Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 10:31:12 -0400
From: kmb2476@aol.com
Subject: Harem 16 Part 4

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       As her Mercedes sped along the Freeway, passing people left and
right at a rushing speed that made her car seem like a bolt of red, Lindsay
giggled and thought to herself that she was primed and ready to take on
Danica Patrick in a race around the track.

       Mmmmm but as soon as that thought entered her mind, Lindsay thought
of a much better way to take her, preferably out of those grimy racing
clothes and in the shower as they washed all the grease and sweat off each
other from their race while they kissed and made each other soaking wet.

       The girl on the other end of Lindsay's phone immediately detected
the giggle and the moan that came with it and she knew her friend well
enough to know it meant she was thinking of something very fun.

       "What?  What are you thinking about now you horny tramp?" Hilary
giggled.

       Lindsay gave another aroused giggle and explained her sudden Danica
fantasy to her fellow teen.  She expounded a little on it now, like how
she'd gladly bend over in the shower for Danica to rub liquid soap all over
her asshole and then push a shampoo bottle slowly and sexily inside her.

       Lindsay was just glad she was using her blue tooth to talk to
Hilary.  That way she could keep one hand on the wheel while the other
lifted up her skirt and began to rub herself through her panties, which
naturally made her moan even more.

       "Mmmmmmmm naughty girl," Hilary moaned right back.  "But you forgot
me.  Don't leave me out of your fantasies.  I wanna fuck her too."

       "Oooooh well then you can be licking her pussy from behind while
she's fucking me," Lindsay wickedly suggested as she blushed from the words
coming out of her own mouth.  She couldn't believe she was saying that and
thinking that, but she loved how it made her feel.  So liberated.  So
uninhibited.  It made her hot spots tingle and, combined with the fact that
she was zooming closer to Malibu, it was making her one giddy driver.

       As soon as she had gotten out of the garage, Lindsay had been on her
phone calling up the mansion and hoping someone was home and there was
something fun and naughty going on there to make her forget about her
meeting, her mother and their fight.  Fortunately there were plenty of
girls at the mansion and, judging from the sound of Alyssa's voice on the
phone, there was plenty of naughty fun too.

       Now all Lindsay needed was her blonde lover to join her.  Lindsay
knew Hilary would understand her frustrations with her mother and how the
pressures and demands of her career made her feel like she was going to
snap and go crazy sometimes.  Hilary would understand why she needed to get
to Malibu to unwind so badly.  Plus Lindsay couldn't wait to kiss her
friend and touch her naked body again and let all the girls there have
their wicked ways with them.

       "Yummy," Hilary carnally replied to Lindsay's idea of her joining in
a naked, sexy fantasy of a woman neither of them had ever even met.  "Mmmm
that sounds soooooooo good!  Ooooooh then Danica can lick me while I lick
you! I'll bet she'd love to get her tongue inside me and stare up as you
fuck my slutty face with your hot pussy."

       That got another moan from Lindsay as she hiked up her skirt a
little further and thanked God she had put the top of her convertible up
today.  There was no way she was going to be able to stop when she was
feeling this horny and the last thing she needed was the paparazzi somehow
getting a shot of her touching herself while driving.  God, her mother
would have locked her up in her room forever for something like that.

       "We can do all that and more once we get to the mansion," Lindsay
said.  "Alyssa said it was totally cool if we wanted to come by today.
Mmmm and she was a little out of breath when we talked and I think she was
by the pool because I heard splashing and moaning and it sounded like they
were having lots of fun.  Ooooh maybe Danica will be there.  You never know
who you're going to find there.  That's what I love about the mansion so
much.  Gawd, it seems like every time there's someone there you'd never
expect."

       "Mmmm like us," Hilary giggled as she ran out of her bedroom, cell
phone in hand and tried to get out of the house unstopped to get to her
sexy friend.  "Ooooh no one knows what naughty little sluts you and I
really are Linds.  I can't wait to get to Malibu.  I'm just about to go, so
I'll just meet you there.  Mmmm I can't believe we're going back there
already.  It's going to be so much fun!"

       Lindsay's sudden call about going over to the mansion today had come
out of the blue, but Hilary never needed any convincing to get over to
Malibu where she could get naked and be a nasty little slut for any and
every girl there.

       But before she could do that she had to get out of here.  She was a
terrible liar, especially when her mother had her on the spot, but Hilary
felt like if she could just get to the garage and to her car then she'd be
able to make it without any problems.

       Unfortunately that wasn't to be.  With her hand grasping the
doorknob and about to turn to enter the garage, Hilary was stopped cold.

       "Hilary Ann Duff!  You stop this very instant!" a voice demanded as
a chill went up Hilary's spine at the sound of it.  She knew that tone of
voice all too well and it never meant good things for her.

       "Yes mommy," Hilary said sheepishly as she released the doorknob and
turned around like she'd been caught red handed to face her mother.  Susan
Duff stood forcefully behind her with her arms crossed over her chest and a
look on her face that said she was in no mood to have her authority
questioned.

       "Where do you think you're going?" Susan asked.

       "Out," Hilary answered with a tiny voice as she nervously ground her
foot into the ground.  Lindsay could still hear the entire conversation,
but she didn't say anything to Hilary.  She just hoped her friend was still
able to escape.  Lindsay wanted her there with her at the mansion so bad.

       "Out?  Out where?" Susan asked.

       "Nowhere...just out..." Hilary nervously offered.  Her mother could
never learn the truth.  She would never stop being punished if her mother
ever found out what she had been doing at the mansion.

       "Oh yeah?  With who?"  Susan snapped.  "I want to know who you're
going out with Hilary!  No lying!  I want the truth!"

       Even if she could have come up with some great excuse to expertly
cover her tracks in an instant, Hilary knew it never would have withstood
one withering gaze from her mother.  Nothing scared Hilary quite as much as
her mother's temper and she would have done anything to keep her from
yelling and being angry at her.  So Hilary couldn't help but reveal the
identity of her companion.

       "It's Lindsay...nothing too big...we're just gonna...gonna hang out
at her place," Hilary stammered.  "I might sleep over or something..."

       Her mother already knew she and Lindsay were friends now, but not
that it was anything more than that, so Hilary suddenly felt hopeful that
she might be able to get through this.  Maybe her mom would be cool with
her and Lindsay hanging out, even if they had much better plans then that.

       "You've been seeing an awful lot of that girl lately," Susan pointed
out.  Hilary couldn't remember the last time her mom had called Lindsay by
her name.  It was always "that girl" or terms that were much, much worse.
"You were just seeing her last night, weren't you?  I know you were out
Hilary.  You can't fool me when you try and sneak back inside and act like
you were here all night.  I know when you're trying to put one over on me!"

       "We're friends mom," Hilary said, smiling to show that everything
was totally normal and nothing suspicious was going on and that she wasn't
about to go have hours and hours of lesbian sex with Lindsay and all their
beautiful, naughty friends.  Inside, though, she was sweating and panicking
and close to hyperventilating.  Her mom knew she'd snuck out!  She was
dead!

       "That girl is not your friend!" Susan insisted, either not noticing
or not caring that Hilary had her Bluetooth in and was still connected on
her call.  "She's just using you Hilary!  She knows people see her as some
used up whore whose career is plummeting and she wants to use you for cover
so she can get away with doing whatever she wants.  She thinks you'll rub
off on her and help her career!  But she's just going to corrupt you and I
won't let that happen!  That girl is a bad influence on you Hilary!"

       Lindsay had to slow down her driving because she was getting so mad
at what she was hearing.  That bitch!  Susan Duff didn't know her at all
and it never stopped her from talking shit.  As much as she loved Hilary,
Lindsay hated her mom.

       "Don't say that mommy, it's not true," Hilary sadly replied.  She
hated when her mom talked like that.  "Lindsay's my friend!  She's like my
best friend!  She'd never use me!"

       "Best friend?" Susan snorted.  "That girl wanted to rip your head
off a few months ago and I'm supposed to believe she's your best friend
now.  That girl is probably plotting to ruin your career so she can get
your best parts.  She thinks if she ruins you she'll probably sell more
albums.  She's probably out spreading awful rumors about you Hilary so
producers will cast her instead and you're too trusting to stop her.  That
girl is trash Hilary and I don't want you spending time with her!"

       "She's not!  Stop saying that!" Hilary shouted, her eyes starting to
get a little tearful.  "Don't be mean to Lindsay!  She's my friend!"

       "She's a disgusting drunk and drug using whore," Susan sneered.
"And I won't have my daughter getting involved with trash like that.
You've seen quite enough of her lately Hilary and I'm putting a stop to it!
From now on I don't want you spending any more time with that girl!  And
certainly not tonight.  You march right back up to your room, young lady.
I've laid out five new scripts for you and Haylie to do another movie
together and I want you to read them all tonight so we can pick the one
that will make the most money."

       "No!  I want to go out!" Hilary insisted.  "You can't stop me!  I
hate when you say mean things about Lindsay!  She's my friend and you can't
stop me from hanging out with her!"

       Hilary turned around to reach for the doorknob again but, before she
could, Susan's hand reached out and pressed against it, stopping her
daughter.  Hilary was a lot of things, but stronger than her mother was not
one of them.

       "Don't you raise your voice to me young lady!" Susan shouted at her
daughter.  "I am your mother and you will obey me!  You will not spend any
more time with that girl and you will read those scripts tonight!  You live
under my rules young lady and you will not defy me! Are you listening to
me?"

       Hilary burned with humiliation.  She was a woman now.  Not some kid.
Her mother still treated her like she was seven and she hated it.  But she
didn't dare disobey her.

       "I said are you listening to me?" Susan forcefully demanded.  "If
you even think about defying me and sneaking out then the only time you
will ever be allowed outside of this house is to record albums, do movies
and promotional appearance.  I will have the police put a goddamn
restraining order on that girl to keep her away from you!  I won't let that
little whore corrupt you Hilary."

       "Yes mommy," Hilary sighed in defeat, tears starting to roll down
her cheeks at not only being denied but having to listen to her mom say
those things and being too scared to fight back.

       "Now don't cry, angel," Susan said, softening her tone and hugging
Hilary now that she knew she'd won.  "Mommy's just looking out for her
little girl.  You realize mommy knows best, don't you Hilary?"

       "Yes mommy," Hilary said without a fight.

       "Now just go upstairs and read those scripts and pick the one that
will make us the most money, darling," Susan smiled.  "Remember, everyone's
counting on you.  We need you to keep this family strong so everyone will
be too afraid to cross us, ever."

       Susan released Hilary from her hug and the teenager slowly moped
back to her room.  Her earlier giddiness about being able to go to the
mansion was long gone and now only the gloom of being denied what her heart
and body craved most set upon Hilary.

       The further she got from her mother, the more emotional she got and
the more speed Hilary picked up until she was running upstairs.  When she
finally got to her room, she threw herself down on her bed and began to sob
into her pillow.

       "Hil?  Are you still there?  Are you ok sweetie?" Lindsay asked
gently in Hilary's ear from the other end of the call.

       "Ohhhhhhh Lindsay," Hilary sobbed, wishing her friend was there with
her in bed so she could just hold her and make everything seem better.

       "Shhhh it's ok," Lindsay assured the blonde, trying to console her
while keeping her eyes on the road and her speed up at the same time.  "You
know she's lying, right?  I would never use you Hilary.  I would never try
and hurt you.  She's making shit up."

       "I know...I know..." Hilary said through her tears.  "I don't
believe her at all.  God, all she sees me as is some big money making
machine.  She doesn't care about what I want at all!  Sometimes I think she
doesn't even really love me!"

       "Of course she does," Lindsay claimed, sort of lying since she
didn't know for sure, but had grave doubts about whether Susan could ever
love anyone but herself.  "She's your mom.  She loves you."

       "I hate that I can't see you," Hilary sniffled.  "I need to see you
now more than ever."

       "Are you going to try and sneak out?" Lindsay hopefully asked.

       "I can't," Hilary replied with obvious disappointment.  "She'd know.
She'd find out somehow and then...then I don't even know what she'd do..."

       "Do you want me to...not...not go without you?" Lindsay asked,
forcing the words out of her mouth even if the idea of skipping a mansion
trip was a fate worse than death for her.  She did feel bad about Hilary
not being able to come because of her bitch mom, but she also didn't want
to miss out on the fun for herself.

       She just hoped Hilary would let her off the hook and, fortunately
for Lindsay, she did.

       "No...it's ok," Hilary answered honestly.  "I don't want you to not
have any fun either.  Just promise me something."

       "Anything," Lindsay swore.

       "Tell me everything you do there and who you do it to," Hilary
asked, a smile pushing past her lips even through her tears.  "Tell me
every nasty, slutty detail.  Promise?"

       "Absolutely," Lindsay purred, her sexy voice making Hilary's heart
skip a beat.  "But how about I also tell you right now about what I'd do to
you to make those tears disappear."

       Lindsay began picking up speed again as she got closer and closer to
Malibu.  Now that she could go guilt free about Hilary not being able to
join her, Lindsay was giddy again about the pleasures that awaited her.
But, just as she was about to spill in fully dirty detail all the things
she wanted to do to Hilary's body, there was another sudden distraction.

       The unmistakable flashing lights and siren of a highway patrol car
came on behind her and, even though she hoped against hope it wasn't
because of her, it soon became very clear that she was the officer's
target.

       "Fuck!" Lindsay shouted, slamming her hand against the steering
wheel.  "What the fuck do they want?"

       "What?  What is it?" Hilary asked.

       "Fucking highway patrol is pulling me over," Lindsay sighed.  "Hil,
I'll have to call you back.  But don't let her get you down.  I'll make
sure you feel all better soon."

       As she said her goodbyes to her lover, Lindsay slowed her Mercedes
down and moved it over to the breakdown lane.  Engaging the police in a
pursuit as she tried to get away seemed a particularly poor idea, so
Lindsay obeyed the command to pull over even as she cursed under her breath
about what these fucking cops could want from her now.

