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Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 13:10:03 -0400
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	Just Her Luck
	by Ann Douglas

	"Fifteen minutes.  All I needed was another fifteen minutes
and I would've been on the way home,"  Joey Greer said to herself
as she struggled to keep her umbrella from blowing away in the
strong wind.

	That thought was small comfort to the twenty-one year old
as she was already soaked to the skin by the sudden downpour.
The short haired redhead didn't know who she was angrier with at
the moment, the insufferably cheerful weather girl on Channel Two
who casually mentioned a slight chance of a shower in the early
evening, or her boss at the drugstore who had asked her to make a
quick delivery on her way home, insuring that she wasn't already on
the bus, warm and still dry.

	After careful deliberation, helped along by her having to
twist her five foot five form into a pretzel to avoid the splash of a
truck racing through a large puddle on the curb, Joey made a
choice.  As nice as it would be to have her hands around the
weather girl's neck, it would be much more satisfying to have them
around Kevin's.

	Joey had finished her shift at the SVC Pharmacy over on
Eighty-third Street and was halfway out the door when Kevin
West, the assistant manager, had stopped her.  She should've
realized, Joey thought later, that something was up when Kevin
asked her if she still went over to Seventy-fifth Street to catch
the bus.  The question caught her off guard, so instead of saying
that she was going in the other direction today, she said yes she
did.

	"Great,"  Kevin had said, flashing that smile that Joey found
so condescending.  "Then you can do the store a big favor and drop
a prescription off on Sixty-ninth and Third, it's only a few blocks
out of your way.  Mr. Collins asked me to make sure that it went
out as soon as it was ready and Bobby won't be back for another
hour at least.  You don't mind, do you?"

	Actually, Joey did mind, she minded it a great deal.  Kevin
seemed to go out of his way to make sure she got more than her
share of the dirty jobs.  Part of that could've been attributed to
the fact that she was the new girl, having been there only a few
months.  That much she could accept.  What really bothered her
was that she was sure that the other part of it was because he
had asked her out when she had finished her probationary period
and she had turned him down flat.

	While he never said anything about it afterwards, or
repeated the offer, one of the other girls had told her that he
wasn't the kind of guy who took rejection well.  Still, she couldn't
shake the feeling that he went out of his way to dump things on
her.  There were times she wondered if maybe she should've given
him a reason.  That she didn't date older men, or men shorter than
herself.  Or she could've been totally honest and told him that his
chances of getting into her pants were the same as any other man,
totally zero.

	Still, despite all of that, she hadn't refused to play delivery
girl.  The request, however indirectly, had come from Mr. Collins,
the store manager.  Additionally, she had been late twice in the
last two weeks and no one had made a big deal about it.  So she had
given him an equally fake smile and taken the bag.  As she started
down the street, she hoped that S. Carter, the name on the label,
appreciated the door-to-door service.

	All of this, of course, was before she reached Seventy-first
Street and the sky had opened up with such force as to make her
feel like someone had dumped a bucket of water over her head.  By
the time she walked up the steps of the townhouse a few blocks
later, she felt like she'd jumped to a pool with her clothes on.
With all the stores on the street already closed, there was no
escaping the rain.

	At the top of the stairs, Joey closed her all but useless
umbrella and rang the small intercom by the door.  Less than a
minute later a woman's voice answered, asking who was there.

	"SVC Pharmacy,"  Joey said into the speaker/receiver,  "I
have a delivery for Carter."

	"I'll be right down,"  the voice said.

			-=-=-=-

	When she had first started at SVC, Joey had made a few
deliveries when they were really busy.  She remembered two of
them on this block.  If S. Carter ran true to form for the
residents in this area, it was the maid who was on the way down to
deal with her.  The owner of the house would be far too important
to deal with the little people who made deliveries and such.

	With that in mind, she was surprised when the door opened
and there stood a thirty-something woman, her shoulder length
blond hair tied back in a ponytail.  Wearing a white blouse, black
slacks and a cashmere sweater that Joey guessed cost more than
she made in a week, the interim delivery girl changed her opinion of
this being the maid.  Even more surprising were the first words out
of the woman's mouth when she saw how wet the girl was.

	"Oh my goodness, you're positively soaked,"  the five foot,
six woman gasped as she reached out and pulled Joey into the
vestibule.  "You come inside this minute."

	The redhead had no chance to object as the woman took her
useless umbrella out of her hand, putting it and the plastic bag
with the medication on a nearby table.  Then she just as quickly
pealed off the equally drenched windbreaker off Joey's back and
draped it across a row of wall hooks.

