Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2007 18:38:04 -0400
From: kmb2476@aol.com
Subject: Harem 17 pt 2

CONTINUED FROM PART ONE, SAME DISCLAIMERS APPLY


       "Are you sure you're all right Hayden?" Barry asked for probably the
hundredth time as the crowd continued to check in on the girl.

       "Really, I'm fine, it's totally no big deal," Hayden said as she sat
in one of the plush leather chairs in the conference room sipping the water
that had been graciously offered her.  "I just haven't eaten anything
today.  I guess my blood sugar is low.  I don't even know why I passed
out."

       Hayden was lying, but it wasn't like she wanted to advertise what
had really happened, especially with Kirsten and Scarlett in the room with
her, concern covering their faces.  She knew they weren't just worried
about how she was, but also about what she might say.  Hayden didn't want
them to worry though.  She wasn't going to say a word about what she had
seen.

       "Can I get you anything to eat?" Barry asked, not wanting his agency
to be even in the slightest risk of losing one of its fast rising stars.
"You want me to send someone out for a wrap for you?  A cookie for your
blood sugar?  You want me to order pizza and I'll do it."

       Hmmmm pizza did sound good, but Hayden wasn't really hungry.  And
besides she didn't want anyone to be making a big fuss over her.  For an
actress she wasn't really someone who demanded all eyes and attention be
locked on her and she didn't want to come off as some kind of drama queen.
She didn't want to send anyone out to get her food.  Hayden just wanted
this to be over and forgotten.

       "No really, I'm fine," Hayden insisted.  "I don't feel woozy anymore
at all.  I'll go and get something to eat later."

       It dawned on Hayden that this was how anorexia rumors got started in
Hollywood, but she'd take the risk.  Right now she wanted everyone to go
away...well almost everyone.

       "Well I'm just glad you're ok," Barry said.  "You need anything at
all.  You just let me know, ok?"

       "Ok," Hayden said, forcing a smile as she sipped from her water.
The water actually was calming her down a little even though she still felt
like her pulse was racing slightly more than normal.

       Naturally a major teenage television star fainting in the doorway to
the ladies room wasn't something that could easily be ignored.  It demanded
attention and Hayden was soon swirled with people coming to her aid even
though it hadn't been necessary.  She'd been up and alert almost the second
after she hit the ground and she was more embarrassed about it than
anything.

       They'd taken her to the conference room where she could be more
comfortable and gotten her some water and there was still a crowd around
her.  Barry had broken up his staff meeting to come down to check on her
and there were also a few assistants, agents and gawkers coming to get a
look.

       "I kind of just need some air right now," Hayden pointed out as she
decided everyone was getting just a little bit too close.

       "Ok everyone you heard her, back to work," Barry said, clapping his
hands and sending everyone on their way.

       But Hayden didn't want everyone to leave.

       "Ummm Kirsten...Scarlett...you can stay," Hayden said softly.  It
was almost too soft for anyone to hear, but the two actresses got the
message and stuck around.  They were actually happy Hayden wanted to talk
because they certainly wanted to talk to her.

       After closing the door to the conference room to insure they had
some privacy, the two girls sat down next to Hayden at the table,
sandwiching her with Scarlett in the chair to her left and Kirsten to the
chair at her right.  Now that they were alone, Hayden could finally say
what she'd wanted to say since she'd fainted and a deep blush overtook her.

       "Oh my God, I'm so so so so so so so sorry," Hayden groaned, her
head hanging down in embarrassment.  She couldn't even look Scarlett or
Kirsten in the eyes, so instead she stared at the hard oak of the table.

       "Sweetie, you don't have to be sorry," Scarlett said in a friendly
manner as she took Hayden's hand and softly patted it to let her know it
was ok.  "We didn't mean to shock you like that."

       "We're just glad you're ok," Kirsten added.  She'd been very afraid
Hayden had hit her head or something when she'd fallen and was happy to see
it had been nothing serious.

       "You must think I'm crazy or something," Hayden said, still unable
to look up.  "I totally didn't mean to do that.  I don't know why I
fainted.  Gawwwd, I'm so embarrassed by this.  I just saw you guys and then
all of a sudden I was on the floor.  I don't know what happened.  I can't
believe I did that."

       "Really, it's fine," Kirsten said, relieved that Hayden wasn't
pitching a fit or anything over what she'd saw.  She didn't want the girl
to feel bad or anything. "I guess that was kind of a big shock.  We didn't
really think you were going to catch us or anything like that.  Thanks for
not saying anything though."

       "Oh God!  I won't tell anyone!  I promise!" Hayden swore, finally
looking up so Scarlett and Kirsten could see how sincere she was.  "I'm
totally cool about everything!  I don't want you to think I was grossed out
or anything!  I don't know why I did that!  I just can't believe I fainted!
But I won't tell anyone!  My lips are sealed.  You don't have to worry
about me."

       "We know we don't," Scarlett said even as she was exhaling deeply.
She wasn't shy about her sexuality and she embraced the fact that she
enjoyed both men and women, but that didn't mean she wanted it broadcast
around the world.  Her sexuality was her business and the business of the
people she shared it with.

       "So..." Hayden said, nervously fidgeting in her seat and tapping her
fingers on her water bottle.  "Ummm...are you guys together or something?
Are you guys lesbians?"

       Scarlett laughed gently at how Hayden got right to the point and
Kirsten blushed a little while smiling.

       "We're not together," Scarlett explained.  "And I guess you could
say I'm bisexual, but I don't believe in labels.  They're so outdated.  You
shouldn't have to say you're one thing or the other.  You should just be
able to love who you want to love.  I love men.  Mmmm and I love women."

       "I love women too...well one woman definitely," Kirsten said with a
little laugh.  "I guess I'm mostly a lesbian if you want to go with labels.
It's been a really long time since I was with a guy.  Women just feel so
good and well...Scarlett was just driving me so crazy that I couldn't help
it.  We lost a little control though and I didn't mean for you to see that.
We don't want to throw too much at you."

       Kirsten didn't want to give Hayden more information than she could
reasonably handle.  She didn't want the girl to be too uncomfortable.
Kirsten didn't know how she felt about lesbianism.  When she'd seen her
faint she would have guessed that Hayden was totally freaked out, but now
the teenager at least seemed like she was cool with it.

       "Wow," Hayden marveled.  She couldn't believe what she had seen and
when she'd first come to after her fall she had sort of expected to find
out it had been a dream.  She couldn't have really seen Kirsten and
Scarlett making out with Scarlett's shirt off and her boobs all big and
naked.  That had to have been a dream.

       But it was all real and Hayden's head was spinning from all this.
Not that she was going to faint again or anything.  But it was really
surprising to find out two beautiful women she respected and admired so
much were like lesbians or something.  That was so wild.

       Hayden had never done anything like that before.  Well...except for
that night in the club.  But that had just been that once and it wasn't
like anything had really happened or anything.  She didn't want to think
about that now.  It had nothing to do with anything at all.  It certainly
wasn't why she had fainted and it certainly wasn't why she was so eager to
find out about what was going on with Scarlett and Kirsten.

       "Are you ok with all of this honey?" Scarlett asked sweetly, still
keeping her hand on Hayden's.  As she did that she started to lessen her
hold on it and instead began gently caressing the soft teenaged hand.  What
had happened didn't make her want what she had said to Kirsten any less and
Scarlett decided now was as good a time to test the waters.

       "Yeah I'm fine," Hayden said, little hairs starting to stand up on
her body when she realized Scarlett was starting to become a bit more
forward with her touch.  "Ummm really...I'm fine.  I'm...uhhh...really cool
with this.  I just am surprised you two are into all that."

       Kirsten wanted to act responsibly here.  The little angel version of
herself on her shoulder, naturally dressed resplendently in white flowing
robes with a harp and shining halo, was telling her to make sure Hayden
knew what she and Scarlett had been doing had been loving and consensual
and that there was nothing wrong with being into girls.  Then she would
give Hayden a friendly hug and be on her way, leaving the teenager alone
and not trying to take advantage of her confusion and natural curiosity.

       That was the set of instructions from the angel.  The little devil
on her other shoulder, though, had a different set of ideas.

       The devil version of Kirsten, which was in a slutty red negligee
with sparkling horns on her dyed red hair and a pitchfork she was rubbing
against her devil pussy, was whispering in her ear to see if Hayden was
getting wet from this.  The devil was telling her that Hayden wanted it.
That she was eager to be seduced.  The devil reminded her how good
Scarlett's horny fantasies had sounded and how they could easily turn into
reality if she just made a move here.

       Kirsten was honestly torn.  Of course she wanted sex.  She was
already wet for Scarlett and Hayden had such a sexy, young body that
Kirsten would have loved to bring home for her and Eliza to ravish.  But
she couldn't do that, could she?  Hayden was still a teenager.  But she
hadn't been too much older when Eliza had first taken her.  She was over 18
of course, but it wasn't like she had already been some mature woman then.

       She did want Hayden.  She knew it was crazy to pretend she didn't.
But did Hayden want her?  Kirsten never would have forced anyone into
anything.  But if Hayden was just shy and waiting to be seduced, well that
would have changed everything.  Sort of.

       Kirsten had no idea what to do and she ended up looking to Scarlett
for direction, just as she'd looked to Eliza the first time she'd seduced
Natalie Portman.

       Fortunately Scarlett saw the indecision in Kirsten's eyes and
decided if it was up to her, she was going to make her move.  She knew that
Hayden was only 17, but Scarlett fell back on her own experiences and by 17
not only wasn't she a virgin anymore, she'd already been with more than a
few girls.  Age was a number and maturity was what truly mattered.  Now she
just had to find out if Hayden was mature enough for this.

       "Well it's nothing to be surprised about," Scarlett said.  "A lot of
girls are into this.  It feels so good Hayden.  Hell I'm surprised all
girls aren't bisexual.  Men are great, but they just can't do what a woman
can do to you.  We're the only ones who really know where to touch and how
to touch it."

       That made Hayden visibly tense up and blush.  But she didn't bolt
for the door or anything.

       "Go on," Hayden whispered before she could even think about not
saying it.

       "Hmmm, what do you mean?" Scarlett played coy as she began to
blatantly caress Hayden's young hand.

       "Does it feel really good?" Hayden meekly asked, her eyes starting
to dart around.  Her pulse was racing again big time and her heart was
starting to pound.  She couldn't believe she was asking this, but she had
to know.  She had to know how good it felt.

       "It feels amazing," Kirsten suddenly spoke up, deciding if Scarlett
wasn't going to be shy about this, she wasn't going to be either.  "It's
the best feeling I've ever had sexually.  Women make you feel absolutely
like your body is on fire and only they can put it out.  I kind of didn't
tell you everything Hayden.  I'm not just a lesbian.  I'm married.  I'm
married to a woman."

       "What?" Hayden gasped in shock.  "Really?  Oh wow!"

       She read all those magazines like US and Life and Style and Star
when she was getting her hair and makeup done for the show and she had
never heard a rumor like that.  Was Kirsten lying to her?  No she
definitely wasn't.  Hayden could see that in her eyes.

       "I am," Kirsten insisted.  "I'm in love with a woman because she
makes me feel more incredible than any man ever could."

       "But if you're married...then...are you...you cheating?" Hayden
asked shyly, not wanting to pry too much, but also needing to have this
growing curiosity quenched.  "Are you cheating on your wife with Scarlett?"

       Cheating was a sensitive subject to Kirsten, especially because she
had nearly broken up with Eliza once she'd found out she'd gone to the
mansion without her that first time, so she hesitated slightly before
recovering.

       "No I'm not cheating," Kirsten smiled.  "My wife knows I do this
because I bring home other girls for us to share.  We both do.  We love
having other girls make love with us.  It's amazing.  So passionate and
sexy.  We both come so many times when we have friends over."

       Hayden began blushing furiously and Kirsten was initially worried
she'd gone too far, but still the girl stayed at the table.

       "Wow...that's just...just unbelievable," Hayden gasped.  She knew
she should stop this.  She knew she should just go home and forget all this
had happened.  But hearing about all the pleasure Kirsten and Scarlett got
from girls wasn't something she could easily walk away from.  It was too
fascinating and it tapped too deeply into what she so desperately needed.

       "I was going to go home with Kirsten," Scarlett said, moving her
hand up so she could lightly caress Hayden's arm.  "I was going to have
some fun with her and her sexy wife.  That's why we were kissing.  That's
why I couldn't stop myself from getting my shirt off for her.  I wanted to
show Kirsten how hot I was getting for her.  Mmmm and I'm still hot for
her.  I can't wait to go home with her and meet her wife, but that's not
all I want."

       "What...what do you want?" Hayden asked, her voice almost too tiny
to be heard.  Her throat was dry and her heart was pounding.  She wasn't so
naïve that she didn't have an idea where this was heading, but she also had
no idea how she should be reacting to all of it.  She had to see this
through a little bit more to find out.

       "This," Scarlett said before leaning in and placing a light kiss on
Hayden's lips.

       Scarlett didn't let the kiss linger.  It was soft and delicate and
she didn't dare use her tongue yet.  She just pressed her lips to Hayden's
in a sexy gesture and as soon as she pulled away, Kirsten did the same to
her.  Kirsten kissed the gorgeous teenager and Scarlett noticed with great
interest how not only Hayden not fought her off; she closed her eyes and
let out a soft, tiny moan.

       "Do you want to have fun with us too Hayden?" Kirsten asked, not
believing she was doing this but also feeling her pussy get wet like it
hadn't since Jamaica.  "Do you want to come home with me and get into bed
with us?  You totally don't have to.  If you're uncomfortable or if you're
scared you can say no and I won't be mad or anything. It's up to you
sweetie.  You can do whatever you want."

       After the two soft kisses to her lips, Hayden didn't know what to
think.  If her head had been spinning before, it was like a blender now.
She couldn't believe they had just kissed her.  Oh but it had felt so nice.
So tender and sexy...just like it had been that one night before.  Women
knew how to kiss so wonderfully and Hayden found herself craving more.  She
found herself wishing she had accepted that offer that night and gone
further than just kiss.

