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"The Whole Nine Yards"

By KayJay

Disclaimer:   Do not read any further if you are under age 18 or
if graphic sexual content offends you. The characters and some
of the script used in this story are property of Warner Bros.,
and are not being used for personal profit. Reposting is
permitted but only without alterations and with author
recognition.

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NOTES:   If you haven't seen the film just know that Amanda Peet
[Jill] ends up with Bruce Willis [Jimmy] & Natasha Henstridge
[Cynthia] goes off with Oz [Matthew Perry].

SUMMARY:   An alternate ending to the film "The Whole Nine
Yards". In this version the two female characters, played by
Natasha Henstridge [Cynthia] & Amanda Peet [Jill], end up
together ...

----------------

The women sat patiently while the middle-aged bank employee
carefully examined the two death certificates in front of him.
Janni Gogolak and Jimmy Tudeski. The names meant nothing to him.
But that was hardly surprising since this was Canada. If this
was Chicago he would have known instantly that he was looking at
evidence, proving the deaths of the head of the Hungarian Mob
and it's former number one enforcer.

Certainly Tudeski would have been familiar. His face had been
plastered across the front of every newspaper when he had agreed
to testify against his former boss and given an in-depth
interview to Chicago magazine about his life as a contract
killer. Jimmy The Tulip had achieved a high level of notoriety,
one that existed long after his release from prison. The fact
that Jimmy wasn't actually dead was something that wasn't going
to be issue either.

Finally he broke the silence and looked up at the very
attractive women sitting across from him. "Everything seems to
be in order. Where would you like the money sent?"

The tall, willowy blonde, to his left, answered quickly. "I'd
like it wire-transferred to a bank in the Caymans. The account
number is 0-"

However, before she could give the complete account details she
was abruptly interrupted by the stunning redhead next to her.

"Could we just have a minute please?" Jill asked politely.

"Certainly," answered the bank man, not minding at all that this
would mean he would be able to look at them for just a little
while longer.

"Thanks."

"I'll be right over there," he replied, pointing to a vacant
area behind their chairs, before moving there quickly.

Cynthia turned to Jill with a confused look on her face, but
with her curiosity peaked nonetheless.

"We could just walk away, ya know... you and me, with the whole
ten million."

The words caused Cynthia to take a couple of deep breaths, with
the shock clearly evident to the woman who had said them. The
money had been a wedding gift from Lazlow Gogolak, Janni's
father. It was not really a gift though, merely a case of Jimmy
& Cynthia agreeing to hide the money from the FBI. Before he
gave it back though Jimmy had testified against Lazlow resulting
in a life sentence.

To get the money from the bank, three signatures had been
required ... Janni, Jimmy & Cynthia. Or, in this case, one
signature and two death certificates.

Jimmy's testimony had caused Janni to keep Cynthia at his home,
under his `protection'. Janni had kept telling Cynthia that it
was because Jimmy would have killed her, given the chance. And
while this was true, it didn't stop Cynthia from feeling like
she was a prisoner with seemingly no end in sight. That was
until Nicholas Oseransky had entered her life.

"So, whaddya think?" Jill asked. Jill then flashed a wicked
smile at Cynthia, her mouth curling up at one end. Cynthia
contemplated the offer, unsure as to why Jill was offering this.
Could we get away with it? What would happen to Oz? Is she
hitting on me and if she is, why am I considering this?

The last question intrigued her the most. She had never been
with a woman but she had been taken by this young woman the
first time she saw her, only 20 minutes earlier. Maybe it was
just a lack of a love life in recent years. The physical aspect
of her marriage had been non-existent in the last five years,
first with Jimmy serving time and then his subsequent
disappearance. In that period there had been only one romantic
interlude, with Oz at his hotel room in Chicago.

After considering Jill's offer for a few moments she
answered. "I think ... I know, if we did ... Jimmy would kill
Oz."

"So what?" Jill replied, smiling contently. She then raised both
her eyebrows, just to ensure Cynthia understood what she was
implying. Jill didn't want any mixed messages.

Cynthia noticed the action immediately. There was no mistaking
what Jill wanted. `She wants me!' The thought of what that
entailed and the images it conjured up in Cynthia's mind caused
her to blush and her heart to race a little faster.

Jill then leaned in closer to Cynthia so that their faces were
now just a few inches apart.

"Think about Cynthia, we're talking about five million dollars
apiece here. Is Oz really worth that much to you?"

"Mmmmm. The thing is, uh ... I think I love him." Cynthia
answered, surprised at her own answer.

Trying to keep her voice from being heard by those in the near
vicinity, Jill fired back, "You think? You think! Sweetheart,
for 5 million dollars, you'd better be damn well sure. Look, I
know you slept with him in Chicago, but are you sure that wasn't
just you wanting some form, any form, of intimacy?"