       She was being delayed from getting to Malibu because of this and
that was unacceptable to Lindsay's horny and impatient mind.  She took a
deep breath as she turned the key off in her car and watched from her rear
view mirror as the cop got out of his patrol car and began walking toward
her.

       It looked like there was only one of them and Lindsay felt a little
relieved.  Maybe she'd be able to talk her way out of this.  With just one
cop maybe he'd be a little star struck and, with some flirting, she might
get out of this with a warning and be on her way.

       But even if he was about to give her a ticket, Lindsay didn't care.
She'd just crumple it up and throw it in the back with the others.  She
just wanted this over with so she could be back on her way to the mansion.

       "License and registration please miss," the officer said after
Lindsay lowered her window.

       "What did I do officer?" Lindsay asked, trying not to show her
impatience too much as she reached into her purse for her license and into
her glove compartment for the registration.  "What's the problem?"

       "Do you know how fast you were going miss?" the officer asked in
response as he viewed the license and registration. He had his sunglasses
on so Lindsay couldn't see his eyes, but she saw the little pause and
flicker of recognition on his face. If he didn't know who she was by face
alone, he sure as hell did after reading the name on her license.

       "I wasn't really paying attention to that," Lindsay admitted.  "I
had to get somewhere fast.  It was kind of an emergency."

       Lindsay didn't mention it was the kind of emergency where she
desperately needed to get her pussy licked and fucked.  But that was a
total emergency to her.  Still it didn't appear her desperation was cutting
any ice with the cop.

       "Miss you were going above 80," the officer, whose nametag read
"EASTON" on it.  "What kind of emergency makes you have to go that fast?"

       "Ummmm sick friend?" Lindsay offered, adding a smile at the end as
she hoped she might be able to move this along.

       "Yeahhhh ok," the officer replied, betraying no sympathy.  "Please
stay in your car miss.  I'm going to run your license and be right back."

       As the office walked away, Lindsay groaned in frustration.  This was
taking fucking forever!  Each second she was detained from the mansion was
one second she wasn't getting herself fucked.  They were probably having
all this amazing fun right now and she wasn't there to join in.  It was
torture to know that was going on and she was stuck here.

       At least the cop wasn't some fat guy who'd spent the last 20 years
eating doughnuts and hassling people like her.  This one looked young and
he was definitely not spending his days eating doughnuts.  Lindsay might
even have found him cute once, but these days she was too into girls to
even think about boys anymore.

       The longer the officer was gone, the more impatient Lindsay got.
How could this be taking so long?  Couldn't he just give her the fucking
ticket and let her go? This cop was probably some kind of sadist who loved
making famous girls sweat!  What a fucking asshole.  Didn't he know she had
important things to do?  Didn't he know she had to get to the mansion?  She
had to be there.  She couldn't wait even another second.

       Oh God, what if she missed the fun?  What if everyone fucked
themselves silly without her and by the time she got there they were all
sleeping or something?  What if she got there late because of this stupid
cop and they'd all stopped fucking by then?  Ohhhhh gawwwwwwwd she couldn't
bear missing the fun.

       In the times she'd been to the mansion, Lindsay had never seen any
of the girls ever get tired of having sex with each other, but in her
impatient and newly paranoid mind, she pictured them saying she'd gotten
there too late and would have to come back another day because they were
all turning in early that night.  No!  She couldn't let that happen!  Not
because of some stupid speeding ticket!  She couldn't risk being denied
what her pussy craved!

       Finally she saw the cop walking back to her car, so Lindsay got
herself ready to get her license and registration back and then get on her
way, making sure she was far away from this guy before she gunned it again.
But unfortunately for the horny redhead, Officer Easton wasn't quite
through with her yet.

       "Please step out of the car miss," he requested, politely but
firmly.

       "What?  Why?  What did I do?" Lindsay immediately demanded while not
moving an inch.

       "Just please step out of the car miss," Officer Easton repeated.
"Don't make me ask you again.  Just step outside of the car and keep your
hands where I can see them at all times."

       Oh fuck, Lindsay gasped to herself.  He's serious.  Keep her hands
in place?  Did he think she was some kind of terrorist or something?

       But despite her reluctance and confusion, Lindsay knew she was in no
position to disagree.  She had just better do as he said.  She didn't want
real trouble.  She just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

       "Are you going to tell me what the fuck it is you think I did?"
Lindsay snapped as she got out of her car with her hands on full display so
Dudley Do Right here could see that she didn't have an Uzi or anything.  As
she stood by her car, Lindsay saw other cars zipping by on the freeway and
she envied them.  How come they got to go and she had this guy on her ass?
It wasn't fucking fair that she was being picked on here.

       "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to wait here with me outside of
your vehicle until a tow truck arrives," Officer Easton explained, causing
Lindsay's jaw to drop.  "We're going to have to impound your vehicle."

       "WHAT?" Lindsay exploded.  "WHAT THE FUCK FOR?  ARE YOU CRAZY?"

       "Miss please calm down and refrain from using profanity," Officer
Easton requested in that firm, but soothing voice of his which Lindsay was
finding plenty irritating at the moment.  "You have 12 unpaid speeding
tickets on your record as well as numerous accidents.  Your license will
have to be taken and your car impounded until such time as you pay your
tickets."

       "Money?  This is about the money I owe, huh," Lindsay snorted.  "I
should have fucking known.  That's all anyone ever fucking wants.  You want
money?  Well I'll give it to you!  Want a fucking check or do you just want
me to shove a wad of bills into your hand so you'll let me go?"

       "Miss don't turn around!" Officer Easton commanded.  "Stay out of
your vehicle!"

       Lindsay completely ignored him and got back into her car, intending
to reach for her purse.  If this ass wanted money she'd give him whatever
the fuck he wanted just so she could get to Malibu.

       But before she could get very far, she felt a strong hand on her
shoulder yanking her back and making her spin around so fast she nearly
lost her balance.  Grabbing onto her car door was the only way Lindsay was
able to stay upright.

       "WHAT THE FUCK?" Lindsay screamed.  "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME
YOU ASSHOLE!"

       "Miss if you don't calm down I will place you under arrest for
failure to obey an officer," Officer Easton firmly stated.

       That certainly got Lindsay's attention.  Not only would that keep
her far away from Malibu, but the press would have a field day with it,
even if it was all bullshit.  Lindsay knew she would never be able to live
down being arrested and she didn't want to give Hilary's mom the
satisfaction of being able to act like she was right about her.

       Lindsay began to calm down, even as she continued to seethe on the
inside.

       "Just don't touch me again," Lindsay muttered as she backed away
from her vehicle.  "This is like harassment or something!  You can't just
pull me over and grab me like that.  I could totally make a complaint about
you.  Don't you know who I am?"

       "I do know who you are Miss Lohan, but that doesn't make any
difference to me," Officer Easton replied.  He had thought about lying and
saying he didn't recognize her, but what would have been the point.  He had
no idea when he pulled the car over it would be Lindsay Lohan inside.  She
was the first celebrity he had ever encountered while on patrol and he just
hoped he didn't come off as starstruck to her...or worse.

       "I'm going to call this in," Officer Easton said, trying to
concentrate solely on his job and nothing else that might be passing
through his brain.  "The tow truck should be out here soon.  You can see a
judge in the morning and get your car back once you've paid your tickets."

       "Wait?  The morning?  No!" Lindsay protested.  "That's not fair!  I
need it now!  I have to be somewhere!"

       "I'm afraid you're going to have to make alternate arrangements,"
Officer Easton explained.  "I have to seize your license because of your
unpaid tickets and I can't allow you to drive without your license."

       He began walking back toward his patrol car and Lindsay felt like
she was about to burst out crying.  She had been so close to Malibu and now
she was going to be locked out of paradise because of some stupid fucking
parking tickets?  How the hell was that possible?  She couldn't let this
happen.  She had to do something.  She couldn't wait another day to get to
the mansion.  She had to be there now!

       "Officer wait!" Lindsay called out, freezing the officer in his
tracks before he had a chance to get to his car.  "Please.  Please don't do
this to me.  I'm sorry I was such a bitch before.  I just have to get
somewhere.  It's like the most important thing ever."

       Officer Easton snorted a little but didn't show it.  Where did she
have to go that was so important?  Some meeting with her agent?  Some
party?  He heard all those stories about Lindsay partying non-stop and
falling down drunk at clubs.  He was actually surprised he hadn't seen an
open bottle of alcohol or cocaine in plain site in her vehicle.  If he had
a warrant to search it, he was sure he would find something.

       "I have to call this in," Officer Easton said, looking over the teen
redhead.  He wasn't totally unsympathetic, especially as he saw the
desperate look on her face as they stood on the freeway, cars zipping past,
even a few honking as the drivers apparently recognized Lindsay.  But this
was his job and he had to do it.

       "Please...please just let me off with a warning this time," Lindsay
begged.  "I promise I'll totally pay those tickets in the morning.  I'll
even like pay extra to cover the next ones in advance if you guys want.
Just don't take my car away now.  I have to get to this place.  It's like
my whole life is there and I can't wait."

       "Where do you have to go that you're going so fast to get there?"
Officer Easton asked.

       "I...I...can't say," Lindsay replied sheepishly, her attitude from
just a moment before long gone as she faced down the possibility of being
denied what she wanted most in the world.

       Part of Lindsay wanted to tell him where she was going.  Maybe it
would get him so hard he'd let her go.  But she knew she couldn't.  The
girls would kill her and, more importantly, never let her back in again.

       Officer Easton apparently didn't think that was a very good
explanation so he turned around again to continue on his way to his patrol
car.  Naturally this made Lindsay even more desperate.

       "No!  Please!  Don't do this!  I can't tell you, but it's like the
most important thing ever for me!  Don't stop me from going there!" Lindsay
cried, the idea of being denied Malibu feeling to her like he was
threatening to throw her in jail for 20 years.  Even waiting one more day
was excruciating and the next words flew off Lindsay's mouth before she
could even think about them.

       "Maybe we could...you know...work something out," Lindsay offered.

       Officer Easton was dedicated to his job.  He had been on highway
patrol for three years now and was working his way toward promotion
quickly.  He had received excellent marks on his annual progress reports
and had already been given several awards for his service.  But he was also
a flesh and blood man and the sound of what Lindsay said froze him in his
tracks.

       "What did you say?" Officer Easton asked as he turned around to face
Lindsay as the teen shifted nervously on her feet off to the side of the
roadway.

       Lindsay couldn't believe she had said that.  She wasn't some kind of
whore.  At least not a kind like that.  But it was too much for her to
consider losing out on the mansion.  And the more she thought about it the
more this made sense.  If this was the only way she was going to get to the
mansion then goddamnit she was going to do whatever it took.

       "Maybe we can work something out," Lindsay repeated.  "Ummm...you
give me what I want and let me go and maybe I can give you something you
want right back."

       If he's gay I'm toast, Lindsay thought to herself as she lifted up
her skirt just enough to give him a little tease of leg but nothing more.
She wished she had worn a blouse she could unbutton a little or something
low cut so she could show off her chest, but her top covered all of her
tits and she really couldn't work it like she would have wanted to.

       "What exactly are you offering?" Officer Easton demanded as he took
a few steps back toward the teenager.  His brain was telling him this was
crazy and a serious mistake, as well as a breach of duty to boot.  But his
cock was starting to tell him something else entirely.

       However he was going to tread very carefully here.  He didn't want
to leave himself open to some kind of entrapment from this bitchy little
temptress.

       "You can figure that out," Lindsay offered, a smile starting to curl
her lips.  She was actually starting to feel some stirring in her body.
The kind she got whenever she did something naughty at the mansion, that
she knew was wrong and couldn't stop herself from doing, just like that one
time Alyssa had gotten her web cam going and filmed her masturbating,
sinking a hard pink dildo into her even pinker pussy and putting it up on
the net with no look at her face and nary a hint of whose pussy it was
people were jerking off to.  That had been so fucking naughty, but it had
also completely anonymous and this wasn't.

       But Lindsay definitely felt that stirring inside her.  This cop was
kind of cute.  He wasn't too old or anything.  He was probably under 30.
He looked young at least.  And he definitely wasn't fat or ugly.  If she
was still into guys for reals, Lindsay might even have gone for him at one
point.  If getting a little naughty with some cute guy was going to make
sure she got to Malibu then she was totally willing to do it.  By this
point she was probably willing to do anything to get what she wanted.

       Officer Easton knew he shouldn't even be considering this.  If he
got caught he would have been lucky to be reassigned to giving out parking
tickets.  This was the sort of thing cops lost their jobs over.  But this
was Lindsay Lohan, not some random beach bimbo.  He was crazy if he didn't
at least explore the idea.  How many times was he ever going to have a
chance to score with a woman like this?

       "Are you serious?" Officer Easton asked.  He was now in front of
Lindsay and reporting her infraction now seemed like a low priority, at
least until he found out how willing she was to make good on this supposed
offer.

       Lindsay gulped a little nervously.  This was it.  She either had to
put out or shut up.  Could she really do this? Even when she'd been into
guys she'd never done anything like this and it was making her nervous and
forcing all her sexual bravado to leave her.

       But Lindsay's mind suddenly seized on a story she'd been told.  The
girls had all been talking about their wildest experiences recently and
Love and Rose had trumped them all with their tale about Love taking on a
whole squad of cops to get her and Rose out of jail in New Mexico or Texas
or Arizona or one of those states.  Lindsay couldn't remember all the
details, but she remembered the important ones, like how turned on the
story had made her.

       Her and Hilary's jaws had been on the floor at Love's confession,
but thinking of her sweetly slutty friend naked and taking on six hard
cocks at once had made them all wet and horny, even the ones who had
already heard the story.  Lindsay had even been one of the lucky girls,
along with Rose, Alyssa, Jewel, Christina and Jessica, who had reenacted
the story by using six strap ons on Love all at once and then giving the
same girlbanging treatment to Hilary.

