Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 15:56:40 -0400
From: KMB2476@aol.com
Subject: The Harem: Episode 8 6/7

Ok then, this is the sixth installment of The Harem Episode 8.  If you're
reading out of order then quite frankly you're dead to me.  If you like
what you see, please send feedback to KMB2476@aol.com



Britney bit her lip in excitement and gave in completely.  She threw her
arms around Jessica's neck and kissed her passionately, pushing the
stronger girl backward with her energy.  Britney had been so eager for sex
for so long and when she and Justin had finally done it, it hadn't been so
great.  Now Jessica was promising her total bliss and rapture.  Even if it
was with another girl, there was no way Britney was going to pass that up.

	Jessica allowed Britney to come out of her corner now that she was
confident she had her.  Unfortunately for the pair, there wasn't a bed
handy and the chairs in the room didn't look particularly accommodating to
girl on girl loving.  Oh well, at least there was a soft carpet underneath
them and, as Jessica and Britney made out, they fell onto it.

	"What about you?" Britney asked.  "I want to see you naked too."

	"Oh you'll see me naked," Jessica promised and she made good on
that by pulling her shirt over her head.  Her breasts were encased in a
violet Victoria's Secret bra and her nipples were straining against the
fabric.  Jessica grinned as she fondled her tits through her bra right in
front of Britney's enthralled face.  It looked like she was about to have
one eager student on her hands.  Jessica's nipples were getting so hard
under the fabric and she needed to release them into the open.  She then
reached around back to unsnap her bra and when she leaned forward her bosom
spilled out.

	"Wow," Britney smiled as she looked at Jessica's impressive and all
natural rack.  She'd seen other girls naked before for sure, but this was
certainly the first time she'd seen one in a sexual situation.

	"Just wait till you see my pussy," Jessica winked at Britney,
before kicking off her shoes and socks.  She then undid her own jeans and
slid them off her legs.  While she was doing this, she hooked her thumbs
into the waistband of her violet panties and took them with her.  Now they
were both naked and facing each other on the floor.  They were both
breathing hard and studying each other's nude body.  In the middle of doing
this Britney began giggling uncontrollably.

	"What?  What is it?"  Jessica asked.

	"I'm sorry," Britney replied.  "I just can't believe I'm doing
this."

	"Just relax and let me touch you," Jessica instructed as she kissed
Britney again and lay her down on her back.  Britney's tits jiggled as she
settled in and Jessica began toying with her hard nipples, pinching and
rubbing them causing Britney to moan wildly.

	"Yesssss ohhhhh yesssss..." Britney moaned.  "Play with those big
titties of mine.  Everyone talks about them.  Mmmm but you get to play with
them.  Do it Jessie!  Do it to my body just like you promised!"

	That was exactly what Jessica was planning to do and Britney looked
so sexy lying there that she even forgave her for calling her "Jessie."
Jessica kissed and licked on Britney's tits, working her nipples between
her lips and tugging on them to Britney's utter delight.  Store bought or
not, these were great tits and Jessica was definitely enjoying having them
in her mouth.

	While she was doing this Jessica's hand tickled it's way down
Britney's belly, making the apparently very ticklish Britney laugh.  She
tugged and fondled her belly piercing and rubbed over her smooth, tanned
thighs before getting right to her pussy again.  She didn't penetrate
Britney's not-quite virgin pussy, but she teased her labia and let her
wetness coat her fingers.  Judging from Britney's reaction, this was
something she liked quite a bit.

	"Ohhhh yeahhh," Britney moaned. "Just like that!  That's how I like
to play with my pussy!  Rub it harder Jessie!  Rub my wet pussy hard and
you'll have me coming in no time!"

	"Not gonna cry anymore are you?" Jessica teased.

	"Oh no," Britney vowed.  "Hell no!  Just please don't stop touching
me!"

	"You mean touch you like this?" Jessica asked as she rubbed
Britney's pussy softly.  "Or touch you like this?"  She then spanked
Britney's wet pussy hard, making a lovely slapping noise on her flesh.

	"OOOOOOOH!" Britney cried out.  "YES JESSIE!! YESSSS!!!"

	Jessica remembered how much she'd loved it when Amy did that to her
and Britney seemed to enjoy it just as much.  She spanked Britney's pussy
as hard as she'd felt Amy do it and she loved how it felt to have Britney's
hot juice covering her smooth palm.  She could feel the lips of Britney's
labia spread wide as the singer opened her legs and begged for more with
her cries.  Jessica could feel Britney's swelling clit against her palm
next and she marveled at how a girl who had been a crying mess so little
time ago could now be writhing on the floor in sexual ecstasy, her big tits
bouncing with every smack to her wet cunt.

	When Jessica felt that Britney had had enough slaps, she
repositioned her hand so she could slide her fingers inside.  Britney's
tightness highlighted her sexual inexperience and Jessica could only fit
two fingers inside her snug, pink walls.  She was able to quickly get a
steady motion and Britney began to flail on the soft carpet, her eyes being
opened to a world of sexual pleasure she had previously denied herself.

	"You like this Britney?"  Jessica demanded, her own juices starting
to run down her leg.  She hadn't even touched herself yet.  The rush from
turning Britney into a slut for pussy was too much for her.  "You like me
finger fucking you?  You like feeling my fingers in your tight, wet pussy?"

	"Oooooh yesssss I love it!  I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!" Britney cried
out.  She could get quite profane when inspired and Jessica was giving her
a hell of a lot of inspiration right now.  Besides it seemed like her
talking nasty made Jessica want her more, so Britney was planning on using
talk that could make a sailor blush.

She loved feeling those fingers in her pussy.  It felt so much better than
either her own fingers or Justin's cock.  She just hoped she'd also feel
Jessica's tongue too.  She couldn't believe she'd ever resisted these
advances.  All she wanted now was more.

	"Mmmm your tight pussy feels so good on my fingers," Jessica said
through her gritted teeth.  Her own arousal was so high right now that she
thought she might come just from getting Britney off and not giving herself
any attention.  "You're so fucking wet and hot Britney!  I love your hot,
tight pussy Britney and I'm going to fuck you until you come and cream for
me!"

	"Yesssss!" Britney urged in between thrashes on the rug.  "Fuck me!
Please fuck me!  Please please please please please please please..."

	Britney continued to beg as Jessica finger fucked her hard and
leaned down to take her first licks at the singer's pulsating pussy.  She
loved hearing Britney beg and seeing her naked body writing for more of her
attention was a turn on Jessica had to wondered whether it would ever be
equaled.  When Jessica finally did pull her fingers out of Britney's pussy,
it was only so she could better get her tongue inside her.

	"Oh holy shit!" Britney gasped, when she felt Jessica's mouth go
after her pussy.  "Yesss fucking yessssssss!!!"  She had never felt
anything as good as the feeling of that warm tongue lapping away at her
pussy and Britney knew right then that this was certainly not going to be
the last time she felt a woman's tongue inside her.

	Part of Britney still couldn't believe this was happening.  She had
felt so despondent since the breakup and now a woman was giving her the
best experience of her limited sex life.  She craned her head up so she
could have a better view and she loved what she saw.  It was just so
unbelievably hot to look down and see Jessica Alba, with her long straight
hair covering her thighs, feasting on her wet pussy.  Britney just stared
and cried out, not caring who heard her.  She didn't care if they all knew.
She loved this and she wouldn't have wanted Jessica to stop for the world.
Britney began squeezing her own tits, rubbing them hard and working over
her super sensitive nipples.

	"Oh don't stop eating me!" Britney begged even though she didn't
have to.  "Please keep eating my pussy!  Make me like you!  Make me into a
lesbian!  I wanna be a lesbian!"

