a dish of food and thrust in Tara's face.  Tara didn't
have to be told what it was.  It was dog food.

"Here's your breakfast bitch," Jaime spat.  "You're nothing but a diseased
little dog Tara and that's how you're going to be treated.  You're my dog
and I am your master.  Never forget that."

Jaime then strode away, leaving Tara alone with just her tears and growing
despair.  Now she was beginning to feel that Jaime was right.  No one was
going to come to rescue her.

* * * * *

It was a much more pleasant wake up for Britney and Christina.  Of course
it was easy for them to get up because they had never bothered to go to
sleep the night before.  How could they possibly sleep when they were so
pumped for their video?

Alyssa hadn't gotten any sleep either, but it hadn't been for lack of
trying.  It was just that every time she tried to close her eyes, one of
the nubile pop princesses she shared a house with would start licking her.
Between Britney at her pussy and Christina at her ass, Alyssa hadn't gotten
much sleep.  Not that she cared.  Between sleep or Christina's pierced clit
at her lips, Alyssa would have gladly given up her beauty rest.  Sometimes
she felt that with these two around she had to act the role of "responsible
adult" but that didn't mean she was dead yet.  Nothing was going to stop
her from having fun.

So even though Alyssa was already yawning, she had the flavors of Britney
and Christina all over her tongue and it was more than worth it.  Besides
after hearing the concept Christina had dreamed up for their video, Alyssa
didn't blame them for being excited.  It made her, for just a moment, wish
she still had the pop music career.  Just for a moment though.  Alyssa
didn't know how the video was going to go over with the newly image
conscious MTV, but it was sure going to be a hit here in Malibu.

But at the moment Christina had other things on her mind besides the video.
Her and Britney's song was only one part of her plan to blast Mandy Moore
out of the water.  She had to make sure the second part, the most important
part, was in place.

"So we're still on for today, right?" Christina asked into her cell phone.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah...no problem," Jenna Jameson yawned.  It was too early
to be having these conversations, but Jenna figured it was worth it.  The
reward she was going to get for this was more important than sleep.  Hell
it was more important than money.  Jenna already had plenty of money.  She
didn't need to be paid for this.  She was getting the prize that made money
seem insignificant.  It was the prize that made her horny heart go pitter
patter.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Christina pressed.

"Honey relax, if there's one thing you don't have to give me tips on it's
this," Jenna chuckled into the phone as she lay under the sheets, not
wanting to get up quite yet.  "So I won't tell you how to sing and you
won't tell me how to pull this off, ok?"

"Fine," Christina agreed.  "But this is the key to the whole plan.  I need
this to work."

"Chill Christina," Jenna said.  "That girl is going to be putty in my
hands.  By the time I'm done with her she won't know high notes from low.
Music is going to be the last thing she'll care about."

"That's what I want to hear," Christina grinned as Jenna shook her head on
the other end.  She liked Christina, but that girl was always scheming
something.

Jenna just wanted another opportunity to shut the singer's motormouth by
pressing her pussy to it.  She was fairly confident she would have more
than one more chance at that and at Britney too.  Remembering what she had
done to both those pop princesses still had Jenna's pussy wet.

She wasn't always a sexually dominant person, but there had just been
something about having those two famous sluts on their knees for her that
had Jenna on the verge of creaming days after it happened.  Now she was
hoping for a repeat performance today.

"Good now let me sleep," Jenna groaned.  "It's too fucking early for this.
Let me sleep or I won't be at peak condition today and with what you want
me to do, baby you'd better have me in peak condition."

"So who's stopping you?" Christina asked.  "Sleep bitch.  And remember that
if you pull this off, if you thought Britney and I were your little whores
the other night...honey, you aint seen nothing yet."

Grinning, Christina then hung up the phone and turned to Britney.

"It's all set," Christina said, close to cackling.  "That little copycat
bitch Mandy isn't going to know what hit her."

"I feel kind of bad," Britney admitted.  "I mean Mandy's always been so
nice to me.  I don't want to ruin her."

"Don't turn into a wuss on me now Britney," Christina shot back.  "This is
the big girl's part of the game.  It's survival of the fittest.  She stole
our idea and now she's going to have to pay.  She should have known this
was coming.  If we don't hit her she's going to hit us.  You know how the
media will play it...the bad girls versus the good girls.  They'll slap us
around and laugh about it."

"I know..." Britney grumbled, her treatment in the media lately a big sore
spot in her life.

"So we either get her or we get fucked," Christina pointed out.  "It's her
or us.  What's it going to be Britney?"

"Us," Britney agreed, summoning her resolve.  "Fuck that copycatting slut."

"That's my girl," Christina grinned, giving Britney a deep, passionate
kiss.

"Hey I just thought of something," Alyssa chimed in.

"What's that?" Christina asked, breaking the wet kiss with Britney.

"Well if you've got this whole video set up and everything and you two are
going to sing, who's going to be your band?" Alyssa asked.  "I mean you two
aren't just going to bring in a karaoke machine, are you?"

The next sound in the room was the gasp of a sharp intake of breath.  That
and the look of shock on Christina's face told Alyssa that she had found
the flaw in Christina's plan.

"Fuck!  I knew I forgot something!" Christina gasped.  She glanced over at
the clock.  She only had a few hours to make this right.  She had to think
fast...lightning fast.

* * * * *

The sounds of the happy pop ska fusion that No Doubt was famous for filled
the studio, but no one was quite satisfied with the results yet.  They
stopped the music and tried to figure out what it needed.

"Maybe the drums coming in earlier would pick up the pace a little?" Adrian
Young suggested.

"I don't know, you don't want the drums overwhelming everything else," Tony
Kamal countered.  "I mean it's a great beat, but you can have too much of
it."

"I think it's the whole first part of the song," Gwen Stefani opined.  "We
might be going into the lyrics too quickly.  Let the music get people in
the mood first and then go to the words."

The band was working on their newest single.  It had been Gwen's intention
to focus on her solo album and her budding acting career, but then there
had started to be tabloid reports that she was breaking up the band.  They
had even put words in her mouth that she was done with No Doubt.  Even
though the reports weren't true, Gwen still felt so horrible about them
that when the label had asked the band to get a new single ready for the
summer, she had quickly agreed.

Just because she had wanted to go off on her own for a little bit didn't
mean she wanted to break up No Doubt and Gwen wanted the rest of the world
to realize that.  Gwen admitted she had been distracted lately.  The rest
of her bandmates had thought it was because of her marriage and her career
heat, but Gwen knew the truth.  What was really distracting her was her
desire to visit her friends in Malibu as often as possible.

Her career and life were going great, but Gwen knew she wouldn't be feeling
this happy and fulfilled if it wasn't for her discovery of the pleasure
girls offered.  She had done the most amazing, erotic things there and all
she wanted was more.  Her husband, Gavin, was almost an afterthought at
times and while Gwen sometimes felt guilty, she just told herself she was
evening the scales for all the times he had cheated on her.

Right now she wanted to focus on the song, though.  Their last song had
been such a huge hit that the label wanted more.  Gwen told herself that
the quicker she got through this, the quicker she could sneak away to
Malibu.  But before she and her fellow bandmates could get back to
tinkering with the still untitled song, there was a loud pounding on the
door.

"What the hell?" Tom Dumont asked.  "I'm pretty sure we said no
interruptions."

"We did," Gwen replied, more than a little annoyed about the interruption.
She walked over to the door and opened it, intending to tell whoever it was
to go away.  When she did open it, though, she immediately softened her
stance.  Outside the door was a very panicked Britney and Christina.

"Ummmm hey guys, what's up?" Gwen asked.  These had been the last two
people she had expected to see here.  Not that she didn't want to see them.
It was just she preferred that it be in Malibu, when they were all naked.

"We need to borrow your band," Christina immediately blurted out.  "We need
to borrow them now."

* * * * *

It was hard for Michelle Branch to sleep.  Usually she slept like a baby,
especially after a night like last night.  Michelle had done a little too
much partying and could barely remember how she ended up in bed.  There had
been more than a little alcohol and a lot of girl sex, so Michelle was
tired but happy.  But that didn't mean she didn't want to sleep though.
She needed her sleep and she tended to be very grumpy when she didn't get
it.

Unfortunately her bed partner had no compassion for her.  All she wanted
was Michelle to wake up and play.

"C'mon!!!" Avril Lavigne whined.  "Get up Michelle!"

All that plea brought was a displeased grumble from the brunette who pulled
the covers over her head and pressed her head hard to her pillow.  That
didn't discourage the teen though.  Avril knew she just had to try harder.
She stood up on the bed in her bare feet and began jumping up and down and
singing to get her friend and fuck buddy awake.

"You gotta get up!  You gotta get up!  You gotta get up in the morning!"
Avril giggled and sang as she jumped, her tits bouncing very nicely under
the t-shirt she wore.

"Noooooo leave me alone..." Michelle groaned from under the covers.  "I
wanna sleep!"

"You can sleep later!" Avril pouted as she continued jumping up and down on
the bed.  "I wanna playyyyyyyyyyy!"

"Play with yourself then," Michelle giggled, still hiding her head under
the blankets.

"I already did that," Avril grinned.  She fell to her knees on the bed and
yanked the covers away from Michelle, revealing her in all her nude glory.
Avril kissed Michelle's lips and immediately began to caress her breasts.
"Don't you want to play with me too?"

"Mmmmmmm keep doing that and I'll do anything you want," Michelle sighed
happily as Avril teased her nipples with her fingers.

"I know you will," Avril giggled before leaning down and licking Michelle's
nipples with her tongue.  "That's why I'm doing it."

Michelle could still remember how angry Avril had been when she had
discovered her and Alyssa hiding in her hotel room.  But so much had
changed since then.  They had unleashed the pussy hungry monster inside the
Canadian teen and Michelle had pretty much been at Avril's side non-stop
since then.

It was just what she had wanted to happen, and Michelle was so happy that
the real Avril had turned out to be even hotter than the fantasy Avril.  Of
course the real Avril also got Michelle into tequila drinking contests that
left her as sleep deprived as she was now, but Michelle took the good with
the bad because the good was so good.  Avril's tongue was always eager to
lick her pussy and suck on her nipples and make her all wet and tingly.

"Mmmmmmm baby...yesssssss feels sooooo good..." Michelle moaned, her hands
running through Avril's sandy hair while the girl feasted on her hard pink
nipples, pushing her tits together so she could lick her everywhere.

"Now isn't this more fun than sleep?" Avril grinned.

"Mmmmhmmm..." Michelle agreed.  She was still sleepy, but she couldn't
possibly make Avril stop.  Once Avril got an idea in her head, she was very
stubborn about doing it and, besides, it wasn't as though Michelle even
wanted her to stop.  Not when it all felt so good.

"How'd you get so energetic?" Michelle asked.  "You drank as much as I did
last night."

"Red Bull," Avril replied.  "Mmmmmmm I had a whole six pack already.
Nothing like it to get all wired up.  Here feel my heart!"

Avril then grabbed Michelle's hand and pressed it to her chest through the
t-shirt she was wearing.  Michelle's eyes got wide when she felt it.  It
was pounding in her chest, like it was about to burst out and dance around
the room.

"Whoa..." Michelle marveled. "You are wired."

"Fuck yeah," Avril laughed maniacally.  "I'm wired and I wanna fuck!"

"I won't stop you," Michelle promised, her excitement rapidly accelerating.

"Damn right you won't," Avril replied. "I was taking you whether you were
awake or not."

Michelle felt another moan as she closed her eyes and pictured herself
asleep, lying flat on her stomach as Avril pulled the covers away to expose
her bare ass.  She almost regretted having woken up because she could dream
about how much fun it would be to be sleeping and having Avril's finger and
tongue teasing her asshole and just using her naked body for her pleasure,
waking her up with moans and pants.

"Oooooh someone likes that," Avril teased, her fingers still rubbing
Michelle's nipples.  "So what do you want to do today baby?"

"I dunno...what do you want to do today?" Michelle asked.

"I asked first...what do you want to do today?" Avril shot back.

"So I asked second...what do you want to do today?" Michelle challenged,
her voice cracking with laughter.  The game went on and on between the two
young girls when finally Avril seized upon the winning idea.

"Well why don't you take me to that mansion you're always babbling about,"
Avril suggested.  "You know the place where you met Alyssa."

"I know which one you mean," Michelle smiled.  God it felt like so long
since she had been there.  She couldn't just invite herself over, could
she?  She loved being with Avril, but she missed that place.  She wanted to
show her friend every hot, naughty thing that could happen there.  Would it
be so bad if she just dropped in?