       But remembering that night wasn't what had Lindsay's pulse racing
and heart pounding.  It was thinking about Love naked and taking on those
six hot guys fucking all her holes at once.  If Love could get herself
fucked by six guys to get out of jail, Lindsay knew she could handle one
cop.  And she might even get a hot story to share with her friends out of
it as well.

       It was time to stop thinking about doing this and start acting to
get what she wanted.

       "Am I serious?  Well what does this tell you?" Lindsay purred as she
suddenly reached out and began stroking the cop through his tan khaki
uniform pants.

       Even though they were standing on the side of the freeway with cars
zipping by, Officer Easton couldn't help but moan and stiffen from the
touch against his crotch.  Even through his pants, Lindsay's soft hand felt
incredible and he began wondering how much better other parts of her sexy,
young body felt.

       Officer Easton tried to tell himself he couldn't do this.  It was
wrong.  He was abusing his position and breaking what felt like pages and
pages of highway patrol regulations by even considering this.  But how
could be make her stop when deep down all he really wanted here was to bend
Lindsay over the hood of her car, yank up her skirt and fuck her raw until
she was screaming in ecstasy and his cum was dripping down her leg from her
well fucked pussy.

       He couldn't pretend he didn't love her touch and couldn't pretend he
didn't want more.  He was no actor.  He was just a horny cop who hadn't
gotten laid since breaking up with his girlfriend three weeks ago and who
had recognized Lindsay at first sight and had desired her even when she was
screaming and cursing at him.

       "You like officer?" Lindsay asked sweetly as she continued caressing
his cock through his uniform, their backs turned to the freeway so at least
it wasn't too obvious what she was doing.  "Do you want me to stop or do we
have a deal?"

       There it was.  The choice.  He could stick to regulations.  Give her
another ticket.  Impound her car and not feel guilty in the slightest.  Or
he could enjoy the touch of a barely legal superstar and see how far she
was willing to go. He could forget about duty and rules and live out the
fantasy he had often found himself dreaming about at night.

       As it turned out, that wasn't much of a choice at all.

       "Yeah," Officer Easton groaned.  "We got a deal.  Unless you're just
talk little girl."

       "Oh no...I'm not talk...I'm all about action, officer," Lindsay
smiled, her body quivering with excited nerves at the thought of what she
was about to do "Let's get somewhere more private and I'll show you how
much I want this to happen.  I'll show you just what I can do to a cute cop
like you."

       The more she did this, the more she wanted it.  Lindsay though this
cop was getting cuter by the second.  She could see his sandy blonde hair
peeking out of his hat and her pussy was getting wet over a guy for the
first time in like forever.  This was gonna be so much fun and there was no
reluctance in Lindsay's stroking of the cop's cock.  She wanted this and he
knew it.

       "There's a rest stop about a mile up the freeway," Officer Easton
said as he pulled away from the teen's sexy touch.  If he stayed much
longer he'd be shooting in his pants and he couldn't do that, not when he
wanted so much more.  "Let's go there."

       "I'll follow you," Lindsay promised.  "You have a first name
sweetie?  Or do you just want me to call you officer?"

       "Gary...it's Gary Easton," Gary replied, getting a smile from
Lindsay.

       "Then lead the way Gary," Lindsay offered.  "I'll be right behind
you and then we can have some real fun."

       The two gave each other one last look before heading off to their
cars.  Both of them had a look of disbelief in their eyes that they were
actually doing this, but that look couldn't entirely mask the lust they
both felt now.  This was crazy, no doubt about it, but if they were going
to start on this path, they both felt they had to see it through.

       But that didn't entirely quell the doubts Lindsay had.  She waited
for Gary to get in his car and pull back into the traffic of the freeway
before following him.  She couldn't help but think about getting in her car
and ditching him, leaving him at the rest stop as she continued onto
Malibu.  But that didn't make any sense.

       He would have come after her and there would have been no way to
talk herself out of trouble this time.  All she would have done was lead
police right to the mansion and she doubted anyone there would be happy
about that.

       Besides he really was cute.  The more Lindsay thought about this,
the cuter Gary seemed in her mind.  Her touch did lead her to believe he
had a nice cock too and it had been soooooo long since Lindsay had gotten
herself any dick...or more specifically any dick that wasn't made of
plastic.

       Maybe she could just see if she still liked it.  That was all this
would be, just a little taste of some meat before getting back to the girls
who had so completely satisfied her beyond her wildest sex dreams these
past months.

       She could do this.  It would be quick, it would be hot and it would
be fun.  Lindsay promised herself that.  And then she would be on her way.
No one ever had to know about this.

       Lindsay followed the freeway until she found the rest stop Gary had
mentioned.  She entered and drove around until she found Gary's car parked
toward the back.  He was standing by it and waiting for her.

       Part of Gary was surprised when Lindsay pulled in.  He had actually
kind of assumed she was going to try and ditch him and then he was going to
have to decide whether or not it was worth it to go after her and explain
why he had to begin a pursuit of someone he had pulled over and gotten out
of her vehicle.

       It had been a short drive over to the rest stop, but it had been
plenty of time for Gary to think about what he was about to do.  He had
heard stories about this before.  Hot girls using their bodies to get out
of speeding tickets, but he had always assumed it had been some kind of
urban legend or something.  No one really acted that way.  Maybe back in
the day before sexual harassment seminars and lawsuits if you even so much
as frowned in someone's general direction...but not now.

       Gary also wondered still if Lindsay was setting him up.  Was she
going to go over his head and find someone high up in the department
willing to help her and get him reassigned or, even worse, fired?

       But she sure seemed willing to go through with this and when she got
out of her Mercedes and began walking toward him, Gary was reminded why
exactly he was about to do this.  Because it was Lindsay fucking Lohan and
he was never, ever going to get another shot at something like this!

       He had been on highway patrol now for three years and never, ever
had anyone like this ever made a move on him.  Sure he had a girlfriend for
many of those years and would have remained loyal to her even if the
situation had arisen, but nothing ever had.

       Now he had a beautiful, barely legal, Hollywood star offering
herself up to him and no girlfriend to hold him back.  Rules and
regulations were one thing, but Gary knew if he didn't at least see this
through a little more, he would have been kicking himself in regret
forever.

       "So...ummm...where do you want to...you know...do this?" Lindsay
asked.  She was trying to be seductive and confident and act just like Love
must have that time, but mostly she felt nervous.  Horny and wet, but still
nervous nonetheless.

       "Ummm in here would be ok," Gary said with a little stammer as he
opened the door to his squad car again.

       "Ooooh romantic," Lindsay teased, hoping a little humor would make
everything easier for both of them.  "Do you take all your dates here
Gary?"

       "This...this is the first time I've done...well done this..." Gary
explained.

       "You're not a virgin are you?" Lindsay asked with an arched eyebrow
as she crawled into the passenger side of Gary's car.

       "What?  No.  Hell no!" Gary replied defensively.  "I just...in the
car...with...you know a..."

       "Chill officer," Lindsay said.  "I was just teasing.  No way a
hottie like you would be a virgin unless you were like super religious and
saving yourself or something."

       That got a chuckle out of Gary.  He definitely liked being called a
hottie, especially by someone like Lindsay.  She seemed sincere about it,
so he chose to believe that she felt that way.

       When Gary walked over to the other side of his patrol car and got
in, Lindsay swallowed hard again.  This was it.  No backing down now.

       "Before we do this, I've got some rules, ok?" Lindsay said as soon
as Gary closed the door behind him.

       "Rules?" Gary repeated, wondering what they were going to be and
whether or not they were going to ruin the fun before it even got started.
"Ok, shoot."

       "Ok, first rule, when we're done I get to go with no problems,"
Lindsay said.

       "Only if you promise to take care of those tickets in the morning,"
Gary countered.

       "Sure...whatever," Lindsay replied dismissively.  "Rule two, nothing
to the tabloids.  I have my assistant Google the hell out of my name every
day to see what everyone's saying about me and only two people are going to
know about what's going to happen here.  And I know that I'm not about to
go running off to some reporter about this. So if I see anything about this
I'll know its you and I'll...well I don't know what I do but it probably
involves a boot and your balls being crushed."

       "Fair enough," Gary said with a nervous gulp at the very idea of
that.

       "Third rule...you can't fuck me," Lindsay said.  That was a bit of
improvisation on her part, but it made sense, especially considering where
she was going next.  "No boy can get in there right now.  Understand?"

       Even though he didn't say anything, Gary was visibly disappointed
over that rule. But it didn't last.

       "Ok," Gary said and before the sounds were even out of his mouth,
Lindsay was smothering his lips in a kiss and throwing her arms around his
neck.

       "No more rules, now let's have some fun," Lindsay declared with a
nervous, but excited giggle as soon as the kiss ended.  "You can't fuck me
but I can totally get you off so good that your dick is gonna get hard
every time you hear my name."

       That sounded very good to Gary and even though he was a little
curious about that "no boy can get in there" remark and what the hell she
meant by that, he didn't press it.

       Why ask questions when he had a beautiful, famous teenager kissing
him and making promises which had him stiffening under his uniform just
from the words?  His ex-girlfriend had always told him he thought too much,
so right now all Gary was planning on doing was acting.

       He kissed the teen back, opening his mouth to allow his tongue to
slide against hers while he moaned from the touch of her small hands on his
chest through his uniform.  It had been too fucking long since he had been
with a girl and right now those nights sulking over his breakup with his ex
seemed like complete wastes of time.

       Lindsay let her hands roam all over his chest as she kissed him.  It
had been a while since she had been with a guy and it was like she was
exploring it all over again for the first time.  Kissing and touching Gary
reminded her why she had liked guys in the first place and also why she had
been so into girls lately.  Guys bodies were so rough and strong while
girls were so soft and tender.

       Lindsay was so used to girls now that kissing Gary, feeling his
slight stubble against her face and caressing the muscles in his chest was
strange, but still very good.  It was a rush to be doing this with a guy
again and Lindsay just wished she had a little bit more time to fully
explore Gary's body.

       She wanted to get him naked and see his whole body, but she didn't
have the time for that.  She reminded herself this was just a necessary
distraction.  Getting to Malibu as soon as possible was still the goal.

       "You've got yourself a pretty nice body there Gary," Lindsay said
appreciatively.

       "Thanks," Gary replied, not quite sure what to say.  "Ummm I work
out.  Uhhh I mean so do you.  You've got a great body Lindsay."

       "You're not going to say I'm too skinny or anything, are you?"
Lindsay teased, still trying to burn off her nerves through jokes.

       "God no! Well maybe before...but you're so much better now..." Gary
groaned, his ability to talk coherently leaving him as Lindsay began
stroking his cock again through his uniform.

       Well that was kind of a compliment, Lindsay thought to herself
before deciding not to make an issue out of it.  Instead she reached down
for her top and pulled it over her head, letting it fall down to the floor
of Gary's squad car as she exposed her chest encased in a sky blue bra.

       If she'd been in a more bosom exposing top today she would have worn
one of her push ups, but even in just a plain old Victoria's Secret bra,
Lindsay thought her tits looked pretty damn good that day.

       "Oh God," Gary moaned as he saw the freckled cleavage, his cock
starting to throb as he realized they really were going to do this.

       "I'm glad you approve," Lindsay giggled softly as her nipples
started to do some poking against her bra.  She reached down and began
rubbing them, giving Gary a little show.  Lindsay made her nipples swell
against the bra and soon she had two hard gumdrop shaped outlines under the
pale blue.

       She thought about reaching around back to unsnap her bra and unleash
the twins, but she held off on that.  It was time for a little tit for tat
first.

       Dropping her hands off her own body, Lindsay moved them back onto
Gary's.  The squad car wasn't exactly the most comfortable fit for this,
but Lindsay was able to maneuver without much difficulty.

       She leaned down in the passenger seat into Gary's lap and began
rubbing her cheek against his bulge, moaning as she felt the heat and the
hardness on her face.  Her cheek caressed Gary's cock, making it stiffen
even more, as Lindsay felt her pussy stir from all of the happy moans
spilling out of Gary's mouth.

       Finally Lindsay went for the prize by reaching up for Gary's zipper
and opening it slowly.  When she had it all the way down, Lindsay reached
inside Gary's pants and smiled at first contact.

       "Oh my," Lindsay smiled.  "This is going to be even more fun than I
thought.  How the hell do you not have a girlfriend right now with this big
cock of yours?"

       Getting a compliment from Lindsay Lohan about the size of his cock
was almost enough to send Gary into a pleasure coma right then and there,
but he held on to his self-control.  After all Lindsay might have had her
rule about fucking her, but Gary was going to make damn sure he got more
than a handjob through his pants.

       Gary frantically went for his own pants, undoing his belt and
pushing them down, gun, handcuffs and all, to the floor of the car.
Lindsay giggled at the rush to get his pants off for her.  She loved
knowing she was turning him on and her smile grew when she saw Gary's bulge
through his boxer shorts.  Her nerves were gone now and replaced by a rush
of confidence that not only could she get this guy off, she'd give him
something to remember forever.

       "You ever think about me Gary?" Lindsay asked, her husky voice on
full seductive purr.  "You ever fantasize about me when you jerk off?"

       Gary thought about lying, but there didn't seem to be much of a
point now to do anything but admit the truth.

       "Yesssss," Gary groaned as Lindsay began stroking his cock through
his shorts, her soft hand just one thin layer of clothing away from his
flesh.  "I have.  I saw you in `Mean Girls' like 20 times.  I kept renting
it and telling the guy at Blockbuster it was for my girlfriend.  I couldn't
help it!  You were so fucking hot in that movie."

       "Oooooh you naughty boy!" Lindsay squealed in delight.  "I was
underage in that movie you perv!  Mmmm bad little police officer.  Thinking
of fucking my underage pussy with your big cop cock.  That's what you
wanted, isn't it Gary?  Your big dick filling my tight little teen hole."