	Britney still didn't seem to grasp the whole concept of
bisexuality, Jessica grinned to herself, but that was ok.  She'd just
explain it to her later.  Right now she just wanted Britney to come and to
come huge.  She wanted to feel her cream drip from her hungry lips.
Jessica was living out all her fantasies right now and she loved it.  She
was totally in control, twisting someone to her desires.  This was the
second girl in 24 hours she'd converted to bisexuality and it made Jessica
feel so good.  Now she knew why everyone at the mansion loved this stuff so
much.  It was so fucking cool to seduce straight chicks.

	Jessica continued to eat Britney out, using every trick she knew.
Jessica's experience was still limited but she hoped to soon be the
visiting the mansion again for some hands on tutoring in eating pussy.  If
Amy hadn't been a big enough prize to get her back inside, Britney sure
would be and the idea of experiencing all those hot tongues again had
Jessica giving it to Britney even faster.

	"Mmmmm ooooh Jessie you're going to make me come!" Britney wailed
in ecstasy.  She'd come from her own hands a lot and Justin had sort of
brought her off, but nothing could prepare her for this.  It had barely
started and Britney already knew that this was going to be the biggest
orgasm of her young life.

	"Please fuck me Jessie!" Britney continued.  "Tongue fuck me
Jessie!  Make my pussy come!  Make me your slut!!!  Yessss it feels so
fucking hot!!!  Ohhhh I'm getting close!"

	Jessica could tell from the growing heat of Britney's pussy that
this was indeed the truth.  Britney was getting close to orgasm and Jessica
wasn't planning on missing a drop of this girl's sweet sex cream.  She
wanted to feel this hot pussy explode against her face and then she'd see
if Britney could lick worth a damn.  Jessica's own pussy was burning with
need and she couldn't wait to press it to Britney's face and rub her
wetness all over her beautiful features.

	"Ohhhhh is this what you want?" Britney asked in a moan while she
pinched and tugged at her nipples.  "This is what you came in here after
isn't it?  Mmmmmm you wanted my hot little pop tart pussy, didn't you?
Well know you're going to get it!  You're gonna get all my sweet sugar over
your face!  Ohhhhhhh yesss you're turning me into such a fucking slut and I
love it!!!  I LOVE IT!!!"

	Every single word out of Britney's mouth was a compliment to
Jessica.  She loved how lust crazy she'd gotten this formerly reluctant
girl.  The power of pussy was intoxicating and Jessica knew as soon as
Britney got a taste of her pussy, the singer would be just as eager as she
was to lick every hot girl in sight.

	Jessica sucked on Britney's clit hard making the singer shudder.
Britney found her whole body quivering and she rubbed her pussy all over
Jessica's face.  Jessica couldn't believe how hot she was getting.  She
felt like she was turning into someone like Christina or Rose.  Someone who
could get any woman they desired.  She slid her fingers back into Britney's
juicy pussy and nibbled on the lips of her labia.  Jessica attached her
lips to Britney's and tugged on them gently but passionately with her mouth
while her fingers slid so easily into Britney.  Britney was still as tight
as she had been when they had started but her wetness just made things so
much easier.

	"Come for me Britney!" Jessica commanded right before she got her
tongue back inside the singer's pussy.  "Come for me like the naughty
fucking slut you know you want to be!"

	"Ohhhh fuck yeah!  Do it Jessie!  I am a slut!  A nasty fucking
princess slut!" Britney babbled in between her moans.  Jessica had read her
so well.  She did want this.  She wanted to be a slut.  She was tired of
having everyone criticize her and not letting her do what she wanted to do.
She wanted to be free and indulge her desires.  She wanted to be as big a
slut as she'd always heard Christina Aguilera was.  She just wanted to have
fun and this was soooo much fun.

	Britney's moans got longer and deeper and she felt a burning in her
pussy like she'd never felt before.  She felt so sticky and creamy inside
and she could tell she was on the verge of one heck of an orgasm.  It was
so close she could almost touch it and she wanted to touch it.  She wanted
to swim in her pleasure and let it cover every inch of her skin.  This felt
so fucking good that Britney wanted to experience it each day...every day.

	"Ohhhh Jessie say you'll go on tour with me and eat me out every
night!" Britney yelped happily as Jessica's tongue lashes got her even
closer.  She had meant to think that and not say it, but the brain to mouth
connection was a little frenzied right about now.  Jessica looked at her
kind of puzzled on why she'd say that, but she quickly shrugged it off and
got back to licking.  It wasn't the weirdest thing she'd ever heard a guy
say on the verge of orgasm but she didn't want to go there with them and
their various "mommy" issues.  She only wanted to think about getting
Britney off and with one last hard flicker against her clit, she got the
job done.

	Her fond wish for Jessica's presence as an on tour pussy licker was
the last coherent thing Britney was able to say before her orgasm arrived
with wet, sticky spasms.  Britney alternated between cries and gurgles as
she tried to come to terms with all the amazing sensations going off in her
brain like firecrackers.  A thousand hot pops seemed to happen at once and
she could react with only the most primal of groans while soaking Jessica's
face in girl cum.

	While Jessica lapped away at Britney's creamy sexy goodness, she
got even hotter knowing Britney would always remember this moment.  Just as
she remembered how good it had been when Love had taken her on that soft
bed, Britney would remember what it was like when she got eaten out in her
dressing room.

	Britney finally began to cycle down until she was ultimately doing
nothing more than humping Jessica's face.  Jessica helped herself to one
more long lick of Britney's cummy pussy before pulling away and getting
faced to face with the flushed and sweaty singer's face.

	"Holy moly," Britney moaned.

	"Still feeling bad about Justin?" Jessica inquired with a smile.

	"Justin who?" Britney grinned right back.

	"That's right," Jessica said.  "'Justin who?'  Now kiss me
Britney!"

	Britney eagerly allowed Jessica to get on top of her, their naked
bodies rubbing together, and kissed her passionately.  There was no longer
any hesitation on the singer's part and she was now a happy convert to the
ways of girl on girl.  She loved how another woman's lips felt on her and
her kiss with Jessica was free of any inhibition.  Britney had often tasted
herself after masturbating and now that her flavor was all over Jessica's
face, Britney decided she tasted even better.

	The kiss stayed deep and wet and Britney loved how their bare tits
touched and bumped against each other.  Britney began running her hands
over Jessica's smooth, sexy back and smiled when she felt Jessica's wet
pussy press against her body.  She'd already experienced so many new things
since Jessica walked through the door.  Did she have it in her to try one
more thing?

	"Ummm do you want me to...you know...lick you Jessie?" Britney
asked tentatively.  She wasn't sure of this, but she knew if Jessica asked
her she'd do it.

	"What do you think baby?" Jessica asked, rubbing her wetness
against Britney's body just a little bit more.

	"I think you're going to want me to lick you until you come,
right?" Britney grinned.

	"Very perceptive," Jessica said while running her thumb under
Britney's adorable chin and raising her head up to give her another proper
kiss.  After the kiss, Jessica kept Britney flat on her back and scooted up
until her pussy was right above the singer's face.

	Britney felt her fears about going down on another woman dissipate
when she got a whiff of Jessica's aroused scent.  She felt a hunger in her
begin and the more she stared at Jessica's wetness, the more she wanted to
go down on her and make her feel good.  She was just afraid she wouldn't be
good at it.  She didn't want to disappoint Jessica.  Britney wanted Jessica
to come and want to stay and be her special friend again and again.

	"Just dive in Britney," Jessica advised her after seeing the
nervous look on Britney's face.  "Just do it like you like it done to you
and you'll make me come.  Don't worry baby, there's no way you won't make
me come."