       But she couldn't.  She wasn't a lesbian.  She just couldn't go off
and do this.  What if she didn't like it?  What if she was too scared to
actually do anything?  What if it didn't feel good?

       But what if it did?  What if it was what she had been searching for?
What if it was the most amazing feeling ever?

       She didn't know.  This was too crazy.  She had to go.

       "I...I...I...ummmm just...I don't know," Hayden said, getting up
slowly from her chair.  "I'm flattered.  I really am.  I
ummmmm...just...well...this is...well I've never done this before and I
just don't know."

       "Shhh it's ok," Kirsten assured her, grabbing a piece of paper from
the table and scribbling down on it.  "This is my cell number and my
address.  You don't have to do anything you don't want.  But if you want to
come by then I want you to be there."

       "Gawwwwd," Hayden groaned in indecision.  "Ok...I'll...I'll let you
know, ok?"

       "More than ok," Kirsten said, giving Hayden her warmest, sexiest
smile so the girl knew that she wanted her, but that it was ok if she was
too nervous.

       Hayden didn't say another word.  She just stumbled out of the
conference room, clutching the paper in her hand, with her face covered in
confusion.  She clearly had no idea if she was going to take Kirsten up on
her offer or not and Kirsten accepted that.  She didn't want to push Hayden
anywhere she didn't want to go.

       "Well that was interesting," Scarlett said with a devilish grin as
soon as the door closed behind Hayden.  "I'm glad you followed my lead
there Kirsten.  She's going to be so hot in bed.  Mmmm I can practically
taste her already.  She's going to be so sweet, I just know it."

       "You think she's going to go for it?" Kirsten asked, trying not to
feel like a pervert for wanting to corrupt innocent little Hayden so badly.

       "Definitely," Scarlett replied with confidence.  "She might not be
ready to admit it yet, but once she thinks about it she's going to realize
how bad she wants it.  Soon she's going to be begging us to strip her bare
and touch her all over that sexy young body."

       "Mmmmm," Kirsten moaned over the mental image of it.  God, that
sounded so good.

       "Give me your number and address too," Scarlett said.  "I have to
run around and do a few things still today, but I can't wait to come over
and play with you and Eliza.  That is if you still want me and aren't just
focused on turning our little friend into a naughty cheerleader slut."

       "What does this tell you?" Kirsten smiled as she pulled Scarlett to
her and kissed her aggressively, showing her the passion she had felt for
her before had not been fleeting.  She took Scarlett's tits in her hands
and massaged them while their tongues played.

       Even though they knew the risk of discovery was high and they should
definitely stop, both girls were reluctant to do so.  This was turning into
an absolutely amazing day, Kirsten thought to herself.  Now she had herself
one hell of a present to give to Eliza and, if they were lucky, maybe two.

* * * * *

       Presents were very much on Eliza Dushku's mind as well.  But she had
a completely different idea than what her wife did.  Without knowing that
Kirsten was out shopping for sex, Eliza was making the effort to get the
most romantic gift she could for her beloved.

       Romance had never been Eliza's strong suit.  The boys she'd been
with had always loved that she was much happier watching the Red Sox with
them than taking long walks on the beach or writing mushy poetry.  And when
it came to girls, it had been about sex and nothing more.  Romance hadn't
even been a factor to consider.

       But all that had changed when Kirsten had entered her life.  Until
that happened, Eliza had never been in love.  She didn't even know what all
that stuff in the past had actually been.  What she had with Kirsten was
real and true and Eliza felt so blessed to have it in her life that she had
actually started to evolve into a romantic.

       Kirsten was a tried and true romantic.  She loved all the things
about love that Eliza had used to think was for saps.  That meant holding
hands and cuddling and even the mushy poems that had once made Eliza gag.
And the more she was with Kirsten, the more Eliza got into all that stuff
too.

       It didn't mean she wasn't still raw and sexual.  Eliza remained
happily unafraid to get nasty with her pretty wife and treat her like a
dirty little slut in bed, but it meant that Eliza was more sensitive about
all the other ways she could show Kirsten she loved her that didn't involve
sex.

       It was with this in mind that Eliza stared down at the bridal
magazine she held in her hands.  These things used to make her roll her
eyes so hard she was afraid she was going to make herself blind.  But
things had changed.  Eliza might never have been the kind of girl who used
to practice her wedding with her stuffed animals as a kid and spent nights
dreaming of becoming a bride, but Kirsten was.

       Eliza had never for a second regretted their impromptu wedding in
Jamaica.  It just felt so right to do it then and now, more than a year
later, she was more convinced than ever that they had done the right thing
by just going for it on the spur of the moment and not waiting even a
second more for things to get more complicated.  The wedding was just them
and it was as pure a testament to their love as Eliza could envision.

       But Eliza couldn't shake the feeling that Kirsten had a regret about
it.  Not that marriage itself.  Eliza knew Kirsten was happy.  But Eliza
also knew her wife had been exactly the type of girl who had dreamed about
her wedding.  She knew Kirsten had wanted the big white dress, the veil,
the flower girls and everything.

       Kirsten never said anything about it, but Eliza was astute enough to
pick things up when it came to her wife and she hated to think that she had
deprived Kirsten of what she had wanted.  She didn't ever want to
disappoint Kirsten and she didn't want Kirsten going around wishing their
wedding had been more than what it was.

       And so from there the idea of Kirsten's present had been born in her
mind.  She was going to give her wife the wedding of her dreams.  Eliza
knew that as things stood in the state, marriage between them wasn't any
more legal than it was in Jamaica, but that didn't matter in the slightest
to them.  They were married whether or not the law agreed and Eliza was
dead set now on giving her wife the wedding she had longed for with dresses
and veils and friends and, hopefully, family.

       Eliza was going to surprise Kirsten with her plan on Christmas.  She
had first thought about actually having the ceremony then, but it was too
soon and, besides, Eliza wanted to make sure Kirsten had plenty of input in
the wedding.  She wanted this to be Kirsten's dream day where she could
live out every bride fantasy she had in her head.

       But they needed a place to hold the ceremony.  Their house probably
could have worked, but Eliza wanted something more.  She wanted the
ceremony to have every touch that Kirsten's heart desired in front of as
many guests as she wanted.  But the place had to be somewhere that wouldn't
attract unwanted publicity.

       There was only one place that fit the bill perfectly and Eliza
couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it earlier.  Of course she supposed
that was sort of to be expected since she considered the mansion in Malibu
to be the kind of place for orgies and not weddings.

       Reaching for the phone, Eliza began dialing the number to the
mansion.  Sarah having left hadn't stopped her and Kirsten from being
frequent guests.  They had so many friends there now that it was absolutely
the perfect place for a wedding.  She still had to get permission first,
though. But Eliza hoped that was just a formality.

       The phone rang a few times before someone finally picked up.

       "Hello?"  said the voice on the other end, which Eliza quickly
recognized as Jennifer Aniston's.

       "Hey Jen.  It's Eliza.  Listen I have a really big favor to ask."

       "Gee Eliza," Jennifer said with a bit of regret.  "It's kind of a
bad time right now.  I don't know if anyone here is up to having a party
tonight or anything."

       "What's wrong?" Eliza asked.  "Is everything ok?"

       "Yeah it's fine," Jennifer asked.  "It's just...well...awww it's
nothing.  Don't worry about it.  Just a little bit of drama.  Nothing too
major."

       "Well I wasn't looking to stop by tonight," Eliza said, accepting
Jennifer's explanation.  "What I was thinking was a lot more in advance."

       "What do you mean?" Jennifer inquired, her curiosity piqued by this.

       "Well I was thinking of renewing my vows with Kirsten," Eliza
explained, unable to keep from smiling at how good it felt just to say it.
"You know, get married again except this time with a whole big ceremony and
all her friends and everyone around."

       "Really?  Oh Eliza that's a wonderful idea!" Jennifer said.  "That
sounds so romantic.  Oh Kirsten is just going to melt over it.  That's a
great idea.  I just hope you're planning on inviting us."

       "Well that's the catch I guess," Eliza replied a little sheepishly,
beginning to wonder if she was imposing by basically inviting herself over
to hold a wedding.  "I was actually wondering if we could have the ceremony
at the mansion.  I was thinking we might have it down by the beach or
something.  I'm not sure of all the specifics yet, but I was hoping we
could do it there.  I mean if you can't or don't want to, it's totally ok.
I don't want to impose."

       "Welllll I mean I guess I wouldn't have a problem with it," Jennifer
said, trying to figure out if they could accommodate a wedding here.  The
logistics were probably going to be a bit of a nightmare, but hell they'd
had just about every other kind of party here, why not one of the happiest
kinds you could have.

       "I'd have to talk about this with everyone though," Jennifer
continued.  "You don't need to know right away, do you?"

       "No definitely not," Eliza answered.  "No rush.  I just wanted to
throw it out there.  It just feels like the perfect place, you know?  I'd
love to have it there."

       "Well I'd love to have you hold it here," Jennifer said.  "It sounds
like such a wonderful idea.  I'll talk to the others and call you back,
ok?"

       "Sounds great," Eliza said gratefully.  "Thanks a lot Jennifer.  I
really, really appreciate it.  This is going to be so great.  We're gonna
make it the best wedding ever and you're going to have an amazing time
there.  Merry Christmas Jen and thanks again."

       "Merry Christmas, Eliza," Jennifer said before the call ended and
she turned her attention back to the kitchen table where Love sat, wiping
away her tears and trying to compose herself.  Her face was a mess with
flushed cheeks, teary eyes and ruined makeup.

       "I just can't believe I acted like that," Love sadly sighed again,
having repeated it over and over again since they'd all left Damon's
office.  "I can't believe I said those horrible things to her!"

       "Shhhh you were angry sweetie, people get angry, even you," Jennifer
said as she assured her friend that she hadn't done anything wrong by
snapping.  "It's just very emotional what happened."

       "I practiced what I would say to her over and over again...I just
never thought I would say that," Love sighed.  Deep down she'd always
feared she'd driven Sarah away by asking her not to marry Freddie even
though everyone assured her she hadn't.  And now she felt that she'd pushed
Sarah away forever.

       "Don't feel bad Love," Rose said, hugging her housemate.  "You had
every right to be angry.  We all do.  She's the one who abandoned us.  We
should be the ones mad at her.  After what Sarah did she doesn't have the
right to be mad at you."

       "But I was so mean to her," Love despaired.

       "It'll be ok sweetie, it'll be ok," Rose said comfortingly.  Love
had been crying almost non stop since losing it at Damon's office.  They
had gotten out of there as quickly as they could to get home and now they
were all gathered in the kitchen trying to get Love to cheer up.

       Rose and Jennifer were just as unsettled by seeing Sarah again after
all this time, but had held themselves together for Love's sake.  They knew
they had to be rocks for her and they stifled their own pain and hurt over
seeing their beloved friend for the first time in more than a year and
having things go so badly.  None of them wanted the tears and the anger
which had resulted from the chance meeting, but there had been too much
pent up emotion from all this time for it not to have happened.

       The girls had returned from Damon's soon after Britney had left.
Jewel had told them what had happened, but they were all too emotionally
spent from the confrontation with Sarah to give much of a reaction to
Britney's surprise return.  Now they were all surrounding Love in the
kitchen at the table, giving her all the support she needed.  Just being
around each other was therapeutic to Rose and Jennifer and they held it
together well because of it.

       Love closed her eyes as she hugged Rose back, hoping that her friend
was right.  She had never dreamed that being reunited with Sarah would make
her feel worse than she had when Sarah had suddenly left.  But it had.
Fortunately being around her friends was definitely having a positive
effect and Love did feel her spirits start to pick up a little.

       "Hello?  Anyone there?" Alyssa called out, announcing her return.
"Where is everyone?"

       "We're in the kitchen," Jewel replied.

       "I was wondering where you guys were.  I thought you might
have...Hey, what happened?" Alyssa asked, stopping short in her original
thought when she saw Love had been crying.

       "We saw Sarah over at Damon's," Jennifer answered, giving Alyssa all
the explanation she needed to put everything together.

       "Oh," Alyssa said, not quite sure how better to reply to that.
Sarah's leaving had left an emotional scar on all of them, but she knew it
had impacted Love, Rose and Jennifer the most so she didn't add anything.

       Finding out what happened at Damon's had the same silencing effect
on everyone as they returned from their trip to the soup kitchen.  Even
Lindsay and Hilary, who barely had any idea of the true impact Sarah had on
the place, knew enough to not say another word.  Everyone just stood
around, not saying anything, but letting their silence say volumes.

       Christina was planning on staying quiet too.  She knew all too well
about how much things like this hurt.  So she wasn't going to try and say
anything.  But then she smelled it in the air.  She knew that scent.  She'd
have known it anywhere.  Christina was like a bloodhound when it came to
things like this and she knew she wasn't wrong about this.

       "Was she here?" Christina demanded.  "Was she fucking here?"

       "Who?  Sarah?  No!" Rose snapped back.  But Christina wasn't talking
about the actress.

       "No!  Not Sarah!  Britney!" Christina said, her voice rising.  "I
know that perfume!  She was here, wasn't she?"

       Christina put it all together and her eyes shot accusingly right at
the person she knew had been here before the rest of them.

       "Well, was she here?" Christina demanded.  "Tell me Jewel!  Was that
bitch in my house?"

       Jewel knew it was pointless to lie so she just nodded her head.

       "She just stopped by out of the blue," Jewel admitted.  "It was a
total surprise.  But she said she was driving by and she said she needed
someone to talk to."

       "And you let her in?" Christina shouted.  "I told you not to do
that!  I never want her here again!  What the fuck's the matter with you
Jewel?  Can't you do the one thing I tell you not to do?"

       "HEY!" Jewel angrily shot back as she got right in Christina's face,
sick and tired of more than a year of this shit from the pop singer.  "It's
my fucking house too Christina and if I want to let Britney in then I'm
gonna goddamn do it!  You think you're the only one here who can make the
rules?  We all miss her!  I can have her here whenever the fuck I want!"