       "Mmmmmmm yeahhhhhh...I jerked off in the shower thinking of you
while my girlfriend was sleeping...fuck yeahhhhh wanted you so bad..." Gary
groaned as Lindsay increased her stroking, causing him to throb in her hand
and a small dark spot of precum to soak against his boxers.  "I couldn't
believe it when I saw it was you speeding!"

       "Mmmm and you're so hard for me now baby," Lindsay moaned, loving
the feel of power she had over this older man.  This must have been just
how Love felt that day.  To have someone hard in your hand and ready to do
anything to have you.

       "You want me to suck you Gary?" Lindsay asked.  "You want me to pull
your cock out and suck it into my hot mouth and make you come?  Would you
like that Gary?  All those times you saw me in my movie and jerked off for
me, did you want to shoot your load on my face?  Ooooh or my tits?  Mmmm or
maybe make me swallow it.  I'll do anything you want with my mouth Gary.
I'll totally let you stuff it so good with that big cock of yours.  Tell me
what you want and I'll do it.  That's our deal."

       It was no surprise what Gary wanted and he didn't make any attempt
to shy away from it.

       "Suck my cock!" Gary ordered, his hand pressing against the back of
Lindsay's head and grabbing her red hair as he pushed her down into his
lap.  "You want out of those tickets Lindsay?  You want to be on your way?
Then suck my cock into that dirty little mouth of yours!"

       "Mmmmmmmmm yesssssss," Lindsay moaned as her mouth pressed down to
Gary's cock through his shorts, his hand keeping her bent over in the seat
across from his.  He helpfully moved his seat back, giving her a little
more room to operate.

       She loved how his hand on her head felt, like he was forcing her to
do this even though she was feeling more hungry for his cock then for any
boy she had ever been with before.

       Lindsay breathed hard against Gary's boxers, her wet drool starting
to seep out as he held her down.  The dark stain on his boxers grew, but
his boxers weren't the only thing getting wet.  Lindsay moaned as she felt
her own arousal heat up.  Her panties were clinging tightly to her pussy
now from the juice she was starting to drip.

       She so badly wanted to reach under her skirt and touch herself, but
she knew she had to wait.  Right now her hands needed to be used right
here.

       The only sounds in the car were of their moans mixing together.
Lindsay was completely bent over in the passenger seat, leaning down into
Gary's lap as he held her down by her red hair.  Her nipples felt like they
were going to tear through her bra and she couldn't remember the last time
a guy had made her this wet.  This felt so fucking naughty and that was
what she loved most about it.

       Lindsay opened up and began mouthing Gary through his shorts,
feeling the outline of his cock with her young, wet mouth while her hand
reached up to caress his balls.

       She felt him throb and heard his moans and it just made her wetter.
She couldn't believe how fate had lead her here, but, just like that
magical first time when Angelina Jolie held her to her naked body and
making her watch all the frenzied lesbian fucking at the party, Lindsay
knew she needed this bad.

       "I want your cock officer," Lindsay groaned, dropping the "Gary"
because it felt naughtier this way.  "Give it to me!  Stuff my mouth with
it!"

       That just got her another firm push on the back of her head and
Lindsay got the idea.  It was up to her. Gary wasn't going to do a thing.
She was going to have to make all the moves because he was the cop and she
was the slut who was offering to suck dick to get out of a ticket.  But she
didn't mind.  She liked it.  It turned her on.

       Lindsay continued mouthing Gary's cock, drooling onto his boxers
while she sucked him through the thin material to drive him into a frenzy.
Her tactic worked and Gary moaned louder as he began to hump himself
against Lindsay's mouth.  Lindsay sucked him harder through the outline of
his shorts, tasting his precum and her own spit and loving the nasty feel
of it all.

       Finally she couldn't take anymore. She had to have the real thing in
her and she tugged Gary's soaked boxers down to his knees, freeing what she
craved.

       "Ooooooh fuck you're big," Lindsay said with wide eyed lust as she
drank in the sight of his bare cock sticking straight out like a pink
missile, a little droplet of white precum on the tip of his head and his
balls swollen with desire.

       "Too big for you little girl?" Gary laughed, taking his turn to
tease the teen.  "I heard stories about you.  I heard you love sucking
dick."

       "Lies...all lies," Lindsay smirked as she took Gary's thick cock in
her hands and began stroking it, enjoying her first real feel of her flesh
on his.  "I'm a good girl.  I never suck cock. Only bad girls do that.
Mmmmm but your cock makes me want to be a bad girl."

       Lindsay proved that by darting her tongue out to lick up the drop of
cock cream leaking out from Gary's head.  She then took his cock in her
hand again and slapped her own face with it, smacking herself on each cheek
before taking it and rubbing it against her lips, almost like she was
putting on lipstick.  Mmmm but this was the best kind of make up and she
felt Gary throb in her hand as precum dripped out and onto her cheeks and
face.

       "Awwww fuck!" Gary grunted.  "You're no good girl Lindsay!  You're a
nasty fucking one!  Sucking my cock to get out of trouble!  Mmmm what would
those fans of yours if they saw you bent over with your shirt off sucking
my dick?"

       Lindsay didn't answer.  She didn't have to.  Words were unnecessary
when she opened wide, gripped Gary's length with her hand and shoved his
meat into her cock- starved mouth.

       Gary grunted again and moaned in ecstasy as Lindsay's mouth engulfed
his cock and the teen reacted to her own action by finally lifting up her
skirt up around her waist and shoving her free hand into her panties,
rubbing her pussy furiously as she began to go down on a man she had barely
met.

       Contrary to the tabloids, Lindsay had hardly been a whore, at least
when she had been into guys.  Now that girls were her thing, she was a slut
and a whore and proud of it.  But when she had been dating guys, she had
never done even a fraction of the things the gossips had made it seem like
she had.

       She had only had a few boyfriends and had never been one to slut it
up pre Malibu.  She had dressed sexy, danced a lot and had a few too many
cocktails a couple of times, but it wasn't like she was the easy lay
everyone had painted her to be.

       So she wasn't exactly an expert in sucking cock.  But she was horny
and enthusiastic and while she wasn't quite a porno star with her mouth,
she knew more than enough to feel she could make Gary feel very good and
very soon.  And even if she had felt some nerves still about her technique,
Gary's moans would have eased them instantly because he sure seemed to love
what she was doing.

       Gary's happy grunts and moans were the only sounds in the car
besides the wet sucking sounds of Lindsay going down on his exposed cock.
With him sitting down, his cock pointed straight up and was in the perfect
position for Lindsay to feed herself from the passenger seat.

       Lindsay kept her hand buried under her panties, sliding her fingers
into her rapidly soaking cunt, while the other was wrapped around Gary's
thick shaft, jacking him while she sucked the head of his cock and moved
down, taking in an inch at a time with each downward bob of her young lips.

       "Ohhhhhhh fuck!" Gary grunted.  "I can't believe this!  I can't
fucking believe you're sucking my cock!  Mmmmm shit you've got such hot
little lips Lindsay!  Wrap them tight around my cock!  I want to fuck your
mouth little girl!"

       Lindsay looked up at Gary with soft, lustful eyes as her lips tugged
into a smile even while they continued to be wrapped around her lover's
hard cock.  He seemed to like calling her "little girl" even though he
wasn't that much older than her.  She didn't mind it.  It made it a little
more kinky and she was all for that.

       Lindsay even wondered if she called Gary "daddy" he'd shoot his load
all over her without any other stimulation necessary, but with her well
known father issues she didn't want to go there...at least not on their
first time.  Not that she was going to see Gary again after this...or was
she?

       The redhead pushed those thoughts out of her mind by sucking more of
Gary's dick into her mouth, pushing herself down until she had almost half
of his shaft in her mouth.  Lindsay didn't have a tape measure handy, but
her guess was that Gary had to be close to 10 inches.

       It sent a shiver through her body to think of trying to suck him all
the way down, but she didn't dare try it.  That was almost too much.  But
she could still have lots of fun and make sure Gary gave her a hot, creamy
present before she went on her way.

       As she sucked his cock with wet slurps of her warm mouth, Lindsay's
hand moved away from Gary's shaft and gravitated toward his balls.  She
caressed them with her fingers at first before moving to palming them,
loving how they throbbed from her touch.

       They felt so full and Lindsay eagerly dreamed about the size of the
load she was going to get.  It was all so weird to her.  Twenty minutes ago
she'd been thinking of nothing but hot girls and now all she was focused on
was draining the balls of a guy she didn't even know outside of the nametag
on his uniform.

       Lindsay had her fingers buried in her pussy knuckle deep now,
shoving her two probing digits in fast and hard, rubbing them in her pussy
as she indulged in this wicked moment.  Sucking Gary's cock into her mouth
while she fucked herself felt so goddamn slutty she shivered with ecstasy.
Mmmmm if only her mom and those record company stiffs could see her now,
doing what she really loved.  They'd all die from shock.

       Ooooooh or even better if Hilary saw her.  She'd love it if her
blonde friend was here sucking cock with her, sharing the thick meat with
her like they'd shared strap ons in the past.  They could make Gary shoot
all over them so they could share his white cum, kissing deeply and passing
it back and forth until they swallowed every drop.  That sounded so hot and
Lindsay picked up speed in her fingering.

       Rubbing Gary's balls with her free hand had Lindsay dying with
curiosity.  Of all the guys she'd blown, she'd never sucked their balls.
She'd always wondered what the taste had been like but had always held
back, afraid her boyfriends would think she was dirty.  But if all those
trips to the mansion had taught her anything, it was that she should never
hold back in bed and that dirty was good.

       With a deep gasp of breath, Lindsay pulled her lips off Gary's cock
and left him stiff and throbbing for her.  Her spit dripped off his pink
cock and Lindsay giggled in horny wonderment over her own actions.

       She asked herself what was she doing and just as quickly the answer
came to her.  She was having fun.

       "What?"  Gary asked as he saw his young lover trying to cover her
mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle her laughter.  "What's so
funny?"

       But he never got an answer and a second later he didn't care because
Lindsay pushed her head down even lower and began tonguing his balls.  It
was a tentative exploration at first, with little wet flicks of her tongue
against them, but she quickly got into it and began licking them
everywhere, coating them with her horny saliva before opening her mouth and
taking them inside.

       Lindsay sucked on Gary's balls with gusto, taking them one at a time
into her mouth and wrapping her lips around them just as easily as she'd
done to his cock.

       "OHHHHHH FUCK YEAHHHH!" Gary shouted with a strong grunt.  He
couldn't believe Lindsay was doing this to him.  His ex had always sucked
him off like it was some chore she had to do and this girl he had only
fantasized about was not only taking his cock down her mouth like she was
starved for meat, but she was working her teen mouth over his aching balls
and making him see that no matter how many doubts he had ever had, there
was a God who apparently liked him very much.

       "Yeahhhhhh you dirty girl!  Suck my balls!"  Gary groaned his hand
gripping Lindsay's red hair again and pulling on it just right.  "Suck them
into your little fucking mouth!  Nasty little slut!  Sucking my balls to
get out of a ticket!  Fuck!  You're amazing Lindsay!"

       Lindsay loved the compliment, but what she loved even more was the
feel of Gary pulling her hair.  She loved it when the girls pulled on her
hair when they fucked her.  The boys who had tried it with her had always
done it too hard.  But her girlfriends had always done it just how she
wanted it.

       She loved having it pulled hard enough to make her feel like a
naughty girl who had to be punished, but soft enough that she didn't feel
like her hair was going to be pulled out by its roots.  Gary was doing it
just like that and Lindsay felt like her pussy was about to explode all
over her fingers from it.  It was all making her so hot.

       Lindsay swiped her tongue all around Gary's balls again while her
hand jerked him off and made sure he stayed rock hard for her.  She bathed
his balls with her spit, loving the musky, sweaty taste and sucked them
into her mouth for another long taste, feeling the heat radiating down onto
her face like she soon hoped his cum would be splashing down on her.  She
couldn't wait to have him shoot off and she didn't want to miss a drop.

       "Tell me when you're about to come," Lindsay breathlessly requested
when she finally let him go.  She moved back down to suck her lover back
into her mouth, but before she could, Gary stopped her and instead pulled
her from her perched position in the other seat right up to him.

       Before Lindsay could ask what he was doing, he smothered her lips in
a heated kiss.  She closed her eyes and moaned, sucking his tongue into her
mouth just like she'd been sucking his cock.  Mmmmm he kissed sooooo nice.
Not as nice as a girl, but for a boy he wasn't half bad.

       Lindsay's moans reached the level of high pitched squeals when Gary
reached up and began squeezing her tits through her bra, rubbing his strong
hands against her swollen nipples and making her body tingle from the
friction of her bra against her overheated flesh.

       Gary's touch was rough, but not mean...forceful, but not
painful...passionate but not overenthusiastic.  Lindsay squealed in rapture
and ground herself against his lap, making sure her skirt was pulled up
enough so his beautiful dick could feel the wetness soaking her panties.

       And if that was too subtle, Lindsay showed off how wet she was by
pulling her hand up and caressing Gary's face with it, getting her juices
on his cheek while they passionately kissed, their sweaty foreheads
touching.

       Gary loved the wet touch on his face and squeezed Lindsay's soft,
full tits harder, rubbing her nipples and making her break the kiss so she
could toss her head back and cry out her pleasure, sending her red hair
flying back and then over her face as her neck snapped back.

       "Ooooooh you like Gary?  You like those tits?" Lindsay groaned as
she brushed her hair away from her eyes.  "You like squeezing my soft teen
tits?"

       "Love it...mmmmm yeahhhhh such fucking hot tits," Gary replied
huskily before burying his face in Lindsay's cleavage and licking at her
freckles and the curves of her chest.

