Ok, so I'm a few weeks behind schedule with releasing this bundle of goodies, but I have been told by someone that read this thing that it was worth the wait. I certainly hope that's true and that none of you are about to string me up for making you wait for substandard porn.
Before we get to the assorted smutty goodness that's in this chapter, let's recap where we left things off. Sarah, after promising to marry her Freddie when she got back (booooooy) left for New York to film a movie and have some horny adventures with Jennifer at her side (yayyyyyyy). Jennifer, still feeling the pain of separating from Brad, was looking for any form of escapism and was happy to be Sarah's travel partner. Rose, seeing that the evil psycho bitch Jaime was getting a little too close to Love, took her slutty housemate on a road trip, driving cross country to join Sarah, Jennifer and, ultimately, Jewel, who began a small tour. This left Alyssa all alone with her new roommates, Britney and Christina, who were only too happy to act as housesitters. The only problem being that Alyssa and Britney can't be within 10 feet of each other without baring their claws. While all this was going on, next door Waldo, Franklin and Delbert found themselves under pressure to rejoin the CIA for one last mission while they kept a wary eye out for the revenge minded Brandon. There was a lot of girl on girl sex thrown in their too, but if you want to find out about all that then you need to go back and read it yourself, preferably at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/stargazerz/
As you can see this chapter is extremely long, in fact it's so long I had to divide it into two parts for your enjoyment. But don't get used to that. There won't be 300 pages of porn in every chapter. I'd die before I got to the end. But I hope you enjoy the backbreaking, exhausting hours of thinking up nasty words for you to read and if you do for the love of God send me feedback at KMB2476@aol.com It takes a lot of work to put this in and you guys are all great about letting me know how much you appreciate it, so keep it up please. It does an author good to know how much people like their work.
Thanks again, as usual, to the steady editing eyes and suggestions of KayJay and Ghoulardi as they edited this thing and tried to catch my many misspellings. If they missed some, don't blame me...blame them.
Now for the warnings. If you're under 18 then you shouldn't be reading this stuff. Pornography is damaging to minors, so if you are one then you need to repress those urges you're feeling and channel them into unquestioned loyalty and obedience to the greatest country in the world. The country needs your support at a time like this. The riches from those oil fields in Iraq aren't going to line the pockets of the rich, white elite without you. But I've gotten off the subject. Like I was saying...if you're under 18, don't read this smut. Also this story is entirely fictional. It's not true. It's just the byproduct of too much porn and too much US Magazine.
Ok...now it's story time...Oh and for your information the girls will no longer be French kissing...they will be Freedom kissing and Michelle the maid is now going to be a steadfast and loyal British citizen and not a traitorous, Saddam loving French girl. It's just better that way.
Wait never mind...that's stupid...Enjoy the story...
The Harem Episode 12 "Closing Walls and Ticking Clocks" By KMB
It was with a start that Sarah awoke. Usually she was the type to gently stir into consciousness, but this morning she shot right up out of sleep. She was filled with the panic of not knowing where she was, but that passed quickly. Her breathing relaxed and she remembered she was in her hotel in New York City.
As her eyes cleared up from a night of sleep, Sarah looked over to the clock on the side of the bed. It blinked the oppressive early time of 6:30 and Sarah sighed. She hated getting up this early, but it wasn't like she had a choice. It wouldn't do for the star of the movie to not be at the set by 8:00 a.m. as had been specifically requested by the director in his own peculiar way. However, Sarah couldn't resist the temptation to squeeze an extra 15 minutes of rest and she fell back to her pillow, rolling over to place an arm over her companion. When she did that though, Sarah found nothing and she sat up again to confirm that she was in an empty bed.
Where was Jen? Had she gone back to her room? Why hadn't she woken her up in the night and said she was going? Was something wrong?
The answer to all of Sarah's questions was easily answered by the sudden gust of cool air that floated into the room. Sarah wrapped the blankets around her naked body and shivered, but at least she had her answer. Sarah hopped out of bed, pushed her feet into her slippers, wrapped a quilt around her body and walked out to the room's balcony. Jennifer was out there enjoying the early morning view of New York, but that wasn't the only thing she was doing and Sarah shook her head in frustration.
"I thought you said you were going to quit," Sarah gently chastised as Jennifer took a puff on her cigarette and blushed.
"Sorry...I'm trying...I'm trying really hard..." Jennifer explained. "But I got up this morning and I just...you know...needed one."
"Excuses...excuses...excuses..." Sarah said, reaching over for the cancer stick and pulling it from Jennifer's mouth. Sarah loved Jennifer, but this was the one thing about her that drove her crazy. Sarah was a vehement anti-smoker and she was dedicated to getting Jennifer to kick the habit once and for all. Crushing the cigarette into the balcony ledge, Sarah extinguished its toxic fumes.
"You're mean," Jennifer pouted with a smile. She knew Sarah was just looking out for her. She was hardly the first person to tell her to quit and it wasn't like Jennifer didn't already know the risks. It was just that cigarettes were soooooooooooo good. They never failed to soothe nerves and enhance moments.
"Just saving you from having to be the recipient of an unproven lung transplant procedure," Sarah said hugging her housemate and kissing her lips briefly before pulling away. "Now you need to have a breath mint or brush your teeth or something before you get anything more from me."
Not wanting to get into this argument so early in the morning, Jennifer did as she was told. She zipped into the bathroom to brush away her nicotine breath. She and Sarah usually shared a house, but now that were pretty much sharing a room, they had all sorts of opportunities to annoy each other with their little quirks and habits. Jennifer knew Sarah hated her smoking so she tried to do it when she wasn't around. She had hoped to sneak a quick one in this morning, but she had been caught.
It wasn't like she had been dying for a cigarette. She had been doing a pretty good job cutting back, but this morning she had woken up and started feeling wistful. Jennifer had begun thinking about how the last time she had been in New York she had been there with Brad. Now she was here and he was still God knows where. It made her miss him even worse than normal and a cigarette had seemed like a good way to feel better. Fortunately, there were other ways to feel better and Jennifer saw that in the flesh when Sarah greeted her back on the balcony with a proper good morning kiss.
"Much better," Sarah smiled after tasting nothing but minty freshness on Jennifer's breath.
"Happy you approve," Jennifer replied. "But if I'm going to stop smoking then you have to stop hogging all the blankets every night."
"I so do not do that!" Sarah playfully protested.
"Whatever," Jennifer smiled back. "Next time you do that, you're gonna get the icy feet of death on you."
"Ooooh I'm scared," Sarah mocked.
"You should be," Jennifer said before she and Sarah got back to some serious kissing. They made quite a sight. Two famous women were making out on a hotel balcony. but at this hour only the birds were watching.
Since they had arrived in New York, Sarah and Jennifer had unofficially been sharing a bed. Sure they had two rooms, but that was just to allay suspicious minds. They were there as a couple and were doing all the fun naked things couples in lust do. They were finding new places to touch each other and loving every second of it. Cigarettes and hogging blankets weren't important...this was. But Jennifer had one concern she felt she needed to talk to Sarah about.
"Sarah...you had another nightmare last night, didn't you?" Jennifer asked, hugging the slayer tightly in her arms. Sarah faced out toward the view of the city and Jennifer settled in behind her, playing with her blonde hair.