	The encouragement worked and Britney went for it.  She slowly
extended her tongue and took a quick taste of the wet treat pressed close
to her face.  For the first time Britney found herself tasting another
woman and she quickly discovered that she loved it.  Jessica's pussy was
warm and wet and Britney was surprised to find out how much she enjoyed her
sexual honey.

	Jessica began to moan from the slow tongue strokes Britney was
giving her and that gave the singer all the more reason to do even better.
She kept licking at Jessica's wet labia before slowly pushing her tongue
inside and getting the full experience of Jessica's pussy.

	"Ohhhh good girl," Jessica moaned.  "Good little slut.  Lick my
pussy like that.  Mmmm that's so nice Britney!"

	Britney almost started giggling in Jessica's pussy in response.
This was making her feel so giddy.  She couldn't believe she was doing this
but here she was naked and flat on her back in her dressing room eating the
pussy of one of the most beautiful women in the world.  If Justin could see
her now he'd just die.  He'd know what he'd given up then.  But he'd blown
his chance and Britney was now learning about all the other possibilities
that were out waiting for her and her sexy bod.

	Jessica's satisfied moans were a total turn on to Britney and she
felt her own pussy get wet again.  God, this was just getting her so hot
and she was already thinking about who else she could practice her new
pussy eating skills on.  She thought about her backup dancers.  She thought
about the hot interns at her record label or maybe even other singers she
ran into what.  Did she even dare think about seeing if someone like
Christina was interested in this?  She'd heard the rumors, but that's
probably all they were...rumors.

	But right now Britney reminded herself she shouldn't be thinking
about the future.  She should be keeping her mind, and tongue, right here
in the present because Jessica was hot and wet and in desperate need of
someone to get her off.  Britney was more than happy to do so and when her
tongue hit Jessica's clit for the first time she heard the ecstatic cry it
produced, she did it again and again and again.

Soon Britney was sucking on Jessica's clit, letting her flavor touch all of
her tastebuds.  Britney loves this.  It was like a piece of sugary bubble
gum in her mouth when she got through the hard exterior at first and the
sugar coating would just coat her tongue.  This was better than any damn
sugar and Britney knew it was going to get even hotter when she got Jessica
to come.

Jessica pushed her pussy back and forth over Britney's face, coaxing her to
do more sucking and licking.  Britney was definitely an eager student so it
wasn't hard for her to grasp the basic concepts of eating a girl out.
Jessica was definitely enjoying having Britney's mouth and tongue working
her over and she congratulated herself for another successful seduction.
Jessica moaned out her enjoyment and grasped her bouncing breasts in her
hands, lifting the left one up so she could flick her tongue at it.  She
then did the same to her right breast, letting the extra stimulation juice
up her pussy just that much more.

Britney was having trouble keeping her hands in place.  She'd always been
kind of hyperactive anyway and this was a special case.  She didn't know
what to do with her hands, except that she had to do something with them.
Britney thought about fingering herself, but she didn't want to distract
herself from licking Jessica.  So then she impulsively reached up and
grabbed Jessica's ass, letting her hands grip onto each cheek and squeeze.
It was not an action that Jessica minded a bit.

"Oh yeah Britney that feels goood," Jessica said.  "Squeeze it!  Squeeze my
tight ass while you eat me out you slut!"

Britney did as requested though she considered not doing it because part of
her really liked it when Jessica called her a slut and took control of her.
She was feeling mighty naughty right now and having someone tell her how
bad she was was a huge turn on for her.

"Do it again!" Britney moaned. The more turned on she got, the more she
licked Jessica.

"Do what?" Jessica teased in between her sexy reactions to Britney's
inexperienced, but eager tongue.  She caught onto immediately to what
Britney wanted, but she didn't want to give into her demand right away.  It
was more fun to push her a little farther.

"Tell me what I am..." Britney begged, her face shiny with Jessica's juices
and looking so needy and beautiful.  "Tell me I'm a slut.  Tell me I'm the
biggest slut in the whole wide world."

"Is that what you want to hear...slut?" Jessica said, slapping her hand
down onto Britney's pussy when she hit the magic world.  She made Britney
coo with the slap and the singer got back to making music on Jessica's
clit.  "You wanna be a lesbian so fucking bad Britney?  Then keep eating my
pussy!  Lick it up you naughty little slut!  Ohhhhhh make me come and
you'll be a lesbian slut just like me!"

Britney's satisfaction was expressed through the tongue lashing she was
giving Jessica's pussy.  Britney was reminded of the fresh pieces of fruit
that was often left for her in her dressing room, but this tasted even
better and she longed to have Jessica's flavor dripping down her chin soon.
She loved this.  She loved doing this.  She loved being a slut.

Jessica kept using the "s" word on Britney and she enjoyed the results when
that tongue continued working her pink parts over so nicely.  Britney had
so much energetic abandon in her pussy, but she hadn't quite reached the
level of "slut" yet.  Mmmm maybe she'd have Christina give her some slut
lessons soon.  Oh that would be so hot to watch.  Jessica considered
spilling Chrissy's secret right there to Britney, but she decided not to.
If Christina wanted Britney to know, she was sure she'd tell her.
Christina didn't seem to be the most subtle of sex kittens.

However, even though Jessica kept that little secret to herself, it didn't
stop her from wondering what it would be like to feel two pop tart tongues
inside her.  It was most definitely an appealing thought and Jessica
quickly found herself on the verge of giving Britney a helping of her very
own recipe of orgasmic sex cream.  She wasn't sure how Britney would react
to something like that, but there was no way Jessica was getting off this
tongue.  She did figure it was only fair to give Britney fair warning
though.

"Ooooooh Britney," Jessica declared.  "Oh baby you're making me come!  Oh
shit!  Yessssss ohhhhhh fuck yessssssssss!  I'm almost there!"

"Do it Jessie!" Britney demanded in between licks of Jessica's clit.  "Come
all over your slut's famous face!"

That was a request no sane person could refuse and Jessica's mental health
was quite fine, thank you.  Jessica's hips began to move of their own
volition, rubbing her pussy all over Britney's girl cum hungry mouth.
Jessica could feel herself creaming over Britney's smooth, tanned face and
it was such a rush.  Jessica had been so horny for so long and, now she was
finally finding true release.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jessica screamed out while riding Britney's face and
fucking her tongue.  "OOOOOOH BRITNEYYYYYYY!!!  I'M COMING YOU FUCKING
SLUT!!!!"

The orgasm she had experienced while spending naked time with Amy was
nothing compared to this.  Jessica didn't know what it was that was making
this feel so particularly good, but it might have had something to do with
the fact that one of the most recognizable faces in the world was eating
her pussy right below her.  So many people had their own hot fantasies
about Britney, but Jessica was the one who got to unlock her full slut
potential and that was such a rush to the ego and the sex drive.

For her part Britney was in ecstasy and she wasn't even touching herself.
Nothing she had ever done had felt as good as Jessica's hot girl juice
soaking her tongue and face.  She had done it!  She was making another girl
come.  Britney felt so free and uninhibited then.  It felt like nothing was
holding her back and she could do whatever, and whomever, she wanted.

Jessica's cream tasted so good and Britney's own pussy was getting so wet.
She knew she must have tasted this good too when she came and she hoped
Jessica would be willing to get in a few more licks before show time.  It
just felt sooo good and Britney reveled in the fact that she was a lesbian
now.  Did it mean she had to listen to Indigo Girls cd's and become a
vegetarian?  If it meant she'd get more of hot pussy like Jessica's Britney
was ready to do whatever it took to be part of this sisterhood.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Jessica said in one last gasp of pleasure before
rolling off of Britney's face and moving over to her side.  "Oh baby you
were awesome..."

"Thanks," Britney smiled with a slight blush.  She still couldn't quite get
a handle on all that had happened, but she was certainly glad it did.
"Ummm...Jessie...can...can we do this again sometime?"