"So take me there," Avril begged.  "I wanna see it for myself.  C'mon you
made it sound so awesome!  You have to take me!"

"Well I don't know if we should just show up out of the blue..." Michelle
began.  She wanted to go, but she didn't want to be a burden on anyone if
they were doing other things.  There was a lot of sex there, but Michelle
knew everyone had their own lives to live.  Before she could say anything
more, though, Avril interrupted her.

"Don't be a wuss," Avril ordered, kissing Michelle on her lips.  "They're
not gonna not let us in.  Mmmm if it's like you said, they're gonna beg us
to come in so they can fuck us.  So we're going no matter what."

That settled that and Avril immediately moved back to her original plan,
getting Michelle off.  She slipped herself under the covers and formed a
sexy blanket covered lump as she positioned herself between Michelle's legs
and dove right in.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Michelle exclaimed happily as the lump fed upon her
pussy.  Avril knew just how to make her point and Michelle was already
thinking about what naked fun they could get into this afternoon in Malibu.

* * * * *

As the prattling and babbling went on and on, Hilary Duff began to honestly
believe she was going to be bored to death.  She felt that if she just
closed her eyes and surrendered to the overpowering boredom she'd keel over
and totally die right in front of everyone.  Of course Hilary wondered that
even if she did die, would her mother even notice and stop talking?

Stifling the giggles she felt forming over the thought of her tombstone
saying "Bored to Death by Mom", Hilary tried to look like she was focused.
She knew her mother liked it when she was involved and paid attention.  But
she just couldn't do it.

Being there, stuck in the seat, while her mother yakked on and one with
record executives about business deals was too boring to even think about.
It made her body hurt to just sit there.  She wanted to get out and do
something...anything.  She wished she were a zillion miles away.  Hilary
didn't even care where that was, as long as it wasn't here.

"Hilary," Susan Duff hissed under her breath.  "Stop slouching.  Sit up
straight."

Grumbling to herself, Hilary did as she was told.  She was beginning to
feel like that was all she did.  She was a big star.  She shouldn't have to
listen to her mom all the time.  But she had seen what her mother got like
when people didn't do what she said and Hilary didn't want to see it again.
It was just so boring here and Hilary shifted in her seat, kicking her legs
slowly back and forth.  Even seeing that was more interesting than this.

"Stop fidgeting...pay attention," Susan commanded and Hilary obediently sat
up, trying to at least look like she was interested.  She didn't even know
what they were talking about or why she even had to be here.  Her mother
just told her where to go and she went there.  Hilary just didn't care
about negotiating deals or all of the stuff her mother did.  She just
wanted to go and sing and do movies and meet boys.  She wanted to have fun,
not do business deals.  What else mattered?

Thinking of boys at least got Hilary smiling.  It had been a long time
since she had even been on a date.  She didn't want a boyfriend or
anything, but someone to hang out with would be nice.  Of course with the
touring and filming and recording, Hilary didn't have time to kiss someone
on the cheek, much less go out on a date.  Hanging out with a boy and
having fun would have been so awesome.  She just wanted to relax and chill
with people.  But her mother always had her going here and there.

Hearing her name brought back into the discussion, Hilary perked up and
began listening.

"Well I can promise you something, Hilary will not be doing any promotion
for your label if you even think about signing that second rate Lindsay
Lohan," Susan said.

"We were just hoping that everyone could be adults about this," one of the
executives replied.

"If you want Hilary Duff then you are going to have to give her what she
wants," Susan contended.  "And she doesn't want to be with that no talent
spotlight stealer.  I mean, can you believe that girl?  Everything Hilary
does she just goes out and copies it.  That girl has a serious problem with
being a shadow."

"We think she's a great potential talent," another executive opined.

"Well I think your ears are up your ass if you think she can sing," Susan
snorted.  "My Hilary can sing and if you think she is sharing space on this
label with her, well then you are mistaken. We will walk right out this
door and never turn back.  Every label in town is going to want to sign my
Hilary after her album sales.  You'll be letting the next superstar walk
out of here because you insisted on putting that little bitch on the
record.  She's not even a good actress.  Why if Hilary had been in it,
'Freaky Friday' would have made $200 million, not just $100.  That girl
should consider herself lucky she's not already considered yesterday's
trash!"

"Mommmmmm stop!" Hilary whined.  "Stop saying mean things about her!
You're only going to make things worse!"

"Hush up Hilary, the grown ups are talking now," Susan replied, cutting
Hilary off and causing the blonde teen to slump in her seat and fold her
arms over her chest.

Now she was bored and mad.  She didn't know why her mother made such a big
deal about this all the time.  Hilary didn't hate Lindsay.  She didn't know
how this whole "feud" got started, but every time they tried talking to
each other, their mothers were always there and they would start yelling
and then she and Lindsay would start yelling at each other and everyone
would end up fighting.

With all her frustration starting to bubble up, Hilary was getting even
more bored.  She hated being here.  She just wanted to go anywhere else.
Hilary knew she had a lot.  She had everything she ever dreamed of.  She
had hit movies and hit records.  It was everything she had ever wanted, but
sometimes she envied her friends back in Texas.  They got to go to parties
and have fun and hang out.  All she did was tour and go to premieres.
Hilary loved singing and acting, but it was like she wasn't having enough
fun.  She just wanted to go out and have fun.

"We don't respond to threats, we have Hilary under contract," one of the
executives said. Hilary rarely learned any of their names.  She had tried
at first, but there had been so many of them and they were always getting
replaced that eventually she had just given up.

"We'll just see about that," Susan said, standing up and grabbing Hilary
along with her.  "Gentlemen, rest assured that if you sign Lindsay Lohan to
that record deal then you will hear from our attorneys.  Now let's go
Hilary."

Hilary followed her mother out of the office and into the hallways.  Hilary
knew there were recording studios on this floor.  Maybe there was someone
really cool recording an album.  Hilary loved hanging out with other people
in the music business.  She loved singing and always liked hearing advice
from the big stars about how to make her career keep going up so she could
be superfamous like them.

Susan's cell phone began ringing and she quickly turned to pull it out of
her purse and answer it.  With her mother's back turned, Hilary took her
chance to escape and snuck away down the halls toward the recording
studios.  She hoped someone cool was there.  Even though this was hardly a
rebellion, Hilary felt good sneaking away from her mother.  If her mother
wasn't always around she could have more fun.

Wandering around, Hilary soon heard voices and moved toward the source of
them.  She had been looking for some superstars and her eyes got wide when
she saw she had discovered a mess of them.

"So how long are you going to need them?" Gwen asked.  She liked Britney
and Christina, but this was asking a lot.

"Just for the afternoon...we need to do the video and that's it," Britney
said.

"Oh yeah and like next week we're going to record the single but that's
totally all," Christina added.

"Well I guess that's not a problem," Gwen replied.  Behind her Tom, Tony
and Adrian stood silently, their future being decided in a process they had
not been asked to participate in.  Of course all three of them had learned
long ago that when it came to women, sometimes it was best to just accept
things and not question why they were happening.

"Are you guys cool with this?" Gwen asked her bandmates, finally bringing
them into the conversation.  Truth be told none of them really liked being
loaned out like a jacket, but what were they going to do?  Make a big deal
about it?  It was an easy, well paying gig, what was wrong with that?  All
three men shared a resigned shrug.

"I guess it's ok," Tony replied, speaking for the rest of the band.  There
naturally were bonuses in this.  Gwen would owe them one.  Plus there were
worse things to do with your day than hang out with Britney and Christina.
To the band their pop music was somewhat hard on the ears, but they were
certainly easy on the eyes.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Hilary asked, interjecting herself into
things by sticking her head around the door.  She kept telling herself to
hold back and just watch them, but she couldn't help herself.  Whatever
they were doing, she wanted to know what it was.  She had always been a
very curious girl and she figured there wasn't any harm in finding out what
was up.

No one was really expecting the nosy teen to appear like that, so her
appearance took them by surprise.  They quickly recovered though.  Of all
the interruptions that could have emerged, this was the least threatening.
Besides Britney was just glad it wasn't Mandy Moore.  If it had been, she
surely would have had to pull Christina off of her.

"Hey Hilary," Britney said cheerfully, greeting the young girl with a hug.
She and Hilary had crossed paths a couple of times and Britney had always
tried to be nice to the girl.  She knew how hard it was to break into the
music business at that age and she wanted to make sure that it wasn't too
hard a road for her.

"Hey Britney," Hilary replied, returning the hug happily.  She had always
been so grateful that people like Britney had been nice to her.  That
always meant so much and it was the main reason she looked to them for
advice.

"Hey Hilary," Christina said, managing a weak little wave.  She wasn't
thrilled to see Hilary, but she supposed it wasn't a big deal.  Christina
wasn't much of a fan of the little bitches coming out of the woodwork
trying to steal her thunder, but she had heard Hilary's voice and she knew
she wasn't that big a threat to her.

"Hilary, do you know Gwen and everyone?" Britney asked.

"Ohmygod no but I am SUCH a huge fan!" Hilary squealed.  She loved dancing
around her room to No Doubt and she certainly admired Gwen.

"Hey Hilary," Gwen smiled.  "We loved your album, didn't we guys?"

"Uhhhh yeah right sure," Adrian replied after Tony and Tom elbowed him in
the ribs.

"Really?  Wow...that is like so incredible!" Hilary grinned, looking like
she was about to melt into a puddle of joy.  The fact that musicians as
talented as No Doubt liked her CD was one of the coolest things she had
ever heard.  Hilary felt like she had to be dreaming.

"Oh yeah, it's really good," Gwen said.  The truth was that she was just
being nice.  None of them had really heard the album.  A friend had told
Gwen it wasn't half bad, but she had been in no hurry to pick it up.  She
wasn't much of a fan of pop and if Britney and Christina hadn't been so
good to her in bed, Gwen probably wouldn't have listened to their music
either.

"Oooooh wow...I totally want to hug you!" Hilary squealed, wrapping her
arms around Gwen in a hug of total admiration.  She then hugged Adrian, Tom
and Tony.  Gwen shot Tom a look when it appeared he was enjoying hugging
the nubile 16-year-old a little too much and he reacted with a "Who me?"
shrug.

"So what are you up to?" Britney asked.

"Ughhhh just boring stuff with my mom," Hilary sighed.  "I think she wants
to renegotiate my deal or something.  I don't pay attention to all that
stuff.  It's totally boring.  I let her handle it.  She seems to love
that."

"Yeah some moms can be really hands on," Christina said with a roll of her
eyes.  She had seen Britney's mom in action more than once and she could
only imagine what Hilary's mom was like.  She had already heard nightmare
stories.

Christina didn't have to do much imagining, though, when Susan suddenly
appeared.

"Hilary Ann Duff!  What do you think you were doing?  Wandering off like
that!" Susan chastised sharply, grabbing her daughter's arm.  Hilary looked
completely mortified at having everything interrupted like this.

"Mom!  I didn't wander off!" Hilary contended, her face getting red with
embarrassment.  "I just wanted to see who was here!  It's ok!"

"It's not ok!" Susan shot back.  "Something terrible could have happened to
you!"

"It's ok Mrs. Duff, she was safe, she was just hanging out with us,"
Britney said.  "We were having a good time."

"Well you're coming with me now young lady," Susan said, beginning to drag
the 16-year-old away.  "Your sister has an audition in New York and our
plane leaves in two hours."

"Awwwwwwwww mommmmmmm...why do I have to go?  I want to stay here and hang
out with Britney and Christina!" Hilary pouted.  She hated when her mom did
this.  Here she was hanging out with totally cool people and her mom was
treating her like a kid.  It was sooooo embarrassing.

"You will go because I don't want to leave you alone in the house," Susan
declared.  "Now let's go young lady!"

"Mom!  I don't want to go!" Hilary insisted.  She wasn't going to let her
mom push her around anymore like this.  She was sick of it.  "Can't I stay
home alone?  For God's sake I'm totally almost 17!  I can stay home alone!"

"I am not leaving you alone, who knows what trouble you could get in?"
Susan replied as everyone else shifted around, uncomfortable at having to
witness the mother/daughter argument.

"I am so not going to get into trouble!  Please mom!" Hilary pleaded.  "You
have to let me!  It's just one night!  Please!  Please!!  Please!!!  I can
totally do this!  I won't do anything crazy or get into trouble!  I
promise!"

"Hilary, this is not going to happen!" Susan held firm, but then she saw
Hilary's eyes start to well up.  She recognized this trick.  She had seen
it too many times from her daughters.  Hell she had used it herself on so
many occasions growing up and even though she could recognize it, she was
powerless against it.  The last thing she wanted was the rumor going around
that she had raised a crybaby.