Sarah didn't say anything. She just nodded. In the aftermath of Rick's attack, Sarah had been having trouble sleeping and nightmares that haunted her dreams. It wasn't like this was an every day thing, but it wasn't fun when it happened. Some times Sarah slept like a baby and other times she was afraid to close her eyes for fear of what her subconscious would conjure for her.
Last night Sarah had awoken with a gasp. Her body had been covered in sweat and the healed wounds on her body ached as if Rick's knife was still cutting her. The scars had begun to fade, but at times like that, the wounds felt as fresh as ever. Sarah had wondered if Jennifer had heard her. Now she knew.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jennifer asked.
"No," Sarah said softly. The hospital had asked her to see a psychiatrist for possible post-traumatic stress and Sarah had reluctantly gone a few times. She hadn't liked it though, and she was happy to leave the shrink behind in L.A. Sarah didn't want to shut Jennifer out, but she also didn't want to burden her. She felt as if she could fight her way through these things. They were just nightmares. Nothing more.
"You can if you want to, you know," Jennifer replied gently. She didn't want to push too much. "I'm here for you."
"I know you are Jen," Sarah sighed. "And I appreciate that so much. But really, it's ok. I'm fine. Don't worry."
Of course, Jennifer did worry. It was in her nature to do that, especially when one of her friends was in trouble. With Brad off trying to get his head straightened out, the girls were all Jennifer had.
Sarah was now definitely in the mood to change the subject. This was the last thing she wanted to focus on.
"So Jen, I've got to be on the set soon," Sarah began. "And I was thinking you might be able to help me out."
"Oh? And how can I do that?" Jennifer inquired.
"By getting in the shower with me and washing my back...you know to save time..." Sarah suggested with a bright smile on her face as she turned to face her lover.
"Just to save time, huh?" Jennifer teased. "Not for anything else, right?"
"Well maybe for something else..." Sarah grinned, taking Jennifer's hand and leading her back inside the suite and toward the shower. "You'll just have to come and see what that is..."
A coast away it was still the middle of the night and while many people were getting their needed rest, there were others who weren't about to sleep their night away. Christina had always thought that she could catch up on her sleep during the day. Nothing ever went on then. The nights were for fun and the nights belonged to her. Normally when she felt restless like this she'd be burning off her energy at some club or spending some naked time with a well hung stud or a big titted slut. Tonight she wasn't doing that. She was standing by her window and looking out at the ocean as it crashed against the sand of the beach.
It was so relaxing and peaceful to watch the ocean hit the shore over and over again, leaving behind only white, foamy residue behind as a reminder. The moon was full so the beach was lit up with a beautiful lunar glow that Christina found to be endlessly fascinating. She just stared out the window at the ocean and let the waves relax her.
Christina took on a lot of stress each day and there were only so many champagne glasses she could shatter to make herself feel better. It was hard work being Xtina and with everyone near a microphone calling her a whore and a skank she needed ways to chill and there wasn't a better place than here. Christina was here for the seemingly endless bouts of lesbian sex that went on in the walls of this Malibu mansion but what she was looking at was an added bonus.
Watching those waves made Christina wish she was lying naked on the sand as the water covered and caressed her nude body. That would have felt so awesome but Christina supposed she should do it in the morning when the water and sand would be warmer. The waves were so peaceful and Christina was content to watch as she listened to the soft breathing that filled the room.
Knowing that breathing came from a sleeping Britney Spears and knowing that she had been the one that had fucked her into dreamland filled Christina with a very tingly form of satisfaction. She had never thought Britney would be someone she could share all this with, but there she was, naked under the covers of the bed they had shared for the last few days.
When Rose had offered Christina the chance to help watch over the house while she and Love had taken off on a road trip, Christina thought she had died and gone to heaven. Having Britney there made it even better. Not only was the pop princess insatiable when it came to sex, but Christina found her bubbly, willing nature a perfect compliment to her own carnality. Whenever Christina felt herself get horny she knew Britney would be there with an eager tongue and that was such a rush.
This place was everything Christina wanted. It was a place where she could go off and be herself and not have to worry about what the public thought about Xtina. She could go here and indulge in all the little impulses that made her pussy tingle 24/7. It had only been a few days since she had begun crashing here with Britney and Christina hadn't even started on the list of things she wanted to do.
But for once Christina's thoughts weren't just on the sex she wanted. They were on the bigger picture and they were focused on something Britney had said the other day. Christina had been complaining about the hoops her label was making her jump through. She hated being something she wasn't and she felt as if her label wanted her to be someone else and not Xtina. She was who she was and she wasn't going to change for a bunch of suits at her label. So Britney had said that they might as well go off and form their own label.
Christina had shrugged it off at the time, but the more she thought about it, the more the idea started to sound good to her. She'd have all the freedom she'd ever dreamed about artistically...and more. No longer would she be busting her ass to see money flow into someone else's pocket. She'd be able to say what she wanted and do what she wanted without any little PR jerk clicking her tongue and holding her back. She'd be running everything.
It was a risk, but what was life without risk? Christina didn't mind admitting the fact that she liked the idea of all the power that would come with running a label. Her mind buzzed with the possibility of hiring a staff and the special interviews she would be able to conduct. Christina even began wondering if it would be possible to run a clothing optional office.
Every time she told herself that she wouldn't be able to pull it off, Christina came up with three reasons why she wanted to try. She knew there'd be a lot of people rooting for her to fail, but that was always the case and being able to rub her success in their faces would make it even sweeter. Christina knew Britney would go along with her if she suggested it. That girl was so easy to convince, but that was part of what Christina liked so much about Britney.
Christina pulled herself away from the window and walked over to the bed. She smiled as she looked at Britney's angelic face, her eyes closed as her chest rose and fell under the sheets. Christina totally wanted to ravish Britney right there and then. She wanted to tug down the sheets and feast on her friend's sweet pussy, but Christina decided to let Britney sleep. Unlike Christina, Britney didn't have the stamina to go all night. The girl needed her energy so Christina decided to wait until morning to help herself to some pop star poontang.
Reaching down to play with Britney's hair while she slept, Christina tried to decide what to do with herself. She wasn't tired in the least so the thought of joining Britney in slumber was rejected. She thought about waking Alyssa, but that girl could be so grumpy when she was in a bad mood.
Christina wished the other girls were here. If Rose had been around, Christina knew she could have gotten herself some sex. But the girls were scattered around the country and right now it was just her, Britney and Alyssa there. Casting an eye out the window again, Christina decided to take a little walk on the beach and get some air.
She thought about throwing some clothes on or at least grabbing a robe, but Christina decided not to bother. She loved being naked and didn't mind showing her body off to the night sky. Maybe she'd run into some hunky night surfer or something and give him a thrill.
Leaving her clothes behind, Christina walked out of the quiet mansion and into the night air. As soon as she walked out she shivered in delight at the contact of the cool night against her bare skin. It was cold, but wonderful. Every inch of her flesh felt tingly and alive. Christina loved it and promised herself more late night walks like this in the future as she wandered down toward the beach. She walked down the pathway and actually slipped and took a tumble on the sand. She landed with a soft thwump on the sand and laughed at herself for losing her balance. Good thing no one had seen that.
Christina got herself closer and closer to the water as it crashed against the shore. She knew it was going to be cold and began giggling to herself as she dipped her toes in the water and felt the shivers it created. She dipped her toes in again and again, trying to see if she could pull back before the waves hit her and basically playing on the beach like she was a kid again. She burrowed her toes in the sand and let the water wash them clean, laughing the whole time. She felt totally free and inhibitionless then...like a water nymph and she wandered into the ocean, gasping at the temperature but loving the goosebumps it created on her bare skin.