       "Did you fuck her?" Christina icily asked.

       "Not that it's any of your business, but no!" Jewel answered with a
strong voice, feeling good to finally get all this aggravation off her
chest. "What the fuck is your problem Christina?  You throw a fucking fit
every time her name gets mentioned and we're all sick of it!  There are
people in this place with problems other than you Christina!  Don't think
you get to have it your way because you scream the loudest!  Britney's my
friend too!  You make life miserable for anyone who ever talks about her
here and I've had enough!  Britney misses you!  She wants to come home!
You don't know how much she's hurting!"

       "I don't give a fuck what she wants!" Christina sneered.  "I hope
it's fucking killing her!  I hope she's hurting worse than I am!  She's not
allowed back here!  I don't want any of you talking to her and I sure as
hell don't want any of you fucking her!  Especially you!"

       Christina shot her finger out right at the girl who'd figured she'd
be the last one dragged into this conversation.

       "Me?" Lindsay gulped.

       "Oh yeah," Christina hotly insisted.  "You don't think I've seen
those pictures?  You and Britney and that fucking whore Paris?  I know what
the fuck's going on!  You're not allowed to fuck her!"

       "But...but...I'm not!" Lindsay defended herself, shocked to have
been set down right in the middle of this.  "I swear I'm not!  Honestly!
We went out to some clubs and stuff and a few parties but nothing else!"

       Lindsay was telling the truth.  She and Paris Hilton had fucked.  In
fact they were pretty good in bed together when they weren't fighting and
trying to claw each other's eyeballs out.  But she hadn't even so much as
kissed Britney since the girl had been thrown out of the mansion and as far
as she knew Britney and Paris hadn't messed around either.

       "Well tell that diseased cunt to keep her claws off my Britney!"
Christina snarled before storming out of the kitchen.  "She's mine and she
doesn't get to touch her!  And the rest of you just butt the fuck out of my
life!"

       Christina was gone in a flash after that.  Leaving an angry cloud of
dust in her wake.

       "Ok that's that," Rose said, standing up.  "This house needs some
serious cheering up and I mean right now!  This is going to ruin Christmas
for everyone if we don't do something soon.  So all of us are going to
Lauren's party tonight!"

       "Wait," Alyssa interjected.  "Lauren Graham?  Lauren's having one of
her parties tonight?  Fuck yeah we're going!"

       "Now that's the spirit," Rose said, happy to smile again after all
the drama.

       "The girl from Gilmore Girls?" Reese wondered.  "What's so special
about her parties?"

       "Oh God, Reese, they're just amazing," Alyssa replied, dreamily
remembering past debaucheries and knowing that there had been even hotter
parties she had heard about but not been invited to.  "Words can't describe
it.  You have to experience it for yourself."

       "Wow, now that's an endorsement coming from you," Gwen said,
impressed at Alyssa and Rose's enthusiasm.  If they thought it was hot by
their standards it had to be something.

       "You have no idea," Alyssa said.  "Her parties are legendary.  Have
any of you seen the movie Caligula?"

       "No," Love answered.

       "No," Jennifer replied.

       "No," Reese added.

       "No," Lindsay and Hilary said together.

       "No," Jewel chimed in.

       "No," Jessica claimed.

       "Yes...I mean no!" Gwen said, correcting herself.

       "Well it's just like that except missing all the yechhy parts,"
Alyssa informed them.  "Just take my word for it."

       "She's not lying," Rose assured everyone.  "This is going to be
incredible."

       Love was happy to be reminded of Lauren's party.  Anything to get
her mind off Sarah was much appreciated and renewed curiosity about the
delights Lauren was promising for her party was definitely a good
distraction.

       "Well I for one need a party tonight," Love declared.  "Let's go!"

       "That's my girl," Rose said, giving Love a loving kiss on the lips.

       "What about Christina?" Jewel asked.  "I don't want this to be a
thing between us."

       "Ahhh she just needs to cool down," Rose said.  "Once she hears
about what Lauren's parties are like she'll be all `Britney who.'"

       Jewel somehow doubted that but she didn't say anything.  She wasn't
seriously mad at Christina.  She just felt things needed to be said she
hoped the girl had been listening.  But it was what she said when she had
left that had resonated the most with Jewel.  She had said "my Britney."
She hadn't talked like that ever before.

       Maybe Christina felt the same way that Britney did?  It seemed crazy
since Christina was always the one talking about the merits of sex over
love.  But it suddenly made a lot of sense to Jewel.  It would explain all
her anger and it made Jewel see that if only Christina would put all that
anger aside then this all might have a happy ending for the two of them
after all.

* * * * *

       After all that had happened back at Damon's office, Sarah had fled
almost as soon as her former housemates had.  She was a mess but she didn't
even pause to compose herself.  She had to get out of there.  She needed to
find comfort and she knew she couldn't get that from Freddie.

       So she had left Freddie behind and sought out the only person who
would understand her and what she was going through.

       "Oh Aly, it was awful," Sarah sobbed into her best friend's arms.
"It was everything I was afraid it was going to be, only worse.  They hate
me.  They absolutely hate me for what I did.  God, even Love.  I never saw
her like that before.  Never."

       "But you knew this was going to happen Sarah," Alyson Hannigan
pointed out.  "I mean you had to figure you'd see them eventually."

       "I guess I was hoping to avoid it forever," Sarah sighed, trying to
calm herself.  She'd been crying for so long that she was surprised she had
any tears left.  She hadn't cried like this in so long but it didn't do
anything to cleanse her of her sadness.  In fact it only increased her
misery.

       "I expected Rose to be that angry," Sarah admitted.  "I knew if I
ever saw her again she'd either yell or completely freeze me out.  But
Love?  I'd never even heard her yell before."

       Sarah and Alyson were lying down on her bed.  There had been too
many times to count when they had been in this exact position, but this
time all their clothes were still on and the soft bed was there only for
comfort.  They were wrapped in each other's arms on top of the covers and
Alyson wanted to comfort her friend.  She hated seeing Sarah like this, but
she also knew there was a point when her support wasn't going to do her any
good.

       "You had to have expected this Sarah," Alyson said.  "After all you
left them and cut them completely out of your life.  They were never going
to greet you with hugs and kisses after that."

       "I know," Sarah admitted, hugging herself tight to the former
redhead.  "I never wanted to hurt them though.  I just did what I thought
was best."

       "But what you did was wrong Sarah," Alyson said, sitting up on the
bed.  "You chose Freddie over them.  Over all of us."

       "No!  Not over you!  Never over you!" Sarah claimed, sitting up next
to her best friend and taking her hand into hers.

       "Is that why you run out of here crying every time you sneak over to
get yourself licked?" Alyson asked with more than a trace of bitterness in
her voice.

       "Don't say it like that Aly," Sarah softly requested.  "Don't make
it like it's cheap."

       "How should I treat it Sarah?" Alyson demanded.  Her frustration
over how things were between her and Sarah had risen over recent weeks and
she had decided some tough love might be what was best for her friend.  She
hadn't planned on doing it now, but once it got started she didn't see how
she was going to stop it.

       "What am I to you anyway Sarah?" Alyson asked.  "A friend?  A lover?
Or just someone for you to fuck when you get horny and Freddie can't
satisfy you?  Because you treat me like a fucking whore when you come over
here and come onto me because you know how bad I want you and that I'll
never say no to you and then leave as soon as you can because you can't
handle the guilt."

       Sarah stared down into her lap, unable to look Alyson in the eye.
She didn't mean for it to be like that.  She just couldn't help it.  The
first time she'd slipped, when she and Reese had watched Alyson and
Charisma Carpenter dominate Kristen Bell and Shannon Elizabeth she had run
out crying as soon as she'd come, unable to come to terms with the guilt
she'd felt for cheating on her husband after promising never to do it.

       She'd told herself it would never happen again, but that pledge had
lasted only as long as when she had come over to Alyson's a few days later
to apologize.  That time it had been one on one, with no sex games and no
domination or submission.  It had just been two best friends pleasuring
each other the way they knew the other loved.  It had been so sweet and so
wonderful and Sarah had come even harder than she had when she had gotten
caught up in Alyson's "mistress" web.

       And even though the intense guilt had reared its ugly head again,
Sarah had come back for more another day and another and another, each time
feeling more miserable that she was sneaking around and cheating while each
time craving the touch of a woman even more.

       "Please don't be mean Aly," Sarah sadly begged.  "I can't take it.
Not again.  Not from someone else I love."

       "Sarah, I love you too, you know I do, but you're not treating me
like a friend," Alyson pressed.  "You hurt me when you run off like you do.
You make me feel cheap and used.  Why do you do that to me?  You know how
much I care for you and that's what makes it worse."

       "I don't want to hurt you," Sarah insisted.  "I don't want to hurt
anyone.  I don't want you to feel cheap and used Aly.  I
just...just...ahhhhhhhhh fuck I don't know what I'm doing!  Every day I
feel so fucking miserable!"

       "Then why are you doing this to yourself?" Alyson demanded.  "Why
are you putting yourself through this misery?  For Freddie?  Do you think
he'd ever give up something important for you?  When has he ever sacrificed
for your marriage Sarah?  He's never done anything like you have.  You gave
up the people who cared most for you in the world for him and he's not
worth it!  He's just not worth it!"

       "You don't...you just don't know him like I do," Sarah lamely
offered.  "He's given up lots of things for me."

       "Like what Sarah?" Alyson asked.  "Name me one thing he's done to
prove his love for you."

       Sarah tried desperately to think of something, but her brain was too
emotional for anything to come out.  She drew a blank and instead of giving
an answer, Sarah lay back on the bed and turned the opposite way from
Alyson.

       "Sarah, I'm not trying to make you feel bad," Alyson said, softening
her tone and laying back down next to her best friend to caress her hair.
"I want to help you.  You have to stop doing this to yourself.  You can't
keep sneaking over to see me when you need love because I can't give it to
you if you don't give it back to me.  And I know about you sneaking over to
Eliza and Kirsten's too, so don't pretend that this is only place you go
when you're horny."

       "You know?" Sarah sighed, closing her eyes and trying to keep from
crying again.  It had only been once when she'd done that.  But she and
Freddie had just had another big fight and Sarah had felt so lonely.

       "Eliza told me," Alyson said.  "She's worried about you.  I'm
worried about you too.  Sweetie, we want you to be happy and you're not
happy with Freddie.  You never have been."

       "No, I...I love him...I do...I really do," Sarah insisted.

       "Look deep and ask yourself if you really do Sarah," Alyson
instructed.  "How can you even think you're happy in your marriage?  You're
always over here crying or fucking me and you and Freddie are always
fighting.  You didn't marry him because you loved him.  You married him
because you thought you had to."

       Sarah was about to tell Alyson that it wasn't true.  That she loved
Freddie and that was why she had married him.  But before she could her
cell phone rang.  Sarah thought about letting it ring but she couldn't help
herself and she grabbed her bag.  She pulled her phone out and saw that it
was Freddie.  At first she wasn't going to answer it, but she decided it
was better to let her husband know she hadn't been kidnapped or anything.

       "Hey Freddie," Sarah said into her phone as Alyson groaned and sat
up on the bed.  "What?  No I'm at Aly's.  No.  I wasn't crying in the
office.  An argument?  No, that never happened.  I don't care who said it.
It never happened!  Really, I'm fine.  You what?  Where?  When?  Are you
kidding me Freddie?  You're not going to be home for Christmas then!  Can I
at least go with you?  But...but...I'm your wife Freddie!  How can you not
want to spend Christmas with your wife?  When are you leaving?  Tonight!
That's crazy!  Fine!  We'll talk about it at home!"

       Sarah ended the call and slumped back onto the bed.  She struggled
to control herself but tears started to drip from her eyes again.

       "Damon got Freddie a part in some horror movie that shoots in
Prague," Sarah explained.  "He's leaving tonight and won't be back until
January.  He said the film company can't afford to fly both of us over
there.  He couldn't turn the deal down.  He said it was too important to
him."

       Sarah softly cried into Alyson's pillow and asked only request.

       "Please don't say anything Aly," Sarah asked.  "I know what you're
going to say.  Just please don't say it."

       Alyson didn't say a word.  Instead she rolled back over and hugged
her best friend from behind, embracing her with love, holding her close and
letting her quiet tears stain her pillowcase.

* * * * *

       "Hayden honey, are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" her
mother asked as the teenager lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.  It
was getting dark and it was dinnertime, but Hayden wasn't thinking about
food in the least.

       "No I'm fine mom," Hayden said.  "I'm not hungry."

       "Are you sure you don't feel sick?" her mother asked.

       "Really, I'm fine," Hayden insisted.  "I'm just don't feel like
eating anything right now."

       "Ok, but if you change your mind I'll make sure something's left for
you," Hayden's mother said before leaving things at that and letting her
daughter be.

       As soon as her door was closed, Hayden let out a long sigh and kept
staring at her ceiling.  How could she even think about eating when she
felt like she had the biggest decision of her life weighing down on her?

       It had been hours since she had left her agent's and she was no
closer to deciding what to do about Kirsten and Scarlett.  This should have
been an easy decision for her.  She wasn't a lesbian.  She wasn't into
girls.  Sure she found them attractive, but that was natural.  It wasn't
like just because she knew girls were beautiful that she automatically
wanted to do it with them.

       She should have been able to just say flat out that what Kirsten
offered was very nice, but she just wasn't into it and wouldn't be coming
that night.  But she couldn't do it.  She had Kirsten's number within easy
reach, but she just couldn't call and say no thank you.

       But she also couldn't call and say yes.  She was petrified with
indecision and the more she lay there on her bed, surrounded by stuffed
animals and blankets, the more she felt like she was going to go absolutely
crazy if she didn't make a decision soon.