"Alright Hilary," Susan grudgingly acquiesced.  "But I am going to be
checking in with you every hour.  If I found out you went driving or had
some party or something you will not see daylight for the next six months!"

Yeah right...fat chance of that, Hilary thought to herself.  She knew her
mother wasn't going to put her career on hold so she could be grounded.
Hilary didn't betray that confidence, though.  Instead she chose a
different emotion.

"Thank you mommy!" Hilary giggled as she hugged her mother.  "I totally
will be good.  I promise.  I'll have the driver take me home and I won't go
out!  Swear!"

"You just make sure you don't do anything stupid Hilary," Susan said before
kissing her daughter's cheek and beginning to walk away.  "I will be
checking in on you.  And don't bother these people too much.  They're very
busy I'm sure.  You get home soon!"

"Thank you mommy!" Hilary repeated as she waved her mother goodbye and
began to realize that she had talked herself into having a whole day to
herself.  "I'll be good!  I promise!"

She could practically taste the freedom as her mother walked away. Hilary
knew she could do anything she wanted for once.  Now she didn't have to
worry about her mother hanging over her shoulder.  She could hang out with
cool people and have fun.  It was just what she wanted.

"So..." Hilary asked as she turned around to face Britney, Christina, Gwen,
Adrian, Tony and Tom.  "What are we doing today?"

* * * * *

And so that was how it came to pass on this day that Britney and Christina
made their debut as a duet with the three male members of No Doubt backing
them up and one of the hottest young names in music as a rapt audience
member.  Christina was worried that Hilary was going to be a drag on their
fun, but Britney seemed into having her there and Christina didn't want to
start a fight with her about it.  She wanted to make sure they were hot and
sexy and ready to blast away all competition.  Still Christina couldn't
help but wish that the underage superstar was hanging out somewhere else.

"We're not going to have any fun with her around," Christina grumbled,
figuring that anything they did would result in Hilary running off and
tattling to her mommy.

"Oh hush up," Britney replied as she and Christina changed into their
costumes together, making sure each had ample time to stare at exposed girl
flesh before covering it with their skimpy outfits.  "Hilary's nice."

"Fuck nice," Christina playfully growled.  "I like nasty."

"Mmmm so do I," Britney said, grabbing Christina and giving her a quick,
but intense kiss.  "But leave Hilary alone.  She's just going to be hanging
out with us.  You won't even know she's there.  Besides, she like totally
worships us.  We could probably get her to sign with the label."

That's not all I'd like to do with her, Christina smirked, keeping the
thought to herself.  Even though she didn't want Hilary leeching off their
day, Christina had to admit that she enjoyed looking at how well the teen
filled out her jeans and sweatshirt.  Hilary hadn't been showing a lot of
skin in any of her videos, but Christina felt confident that she had a
yummy pair of tits under her clothes.  She would have loved to see how much
Hilary worshiped her.  Christina could just picture the star struck girl on
her knees getting ready to taste her first pussy.

Christina wanted that pussy to be hers, but she didn't dare mention it to
Britney.  As much fun as Christina would have loved to have with Hilary,
she didn't think Britney would be into the whole corrupting a minor thing
because of how close she was with her little sister.  Christina didn't
bring it up because she wanted Britney focused on what they had to do and
not trying to talk her out of tasting Hilary's tight little snatch.

This was one time Christina felt she was going to have to leave things as a
fantasy.  It was the only thing that allowed her to tolerate Hilary hanging
around them on a day like this.  Christina would have been willing to
suffer through a lot to score herself a little hottie like Hilary, but for
now at least she was going to have to keep her hands off.

"You ready?" Christina asked after giving her black tear away costume a
final adjustment.

"Totally," Britney grinned, giving the same adjustment to her red costume.

"Then let's go," Christina said, pushing the door of their dressing room
open and leading Britney out by the hand.

Christina's instructions had been short notice, but they had also been so
precise that it had been easy to accommodate her vision for the video.
With the money being thrown around it had been easy to secure a strip club
to shoot the video before they opened up for business.  Under Christina's
reimagining of "Addicted to Love" she and Britney were going to play
strippers competing for the attention of their lucky customers.

As the rest of the dancers moved around, the customers would be so focused
on Britney and Christina that it would be like there was no one else in the
club but them.  They would tip them with everything they had because they
were so addicted to the love the singers teased them with as they removed
piece after piece of their costumes.

It was simple, but sexy and Christina knew David LaChappelle could shoot
the hell out of it.  All she and Britney had to do was show up and act sexy
and Christina knew they could handle that in their sleep.

"Is everything set?" Christina asked.

"Wait, where do you want us?" one of the other dancers asked.  They were
going to be used for jealous reaction shots as they watched the customers
focus only on Britney and Christina.

"Mmmm my dressing room later would be great," Christina giggled, making the
dancer smile.

"I was hoping that was part of the deal," the dancer replied sexily.  "Why
else would I sign up for this gig?"

"Britney meet Taylor Hayes," Christina said.  "She's a Vivid girl."

"Was a Vivid girl," Taylor corrected.  "I'm retired now."

"Hey once a Vivid girl always a Vivid girl," another dancer interjected.

"And this is Raylene," Christina said as Britney hungrily eyed the girl's
huge tits.  They seemed ready to pop right out of her barely there costume
and, if given half the chance, Britney would have been quite happy to shove
them back in place...with her tongue.

"I like your friends," Britney coyly stated.  "Where'd you find them?"

Christina began to laugh and both Taylor and Raylene quickly joined her.

"You'll have to forgive Britney," Christina laughed.  "This poor girl has
barely seen any porno.  I need to educate her.  But I figured no tape was
better than the real thing."

"Now Chrissy, I didn't give you all those free tapes just so they could sit
under your bed," Raylene teased.  "You were supposed to show them to your
friends."

"Hey I've been busy," Christina defended herself as she encircled Britney's
waist with her arms.  "I've had other things I wanted to do."

Because anyone could have seen them standing there, Christina wasn't
blatant about what she and Britney had been up to, but her intent was
clear.  Britney began blushing, but it was a happy blush.  She could feel
Taylor and Raylene eyeing her with lust and that was something that made
her body tingle.

She certainly knew what Vivid was, but she had yet to sample their wares.
Britney had been too busy experiencing everything that girl sex had to
offer to watch any of the many porno tapes lying around.  She hadn't
thought she was missing anything, but now she began to reconsider.  Raylene
and Taylor were gorgeous and Britney could easily picture them under their
costumes...naked and sweaty as they fucked on camera.  Things only got
hotter in Britney's eyes when a third girl joined their little group.

"So what's going on in this little circle jerk?" the woman asked.  Britney
didn't have to be told that this woman was a Vivid girl.  Some things you
knew instinctively and no one had to tell her that this woman was in the
porn industry.

"Britney this is Cheyenne Silver," Christina introduced.  "Cheyenne this is
Britney."

"Charmed," the woman replied with a mischievous look in her eye.  She
impetuously took Britney's hand and kissed it.

"Hey," Britney giggled.  She was learning to really love meeting
Christina's friends.  These girls were all gorgeous and Britney quickly
found herself wondering if they were as friendly as Jenna had been.  The
thought alone had her pussy quivering under her costume.

"Now everyone knows everyone," Christina declared.  "Now we're all
friends."

"Hopefully more than that later," Taylor replied with a wink in Britney's
direction that had the blonde grinning from ear to ear.

Christina was happy to see everything was working out just like she wanted
it to.  She wanted this video to be scorching hot and have a little fun in
the process.  It had been her idea to cast porno actresses as strippers in
the video and it hadn't taken much to convince Taylor, Raylene and Cheyenne
to saddle up, especially after she had promised them the bonus of all of
her holes for their taking.

She had known Raylene for years now.  Ever since she had been turned to
girls, Christina had loved going to strip clubs and bagging herself a few
dancers.  One night she had gone to a club where Raylene had been feature
dancing and after a few drinks and more than a few lap dances, the veteran
porn star had been showing Christina everything she could do with her
tongue.

It had been the beginning of a beautiful friendship.  It was the kind of
friendship where all that mattered was how many times you could make each
other come and Raylene had been happy to introduce Christina to her fellow
Vivid girls who were seeking the exact same kind of friendship.  Now, even
though all three had left their active porno careers, they had been happy
to join Christina for the day, especially if it meant having a crack at
Britney too.

Britney was having the same thoughts they were.  She was feeling very
tingly right now thinking of the fun she and Christina could have with
these sex goddesses.  Now Britney was feeling an aching horniness right
before she went to shoot the sexiest video she had ever done.  That was
probably just what Christina had wanted.  Christina always thought of
everything.

Out of the corner of her eye, Britney saw a camera crew walk inside the
studio.  Christina gave them a friendly wave and beckoned them to come
closer.

"Chrissy, what'd you do?" Britney asked as the woman reporter got closer.
She was gorgeous with a fresh young body that seemed to be begging to be
used and abused in the best way.  Her dark hair with blonde streaks framed
an angelic face.  Britney didn't have to be introduced to this girl.  She'd
already met her and had lusted after her since the first time she'd set
eyes on her.

"Hey Christina, where do you want us to set up?" Maria Menounos asked.

"You can set up anywhere," Christina replied before turning to Britney and
smiling.  "I thought it couldn't hurt to have an Entertainment Tonight
camera crew here to record the behind the scenes stuff.  You know...get
some extra publicity.  Plus I know you like Maria."

Britney blushed again, wondering what Maria's reaction would be if she only
knew how much she liked her.  Christina really had thought of everything.

"Ok...now that everything's set, let's shoot this fucker!" Christina
laughed.  She could feel it inside her without a doubt.  This video was
going to be fucking unbelievable!

* * * * *

"No way!  You are going to be there and I am not taking no for an answer!"
Alyson Hannigan said into her cell phone as she walked down the streets of
Los Angeles.

"You know I want to come Aly," Charisma Carpenter replied on the other
end. "It's just that it's so hard to just slip away now.  I have to get a
babysitter and I have to do it without Damian finding out.  It's not easy."

"No excuses," Alyson insisted.  "You are going to be there Ms. Carpenter.
If this is going to be Sarah's last night of freedom then I want her to
remember it every day for the rest of her life.  I have planned this party
down to the last detail and your presence is required.  C'mon, isn't Sarah
your friend?  Didn't you like having fun with her?"

"God Aly, guilt trip much?" Charisma sighed.  "I want to go.  Mmmmm you
have no idea how much I want to go.  It's just that it's not easy to slip
away."

"I have faith you can pull it off," Alyson smiled.  She didn't think it was
such a bad thing to be twisting Charisma's arm in this case.  The reward
was totally going to be worth it.  "C'mon baby, it wouldn't be the same
without you.  You're going to miss the greatest party ever if you don't
show."

"Ok, I'll be there," Charisma finally said.

"Yay!" Alyson laughed.  "Ok, I'll make sure you get all the final details
about the when and the how.  Oh Charisma, it's going to be unbelievable!
You're going to have so much fun!"

"I know I will," Charisma replied.  "If it's anything like what happened at
your house...mmmmm....I can't wait to see what you've got planned."

"You'll love it," Alyson promised.  "And remember if you talk to Sarah, not
a word about this.  I want it to be a total surprise to her."

"I won't say anything," Charisma swore.  "I gotta go Aly, the baby's waking
up."

"I'll talk to you soon sweetie," Alyson said before ending the call.  She
was supposed to be in a meeting that morning going over casting and scripts
for her new sitcom, but Alyson's thoughts were far from her career at that
moment.  Career could wait, Alyson had a bachelorette party to plan.

Alyson certainly wasn't in favor of Sarah marrying Freddie and throwing her
life away, but she didn't want to stop her.  Sarah was her best friend and
if this was what she wanted, then Alyson was going to support her.  But
that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun first.  Alyson wanted Sarah to
go into her marriage knowing that Freddie could never please her the way
another woman could.

She had been working with Rose in setting this party up for months.  Alyson
had been the driving force.  She wanted to give Sarah one last night of
singlehood that she would always remember.  Already she had gotten so many
people to accept invitations and she knew more would follow.  She didn't
want this to be just another party.  She wanted this to be an epic story
that was repeated in hushed whispers by everyone who had been there.  And
if by chance Sarah had such a good time that she decided not to marry
Freddie...well that would have been a bonus.