Not giving a damn how the salt water was going to fuck up her hair, Christina began swimming in the ocean, letting the water envelop her before popping out with a happy smile. She frolicked in the ocean for minutes that felt like wonderful hours. When she finally tired of it she just set herself down on the sand and stared out into the deep, dark sea. She wondered if there was someone at the other end doing the same thing. She wondered if that person had heard of her. She wondered if they would have liked knowing there was a skinny dipping superstar at the other end of the world.
Before Christina could develop any more deep thoughts she began to notice something in the air. Before all she could smell was the salt of the ocean, but now her nostrils picked up something else. The sweet smell was familiar to her and her nose was well trained to pick it up. Christina got up off the sand and began following it. She didn't know where it was coming from, but she knew she wanted some.
Inside their humble little abode, Waldo, Delbert and Franklin were passing around some of their product and debating the important issues of life.
"So what would you rather have?" Waldo asked as he took a toke. "The dark side of the Force or the ring of power?"
"The ring of power does give you control over all the lands of Middle Earth," Franklin pointed out as he took his turn. "I mean if you're looking for power, a ring that allows you to lay waste to an entire planet is something you'd want to have."
"Ahhh but yet, the Force allows a person to control the minds of the weak," Waldo contended.
"Yeah, plus there's that cool choking thing," Delbert added. "I mean if you really want to get someone...that choking thing can't be beat. Plus the Force has a universal application. I mean we don't even know if the ring would even work outside of Middle Earth. The Force is tried and tested on all planets."
The other boys stroked their chins and murmured in agreement. Suddenly there was a knocking at the door.
"It's the DEA!" Franklin gasped.
"PANIC!!!" Delbert cried out.
"No! No! The DEA doesn't knock!" Waldo pointed out. "They just bash the door in. It's got to be someone else."
"Brandon..." Franklin surmised, the name of their nemesis sending a chill through the room.
"We'd better check it out," Waldo stated. "One of us needs to answer the door and find out what's going on. Who should it be?"
"Delbert," Franklin decided.
"Delbert," Waldo agreed.
"Wal-DAMN!!!" Delbert muttered as he realized he had been outvoted again. He picked himself up from the floor and slowly and slyly made his way toward the door as Waldo and Franklin got their guards up. They had no idea what was on the other end of the door. It could have been hostile. It could have been mostly harmless. It could have been anything. Delbert found his hand trembling as he undid the locks and reached for the door, but he managed to steady himself as he grasped the knob. He opened the door and suddenly found himself face to face with their visitor.
"Hi!" Christina said cheerfully. "You guys got some smoke for me too?"
Staring at the undressed vision before him Delbert could respond only one way.
"Guys! There's a naked girl here to see us!" Delbert declared as he opened the door for Christina to walk inside.
"Interesting place you got here," Christina said, throwing herself down in one of their hammocks and totally making herself at home. "So who does a girl have to suck off around here to get a burn going?"
Waldo, Franklin and Delbert were too frozen to where they stood to do anything but stare at Christina. Her piercings glistened from the water that still covered her skin and the light of the room. She just lay back in the hammock, making no attempt to cover herself or even close her legs a little. In a word the boys were terrified.
"Excuse me?" Waldo asked.
"I smelled your smoke," Christina grinned, loving the power she held over them. "I wanted to get me some of that. So what do I gotta do?"
Franklin was the last one holding so he reached over and handed it to Christina. The singer gratefully accepted and took a deep toke. She didn't do this too often because of her voice, but when she did it was goooooooooood.
"Mmmmm tasty," Christina giggled as she inhaled the drug. "Your own private stash? Or are you guys dealing?"
"Dealing," Waldo, Franklin and Delbert all answered simultaneously, causing Christina to giggle again. Man this shit was potent. Whatever was in it was good. She would have to remind herself to buy a little bit of this herb for her friends too. Too bad she hadn't found these guys before Christmas. This shit would have made for an excellent stocking stuffer.
Christina took another toke and regarded the three boys who stared at her so deeply. She knew they couldn't take her eyes off her body and she loved it. What was the point of being naked if you didn't have people staring at you? Love and Rose had mentioned something or other about having neighbors, but Christina hadn't really been listening. She supposed these guys were them.
"Ummm who are you exactly?" Waldo asked.
"You're kidding, right?" Christina challenged. Maybe they just didn't believe it was her. "I'm crashing at the mansion. I'm Christina. You know...Christina Aguilera."
"Cool," Franklin nodded; starting to feel his senses begin to respond again. "So are you famous too or just a friend of Sarah's?"
"Whoa...excuse me..." Christina said in disbelief. "Are you guys for real? You've never fucking heard of me?"
"Should we have?" Delbert asked. "Are you on PBS or something? That's the only channel we don't watch. That and the Lifetime Channel."
"Plus the Oprah Channel," Waldo added.
"And the Oxygen Channel," Franklin stated.
"But we do watch the WE Channel," Waldo clarified. "They show Felicity reruns."
"I still can't believe she chose Ben over Noel..." Delbert said, shaking his head sadly. "Noel was clearly better for her."
"Hey...get back to me..." Christina ordered, sitting up in the hammock. Did these guys live on Mars or something? Was this place in a cave? How could they not have fucking heard of her? "You guys have really never heard of me? Christina Aguilera? I've sold like a zillion albums! I won a fucking Grammy!"
"You're a singer?" Waldo asked.
"What does this tell you?" Christina asked before signing a few bars of "Genie In A Bottle" figuring they'd at least have heard of that.
"Sorry, we never heard of that song before," Franklin admitted.
"Yeah the only music we listen to is Jethro Tull," Delbert declared as the boys simultaneously began playing air guitar and doing the opening notes to what Christina thought sounded like "Aqualung".
"Holy shit," Christina couldn't help but laugh over this. "You guys really haven't heard of me."
This was totally unreal. Christina had been around people who loved her and people who hated her these past couple of years, but she had never been around someone who was indifferent to her. Now she was in a little shack, smoking weed with three people like that as they continued to play the notes of Tull with their air guitars for her.
Christina actually found all of this to be endearing. This was totally new to her. It did dawn on her that she was alone here with three strange guys and they seemed kinda cute, if weird. Perhaps she could give them something that would insure they always remembered who Xtina was, but Christina decided against going that route. There wasn't even a trace of flava in them and Christina couldn't remember the last white guy she had fucked. These guys here were more Britney's speed.
These boys were funny at least. Plus whatever they did to this shit she was smoking, it was giving her one hell of a buzz. Christina took another toke and smiled, letting some smoke escape the corner of her lips as she held the rest of it in. She could go for some more of this. Christina decided to hang out for a little while and give these guys a verbal lesson in Xtina 101.
As the sun began to rise, Britney stirred with it. She frowned and tried to pull the covers over her head, but it was no use. She was waking up. Britney sat herself up and yawned. She hated waking up this early but her body was telling her it was time to get moving. Britney kept trying to ignore it and force herself back to sleep, but she changed that when she found that she was alone in bed.
That wasn't a feeling Britney was used to. Ever since she and Christina had hooked up at the "One World One Love" concert, they had been sharing a bed. From the moment she had broken up with longtime boyfriend Justin Timberlake, Britney had felt like she was searching. Now she believed she had found her place in the world again and it was right by Christina's side. Britney didn't want to say anything, for fear it would freak her out, but she was totally crazy about her fellow singer. Britney loved how Christina made her feel and how being with her always made her heart race.