       Lindsay cried out again at the feel of her lover's tongue on her and
she quickly moved her hands to her back.  All those times with girls had
made her an expert at unhooking bras, but she was so excited that her hands
fumbled with the clasp before she finally got it off and freed her tits by
throwing her bra down onto the car floor.

       "Mmmmmm," Gary happily moaned as his hands got all over the bare tit
flesh offered to him, massing them with skilled passion as he kissed all
over her naked skin, sucking on her nipples and making the redhead mew with
happiness.

       "Ohhhhhh a tit man huh," Lindsay smiled.  "Mmmmm I'm making these
things nice and big again for boys like you Gary.  You love them don't you
baby?  You love squeezing and kissing my soft titties.  Bet you'd love to
fuck them wouldn't you?  Squeezing that big cock of yours between my
titties.  Is that what you want Gary?  Say it and I'll totally let you
fucking do it to me!"

       "Yesssssss please!" Gary groaned.  "Let me fuck your hot tits
Lindsay!  That's what I wanted to do when I saw your movie so many fucking
times!"

       That earned Gary another long kiss from the horny redhead.  Their
bodies ground together as Lindsay moaned from the feel of Gary's hard cock
poking against her, rubbing her pussy through her panties.  It was almost
enough for her to reconsider her rule that he couldn't fuck her...almost,
but not entirely.

       The kiss lingered as their bodies touched, both of them loving the
contrast between them...him being bottomless and her being topless.  Gary
moved his hands down and grabbed Lindsay's ass through her skirt and
panties, getting another happy cry from the teen.

       Mmmm he wasn't as good as girls, but none of her boyfriends had ever
gotten her this hot.  Lindsay felt she definitely had to reward Gary for
that and she knew just how.

       Lindsay pulled away and repositioned herself again in her seat so
she could lean down and take Gary back into her mouth.  She stuck her ass
out, almost pressing it right up against the window and opened wide to bob
her head up and down again on his prick.

       She wrapped her lips in a tight seal around Gary's cock head and
lowered herself down, sucking him into her waiting mouth and making sure he
was plenty wet for what she wanted to do next.

       Anyone passing by the car would have gotten quite an eyeful.
Lindsay's skirt was pulled up and because she was bending over, her blue
panties exposed and visibly wet.  Her face was hidden so recognizing her
might have been a stretch, but there was no masking what she was doing to
her half naked lover.

       The rule about the squad car a rocking and not coming a knocking was
in full effect, but neither Lindsay nor Gary would have been inclined to
stop even if a tour group found itself stationed outside the car.

       Lindsay slid her hand back into her drenched panties and hissed
carnally as she penetrated her pussy again with her fingers.  Gary also
made more than his fair share of noise as Lindsay worked his cock over with
her tongue and mouth.  She would lick all over his shaft, dribbling her
saliva on it and then dive down to suck it in, tasting her own spit and
loving it.  Each wet bob of her head made another inch of his cock
disappear into her teen mouth.

       Gary saw his cock poking against Lindsay's cheek and he nearly lost
it, but he gritted his teeth and held on.  And he was very happy he did
that a moment later when Lindsay made her move.

       After working his cock more than halfway into her mouth, Lindsay
wanted more.  She was too intimidated to think about taking his length all
the way down and deep throating him the way she imagined Love must have
done to those cops, but she did love the feel of his cock stuffing her
mouth and sliding down her throat.  However Gary seemed like he was about
to come and Lindsay couldn't wait.

       She pulled off his cock and left it glistening with her saliva.  But
she gave it an extra coating anyway by leaning her mouth down and spitting
right onto his cock head.  The wetness fell from her mouth and onto his
cock and Gary moaned as Lindsay's hand began moving up and down his shaft,
spreading her spit all over his inches and making sure he was nice and
lubed up for what she wanted.  It wasn't going to be the most comfortable
position, but Lindsay knew she could pull it off.

       "Lean your seat all the way back," Lindsay said.  "I need room."

       Gary was nearly dumbstruck with ecstasy as he did so and watched
Lindsay move herself into a new position, stretching and pressing her chest
to his lap.  With Gary's cock naked, wet and throbbing with need, it was
easy for her to arch up and slide it between her tits, so the head was
poking out of the top of her cleavage.

       "Do it officer!" Lindsay lustfully ordered.  "Fuck my tits!  Squeeze
them and fuck them!  Fuck my titties good with that big cock of yours and
spurt your yummy cum all over them!"

       Gary spent his whole day taking orders from his superiors and there
was never any order he obeyed with more excitement than this one.  He
reached down and grabbed Lindsay's tits, squeezing them around his cock and
enveloping his hardness in her soft, young freckled flesh.

       "Ohhhhhh fuck yeahhhhh," Gary groaned.  "You've got such amazing
tits Lindsay!"

       "Fuck them officer!" Lindsay pleaded as she continued fingering
herself under her panties, stretching them out with her hand and working
her pussy into an absolute creamy frenzy.  "Make your nasty jerk off
fantasy come true and fuck my famous tits!"

       Gary did just that, keeping his hands on her soft flesh and pressing
them tightly to his cock as he began thrusting his hips.  He didn't do it
too fast.  Slower was better here. It gave him a better chance to
appreciate the exquisite pleasure of fucking a recently legal celebrity's
tits.

       Her girlish mounds felt so good wrapped around his cock and it was
made even better when her horny tongue would dart out and lick his cock
head every time it pushed through her cleavage.

       "Yeahhhhh gonna make me come!" Gary grunted.

       "Come for me officer!" Lindsay moaned, her fingers rubbing her clit
and getting herself right on the edge as she continued to lick Gary's cock
every time it neared her mouth.  "Shoot your cum all over my tits!  Mmmm
soak my freckles in cop cum!  I know it's what you fucking want you dirty
boy.  I want it too!  Make my titties sticky with hot cum!"

       Lindsay felt her clit swell and throb against her pinching fingers
and she wanted to close her eyes and just let the ecstasy flow through her.
But doing that would have kept her from seeing Gary's orgasm and she didn't
want to miss that for anything.  She had never been this aggressive with a
boy before and she knew why.

       Before she had been seduced by Angelina, she had been a girl.  Now
she was a woman and ready to fuck like one.

       "So close...so fucking close," Gary groaned, his head rolling back
against the head rest.  Lindsay's tits felt so soft.  It was like heaven
enveloping his cock and being able to see her beautiful face eager for his
load was better than any fantasy he ever could have dreamed up about her.

       As he passed through her cleavage again, Lindsay sucked Gary's
cockhead lovingly and got her free hand to work.  Taking his balls into her
hand again, Lindsay massaged them with a gentle passion, soft enough not to
hurt him, but forceful enough to practically milk the load she craved right
out of him.

       "AHHHHHH FUCK!!!" Gary shouted in rapture as his cock throbbed and
shot off while buried between Lindsay's tits.  The first spurt of his load
landed on the teen's chin and down her neck and she happily shrieked in
delight.

       "Yesssssssssss oooooooooh coat me in cum Gary!" Lindsay urged,
working her tits faster around his cock as he squeezed her tight and came
all over her.  She rubbed herself furiously as his load shot onto her tits,
making her skin sizzle and tingle and she quickly got herself off too,
crying out in girlish delight at the pleasure her fingers were bringing
her.

       "Yesssssss oooooh yessssssss...mmmmmm soak my titties," Lindsay
cooed as she came, her pussy clamping down so tight on her fingers.  "Mmmmm
feels soooooo good!"

       All Gary could do was grunt as his balls emptied with white streams
all over Lindsay's chest.  He painted her freckles, just like he'd always
dreamed, as spurt after spurt showered her soft, young tits.

       With a happy moan, Gary shot his last drop of cum and closed his
eyes to feel it all wash over him.  But he didn't let his eyes stay shut
for long and it was a good thing because when he opened them he was treated
to the sight of Lindsay sitting up licking her pussy coated fingers and
then using them to scoop up the cum on her chin and neck and swallowing it.

       Lindsay smiled happily like she was eating ice cream and did the
same thing to her tits, using her fingers to collect the cum on them and
then sucking them into her mouth until they were clean.

       "Mmmmm soooooo yummy," Lindsay groaned as she swallowed Gary's cum
down.

       Both their brains were a little scrambled now and Lindsay felt a
need to be held.  She moved over and placed herself in Gary's lap.  It was
a tight fit with the steering wheel in the way, but they managed and she
found Gary very receptive to holding her.  Lindsay hugged him tight and
closed her eyes as he did the same to her, their afterglows coming down on
them like a sunset as their arms squeezed each other.

       Lindsay always loved cuddling and she began softly kissing Gary's
neck and cheek.  She didn't think he'd want a kiss on the lips after what
she'd just done, but he surprised her and put his hand to her cheek to push
her to his lips.  They kissed tenderly, rubbing their tongues together and
closing their eyes as the last tremors of their orgasms flowed through
their bodies.

       Neither quite knew what to say to each other after all that and
Lindsay finally had to break the silence.

       "So...am I ok now?" Lindsay asked.

       "More than ok," Gary smiled.  "That was incredible."

       "Yeah totally," Lindsay agreed.  "I didn't know it was going to be
that good.  That was really...wow."

       But as much as she enjoyed being close to Gary at that moment,
Lindsay hadn't forgotten where she was going.  A little fun with some cock
wasn't going to satisfy her craving for pussy.  Her orgasm here had been
nice, but she wanted so much more and it was something only her friends in
Malibu could give her.

       After giving Gary another kiss, Lindsay pulled herself off his lap
and reached for her discarded bra and top.  Gary watched in appreciation as
she covered up her tits while he made no effort whatsoever to do the same
to his wet and now soft cock.  With her chest now dressed again, Lindsay
straightened out her skirt and moaned softly as she felt her panties cling
to her still horny pussy.

       "Mmmmm fuck you got me so wet baby," Lindsay declared.  "Oooooh I
fucking soaked my panties from sucking you off."

       That confession triggered something in Gary and before he even
thought about his words they were flying past his lips.

       "Can I have them?" Gary asked.

       "What?" Lindsay asked in slight surprise.

       "Your panties.  Can I have them?" Gary repeated, a blush crossing
his face, but he figured he'd already asked so there was no reason to back
off now.

       "Perv," Lindsay teased again.  "You naughty boy.  Trying to keep my
wet panties."

       But even as she teased, Lindsay reached under her skirt to pull them
down.  With a little bit of wiggling in her seat, she managed to get them
off her legs and into her hand.  She leaned in and gave Gary another long
kiss and pushed them into his hands, giving him a lasting souvenir of their
encounter.

       Gary returned the kiss as she closed his hand around her silky blue
panties, moaning as he felt her wetness against his palm.

       "I gotta go," Lindsay said.  "But this was fun."

       "Can I call you?" Gary asked.  He knew it sounded lame.  But what
the hell.

       "Jeez, first my panties and now my number.  Is there anything you
don't want?" Lindsay laughed.

       But Gary was serious and Lindsay knew it.  And even though she had
gone into this thinking she'd never see him again, she couldn't help but
wonder if it wasn't such a bad idea.

       The last thing she needed right now was a boyfriend or even some
clingy guy hoping for a booty call, but Gary was cute and he had totally
made her hot.  She tossed the idea around in her head for a few seconds
before reaching what she felt was a good compromise.

       "Give me yours," Lindsay said holding out her bare palm in the
absence of paper.  "I'll call you."

       "Are you going to take care of those tickets in the morning?" Gary
asked as he pulled the pen out of his uniform's breast pocket and scribbled
down his cell number on her hand.

       "Maybe," Lindsay said, opening the car door and pulling her body out
before turning around to face Gary again and winking.  "Or maybe not.  I
might just want you to pull me over again some other time, officer."

* * * * *

       The classical music filled the Staples Center in Los Angeles as the
ice rink which usually served for hockey Los Angeles Kings style was taken
over by figure skaters.  It wasn't a large group and it was just practice.
Coaches and nervous parents watched on, but the most intent pair of eyes
belonged to the man sitting in his seat and watching with pride as a young
beauty, barely past her 16th birthday glided along the ice.

       He offered her no encouragement or criticism.  He knew she didn't
need it.  She was a natural.  All she needed to know was that he was there
for her.

       As the man stared straight ahead at the young skater, he heard the
footsteps behind him and sighed.  They quickly got closer and the man found
himself wondering the same thing he always did in these situations.  Was
this how it ended for him?

       In the kind of business he was in, the end never came dramatically
with the raging explosion of a car bomb or a rattling hail of gunfire.  It
came with the quiet footsteps of the ones you least suspected.

       "I had wondered when it would be that we crossed paths again," the
man said in heavily accented English without ever turning around.  "I must
admit I did not think it would be so soon."

       "I suppose we don't even have to ask how you knew it was us?" Waldo
inquired.

       "My dear boy, it has been some time since we have encountered each
other, but I have not lost the eyes in the back of my head," the man
explained as he finally turned around to face Waldo and Franklin.  "They
are the only way I have been able to stay alive for so long."

       "Well we're not here to change that," Franklin replied.  "So you can
relax Dimitri."

       "The day I relax is the day I really will die," Dimitri chuckled.
"So why are you here?  If I know you two well, and I do, then I know you
are not in the habit of revealing yourselves unnecessarily.  As I recall,
your exploits have left you with many enemies on many continents, including
your own."

       "Well we tried to lay low, but trouble found us," Waldo said.  "Now
we need some help."

       "From me?" Dimitri asked.  "You will need to look elsewhere boys.  I
am retired from all that foolishness."

       "So you're in town for absolutely no reason then, is that right?"
Waldo asked skeptically.