Alyson felt her stomach growl.  She'd been in such a rush that morning,
trying to balance career with party plans, that she hadn't had a chance to
eat breakfast.  There was still time before the meeting she had to be at,
so Alyson decided to pause her walk to enter a coffee shop for a muffin and
caffeine fix.  She had barely gotten to the counter of the shop, though,
before a voice called out to her.

"Aly!" the voice said and Alyson whirled around.  She knew immediately it
wasn't just some fan recognizing her behind her sunglasses and fisherman's
cap.  It was someone she knew and that was confirmed when she saw the voice
belonged to Amber Benson.

"Amber!  Hey!" Alyson squealed, instantly overjoyed to see her former
co-star.  They shared a warm hug and Alyson couldn't help but feel tingles
shoot up her spine when she pressed against her friend's body.  She and
Amber had played lovers on Buffy, but as much as Alyson had wanted it,
things had never progressed beyond acting.  She had crushed big time on
Amber and hugging her was filling her head once again with fantasies about
getting underneath Amber's clothes.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you're here...you've got to come join us...it's
like totally amazing that you picked this place out of anywhere," Amber
smiled, grabbing Alyson by the arm and tugging her toward the back of the
shop.  Alyson wouldn't have resisted anyway, but Amber dragged her still.

"Who's we?" Alyson inquired.

"It's a little Whedonverse reunion," Amber laughed.  Alyson quickly saw
exactly what Amber was talking about.  Sitting on a couch with three big
cups of coffee on a table in front of them were Michelle Trachtenberg and
Amy Acker.

"Oh my God," Alyson couldn't help but laughing.  "Looks like I picked the
right place to stop."

"Aly!  I missed you!" Michelle replied with a broad smile, wrapping her
arms around her former co-star.  "God!  I'm so happy to see you again!  How
are you feeling?"

"Much better," Alyson answered.  "Hairs all grown back in.  You can't even
see the scar unless you're really looking.  You guys were so great with all
your cards and visiting and everything.  It meant so much...really.
Thanks."

"Hey we couldn't let anything happen to my fellow witch," Amber giggled.
"Sit down.  Sit down."

Amber patted an empty section on the couch next to Michelle and Alyson was
happy to sit next to the teenager, for less than innocent reasons.  Ever
since Michelle had returned from hiatus to the Buffy set a few years back
nicely developed, Alyson had wanted her bad.  And now fortune was
conspiring in her favor.  She didn't jump into that right away, though.
Instead she focused on Amy.

"Amy...I can't believe they cancelled the show," Alyson said
sympathetically.  "I was looking forward to another guest spot."

"Give Joss a chance...I'm sure he'll write you guys into the finale if he
can." Amy replied.  "I don't know what was the bigger blow.  Fred dying or
the show being cancelled.  I'm just a humble actress though.  This is the
one thing we can't control."

"Just when I was going to get used to your blue hair too," Alyson joked.
"I just think it sucks though.  Maybe someone will pick it up?"

"Maybe but we're not too optimistic," Amy sighed, taking a big sip of
coffee.  "Joss told us to start looking for other gigs.  Hey...maybe
someone with a new sitcom can drum me up a guest spot?"

"Count on it," Alyson promised.

"Hey don't forget about us," Michelle playfully protested.  "Amy's not the
only one who needs work.  Don't ignore the rest of us starving actresses."

"How could I?" Alyson asked, trying not to stare too hard at Michelle's
tight jeans.  It was a losing battle to her libido, though.  The more
Alyson tried not to stare, the more she wondered what kind of panties
Michelle was wearing.

God, she was feeling horny today and none of the three girls with her had
any idea how crazy they were making her.  Alyson wanted them all.  It was
so tempting to just reach between Amber and Michelle's legs and rub them
while planting a kiss on Amy's lovely face.  Alyson wouldn't have cared
what their reactions would have been.  She just wanted to fuck them and
suddenly a great idea passed through her brain.  It was so obvious she had
no idea why she hadn't thought of it before.

"Say you guys aren't leaving town anytime soon, are you?" Alyson asked
coyly, not wanting to tip too much of her hand.

"I'm not, what's up?" Amber asked.

"Well, I'm planning this big surprise party for Sarah right before she gets
married...girls only," Alyson explained.  "You know a bachelorette party.
And I was thinking it would be amazing if we could make it like a
Buffy/Angel reunion too.  Charisma is already down for it and I know I can
twist Eliza's arm too.  You guys want in?"

"Hell yeah." Michelle immediately agreed, to Alyson's complete ecstasy.  "I
haven't seen Sarah in forever and I could use a good party."

You have no idea what kind of party I'm planning sweetie, Alyson grinned to
herself as she pictured Michelle naked and surrounded by horny girls aching
for a taste of her teen flesh.  None of them knew her endgame here and
Alyson loved it.  It was going to be one hell of a surprise for them and
she couldn't wait to spring it.

"Me too," Amy replied.  "I'm up for any chance to party.  That is, if it'll
chase those unemployment blues away."

"Oh it definitely will," Alyson promised, trying to stifle the wicked grin
that tugged at her lips.  "What about you Amber?"

"Count me in too," Amber answered.  "It sounds like a lot of fun.  Where's
it at?  When's it at?"

"Details later," Alyson dodged.  "Just let me handle everything.  It's
going to be one hell of a bash.  It's going to be something no one will
ever forget."

* * * * *

Alyssa was grabbing her bag and heading for the door when suddenly the
buzzer rang.  Someone was at the gate.  Alyssa looked all around for
Michelle in the hopes of not having to answer it, she was already late, but
the maid was nowhere in sight.  Sighing, Alyssa delayed her departure and
went to the speaker box.

"Hello?" Alyssa asked, wondering who it could be.

"Hey, it's Jess," Jessica Alba replied from the other end, her voice
covered with a little static.  "Buzz me in."

"Sure hold on," Alyssa said, pressing the button to open the gate for her
friend.  Had she invited Jessica over?  Alyssa was trying to figure out why
she was here.  Not that she minded Jessica dropping in.  She was always a
pleasant diversion.  It was just that Alyssa had promised to stop by the
video set and, after hearing the concept Christina had laid out, she didn't
want to miss any of the juicy parts.

Soon enough Jessica's car drove up to the front and the smiling brunette
popped out, carrying two carry on bags,

"The rest of my stuff is in the trunk," Jessica declared.  "If you could
grab some of it, that would be great.  I really want to get settled in."

Jessica seemed to excited about this that Alyssa felt bad about having to
admit that she had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.  However,
Alyssa was direct enough to not beat around the bush.

"Ummm what's going on Jess?" Alyssa asked.

"It's move in day silly, don't tell me you forgot?" Jessica inquired as
Alyssa's eyes grew wide and she gasped.

"Ohmygawd I did forget!" Alyssa said, covering her mouth with her hand.
She couldn't believe she had done that.  Her brain had been all over the
map lately.  How could she forget something like this?

"Alyssa!  I'm totally insulted," Jessica giggled, showing that she was
anything but.  She was too excited about being able to stay for good to be
mad about something as minor as this.  "How could you forget about me?"

"I don't know," Alyssa replied, shaking her head.  "I just totally blanked
on it.  Britney and Christina have the place going crazy lately.  It
completely slipped my mind."

"Well you can make it up to me by helping me with my stuff," Jessica said,
opening her trunk.  "I didn't bring too much.  Just what I needed.  I was
going to get the rest of it later."

For too long Jessica's heart had been leading her here.  She had wanted to
stay since the first time she had experienced the bliss of what this place
could offer.  But she also had had a fiancée at the time.  She and Michael
had tried to make things work.  She loved him, but after awhile it had
become clear to her that she couldn't marry him.  Marriage was the ultimate
commitment and Jessica couldn't dedicate herself to Michael when all she
could think about was sneaking off to Malibu to be with her friends.

Trying to keep the relationship going had been too much of challenge.  They
had broken up, gotten back together and then split for good.  It had been
hard for Jessica to do that.  Michael had been a part of her life for so
long, but it was for the best.  She couldn't give him the commitment he
needed and Jessica longed to experience everything life had to offer.

And to get those experiences, Jessica knew she had to move to Malibu.  Ever
since she and Michael had broken up, everyone at the mansion had been
telling her to move in.  She had even talked to Sarah in New York and
gotten the same invitation she had gotten from Alyssa, Britney and
Christina.  It was an invitation Jessica was eager to accept and as soon as
she had set everything in order, she had packed up and closed the door on
her old life.  Unfortunately it now looked like Alyssa had completely
forgotten.

"I want to help...I really do," Alyssa said, feeling guilty about not being
able to lend a hand.  "It's just that I'm already late. I promised Britney
and Christina I'd stop by their video."

"That's ok," Jessica claimed.  "I can do it myself.  It's no big deal."

Jessica was a little hurt by no one being here on the day she had told
everyone she was moving in, but she understood it.  Everyone was busy and
they couldn't put their lives on hold just for her.  She told herself not
to let it bother her and fortunately there was some sexy assistance right
nearby.

"Don't worry Jessica," a familiar French voice purred as arms encircled
Jessica's waist from behind.  "I will help you.  I will help you with
everything."

Jessica closed her eyes and smiled as Michelle's perfume teased her
nostrils.  God, she always smelled so good.  She could feel the tickling of
the maid's long blonde hair against her neck and any hurt she had felt
immediately evaporated.

"Let your maid help you move in," Michelle urged the happy actress.  She
rubbed her uniform clad body up against Jessica, so happy to have another
sexy body in the house.  Michelle loved when there was an open door for
beautiful women here.  With Sarah, Jennifer, Love and Rose all gone,
Michelle had been looking for some variety.

"I have to give you your special welcome," Michelle said, sealing the deal
with a kiss to Jessica's neck.

"Mmmmm please help me," Jessica giddily replied.  "Help me with everything
Michelle."

Alyssa couldn't help but stare as Michelle's hands crept up to Jessica's
chest and began fondling her tits through her tank top right out there in
the open.  Michelle was never shy and that was what Alyssa loved most about
her.  She was still late, but the more she watched Michelle tease and
tantalize Jessica, the more Alyssa began to consider staying here and
lending a hand.  After all this type of task didn't look like just a one
woman task.

No, Alyssa thought to herself as a wide grin crossed her face, this kind of
job definitely needed two women.  Britney and Christina could wait.  She
had a housemate to welcome.

* * * * *

Back east, two of the mansion's original housemates were throwing the last
of their things together for their getaway.

"Are you sure we have to leave now?" Love asked.  "I mean, couldn't we stay
a little while longer?"

"We really do have to go," Rose answered.  "It's not like I wanted to walk
away from that, but if we're going to get to New York City sometime this
century then we'd better get going."

The two were back in their motel room, completely dressed and grabbing
their bags.  They had left Katie's room a short while back with the
brunette locked in a 69 with Ashley.  The two co-star's were very close now
and it was very hard for Rose and Love to walk out of that room.  They had
watched as the two had explored each other's bodies for the first time and
enjoyed both of their tongues inside their pussies all through the morning.

Ashley and Katie had been so into each other that Rose had wondered how
they were ever going to get back to the men in their lives.  Not that she
really cared, though.  In Rose's mind, the more hot women out there hungry
for pussy, the better.  They all had each other's cell numbers now and
their were already plans for all of them to hook up again as soon as they
could.

But now the day was starting to get late and Rose knew they couldn't stall.
There had already been too many distractions on this trip.  They had been
sexy distractions, but distractions nonetheless.  She and Love had to keep
their eyes on the prize this time and the prize were the warm bodies Rose
knew were waiting for them in New York.

"C'mon Love, we don't want to keep Sarah and Jen waiting do we?" Rose
smiled, tugging on her travel companion's arm.  "It's not going to be much
of a surprise if we don't get there.  Just think, what Ashley and Katie are
doing in there is nothing compared to what all of us are going to do once
we're back together."

That was all Love needed to get herself motivated for the rest of their
trip.

"What are we waiting for?" Love energetically asked as she grabbed her bag.
"Let's hit the road."

And with that they were off.  Destination: New York City.

* * * * *

Gwen often got bored shooting videos.  They were a lot of standing around
and then lip synching to the same song over and over again until you
started to get sick of your own music.  And since she wasn't even in this
video, it was even more boring for her to just be doing nothing.

As sexy as the girls were bumping and grinding on the stage and as amazing
as Britney and Christina looked stripping off their costumes and
tantalizing their audience as their song played, Gwen still was getting
restless.

Deciding to excuse herself for a bit as everyone else worked, Gwen slipped
away from the set and immediately found a nearby Starbucks.  It was like
there was an ordinance or something required there being one every block,
but Gwen didn't mind.  She could get some coffee and then head back to the
set.  After dancing like that, Gwen was sure that Britney and Christina
would be in the mood for some loving after shooting was done for the day
and that was exactly what she was thinking about too.