Britney felt like Christina was the only one who understood the pressures she was under and what it was like to live in a fishbowl. She knew what it was like to feel as if everyone was judging you and making fun of you. When she was around Christina, Britney knew she didn't have to pretend to be someone she wasn't. She could say what she wanted, do what she wanted and act as slutty as she wanted to be. It was amazingly liberating and Christina always made her feel sooooo good.
Of course Christina wasn't the only one who could make Britney feel good. On her first trip to this mansion Britney had found herself taken and totally ravished by the sex goddess that was Rose McGowan. It hadn't started out that way. Britney had been mad and had shot her mouth off about Rose and ended up dealing with the full force of the actress' rage. By the time Britney knew what had happened, she was flat on her back and taking an amazing toy in her pussy called Mr. Snappy or something like that. Britney hadn't thought Rose was creepy or pale after that. Now she had Britney's utter devotion and Britney couldn't wait for her to get back here so she could feel that toy in her tight pussy again.
Britney had felt so wild and free, like she was a sexual beast when Rose had fucked her like that. When Rose ended up flipping her over and taking her virgin ass, Britney knew she was hooked. Being licked by another girl was incredible. Being fucked by someone like Rose was off the charts. Britney had felt the aftereffects for days. She and Justin had fucked once, but it had been nothing like that. Rose had known just how to take her and knowing Christina had been watching and fingering herself had made it even hotter. It had all happened here in this mansion and, as far as Britney was concerned, she was never leaving.
Wondering where Christina was, Britney finally kicked off the sheets and got up to look for her. Britney had gotten used to waking next to her rival and it was weird for her not to be there. She was probably around the house somewhere. Britney knew she didn't have to bother dressing if she was just wandering around the house, but she did anyway, throwing on some jeans shorts and a t-shirt.
It wasn't as if Britney had any objection to walking around naked. She used to do it all the time in her house before she even knew a place like this existed. She thought the body was beautiful and not something to be hidden. Plus Britney knew she looked good, so why not show off? The real reason that Britney threw her clothes on was that the mansion contained one of the few girls she didn't want to show off for.
Deep in her heart, Britney knew there was no reason for her to be mad at Alyssa. She had only gone out with Justin for a few weeks. But Britney couldn't help herself. Seeing Alyssa only reminded her of all the bad things that had piled up on her until she hadn't thought she'd be able to breathe. Britney remembered how insane with jealousy she'd been seeing Justin out with Alyssa. She'd hated her then and even with the situation having changed, Britney wasn't ready to embrace Alyssa.
It wasn't as if Britney didn't think Alyssa was attractive. Anyone could see how hot she was and now that Britney felt all this desire for girls, it should have been natural for her to put aside her difference with Alyssa and show her how good her tongue could feel deep in her pussy. Britney couldn't do that. Not yet.
Britney had cooled the rage she had felt toward Alyssa during their first encounter here, but things were now at the polar opposite. She and Alyssa had barely exchanged 10 words since Britney had begun crashing here and the ones she and Alyssa did say might as well have had icicles attached to them. It didn't make for the best living conditions and Britney just hoped she would be able to avoid Alyssa.
Unfortunately that wasn't possible. When Britney walked into the kitchen looking for Christina she instead found Alyssa standing there stark naked eating some fruit. Alyssa looked up from her breakfast and cast Britney an annoyed look as a form of acknowledgement.
Despite telling herself she was supposed to hate Alyssa, Britney couldn't help but admire her body. God she was sooooo hot. Staring at her tanned, flawless body Britney had to remind herself she was supposed to hate Alyssa.
"Something you want?" Alyssa demanded. She could feel the heat of Britney's stare, but she tried to push away the effect it was having on her. Alyssa hated people who gave her attitude and she considered Britney to be nothing more than a spoiled, snobby princess. Who the fuck was she to come into her home and give her shit?
"You don't have to be so snotty about it," Britney huffed. "I just wanted to know if you'd seen Christina."
"What's the matter Britney, lost track of your little girlfriend?" Alyssa smirked. "God, you can't hold onto anyone, can you? Doesn't matter if they're a boy or a girl."
Britney glowered at Alyssa and firmly extended her middle finger.
"Ooooh good comeback," Alyssa replied. "Better keep the razor sharp wit of yours away from Britney. You might cut someone."
"Fuck you Alyssa, you're the one acting like the bitch now," Britney shot back as she turned and began walking away.
"If she's not here, try the guys next door," Alyssa said, deciding to offer a little help if only so Britney would go away. "People here have a habit of ending up there."
"What guys?" Britney asked.
"Do you even remember when Rose and Love explained all this to you or did it just go out your ear?" Alyssa sighed. "The guys live next door. They know about what goes on here and they're cool about it. Maybe Christina ended up there."
"Why would Christina go there?" Britney wondered.
"I'm sure a genius like you can figure that out," Alyssa said as she rolled her eyes.
"Cunt," Britney muttered as she walked away. Alyssa couldn't help but smile as Britney left. What a fucking airhead. Alyssa couldn't figure what Christina saw in her. Oh wait, she could see two things that everyone definitely saw in her. Ordinarily Alyssa would have been all over those tits too, but Britney's attitude was such a turn off. She acted like she was better than everyone around here and she clung to Christina like a leech.
Alyssa didn't like fighting with other people. After her blowups with the Shannon Dohertys of the world, she was tired of conflict. But if Britney was going to give her attitude, then she was gonna get a faceful of it right back at her. Alyssa didn't take shit from anyone, especially not someone like Britney Spears.
We need some new flesh around here, Alyssa sighed to herself. With the girls scattered throughout the country, the revolving door of pussy had ground to a standstill. Alyssa once again kicked herself for not tagging along with Rose and Love. She could only imagine what those two were doing out there and who they were doing it to.
Oh well, she wasn't going to get things done by sitting there on her ass. Alyssa was a very proactive person and if she wanted to get some new chicks in here, she was going to have to do it herself. Her tongue longed for a new flavor. Now it was time to actually get up and do something to quench that thirst.
Finding her way next door wasn't hard for Britney. There was a lot of empty beach around the place, so seeing the old servant's quarters was easily accomplished. Once again wondering what Christina would be doing in a place like this, Britney walked over, still muttering a little under her breath about Alyssa.
Britney felt a little weird about just knocking on these guys' door and seeing if Christina was there, but she supposed that was the only way to do this. She'd looked everywhere else for her. Britney went right up to the door and gave it soft, but firm series of knocks.
"State your business..." Franklin said from the other side of the door.
"Umm...I'm looking for Christina..." Britney replied, not quite sure what she should say. Part of her wondered if these were psychos or cannibals or both.
"Are you DEA?" Franklin asked suspiciously. "What we've got in here is being used strictly for medicinal purposes. You'd better have a warrant or something."
"Look, I'm not DEA," Britney insisted, rapidly losing her patience. "Is Christina there or not?"
Britney could hear the muttering of low voices from the other side of the door. It sounded like there were two or three of them. What could they be talking about? It was a simple yes or no question. Britney was about give up and head back to the mansion when she heard the voice again.
"She's here," Franklin said and Britney heard the sound of four or five locks being opened. The door then swung open and Britney found herself face to face with Waldo, Franklin and Delbert.