       Was she already crazy?  She couldn't actually be considering this,
could she?  Sex with girls?  And not just with any girls.  Sex with famous
girls.  It was insane.  She couldn't be thinking about doing this.  She
wasn't a lesbian.  She wasn't bisexual.  She liked boys.  At least she
thought she did.  She was supposed to like boys, wasn't she?  That was what
was natural.  But it wasn't like she was fulfilled or anything.

       She didn't exactly go and trumpet the fact to the world, and
especially her parents, but she wasn't a virgin.  She'd actually had sex
with a boy for the first time on the night of her sweet 16 party.  It had
seemed the right time for her because she considered it a true passage into
womanhood.

       Hayden had broken up with that boy since then and while there had
been another boy she had thought enough worthy of sex to give herself to
him, nothing had ever really felt right for her about it.

       The first time for her had been scary and kind of messy, but Hayden
had told herself that was supposed to happen.  First times were never
really supposed to be anything except what you laughed about 10 years later
when you were happy and fulfilled and trading stories with your girlfriends
like in Sex and the City.  But it wasn't like the times after that had been
very good either.

       There had been a few times when Hayden had felt good during sex.
She loved kissing and she loved it when boys played with her boobs and got
their hands all over her, touching her legs and her tummy and even rubbing
her ass and sometimes teasing her a little back there with their fingers,
but those had just been fleeting feelings of pleasure.  Most times she just
lay there in bed with the boy on top of her wondering if she was doing
something wrong because she wasn't enjoying it.

       Wasn't sex supposed to be amazing?  Wasn't it something she was
supposed to want all the time?  Wasn't it supposed to rock her world and
leave her gasping and sweating and smiling from how good it felt?

       Well in the times she'd had sex there had never been anything like
that.  There had been no thunder or lightning or world rocking.  It had
just been some boy on top of her thrusting into her and her lying under him
wondering if he was going to be done in time for her to watch One Tree
Hill.

       Hayden had a lot of close girlfriends.  They were her best friends
and they had been for years.  But she couldn't even admit to them the
truth.  She had never had an orgasm from sex.  Hayden knew she was no sex
expert, but she was pretty sure she was going to recognize an orgasm if she
had one and she was sure she hadn't had one from the two boys she'd been
with.

       Hayden enjoyed touching herself, whether it was in the morning with
her shower massager or late at night when she'd think naughty thoughts and
slide her hand under her pajamas to make herself wet and tingly.  She
supposed those had been orgasms, but they hadn't really been big ones.
Hayden wanted a big orgasm.  She wanted a lot of them.  Everyone she knew
who'd had sex said it was amazing and wonderful and Hayden wanted to feel
that so badly.

       Maybe she was doing something wrong.  Maybe it was her fault that
she wasn't having orgasms.  But maybe, instead of that, it was that she was
missing something special.

       Many times Hayden felt there was something more for her out there in
sex that she hadn't yet discovered.  But what was it?  Where was it?  And
was it possible that Kirsten and Scarlett were offering her what she was
missing and what she had wanted all along?

       Hayden could still feel their lips on hers.  There kisses had been
so soft and good and they had just been light pecks.  How good would real
kisses feel?

       Hayden knew they could do so much to her and they would have loved
to do it.  But did she want them to?  That was the question.  Did she want
them to kiss her lips again and then her neck and lower, down to her
breasts and lower still, down her tummy, kissing her little belly piercing
that Hayden loved playing with when she touched herself and then down lower
and lower until they were kissing her hot spots.

       Mmmmmm it sounded so delicious and naughty in her mind when she
thought about it and pictured it in her mind.  But she couldn't really do
that.  Could she?

       Hayden tried not to be scared of new things.  In fact she loved
exploring and trying new kinds of adventures.  And she'd always been a
little daring.  When she and a bunch of her friends had rented out a hotel
suite once in New York City for one of their birthdays and they'd gotten a
little bit wild and dared each other to streak through the hallways, she'd
stripped out of her clothes without hesitation and had run naked, giggling
all the while, knowing anyone could catch her at any time.

       But there was a big difference between some wild, fun nudity and
actually going off and having sex with other women.  No one had to tell
Hayden that.  This was exploring she'd never dared to do before.  And this
wasn't some crazy dare which with her friends that wouldn't matter the next
morning.  This was a life changing experience.  If she went and had sex
with a woman, Hayden felt like everything in her life would be different
and she didn't know if that would be a good thing or a bad thing.

       Of course whenever she thought about girls having sex, Hayden
couldn't help but be reminded of her experience, even though it wasn't
really hers.  She was there physically at the scene...just not really
involved.  Sort of.

       It had been just a normal night.  She'd been out with her friends at
a party at a club in L.A., having a good time and there hadn't been
anything really different about that night.  There had been some weird
people at that party, though.  People Hayden didn't usually hang out with.
Paris Hilton had been there.  Hayden had heard lots of stories about her
and how she was supposed to be this big bitch and everything, but Hayden
had thought she was kind of nice.  They had hung out a little and talked
and stuff.  Nothing too intense.

       Then there had been this other girl there.  She'd told Hayden her
name was Spring Break and she was a rapper.  Hayden had been quite
interested in how a person got a name like that and this girl had quite the
life story to back it up.  It turned out the girl had been a porn star.
She'd performed under the name Sky and she'd done lots of movies with boys
and girls.

       Hayden had been fascinated by this.  She had seen a few pornos that
her friends had snuck from their dads or their brothers and it hadn't
really turned her on or anything.  But they had looked naughty and fun.  So
to meet a real life porn star was really interesting.  However the girl's
story had another twist to it.  She said she was out of porn and had become
a born again Christian.

       This had shocked Hayden to see a girl go from one extreme to the
other, but the girl had shown her her tattoos and how they told the story
of her overcoming her demons to accept Christ.  Hayden had been a little
scared Sky was going to start trying to convert her or something.  Hayden
didn't really get into all that Jesus stuff, but the girl was totally cool
and didn't try and make her drink holy water or anything.

       Hayden had enjoyed hanging out with Sky, but they had gone in
different directions at the party and Hayden had figured she had lost her.
But at one point in the night, when she'd gone out looking for some place
to get some fresh air, Hayden had found herself reunited with Sky in a most
unexpected way.

       She'd gone out to get her air and heard the moaning.  It had been
soft at first but it was getting louder.  Hayden knew it wasn't the kind of
moans you made when you were sick or drunk.  They were sex moans and she
was far too curious to not want to sneak a peek.  So she ducked her head
around the corner of the club and found Sky on her knees with her face
buried between Paris Hilton's legs.

       Hayden had had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from gasping
at this shocking sight.  It was the wildest thing she'd ever seen and she
couldn't keep from staring at it.  She couldn't believe that the woman
she'd just been talking to all about how Jesus had reformed her wicked ways
was eating out the person everyone thought was the biggest slut in the
universe.

       It was so raw and so sexual.  Hayden had never seen anything like it
before and it was still seared in her memory.  She remembered every moan
and every dirty word she'd heard like she was still witnessing it today.

       "Yeahhhhhhhh tongue fuck that cunt you little fucking whore!" Paris
had groaned, holding down Sky's head by gripping her hair.  "Mmmmmm
yeahhhhhh lick it all up bitch!  Lick my spoiled little cunt!  Mmmm how's
it taste bitch?  How's my billion dollar pussy taste?  Mmmm it's so yummy
isn't it!  You can never resist my yummy heiress cunt, can you bitch?
Yeahhhhhh on your knees you filthy fucking porn star, right where you
belong!  On your knees eating my fucking cunt like the goddamn whore you
are!  I don't care what your tattoos say!  You're still a whore!  My
fucking whore!  Mmmm keep licking bitch!  Lick my princess pussy till I
cream that fucking slut face of yours!"

       Hayden hadn't believed what she was seeing and what she was hearing.
How could Sky let Paris treat her that way?  What was she getting out of
it?  But then Hayden saw exactly what Sky was getting out of it.  She saw
how Sky had her hand up under her own skirt and was rubbing herself.  God,
she liked this.  Sky loved eating Paris out and Paris had sure seemed to
love being eaten.

       It had been so hot to watch it.  Hayden had never seen two people
have sex before and the fact that it was two women doing it just made it
hotter and naughtier to watch.  Hayden kept her hand over her own mouth as
she watched Paris fuck Sky's face while calling her filthy, mean names with
each moan out of her spoiled mouth.  But as she muzzled herself, her other
hand had started touching her own body through her clothes.

       Hayden had grabbed at her own boobs through her shirt, playing with
them like she did when she was home alone in her bed.  She had been far
away from her bed that night, though, and she had been touching herself
right in the open, making her nipples hard and poke against her top through
her bra.  The more wild the girls had gotten, the more she had touched
herself.

       Soon she hadn't even been able to cover her mouth anymore because
the need to get both hands on her body was too great.  Hayden had let both
of her hands touch herself, inching up her shirt so she could tug at her
belly piercing, rubbing it and making her whole body tingle as her other
hand pinched her own nipples through her shirt the way Paris was doing to
herself.

       And when Paris had turned around and bent over, still holding Sky's
head down, Hayden had been unable to stop herself from getting naughtier as
well.

       "Mmmmmm you fucking love this don't you whore?  Get your tongue in
my ass!"  Paris had cried, gripping Sky's head.  "Ooooooooooooooh dirty
bitch!  That's it!  Fucking spit in my billionaire asshole and lick it
alllll up like the good little whore you are!  Ohhhhhhhhhhh you pretend to
be all good and pure now but you're still my dirty little asslicking bitch!
You still love it when I fuck your face and make it all sticky with my cum!
I own your fucking tongue Sky and I'm gonna use it whenever the fuck I
want!  Mmmmmmmmmmm fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhh dirty whore!  Tongue fuck my ass!
Fucking work that tongue up that hole!"

       Hayden hadn't been able to believe Paris was acting like such a
spoiled bitch and that Sky loved it so much, working her hand between her
legs furiously.  But Hayden hadn't been able to believe how she'd acted
either.  She'd taken her hand off her breasts to slide it down her skirt
and under her panties so she could rub herself.  None of her fantasies in
bed or in the shower had ever made her as wet as she'd been then and she'd
soaked her hand when she'd slid it under her panties, rubbing herself as
she'd continued to play with her piercing.

       Soon Hayden had been grunting and moaning along with Paris, touching
herself while the party girl heiress had fucked the supposedly reformed
former porn star's face.  It had been soooo hot just to watch them go at
each other so nasty and free.  Like nothing held them back.  So Hayden
hadn't let anything hold her back either and she'd made her whole body
tingle as she'd touched herself, soaking her panties and even making her
girl juice drip a little down her leg.

       She'd actually made herself come that night and it had felt so
amazing!  Like it was a taste of what sex was really supposed to be.  She
had soaked her hand with girl juice and Hayden had been so lost in lust
that she'd actually started licking her own cum off her hand, which she'd
never done before.  She'd just closed her eyes and tasted herself,
wondering if Paris tasted the same way...or if she tasted better.

       When she'd opened her eyes she'd gasped because she saw Paris
straightening down her skirt and walking away from Sky, apparently not
intending to return the favor for what she'd just gotten.

       "Mmmm that was hot," Paris had moaned.  "But don't you even dare
think about wiping your face clean bitch.  I want my fucking cum staining
your face all night so everyone knows you just got to taste my rich cunt!

       Hayden had hid around the corner, hoping that they hadn't seen her.
But it had been a futile hope.  Paris had walked right by her, with Sky
following obediently behind, and when she had seen her, Paris smiled and
had leaned in to kiss her teenage lips.

       Still tingling from her orgasm, she hadn't been able to resist and
Hayden had let Paris kiss her, giving her the taste of a woman's lips for
the first time.  They had obviously known she was there the whole time and
when Paris pulled away Sky had leaned in and kissed her too; giving her
something to taste that wasn't her lipstick.

       "Mmmmm now that's hot," Paris had said in her soft voice.  "You're a
dirty little girl Hayden.  Ooooh taste my pussy and my ass all over that
slut's lips!  You like it don't you!"

       Hayden had been too scared to give any kind of reaction and suddenly
she had felt Paris grab her hand.  The blonde billionaire had taken a
glitter pen out of her bag and had started writing something down on it.

       "That's where I'm staying tonight," Paris had whispered in her ear,
her hot breath making Hayden swoon.  "If you want some more fun, come see
me."

       Then they had left her there, leaning against the side of the
building, her legs wobbly and her head woozy from what she'd just seen.

       Hayden hadn't taken Paris up on her offer.  In fact she'd gone
straight home and taken a long bath, wondering what she'd just done and why
she had enjoyed watching it so much. It had been so scary and made her so
horny all at the same time.

       Now she was being offered another chance to indulge in girl on girl
sex and Hayden was still undecided about what to do.  Kirsten seemed so
much nicer than Paris had been that night and Hayden had loved how it had
felt to kiss her and Scarlett.  But did she want more?

       With a moan Hayden realized all this thinking about what Paris and
Sky had done to each other and what Kirsten and Scarlett could do to her
had made her wet.  And she moaned even deeper when she reached down and
felt how hard her nipples were.  God, she did want this.  At least she
thought she did.

       It just looked so hot and intense and like it was everything sex was
supposed to be.  Maybe she could just watch.  Maybe she could just watch
and see Kirsten and Scarlett and Kirsten's wife.  She had no idea who she
was, but she had to be pretty if she was married to Kirsten.  That's it.
She'd just watch for a while and when she realized she wasn't a lesbian and
didn't really want to have sex with another girl then she'd just go home.

       It made perfect sense to just watch and not do anything more.  But
if it did, why was her hand shaking as she reached for her cell phone to
call Kirsten?  And when she did call her and hear her voice, why did she
run her free hand between her legs to touch herself through her jeans and
panties?  And why was she wetter than she had ever been in her life as she
told Kirsten she was coming that night?

* * * * *

       While Hayden was filled with self doubt, there was nothing like that
as the girls drove toward Lauren's.  There was quite a contingent coming
from Malibu and if Lauren's party wasn't already packed with beautiful
girls horny for the delights of female flesh, it was certainly about to be.