Gwen was confident she would be able to sneak away from her band long
enough for some fun.  After all she'd fooled them long enough.  They
thought it was her marriage to Gavin that had made her so giddy lately, but
it was all the pussy she was getting on the side.  Tony, Adrian and Tom
were none the wiser to her secret life and Gwen was going to keep it that
way.  This was her special secret and she was going to keep it that way.

She loved having this secret.  In a weird way sometimes knowing what was
going on at the mansion was even more fun than actually being there.  It
was like she was part of some sort of epic Hollywood secret that was
whispered about but never confirmed.  It was the ultimate unproven rumor
and she was right smack in the middle of it.  It was such a rush for Gwen
to know that.  It was like she was part of some great sex legend.  She was
walking the streets with one of the biggest secrets ever and no one knew
it.

But as soon as she thought that, Gwen walked into the Starbucks and found
herself face to face with someone else who shared that secret and knew
exactly what was going on.

"Ummmm hey..." Gwen stammered, at first unsure of what to say.  She had
never randomly run into someone like this before.  Someone who knew what
she was doing and had done it right with her.

"Wow...hey..." Charlize Theron replied.  She was holding a cup of coffee
and was about to leave when she had run into Gwen.  Now she felt a blush
covering her face and she had the urge to stare down at her feet.

Neither Gwen nor Charlize had any idea what to say.  They just stared at
each other, the zone of awkwardness around them growing with every breath.
Their eyes did all the talking for them, darting back and forth as if
afraid to focus.

All they could think of was Christina's Pussycat Dolls party back at the
mansion and what they had seen each other do and what they had done to each
other.  Before that party they had never met each other, but that hadn't
mattered once they had lost their inhibitions.  It had gotten pretty wild
that night and seeing each other in the daylight with clear heads robbed
both blondes of their tongues.

Time seemed to stand still around them as both girls shifted nervously,
searching for the perfect words to break the ice.  Gwen looked at Charlize
and could only think of being bent over as the actress gripped her ass
cheeks and tongued away at her pussy.  Charlize looked at Gwen and could
only think of lying flat on her back with her legs spread high and wide as
the singer pushed a dildo into her.  No one around them could possibly
picture the thoughts they shared that alternately haunted and aroused them.

"So hey...congratulations," Gwen finally said.  "I was so pumped when you
won.  I thought 'Monster' was a great movie and you were amazing in it.
You totally deserved that Oscar.  I was so happy for you."

"Thanks, I didn't do it alone though," Charlize smiled.  She felt bad about
getting all the credit when so many people had helped her with her
performance.

"Don't be modest, you were unbelievable," Gwen pushed, the ice starting to
melt around them.  They began chatting like old friends and not two women
whose only other meeting had been a naked one. They grabbed a table
together and kept talking.

"So do you bring it around with you or something?" Gwen asked.  "I mean
when I won that first Grammy all I wanted to do was show it off.  Like I
couldn't believe it was real."

"It's a little too heavy for my bag, but it's tempting," Charlize laughed.
"It's just surreal.  I can't believe I did it.  I mean when I started
acting I was lucky to be offered anything where I wasn't a topless bimbo
and now...it's just wow!  It really hasn't even sunk in yet."

"You'll have to give me some acting tips," Gwen said.  She had begun her
own acting career diving right into the deep end of the pool by working
with Martin Scorcese.  It had been fun and nervewracking all at the same
time.  Gwen didn't know if she wanted to do it again, but it had been an
interesting experience.

"I don't know what I could teach you, but maybe I'll trade you for a few
singing lessons," Charlize offered.  "I'm like a wailing cat when I sing."

"Oh I don't know, I heard you hit some high notes and you were pretty
good," Gwen mischievously replied.  She hadn't been able to help getting
flirty with Charlize.  She was just so beautiful, even sitting there in
just jeans and a simple white top.  Gwen was feeling herself get wet over
her party memories and the idea of starting some new memories.

Charlize's eyes darted back and forth nervously when Gwen said that.  She
looked to see if anyone around them had picked up on the meaning behind it.
Of course no one had.  Charlize knew she was just being paranoid, but she
couldn't help it.  The events at the party had left her
flustered...overpoweringly horny...but flustered nonetheless.

So much had happened to her since that night.  Award season had increased
her fame 100 fold and she was trying to make things work with her fiancée.
But she couldn't stop thinking about what she had done at that party and
how amazing it had felt to let go like that.  Now that she was sitting face
to face with Gwen again, Charlize was finding it difficult to resist
craving that feeling again.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about that night," Charlize admitted
with a whisper that had Gwen smiling.  "It was unbelievable."

"I know," Gwen grinned, feeling her own horniness increase.  She wanted
Charlize and she wanted her now.  Ever since she had been turned to girl
sex, she had felt cravings like this and she knew from experience how
difficult they were to ignore.

"So...what are you doing today Charlize?" Gwen asked seductively.

"Well nothing really...I...I...ohhhhhhhh..." Charlize said before beginning
to moan when she felt Gwen's foot rub against the crotch of her jeans
underneath the table.  She clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle
herself as Gwen grinned wickedly.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to them, Gwen didn't linger in her
action and pulled her foot away before someone saw what was going on.

"Would you like to spend some time with me Charlize?" Gwen inquired,
remembering the little office on the strip club set that would be ideal for
a little play time.  "I know the perfect place right nearby."

The touch of Gwen's foot to her clothed pussy only made Charlize long for
the feel of Gwen's fingers or her tongue there.  There was no way she could
refuse so all she did was eagerly nod her head.

"Good, let's go," Gwen said, grabbing Charlize's hand as she got up from
the table and pulled her toward the door.

* * * * *

After a morning of shooting, there was a bit of down time for everyone and
Raylene was ready for a break.  This wasn't her first music video, but this
one had a hell of a lot more dancing in it than her first one.  She had
done some feature dancing, but she had never liked that part of her job as
much as she had liked the fucking part.

No one really ever became a porn star just because they loved sex, but it
certainly made things easier if you did.  Raylene had always loved to fuck
and being a porn star had been a comfortable niche for her in the years she
was active.

Now she was done with that, at least for now.  In this industry a comeback
was always a call from the bank away.  Just ask Marilyn Chambers or Ginger
Lynn Allen.  But right now Raylene was done with porn and wanted to
concentrate more on building a music career.  Keeping herself tight with
Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears was a good way to start and that was
another reason why she had been so eager to take this gig.

So after grinding and writhing on stage and shooting the camera come hither
looks for shots to be interspersed with Christina and Britney doing their
strip show, Raylene was happy for some time to chill.  Her costume
consisted entirely of a black vinyl bra and a thong, but she was used to
hanging around a set like this.  In fact it was weird to even be wearing
anything.  If appearing in movies had done anything to her, it had made her
completely at ease with being naked while everyone around her was dressed.
With porn movies, crews quickly got jaded about everything.  There was only
so much naked flesh to see before it started to numb you.

As she walked around, looking for Cheyenne and Taylor, Raylene saw Britney
and Christina standing side by side and doing an interview with that
Entertainment Tonight girl...Maria something.  Raylene couldn't remember
her last name, but really didn't care.  All she cared about was the fact
that the girl looked as fuckable in person as she did on television.

"We want this to be the sexiest video ever," Christina declared as the
cameras rolled.  "Everyone seems to be trying to pull back as quick as they
can today, but we want to push the envelope further.  This is who we are.
We're sexual women and we aren't afraid to show it."

Raylene shook her head and smiled as she overheard that.  Life was strange.
She was trying to break out from porn and become a singer and Christina and
Britney seemed like they wanted to do the exact opposite.  Porn stars
wanted to be pop stars and pop stars wanted to be porn stars.  Funny how
things went sometimes.

After a bit of searching, Raylene quickly deduced where her two Vivid
alumni had gone off too.  There was an office right off the set.  It was
probably the club manager's or something, but whatever it was, it was the
perfect place to chill.  Raylene could hear their chatter and when she
walked through the open door she found Taylor and Cheyenne passing a
cigarette back and forth.

"Hey girls," Raylene said, closing the door behind her and taking a seat on
the leather couch next to Cheyenne.  "Is this the regular kind of smoke or
the fun kind?"

"Just the regular unfortunately," Taylor replied.  Raylene considered
things for a moment and shrugged, taking the cigarette from Cheyenne and
helping herself to a drag from the cancer stick.

"God I haven't done this in awhile," Cheyenne said, stretching herself out
on the couch in a most feline of manners.  "I'd forgotten how much dancing
gets me worked up."

"I hadn't, why do you think I signed up for it?" Taylor laughed.  "I needed
the thrill.  God, you have no idea how hard it is for me to get laid these
days.  I feel like getting back into movies just to get me some cock.  I
mean I guess 'ex-porn star' isn't the best job to have when looking for a
man, but I'd settle for a quickie in the back room of a bar or something."

"Well how about a quickie in the back of a strip club?" Cheyenne asked, a
grin tugging at her lips.

"Mmmmm I thought you'd never ask," Taylor replied before smothering
Cheyenne's lips in a passionate kiss.  Being bisexual was almost a
necessity for women in the porn industry, but none of them had ever had any
trouble getting into it.  For the girls at Vivid, offscreen sex between
them was even more common than onscreen sex.

"Excuse me?  Forgetting about someone?" Raylene playfully demanded.

"Not at all, join in baby," Cheyenne offered.

Raylene then stubbed out the cigarette in a handy ashtray and did just
that, pulling herself into the kiss and adding her lips to the mix.  This
was just the kind of break she was looking for.

"Mmmmmm I missed you guys so much," Taylor moaned as Cheyenne and Raylene
opened her robe to reveal her topless state.  They latched onto their
friend's bare tits and sucked away as eagerly as if there had been a camera
rolling.

"Then you should return a fucking cellphone booty call once in awhile
bitch," Raylene giggled before sucking hard on Taylor's already rock hard
nipple.

"Ohhhhh fuck...whatever...just don't stop," Taylor dreamily moaned as
Raylene licked one nipple and Cheyenne rubbed the other with her thumb,
making it swell even more before she began getting it wet with her horny
tongue.

Raylene's hand was starting to rub down Taylor's stomach toward her
costume's bottoms, when suddenly the door flew open.  The girls flew up
from their positions in surprise but quickly relaxed.

"Oh shit...sorry!" Gwen gasped.  "I...ummm...didn't know this room
was....that you were in here...I..."

The three veteran porn actresses eyes zipped over to see that Gwen was
holding Charlize's hand in a manner that was more than platonic.  Their
instincts told them what was going on and it took but a mere fraction of a
second for them to decide what to do about it.

"Don't worry baby," Raylene said, striding over to Gwen and Charlize.
"This party is just getting started."

"No it's ok...we'll just leave..." Charlize replied.

"Uh uh...no leaving..." Cheyenne said pulling Charlize into her arms and
hugging her waist.  "We all want the same thing."

Gwen tried to say something, but as soon as she did she found Taylor
kissing her lips and her tongue being sucked into the porn starlet's mouth.
The singer knew it was useless to pretend she wasn't into girls.  Taylor
had been one of the girls at the party that night.  They hadn't hooked up
or anything, but she had seen Taylor and she was pretty sure Taylor had
seen her.  Any attempt to hide that would have been silly.

After reaching over to lock the door, Raylene turned her attention right to
Gwen and Taylor.  She pulled herself into their kiss and let her hands roam
all over Gwen's body in her long skirt and silky top.  It was a loose
outfit and Raylene could feel the singer's squirming body underneath it.
She and Taylor let Cheyenne play with Charlize all by herself.  They knew
that their friend's ultimate fantasy was coming true.

"Mmmmm I've wanted you for so fucking long," Cheyenne groaned in between
kisses all over the stunned Charlize.  She couldn't believe that Charlize
Theron was standing before her.  She had always thought she was so
beautiful and had dreamed of being with her in the "Which celebrity do you
most want to fuck?" way.  She had never really thought it was going to
happen, but here Charlize was.  She was even more beautiful in person and
Cheyenne was not going to question this twist of fate.  She was just going
to act on it.

Charlize was too amazed to move.  Just a few minutes ago she had been
getting coffee and nothing more.  Then Gwen had brought her here and now a
strange woman was kissing and caressing her body.  Charlize had no idea who
Cheyenne was, but she did know she liked the feel of her lips.  Her kiss
was so practiced and sexy and, despite, the suddenness of all of this,
Charlize wasn't finding many reasons to not surrender to Cheyenne's touch.