"Sorry about the additional security," Franklin stated. "These are paranoid times we live in. We can't just let anyone in off the streets."
"You let me in," Christina pointed out from her hammock. "I guess I'm instantly trustworthy. Either that or you guys really are just suckers for a hot naked chick."
"Chrissy...what are you doing here?" Britney asked, zipping over to where her lover lay.
"Just kicking back Britney," Christina giggled, her eyes more than a little glazed. "You should stay too. You know...chill a little. You're always so amped up. You need to stop and smell the bud."
"What are you talking about?" Britney asked. "And why are you naked?"
"What's the matter, Britney?" Christina asked with a silly smile. "I know you like what you see."
Britney blushed at the comment, but she couldn't help but smile back at Christina. Suddenly the guys piped up again.
"Hey! We know you!" Waldo said.
"Yeah! You're the girl from 'Crossroads!'" Delbert added.
"You saw it!" Britney declared happily. "What did you think? Did you love it?"
The uncomfortable looks on the boys faces told all and Britney immediately became crestfallen.
"You tried really hard," Franklin said, trying to comfort Britney. "You'll do better next time."
"She won't need to go back to movies," Christina announced. "My Britney's too good for them anyway. She'll be too busy working at our new record label."
"Our what?" Britney asked, not believing what she'd just heard from Christina.
"Wow, are you a singer too?" Delbert asked Britney.
"Are you guys for real?" Britney asked incredulously.
"Don't even bother Britney," Christina advised. "Believe me, it's hopeless. Let's you and I celebrate. Here have some."
Christina then took a long toke on the joint she'd set down and offered it up to Britney as she kept all the smoke inside her.
"Chrissy? You're doing drugs? What the hell is wrong with you?" Britney demanded. Christina responded by exhaling the smoke she'd saved up in her mouth in a sweet smelling cloud around her head.
"Relax Britney," Christina giggled. "It's just pot. No biggie. Believe me, I've done harder drugs. This is nothing. C'mon...be a big girl and take a toke. Celebrate our new label."
"I wasn't being serious about that," Britney claimed, remembering their conversation from the other day. The truth was she had been serious and she had been thinking about it a lot. Britney was so happy to see Christina on board with the idea. She could have done without the drugs though.
Britney wasn't a prude. She smoked, even though she was trying to quit. She drank when she was in the mood. But she had never done drugs. Now Christina was offering her and giving her the hard sell. It was like a twisted after school special on peer pressure.
"Don't be a wuss Britney," Christina egged on. "You can handle it. It's just a little pot. What's the worst that could happen?"
Britney saw that the three guys were staring at them now. She just wanted to get this over with and if smoking a little pot was going to get Christina back to the mansion with her, then that was what she was going to have to do.
"Ok...but just one drag," Britney agreed, taking the joint from Christina's hand.
Alyssa had finally resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to get dressed that day. She wouldn't have minded just lying back nude all day and letting Michelle the maid take care of her like a good servant should, but she had things to do today. She would just have to catch up on her orgasms later. Maybe she'd stumble onto some willing slut while she was out and about today. It was getting kind of boring here with just Britney and Christina to keep her company.
Having slipped into some jeans and a loose white top, Alyssa was about to get going. She was really starting to feel horny and the jiggle of her bra less breasts as she ran down the stairs excited her. She could feel her nipples tingle and tighten and Alyssa was just glad she had slipped a pair of panties on under her jeans. If she'd gone out commando, then she'd have probably soaked her jeans by noon. This was her arousal would only be as evident as she wanted it to be.
Grabbing her keys, Alyssa was about to head out the door when she heard some noise from the back. Remembering what had happened here with Sarah and Rick, Alyssa tensed up, but she quickly deduced what was out there was no threat.
"I need a hand here!" Christina called out as she struggled to open the door near the pool. Alyssa sighed and walked to the back of the mansion, where Christina was trying to open the doors from the outside while holding onto Britney at the same time. With a bemused grin, Alyssa noticed there had been a few changes in Britney since she had last seen her. First Britney's pop princess body was totally nude and second she was high as a kite.
Britney alternated childish giggling with deep, throaty laughter as she marveled at the sights around her.
"Has the sun always been this bright? WHOA!!! That's sunny!" Britney said before laughing uproariously at her own observation.
Alyssa helpfully opened the door for the two of them and Christina walked in with Britney leaning against her shoulder for support.
"What the hell happened to her?" Alyssa asked.
"Don't ask," Christina replied before proceeding to offer an explanation anyway. "Britney had her first taste of pot. Then she had another and then she had another and...well you get the idea."
"I certainly do," Alyssa laughed, enjoying their predicament and treating her eyes to the lovely sight she was witnessing. She had seen Christina naked countless times. She was the only one here who wore less clothing than she did, but Alyssa had actually never seen Britney nude before. She may have been a snobby airhead, but she did look good.
"I love you Christina," Britney giggled, wrapping her arms around Christina and hugging her happily. "You're like my bestest friend in the world. No one understands me but you! I love you! I love you! I love you!"
"I love you too Britney," Christina said, hoping Britney would be able to handle her drugs better with experience. "Let's get you upstairs and get you cleaned up, ok?"
"Can we fuck too?" Britney brightly asked.
"Mmmm you bet we can..." Christina promised wickedly. "Want to join us Alyssa? I think you and Britney will be able to get along realllll well now."
"No thanks, I'll pass," Alyssa replied, even though she did consider it for a moment. "What happened to her clothes anyway?"
"I had to burn them!" Britney explained, her eyes growing wide with terror. "They were eating my skin! Those clothes were evil! Evil...evil clothes! I'm glad they're dead. Only when we're naked can we truly be safe!"
"Ok...that's enough...come with me," Christina insisted, tugging Britney away and toward the stairs.
"I am the lizard queen!!!" Britney cried out as she was being dragged away. Alyssa just shook her head and once again wished she was on Love and Rose's road trip.
Just as Alyssa was thinking that, the red, 1968 Corvette Roadster carrying Love and Rose zipped through America. They were traveling down the fabled Route 66 and, with Rose at the wheel, there was no concern paid to the speed limit.
The top was down and the girls were loving every second of it. The morning sun that beat down over the desert land they drove through was not only giving them opportunities to bronze their skin a little, it gave them plenty of chances to make sure they were well covered in sunscreen. Driving this long and fast with the top down was probably akin to committing genocide on their hair, but they didn't care. They were hot chicks burning down the highway without a care in the world.
Love couldn't have been happier then she was at that moment. Rose had felt so distant lately and Love still felt twinges of guilt about what had happened at the concert. Even though Rose had told her it wasn't her fault, Love still blamed herself, knowing that if she hadn't flirted with that girl, Rose wouldn't have all the problems she faced now. But Love didn't want to think about that now. She only wanted to concentrate on all the fun she and Rose had had and all the fun they were going to have.
This was the beginning of their third day on the road and they were just going through New Mexico now. They could have made much better time if they had really wanted to, but it had been much more fun to stop and see the country. Not to mention that stopping often had given them plenty of chances to play with each other right out there in the open.
Love still tingled at the memory of how they had stopped in Nevada to stretch their legs for a bit and how Rose had just pushed her up against the car and yanked down her shorts. Love hadn't bothered with any panties and Rose had just began eating her out right there, her body pressed against the hood of the car. They had been right out on the side of the highway and so many people drove by while they were doing it. They had been driving by so fast that by the time they figured out what she and Rose had been doing, the drivers had shot long past them. It had felt so wild and kinky to do that right there on the side of the road and Love hadn't even considered fighting Rose off. Rose had just eaten her out until her juices were spilling down the hood of the car.