       Alyssa and Rose did such a good job selling their housemates and
friends about how hot Lauren's parties were that everyone wanted to come.
That meant Love, Jennifer, Jessica, Jewel, Reese, Hilary, Gwen and Lindsay
were all instantly sold and even Christina was talked into stopping her
sulking, coming out of her room and joining them.

       While it had taken a slight bit more convincing than usual to coax
Christina into coming, all she had really needed to hear was the word
"orgy" to break out her party dress.  Not that many of them expected to be
wearing their dresses for long if this party was as good as Rose and Alyssa
had promised it would be.

       They had to take three cars because there were so many girls coming
and since Rose and Alyssa knew the way they to Lauren's already they were
two of the drivers.  With Lindsay and Reese needing to stop home for more
appropriate party outfits they had gone in the third car, with Hilary
tagging along.  The teenager had enough clothes stored at Lindsay's that
she could get dressed there.  The last thing she wanted to do was stop by
her own place because she knew if her mother caught her, there'd be no fun
for her that night.

       Jessica, Christina and Love were all in Rose's car and while
Christina spent most of the trip staring out the window into the night,
Jessica and Love were both very eager to get as many details from Rose as
possible.  The dirty talk flowed freely even though they weren't quite
alone in the car since Christina had insisted on bringing Fluffy along.

       He was wedged in between Christina and Jessica in the back seat but,
since he said nothing, it was as if he weren't there at all.  Everyone was
so used to him being around and not reacting to their naughtiest behavior
that they all felt they could talk freely around him, taking for granted
that he'd hear and see nothing.

       Love couldn't wait to see what this party was going to be like.  She
needed some real cheering up after all that had happened this afternoon and
this was her favorite way to get herself smiling. Despite all the drama at
Damon's office with Sarah, Love hadn't forgotten how sexy Lauren looked and
the flirty vibe she was radiating.

       "Ooooooh this sounds just incredible," Love said, squeezing her
thighs together under her dress and making her pussy tingle with excitement
as Rose told everyone about how the last party she'd been too had been an
entire WB Network star event and how Lauren had insisted all her guests
dress up as strippers.

       Naturally once everyone arrived in their sluttiest outfits Lauren
had made them all perform for her and everyone else and one by one the WB's
hottest femmes had peeled off their outfits and treated each other to
lapdances until it devolved, as Lauren's parties always did, into a pile of
beautiful girls licking each other silly.

       "I wish we'd been invited to that," Jessica said in disappointment
as she pictured all those gorgeous girls in her mind and how good they
would have felt pressed into her body, grinding against her in a lap dance.

       "WB girls only," Rose teased.  "Not my fault you decided to be on
FOX."

       But it wasn't just the details of that party that Rose shared.  She
also told them how she and Lauren had known each other only casually,
meeting each other at network events and sharing only a few pleasant words
each time.  But by the end of her first year on Charmed, Rose, Alyssa and
Holly Marie Combs were basically fucking each other at every free moment
they had on set and their fantasies had naturally turned toward the other
girls at their network.

       So one day after a particularly hot discussion about who they'd most
like to fuck, the three girls decided to try their seduction on Lauren.
She had just seemed like there was this carnal side to her just itching to
get past the wacky, quip happy veneer of Lorelai Gilmore.  The three of
them definitely wanted to see if their instincts were right about Lauren
and they had set it up to make their move at the network's up front
presentations that year.

       Those were always exhausting days of meeting with the press and
telling why that season of the show was going to be the best one ever and
Lauren had been happy for any break, especially when Rose, Alyssa and Holly
had told her they had rented a suite at the hotel the presentation was in
and were going to go up there to chill.  Of course chilling was far from
their real purpose and a few bottles of champagne later they had Lauren
right where they wanted her, naked in the hot tub with them as they shared
passionate kisses and heated same sex caresses.

       Lauren had confessed to them that she had been curious about sex
with women for so long, but had never tried it before then.  Lauren's
actions that day had certainly backed that claim up.  She'd been nervous,
but deliciously eager and the more they'd licked and kissed and touched
her, the more Lauren had craved.  Rose still remembered vividly how she,
Alyssa and Holly had triple teamed television's sexiest mom, working over
every inch of her body with their tongues.

       Rose remembered how good Lauren had tasted and how much she'd loved
the feel of the woman's hand clutching at her hair, pressing her face to
her pussy as she'd howled for more.  That day they had unleashed the sexual
tigress inside Lauren and by the end of the night she was the one hungrily
feasting on the three of them, keeping her, Alyssa and Holly naked on their
knees so she could take turns eating them, rimming them, fingering their
holes and basically doing whatever her horny heart desired to their willing
bodies.

       They'd done more than give Lauren her first experience with women
that day.  They'd created a monster.  Lauren hadn't been able to get enough
that first night, the next morning or any time after.  After that day Rose
couldn't remember one time where she'd seen Lauren at a press event, a
party or at a Starbucks and they hadn't ended up in some dark corner
ravishing each other's bodies.  They had gotten Lauren to unleash her inner
slut that day and it would never be bottled up again.

       Her parties were absolutely legendary for the debauchery and as Rose
shared the salacious details, Love and Jessica listened with rapt interest
scarcely believing that the woman behind Lorelai Gilmore was secretly
holding weekly gangbangs at her house and having orgies that made their own
parties at the mansion almost seem relatively tame.

       "Wow..." Love marveled, recalling her own night of gangbang bliss
when she'd taken on six men right in front of Rose.  "Did you ever go to
one of those?"

       She'd loved her own experience but her one regret from it was that
Rose hadn't joined in.  Love would have gotten off so hard on seeing Rose
with a man.  Her pussy was already soaked just from all these hot images
Rose was putting in her head and as much as she wanted to save her energy
for the party, thinking of Rose getting herself some cock at one of those
parties would have had Love touching herself in a second.

       "You mean did I ever get myself stuffed with cock at one of her
parties?" Rose grinned, getting even Christina to perk up in the back.
"Nahhhh that's not my scene.  Mmmmm but if you asked Lyssa you'd definitely
get a different answer."

       Rose left it at that but she knew all three of her housemates would
be pestering Alyssa for details as soon as they could and she also knew
Alyssa would only be too happy to share.

       "Well if Lauren's so hot then how come we're just hearing about this
now?" Jessica challenged.  She didn't think Rose was bullshitting them or
anything.  She was just surprised all of this had come out of the blue.
"How come you never had her over to the mansion for us to play with?"

       "Yeah Rose, you're not getting selfish are you?" Love teased.
"Trying to keep sexy Lauren all for you and Lyssa to play with?"

       "Awww c'mon, you know me," Rose laughed.  "I love sharing.  Believe
me I tried to get her to come by.  I did everything short of putting her in
a sack and dragging her to Malibu.  But she wouldn't go."

       "Why not?" Jessica asked, bristling a little.  Didn't she think they
were hot enough for her?  The idea of someone who was into girls turning
down an invitation to Malibu seemed inconceivable to her.

       "She's got a reason," Rose answered.  "I told her all about the
mansion.  I told her every hot story.  I told her things that would have
gotten a nun panting for pussy.  But she never would take me up on it.  She
always said she didn't want to visit the mansion.  She wanted to outdo it."

       "Outdo it?" Love repeated.  "What does that mean?"

       "Well I think we're gonna find out tonight," Rose grinned, wondering
what exactly Lauren had in store for them.  It had been awhile since she
had been to one of her parties at her house.  More than a year.  Rose
wondered if anything had changed.  Had things gotten hotter?

       But even if things had gotten hotter, Rose knew one thing for sure.

       "She can think she can outdo us, but she's not even close," Rose
said.  "I think we need to remind her of that, don't we?"

       "Definitely," Love agreed, already picturing in her mind all the
ways she wanted to make Lauren come tonight to make sure she knew how hot
they were.

       "She'll be begging for another invitation by the time we're done
with her," Jessica confidently predicted.

       "What about it Chrissy?  You in with us?  Gonna help us make Lauren
see there's no place hotter than the mansion?" Love asked, snapping the
singer out of her trance again.

       "Huh?" Christina asked, having been staring out the window as the
discussion raged.

       "God, Christina, you've barely said a word all night," Rose
chastised.  "Snap out of it.  C'mon we're headed to an orgy!  That's like
freakin Disneyland for you!"

       "Yeah...oh yeah it'll be a blast," Christina said.  "We'll make sure
that girl knows who the hottest bitches in California are."

       But despite her boastful words, Christina returned to staring out
the window as soon as the words were out of her mouth, her thoughts clearly
far, far away from where the party they were attended.  She turned away
from the window and rested herself against Fluffy, snuggling up to him like
he was some kind of big teddy bear.

       The bodyguard actually flinched slightly in surprise at Christina's
intimate act, but didn't say anything and let her stay how she was, pressed
up against him and wrapping her arms around his.

       She had never told anyone this before, but Christina had almost
fired Fluffy after Britney had left.  Seeing him every day reminded her too
much of Britney.  She had wanted to get every memory of her far gone and
that had included Fluffy.  But Christina hadn't done it.  She and Fluffy
had been through so much together and now she held herself to him for the
exact same reason she had almost fired him, because he reminded her of
Britney.

       As Christina lost herself in her thoughts and memories, the others
continued to press Rose for details, especially Love who had what should
have been the obvious question in mind.

       "Hey, if Lauren's been with all those girls from WB does that mean
she was with Alexis Bledel too?" Love asked, picturing delicious
mother/daughter incest role play fantasies in her overheating brain.
"Mmmmm that would be so fucking hot.  Is she going to be at the party?"

       "If she is, it'll be a surprise," Rose answered with a bit of
disappointment in her voice.  "Lauren's never made a move on her.  At least
she hadn't last time I asked.  But I doubt that's changed."

       "Are you kidding me?" Jessica demanded in surprise.  She hadn't had
any scenes with Alexis when they'd shot Sin City together, but they had
hung out a few times and the girl was absolutely gorgeous.  "How can she
never have even tried to get her into bed?"

       "It's a sore subject with her," Rose warned.  "She said she's never
made a move on her because she didn't want to mix business with pleasure on
the set and mess up the artistic process or whatever by fucking the girl
who's supposed to be her daughter.  It's bullshit of course.  If you ask
me, Lauren's just scared to make a move, like she thinks Alexis will turn
her down or something."

       With Alyssa's car right behind them, the girls soon arrived at
Lauren's house.  It wasn't the mansion, but it sure was nice.  It was the
kind of home that would grace the pages of In Style but everyone was hoping
what was happening inside was better suited for the kinds of magazines
which were off limits to people under the age of 18.

       There were cars parked everywhere on the property, showing that if
nothing else this was a well attended party, and as the girls piled out
they prepared to head inside.  But before they could, it was observed they
were short in their numbers.

       "Hey, where's Lindsay?" Jewel asked, wondering about the status of
the third car.  The girl had been supposed to meet them at Lauren's, but
there was no sign of her yet.

       "Think she got lost?" Gwen wondered.

       "Nahhh she programmed the address into her GPS, no way did she get
lost," Alyssa said.  "Besides if she did get lost on her way to an orgy she
would have been frantically calling us for help.  She hates to miss
anything."

       And then almost on cue, Lindsay's red Mercedes came barreling up at
a speed that was more suited for NASCAR than an exclusive neighborhood.
She approached so fast that the girls nearly had to scatter out of the way
to keep from being run down.  As it was the car stopped just short of where
they'd been standing and the door quickly popped open.

       "Did I miss anything?" Lindsay asked, a little out of breath as
she'd worried all the way that everyone had gone in and started without
her.

       "Chill Lindsay, we just got here," Jennifer advised.  "You didn't
miss anything we haven't missed."

       "Well then let's stop talking and get inside to start fucking,"
Lindsay suggested with a beaming smile of eager anticipation.  After all
the buildup, she was looking forward to getting inside like a kid waiting
for Christmas morning to start opening presents.

       Being quite used to Lindsay's driving by now, Hilary exited the
front passenger side with nary a hair in place.  However, Reese got out of
the back seat looking like she'd been clawing at the seats in fear the
entire trip.  As soon as she got to her friends, she grabbed Jennifer's arm
and pulled her former co-star close.

       "I am never, ever getting in a car with her again!" Reese declared,
her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.  "She's a maniac behind
the wheel!  A freaking maniac!  I'm getting a ride back with you guys.  I
don't care if there's no room for me or not.  I'll sit on your lap if I
have to!"

       "Mmmmm well you can sit on my lap any time," Jennifer sexily assured
her friend, making Reese smile as she calmed down.

       Now that they were all here, the girls headed up toward the house
and knocked on the door, wondering what they would find on the other side.
Even though Rose and Alyssa had been here before, they still weren't sure
quite what to expect from Lauren.

       A major clue to what this was going to be like was provided when the
door opened and Lauren's personal assistant, Whitney, showed them inside.
Just like at Damon's office, the redhead had an air of focused efficiency
around her.  But this time there was no sharp business suit on her.

       Whitney stood before them completely nude, letting them feast their
eyes on her soft, alabaster skin and rosy, full nipples which were just
begging to be sucked.

       She had no inhibition about answering the door naked and she held it
open for everyone to enter.  Her hair was still in the same tight bun it
had been that afternoon and her glasses rested comfortably on her face as
she held up a clipboard and made a checkmark on the list it contained.

       "Miss McGowan, so glad you and Miss Hewitt could make it," Whitney
said, smiling politely as if she were interviewing a job applicant and not
standing in front of everyone in the nude outside an orgy.  "Miss Graham
has been expecting you.  We didn't know you were bringing so many friends
but we can certainly accommodate you all.  Now I...ummm...what is he doing
here?"

       Whitney paused, losing her composure for just a brief second as
Fluffy stepped in through the door.

       "He goes where I go," Christina said defensively, wrapping herself
around Fluffy's arm again and squeezing.

       "Yeah you can't throw him out!  He's gotta stay!" Gwen suddenly
declared, blushing as soon as the words flew out of her mouth.  She didn't
want to have to give any explanations about why she was so insistent, so
she just backed away, wishing she could better control herself.