As Cheyenne worshiped her celebrity crush with kisses, Gwen found herself
up backed into a corner of the office with Taylor and Raylene.  Gwen was a
little taken aback by this and she felt an urge to pull herself away.  The
two porn stars were so aggressive that it made Gwen uncomfortable.  No one
at the mansion had ever treated her like this.  She had just wanted to be
alone with Charlize and now she had two pairs of hands positively pawing
her through her clothes as they kissed her all over.  It wasn't that Taylor
and Raylene weren't sexy.  It was that they were coming on so strong.

"No...stop...let...let me go..." Gwen said, attempting to wiggle free
herself from their embrace.  But Raylene and Taylor were having none of it.
They knew no meant no, except when it meant yes.  And, to their ears,
Gwen's "no's" really meant "I need some convincing...don't stop."

Raylene silenced Gwen's talk with a passionate kiss while Taylor held the
singer from behind, her arms encircling her waist while her bare tits
pressed into Gwen's back.  Taylor's robe was open and barely hanging off
her shoulders as she held Gwen and kissed her neck, making the blonde moan
despite her reservations.

Taylor's hands pushed up Gwen's top and she squealed in happiness when she
found nothing but bare flesh underneath.  Because of her small breasts,
Gwen rarely wore bras and her reluctant moans increased as Taylor began to
play with her nipples.

"Ughhhhh...no...don't...stop...I don't...ooooooooh yessssss...mmmmm..."
Gwen groaned, her words showing her growing arousal along with her conflict
about this.

"Don't fight us," Raylene advised between kisses.  "We just want to fuck
you.  I can see you like fucking girls.  Trust us.  We're pros.  Let us
work this tight body of yours over baby."

Gwen's efforts to resist grew even weaker when Taylor bent her over against
the couch and began to unzip her long skirt.  It puddled down around her
feet and showed the blue panties that clung to her body.  Gwen just wanted
them to slow down so she could get a grip on this, but there was no
slowing...only acceleration.  Raylene kissed her and groped at her tits
through her top as Taylor gripped her ass through her panties.  Gwen just
closed her eyes and moaned again.  It was like there were hands all over
her...groping and fondling her like she was a piece of meat being
inspected.

Raylene and Taylor then shared a kiss of their own and switched places.
Now it was Taylor's turn to explore Gwen's lips and she kissed them like
with a hungry desire, like she was a step away from just devouring her
body.  Raylene pulled Gwen's top up to expose her tits and the singer
didn't resist as Taylor went right for them.

The porn star was quickly sucking the hard nipples and slapping Gwen's
tits, making the small mounds jiggle before she spit onto them, her saliva
dripping down to her pink nipples and coating them in desire.

Gwen felt like they were treating her body like a whore's, just a hunk of
girl flesh for their raging desires and the more she felt it the more she
liked it.  She was always so in control, even when she was letting her
desires free.  This was the ultimate surrender for her and she moaned
again, picking herself up from her leaning position and falling back into
Raylene's arms as Taylor got a better position on her tits.

Taylor yanked Gwen's top all the way off her head and feasted on the flesh
she had at her disposal.  She had her mouth all over Gwen's firm tits,
sucking and licking them, even biting on her nipples.  Gwen's moans
continued as Raylene gripped her tightly, not letting the slender singer go
anywhere.

"That's it...let us fuck you," Raylene purred into her ear.  "Give us this
body.  You're going to love every fucking second of it Gwen.  We know just
how to make girls like you scream and cream."

"Ughhhhhh yessss...make me scream..." Gwen hissed through gritted teeth.
She had no fight left.  Just horniness.  "Make me fucking cream!"

Grinning, Taylor pulled away from Gwen's breasts and fell down on her
knees, lining her face up perfectly with Gwen's panties.  Taylor's tongue
shot out to taste the growing wet spot.  Even after she'd seen her at that
party, she'd never figured she'd be doing this to someone like Gwen
Stefani, but she wasn't the first celebrity Taylor had tasted and something
told her she wasn't going to be the last.

"Mmmmm these things have got to go," Taylor said, yanking down Gwen's
panties and taking a long whiff of her aroused scent.  "Now this is what I
want!"

Gwen's cry of wanton desire as Taylor's tongue pushed into her cunt and
began lapping away, was barely registered by Charlize.  She was too busy
trying to stop her head from spinning.  This had started out like such a
normal day.  But ever since she had run into Gwen, she had been in a horny
daze.  It was like she was no longer in control of anything anymore.  All
she had was the desire for girlflesh.  She didn't even know the name of the
sexy girl who was all over her, but she didn't care.  She just didn't want
her to stop.

"I've wanted you for so long Charlize," Cheyenne moaned as she kissed all
over the Oscar winner's face.  "God, I've dreamed about fucking you so many
times.  I never thought I'd be able to do it.  Mmmm I just want to eat you
up.  I want to lick that sexy pussy and make you come all over my face and
then do you again.  I want to be your fucking slave baby."

She was beyond words right now but Charlize happily moaned at the thought
of this sexy woman serving her needs like an obedient, pussy hungry slave.
She was so beautiful.  Charlize lusted after this mystery woman and her
long sandy brown hair and slim, tall body.  She was so firm and tight
looking.  She could have been a model, but there was nothing tight about
her soft face.  She had such fair skin and Charlize couldn't help but reach
up and caress Cheyenne's cheeks as they kissed, stroking her soft skin and
loving in.

"God yesssss...touch me," Cheyenne requested.  "I've dreamed about you
touching me everywhere.  Let me fuck you Charlize.  Please say I can fuck
you.  I want to hear you say it."

"I...I...I don't...ummmmmmmmm yesssss...don't even know your name,"
Charlize admitted as the porn star nibbled on her neck.

"Cheyenne...call me Cheyenne," she replied.  She considered asking for
Charlize to use her real name, but this was sexier. It was like making a
porn movie.  AVN winner fucks Oscar winner. It was too good to pass up.

Charlize knew she had a chance to back out here.  If she wanted to run, she
could.  But she knew that wasn't what she wanted.  The spark that had been
lit in Malibu was once again a raging fire and there was only one way to
put it out.

"Fuck me Cheyenne..." Charlize groaned.  "Fuck me baby!  Make me come!"

Since first joining the industry, Cheyenne had pretty much fulfilled all
her fantasies.  Some had been worth the effort...others had been epic
disappointments.  But there was nothing disappointing about hearing
Charlize Theron say those words to her.  Cheyenne had never heard a sweeter
sound in her life.

Cheyenne's hands trailed down Charlize's back and toward her ass.  She
squeezed the beauty in blue jeans, cupping her ass and holding her tight.
Their lips met again and Charlize offered no resistance when Cheyenne began
sucking on her tongue.  The longer the kiss lasted, the more Charlize
wanted it and when Cheyenne finally pulled away, Charlize stuck out her own
tongue to lick the porn star's lips and flicker against her tongue.

"You are so unbelievably beautiful," Cheyenne moaned before moving in for
another kiss.  She couldn't stop kissing Charlize, fearing if she paused
she would wake up from a dream.

"So are you," Charlize replied, before bringing Cheyenne for a kiss of her
own.  "I love your body."

The two leggy women kissed each other, their bodies rubbing together as
their arousal grew and grew.  They could hear Gwen's moans from across the
office, but they only cared about each other.  Soon Gwen's sounds were
completely forgotten as Charlize began heavy moaning of her own.  Cheyenne
reached down and popped open the button for Charlize's jeans and just slid
her hand inside, past her panties, to get at the wet delights beneath.

Gwen didn't care if anyone outside the locked door could hear her.  She
wanted this.  She wanted to be fucked by these porno stars.  She didn't
recognize Raylene, but she assumed that was what she was.  Not that it
really mattered.  She didn't care what she did for a living as long as she
didn't stop holding her and playing with her tits from behind as Taylor
gave her the attention she craved.

"Yeah!  You like that, don't you nasty girl?" Taylor grinned as she pulled
away from Gwen's pussy and gave it a hard smack.  "You wanna get fucked!"

"Yessssss...fuck me!" Gwen cried, the sensation of Taylor's hand sending a
lightning bolt of pleasure up her spine.  "Fuck my pussy!  God your tongue
felt so good!  Lick me!  Slap me!  Do it all to me!  Just fuck me!"

Taylor pushed her face back into Gwen's cunt, licking her furiously as her
hand spread her lips open.  Gwen's pink folds were open to her hungry
tongue and Taylor didn't waste her opportunity to taste some celebrity
skin.  Her tongue licked every inch of pussy she could get at.  Gwen's
juices delighted her tastebuds and Taylor started tonguing faster, making
Gwen writhe in ecstasy under Raylene's sexy embrace while the woman kissed
her neck and the side of her face and rubbed her sensitive breasts.

Raylene and Taylor had Gwen on the verge of an all out horny frenzy.  She
quivered to every touch they gave her and they shared a satisfied smile.
They knew that while people turned their noses up at porn, there was
nothing separating them from who they were.  Everyone, deep down, just
wanted to be fucked.  Gwen was no exception and neither was anyone else.

Rising up from the floor, Taylor and Raylene shared a hot tongue kiss.
Raylene eagerly accepted the chance to taste Gwen's juices and she sucked
Taylor's tongue clean.  The two friends then teamed up on Gwen's tits.
Raylene curved herself around to suck on Gwen's right breast while Taylor
positioned herself at the left.

"Mmmmmmmm ooooooooh yessssss making me feel sooooo good..." Gwen moaned.
"I love it!  Fuck me!  Both of you fuck me!  Make me your little toy!"

"Show us you deserve to be fucked by us," Taylor demanded as she flung off
her robe onto the floor and stood there in only her thong.  "You gotta give
to get!"

Gwen knew she could give and right now all she wanted to do was give to
this sex goddess who had her completely under her spell.  Taylor looked
amazingly beautiful.  She had asked Christina about her after the party and
the singer had mentioned something to her about Taylor being "the porn
Cindy Crawford" and at this moment Gwen would have been willing to argue
that she was even better looking than the supermodel.

Taylor had a stunning face.  It was like she could literally be the girl
next door.  She had the innocent, but sexy face and killer body of the
cheerleader everyone lusted after. And right now all Gwen felt was lust for
her and her beautiful face and drool inducing porn star tits.  Gwen reached
out and grabbed the giggling mounds, groping the enhanced flesh and pushing
them up to her mouth where she fed on them like the tit hungry girl she
was.

"Mmmmmm yessss...suck on those big titties," Taylor moaned, her hand
playing with Gwen's hair before falling into another kiss with Raylene.
"Make me feel good and I'll make you feel fucking amazing!"

"I will!" Gwen promised.  "I'll make you feel so good!"

Gwen then went right to work on making good on her promise by sucking hard
on Taylor's breasts while she pushed a hand down her body toward the
woman's thong.  Gwen fed on her tits as she began pushing the thong down,
doing the two tasks at once quite successfully.  Her own pussy was dripping
with need, but Gwen was so into Taylor that she was able to ignore it.

"I'm going to eat your pussy now," Gwen growled.  "I'll show you I can make
you feel good!"

With Taylor's thong out of the way, Gwen no longer had anything standing in
her way.  She crouched her body down, naked save for her sneakers and socks
and pushed her face right into Taylor's pussy.  Her hungry tongue found its
mark with ease and Gwen began tonguing Taylor's wetness.

"Ahhhhhh fuck!" Taylor cried out in delight.  "Mmmmm she's good Ray!  She's
so fucking good!"

"Then don't hog her tongue all day," Raylene giggled.  She kissed her
friend again and they were soon in a heavy duty make out session as Gwen
went down on Taylor, determined to show these porn stars she could be every
bit as hot as they could be.  Raylene's hands played with Taylor's tits
and, after breaking the kiss with a long string of saliva, she began to
suck on them, adding her own moisture to the chest that Gwen had already
left damp with desire.

"Yessssss eat that pussy!" Taylor moaned.  "Fuck you know how to tongue a
girl!  Mmmmmm you're good baby!  Keep licking that cunt!  Just a little
more and you'll get yours!"

Raylene pulled away to take the time and admire the sight of Gwen Stefani
bare assed and on her knees while she feasted on Taylor's pussy.  Of all
the times to not have a camera.  Raylene pulled off her bra and began
playing with her own heavy tits, pressing the large mounds into each other
and rubbing them hard as she stimulated her swollen nipples.

All around her was the sound of aroused women.  Raylene didn't know what
she loved more, the moans coming from Charlize and Taylor or the wet
slurping sounds coming from the efforts of a pussy starved Gwen.