She had come so hard and Love had immediately shown her gratitude by returning the favor to Rose. It had been so amazing. Out here on the road, away from Hollywood, Love felt like she could do anything she wanted. She felt as if she could indulge in every fantasy, no matter how wild. She was away from all responsibilities and all career concerns. Here on the road she could be as slutty as she wanted to be and there was no better companion for that then Rose.
For the past weeks, Love and everyone in the house had been wondering when the "real Rose" would return. She had seemed so withdrawn and out of herself that everyone had been worried. Now the real Rose was back and Love was reaping all the rewards from it. Rose had her in a perpetual state of heat on this trip and Love welcomed every second of it. Love couldn't wait for them to get to New York so Rose could show Sarah and Jennifer and hopefully Jewel too, that she was back.
They were traveling close to 90 miles per hour and Love wasn't the only happy one. The speed they were traveling at and the feel of this fine, classic vehicle was such a rush to Rose that she half expected to come just from driving it. It was such a surge of power between her legs to be driving a car like this at a speed like this and having Love right beside her. The farther and faster she drove, the better Rose felt because the farther she knew she was getting from the police, her lawyer and from Jaime.
What had happened with Britney and Christina in the mansion had been more than the explosive orgasm she had been seeking for so long. It had been a true reawakening for Rose. She had found herself slipping back to the part of her she had worked so hard to destroy...the dark, depressive goth princess who had hit the streets seeking freedom from the life her parents had forced upon her. She was becoming what everyone assumed she was...a freak. Rose wasn't that anymore. She wouldn't let herself be that way again. Now those troubles and concerns felt so far away. She felt the sun on her skin and the wind in her hair. She felt freer than she'd ever been in her life. It was pure, natural elation that was pumping through her veins.
Rose was glad it was Love she was with. Her biggest fear after the concert wasn't that she'd go to jail. It was that she would lose that look of adoring lust she always saw in Love's eyes. Now she could look right over and see it again and it made Rose's spirits soar even higher. She loved how Love would look at her like that...so totally willing to be ravished that it was hard for Rose to resist reaching over and fingering her. She knew Love would have been totally into it, but Rose also knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do when zipping along a major highway at a rate of speed that threatened to break the sound barrier.
Love just looked so amazing in the light blue sundress she had thrown on that morning that Rose would have let her get away with anything, even singing along to the radio for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
"All the things she said...all the things she said...running through my head...running through my head..." Love sang along to on the radio.
"God! How can this song be on again?" Rose laughed in frustration.
"Hey! It's not my fault they're playing it again!" Love smiled. "Besides, it's like our theme song. You know...hot young girls getting it on. It was like they wrote it for us. C'mon Rose...sing along with me! You've gotta know the words by now!"
"No thanks," Rose sighed. "Besides, if I had a theme song it so wouldn't be pop music..."
Rose was about to say something more, but she noticed what was ahead.
"Truck!" Rose shouted out.
"Ooooh your turn or mine?" Love inquired.
"Yours...I went when we passed that RV an hour back," Rose said.
"Goody..." Love said, licking her lips as they got closer and closer to the truck up ahead. It was for some shipping company, but that didn't really matter to the girls. As Rose got closer, Love got herself ready to spring into action.
Rose slowed down the car to make sure they didn't just buzz by the truck. She brought the car right up so they were right up against the truck and Rose then proceeded to honk loudly on the horn. The driver looked over to see what was going on and, when he did, Love leapt up in her seat and pulled down the top of her dress, flashing her naked tits to the very appreciative driver.
"Drive! Drive!" Love giddily commanded as the driver honked his horn as a sign of thanks. The loud sound got Love and Rose laughing as Rose stepped on the gas again and sent them flying past the heavy truck.
"Mmmmm I love doing that!" Love squealed happily. "I love it! I love it! I love it!"
"I just hope when it's my turn we pass by some minister with his wife in a motor home or something so I can just totally blow their minds," Rose smirked wickedly. Meanwhile Rose's favorite song continued playing on the radio and she soon lost patience.
"Ok...enough," Rose declared. "We're finding another station!"
Rose then reached down and adjusted the radio until she found something to her liking as they zoomed down Route 66. She smiled happily when she found what she was looking for. She remembered seeing this band live and they had been so awesome.
"Now THIS is a theme song," Rose laughed as the sounds of Poe filled the car and disappeared into the open air.
"Hey pretty...don't you want to take a ride with me...through my world," Poe sang. "Hey pretty...don't you want to take a slide...through my world...Hey pretty...my pretty baby...rocking through my world..."
Back in California, Reese was having one of those mornings. Ryan had left early and pretty much left her the responsibility of doing everything. As she attempted to feed the dog, get her daughter up and start her own day without going completely insane, Reese felt her agitation level threaten to go through the roof. She hadn't been feeling well again that morning and it had reached the point where she had scheduled a doctor's appointment for herself later that day. She didn't know what was wrong because the feelings would disappear and then she'd feel fine the rest of the day. Hopefully her doctor could diagnose and give her whatever it took to fix the problem.
This morning had completely hectic, and Reese could feel her rope fraying. It seemed like every little thing that happened this morning was designed to get her screaming and Reese struggled to keep herself under control.
Of course that was very difficult with a screaming three-year-old in her arms. Reese's daughter, Ava, was also in a bad mood this morning and she let her mommy know about it by screaming and crying at the top of her lungs. As Ava wailed in her arms, the phone began ringing and Reese grabbed it.
"Hello?" Reese said. It was her agent, Brian, but Reese wasn't in the mood to talk about her career right now. "Brian, I can't talk right now. Call me back please. No...nothing's wrong. It's just a bad time right now..."
It was then that Reese saw that the toast she was trying to make for Ava was burning inside the toaster.
"Shit!" Reese shouted. "Brian...Call me later..."
Reese then hung up the phone and, as her daughter still continued to scream in her ear, she lunged for the toaster to get the burned bread out of there before something more serious started to burn. The whole kitchen was in chaos. There was mess everywhere from Reese's thus far unsuccessful attempts to get Ava to eat. Milk was spilled, cereal was scattered, there was a half full cup of coffee she hadn't had time to drink and now the burned toast put a capper on the disastrous start to the day. As the dog began licking up the spilled milk on the floor, Reese felt herself about to join her daughter in screaming herself raw. She was pulling down $15,000,000 a movie now. Life wasn't supposed to be this crazy anymore.
Just as Reese was about to completely lose it, a savior walked into the kitchen.
"Whoa...what happened here..." a young woman said as she overlooked the mess.
"Julie, thank God you're here," Reese gasped as she rushed over to her daughter's nanny. "Take Ava. I'm about to totally lose it! I need some me time!"
"Sure thing Ms. Witherspoon," Julie said, taking Ava into her arms. The child stopped crying when she departed her mother's arms and immediately greeted Julie with a kiss on her cheek.
"Reese...call me Reese," Reese smiled, relieved to have a chance to get a moment of piece. She and Ryan had only hired Julie last month, but already Ava had bonded with her. She'd been a real help, especially with how stressful things had been lately. Getting a girl as young and capable as Julie had been a real find for them and of course Reese couldn't help but notice how pretty the girl was with her long brown hair, fresh, beautiful face and large breasts. Julie also seemed to be the only girl in town who hadn't gotten the memo about corrective eye surgery and she still wore a thin pair of glasses. But Reese didn't want to think about the girl like that, it wasn't right.