"Of course we can," Jessica said, kissing Britney while rolling her nipples
in between her fingers.  "In fact I have some friends who would love to
meet you..."

Britney almost came again right there from the idea of not only doing this
again...but with other girls as well.  Before she could get too juicy from
the idea though, a knock came on the door.

"Ummm Britney, we heard some shouting," her manager said.  "Is everything
all right in there?"

"Definitely," Britney declared, kissing Jessica right back and loving that
her manager had no idea what was going on in here.  "Everything's great
now."

* * * * *

Once the hearing had begun Sarah found herself getting more impatient by
the second.  It seemed like this was taking forever and she felt so
powerless as she sat their silently behind the table and listened to Rick
get on the stand and tell lie after lie about her.

Rick had testified how Sarah had forced him to be her lover and come into
her trailer and go down on her every afternoon.  He had lied in the most
graphic of ways all the things she had supposedly made him do and how much
she had loved it.  He told the Judge that when he had begun to refuse her,
she had had him fired.  Hearing it all made Sarah's skin crawl and she
wondered how deep his sickness ran.  He was telling nothing but bull and it
came out of him so calmly, like it was nothing for him to just get up there
and spill whatever deluded fantasies that were in his head.

Sarah wanted to get up and scream at the Judge that it wasn't true.  She
was so afraid that the Judge was buying Rick's lies and that she was going
to believe him and not her.  Sarah tried to get a read on Judge Wright's
face, but she couldn't.  The Judge didn't betray anything about which way
she might be leaning and Sarah just wanted her to see the truth.  She
wanted the Judge to know that there was no way she'd do any of the things
he was saying about her.

At times Sarah felt Alyson's reassuring hand on her shoulder and that made
her feel good, at least until the next lie.  She had just sat their
nervously and fidgety behind the table, waiting for her turn and hoping she
could set it all straight.

Unfortunately, Sarah didn't know if she did much good when she testified
after Rick.  She refuted all his lies and only told the truth, but it was
just her word against his and Sarah wondered if Rick had been a good enough
actor to fool the Judge.  She told the Judge how Rick had made it all up
and she said how he had been the one hitting on her and she'd only had him
fired after he wouldn't stop groping her and trying to force himself on
her.  She even tried to tell about what had happened by the water fountain,
but Rick's lawyer had objected and been able to stop Sarah from talking
about anything but the specific instances mentioned in Rick's suit.

She had tried her best when she was questioned to get the Judge to agree
with her, but by the time she was finished Sarah felt even lower than she
had before.  She felt like she had failed and that in the end she was going
to be to blame for everything that had happened to her.  She felt like it
was over and just wanted to cry.  She refrained from openly sobbing when
started walking back to behind the table, but she was convinced it was
over.  His lies had been so dramatic and bold, that Sarah felt the Judge
would instinctively want to hear more with a full civil trial.  What more
could they do?

Sarah's lawyer, Ted, immediately answered her internal question with a
surprise announcement.

"We call Alyson Hannigan," Ted announced and Sarah nearly did a double
take.  Alyson crossed past her as they headed in opposite directions and
she got a look at her friend's shocked expression.

"It's ok, Sarah," Alyson whispered to her.  "I'm going to make everything
alright."

Sarah didn't know what that meant, but she knew she couldn't just stand
there gawking.  So she quickly got behind the table and watched Alyson take
the stand.

"Now Ms. Hannigan, did you on any occasion witness a conversation between
Mr. Burke and Ms. Gellar?" Ted asked.

"Yes I did," Alyson answered.  "I saw them outside her trailer one day
arguing.  He was yelling at her that he was going to bring her to court
unless she slept with him.  He said he would make up lies about her unless
she did what he wanted."

Sarah couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Nothing like that had ever
happened.  Alyson was lying on the stand.  Sarah kept her mouth shut, but
Rick couldn't keep silent.

"LIAR!!!" He shouted as he shot up from behind his desk.  His lawyer tried
to calm Rick down, but he wasn't having any of it.  "SHUT UP YOU LYING
BITCH!!!"

"Mr. Russell, please control your client immediately or else he will be
held in contempt of court!" Judge Wright declared with an angry bang of her
gavel.

"Did you hear anything more of that conversation?" Ted asked.

"Yes I did," Alyson said.  "Rick said that no one would believe Sarah and
that the Judge would go on his side because she was just a stuck up
celebrity bitch and that the Judge would want to punish her."

"STOP LYING!!!" Rick screamed.  "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!  I NEVER SAID ALL
THAT!!!"

"Marshalls, remove him!" Judge Wright commanded and two burly court
marshals quickly restrained Rick.  However he was able to slip away from
them and lunge toward Alyson on the stand before they tackled him and
handcuffed his hands behind his back.  Rick was then dragged away from the
courtroom, kicking and screaming.  Sarah couldn't believe that Aly had lied
and the dramatics that had followed.  The Judge was definitely not happy.

"I want to see counsel in my chambers now!" Judge Wright demanded as she
called a recess.  The two lawyers followed her back to her chambers and
Sarah stared at Alyson in shock from behind the table.  Alyson smiled
warmly back at her as she excused herself from the stand and calmly walked
back to her seat.

* * * * *

"Wow this place is amazing!" Gwen marveled as she took in the mansion she
was now standing in.  "Where'd you find a place like this?"

"It's just something that worked out," Jewel replied coyly.  "I didn't do
much of the finding.  It was kind of found for me and I hopped along for
the ride."

"Hmmm mysterious...you don't hear that every day," Gwen replied.  "Sounds
to me like there's one of those E! True Hollywood Stories behind this
place."

"Oh there is," Jewel said, while trying to refrain from laughing.  If Gwen
only knew the story behind this place.  Oh well, hopefully she would soon
by becoming an active participant.  "I'll tell you when the time is right."

Jewel did have seduction on the mind when she and Gwen had ended up here,
but that wasn't the only thing she was thinking of.  They had spent most of
the day together, starting with lunch and Jewel had been taken by how much
she really did like Gwen.  It wasn't just a sex thing with her.  Sure Jewel
did want to get her naked very badly and perform a variety of tongue tricks
on her body, but she also liked her companionship too.  If Jewel chickened
out here and didn't try to jump Gwen's bones, then at least she'd have the
beginning of a good friendship to fall back on.

"So when will be the right time?" Gwen inquired.  "Now you've got my
curiosity piqued."  Gwen had also been struck by how well she was getting
along with Jewel.  She had always thought she was nice, but now that she
was getting to know her, she saw the potential for a real friendship to
develop.  She didn't have a lot of good female friends within the industry.
T here were a lot of women she was friendly with, but none she considered a
good friend.  Perhaps Jewel could be a friend like that.  Jewel sure seemed
nice and after all she had listened to her prattle on throughout the day.

Gwen had ended up confessing to Jewel about Gavin.  She didn't go into
specifics, but she did give a rough outline of what had happened.  She
needed to tell someone what had gone on and she knew her bandmates would be
understanding, but there was something another woman would get more about
her situation.  She'd get more of what she needed by opening up to someone
who could better understand what was going on inside her.

"Just be patient," Jewel advised Gwen.  "I'll explain all in due time.  Let
me show you my room now."

Gwen continued to take it all in as she was given the quick tour by Jewel
on the way to the Alaskan Lights room.  Jewel had mentioned something about
roommates, but she didn't see any of them around.  It was obvious to Gwen
that something a little out of the ordinary was going on here.  Everything
just seemed like it was a tenth of a degree away from normal.  She didn't
want to pry though.  If Jewel wanted to tell her, she'd tell her.  Besides
if it wasn't hurting anyone, then Gwen thought people should just do what
made them happy.