The words struck a chord with Cynthia, knowing they were
completely accurate. `How can this woman read me so well?'

Speaking more calmly Jill continued on, "And I know Oz is a nice
guy but I could make you a lot happier than he ever could."

With that Jill then placed her hand on Cynthia's leg, just above
knee and gave it a light squeeze. Cynthia looked down, then back
at Jill and started smiling. There was something special about
this woman. Beyond the sparkling blue eyes and infectious smile.
Something unexplainable, but definitely worth the time and
effort finding out what that was.

"Ok, let's do it."

Jill then turned back to the bank manager and called out, "Yo
guy, you can get back here now."

--------

Several hours later

After a long plane flight most people just want to relax or go
to grab some sleep. But that wasn't going to happen here. All
the trip had done was to heighten the level of expectancy and
desire of both women to consummate their partnership. In fact it
had taken all of their self-resolve not to become new members of
the mile-high club.

 From the balcony of their hotel room Cynthia could see they were
within a short walking distance of the sandy shores of the
beach. "Nice view," she noted.

"Yes it is," Jill commented, not once taking her eyes off the
sleek figure facing away from her.

Jill moved effortlessly, gliding across the room to her
partner ... allowing her hands to rest on Cynthia's hips. Cynthia
could feel the heat from Jill's body as she leaned into her.
Without much hesitation, Jill slid her hands around to Cynthia's
stomach before moving up and cupping both her breasts.

"That feels soooo good," Cynthia replied, in response to the
gentle squeezing that Jill was applying to her.

"I've been thinking about doing this ever since I first saw you
by the river."

"I know. I saw you checking me out," Cynthia said, flattered by
the comment.

"You just weren't what I expected ... being a hitman's wife.
Besides, I wasn't the only one doing the checking out."

"You're right. So is this all you wanted to do?" queried
Cynthia, knowing full well the answer she was going to get.

"No. I want to do a lot more. Starting with this."

Jill spun Cynthia around and caught her lips in a passionate
embrace. The kiss was returned by Cynthia with equal fervour and
in a few short seconds her tongue was insinuating its way into
Jill's mouth. It was a feeling that neither woman had ever felt
before and one that they wanted repeated over and over again.
The kissing continued for some time with both women using their
hands to freely explore the firm & supple contours of the
other's body.

When the kiss finally ended, with both women needing to come up
for air, Cynthia hands rested inside the black pants Jill had
on ... cupping Jill's ass, while Jill had her left hand on the
back of Cynthia's neck and her right hand underneath the light
blue blouse holding a handful of flesh.

"Wow," giggled Jill, thrilled that the kiss had lived up to her
lofty expectations of what it would be like.

"Relax, this is just the beginning," replied Cynthia. With that
she insistently maneuvered Jill backwards onto the bed behind
her. After a few more kisses Cynthia was able to quickly remove
Jill's pants and jersey, leaving her clad in only her bra &
panties.

"I am so wet for you," Jill moaned breathily.

Cynthia believed it, but just to make sure ran her fingers down
the cotton fabric covering Jill's rapidly dampening mound.
Bringing her fingers up to her face, Cynthia inhaled the
intoxicating scent that was emanating from Jill's most special
place. It had to be the sweetest odor in the world, or at least
the sweetest she had ever come across.

"Ooooohhhh, you really want it don't you," Cynthia rhetorically
asked, looking up at Jill.

She also noticed that Jill had already removed her own bra
exposing her flawless breasts. Without wasting any more time
Cynthia went eagerly to her task of stimulating Jill's nipples,
trying to make them as hard as possible. It was going to be a
difficult task with Jill's arousal level nearing a peak, but it
didn't slow Cynthia from licking the swollen nubs ... flicking
her tongue as quickly as she could over the pointed areola.

Those actions combined with taking a decent amount of cleavage
into her mouth caused Jill to moan in ecstasy, her breathing a
lot deeper than when they had started.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Cynthia shimmied Jill's panties
down her legs exposing her slit, already wet with anticipation.
Cynthia knew what Jill wanted but tortured her, slowly kissing
her way down her torso .... pausing to swirl her tongue inside
her belly-button, eventually stopping just above the neatly
trimmed patch of hair above her clit.

Teasingly Cynthia took a swipe at Jill's clit with her tongue,
barely touching it ... but it had the desired effect. Jill
jerked her hips, almost involuntarily. Finally getting a chance
to release their pent-up lust, built up on the airplane, was a
relief that was difficult to be put into words.

"Ohhhhh god, it's never felt this good before," Jill admitted,
anxiously awaiting Cynthia's tongue inside her.

"It only gets better."

With that Cynthia lowered her head between Jill's legs and went
to the task at hand. Easing apart Jill's pussylips with her
forefingers Cynthia gingerly lapped at the erect clit hood in
front of her. While doing this Cynthia had managed to get her
own pants down and was able to run her fingers up & down her own
slit and occasionally into her pussy.