       "People like you can never retire," Franklin stated.  "You wouldn't
know what to do with yourself.  People like you have seen action on every
continent and after awhile you don't know how to live any other way.  C'mon
Dimitri, before you were our age you were in Vietnam when the French still
thought they could hold a few rebels down.  You were on the first flight
out of Dallas on November 22, 1963.  You knew Iran was going to collapse
before the Shah even knew how to spell Khomeini.  You were sipping drinks
and laughing when the first bullets flew in Grenada and Panama.  You know
exactly where Saddam's gold is buried. Hell you probably buried it yourself
and you made damn sure the first pipeline out of the new and improved Iraq
was pumping oil for Mother Russia.  You've been to Beirut, Venezuela,
Pakistan and you saw the falling Iron Curtain knock too many dictators
heads clean off to count."

       "You know my history well, Franklin," Dimitri laughed. "But what is
your point?"

       "My point is that you wouldn't know how to retire even if you wanted
to," Franklin said. "You're of too much use to your government.  You know
too many secrets to just be left alone and you're too well connected to
kill. That makes you an asset still."

       "And what exactly does that make you two?" Dimitri asked.

       "Us?  We're just a couple of stoners who want to be left alone, but
know that there's something out there that shouldn't be," Waldo
interjected.  "It's dangerous and it's in the wrong hands."

       "I don't know anything that you're talking about," Dimitri insisted.
"I am retired."

       "Then why are you in town?" Franklin demanded.  "Tell us why you're
here!"

       "I am on vacation," Dimitri answered.  "It has been far too long
since I have visited your lovely United States of America.  I thought I
might meet some movie stars while I am here.  I have people who tell me you
might be able to introduce me to some particularly young and pretty ones."

       "Where did you hear that?" Waldo asked, getting nothing but a shrug
from the Russian.

       "I hear things around," Dimitri claimed.  "There will always be
people willing to share information with people like me."

       News about their neighbors and what went on at the mansion was
hardly the kind of thing Waldo and Franklin wanted traveling around
international intelligence circles, but there wasn't much they could do
about it now.  Besides, they couldn't lose focus.  Waldo and Franklin
shared a look and decided to try another tactic.

       "She's beautiful," Waldo asked as he and Franklin moved closer to
the ice and eyed the same figure skater Dimitri had been keeping such a
close eye on as she hit a perfect triple axle.

       "That is my daughter Rebecca," Dimitri said.  "I tell her she could
be an Olympic champion, but all she wants is to be in the American Ice
Capades.  It is always the Ice Capades.  Nothing I can say can convince her
to want more.  But I suppose there is a beauty to the simple dreams."

       "She's very talented," Franklin said.  "It would be a real shame if
you weren't there to see her grow up."

       "And what do you mean by that?" Dimitri demanded, his tone suddenly
more menacing.

       "Oh don't worry, we wouldn't do anything," Franklin said.  "But we
have some old acquaintances back in CIA that might be very interested to
know you're back in town.  Old acquaintances who would be very interested
to know how a certain briefcase disappeared from the U.S. embassy in Moscow
a few years ago containing some very sensitive documents.  It would be very
hard to raise your daughter, Dimitri, if you were amongst the forgotten at
Guantanamo Bay.  And that would only be if you're lucky."

       "Yeah things have changed around here when it comes to possible
enemies of the state," Waldo added.  "There's no lawyer.  There's no trial.
Hell it's not even like America at all.  And Guantanamo might not be the
best place for you Dimitri.  There are probably a few people there who
remember you from that poppy field you used to own in Afghanistan and those
interesting jobs you used to take while Russia was fighting the war."

       Dimitri sat back in his seat and forced a smile and a wave at his
daughter as she skated on by.  The girl smiled back and gave a friendly
wave before continuing on.

       "I see you boys are playing what you Americans call hardball,"
Dimitri sighed.  "What is it you want to know?"

       "Where's Brandon?" Waldo demanded.  "What is he using the MAW device
for and what is he planning to do with it?"

       "Your old friend did not share his plans with me," Dimitri replied.

       "No but he will," Franklin predicted.  "Something big is going down.
A lot of international flights are coming in with V.I.P.s on them.  We've
been getting reports all day.  I doubt you all chose to take your vacations
at the same time at the same place."

       "I know nothing right now," Dimitri insisted, before relenting.
"But I soon will.  In a few days I will contact you."

       "Then I'm sure someone as smart as you will know how find us," Waldo
said as he and Franklin started to walk away.  "We'll be waiting."

       "And where is the third person of your little group?" Dimitri
inquired.  "Where is Delbert?  Do not tell me that someone finally got to
the indestructible warrior?  That would truly be a shame."

       "Yeah someone got to him," Franklin sighed.  "Someone got to him all
right, but not like how you think."

* * * * *

       "I don't know what to do Rosario," Tara Reid sighed as she sat back
in her bathtub, her bare back pressing against the equally nude body of her
friend.  "Why won't he fuck me?"

       "Maybe he's gay," Rosario Dawson suggested as she took a washcloth
and squeezed soapy water all over Tara's chest, the little bubbles sticking
to her pink flesh.  "After all you said he does live with two other guys."

       "No he's definitely not gay," Tara insisted.  "I have the world's
best gaydar.  I'd totally know if he was.  He's just...different."

       "Your gaydar is terrible Tara!" Rosario shot back.  "Remember when
you were dating that quarterback in Baltimore and you had no idea until you
walked in on him fucking some dude on his offensive line.  I was the one
whose shoulder you were sobbing on then.  You had no idea he was into
guys."

       "Well that was the exception," Tara claimed as Rosario rolled her
eyes.  "Besides now that I think about it, it was kind of hot.  I should
have joined in or something. But that was just that one time.  My gaydar is
perfect every other time.  Remember, I totally knew you and Rachael would
be into girls.  So I got that right, didn't I?"

       "Oh yeah, you definitely did," Rosario smiled.  "Now turn around."

       That got a giggle from Tara and she turned around in the water so
she and Rosario were face to face and tit to tit.  Rosario leaned in and
kissed her blonde friend, pressing their large, soapy chests together.
Rosario's natural tits and Tara's enhanced pair mashed together, making
their nipples swell up as their kiss deepened and their tongues came out to
play.

       Rosario still believed this guy was either gay or nuts, but she
humored her friend.  After all he had saved her from that psycho cunt Jaime
Pressley and that was definitely a good point for him.  Anyone who would
stick his neck out for her friend was ok in Rosario's book.  Still he
seemed damn strange from everything Tara had said about him.

       "I just wish he'd fuck me," Tara sighed when the kiss ended, getting
a frustrated groan from Rosario.

       "Tara honey, you've been obsessing about this guy non stop," Rosario
said.  "When you stripped for him not only did he pass out but his friends
did too?  Doesn't that tell you something's a bit strange?"

       "It just means I have to try harder," Tara insisted.  "I've just
never had a guy not want to fuck me before.  It's so strange.  I don't know
what to do, but he's the greatest guy I've ever met Rosario.  He's so kind
and tender and brave and loving and he's just absolutely perfect.  I love
him and I know he loves me.  But I can't get him to fuck me and it's
driving me crazy!"

       "Well let me give you something to distract you from that silly
boy," Rosario said, circling her arms around Tara and pulling her in for
another kiss.

       "Ooooh at least you want to fuck me," Tara giggled.

       "Honey, I always want to fuck you," Rosario grinned.  The two kissed
again but suddenly stopped when what sounded like stones being thrown
against Tara's window hit their ears.  Tara's bathroom was connected to her
master bedroom so the sounds were close.

       "What was that?" Rosario asked.

       "I'd better find out," Tara said, leaping out of the tub and not
even bothering to throw anything over her completely naked body as she
scampered out.

       "Tara wait!" Rosario said, going after her friend and pausing only
to wrap a towel around her body.  She walked into Tara's bedroom and found
the blonde still naked and staring out her window and what sounded like
singing coming from below.

       "It's him!" Tara excitedly squealed and Rosario craned over her
shoulder to see Delbert standing underneath Tara's bedroom window playing a
guitar and singing a famous ode to Garden State love.

       "You know she thrills me with all her charms, when I'm wrapped up in
my baby's arms..." Delbert sang as Tara sighed in loving appreciation for
the gesture.  "'My little girl gives me everything.  I know that some day
she'll wear my ring.  So don't bother me, I aint got no time. I'm on my way
to see that girl of mine.  Cause nothing matters in this whole wide world,
when you're in love with a Jersey girl!  Sha la la la la la Sha la la la la
la la!"

       While Delbert was shalalaing his way into Tara's heart, Rosario had
to shake her head and hug her friend.

       "You're right sweetie, he is absolutely perfect for you," Rosario
smiled before kissing the top of Tara's head as she swayed to the music.

* * * * *

       Brandon Moore watched with pride as the programming of his first
creation continued.  At one point Jody had been just a regular, average
teenage slacker with a job as a pizza deliveryman.  But now he had been
turned into something useful.  Something that could fulfill the purpose he
had created him for.

       The expressionless teenager was strapped to the table in the lab,
restraints keeping him in place as the metal saucers in front of his eyes
bore the wide beams of blue light into his eyes and the computer next to
him showed the progress of the final program's download into Jody's very
compliant brain.

       It had been months of work to get to this point.  The original
design of the MAW Device had been good in concept and bad in execution.
It's programming had shown cracks and flaws but Brandon had made sure the
device's inventor, the not so good Dr. Raymond Hall, had fixed those and
improved the design.

       Now the beams of blue light showed the effectiveness and
capabilities of his newly improved toy. Jody was just the first.  There
were already others and soon there would be even more.

       "Brandon, I've just gotten the word," Dr. Hall said as he came up
behind him.  "Many of the guests have arrived.  All is set for the
demonstration in a few days."

       "Excellent," Brandon grinned.  "Once the countries of the world see
what this wonderful thing can do, they will pay us to get the technology
and by God they will pay well.  But it's time for another demonstration
first."

       "What do you mean?" Dr. Hall asked.

       "It's time for Jody to do the job that he's been programmed for,"
Brandon said.  "It's time for him to take care of that little loose end.
It's time for him to kill Waldo, Franklin and Delbert and this is one test
I want to make sure I observe personally."

       "We can do that," Dr. Hall answered confidently.  "When do you want
it to happen?"

       "Today," Brandon replied, the thirst for revenge reaching its
breaking point inside him.  "As soon as possible."

* * * * *

       The drive to Alyson's had been an adventurous one for Sarah and her
passenger.

       Reese was practically clawing the seats from terror.  It seemed as
though Sarah had broken every motor vehicle law in the state getting from
downtown to Alyson's and there were times when Reese had been convinced
their journey was going to end in a car wreck.  Speed limits had been
shattered, sharp turns had been done with reckless disregard and Sarah had
changed lanes like a madwoman.

       By the time they got to Alyson's, Reese was gasping and she had
never been so happy to get out of a car in her entire life.

       "Sarah, you've got to calm down," Reese demanded as she caught her
breath.  "I thought you were going to kill us back there."

       "Sorry Reese," Sarah mumbled.  "I just had to get here.  I have to
make sure she knows everything's fine and I don't need her help and I don't
need her advice.  If I wait...I...umm...won't be able to...you know...tell
her..."

       It was a lame excuse and Sarah knew it.  But she couldn't think of
anything else to say.  She didn't even have a good reason for being here.
All she knew was her insides were churning with emotion and having it out
with Alyson seemed as good an outlet as there was at her disposal.

       The whole drive over Sarah had gotten angrier and angrier at her
best friend and Sarah didn't even know why she felt this way.  But she had
to do something to quell these fires inside her.

       She and Alyson had fought a few times before but it had usually
ended with tearful apologies minutes later after one had hung up on the
other.  This time Sarah was looking to pick a fight with her friend and
this all made sense to her even if she couldn't quite explain why to Reese.
Sarah just wanted Alyson to know she was wrong to question her marriage and
wrong to even suggest she had made the wrong choice that night in Jamaica.

       With Reese still in tow, Sarah gave Alyson's door a hard series of
demanding knocks.  She was spoiling to start in this right away and itching
for Alyson to try and defend herself so she could really tear into the
redhead.

       When Sarah usually felt this kind of surge of emotion she had either
gotten through it with a hard workout or a hard fuck with one of her
housemates.  But right now there was no gym in sight and the other
option...well she couldn't do that...she just couldn't.

       Sarah hadn't even bothered to call ahead to give Alyson warning she
was on her way over.  This was going to be a complete surprise to her and
Sarah wasn't even sure she was going to be home.  But the fact that she
might have come all this way for nothing hadn't even crossed Sarah's mind
until she was about a block away and the concern was quickly eased when she
saw Alyson's car in front of her house.  There were a few others there
also, but Sarah didn't pay them any mind.  She just kept knocking.

       At first there wasn't an answer and Sarah began to wonder what was
going on.

       "We should just go," Reese suggested, not particularly wanting to
get back in the car with Sarah but definitely hoping to avoid this
confrontation.  She still wasn't sure why she was here, but if she could
act as any kind of peacemaker it would make the trip at least sort of worth
it.  Reese just wished Sarah would calm down.

       Sarah didn't respond except to give another series of hard knocks.
Nothing happened at first, but eventually there were sounds of movement
from within the house.

       "Cominggggg," they heard Alyson's voice call out from inside and a
few moments later the door flew open to reveal the redhead out of breath
and dressed in a bathrobe.  The robe's sash was untied and the only thing
keeping it closed was Alyson's hand clutching the edges of it.  It was
clear she had thrown the robe on in a hurry.

       "Sarah?  Reese?  What's going on?" Alyson asked, worried something
was wrong.  "Is everything ok?"

       "We need to talk Aly," Sarah said firmly.  "We need to talk right
now!"

       "Ummm...it's kinda...kind of a bad time," Alyson began to stammer as
she blocked the doorway keeping Sarah from coming inside.  "Can you just
call me later?"

       "No this has to be now," Sarah insisted, pushing past the redhead
and inviting herself inside.  "We have to talk about what you said
earlier."

       "What do you mean?" Alyson asked, not having any earthly idea about
what her best friend was talking about.  And why was Reese here?  Alyson
gave the blonde actress a quizzical look and Reese just shrugged like she
didn't know either.