       "Very well Miss Aguilera," Whitney said, trying not to gawk too much
at the built bodyguard, especially as he towered over Christina.  "Now if
you will step right this way, there are a few rules that must be
explained."

       Everyone followed Whitney inside, no one quite sure what was waiting
for them but no one listening too carefully because they were too busy
staring at Whitney's soft, ivory pale skin.

       As she lead them through the foyer no one took their eyes off
Whitney's bare ass, so full, but firm and when she turned around they got
another chance to gawk at how hard her large nipples were and how her bush
was shaved into a small, perfectly trimmed furry, red diamond.  Her pussy
lips had a slight shine to them and it was clear that while there was
obviously a lot going on inside to arouse Whitney, the woman hadn't let
herself go to enjoy it yet.  The still perfectly tied up hair of hers was
enough evidence of that.

       Everyone was looking at Whitney like they wanted to be the lucky
girl to have the first go at her pussy, but she ignored those looks and
pressed on with the rules.

       "Now some of our guests are already making use of Miss Graham's
bedrooms as well as her showers and hot tub," Whitney explained.  "You are
invited to partake as well, but Miss Graham requires all her guests come to
her parlor first so she can properly greet them.  Also there are no clothes
allowed once inside the house."

       Whitney added that last part in almost as an afterthought so it
didn't quite register until a few seconds later.

       "Wait, no clothes?" Jennifer questioned.  Not that any of them
minded getting naked or anything, but it certainly was a bit strange to
suddenly hear they weren't allowed to wear clothes.

       "Yes, Miss Graham insists her guests be nude at her parties,"
Whitney said.  "You can step inside the cloak room and remove your
clothing.  Once you leave the party you can retrieve it."

       Everyone was slightly taken aback by this.  They all wanted to get
naked, but being told to do something was a completely different matter.
But before they could say anything else, an interruption walked in.  The
main door to the house flew open and a blonde woman strode in confidently,
never having even paused a moment to knock.

       "I let myself in, Whitney," Maria Bello said, stating the obvious.
"Hope that's not a problem."

       "Of course not Miss Bello," Whitney said after a making a check mark
down on her list.  "You're always welcome here."

       "Mmmmm I see Lauren's made herself some new friends," Maria grinned
as she hungrily eyed everyone.  "Yummy.  Can't wait to see you girls
inside."

       For such confident seductresses with notches on their belt from all
over the world, this was all a little much even for the girls from Malibu.
The sexual vibe was so strong and even though most of them barely knew
Maria, if at all, she was staring at them like savory pieces of meat she
was starved for.  The Oscar nominee didn't appear to have any inhibitions
left to shed and she looked ready and eager to party.

       But before Maria could get too far inside, Whitney held out a hand
to stop her.

       "Miss Bello, you know the rules," Whitney reminded the blonde
actress.  "No clothing inside the party.  No exceptions to the rule."

       "But of course, Whitney, how foolish of me to forget," Maria said,
never losing her smile Her black, sparkling dress was held up by two
spaghetti straps on her shoulders and she calmly, without any hesitation on
her part, pushed them off, sending her dress falling right to the floor and
leaving herself as nude as Whitney.

       Seeing her bare body, unencumbered by any pesky bra or panties, had
everyone giving Maria sexy looks especially at the dark patch of fur
between her legs that revealed she wasn't a natural blonde, but the cats
all had their tongues and none of them could even force out a word.

       "My heels stay on.  I want to feel someone pulling them off my
feet," Maria declared, getting Reese's heart skipping a little faster as
she pictured herself being the girl to get those sexy stilettos off Maria
and giving her surely gorgeous feet the pleasure they demanded.

       "Fair enough Miss Bello, see you inside," Whitney said.

       "Definitely," Maria agreed before leaning and proving she wasn't a
stranger here by pressing her lips to the redhead's in a wetly passionate
kiss that left a little strand of saliva on the smiling Whitney's chin as
soon as it was broken.  "See you inside Whitney.  Mmmmm see all of you
inside."

       And with that Maria walked down the hallway she was clearly very
accustomed to, wearing nothing but her heels and her smile.  Everyone
wanted to follow her right away, especially since the sight of her naked
ass was a siren's call to all of them, but Whitney still had rules to
enforce.

       "Please remove your clothing," Whitney requested, picking up Maria's
dress from the floor and neatly placing it over her arm.  "Miss Graham's
rules are very strict."

       Whitney opened the door to the cloak room and everyone collectively
shrugged their shoulders.  It wasn't like they hadn't been planning on
getting naked anyway.  So this was just moving things along a little
quicker.  There were hangers for their dresses already up and Whitney was
filled with helpful suggestions.

       "Just put your bra and panties, should you be wearing any, with your
dresses," Whitney instructed as she hung up Maria's dress.  "That way there
won't be any confusion at the end of the night when you're allowed to
redress.  And you can put your shoes under your dresses."

       There were plenty of smiles and lots of giggling as the girls
started to undress.  This was definitely going to be an experience and the
more clothing they lost, the more eager they were to really get things
started.  But there was one thing that still needed to be cleared up.

       "Excuse me Mr..." Whitney began as she approached the bodyguard.

       "Fluffy.  My name is Fluffy," he replied.

       "Very well Mr....errr Mr. Fluffy," Whitney said.  "No exceptions.
Miss Graham wants total nudity from all women at her party and all men."

       "There are guys here?" Lindsay piped up, suddenly very interested.

       "No...not yet..." Whitney answered coyly before turning the subject
back to where she wanted it.  "So please undress Mr. Fluffy."

       This had Gwen and Reese's eyes lighting up because they both had
more than seen Fluffy naked and they knew what a drool inducing sight it
was.  Gwen particularly wanted to see Fluffy stripped bare.  She wanted all
the girls to see his body and want him as much as she did, but the
bodyguard wasn't feeling particularly cooperative on that point.

       "No," Fluffy insisted.  He wasn't angry.  He was just firm on it and
not willing to concede.

       "But Mr. Fluffy, there are rules," Whitney protested, not
understanding why anyone wouldn't want to follow proper procedure.  "Miss
Graham likes her guests to be nude."

       "She's going to have to make an exception," Fluffy said calmly.
There were two reasons for his stubbornness.  First if he was in there and
he was naked he was going to have a doubly hard time protecting Christina
and as part of the bodyguard's code she had to be his first priority.  He
was worried if he did strip down he wasn't going to be able to control
himself.  Whatever was going on in there sounded wild and the last time
Fluffy had been in a situation like that he had ended up in a pile with
Gwen, Reese and Michelle.  Who knew what would happen this time.

       Second, Fluffy didn't want to be some kind of sideshow attraction in
there.  He had too much pride to be some stripped black buck to be put on
display, especially if it was only girls in there.  He had no desire to be
standing there nude as everyone gawked at him.  He was proud of his body
and he worked long hours in the gym to maintain it, but he wasn't some
piece of meat to be displayed.

       "Look, just let him stay dressed," Rose offered.  "We're getting
naked and I'm pretty sure we're the ones Lauren wants to see that way.
We're the guests.  So no one's breaking any rules."

       "Yeah Fluffy's cool," Christina insisted.  "He sees everything and
nothing."

       "Well I suppose," Whitney compromised, her voice showing more than a
touch of disappointment causing many to wonder if she had more personal
reasons for wanting to see Fluffy naked other than an adherence to the
rules.  "I'll have to see if Miss Graham approves, though."

       "Let's get in there first and then we'll see," Alyssa suggested,
eager to stop talking and start partying.

       Whitney just nodded her head and stepped back as the girls
undressed.  They weren't wearing their finest, walking the red carpet
outfits, but they were also in more than jeans and a t-shirt so they took
their time carefully removing their dresses and hanging them up neatly.  Of
course there were further delays when their hands started to get a bit
touchy feely.

       As Rose unzipped her dress and let it fall gently off her, exposing
that the only thing she had underneath was a pink g-string she suddenly
felt a pair of hands caressing her nearly naked ass cheeks.

       "Mmmmm let me help you," Love purred, her dress already gone and her
body covered only in a sexy cut of lacy red panties and a push up bra that
had her already full tits up to porn star proportions.

       Rose was perfectly happy to let Love sink to her knees and pull down
her g-string, pressing a kiss to each one of Rose's ass cheeks when she was
done.  And she was equally happy to return the favor once Love stepped back
up by kissing her lovingly while reaching around back to unsnap her
friend's bra.

       Other girls got the same ideas.  Hilary cooed in delight as Lindsay
yanked down her tiny panties with her teeth, leaving her standing there
only in a bra and heels.  Gwen and Jewel blissfully kissed as they
helpfully unzipped each other's dresses.  Jennifer moaned as Alyssa gave
her a slap to her bare ass once her dress was off for being a naughty girl
who hadn't worn any panties and then Jennifer got to pay her back when she
peeled Alyssa's tight red dress off to show she too had gone out commando.
Reese had to grab onto one of the coat racks for support when Jessica got
her out of her heels and gave her feet each a happy kiss, right on her
toes, making her whole body tingle with pleasure.

       Clothes hit the ground and moans filled the air in the cloak room as
each girl stripped completely nude, kissing and caressing each other as
much as possible during the process.  Those that had bras and panties on
were relieved of them and, unlike Maria, none of them left their shoes on.
Through it all Whitney just stared at the girls, her eyes obviously
appreciating what she saw and her pussy getting visibly wetter.

       Everyone would have loved it if the redheaded personal assistant had
let the party get started right there and then inside the cloak room.  The
girls had fucked in stranger places and no one would have been adverse to
snacking on each other's already wet pussies before they went inside the
party, especially if Whitney joined in and let them all ravish her as much
as all of them wanted to.  But the girl never made a move, not even to
touch herself, even though it was clear she desperately wanted to under her
veneer of tightly wound efficiency.

       It was a lot of fun stripping each other down, but there was much
more fun they were eager for, so when Whitney cleared her throat to get
everyone's attention the kissing, moaning and girlish giggling ceased.

       "Please allow me to show you to the parlor," Whitney offered.  "Miss
Graham is expecting you."

       Whitney didn't say another word.  She just turned around and allowed
everyone to get another great view of her naked ass as she walked out.
Everyone was nude now too, save for Fluffy, and they obediently followed
her like they were sheep to her little Bo Peep.  After such a dramatic
buildup to what was inside, everyone was dying with anticipation to see
what was going on in the parlor.

       It was a little weird for them to be walking naked through the halls
of a strange house, far from safe turf of the mansion, but there were no
further thoughts of any awkwardness when Whitney reached the closed door to
the parlor and flung it open with a dramatic flourish allowing the guests
to see everything that was going on.  Even Rose and Alyssa were amazed and
the only sounds they made were 11 stunned jaws dropping to the ground.

       It was pure all-girl debauchery going on inside Lauren's parlor.
Famous women were tangled together in all positions and each and every one
of them was gorgeous and naked from head to toe, save for Maria, who still
had her heels.  But that didn't make the blonde any less gorgeous as the
girls saw how eagerly she had thrown herself right into the fun.

       Girls were moaning and gasping and spitting out the delicious dirty
talk that was sweet music to the ladies of Malibu.  The fancily decorated
parlor had an Oriental rug covering the hard wood floor and expensive sofas
and chairs on top of it.  It was the perfect room to show off to an
interior design lover but what the girls filling the room were doing to
each while using all that expensive furniture would have caused those of
milder compositions to faint right onto the floor.

       The girls stood in the doorway still stunned by what they saw.  The
room was filled with some girls they knew and others they never would have
dreamed would be in a place like this doing the things they so visibly
enjoyed in a million years.

       It occurred to some of the girls that this had to be what it was
like for someone new to see them in Malibu for the first time, fucking each
other without inhibition and shocking the world with their slutty behavior.
Of course others were too shocked by what they saw to think of anything
other than how unbelievably hot everything was and how badly they wanted to
join in.

       Alyssa found her eyes drawn right to one of the most familiar faces
in the room.  She remembered the sizzling afternoon inside Frederick's of
Hollywood when she had watched Heather Locklear try on lingerie and ended
up seducing her, becoming the first woman to tongue her blonde friend's
pussy.

       That had been an unbelievable experience and she and Heather had
hooked up a bunch of times after that.  They hadn't seen each other in a
few months though and Alyssa could now see why.  Heather had clearly been
busy fucking other girls.

       Alyssa let out a low moan as she couldn't help but caress her naked
tits and move her hand down her body toward her heated mound as she eyed
Heather sitting up on the Oriental rug and grinding her pussy hard and fast
against Heather Graham's.

       Alyssa pushed her own fingers past her cunt lips and inside her
pinkness as she watched with rapt interest that blonde hair and the same
name wasn't all the two Heather's shared.  They clearly had an insatiable
lust for each other's sexy bodies judging from how they went at each other
with no hint of shyness or hesitation, making it evident this was far from
the first time they had done this to each other.

       "Mmmmmmmmmm ooooooooooh babyyyyyyyyyy you got me sooooooo close!"
Heather Locklear passionately cried as she scissored herself furiously
against her younger lover.  The Melrose Place icon had her hands fused to
Heather Graham's bare ass, keeping her close as they rubbed their pussies
together and cried out in pleasure.

       "Ahhhhhhhh me tooooooooo!!!" Heather Graham breathlessly agreed,
giving the same kind of squeeze to her partner's amazing ass.  "Rub me
Heather!  Fucking rub yourself hard against my dripping fucking pussy!
Mmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddd ahhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh that's so
goddamn goooooood!!!  Mmmmmmmmmmm so fucking wet!  Ooooooooooh rub all your
juices all over me baby!"