Jewel was practically giddy as she dragged Gwen to her room.  She didn't
really have a specific plan of action here, she was just planning on
following her impulses and seeing where they led her.  She hoped her
instincts led her between the sheets with Gwen and they weren't going to be
able to do that until they actually got to her room.

"Wow!" Gwen declared when she saw Jewel's room.  The Arctic theme.  The
whirlpool.  The mirrors all over the walls.  It was so wonderfully tacky
that Gwen couldn't help but love it immediately.  It was wild and weird in
a fun way.  Now Gwen was convinced there was something weird about this
place.  But weird in a good way.

"I'm glad you like it," Jewel smiled.  "It's taken a little getting used to
but I feel at home now.  I've lived in weirder places, believe me."

* * * * *

While Jewel was busy showing Gwen around, Love was lying down on her bed
flat on her stomach with her feet kicked up as she listened to some of her
cd's and munched on some red Twizzlers.  It probably wasn't the healthiest
of snacks, but what the hell.  Love was still floating on the pleasure she
had experienced last night.  Remembering it was getting Love's juices
stirring and she knew it wasn't going to be long before she was pushing
down her pants and panties and touching herself.

Love suddenly heard a soft knocking on her door and she looked up.

"Come in," she said and the door opened to reveal one of her housemates.

"Rose," Love smiled when she came in.  "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Rose replied.  "It was nothing a few aspirin couldn't make go
away."

"The bruise is almost gone," Love observed.

"Well I've got some makeup on it, but yeah you could barely notice it was
there," Rose said.  "That'll teach me to be clumsy I guess."

"Maybe you should just bring me everywhere you go so I can catch you," Love
smiled.  She remembered the talk she had had with Sarah yesterday.  She
began to really study Rose and try to see if what she was doing was an act
or not.  Love quickly found out she wasn't much good at doing that, but she
still saw a beautiful woman standing in her room who had brought her so
much pleasure in the past.  For Love that was good enough.

"Good idea," Rose smiled right back.  "So how come you're not in your
little suit and tie again?  I never knew you liked to play dress up Love."

"You never asked," Love stated, playfully sticking out her tongue as she
did so.  "But if you're nice to me then maybe I'll let you play dress up
with me next time."

"You'd better," Rose winked.  "But how about you just go out with me
tonight and we'll call it even."

"I don't know," Love said, feigning reluctance.  "I really shouldn't go out
two nights in a row."

"Don't be a wuss," Rose teased.  "You're a big girl.  Besides if you don't
then I'll start to think you like Sarah more than me."

"So where would we be going?" Love asked.

"Just a club," Rose answered.  "Not a strip club though.  Just a nice
normal place where we can cruise for chicks.  Now c'mon Love!  Go out with
me!"

Love had never heard Rose's playful pouts before and she liked it.  She
wasn't as tough as she usually was tonight.  It was more like she was
looking for a friend to go have fun with.  It did seem like a good idea.
Who knew how long Sarah was going to take and Jennifer wasn't going to be
there tonight.

"What about Jewel?" Love asked.

"Oh she's busy with Gwen," Rose answered.  "I saw them come in earlier.
C'mon...what about it?  Just you and me?"

"I'd like that," Love said getting up off the bed and wrapping her arms
around Rose's waist.  "I'd like that a lot."

"Then get dressed," Rose said, playfully spanking Love's ass.  "No guys
clothes either."

"Ok," Love replied.  "Just let me tell Jewel we're going."

"Uh uh.," Rose said, holding Love back.  "You have to get dressed first."

"What are you going to do?" Love asked, grinning all the way.  "Watch me?"

"Mmmm you bet I am," Rose answered before sliding her hands over Love's
breasts.  "Now are you going to get undressed or do I have to undress you?"

Love didn't answer.  Instead she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing
her bare, bouncing breasts.  Rose couldn't help but lean down for a soft
lick of each nipple, making them harden almost instantly.  She then backed
up and allowed Love to push down her pants and panties and stand before her
stark naked.

"So do you have an outfit for me or should I just guess on which one you
might like?" Love asked.

"Don't worry, I've got something in mind for you," Rose replied.

A little while later Love and Rose were strolling down the hallway toward
Jewel's room, looking dressed to thrill.  Love was in an electric blue
colored dress.  It wasn't too heavy, but rather light and was perfect for
her to dance in.  There was nothing about the dress that would restrict
movement.  Rose was in something a little more conservative.  It was a
crimson red dress, more muted though than Love's shiny blue.  It also had a
more velvety feel to it and Love couldn't keep her hands off it.  Of course
it wasn't like her grabby hands were meeting a lot of resistance.

The club-bound duo explained their situation to Jewel out in the hallway
and the singer seemed eager to get back inside her room with Gwen.  She
wasn't sure how to make her first move on her, but she knew she couldn't do
it unless she was in the same room as her.

While Jewel talked with Love and Rose, Gwen couldn't help but get curious.
The three of them were talking a few feet away from her room, so Gwen just
peered out the door and caught a glimpse at them.  Was that Jennifer Love
Hewitt?  And Rose McGowan?  It sure looked like it was them.  Were they
Jewel's roommates?  But before Gwen could think about that anymore she saw
something that literally took her breath away.  She watched in shock as
Jewel kissed both Love and Rose.  This wasn't any chaste, friendly
kiss...it was the type of kiss that you gave to a lover and Gwen couldn't
believe what she saw.

She ducked back into the room, not wanting to be caught snooping.  Was
Jewel a lesbian?  Was that the big secret here?

Then another question popped into Gwen's head...had Jewel brought her here
to seduce her?

* * * * *

It had taken a few hours for everything to be straightened out at the
courthouse, but the end result was that the judge had decided to take
everything into consideration and issue her decision at a later date.  On
it's surface it didn't seem that great, but Ted assured Sarah that things
had worked out very well for them.  Not only had Alyson's testimony punched
huge holes in Rick's credibility, his in court freak out had to show Judge
Wright that he wasn't entirely stable either.

Sarah was assured by one and all that her head was no longer stuck on the
chopping block, but that didn't improve her mood all that much.  Sure she
felt good about the end result, but she just felt so uncomfortable with the
methods that were used to get to that result.

"Tell me you don't just feel amazingly at ease now," Alyson said, coming up
from behind of Sarah while they walked out of the courthouse.  Alyson was
feeling pretty good about things, but when she saw the disapproving look on
Sarah's face, she frowned. "What?  What's up?"

"Oh Aly...why?" Sarah sighed.

"What?  What are you talking about?" Alyson asked.

"I can't talk about it here," Sarah said.  "I don't want anyone to hear."

Sarah then scurried outside of the courthouse with Alyson following right
behind her.  When they were finally outside, Sarah turned around to face
her friend.

"How could you do that Aly?"  Sarah asked.  "How could you lie?"

"B...b...but I was trying to help you?" Alyson defended herself.  She was
quite surprised by Sarah's reaction to what had happened.  She would have
thought she would have been thrilled.

"I know you were Aly," Sarah said.  "And I appreciate it.  I know you were
trying to help me.  But what if they found out you made all that stuff up
in there.  What if they put you on trial for perjury?  They do that, you
know.  They can put you in jail for it.  I didn't want you to break the law
for me Aly."

"I just wanted to help you Sarah," Alyson declared.  "He was lying and I
didn't want him to hurt you with his lies.  My lies were good lies."

"I just don't want you to pay the price for this Aly," Sarah sighed.  "I
know you wanted to help me and you did.  You got him off my back.  I just
don't want this to come back and bite you in the ass."

"It won't," Alyson confidently predicted.  "No one's ever going to find out
about this.  Ted doesn't know.  You and I are the only ones who know what I
said wasn't true and it's not like Rick can do anything about it.  He can't
prove I didn't hear what I said just like he can't prove anything he said
either.  Just be happy he's out of your life now."