       "I mean how dare you make me think my marriage isn't working," Sarah
accused, taking Alyson quite by surprise.

       "Huh?  What are you talking about Sarah?"  Alyson asked.  She had
seen Sarah get worked up into an emotional state over things in the past
but she had never been the target of it before.  She used to watch Sarah
force her will onto people on the Buffy set a lot and it was certainly much
less fun to be on the receiving end than to be a supportive witness.

       "You asked me if I was happy before and I'm here to tell you I am,"
Sarah declared.  "I'm totally happy.  I don't need you worrying about me
Alyson.  Tell her Reese.  Tell her how happy I am."

       "She's really happy," Reese sighed, just wanting this over with as
they all walked inside.  "Really, really happy.  Sarah knows her own
feelings.  We shouldn't judge her."

       "I'm not trying to judge you sweetie," Alyson assured her friend,
forgetting about the guests she had upstairs as she reached for Sarah's
hand.  "I just want you to be happy."

       "I am happy," Sarah insisted as she felt her emotions start to
crumble.  "You don't have the right to judge me Alyson!  I
just...just...God, I don't know what I'm doing here."

       With that Sarah suddenly began to sob, taking Reese and Alyson by
surprise.  They hadn't expected Sarah to switch gears so dramatically and
seeing their friend burst out crying had both of them at her side in an
instant.

       "I'm such a fucking mess," Sarah sobbed as her friends tried to
comfort her.  "I don't know what I'm doing anymore.  I can't sleep.  I
can't think straight.  I just want...just...ughhhhhhhhh I just want it to
stop driving me so crazy!  I can't take it anymore!"

       Sarah was right about one thing.  She was definitely a mess.  She
was crying in her hands as Alyson pulled her over to her couch and sat her
down.  It was like every emotion she had stuffed down in herself for the
past months was spilling out in an uncontrollable mish mash of anger and
despair.

       "Shhhh it's ok Sarah," Alyson said tenderly.  "It's ok.  I didn't
mean to make you miserable."

       "No...no...no you really didn't," Sarah sniffed as Alyson handed her
a tissue.  "I know you were just trying to help me before, but I just got
so angry and I don't even know why.  Nothing makes sense anymore.  I want
to see you both.  I want to see everyone.  But when I do all I can think
about is...well you know...and when I think about it, it hurts so much and
I just can't take it anymore."

       Both Alyson and Reese were at a bit of a loss as to what to say in
response to this and they searched for any words which could possibly be
helpful.  But before they had that chance a voice called down from
upstairs.

       "Aly?  Is everything ok?" a familiar voice asked.

       "It's fine.  Just give me a couple of minutes," Alyson called back
shyly.  She'd had to do some serious emotion shifting of her own once she
heard the knocks and she just hoped Sarah and Reese didn't ask too many
questions about what was going on upstairs.

       Unfortunately Alyson had no luck in that regard because Sarah
instantly recognized the voice of the girl she had worked with for years.

       "Charisma?" Sarah asked.  "What's going on here?"

       It was then that Sarah noticed Alyson's robe had opened since
nothing held it together any longer.  She got an eyeful of what her best
friend was wearing and it dried her tears as if someone could just snap
their fingers and turn off the waterworks.

       "What are you up to Aly?" Sarah asked, a naughty grin tugging at her
lips.  "What's Charisma doing here?  What's going on upstairs?"

       "Nothing...I...we...it's not what you think Sarah..." Alyson
defended herself trying to get her robe closed.  But Sarah's roller coaster
of emotions had turned her playful now and she tugged at the redhead's robe
until it was open again.

       "What are you talking about?" Reese asked, not getting the
significance of it all until she saw what was under the robe and her eyes
grew wide with fascination.

       "Oh my!" Reese gasped, her hand covering her mouth to futilely stop
an excited giggle from escaping.  She had seen outfits like that before,
but only on the sales rack of the sex shop she occasionally visited and not
ever on a living, breathing woman, much less one she was friends with.

       "Gawwwwd, you weren't...weren't supposed to see me like this,"
Alyson groaned, embarrassed at being caught.  She definitely hadn't been
expecting visitors and if it hadn't been Sarah on the other end of the door
she definitely wouldn't have let them in.

       Alyson hadn't even wanted to answer the door, but the loud knocking
had been affecting her mood and distracting her.  She had needed to
concentrate so she hadn't been able to ignore Sarah's pounding on the door.
Alyson had been caught in the middle of playing and her rather open secret
was now fully known to Sarah and Reese.

       "No, don't be embarrassed Aly," Sarah said, unable to hide the
flickers of lust in her eyes as she looked her friend over with a new
appreciation for how sexy she was.  "It's ok.  I just never really saw you
like this before.  It's...different, but I like it.  It's
mmmm...really...really different."

       Sarah had known for a long time that her best friend liked to play
around with BDSM games.  She knew Alyson liked to be a domme and actually
had herself some sex slaves.  She was totally ok with that.  It was
different, but it wasn't weird to her at all.  Sarah liked knowing her
loving best friend had such a kinky side to herself.

       Yet she'd never actually seen her friend in action and to see that
under her robe Alyson was only wearing a black leather bra with metal studs
on it and cut open holes for her puffy, pink nipples and a thick black
strap-on between her legs on was quite a vision.

       "Maybe we should just go," Reese said, gawking at the strap on.
But, though the words passed her lips, she suddenly didn't want to go
anymore.  Now Reese wanted to stay longer...a lot longer and she wasn't the
only one.

       "No!" Sarah said immediately without thinking.  "I don't want to go.
I want...want to watch..."

       That wasn't quite what anyone, even Sarah herself, had expected her
to say but it certainly wasn't an idea that any of them opposed on
principle.  Still no one went for it right away.  There was hesitation
along with the horniness that was spreading between the three girls.

       "I don't know," Alyson replied with more shyness than anyone ever
would have expected from an experienced domme.  "I never really did this
for an audience before."

       That was sort of a lie, but not really.  Alyson had actually
performed for audiences many times, showing off her skills at controlling
her bitch slaves at her favorite sex club, but that was an audience of
people who were definitely in the same lifestyle.  It wasn't for casual
curiosity seekers and as far as Alyson knew neither Sarah nor Reese were
anything more than that when it came to dominance and submission sex play.

       Plus Alyson had always been shy to show off this side of herself to
Sarah.  She had never wanted her best friend to even know she was into this
but one day Sarah had found her closet full of costumes and toys and she'd
been forced to come clean.  Alyson had been so relieved that night when
Sarah didn't freak out, but she hadn't pushed things by bringing Sarah into
her world.

       Now Sarah suddenly wanted to see that world up close and Alyson
didn't quite know how to react.  Part of her was getting incredibly turned
on knowing Sarah and Reese would see her work over the obedient bitches she
had upstairs in her bedroom, but another part didn't want to be open to
judgment from her friends.

       Alyson had always tried to keep the two sides of her sex life
separate and it was like throwing a switch with her personality,
transforming from her tender, horny Dr, Jekyll to her controlling, powerful
Ms. Hyde.  Now those sides were crashing into each other.

       "Does that mean you want to play too Sarah?" Reese asked hopefully,
her curiosity over this quite obvious.

       "No...no, it doesn't mean that," Sarah replied, though her voice
indicated she wasn't quite convinced of that even as she said it.  "It just
means I want to see.  I've never seen that before and I always...always
kind of wondered what it was like...you know...to see you act like this
Aly.  I just want to watch.  I don't want to do anything more."

       Sarah's tears were gone now and Alyson couldn't help but feel that
her friend really wanted to do more than just watch her have some fun.  If
she was going to get Sarah to see that giving up girls had been crazy,
Alyson didn't think she'd ever have a better chance than this.  And Reese
was a definite bonus.

       Alyson could see how excited the Oscar winner was in her eyes and
how her nipples were starting to poke against her shirt.  This could all
work out so great and Alyson knew all she had do was be a little brave
about showing off what she had previously kept so private from her friends.

       "You can come up and watch...I mean if that's what you really want,"
Alyson offered, her head spinning from how fast things were turning.  First
Sarah had been mad, then she'd been crying and now she wanted to watch her
continue the fun she'd started before.

       It was so confusing, but the more she thought about actually doing
this, the wetter she got and Alyson was certain that even if her brain
still wondered if this was a good idea, her pussy thought it was a genius
plan.

       "I want it!" Reese declared with bright enthusiasm.  She was burning
with curiosity to see some real live sex play like this.

       She was totally agog at Alyson's outfit and that strap on dangling
between her legs looked so yummy.  Reese had been experimenting a little
bit with this kind of play too, but nothing like what Alyson was apparently
involved with.  She didn't want to lose this chance to see more.

       "I want it too," Sarah added without hesitation.  She wasn't sure
why she had blurted her idea out in the first place, but she didn't regret
it.

       Sarah suddenly felt like she had to see this.  She'd always wondered
what Alyson was like as a domme, controlling other girls and making them do
nasty things to her.  It sent a rush through her body to picture it and
Sarah tried to tell herself the stirring in her pussy was just curiosity
and nothing more.

       It was taxing on her body and soul to keep changing gears like this,
but Sarah was now feeling very eager to see this impulse through.  She
could just sit and watch.  That would be all she'd do.  Nothing more.  She
didn't want to do anything more.

       She definitely didn't want to feel Alyson's strap on buried inside
her as her best friend took her hard and deep and was a little mean to her
when she did it, just like Rose used to be when she'd use Mr. Snappy on
her.  Absolutely not.  That was the last thing she wanted.  She was just
going to watch.

       "Then come with me," Alyson offered, holding out her hands to her
friends and shrugging her bathrobe off her shoulders to expose her full
costume.  "But don't say anything once we're up there.  I'm in control up
there and you have to follow my rules at all time.  You listen to what I
say and you just watch the fun like good little girls until I say
different.  Got it?"

       Sarah and Reese both nodded their heads, trying not to smile too
much as they heard Alyson's voice start to harden and lose it's natural
sweetness.  They also saw Alyson's gumdrop nipples stiffen up and they felt
their nipples have the same reaction, even as Sarah continued to tell
herself it wasn't a big deal that they were hardening and tingling.

       The uninvited guests took Alyson's hands and allowed her to lead
them off the couch and upstairs.  Sarah and Reese had no idea what they
would find up there, but they were almost giddy to see.  Sarah had played
around in the mansion's dungeon a few times, but it had just been for fun
and giggles, nothing serious like Alyson was involved with.  She wanted to
see how a real domme did it.

       But while Sarah and Reese's imaginations ran wild as they pictured
what would be inside Alyson's bedroom, it still couldn't prepare them for
what they witnessed when the redhead pulled them inside.  It was more than
they had expected and a total sexy shock to their senses.

       Just as Sarah had thought, Charisma was there.  The two guests had
kind of assumed she would be naked, but instead she was fully dressed in
tight black jeans that hugged the sexy curves of her ass, jet black boots
that glistened under the late afternoon sun coming in from the window and a
black t-shirt that was like a second skin on her tits and left no doubt she
was braless underneath as her nipples strained against the thin material.

       But what was even more striking than Charisma's instantly arousing
outfit, was the fact that she wasn't alone in the bedroom and two naked
beauties' bodies were on full display.

       Charisma held a leash in her hand but no one really took notice of
it.  They were too busy gawking at the girl the leash held in place.
Charisma's leash was attached to a spiked leather collar around the neck of
Shannon Elizabeth.  Sarah gasped when she recognized the girl.  She knew
Alyson and Shannon were lovers and that they had played these kinds of
games, but knowing a fact and seeing it on blatant display were too
completely different things.

       Except for her collar, Shannon was naked and her body had the soft
glow of sexual exertion on it.  Sarah couldn't help but softly moan as her
eyes drifted down to Shannon's ass and saw how pink her flesh was in
contrast to everywhere else on her milky body.  It was clear that Shannon
had been spanked and spanked hard and Sarah wondered what she had done to
deserve the punishment.  It must have been something naughty and Sarah's
pussy dampened just from wondering what it could be.

       Shannon's face also had a shine on it that both Sarah and Reese knew
could only come from licking a wet, juicy pussy and when their eyes moved
over to the bed they saw just where the sticky shine on Shannon's face had
come from.

       "Oh my God!" Reese gasped, getting a glare from Alyson.  Seeing that
Alyson had been serious about her order for silence, the blonde blushed and
meekly stepped back, but Sarah couldn't blame Reese for her reaction.  If
she hadn't been able to clamp a hand over her mouth she might have done the
same thing.

       Sarah never had time to watch much TV, but when Alyson had been cast
for a recurring spot on Veronica Mars, she had made it a point to tune in.
Sarah had quickly become hooked on the show and developed a sexy
infatuation for the show's gorgeous star, Kristen Bell.

       Sarah had always wondered whether Alyson had made a move on her, and
now she saw that not only had she tried, she had succeeded.

       Kristen was completely naked on Alyson's bed, with her legs spread
wide and her pussy visibly aroused.  There were chains attached to Alyson's
bedposts and Sarah moaned again as she saw how they held Kristen's arms in
the air, no doubt keeping her in place for whatever sweet torture Alyson
had devised for her.

       But the chains weren't the only restraint on Kristen's body.  A pair
of silver nipple clamps pressed down hard on Kristen's tits, making her
pink nipples red with swollen arousal and Sarah felt her own nipples
stiffen even more at the sight of it all.

       Both Shannon and Kristen looked very surprised and nervous at Sarah
and Reese's sudden appearances and Alyson moved quickly to address that.

       "My friends wanted to see me having some fun," Alyson stated with a
firm voice that indicated no questions would be tolerated.  "Either of you
bitches have a problem with that?"

       Alyson emphasized her words by yanking hard on Shannon's dark hair,
which had been tied back into a ponytail.  Shannon groaned at the rough tug
and Sarah and Reese quickly noticed it was hardly a groan of pain, it was
one of ecstasy.