Alternating between slow & fast licks and sucking the hood into
her mouth, Cynthia was able to steer Jill towards a momentous
orgasm. Even though this was her first time Cynthia discovered
she had a natural affinity for this and was having no problem in
controlling how and when Jill was getting off, a fact that
turned her on to no end.

Cynthia was revelling in the differences compared to being with
a man, the softness ... not to mention the taste being the
obvious ones. The same feeling applied to Jill, for no one had
ever made her feel this ... alive.

Jill's cries of ecstasy filled the room, begging Cynthia to make
her come. Deciding that Jill had suffered long enough,
although `suffered' hardly seemed like an appropriate
description, Cynthia jammed her tongue deep into Jill's cunt
tasting the delicious nectar she had been eliciting. Looking
down and seeing this gorgeous woman with her face jammed between
her thighs was more than enough for Jill, and she exploded in
sexual rapture.

"Oh god .... oh god .... ohhhh, yeeeaaahhhhhh. So goood," was
all Jill could mumble, combined with some unintelligible groans,
as she pulled Cynthia up for a tender kiss ... tasting herself
on those lips and `that' tongue.

"You're incredible!" Jill exclaimed. "Are you sure that was your
first time?"

"Yeah, I guess I'm just a natural," Cynthia modestly replied,
pulling Jill in for another carnal kiss.

"How would you like me to return the favour?"

Immediately Cynthia was up in a flash ... naked, save for her
panties - straddling Jill's head. "Does that answer your
question?"

"I'm guessing ... yes,"  Jill answered, both cracking up with
laughter.

Pulling aside the underwear, Jill wormed her tongue inside
Cynthia's snatch ...  lapping out the hot juice from inside.
Maybe even better than that was that Jill was able to maintain
eye contact with Cynthia, watching the reaction that Cynthia was
experiencing from the vigorous tongue-fuck she was receiving.

"Yessssss, ohhhhhh yeeeeaaaahhhhhh. You do that so well baby."

"You like that?" Jill asked, stopping momentarily.

"Hell yeah. Lick my pussy right there, right there .... just
don't stop ..." came the plea from Cynthia.

Jill had found a groove and was making steady progress at
bringing her lover to a state of orgasmic bliss. She seemed to
know just where to go and for how long. Cynthia was starting to
believe that the saying was true ... `Only a woman truly knows
how to please another woman.'

"Hold on," Cynthia said, "let me turn around." A couple of
seconds later they were in a sixty-nine, able to pleasure each
other simultaneously ... making the experience even more
pleasurable.

Jill went back to work, sliding her tongue up & down the length
of Cynthia's sex and finally into the crease of her pussy
causing her to buck harder against her Jill's face and bringing
a muffled cry of enjoyment from Cynthia, herself already
occupied with trying to coax another orgasm from Jill. At the
beginning of the day, neither had any knowledge of what the
world of Sappho was like and yet here they were ... more
fulfilled sexually than ever before and willing & able to try
bring the other to the same place of joy they had were at.

A few minutes later, and after some expert effort, both reached
their climaxes ... their moans of fulfilment filling the night
air. For awhile they just laid there, not speaking at all.

Finally Jill broke the silence. "What's wrong?"

"Well you had two orgasms, I only had one," Cynthia answered,
pouting slightly.

"Don't worry baby. We've got all night to remedy that
situation," Jill replied.

"And the rest of our lives," Cynthia added, looking at Jill's
enchanting face for her reaction.

"And the rest of our lives," Jill repeated. "Now I don't know
about you but I'm famished. All I've had is airline food in the
last 10 hours. Wanna order room service?"

"Absolutely. Besides I think you're going to need your strength
tonight," Cynthia offered, pulling Jill in for another searing
kiss that took both of their breaths away.

--------

Lying in bed later that night, exhausted from their activities
earlier in the evening, Jill noticed that Cynthia seemed
distracted.

"What are you thinking about?" she queried.

Looking back at her newfound lover Cynthia sighed and
answered, "Oz. I realise I didn't love him, but I feel bad about
Jimmy killing him."

"I know. I worked with him for three weeks. He was a nice
guy ... but he would probably would killed himself eventually."

Cynthia looked puzzled at the comment before Jill quickly
elaborated, "Dentists having such high suicide rates. Is there
something else?"

Cynthia paused for a moment before stating what they had both
realised when they had left the bank to embark on a new life
together. "Yes there is. You know Jimmy & Frankie are going to
come looking for the money. And us."

Jill moved over, wrapping her arms around her bed companion ...
allowing Cynthia to rest her head on her shoulder, before softly
saying, "Don't worry. I'll protect you ... if they ever find us."

THE END


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