"I am," Sarah said.  "I am happy.  I don't mean to be a snot about this
Aly, it's just that I don't want any more trouble."

"You're not being a snot," Alyson assured her friend.  "And there won't be
any more trouble.  Even if Rick doesn't get thrown in jail for contempt
it's not like his suit is going to go anywhere.  You heard Ted."

Alyson paused for a second before getting to what she really wanted.

"Now how about that celebration tonight?" Alyson asked.  "Let's get crazy!"

"Not tonight Aly," Sarah sighed.  "I...I...just need to sort some things
out in my head.  But I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok," Alyson reluctantly agreed.  Her disappointment was obvious, but that
was lessened when Sarah kissed her cheek and lightly brushed over her lips
in the process.  Alyson could tell Sarah wanted to do more and she
definitely wanted to have more done to her, but they had to concede to the
fact that they were standing in the middle of the sidewalk and a few people
might have noticed if they had started making out.

So Alyson had to content herself with the touch of Sarah's lips to hers and
a look at her ass while she walked away to her car.  While she walked away
Alyson could tell that Sarah was clearly not over her bout of the blues,
despite all she'd done the night before and the fact that Rick wasn't a
problem anymore.  Alyson was glad she'd been able to get rid of Rick, but
she hadn't gotten what she had really wanted.

She wanted Sarah to be happy again, like she was that day when they had
that pool party.  Alyson set herself to thinking about what would cheer her
friend up.  Suddenly the answer dawned on her and she immediately began
thinking of a way to make a certain fantasy into a reality.

* * * * *

Love had to admit that she was slightly disappointed in the club that Rose
had brought her to.  Knowing Rose, she had expected it to be some kind of
wild sex club orgy thing, but it was just a normal little club.  Love
couldn't help but show her disappointment and Rose immediately picked up on
it.

"Awwww poor Love, expecting something a little bit different?" Rose said,
wrapping her arms around Love from behind and giving her a loving squeeze.
To anyone who saw them it would appear to be a gesture between friends, but
of course it meant much more than that.

"Well...no...." Love began before dropping the charade.  "Yeah...kinda..."

"Don't sell these places short Love," Rose replied.  "Besides I think
you're a little too delicate for those other kinds of clubs."

"Who's delicate?" Love challenged with an arched eyebrow as she slyly
pushed her hand up Rose's dress.  Since they had dressed together, Love
knew perfectly well that Rose had no panties on underneath Before pulling
away, Love's hand passed over Rose's damp slit, eliciting a moan.

"Well maybe delicate was the wrong word," Rose grinned.  "But cheer up
Love, this was the same place I met Christina at."

Love perked up considerably at the sound of that.

"Oh yeah," Rose continued.  "It was right here.  Saw her dancing and
shaking that tight little ass of hers.  We locked eyes and before I knew it
I had that little slut on her knees in the ladies room with her dress
bunched up around her waist while she licked my pussy.  Mmmm she was such
an eager slut."

"What about me?" Love playfully pouted.  She knew no one else could hear
their conversation over the loud music.  "She can't be as big a slut as
me?"

"No way," Rose replied, sneaking a caress of Love's face.  "And remember,
Christina may be a slut, but you're my slut Love."

Love practically started purring in response.  Rose always knew which
buttons to push with her.  She always knew just how to get her all wet and
juicy and that was exactly the effect she was having now.  Love hoped that
Rose's little Christina story was a precursor of things to come and that
she'd find herself a slut of her own for the night.  But if she couldn't
she definitely wouldn't have minded hiking up her own skirt for a sweet
Rose tongue-lashing.

"Now c'mon Love, let's find ourselves some company for the night," Rose
said, pushing Love forward into the crowds.  The music was loud and bouncy
and both Love and Rose had the urge to do some dancing.  In fact as soon as
they got out there, finding playthings became a secondary concern.

Even if they weren't looking at the moment, it didn't mean the duo didn't
get their fair share of stares.  Even if they weren't famous, which they
clearly were, Love and Rose were two beautiful women moving to the beats of
the music free of any inhibitions.  Plus there was the added attraction of
the fact that they were dancing awfully close to one another, their bodies
touching and rubbing in some very naughty places.  It was an incredible
tease to everyone and Rose had to smile when she thought if they only knew
what really went on when she and Love weren't in the public eye.

Rose had always loved to dance and it often hadn't mattered if there was
music or not going.  She had songs going on in her head and that was more
than enough for her.  But she really came to shine when she was out there
under the hot lights and sweaty bodies on the dance floor.  Even Love had
to stop and stare as Rose moved so smoothly and flawlessly to the music,
like she was in her own universe.  She just looked so beautiful and
inviting that Love knew she wasn't the only person who wanted to jump her
right there and then.

Stare all you want boys, Love thought to herself with a satisfied grin,
she's going home with me.  Knowing that made Love feel all tingly inside.
If all of them knew what Rose and she did to each other and to their
housemates, everyone in the club would go into simultaneous cardiac arrest.
Love tried to keep up with Rose on the dance floor, but she soon gave up
and went back to staring at her lover.

"And I'll bet you thought I only knew one way to work up a sweat," Rose
laughed as she and Love went to grab a drink.

"Speaking of getting worked up when are you gonna drag me to the ladies
room," Love teased, pressing her hand to Rose's ass when she was sure no
one was watching.

"Impatient aren't we?" Rose smiled in response.  "Well we'll just have to-"

But that was all Rose could get out before she saw something that stole her
attention.

"What?  What is it?" Love asked, curious about what could distract Rose
from a round of flirting.  She looked around and when she saw the cause of
Rose's distraction she immediately understood.  Both Rose and Love stared
at a table near the bar where Denise Richards sat with a group of three of
her friends.  They were busy chattering away with one another and Denise
seemed to be excitedly showing off the engagement ring on her finger.

"Oh no way Rose," Love stated, shaking her head.  "She'll never go for it."

"And what makes you say that?" Rose inquired.

"Just look at her," Love replied.  "She's totally crazy in love.  Look how
she's showing off that ring.  She'd never want to mess around with another
girl.  She's all about guys."

"Are you doubting my powers of seduction Love?" Rose said, smelling a
challenge.  "Don't you think I can get her all hot and wet for pussy?"

"Maybe I am," Love shot back, trying not to laugh as she attempted to stand
toe-to-toe with Rose in the sexual intimidation game.

"Well watch and learn then Love, watch and learn," Rose said before walking
away from her housemate and toward Denise's table.

"Rose!  How are you?" Denise excitedly declared when she saw the actress
walk up to her table.  She and Rose had known each other since they had
done a Details photo shoot together, but it had always been a typical
Hollywood, kiss on the cheek type of relationship.

"I'm doing just fine," Rose replied.  "You look like you're doing pretty
well yourself."

"You have no idea," Denise sighed.  Rose spied a nearly empty bottle of
champagne at Denise's table and it wasn't hard to assume she'd helped
herself to more than a glass of it.  "Rose I want you to meet my girls from
San Diego.  They went to high school with me and they're like my bestest
friends in the whole wide world.  This is Mary, Sherry and Terry."

Rose exchanged polite hellos with Denise's old high school chums, but they
seemed about as interested in her as she was with them.  Rose only had eyes
for Denise and was already wondering what would be the best way to take
advantage of her slightly inebriated state.

"Have you seen my ring?" Denise said, suddenly thrusting her hand in Rose's
direction so she could get a good look at it's bejeweled state.

"It's very impressive," Rose teased, knowing that Denise had no idea she
was looking straight down her pushed forward cleavage.  Rose's little
remark did catch the attention of Sherry and the actress heard a distinct
"Ohmygawd," under her breath.  Rose responded with a wink at Sherry that
got the girl even more unsettled.