       "That's exactly what I'm gonna do!" the elder Heather moaned,
tossing her head back as pleasure rushed through her naked body when her
lover leaned down and began sucking on her tits, nursing her swollen, dark
nipples.  "Ooooooooooooooh yeahhhhhh Heatherrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!  Ahhhhhhhhhh
fuck yessssssssssss!!!  Suck those tits sweetie!  Mmmmmmmmm you nasty girl!
Suck my hot fucking tits while you grind your pretty fucking cunt against
mine!  Mmmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhh gonna mix up all our nasty juices so all
these fucking sluts can taste our pussies together all over each other!
More Heather more!  Fucking slam your pussy into mine!  AHHHHHHHHHHH
YEAHHHHHHH!!!"

       That first day, Alyssa had seen Heather go from hesitant lesbian
virgin into an eager slut, grabbing at her clothes and eating her out right
then and there when anyone and everyone in the store could hear them.  But
even she was amazed to see her friend going at it like this.  Her pussy
ached to join in.  Not only did Alyssa know how sweet Heather's juices, but
she had long hungered for a taste of Heather Graham too.

       Ever since Heather had put her good girl image to rest forever by
showing off every naked inch of her body in Boogie Nights, Alyssa had
lusted after her.  But until this day their paths had never crossed in a
way where she could have made a move.  Now she had the perfect opportunity
and as Alyssa openly fingered herself at the show in front of her she knew
she had to go for it.  If only it wasn't so hard to stop watching first.

       The others from Malibu found it just as hard to do anything but
watch.  The room pulsated with heat and the sweet perfume of girl sex
teased all their nostrils, tempting them to touch themselves and each other
as some of the most beautiful women in Hollywood fucked each other wildly
in the room.

       It was so hard to take in everything all at once with so many girls
going at each other.  Their eyes drifted from pairing to pairing, scarcely
believing all this was really happening.

       It was clear that Alyssa and Rose weren't the only WB refugees that
Lauren had invited to the party.  Right on one of the parlor's sofas, the
girls of Smallville were acting like they were trying for a show of their
own called Supersluts.  To the delight of any eyes that passed on by for a
gawk, Kristen Kreuk was naked and on all fours, getting herself happily
pounded from behind by her co-star Erica Durance who was wearing a strap on
and nothing else.

       "Take it slut!  Take my big fucking cock!" Erica grunted as she
thrust hard into Kristen, slapping her co-star's bare ass with her hand
while she fucked her.  "Mmmmm you love this don't you?  Getting your little
pink pussy stuffed with dick?  Oooooh I'm gonna fuck you so good my little
whore!  I'm gonna fuck you better than any guy ever could!"

       "Yeassssssssssssssssssss fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!  Oooooooooooh
fuck meeeeeeeeee!!!" Kristen squealed in rapture as her pussy was filled up
so nicely from behind by her friend's cock.  "Fuck my little whore pussy
Erica!  Give it the fucking it needs!  Pound it baby!  Oooooooooh give it
to me rough!  You know how much I fucking love it that way!"

       "Mmmm fuck yeah I know you love it rough!" Erica groaned as she
reached up and tugged Kristen's dark hair, yanking it back and making her
co-star and lover cry out blissfully.  "I know what a fucking dirty little
whore you are Kristen!  Always begging to get spanked and fucked and
treated like a nasty bitch slut!"

       "Ohhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmm fuck yeahhhhhhhhh!!!" Kristen gutturally
moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure.  "Treat me like a
fucking whore Erica!  Make me into your nasty fuck slut bitch baby!"

       But Kristen and Erica weren't the only girls from the show that were
on the couch getting nude and nasty.  Their blonde co-star loved the sound
of such hot, filthy words spilling out of Kristen's pretty mouth, but she
had other more pressing needs to have attended to than hearing her naughty
friend talk dirty.

       "Get back to work slut," Allison Mack, keeping her legs spread wide
as she took her turn tugging Kristen's dark locks.  But she didn't pull
them back like Erica did.  Allison pulled the brunette forward and shoved
her face right back into her drooling pink pussy.

       "OHHHHHH FUCK!!!" Allison cried in ecstasy as Kristen's tongue got
back on her swollen, pulsing clitoris.  "Fucking eat me slut!  Fucking eat
my pussy!  Oooooooooh I know how much you drool for my tight little pussy
every fucking day on that set!  Now you got it and you'd better lick me
good you nasty cum starved whore!  Eat my pussy and make me come while
Erica fucks you from behind like a fucking dog!"

       Erica, Kristen and Allison were all wantonly moaning and groaning as
they fucked each other with a passion that showed their characters all
would have been better off hooking up with each other than competing for
Clark.  Rose particularly admired how good Erica looked with her strap on,
her firm, sexy tits bouncing so enticingly as she spanked and fucked
Kristen deep and hard.  Rose always appreciated how good a strap on looked
and felt on a girl and Erica looked positively delicious with her toned,
tight ass shaking with each thrust into her co-star.

       But as Rose licked her lips and wondered how much Kristen would love
it if she had Mr. Snappy fucking her bitch ass while Erica took her cunt
and Allison continued feeding the slutty brunette her cum, Reese was still
staring right at Maria's heels.

       Mmmmm those sexy black stilettos looked so sexy on her otherwise
naked body, but as good as they looked, Reese just wanted to pull them off
and show the beautiful woman that her admiration for her went far beyond
her skill as an actress.  Reese had always thought Maria looked so
beautiful and now that she knew the blonde was into girls, she wanted her
even more, not to mention also wanting a chance at the woman Maria was
licking.

       Reese moaned and squeezed her breasts, rubbing her palms hard
against her swelling nipples as she eyed Maria kneeling down, her wet pussy
naturally spread open and her glistening lips looking so yummy as she fed
off Mariska Hargitay's splayed cunt.  Reese was a little bit shocked to see
Mariska there, but she supposed people were shocked when she did the things
she loved to do to other girls.

       What she mostly noticed was how stunning Mariska looked.  Reese had
never been much of a Law and Order fan but how could she not have noticed
Mariska after all these years of bringing her beauty to prime time?

       Maria hadn't shied away from showing her nudity off on screen and
everyone in the room had all gotten an excellent look at her bare body
before.  But this was their first look at Mariska and Reese caressed her
own body with growing passion as she studied every inch of the Emmy winner.
Mmmm beauty wasn't the only thing Mariska had inherited from her legendary
mother Jayne Mansfield and Reese couldn't stop staring at the brunette's
big, soft tits as they swung like pendulums of girl flesh while she was
being licked from behind.

       Reese had seen pictures of Jayne's legendary figure many times but
this was her first chance to see how stacked her daughter was too and she
loved how those gorgeous, full tits shook up and down.  God, where had she
been hiding those things?  Reese felt her pussy drip down her bare leg as
she pictured herself sucking on those big breasts and getting her mouth
filled with a swollen, sexy nipple as Mariska had moaned for more.

       As it was in reality, Mariska was doing plenty of moaning as Maria
leaned down on her knees and tongued her pussy from behind.  The two had
been long time friends and with that friendship came many sexy benefits,
including endless chances to lick each other's pussies dry.  But Mariska
wasn't just getting herself licked.  She also had a delicious snack of her
own to enjoy.

       Mandy Moore had had no idea what was in store for her when Lauren
had invited her over for the party.  She'd had certain expectations of
course and hopes for what she would find there, but having her pussy sucked
by someone as beautiful and skilled as Mariska Hargitay was way beyond
anything she'd dreamed of.  Mmmmm her tongue felt absolutely wonderful
between her legs.  By now Mandy had learned that nothing felt as good as a
woman's tongue on her pussy and Mariska knew just where to lick her and how
to do it right.

       Mandy and Lauren had played sisters in a movie and they had quickly
bonded on the set as both friends and lovers.  Mandy, of course, already
had plenty of experience with girls thanks to Christina and Britney's
schemes and she'd been more than willing when Lauren had put the moves on
her one night after filming had wrapped for the day.  In fact Mandy had
surprised the older woman with how into it she was and how it had taken no
coaxing whatsoever to get her between her legs licking away like a kitty
starving for cream.

       The two women had made each other come so many times that night that
they had been great friends and lovers ever since.  But until today Mandy
had no idea how many other special friends like her Lauren had and she was
planning on enjoying them all, especially Mariska.

       Mandy was so lost in pleasure, closing her eyes and whimpering while
she played with her tits and lay back on the rug, fucking herself against
Mariska's face that she didn't even notice who had recently arrived in the
parlor.  After confronting Britney and Christina in Jamaica and working
through their problems, Mandy had ended up visiting Malibu a bunch of times
after, enjoying the taste and touch of many of the girls who were staring
at her right now.

       But Mandy had no idea they where there because all she could
concentrate on was Mariska.

       "Oooooooooooh gawwwwwwwd mmmmmmmmmm oooooooh soooooo goooood!!!"
Mandy cooed, keeping her free hand on the back of Mariska's head as she
continued playing with her own tits.  "Mmmmmmm ohhhhhhh Mariskaaaaaa!!!
Lick me!  Oh Godddddddddd lick me there!  Mmmmmmmmm your tongue feels
amazing!  Ahhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssss ohhhhhhhh lick me pleeeeeeease!
Make me come in front of everyone!  Make me come all over your beautiful
face and I promise I'll lick it all off like a naughty girl who loves her
own cum!  Pleeeeeeeeease don't stop licking my pussy!  Ahhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

       Mariska was certainly eager not only to taste Mandy's sweet juices
when she came but also to have her tongue licking her own essence of her
face.  That sounded so hot and Mariska ground herself harder against
Maria's face, feeding her more of her pussy as she thought of Mandy's sexy,
wet tongue licking at her cum coated face.

       Mariska had been a teenager when she'd first discovered her
attraction to women and even then she hadn't been afraid to act on it.  But
she hadn't gone for any of her friends.  She'd gone after more mature
women, like the gorgeous art teacher at her high school who had first
showed her that the pleasure of a woman's tongue was even better than her
fantasies had built it up to be.  Mariska hadn't wanted inexperienced girls
fumbling around with their first kisses.  She'd wanted women who knew what
they were doing.

       That hadn't changed as she'd gone older.  She'd never been one for
ingénues or flavor of the month sluts who if you blinked were gone in a
second.  When she had been on ER it had been Julianna Margulies, Sherry
Stringfeld and Laura Innes' beds she'd been eager to crawl into not any of
the young guest stars who had come through the set during her stint on the
show.  And even though Law and Order had seen a bevy of beautiful girls
appear through the years, the woman Mariska had been the most eager to have
her way with had been Connie Nielsen and mmmmmmmm it had been such a
delicious night when she had finally gotten the gorgeous German girl into a
69 with her.

       Maria was the same way.  She wasn't some little slut faking it
because she thought that was how you got ahead.  She was a mature woman who
knew what she wanted and Mariska loved that about her.  But even though
Mandy certainly had a lot of growing up left to do, Mariska couldn't resist
her.  She was so gorgeous and eager, showing no shyness or any reservations
about being with women.

       After all the times they'd been together, Mariska knew she shouldn't
have been surprised that Lauren would only have the sexiest, wildest girls
at her party, but she was still happily taken aback to see how into this
Mandy was and how good her pussy tasted.  Her young juices were already
soaking her tongue and Mariska knew it wouldn't be long before she tasted
her cream.

       Maria could see how into Mandy her friend was and she loved the
sight of Mariska bent over naked to feed off the pop singer turned actress.
Mmmm it gave her the perfect chance to get her hands all over Mariska's
beautiful ass, caressing her soft, sexy cheeks as she craned her head to
get a look at the brunette's bouncing tits, swaying hypnotically as she fed
off Mandy.

       Maria didn't care if it was shallow.  She liked big tits.  Were her
and 20 million breast loving men wrong?  She didn't think so.  She loved
how soft big tits were and how they bounced and jiggled for her when she
was fucking a busty woman.  And she especially loved Mariska's pair.  They
were stunning and any time Maria got a chance to admire them in their
bouncing glory she didn't miss it.

       And now Maria felt doubly blessed because not only did she have
Mariska there to play with, she also had Mandy and her gorgeous pair of
tits too.  Maria was already hungry for a chance to suck those soft young
melons into her mouth, caressing every inch of them with her hands as she
latched onto the young actress' nipples and made her writhe and moan.

       But as much as Maria enjoyed tits, she loved pussy even more and
nothing was going to get her away from her friend's wetness.  Maria had her
hands resting quite comfortably on Mariska's ass and she pushed her tongue
back inside, lapping at her friend's juices and greedily gulping them down
as Mariska exclaimed her pleasure in pussy muffled cries.

       "You like that?" Maria couldn't resist carnally teasing Mariska, her
sexy voice on maximum husk.  "You like licking that pretty young pussy?
How's it taste honey?  Is she nice and sweet for you?"

       "Ooooooooooooh fuck you know I love it," Mariska replied, Mandy's
touch on the back of her head far too light to keep her from popping up and
showing off how her lips and chin glistened with girl.  "She tastes so
fucking sweet!  You're gonna love licking her!  Mmmm but you've got to fuck
me first!  C'mon Maria!  Don't stop working that tongue on me!  Give it to
me good like you always do!  Oooooooooh make my pussy fucking burst with
juice!"

       "Mmmmm yummy, anything you want," Maria grinned before pushing her
face back into Mariska's pussy, tonguing her furiously from behind.  She
loved the taste of girls and Mariska's rich flavor never let her down.
Maria tongue fucked her friend hard, wondering if anyone was watching her
and hoping they were.

       Of course with no eyes in the back of her head, Maria had no idea
that Reese was watching her rather intently, rubbing her naked body
everywhere she could reach as the rest of her friends gawked away at the
room full of beauties.  There was so much to see and so much to lust for,
with one bold, accented voice particularly drawing attention from Love.

       Love had lost track of how many times she'd seen Titanic.  She'd
watched it again and again, loving it a little bit more each time and
crying right on cue with every viewing.  But the epic romance wasn't the
only reason she loved the movie and she wasn't shy to admit that Kate
Winslet's nude scene always helped the three hour running time go down
easier.  And now Love could see that Kate's flesh on screen had nothing on
how good she looked right there in person.