"Sorry...Reese..." Julie smiled. She was never quite sure how to address her boss. She was Reese Witherspoon! Julie didn't want to seem like the Iowa farm girl that she actually was, but she was working for a real life movie star and it sometimes left her flustered. She was working her way through school at UCLA and becoming a nanny hadn't been the job she had been actively looking for, but she loved kids and had a friend who knew a guy and so on....
"I'll be back down in a little bit," Reese said. "Just try and keep her calm and try and get her to eat something."
"No problem Ms. With-I mean Reese," Julie said cheerfully.
With a tired sigh, Reese left the kitchen and headed to her bedroom. She was wiped already and it wasn't even 10:30 yet. She needed a break. She needed to relax. With a wicked smile crossing her lips, Reese knew what she needed. She knew she couldn't get it right now, but she could sure think about it.
Throwing herself down on her bed, Reese undid the sash of her bathrobe and pushed it off her body, exposing the red bra and panties she was wearing underneath. She wished she wasn't alone right now. She wished she had a pair of soft girl lips and silky smooth girl skin against her. Until recently, Reese had had no idea how good another woman could be. Now it seemed like it was all she could think about.
Lying here on her bed, Reese felt like the other world was far away and she could indulge in the naughty thoughts playing in her head. More and more Reese felt like this new, slutty side of herself, the side that craved pussy, was growing and growing. She loved her double life. She loved being a movie star and loyal wife and mother by day and a naughty girl at night. Thinking back to all the wicked things she'd done since that day Sarah seduced her in the shower was getting Reese's pussy wet and, as her daughter sat downstairs with her nanny, she pushed her hand down her firm, toned stomach toward her panties.
Reese could feel the wetness growing against the silk of her panties and she pushed them down her body, leaving a wisp of a trail of desire down her leg. She gasped as the open air of the room tickled her wet pussy and Reese didn't hesitate to begin teasing her slit with her fingers. Reese felt an overwhelming need to be bad right now. She didn't want to be a wife. She didn't want to be a mommy. She didn't want to be a movie star. She just wanted to be nasty and slutty like she was the other day when she had let a porno star fuck her.
What Keri Windsor had done to her had just been amazing and Reese's pussy had wept with desire for her since. Reese had had no idea who she was before she had met her. She had been looking for someone else and Keri and her amazing tongue had quickly made Reese forget all her. Reese hadn't been able to walk straight by the time she got out of there and she loved it. The first thing she had wanted to do was rent some of Keri's movies. She told herself that Ryan would like them too and it would juice up their lovemaking, but she ended up keeping them all to herself. She hadn't even told Ryan she had gotten them. She had just watched them herself and masturbated to multiple orgasms.
Right now that was exactly what Reese wanted to do to herself and she got up off the bed, leaving her robe and panties behind, to run over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She rooted through it impatiently until she found what she had been looking for. Reese excitedly grasped and withdrew her pale pink vibrator. She had been using this on herself so often lately and her body ached to feel it's stimulating shake again.
Falling back onto the bed, Reese immediately set to work on herself. The stress she had felt that morning was disappearing into nothingness as Reese reached around back and unclasped her bra, leaving herself completely nude on the bed. She turned the vibrator on low to start off and the gentle hum made her tingle with anticipation as she began running the toy over her bare breasts.
Reese teased herself with the toy, not pressing it too hard against her tits, but firmly enough so that the tremors of pleasure would caress her naked body. Her nipples quickly hardened and Reese pulled the toy away from her breasts and down her stomach. She ran it gently over her tummy and teased the tip of it against her thighs. Her pussy was close to soaked by the time she got there and Reese resisted the temptation to go in for the quick orgasm by jamming it into herself. That was the way Ryan would have taken her and it was why she had gone so long without an orgasm before Sarah had opened her eyes.
As the sound of the vibrator's sexy hum filled her now content ears, Reese used the toy on her slit. She rubbed it against her wet pussy lips, not penetrating herself yet, but teasing her body with that imminent possibility. As she rubbed her dripping slit, Reese's mind wrapped itself around the delicious memories of her past experiences. She thought about all the naughty things she'd done. She thought about Sarah in the shower. She thought about Keri using her porno star tongue on her. She thought about Alyssia taking her ass with those beads of hers. She thought about Rose fucking her with Mr. Snappy. She thought about her and Jennifer pretending they really were the sisters they played on "Friends." It was all so hot and Reese was quickly whimpering in pleasure as she touched herself with her toy.
Reese was so lost in the pleasure haze she was putting herself in that she hadn't even noticed that she had left the door to her bedroom wide open. This fact was brought to her attention quite dramatically.
"Reese...I put Ava down for a nap and I cleaned up the kitchen is there any-OH MY GOD!!!" Julie exclaimed as she walked into Reese's bedroom chattering away and saw one of the most stunning things her eyes had ever witnessed.
"Julie!" Reese gasped in shock. "Shit!"
"It's ok...Miss With...I mean Reese...I...I...I...I didn't see anything...nothing at all..." Julie stammered as she began to back away. She was totally convinced she was going to be fired and end up on whatever blacklist these famous people had. How was she going to pay her tuition?
"I'm sooooo sorry I walked in like this," Julie said nervously. "Please don't fire me!"
"Oh no! No! I'm not going to fire you Julie!" Reese insisted as she frantically grabbed her robe and covered her body with it. She was blushing from head to toe and Julie wasn't any less flustered. Reese was kicking herself on the inside. How could she have been so stupid as to leave the door wide open like that.
"Julie, I'm sorry!" Reese continued, seeking to assure the girl her job wasn't in jeopardy. She didn't want to lose her as a nanny. "I'm so embarrassed. I shouldn't have left the door open like that. I just wasn't thinking!"
"Oh God no...don't be embarrassed...I mean you shouldn't be...I mean you're so beautiful..." Julie sputtered, believing she was digging herself in deeper with every word. She did mean what she said though. Reese had nothing to be embarrassed about. She looked gorgeous.
As Julie said that Reese perked up. She looked right at Julie and swore she saw a flicker of lust in her eyes. Suddenly Reese felt her brain form a very naughty thought. What if she were to...wait...she couldn't do this. Not to Julie. It was wrong. But that was what made it so right, Reese told herself. Julie was so young and beautiful...a real farmer's daughter...Reese felt her pussy stirring again and the more she told herself she shouldn't do this, the more she felt like she had to.
"Maybe I should just go," Julie offered, hoping if she got out now she could still escape with shreds of her employment intact. Maybe Reese would let her off with a warning or something.
"No! Don't go!" Reese said suddenly. Julie froze and the debate in Reese's brain continued to rage. This was absolutely crazy. She would be making herself vulnerable to one honey of a sexual harassment suit. But if it worked then...wow! Reese would have what she was looking for and more. She tried to stop herself, but it was as if her libido had seized control and her rational thought process was circumvented by her lust.
"Did you like what you saw?" Reese asked suddenly. The words rushed out of her mouth and she wasn't even sure if Julie could understand her. It was as if Reese had to say them before she came to her senses and stopped this dead in its tracks.