"See they never thought Charlie was going to settle down but I always knew
he'd make me happy," Denise happily declared.  "I knew I'd get this ring on
my finger.  And I am going to have the best wedding.  Mary, Sherry and
Terry are going to be my maids of honor Rose and I want you to come too.  I
want all of my friends there."

"I'm sure I'll have a presence there," Rose replied.  She'd never really
considered Denise a friend really, but since she felt they were it would
make it all the more easier to get into her panties.  But Rose wasn't
holding her breath about being a guest at the wedding.  Charlie Sheen never
had struck her as the most faithful of men, but perhaps Rose could take a
first strike against a potentially broken heart by getting her hooked on
women.

"I'm glad you're happy Denise," Rose said.  "But you don't want to
celebrate with champagne do you?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Denise asked.

"Because champagne is for wusses and Puff Daddy," Rose grinned.  "If you
really want to celebrate there's only one way to do it."

"Which way is that?" Mary suddenly asked.

"Why with tequila of course," Rose grinned.

* * * * *

Even as she drove home to Malibu, Sarah couldn't ditch the cloud that was
hanging over her head.  It felt like everywhere else it was sunny and on
her it was pouring rain.  She would have done anything to chase away the
blues, but it was getting better not worse.  Her blues were getting so bad
as she drove back that she had a Radiohead CD on full blast.  Sarah
supposed that when you were depressed it was always good to be around
people more depressed than you.

She hoped she hadn't been too hard on Alyson.  She didn't want her to think
that she didn't appreciate what she had done for her.  It was just that
Sarah had to wonder was it ok to lie to combat another lie?  It was a moral
question for sure and Sarah had to worry that Alyson would be lead away in
handcuffs serving whatever sentence they had for perjury.  Was it even a
major crime?  Did anyone really care about something like that?  Sarah
wasn't sure and she was in no hurry to find out.

Not even going home to her friends was cheering Sarah up.  She just felt so
weird all of a sudden.  Usually knowing she was going to come home to 4
pairs of loving hands to touch her everywhere she liked to be touched would
have had a wide smile on Sarah's face.  But now she felt like events were
conspiring to make her unhappy.  Not even the memories of what she and Love
had done last night could perk her up.

For once Sarah actually didn't want to see her housemates.  Right now she
just needed to be left alone and they would have all wanted to know how the
hearing went and how she was feeling.  She just couldn't answer that
question one more time without screaming and she didn't want them to see
that side of her.

Sarah briefly considered staying with Freddie tonight.  She hadn't spent a
night with him in about a week and no doubt he was getting antsy.  He
always seemed to at least look like he was listening to her and it wasn't
like he was going to ask too many probing questions. However, she just
couldn't do it.  She knew what he'd want to do and she just didn't want to
feel his touch tonight.  She just couldn't lie back and spread her legs for
him.  It didn't feel right tonight.

Of course it hadn't felt right for a long time and Sarah sometimes wondered
if she was being truly awful by doing what she was doing with the girls.
She felt like she was stomping on the love he offered her every time she
gave herself up for her housemates.  But that guilt would always pass
quickly when she felt the soft, loving touch of her housemates and their
friends.  It was too good to stop and the ramifications of what she was
doing to Freddie was something she didn't want to linger when she was being
given such pleasure.

Sarah felt like she needed something that night, but she didn't know what.
It was at times like this she wished she smoked.  A nice soothing dose of
nicotine might be just what the doctor ordered but Sarah knew herself and
she knew if she started she wouldn't stop.  Besides if she started smoking
it would be kind of hypocritical for her to bug Jen about quitting all the
time.  So smoking a cigarette was out and Sarah didn't feel like dealing
with the inevitable headache in the morning if she went out and got drunk
tonight.

Thinking of Jen reminded Sarah of that blissfully happy look on her face
the time she had wandered into their kitchen high on pot.  It was a much
more pleasant memory than the second time she had gotten high and led their
neighbors into the middle of their little poolside encounter.  That was not
cool, but Sarah had to smile when she remembered how happy Jen had looked.
She wished she felt that way.

Like a lightbulb going off over Sarah's she suddenly saw an idea.  She
couldn't.  She shouldn't.  But she just had to escape.  She was tired of
everything bothering her and this was like an escape hatch outside.  She
wasn't going to pretend she was a pot virgin.  She'd done it a few times
and had thought it was ok.  It just wasn't something she wanted to spend
her days and nights doing.  She hadn't done it in so long and to Sarah it
seemed like a harmless way to get her mind back in order.  Perhaps fogging
her brain up before reaching clarity was exactly the right tactic to take.
Besides, could it make things any worse?  Sarah didn't think so.

So Sarah found herself turning in early before the driveway to the mansion.
She drove up to the house that had once served as servant's quarters and
took a deep breath before exiting.  The guys seemed ok.  They weren't any
threat or anything.  They just seemed a bit weird.  But weird could be good
sometimes.

Sarah walked up the path to their front door and found that the door was
open and they boys were in heated discussion.

"Look all I'm saying is that Bobba Fett's got a jet pack so he should be
able to just fly his way out of the Pit of Sarlac!" Waldo insisted as Sarah
caught them mid-conversation.

"Well yeah he's got the jet pack, but it's damaged when Han hits him with
the pole," Franklin pointed out.  "If he's got a damaged pack then he can't
fly out when he gets hit!  Once those tentacles grab him, he's done for!"

"Oh come on Franklin," Waldo shot back.  "He's got all those weapons and
cutting tools on his armor!  What kind of bounty hunter would he be if he
wasn't prepared for any type of emergency.  I say he finds his way out of
there and survives."

"And I say you can clearly here Sarlac belch when he swallows Bobba,"
Franklin stated.  "The Fett is lunchmeat."

"Never say that!" Waldo declared.  "The Fett is never lunchmeat!  Delbert
agrees with me!"

"Bobba Fett was pretty cool," Delbert said admiringly.

"I'm sorry Del, but your opinion on this matter is slightly off the beaten
path," Franklin said.

"How so?" Delbert demanded.

"Delbert, who's your favorite character from the original trilogy?"
Franklin patiently asked.

"The Ewoks," Delbert smiled.  "They're furry."

"I rest my case," Franklin said confidently.

"Well that still doesn't change my point," Waldo said.

"Look Waldo, even if Lucas decided to do a special edition of the special
editions, he wouldn't hand the task over to you," Franklin pointed out.

"I suppose you're right," Waldo sighed.  "But if he did then I'd definitely
use Wedge less.  He's always in the background when they're attacking the
Death Stars and he never does anything."

"Yeah Wedge sucked," Franklin agreed as Delbert nodded his head
emphatically.

Sarah then cleared her throat to announce her presence and all three guys
looked up and took a step back.

"Ummm...hi there Sarah...I mean Ms. Gellar...I mean...you know..."  Waldo
stammered.

"How ya doing?"  Sarah said a little shyly as she waved hello.  God, what
was she doing here?  Maybe this was a mistake.

"We're fine..." Franklin replied hesitantly.  All three of them seemed to
be eying her like they expected her to do something.  "How are you?"

"Is something wrong?" Sarah inquired.

"Well no..." Waldo answered.  "It's just that we're kind of...well...kind
of afraid that you're going to hit us."

"Me?  Hit you?" Sarah said stepping forward and causing all three guys to
move backwards again like they expected her to strike out at them.  Jeez,
she must have really scared them when she tore into Jennifer in front of
them.  They really thought she was going to hit them.  Sarah had to wonder
if other people thought of her the same way.