       "Oooooooooooh mmmmmmmm you dirty little pussy licker gimmie all that
tongue!" Kate greedily moaned as she sat back in one of Lauren's chairs,
her legs slung over the sides of the chair and her pussy wide open end
exposed for the hungry female tongue buried inside her.

       Love couldn't see who it was who was licking Kate except for the
fact that she was a brunette.  Love wished she was the one kneeling between
Kate's legs.  She wanted to show the beautiful English woman how beautiful
she thought she was and how good she could make her feel with her tongue.

       Love didn't usually get jealous, especially at orgies since there
was plenty of pussy to go around, but right now all she wanted to do was
shove this other girl out of the way so she could get a taste of Kate
Winslet's surely delicious pussy.

       But Love stayed where she was, not giving into her evil instinct and
instead watching lustfully as this mystery brunette feasted on Kate's
womanhood.  Kate's soft tits jiggled so enticingly as the redhead gripped
onto the arms of the chair with such force that it seemed like she could
snap them off.  She clearly loved what this woman was doing to her and her
whole body shook, making the chair rock back and forth on the rug as she
fucked her lover's face.

       "Mmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhh yesssssssss ohhhhhh Godddddddd I had no idea you
could ever be this good!" Kate cried.  "Ohhhhhhhhh you filthy little whore!
Tongue my fucking wet cunt!  Ooooooooooh yessssssssss that tongue is just
lovely, darling!  Mmmm yessssssssssss allllll the way up my pussy!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssss lick that clit you sweet slut!  Mmmmmmmm you must
be fucking starving for my pussy!  Filthy little girl!  Mmmmmmmmm get up
here and kiss me!  I want to taste my own fucking juice all over your
pretty lips!"

       Kate's wish was certainly a command to her equally nude lover and
the young brunette rose up from her knees to press her body to Kate's and
indulge in a kiss with the horny Brit.  This exposed her identity to Love
and her eyes widened in slight surprise when she saw who it was.  Love's
pussy got even wetter at the sight of Christina Ricci tongue kissing Kate
Winslet.

       Christina was one of the rare girls to make it through Hollywood as
a child star relatively unscathed or at least without an arrest record
before the age of 18.  Love had always been impressed with her ability as
an actress and with her body.

       Besides sharing a name, Christina was a lot like Christina Aguilera,
with a body that was short but busty.  Her curves were in all the right
places and for someone who had battled eating disorders so publicly, Love
found her gorgeous standing there nude with Kate's essence all over her
face and her eyes gazed on downward to the gorgeous pink cheeks of
Christina's bare ass.

       Love no longer felt jealous of Christina.  In fact, now she wanted
to join her.  She wanted to get over there to kiss the former child star
and taste Kate's pussy all over her lips and tongue.  She wanted to feel
Christina's tits pressing to hers and she wanted to place a big kiss right
on the tattoo that made Christina's right breast so distinctive.  Love then
wanted to kneel with her fellow brunette so they could tongue Kate together
and share her cream.

       But Love didn't move.  If this had been at the mansion she would
have gone right for it.  But that was her home and her rules.  This was
Lauren's place and Love didn't know if they had to ask permission or be
invited or what.  There seemed to be a lot of rules here and Love didn't
want to break any of them.  So she hesitated and instead watched Christina
and Kate enjoy their long, wet tongue kiss.

       "Mmmmm I taste absolutely delicious," Kate moaned with a happy smile
when she and Christina broke for air.  Kate licked her lips free of her own
essence and sensuously ground her naked body into the chair as pleasure
made her spine tingle.

       "Tell me something I don't know," Christina said, returning the
smile.  "Now how about you let me get back to licking you.  I want your cum
filling my belly and I know you want my tongue back inside that tight
little pussy of yours."

       "No one's stopping you," Kate replied, pressing down on Christina's
head.  "Get down there and lick me.  Mmmm show me everything you can do
with that filthy tongue of yours Christina."

       Christina didn't hesitate to return to her knees and press herself
back to Kate's juicy pussy.  The brunette pressed her lips right to her new
friend's leaking slit and slurped her delicious essence into her mouth,
loving how it flowed down her throat to her waiting tummy like honey.  Now
this was the kind of holiday treat she loved to indulge in and as her smile
beamed, Christina let her tongue slide back out to lash at Kate's flared
pussy lips and then dive back inside to get at all her pink goodness.

       Kate moaned loudly and profanely once again as she told Christina
exactly what she wanted done to her pussy and how to do it.  Hearing her
dirty words in her sexy accent had Love grinding herself against Jewel, who
moaned and turned around to kiss the actress, mashing their naked tits
together as they sought some relief from the sexual heat their bodies were
generating as they watched everyone go at each other.

       Having all these girls around fucking each other wildly was making
it harder and harder to just stand there and many just started kissing and
touching each other.  Christina moaned and closed her eyes as Jessica began
kissing her neck from behind, toying with her pierced nipple just how the
singer liked it while rubbing her wet pussy against Christina's bare ass,
leaving her cheek shiny with her juice.

       Meanwhile, Rose hands left her own tits to play with Gwen'.  She
tugged on her nipples while they kissed, making the singer's long legs
wobbly as she moaned from Rose's hot touch.

       Alyssa and Reese began kissing as well, while each of them keeping
an eye on the action out of the corner of their eyes.  They made out and
suddenly felt a third pair of lips pushing into their kiss.  They broke
just long enough to welcome Jennifer in and the trio of beautiful girls
kissed each other, trading saliva and massaging each other's tongues while
they caressed all the nude flesh they could get their hands on.

       Hilary and Lindsay were about to start doing the same to each other,
their young pussies aching with the need for satisfaction, when suddenly
something caught Lindsay's eye that demanded attention.

       "Oh my God!  Amy?" Lindsay gasped, unable to believe what she saw.

       "Huh?" Hilary wondered, expecting a kiss and instead ending up with
her friend pulling away.

       "It's Amy!  Over there Hil," Lindsay said wondering if she'd gone
nuts or something because what she was seeing couldn't be real.  She
couldn't be looking at Amy Poehler naked on her hands and knees on the rug
getting her ass licked and obviously loving every second of it.

       "Who?" Hilary asked before recognizing who the woman was and why
this had Lindsay so amazed.  Amy was best known as Saturday Night Live's
resident wacky blonde but she'd also co-starred in Mean Girls with Lindsay
and Hilary knew her friend considered the woman something of a mentor.

       Hilary watched SNL whenever she could and Amy always made her laugh
but there was nothing funny about what was happening now.  The only feeling
Hilary had was arousal from watching a sexy blonde pixie like Amy nude and
getting her sexy ass licked.  She hoped Lindsay felt the same way she did
because she really wanted to join in.

       "Ooooooooooooh mmmmmmmmmm fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Amy groaned blissfully,
her eyes closed as pleasure rushed through her.  "Mmmmm goddamn it that
feels so fucking gooooooood!!!  Oooooooooh no one licks my ass like you do
baby!  Ohhhhhhh I miss that tongue so fucking much when I can't see you!
Mmmmmmm fucking eat my ass and make me come!  No one can do it like you
can!  Ohhhhhhh no one can make me feel as good!!!"

       The more she got over the shock of seeing the woman she considered a
friend sluttily giving up her asshole to be tongued, the more Lindsay began
to lust for the blonde.  Once she'd been seduced and shown the wonders of
women, Lindsay had thought about just about every hot girl she knew and had
fantasized about what it would be like to fuck them.  That list had
certainly included Amy but Lindsay had never dreamed she'd have anything
resembling a real chance at her.

       There was just something about the way she so frequently made fun of
slutty behavior that had made Lindsay think that Amy never let her
inhibitions go and get all nasty and naughty.  But those misconceptions
were being set aside forever with every hot moan and dirty word from Amy's
lips about how much she loved getting her ass eaten.

       Now Lindsay wanted to know who it was who was licking Amy like she
was.  Since her face was buried in Amy's ass cheeks from behind it was hard
to tell and Lindsay felt a little shy about getting a better look.

       She didn't know why she felt that way.  After all her first time
with a woman had been in an orgy and she'd been to the mansion so many
times after that for all kinds of fun, naked parties.  But seeing so many
beautiful older women go at each other made her feel a little inexperienced
and robbed her of the confidence she needed to get out there and show
herself off.

       That shyness didn't stop Lindsay from staring, though, at the
moaning, quivering Amy and trying to get a better look at who was licking
her, which distracted her from pretty much everything else, including what
was going on next to Amy on the couch.  Erica wasn't the only girl at the
party who had a strap on around her waist and on the couch was a scene that
would have made any Grey's Anatomy fan mind explode from shock.

       "That's it...mmmmm suck that cock girl," Sara Ramirez groaned as she
caressed her large tits, fondling the naked mounds while Katherine Heigl
shyly bent down between her legs and gave a blow job to her strap on.
"Ooooooh that's it baby.  Get it nice and wet! Get your spit all over it so
it'll be nice and slippery for me to fuck you with it!  Mmmm that's what
you want, isn't it?  To be fucked like a real woman should.  To have your
too tight pussy spread open by another woman with a cock that will never go
soft!"

       "I...I...ummmm...uhhhh...I...uhhhh...gawwwwwd I guess so...yes,"
Katherine stammered when she pulled up.  Unlike all the other girls there
who had no reservations about anything they were doing, Katherine's face
was covered in uncertainty.

       "You guess so?  You guess so?  No no no honey, you gotta want this
cock," Sara chastised, wrapping her hand around the lubed up shaft and
stroking it.  "You gotta want to be fucked!  You do want it, don't you?
Mmmmmmmm this wet, little pussy of yours says you want it bad you bad
blonde slut."

       Sara reached right for Katherine's pussy, shoving her hand between
her co-star's legs and rubbing her, making the blonde shudder in arousal
and moan.

       "Oh yeahhh you're nice and wet for my cock," Sara grinned, licking
her lips.  "You want this so fucking bad, just because you're too scared to
admit it doesn't make your pretty blonde pussy want my thick cock inside
any less.  You want it deep.  Mmmm you want it hard.  You want it now!"

       As Sara said this she grabbed onto Katherine's tits, squeezing the
large mounds and making the woman moan even louder.  Her pussy was starting
to drip down her leg from arousal and as much as Katherine's brain wanted
to pretend she didn't want this, the other parts of her body were betraying
her.  She began to murmur under her breath as she moaned.

       "What was that?" Sara purred.  "I can't hear you."

       "Fuck me...please," Katherine softly gasped, unable to stop the
words from passing her lips.

       "Louder," Sara commanded, delighting in the control she had over her
cover girl castmate as she squeezed the blonde's tits harder.  "Say it like
you fucking mean it Katherine!"

       "Fuck me!" Katherine spat out in a desperate gasp, her head spinning
as she said it.  "Ooooooooooh fuck me Sara!  Fuck my blonde bitch pussy and
make me your little slut again!  Gawwwwwwwwd!  I can't believe I'm fucking
letting you do this to me but you always make it feel so goooooood!!!"

       Katherine's lips were then silenced with a sexy, wet kiss from Sara.
As much as part of her wanted to resist, Katherine closed her eyes and
returned the kiss, opening her mouth to slide her tongue out so she could
massage Sara's.  The two co-stars passionately French kissed each other and
Sara soon grabbed Katherine's hands and put them right on her breasts.

       "Play with them," Sara commanded in between kisses.  "You can't just
lie there and get fucked this time Katherine.  Play with my body.  I wanna
feel you squeeze my big tits!  Mmmmmmm get your hands all over my titties!
Slap my big titties and make them bounce!  I know you wanna see it!  I love
seeing your big titties bounce Katherine and you're just like me!  You're a
pussy hungry whore for girl sex just like me so don't pretend you're not!"

       "I won't," Katherine meekly promised, her voice soft even as her
pussy drooled horny juice past her lips and her desire for her gorgeous
Latina co-star grew.  "I'm a slut!  I'm your slut Sara!  Your pussy hungry
whore!  Mmmmm gawwwwwwwd I love your big tits!  Mmmmm they're sooo soft and
yummy!"

       Katherine felt herself completely giving into the desires raging
inside her like the dam she had built inside herself to block her lust for
other women had been broken through by the mighty river.  She slapped
Sara's tits, just like she'd been asked, and made the full mounds of girl
flesh bounce and jiggle on her co-star's chest.

       But Katherine didn't play with them like that for long.  She lusted
for them too much to keep on slapping and she couldn't stop herself from
leaning down to suck on them, latching her lips to Sara's thick nipple and
making it swell up even more between her lips.

       "Mmmmm good girl...good little chica," Sara moaned before lapsing
into a few words of her native Spanish, something she always did when one
of her lovers made her feel especially good.

       "Suck my tits," Sara urged, snapping back to English.  "Mmmmm suck
my big titties!  Good little girl!  Suck mommy's nipple you blonde slut!  I
know how much you love your mamacita's big boobs!  Suck them just like
that!  Mmmmm suck them good and I'll do it right back to your big titties
while I let you ride my cock!  Mmmmmm yeahhhhh you like that, Katherine.  I
know you do.  I know you love riding my big cock and having your tits slap
my face!  Nasty girl!  Oooooooh you're gonna get it all tonight baby!"

       Katherine just moaned and sucked harder on Sara's swollen nipple,
running her tongue all over the tanned tip of her breast and making herself
even wetter.  She tried to stop herself from doing this.  She tried to tell
herself she was engaged and she had to be good and faithful to her fiancée.
But she couldn't help it.

       It had to be the alcohol.  That's what it was!  That's why she was
cheating and acting like a dyke.  She wasn't a lesbian.  She was just
drunk.  Just like she was the last time she had done this with Sara.  And
the time before that.  And the time before that.  And the time before
that...

       As Katherine sucked passionately on Sara's tits, her saliva drooling
down over the curves of Sara's brown flesh onto her stomach, the two
co-stars had an audience and it wasn't just the recently arrived guest from
Malibu.  It was the girl who had just walked into the parlor from the
shower upstairs, her hair still damp from the water but the rest of her
body completely dry.

       Piper Perabo