       "No Mistress," Shannon gasped as Alyson held her hair back.  "All
that matters is your pleasure."

       Kristen shook her head on the bed, indicating she didn't have a
problem with it either.

       "This little bitch isn't allowed to speak," Alyson smiled wickedly
as she turned to address Sarah and Reese and explain Kristen's silence.
"No words from this mouthy cunt.  She's only allowed to talk when her
Mistress lets her.  She isn't even allowed to moan until I say so!  Isn't
that right you dirty little sneaky slut?"

       Kristen opened her mouth like she was about to say "yes," but she
caught herself just in time and clamped her lips shut.  Instead she just
nodded her head again.  She let out a deep breath of relief after catching
herself.  Her ass was still sore from the last time Alyson had tricked her
into speaking and she wasn't about to make the same mistake again.

       "Good little girl," Alyson said before dropping Shannon's hair and
going over to the bed.  She leaned down and Kristen's lips pursed like she
was about to get a kiss for being obedient, but instead Alyson went for her
nipples and twisted the clamps.

       "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Kristen cried, visibly struggling not to do anything
that could be viewed as speaking.  There was a little pain in her voice,
but much more pleasure and Reese couldn't help but start to caress her own
tits through her shirt.

       Mmmmm her nipples were so hard and Reese started tugging on them
through her shirt wishing she was the one touching Kristen like that.
Those clamps looked so good on her firm, sexy tits and Reese's wicked mind
began wondering if she should get a pair of her own to use on her nanny
Julie.  The sexy UCLA student did such a good job taking care of her kids,
but Reese was mostly interested in how willing the girl was to be dominated
by her boss and treated like a nasty slut who needed to be spanked and
teased and then fucked hard by her strap on.

       Reese's pussy sizzled as she imagined getting a pair of clamps on
Julie's big tits and she felt how her panties were beginning to cling to
her.  She wanted to get naked so badly.  She knew Charisma and Shannon from
the orgy, but she hadn't been with them.  She wasn't friends with them and
she didn't know Kristen at all.  Still Reese didn't feel shy about getting
naked in front of these strangers.  After all they were naked for her.

       But she didn't make a move yet.  This was Alyson's show and Reese
didn't want to do anything that might make her mad.  She didn't want the
redhead to throw her out of the room.  She had to see what was going to
happen here.

       "My friends were so curious to watch and I think you owe them a
naughty show, don't you?" Alyson asked of her slaves as she walked away
from the bed and back toward Shannon.  "I think you should show them just
how much you love serving your Mistress.  So get to it."

       Without another word of warning, Alyson grabbed Shannon's head and
forced it down onto her strap on.  Shannon's eyes grew wide with desire and
she didn't protest or show she was in any way unwilling.  She started
feverishly sucking the dark plastic, bobbing her head up and down on the
fake cock like it was the real thing and she was cum starved for a hot,
sticky load.

       Charisma still held onto Shannon's leash, but Alyson controlled her
head, grabbing onto both sides of it with her hands and guiding her willing
bitch over her cock.

       "That's it," Alyson moaned, fucking Shannon's mouth as the girl's
eyes became soft and blissful with the pleasure of surrendering to her
beloved Mistress.  "Show everyone what a filthy little cocksucker you are
Shannon!  Give my friends a show!  I want you to make their pussies wet as
they see what a good fuckslut you are for Mistress!"

       She's definitely doing that, Reese thought to herself as she
couldn't help but start to rub herself between her legs.  Mmmm she was
getting so wet watching Shannon and remembering all the times she'd made
Julie suck her strap on just like that.  She'd seen a bunch of Shannon's
movies over the years, but had never imagined her like this before. Reese
had always had a little crush on Shannon and seeing her at the orgy had
only stoked those fires.

       But Reese had never seen Shannon under someone else's sexual control
before and she felt like the brunette actress had never looked so beautiful
as she did now, on her knees and sucking that fake cock into her mouth like
she was desperate for a taste.  Reese began to wonder if Alyson would mind
if she asked to borrow Shannon for the weekend because just thinking of the
fun she could have her was making Reese hornier than she'd felt in weeks.

       While Sarah wasn't quite willing to admit that this show was making
her horny and that the stiffening of her nipples and dampening of her cunt
weren't just natural curious reactions to the show, she was willing to own
up to the fact that she was fascinated by what she was seeing.

       To see her best friend so in control of these girls was such a jolt
to everything she had ever thought about Alyson in the past that Sarah
couldn't take her eyes off it.  She thought back to all the times she had
been with the wicked redhead, from their first time in the hot tub in
Malibu to the pile of naked girl flesh in Jamaica.

       Alyson had always seemed so shy and horny at the same time and could
go from giggly to demanding in the blink of an eye.  One second Alyson
would have been letting you tickle her and the next she would have been
telling you to jam your tongue past her dirty little slit.

       Sarah had always loved how Aly got when she was desperate for
orgasm, so loud and vocal, like a horny lioness had emerged.  But even
after seeing that side of her friend countless times, it still didn't
prepare Sarah for this.  To see Alyson in her domme outfit with that strap
on had Sarah's eyes wide and her heart racing.  Alyson looked so beautiful
and powerful and Sarah couldn't take her eyes off her.

       Shannon had her lips wrapped around Alyson's toy and was forcing
more and more of it into her mouth like an expert cocksucker and it all
looked so good.  Shannon looked like she loved having that strap on fucking
her mouth and Sarah couldn't blame her.  It was so hard and so full and she
knew from experience how it could stuff a hot pussy so good.

       Before she could even tell herself not to, Sarah was caressing her
own breasts, just like Reese was.

       Charisma hadn't said a word since they had entered the room and
Sarah couldn't help but give her sexy friend more than a few looks over.
Charisma looked so hot in her tight black costume clinging to her great
body, but Sarah had seen her wearing much less and she hoped that soon her
busty former co-star would be stripped down just like Shannon and Kristen
were.  Not that Sarah wanted to fuck Charisma again...that wasn't why she
wanted it...it was just that her friend had such a great body and she
shouldn't hide it.  It was no reason other than that.

       Catching Sarah's gaze, Charisma suddenly looked down at her feet.
She had never expected Sarah to see her like this and even though it had
been Sarah who had helped Alyson seduce her that first night, her being
here made Charisma nervous.  If it had been her decision she wouldn't have
asked Sarah to stay.  But it was Alyson's choice to make and Charisma
wasn't about to argue with her.

       Slowly Charisma looked up and saw Sarah was still looking at her so
she offered her friend a shy smile.  Charisma might have been shy about
exploring this new side of herself in front of her sexy former co-star, but
Sarah obviously liked what she saw and the brunette's fear began to ease as
she continued to hold tight to Shannon's leash and make sure her mouth
didn't move an inch away from Alyson's strap on.

       Never in her wildest dreams had Charisma ever expected to be in a
situation like this.  To have a leash in your hand attached to a collar
around a naked woman's neck would have seemed an absurd idea to Charisma
once.  But the rush of power and pleasure she felt inside her was no joke.

       Ever since that night in Jamaica where Shannon and Mena Suvari had
helped Jennifer Garner make such a public spectacle out of Avril Lavigne
and broken her spirit right in front of them all, Charisma had been so
curious about what it would be like to wield that kind of power.

       She knew Alyson was a domme, even though the redhead had never
played those kinds of games with her, so Charisma had turned to her with
all the questions running through her head.  Alyson had been more than
happy to open up to her friend and tell her everything she felt when
controlling another girl and why she loved it so much.

       Charisma had listened with open ears, her arousal getting stronger
with every detail from Alyson's mouth about the chills of rapture it sent
up your spine to whip another girl's bare back or ass, the rush of ecstasy
that came from turning another girl into a whimpering mess of orgasm with a
thick dildo and the intoxicating power that could only come from another
girl completely surrendering to your will and giving herself up body and
spirit to your desires.

       Charisma hadn't been able to take it one more second and had pounced
on her friend and the two had proceeded to tear each other's clothes off
and feast on each other's pussies in a passionate 69.  Charisma had known
right then she had wanted to try it, to see what it was like to be a domme
like Alyson was and control girls.  But she had to be trained first and she
had talked Alyson into taking her under her wing.

       At first Alyson had been reluctant to really show off that side of
herself to her former co-star.  Talking about it was one thing but actually
doing it was another.  But Charisma had managed to convince her to give her
a chance.  Today had been part of her training and Charisma had never
expected to do this in front of an audience.  Yet she knew she had to
accept that Sarah and Reese were here and not look back.

       Charisma feared if she wussed out now, Alyson would end her training
and never give her another chance.  So she just swallowed hard and tried to
put herself back in the place in her head she had been in before where she
had Shannon and Kristen cooing for her touch like she'd broken them
herself.

       "Swallow that cock bitch," Charisma suddenly growled, her free hand
moving to the back of Shannon's head and pushing her down on the toy
dangling from Alyson's legs.  "That's it you fucking whore!  Swallow it
whole!  Take it in your cock starved mouth!  I want to see you fucking
choke on it!  I want to see tears in your eyes!"

       She was certainly getting that, but Shannon's tears were of joyful
surrender.  Charisma didn't have the skill and experience of her beloved
Mistress, but she had no problem surrendering to her gorgeous body and
hoping if she was a good girl she might, just might get a chance to suck on
Charisma's awe inspiring tits.

       Shannon had hands on the back of her head and tugging at her hair
from the front and they were both using her head like she was some kind of
sex doll.  She was in ecstasy from this forceful treatment and nothing
diminished her pleasure as she deep throated Alyson's cock, just like her
Mistress had trained her to do.

       Choking slightly on the plastic, Shannon didn't stop sucking,
spitting on it and forcing it all down her throat.  She moaned and stuffed
herself full of the plastic, her muffled sounds of starved pleasure eeking
through with every inch she swallowed.

       Shannon took the cock in as far as she could and held in her mouth
as she deprived herself of breathing through her mouth to do it, tears
running down her overjoyed face as she moaned from the rush of surrender to
have her Mistress' prick filling her mouth and snaking down her throat.

       Finally Alyson moaned loudly and pushed her off when she felt she
had had enough, leaving Shannon gasping and drooling as she sharply
breathed in, her bare chest heaving.

       "Mmm I love watching those tits of yours bounce," Alyson smirked as
Shannon's chest danced for her Mistress while she struggled to make up for
lost breath.  Alyson's cock was now coated in saliva and the redhead was
most appreciative.  "Such a good girl.  Such a good slut."

       Alyson ran her hand over Shannon's flushed cheeks and when she
caressed Shannon's lips, the slave frantically kissed her hand, grateful
for any bit of her Mistress' flesh she was offered.  Shannon showered
Alyson's hand with wet kisses until the redhead turned away.

       "Do you want a reward?  Does the slutty slave want a reward for
being such a good cocksucker?" Alyson asked while Shannon eagerly nodded
her head.

       "Oh yes please Mistress please," Shannon begged.  "Anything.  Reward
your unworthy whore.  Please.  Anything you give me is wonderful."

       "Lick her," Alyson commanded with a toss of her head toward Kristen,
causing the restrained blonde's eyes to light up.  "Slurp awhile on that
slutty, dirty cunt of hers and get it even sloppier and wetter.  I want to
make sure she's oozing cum for me when I fuck her."

       The sound of that was mightily welcome, not only by Shannon and
Kristen, but by Sarah and Reese as well.  Their knees got weak as they
watched Shannon, without another word, begin to obediently crawl up from
the floor and onto the bed.  Seeing Shannon Elizabeth completely naked,
save for her collar, and crawling, her tits swaying and her ass giggling as
wetness drooled down her thighs from her pussy, had both Sarah and Reese
longing for her to crawl to them and not Kristen.

       Sarah heard Reese's moans under her breath and she didn't even
pretend she didn't feel the same way that her friend did.  Sarah just
wished she could lean over and kiss Reese, just like she had so many times
before.  She wished she could suck her friend's tongue in her mouth and
pull Reese's shirt over her head to get at the beautiful tits underneath
it.

       Sarah didn't pretend anymore that she didn't want that to happen,
but she also didn't make a move.  She couldn't do that to Freddie.  She
couldn't break her vows.  But she had to keep watching.  There was no way
she could move from her spot.

       "You two enjoying the show?" Alyson asked her guests as she walked
up to Charisma and embraced her from behind, poking her slick strap on
against Charisma's tight jeans and cupping her tits through her shirt.

        The tight jeans were such a thin barrier to keep Alyson from
shoving her cock into Charisma and the touch of her friend's hands on her
tits made the brunette wish her shirt was long gone so Alyson could play
with her nipples, but she knew she was being tested by the redhead to see
if she was going to surrender or not.  She couldn't do that.  She had to
show Alyson she was strong and could exert control.

       So Charisma instead grabbed Alyson by the hair and forcefully tongue
kissed her while Reese nodded her head to answer Alyson's question and
Sarah just stood dumbstruck, unable to take her eyes off Shannon's bare ass
as she crawled onto the bed as far as the leash would let her and bent down
to service Kristen.

       "Oooooooh it's sooooo hot," Reese groaned as she continued to fondle
herself through her clothes.  She was pinching her swollen, poking nipples
with one hand while practically humping the other as it rubbed between her
legs.

       "Do you like it Sarah?" Alyson asked, yanking herself away from
Charisma's strong kiss and pushing her forward to give Shannon more slack
with the leash, as she approached the former slayer.  "Do you like watching
me make these nasty bitches fuck each other for you?"

       Sarah's throat was suddenly dry and she could barely even make a
soft, incomprehensible gurgling noise in response.  Alyson was so close to
her and Sarah's eyes naturally moved down to the black, saliva coated strap
on as it glistened for her.

       Sarah suddenly felt frightened of her friend, like Alyson was going
to push her down to her knees to make her give head to her toy the way
Shannon had or, even worse, force her down onto her back and rip her
clothes off.  Sarah felt like she wouldn't have been able to fight Alyson
off if she'd done that, or even if she