"Ummm...well...you're extremely beautiful...Miss...Reese..." Julie continued to stammer. She wasn't sure where Reese was going with this. Was she hitting on her? No...she couldn't be. She'd heard a lot of celebrities were into swinging and all sorts of sex stuff, but Reese seemed so normal. What was going on here?
Reese's heart pounded in her chest. Her brain was screaming at her not to do this, but her body wasn't listening. She was now a slave to the lust that flowed through her veins. Julie looked so innocent standing there and all Reese wanted to do was corrupt her young body.
"You know Julie...not many people ever get to see what you just saw," Reese pointed out, her lust feeding her confidence. "You're actually pretty lucky."
"Ummm yeah, I guess I am..." a confused Julie replied. She didn't know what to do or what to say. She did feel a dormant curiosity beginning to stir again though. She looked down at her feet and wished whatever this was would stop.
"Do you want to see more?" Reese asked.
"No...I uhhh...I mean I shouldn't...it wouldn't be right..." Julie answered.
"Hey Julie, how about you let your boss decide what's right and what's not," Reese shot back, feeling an evil rush through her body. This wasn't like her at all. She wasn't mean and she didn't snap at people, but this was so much fun. Her nipples were swelling up tight and she pushed off the robe, exposing her naked body once again to Julie.
"Look at me Julie," Reese ordered and the nanny complied. She'd averted her gaze when Reese revealed herself, but now she focused right on her body. "You think I'm beautiful, don't you?"
"Oh yes Reese," Julie answered. "You're very beautiful."
"And you want to make your boss happy, don't you?" Reese demanded, not knowing where exactly these words were coming from. She felt twinges of guilt for doing this to Julie, but she also felt such wonderful sensations of wicked pleasure that overwhelmed any reservations she had.
"Ummm yes?" Julie replied, hoping that was the right answer.
"Then come here," Reese said. "Come here on the bed."
Julie hesitated for a moment, but eventually complied. She wasn't so naive that she couldn't see exactly where this was headed, especially with the wide smile that crossed Reese's face when she began walking to her. What was most disconcerting to Julie at this moment was that she found herself getting excited by this. She felt a pulse of energy starting to flow through her body. Her head was spinning and she wasn't sure whether she wanted this to stop because she hated it or because she liked it.
When Julie sat herself down on the bed, Reese took a moment to admire her. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that couldn't help but hug her generous breasts. It was an outfit that was perfect for playing with Ava, but Reese had an entirely different game in mind. She began running her hands though Julie's long brown hair. It was in a ponytail that went down just past her shoulders. The glasses that only accented Julie's down to earth sexiness augmented her brown eyes. They were ultra thin frames and they made her look like an honest to God, girl next door. Reese could only imagine the long line of neighborhood kids who wanted to peep through her windows at night, hoping to catch a glimpse of her changing.
Julie flinched a little when Reese touched her hair and the actress detected another flicker of lust behind those glasses. She didn't want to force Julie into this. She wasn't that far gone. But Reese could sense that she did want this. Reese wanted to convince Julie how good this was, just like Sarah had convinced her. Reese wasn't going to rape Julie. If she thought she was really forcing Julie, Reese would have stopped, but Reese was starting to feel that Julie did want this to happen.
"You're pretty beautiful yourself," Reese said, admiring Julie's soft, milky white skin. "How old are you Julie?"
"20," Julie shyly answered. Her body continued to tingle and she felt the beginnings of a moan form when Reese caressed her face with her palm. She stifled it though. She had to try and get a grip on herself.
"Have you ever been with a girl?" Reese asked, putting all her cards on the table.
"N-no..." Julie replied. God, she was hitting on her! Reese wanted to fuck her! This wasn't happening. She wasn't into girls. But Julie kept feeling those pleasurable sensations and she knew her pussy was starting to get wet.
"Ever thought about it?" Reese asked, continuing to caress Julie's soft skin. Julie didn't say anything. She just blushed and looked down. Reese knew that meant "yes" and she moved herself closer to Julie on the bed.
Julie flinched again when Reese crept toward her. She kept telling herself to get up and run away, but her legs wouldn't work. She was feeling that curiosity again. Julie had tried to stifle it, but there it was. When she had been in high school, Julie had been a cheerleader and spending all that time around such beautiful girls had gotten her so curious about what it would be like to make love to a woman.
Julie knew she wasn't a lesbian or anything. She knew she liked guys. But she had been so curious about it. Her lustful thoughts, more often than not, had centered around her best friend, the captain of the squad. She had seen the way her friend had looked at her and she had wondered if the curiosity had been mutual. Julie had never said anything or had the guts to act on it, so nothing had ever happened. But she had always wondered...what if? Now Reese was coming onto her and Julie once again found herself asking that question.
Her parents had been so religious and brought her up in such a conservative environment. She had been taught that this was wrong, but it was making her feel so good.
"I...I...can't do this..." Julie insisted, trying to find the will to get up. "It's...it's not right."
"Shhhh..." Reese said before silencing Julie with a kiss on her lips. It was soft and inviting. Reese wanted to entice Julie with how good it could feel to do this. She wanted to make her so wet and excited that she'd totally lose control. Reese was lost in her own lust and she wanted Julie to feel the same way.
"Oh God," Julie gasped after the kiss had ended. That had felt so good. Julie had broken up with her boyfriend a month ago and hadn't felt the touch of a lover since. All the guys here in L.A. seemed like such self-absorbed losers. What Reese was offering her was making her heart pound. Julie almost felt woozy. She didn't know what to do. She wanted Reese to stop and she wanted Reese to push her and pull her until she'd quenched the desire she was feeling. She wanted nothing and she wanted everything at the same time.
"Let me touch you Julie," Reese said her voice huskier than usual. "Let me pleasure you. You interrupted me before I had a chance to come. Now you owe me. Let me play with your body."
Julie was so torn that she could say nothing in response. She just sat there and let Reese kiss her lips and move her hands down to her breasts. Reese touched her breasts through her t-shirt. Reese's touch was so light that it was like it wasn't even there. But Julie could feel what she was doing and she could feel her nipples getting hard and straining against her bra.
"You don't have to be afraid to admit you want this," Reese said. She felt so powerful being in control here. This must have been how Sarah felt and Keri felt and how all of them felt when they took her. "I'm not going to hurt you Julie. I just want to make you feel good. I can touch you in all the right places. Just say you want me to. Say you want me to touch you."
Julie didn't know what to say. Her body was waging war against itself. Suddenly her lips began to move and she heard her own voice. It was like she couldn't control her own body and she loved the sensation is caused.
"Yessss..." Julie moaned, feeling Reese's hands on her breasts. "Touch me Reese. Touch me everywhere."
Reese responded by pushing her body on top of Julie's and kissing her passionately. This time Julie couldn't help but respond. She'd never kissed a girl before, but it was just as soft and sexy as she'd always thought it would be. Reese wasn't too aggressive in the kiss, but she was insistent and Julie began kissing back. She opened her mouth and allowed Reese to push her tongue in. Julie found her lustful instincts pushing her onward and she began sucking on Reese's tongue, causing the actress to moan into her mouth.
"Mmmmm Julie I want you," Reese declared when she broke for oxygen. "I want to fuck you, you sweet little thing."
"Yesss please...fuck me..." Julie sighed. She didn't want to question this. It had been the last thing in the world she had expected to happen. She just wanted to do it. She wanted to make love with her boss. She wanted to fuck Reese Witherspoon.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2