"Let me taste your mouth!  Fucking give me my juices!" Taylor demanded and
Gwen rose up and kissed Taylor happily.  Reservations were distant memories
by now and Gwen threw her arms around Taylor's neck as they kissed.

"Mmmmm yummy...now you get yours Gwen," Taylor grinned.  "On the couch
baby.  Spread that pussy wide so I can tongue it good!"

By now Cheyenne had all of Charlize's body at her disposal as she pulled
away from her saliva covered tits.  Charlize's shirt was down on the floor
and her white bra was yanked down to expose her hard nipples and tanned
breast flesh.  Cheyenne began kissing down Charlize's firm tits as the
actress fondled her own breasts.  Her panties clung to her soaked slit and
Cheyenne was on the verge of drooling the closer she got to them.

Cheyenne had already touched Charlize's pussy and the girl glaze on her
fingers was proof of how much she had enjoyed it.  Now she wanted a real
taste of her fantasy.  Setting herself down on her knees Cheyenne ran her
tongue up over Charlize's pussy lips through her panties.

"Ooooooh yesssss...more...lick it Cheyenne baby...lick my pussy," Charlize
begged as her body shivered in pleasure.

"You have no idea how wet its making me to hear you say that," Cheyenne
moaned.  She didn't bother pulling down Charlize's panties.  She couldn't
wait another second.  She yanked them to the side with her teeth and held
them in place with her hand while plunging her tongue right into Charlize's
soft folds.  Cheyenne was greeted with a rush of pussy juice over her
tongue and she greedily licked away at her new friend like she was ice
cream dripping from a cone.

"Ohhhhh God...ohhhhhhh fuck...ohhhhhhhh my gawwwwd!" Charlize panted.  She
was still a little nervous about being with this girl she didn't even know,
but that amazing tongue Cheyenne possessed overpowered those nerves.  It
was way too good to even think about stopping.  It was what she had wanted
ever since she had left the mansion.

"Yessss tell me how much you like it baby," Cheyenne asked.  "Please...I
want to hear it!"

"Mmmm so good...so fucking good," Charlize groaned.  "Lick me!  Ohhhhh I
need to feel that tongue inside me!  You're so good Cheyenne!  Lick me
please and I'll come!  I'll come all over your gorgeous face just like you
want!"

The image of being rewarded with Charlize Theron's girl cream on her face
gave Cheyenne all the incentive she needed.  She placed her free hand on
the back of Charlize's ass, fondling her cheeks through her panties and
pulled her forward hard against her face.  Cheyenne wanted to smother
herself in pussy.  She licked away at Charlize's creamy goodness, getting
closer and closer to her clit with every tongue stroke.

Charlize flailed about, finally grabbing onto the doorknob with one hand
and a shelf with the other to keep from falling down from all the pleasure
coursing through her body.  Whoever this Cheyenne was, she was amazing.
Charlize had never felt a tongue like this before.

"More!  Please more!" Charlize begged.  "Eat my pussy baby!  God I want to
just fucking come all over you!  Fuck me with that tongue!  That hot
fucking tongue!"

Even though her hands were occupied, Cheyenne's pussy was dripping as if
she were rubbing it raw.  She loved hearing Charlize cry out her name with
desire.  She had always gotten off on knowing her lovers, male and female,
wanted her and she could hear and taste how bad Charlize wanted her.  Her
clit was so swollen and Cheyenne didn't waste anymore time.  She pressed
her lips to it and sucked hard, wanting only one thing...Charlize's orgasm.

Just as Cheyenne was tasting how close Charlize was, Taylor was feasting on
the delicious juices Gwen was giving her as she fucked her face.  Gwen was
sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide just as instructed.  Taylor's
face was buried between her legs and Gwen humped it hard, pressing her wet
pussy to Taylor's starved tongue and coating her skin in girl juice.

"Ohhhhhh fuck!" Gwen swore.  "Eat me you naughty little porno bitch!  Mmmmm
you treated me like your fucking whore but now I'm fucking your pretty
face!  Gonna cream you so good!"

"Shut her up," Taylor giggled as she pulled up for a moment and winked at
Raylene.  "She's got quite a mouth on her.  I think I liked her better when
she was whining for us to stop."

"I've got you covered baby," Raylene promised as she pushed her panties
down her legs and set herself up on the couch so her pussy was right up
against Gwen's gasping lips.

"Dive in baby," Raylene laughed.  "You gotta earn your pleasure, remember?
Let's really see how good you are at this.  Eat my hot porn star pussy
baby!  Give it love!  C'mon Gwen!  Naughty girls need love too!"

Gwen nearly started giggling feverishly as the 80's "classic" she'd done
her best to forget suddenly roared back into her head in all it's cheesy
glory.  She didn't know if that was Raylene's intent or not, but Gwen did
as she was told and dove right into the glistening cunt inches from her
lips.  Licking Taylor had given her an appetite and Raylene's tasty treat
looked so good to her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gawwwwwwwwwd..." Raylene groaned as Gwen began
tongue fucking her.  She fucked Gwen's face just like she was doing to
Taylor.  The humping action had her enhanced tits bouncing up and slapping
her in the chin, just how she loved it.  Big tits were a burden sometimes,
but Raylene loved the feeling of them when she was being fucked and Gwen's
tongue was off to a great start in that respect.  Taylor was right.  The
singer did know her way around a pussy.

"Told you she was good," Taylor grinned, pulling herself away once again
with her lips coated in juice dribbling down her chin.  Gwen's pussy looked
amazing to her right then, all wet and spread open.  It was a lewd, pink
display and Taylor kicked herself for not going after her harder at the
party.  She could have had this pussy a long time ago.

Taylor began kissing all around Gwen's thighs and down her legs, tasting
the trail of juice as she began pushing two fingers inside her.  Taylor
finger fucked Gwen passionately.  She wasn't as loose as some of the other
pussies Taylor had taken her turn at, but the veteran performer knew she
could change that with a little work.

"So we're naughty bitches, huh Gwen?" Taylor teased.  "I'll show you what a
naughty bitch is."

Taylor then gathered up all her saliva and spit right into Gwen's splayed
pussy, adding extra wetness as her fingers pushed in and out of her.  Gwen
moaned in pleasure and Taylor did it again, picking up speed with her
fingers as her spit dripped into Gwen's cunt.  Taylor then did it a third
time and added another finger for good measure

"Mmmm this little snatch it too fucking tight," Taylor smirked.  "I'll have
to loosen your cunt up Gwen.  Get you all slutty and send you back to your
husband!"

Gavin was the last person she wanted to think about right now and Gwen let
Taylor know by reaching down and pinching the porn star's nipple.  Taylor
jumped a little but never stopped smiling.  She just gave it to Gwen a
little harder, fingering her tightness before moving her attention to
another, most inviting target.

"Now we're really gonna get nasty," Taylor cackled.  She had plenty of
saliva reserves and pulled Gwen up a little off the couch.  She used those
reserves to spit right into Gwen's puckered asshole.  It looked so tight
and Taylor knew there wasn't a chance in hell she wasn't going to go there.

"Ahhhhhh!" Gwen cried out when Taylor's tongue slid into her asshole.
Taylor began licking at her tight hole and Gwen moaned into Raylene's
pussy.  It wasn't her first time being taken in the ass, but Gwen hadn't
had it done that often.  She loved being taken in her pussy more and hadn't
really enjoyed anal sex before.  Taylor's tongue was changing that very
quickly and Gwen drew even closer to orgasm.

"Fuck me!" Gwen squealed, pulling herself away from Raylene.  "Fuck my ass!
Tongue fuck my hole while you finger my pussy!  Ughhhhh you're fucking
amazing Taylor!  Fuck me hard porno bitch!"

"Yeahhhh you're the fucking naughty bitch now Gwen," Taylor declared.
"Begging for my tongue up your ass and my fingers in your cunt!  Come for
me nasty girl!  Coat me in cum!"

"Mmmmmmm not till I get a taste too," Raylene said.  She pulled off Gwen's
face and contorted herself into a new position.  As Gwen lay against the
couch, Raylene covered her in a 69 position.  Raylene pressed her pussy
back against Gwen's face and leaned down for her own taste of the singer.

Taylor helpfully moved her own fingers away and concentrated on Gwen's ass,
licking and spitting into her hole until her saliva dripped out as Raylene
began lapping away at her hot juices.

"AHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!" Gwen screamed, Raylene muffling her once again.  The
feel of the two tongues inside her was incredible and Raylene's dripping
pussy against her mouth just made things hotter.  She was on the verge and
those two skilled tongues in her holes had her body tensed up and her brain
buzzing.

"She's so fucking close..." Raylene marveled before sucking hard on Gwen's
clit.  "Let's show her what a couple of porno bitches can do!"

As Raylene sucked on Gwen's clit, Taylor pulled her tongue out of the
singer's ass, giving her a moment to relax before pushing two fingers
inside her hole.  Gwen's eyes nearly bugged out as Taylor stretched her
tight asshole.  The fingers felt amazing inside her and, after one final
glorious moment of absolute tension, Gwen exploded in ecstasy.

"YEAHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMM!!!" Gwen roared into Raylene's pussy as
she came.  She creamed Raylene and Taylor as both girls lapped at her with
their tongues.  They licked away at her orgasming cunt while Taylor's
fingers filled her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Gwen exclaimed, her body tingling over
every inch from the orgasm she coated her new friends' tongues with.  But
Gwen was still committed to showing these girls she knew what she was
doing.  Even as she came, she didn't let up on Raylene.

When her orgasm faded, Gwen felt renewed energy.  She didn't linger on her
afterglow.  Instead she attacked Raylene's pussy hard.  She clamped her
hands onto the woman's giggling ass cheeks and tongued away at her.

Hearing Gwen come nearly set Charlize off as well, but she held on.  She
didn't want to come yet.  She didn't want Cheyenne to stop.  Charlize kept
gripping onto the doorknob and the shelf with all she had as intense
sensations filled her body.  Cheyenne now had two fingers inside her pussy
while she concentrated her mouth on her clit.

"You are so beautiful," Cheyenne moaned in between sucks.  "Your pussy is
amazing!  You're even hotter than I ever dreamed you'd be!  I want you so
bad baby!  Come for me Charlize!  Don't hold back!"

The porn star then went back to sucking Charlize's clit, drawing it out
with her lips and sucking hard on it, while her fingers plunged into her
wet snatch.  Charlize's cum coated her fingers and that just made it easier
for Cheyenne to fuck her.  She worshipped her lust object's pussy with her
mouth, sucking her clit with love and energy.

"Ohhhhh gonna come!" Charlize mewed.  "More!  I'm so fucking close!
Ughhhhh make me come!  I need you to fucking make me come!"

Charlize had every sensation that her pussy craved.  She was being
penetrated and her clit was being tended to.  There was nothing else a girl
needed.  Cheyenne's mouth and fingers made her feel so filled, like there
was nonstop stimulation in her pussy.  Charlize had ached for the sensation
of another woman's touch and now she was getting all she wanted and more.

She looked down and saw Cheyenne staring up at her with soft, sexy eyes
while her mouth was pressed right to her pussy.  Charlize cried out and
felt her body tense up in the sure sign of orgasm.

"Ahhhhh!  Yesssssssss here it fucking comes!" Charlize cried.  "All over
your beautiful face!"

Words then left Charlize as she began to come.  All she could manage was
yelps and screams that she did her best to muzzle with her hand.  She
reflexively let go of the shelf and clamped her hand over her mouth to
cover her screams of ecstasy.  Her whole body seemed to shake as she came,
humping against Cheyenne's face.  Charlize felt like she might burst from
the pleasure coursing through her body and it just got better, rising and
rising as Cheyenne kept sucking at her clit.

If Charlize was in heaven from her orgasm, then Cheyenne was right beside
her from being able to taste that release.  She had never really thought
this fantasy would come true, but this was no dream.  Charlize's cream was
as real as anything she had ever tasted.  She wanted it all over her face.
Cheyenne wanted to soak herself in Charlize's cum so she would never be
able to forget this.  She wanted to remember this taste forever.

Cheyenne kept her lips tight on Charlize's pussy, sucking out her cum and
prolonging her pleasure as her fingers remained inside her.  The tight
walls of her cunt clamped on her fingers, forming a tight, pink vise that
Cheyenne loved being trapped in.  All the while her eyes remained focused
upward, staring at Charlize while she came, loving the looks of pleasure on
her face.  Cheyenne loved knowing that she gave her that pleasure...that
she had made Charlize Theron come.

When Charlize had finally had enough, Cheyenne pulled away and stood up.
She and Charlize slipped right into a loving kiss and Charlize's hands
eagerly began rubbing Cheyenne through her costume.