"I'm not going to hit you," Sarah declared, getting all three guys to relax
immediately with sharp, relieved exhales.  "It wasn't your fault what
happened.  You were just...you know...there.  I'm not mad at you guys.  I
just came over to you know...say hi."

"Hi," Waldo, Franklin and Delbert all said simultaneously.

"I ummm...also wondered if you might have something for me..." Sarah said,
looking down at her feet and shifting nervously.  She was bad at this.  It
was a good thing she wasn't addicted to anything.  She'd be the lamest
junkie in the world if she blushed this much buying pot.  "You know...a
little pick me up."

Waldo, Franklin and Delbert then all exchanged looks and broke into wide
smiles.

"I think we might have just what you need Sarah," Waldo declared.

* * * * *

Love should have known never to doubt Rose's powers of seduction.  Sure
Denise looked like someone who was "strictly dicky," to use a term she'd
heard once, but hadn't she seen enough by now to know that whatever Rose
wanted, she got.  Love could only stand by the bar and marvel as she sipped
away at a Diet Pepsi and watched as Rose continued to worm her way into
Denise's night.

Denise and Rose weren't exactly going at it yet and Love had a sneaking
suspicion she didn't have a clue as to what Rose's intentions were, but she
figured she'd know soon enough.  And once again Rose would have another
notch on her bedpost.  Love just hoped Rose would let her join in the fun
because she was getting plenty wet under her dress thinking about having a
crack at Denise.

Denise slammed her glass to the table after taking another shot of tequila.
She shook her body a little and let the hot liquid burn her insides.  She
had a nice buzz going right about now and she was definitely feeling all
warm and happy on the inside.  She didn't drink tequila all that often, but
she hadn't been about to refuse Rose's offer.  She had liked Rose the few
times they had met and she had a feeling if they got to know each other
then they'd end up being really good friends.

Denise had always loved being around her bestest girlfriends.  She needed
them more than ever now that she was settling down and committing to
marriage.  She was kind of nervous, but she had no doubt that Charlie was
the right guy for her.  She knew all about his wild past, but she was
confident he would want to be with her for the rest of their lives.  She
had saved her wild behavior for on-screen and considered herself a pretty
down to Earth girl, so sometimes she worried about they might be a little
mismatched, but she knew she satisfied him and she believe she had enough
tricks up her sleeve to keep her man in line with a little wildness of her
own.

She needed her friends for the times when she got nervous like that and
needed her support.  She didn't have many close friends in Hollywood.  I
mean she had people she was nice too and who were nice to her.  But not
friends like she was with Mary, Terry and Sherry.  Maybe Rose could be
friends with her like that?  It might have been a longshot, but hey it
could happen.  Rose sure seemed nice and it was great of her to buy the
bottle for the table.  They all seemed to be enjoying it.  In fact Terry
was slumped down on the table and Sherry looked like she was about to join
her in that state.

Before Denise could take another shot though, she suddenly felt something
she wasn't expecting.  It was a hand on her leg and it was slowly brushing
up to her thigh.  She had no idea who was doing it and Denise suddenly
gasped and jumped up, nearly pushing the table away in the process.

Love watched as Denise bolted from the table and ran toward the ladies
room.  The three girls at the table seemed a little too buzzed to take
notice of this, but Rose waited a few second and walked right after her,
winking at Love as she did so.  Rose had her wicked little grin on her face
as she sauntered after Denise, pushing open the doors of the ladies room
and saw her pacing around the empty bathroom.

"Was that you?" Denise gasped.  "Did you touch my leg like that?"

"Well it sure wasn't one of your little posse," Rose grinned, locking the
door behind her.  "Yeah it was me.  Didn't you like it?"

"Why?  Why did you do that?" Denise demanded.  She didn't seem angry or
anything.  She was just a little freaked out and that was exactly how Rose
wanted her to be.  It just made her a little bit more vulnerable.

"I thought you'd like it," Rose said, moving in closer on Denise until she
had her pretty much backed into a corner.  "C'mon I've seen you kiss girls
in movies and on TV.  You can't tell me you haven't thought about what it
would be like to be with another woman."

"Ohmygawd, you're hitting on me!" Denise declared, her alcohol addled
brain.  "I'm not like that!  That was only pretend!"

"Well of course it was, but you can't stand here and tell me that you never
wanted to see what it was like to fuck another woman," Rose continued.  She
saw Denise gasp a little when she said "fuck," so she continued.  "You
can't tell me you haven't kissed those hot girls and not thought about
fucking them and having them fuck you.  Having them pull off your clothes
and kiss and lick all over your tits and then down to your wet pussy.
Haven't you ever thought about that Denise?  Haven't you ever thought about
having another woman eating your hot pussy until you came?  And then you
sinking to your knees and doing the same to her?"

"No..." Denise whispered, her brain having a little bit of trouble
processing all of this.  It was only partly a lie.  I mean sure, she
couldn't have helped but wonder what it would be like to be with another
girl.  She'd kissed Neve Campbell and Heather Locklear and no doubt caused
many an erection in the process with her male fans so yeah she'd thought
about it.  But it wasn't like she'd ever really given it serious thought or
done anything to satisfy whatever curiosity she might have.

She couldn't believe what was happening.  Rose was hitting on her!  She'd
just wanted Rose to maybe be her friend and this was way, way beyond that.
There was no way she could do this.  Of course that was before Rose pressed
her up against the wall and smashed her lips to hers.

Denise's eyes shot wide open and she shouted muffled protests into Rose's
insistent mouth.  God, kissing other girls always made her so nervous and
this was one time where it wasn't for some scene.  Rose wanted to fuck her!
Denise was trying to get a feel on what was happening and she suddenly felt
Rose's hands going under her short skirt.

Denise squirmed and tried to get away, but Rose wasn't having any of it.
She pinned Denise back and continued to reach up under her skirt until she
hit what she was looking for.  She felt Denise's pussy and how it was
starting to get damp under her panties.  With glee, Rose began to rub
Denise's growing wetness.

"Ooooooh," Denise cooed.  What was she doing?  She was letting another
woman touch her!  She couldn't do this!  She was getting married!  But it
felt so good.  Denise continued to squirm but that only made Rose rub her
harder.  Her expert touch was winning Denise over with every touch to her
rapidly juicing pussy and Rose knew it.

"Oh no, you're not getting away," Rose vowed.  "You're gonna be all mine
Denise.  I'm going to take you home and strip you naked and just fuck you
everywhere.  I'm going to make you into a total slut for pussy.  How does
that sound?"

Denise couldn't answer.  She was too busy moaning.  She had never had
anyone touch her like this before.  None of her lovers had ever been able
to make her pussy so wet so fast and thoughts of fidelity to Charlie were
flying out of her brain at record speed.  All she could do was think about
how good it felt to have Rose touch her pussy like this and wonder what
else Rose could do to her when she actually got inside her panties.

"You want it don't you, you little slut?" Rose pushed, loving the feel of
Denise quivering against her hand.  "This is the least I can do to you.  I
can work my tongue into your tight little snatch and make you cream.  Mmmm
and I'll bet a girl like you just loves a big hard cock inside her.  Would
you like me to strap on a hard cock and push it into your pussy Denise?  It
would make you crazy wouldn't it?  I can do all that and more Denise all
you have to say is 'yes.'"

Her brain was so so foggy.  Denise had always had problems when she had too
much to drink.  She tended to get real slutty when that happened and that
was the case here.  She didn't want to be bad and let Rose do this to her,
but she couldn't stop herself from wanting to get naked and nasty with her.
It didn't matter that this was another woman.  It just mattered that it
felt good.  Denise already felt close to coming and when Rose suddenly
pulled her hand out from under her skirt, she gasped in frustration.

"So Denise, what do you say?" Rose asked.

Denise knew only one answer she could give.

"Yessssssssss...." Denise groaned.