"That was amazing..." Charlize moaned.  "And now you get a big reward
baby."

Raylene was still lying on top of Gwen, pressing her pussy to her face as
the singer excitedly licked away at it.  She stabbed her tongue into her
new friend's pussy, relishing the taste and getting off on knowing she was
making this porn star feel good.  It also helped Gwen that she had a horny
Taylor moaning in her ear, egging her on.

"Yeahhhh fuck that pussy with your famous little tongue Gwen," Taylor said
hotly into Gwen's ear.  "You're the nasty porno slut now bitch!  Lick that
cum up!  Get it all over your fucking face!  Make my friend come!  You're
such a sexy little pussy licker Gwen!  Eat her out!"

Gwen loved the hot, intoxicating juices Raylene was feeding her and she
worked her over with her tongue the best she knew how.  Raylene was fucking
her face with gusto and Gwen was sitting back and taking it all.  She was
back to being the one being used and it was only making her pussy wet
again.  If Taylor was like the sexy cheerleader, then Raylene just oozed
carnality.

She was like the girl you know who just loved to fuck and didn't care who
knew it.  Gwen was gaga over her body.  Raylene's implants made her tits
shake with just the slightest contact and her body was so curvy in all the
right places.  Gwen felt like a complete twig underneath her.  Raylene
wasn't shy about her pleasure, crying out in ecstasy and grunting like a
madwoman as Gwen tongued her twat.  Gwen loved hearing Raylene's sex cries
and it made her want to try something she'd never done before and return a
favor.

Gathering her courage, Gwen pulled her tongue away from Raylene's pussy and
used her hands to spread open her ass cheeks.  Raylene's asshole was so
close to her tongue and, before she could talk herself out of it, Gwen
pushed her tongue over it, teasing the puckered hole.

"Yesssssssssssss tongue my ass!  Tongue fuck my ass!" Raylene groaned as
her eyes tilted back.  She loved being fucked in the ass and though Gwen
was shy about it, and therefore no match to the other girls who had done
this to her, Raylene still got off on it.  She loved the feel of a girl's
tongue in her ass.  It was so fucking nasty and it just made her cunt drip.
She could feel her orgasm getting closer with every lick Gwen took.

"Fuck it!  Fuck that hot ass!" Taylor chimed in, spanking Raylene's cheeks
as Gwen tongued her.  "Show me how nasty you can get Gwen!  Not such a
fucking pretty celebrity princess anymore, are you?  Now you're tongue
fucking like a pro!  You're just a naughty girl like us!"

Gwen loved hearing it.  She was getting off on Taylor's words and it made
her crave pussy.  She moved away from Raylene's ass back to her pussy.  She
lapped away at the creamy pink folds and then shoved her tongue back into
Raylene's ass.  Gwen moved back and forth, tonguing both of Raylene's holes
like a pro, letting her own horny instinct and Raylene's cries of pleasure
to guide her.

"AHHHHHHHH SOOOOOOO FUCKING CLOSE!" Raylene screamed, her hand reaching
around back to grab Gwen by the hair and shove her face against her crotch.
She humped Gwen's face as she licked her pussy and then did the same when
she pushed Gwen up to her ass.  Gwen just let Raylene use her, loving every
second of it.

"Fucking nasty girl!  Make her come!" Taylor continued to urge.  "Make her
fucking come like the slut you are!  Keep licking that cunt!  Eat that hot
little asshole out!  Here!  Momma's got something for you to lick out!"

Taylor then spit into Raylene's ass.  Her saliva drooled down into her
hole, making the porn star moan and then shriek in ecstasy as Gwen
obediently jammed her tongue into her ass to lick out Taylor's spit.

"Come for her!" Taylor commanded, giving Raylene an hot kiss to her
quivering lips.  "Soak her face in porn star cum!  Make sure she remembers
what a nasty fucking bitch she is!"

Taylor kissed all over Raylene, tonguing her neck and up her face while her
hands latched onto her shaking tits and played with them.  Taylor rubbed
Raylene's jiggling flesh mounds together, making her pleasure grow as she
face fucked Gwen.  The singer's tongue was buried back in her pussy and
Raylene rode her with all the energy she could muster.  Gwen licked every
drop of girl up and when she began stabbing against Raylene's clit with her
tongue, there was no more holding back.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!  YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Raylene in a sound that
was part scream, part grunt and all ecstasy.  She came like an earthquake
hit her body and no doubt more than a few passers by heard her cries as she
soaked Gwen's face in her essence.

As Cheyenne had hoped, Charlize was quite the enthusiastic pussy licker.
In her fantasies, Charlize had always gotten her off so hard and she was
well on her way to doing so in reality.  Cheyenne's costume had been so
easily stripped away and now the porn star was gloriously naked as she bent
over and pressed her pussy to Charlize's horny mouth.  Cheyenne cried out
in pleasure as her lover licked her, her long hair falling in her face.
Cheyenne didn't bother pushing it away. She didn't care about it.  All she
cared about was the pleasure Charlize was giving her.

"Mmmmmmmm oooooooh lick it Charlize...mmmmmm lick my wet pussy!" Cheyenne
groaned.  She was playing with her own firm tits as she rode Charlize's
face.  She was on her knees with Charlize right under her and this gave
Cheyenne an amazing view of Taylor as she pulled Raylene away and began
fucking Gwen's face.  Seeing the sexy show her friends were putting on made
Cheyenne wetter while she rocked herself back and forth on Charlize's face.

The taste of another woman was just as good as Charlize had remembered it.
She hadn't felt any nerves about going down on Cheyenne, no matter what she
did for a living.  Her pussy was still tingling from her orgasm and anyone
who made her feel that good deserved a reward.  Charlize didn't care who
they were.  All she wanted to do was make Cheyenne come.

Charlize rubbed her new lover's smooth, toned ass while she ate her.  She
loved the touch of Cheyenne's soft skin.  She just wanted to touch her all
over and caress every inch of naked flesh.  But she could do that later.
Right now there was a wet pussy rubbing against her face and that took
precedent over all else.

Sliding her tongue over the wet spread slit before her, Charlize indulged
in the taste of Cheyenne's juices.  They could hear the eager sounds of
Taylor crying out for Gwen to tongue fuck her, but Charlize and Cheyenne
were still solely focused on each other.  Charlize licked away at the sweet
girl honey Cheyenne was giving her and hungered for more.  She had been so
horny for another woman and now she finally had what she wanted.

"Lick me...ohhhhhh that's it baby..." Cheyenne sighed happily, her eyes now
shut as her body filled with pleasure.  "Lick that pussy dry!  You like it
don't you?  Mmmmm I can tell.  Ooooh I can tell you love eating pussy
Charlize!  Make me come baby!  God you're so good!  Please make me come!"

"Yessssss I'll make you come!" Charlize promised.  "You made me feel so
fucking good baby!  I'll make you come so sweet!"

Charlize then pushed her face back into Cheyenne's cunt.  She nibbled so
slightly on the lips of her pussy while her tongue licked all the pink
flesh she could get at.  Cheyenne was so wet and her pussy so sensitive.
Charlize could sense how good she was making her feel.  Her body was
shivering and Charlize licked harder, zeroing in on Cheyenne's clit and
giving it all the tender loving attention it needed.

"OOOOOOOOH YESSSSS!!!" Cheyenne squealed.  "Suck on that clit!  Yessssss
Charlize!  Do it baby!!!  Mmmmm suck my clit and make me come!"

Cheyenne had never thought this would really happen to her.  She couldn't
believe it.  She had Charlize Theron, one of the most beautiful women she
had ever seen, eating her out.  And she was doing it so well.  Cheyenne
couldn't wait to come.  She just wanted her fantasy girl to make her come.

Cheyenne's clit was throbbing for Charlize.  It was easy to find and even
easier to stimulate.  Charlize kissed it over and over again and licked it
up and down slowly, so Cheyenne could feel it all.  Charlize was tender,
but steady, making sure Cheyenne felt only the building of pleasure.  She
didn't pause for an instant.  She just kept licking and sucking until
finally Cheyenne cried out in orgasmic delight.

"MMMMMMM OOOOOOOOH!!!" Charlize exclaimed as she came with a rush against
Charlize's face.  The dancing and the act of making Charlize come had left
Cheyenne primed and ready for orgasm.  It hadn't taken long from Charlize's
talented and eager tongue to push her over the edge and she rewarded her
fantasy girl with a mouthful of hot girl cum.

"Ahhhhhhh yesssssss...fuck...ughhhhhhhh soooooooo gooooooood...sooooo
fucking good..." Cheyenne panted, still humping Charlize's face as the
orgasm pushed through her body, bathing her whole spirit in contentment.
Cheyenne hadn't felt this good in a long time.  Her fantasy had been so
much better than she had dreamed and now she wanted to give Charlize every
drop of girl juice she had.

Taylor was dripping sweat from her forehead and girl juice from her pussy
as she lay bent over on the couch.  Her ass was up in the air and her pussy
was being well attended to.  Gwen had been left with quite a hunger for
pussy after making Raylene come and Taylor was just the snack she was
looking for to finish her meal off.  The girl was clearly desperate to
come.  She could barely form words anymore and her pussy was like an oven
of lust.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmyeahhhhhhhhhhhh...." Taylor grunted, her words almost a
unending growl of lust as Gwen ate her out from underneath.  Gwen did have
a hot tongue and Taylor loved the feel of it inside her, licking away at
her clitoris.  Maybe Gwen had gotten into the wrong industry.  A pair of D
cup implants and she could have fit right in at Vivid.  Whoever had taught
her had taught her well and Taylor was grooving big time on her pussy
licking skills.

The pleasure for Taylor got even stronger when Raylene pulled herself out
of her post-orgasmic fog to help push her friend over the edge.  Raylene
had been sitting off to the side, leaning against the couch and pawing at
her still tingling pussy, but she couldn't ignore the sight of Taylor's
sexy bouncing ass, humping against Gwen's face.

Raylene knew Gwen had to be getting tired, plus she was craving a crack at
her friend too.  So why not help out with a handy tongue?  Grinning,
Raylene rose up from the floor and kissed Taylor's jiggling cheeks.  Her
kisses moved up and got more frequent as she moved in on her target.
Before Taylor knew what hit her, Raylene had spread her cheeks open with
her hands and pushed her tongue into her asshole.

"Yesssssyesssssssssyesssssssssssssyessssssssssyesssssssssss!!!" Taylor
panted, her tits bouncing as she shook in delight at the two horny tongues
working her body over.  She humped Gwen's face harder, coaxing more of that
tongue on her clit.  She knew Charlize and Cheyenne were watching them and
she wanted to make sure they saw quite a show.

Gwen was struggling to keep up with Taylor's desire to come.  She was
almost humping her face too hard and too quickly.  She kept pulling her
clit away from Gwen's tongue, just when she was about to give her more of
what she needed.  Taylor needed to calm down, but Gwen knew from experience
how hard it was to calm a woman on the verge of an orgasm.  Finally, Gwen
gave up on trying to keep up and just grabbed at Taylor's bouncing ass.

She gripped the cheeks with her hands, right alongside Raylene's, and
pushed Taylor down on her face.  She trapped the jumping bean of a porn
star against her tongue and began giving hard, wet lashes against Taylor's
clit.  The swollen pleasure center ached for attention and Gwen gave it
everything she had.  She tongued Taylor with all the energy she could
muster and it only took a few lashes to get the desired effect.

"OOHHHHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYYYYGAAAAAAAWWWWWWDDD!!" Taylor howled from Gwen's
clit licks and Raylene's assfucking hitting her simultaneously.  She shook
like electric current was being shot through her body and it all felt so
good.  Her whole body was alive...every cell bathing in pleasure.  Taylor
was in ecstasy and she didn't shy away from screaming it out.

Finally Raylene shut her up with a tongue filled kiss to her orgasming
mouth.  She made Taylor taste herself and the porn star greedily accepted
the offer, kissing her friend as she came.  Taylor screamed into Raylene's
mouth, the kiss continuing even as her body cooled down and her shaking
turned to tremors.

Gwen pulled away and gave her own lips a long, satisfied lick.  She had
porn star pussy all over herself and she loved it.  If only Tom, Tony and
Adrian could see her now.  Gwen looked over and saw the smiling faces of
Charlize and Cheyenne staring at her with lustful appreciation.  Raylene
and Taylor were still deep in their kiss, but Gwen could feel that they all
were sharing the same thought.  They all hoped that there were a lot of
days left to shoot on this video.


TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3