	"What kind of idiot sends a person out in weather like this
to make a delivery?"  she asked rhetorically as she turned back to
face the younger woman.

	Joey was about to say that it hadn't been raining when she
left the drug store, but decided that since Kevin was an idiot for
so many other reasons, she wouldn't debate the issue.  She was
more interested in the way this woman, who for some reason
seemed familiar, continued to surprise her.

	"Why don't you step inside the parlor and dry off by the
fire,"  the woman went on as she motioned to the room to the left.
"I'll get you a towel for your hair."

	Joey thanked the woman for the unexpected kindness, then
watched her as she walked down the hall and disappeared behind
another door.  Turning in the direction she had pointed, Joey
reasoned that if not the maid, the woman had to be some kind of
employee of the person who owned the house.  Someone who still
had enough of a connection with working people to have felt sorry
for the rain soaked girl.  Possibly she had been in the drug store
before and that was why she seemed familiar.

	"You think I'd remember an ass like that,"  Joey mused as
she stepped into the sitting room.

	The room looked larger than her studio apartment, filled
with overstuffed chairs and dominated by a large fireplace, the
warmth of which could be felt even in the doorway.  It was only
when she stepped over to the fire that Joey realized just how wet
she really was.

	"Here you go,"  the blond haired woman said as she entered
the room and handed Joey a towel.

	"Thank you,"  Joey said as she began to dry her hair.  "I'm
afraid I'm dripping all over your floor."

	"Don't worry about it,"  she smiled, bringing another sense
of recognition to Joey.  "A little water isn't going to hurt it and
besides, it's not my house.  I'm only borrowing it for the week."

	"Oh,"  Joey said as she finished drying off her hair,
wondering what this woman's story was and more importantly, why
she couldn't remember where she'd seen her before.

	"I really feel bad about you getting so wet bringing me what
turned out to be a needless prescription,"  the blond said.  "It
seemed like I'd forgotten my medication back in Los Angeles and
had my doctor call in a replacement.  Then, about a half hour ago, I
found it in my bag."

	"Well it was an honest mistake,"  Joey smiled to show she
wasn't upset about getting doused for nothing.

	"I think that the fire, nice as it might be, really isn't going
to do the job,"  she said as she noticed that Joey's blouse and
jeans were still quite wet.  "If you want, there's a laundry room
down at the end of the hall.  You could toss it all in the dryer and it
should be done in a half hour or so.  There's a robe hanging on the
door that you could wear in the meantime."

	Joey looked at the woman with suspicion for a few moments,
wondering if she might have some ulterior motive in wanting her to
get naked.  Not that she would really mind if she did.  Joey didn't
normally go for women older than herself, but this woman was
definitely first class and it had been almost four months since her
now ex-lover, Sonija, had moved out of their apartment and her
life.

	"Sounds like a plan,"  Joey smiled again and followed her
down the hall to the laundry room.

	Joey felt a slight sense of regret when, after opening the
door and giving a quick explanation how to use the dryer, the
woman excused herself and said she'd meet her guest back in the
parlor.  She had almost hoped that her benefactor was planning
something.

	"Oh by the way,"  the woman said, pausing in mid-step and
turning around.  "Can I get you something to drink to help warm you
up.  Coffee, Tea, or maybe something stronger?"

	"Coffee would be fine,"  Joey replied, thinking that there
was another way she preferred to be warmed up.  One that Sonija
had been especially good at.  "Cream and sugar if you could."

	"Not a problem,"  the blond said as again she disappeared.

			-=-=-=-

	Joey began to unbutton her blouse when she saw her
reflection in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door.
Wet as her shirt was, coupled with the fact that she didn't wear a
bra, her nipples and the surrounding areola were highly visible.
There was no way the older woman couldn't have noticed them.  As
she continued to strip, the twenty-one year old idly wondered what
she had thought of them, if anything.

	Dropping everything she had been wearing into the dryer,
including the cotton panties, Joey again took a moment to look at
her nude body in the mirror.  It was a body she was proud of, slim
and well toned, with breasts just big enough to compliment her
form.  The redhead liked the size and shape of her own mounds,
yet preferred larger on other women.  Sonija had a very nice pair,
she remembered, thinking for a moment how nice they felt in her
hands, and in her mouth.  From what she could see of the lady of
the house through her blouse and sweater, hers were nicely shaped
as well.

	"Put your eyes back in your sockets, girl,"  Joey grinned to
herself as she put on the robe, taking note of how soft the
material felt against her flesh.  "Not every woman you meet is
going to want to get naked.  Even if you sometimes wish it was that
way."

	Wrapped in the silk robe and leaving her damp shoes by the
dryer as well, Joey headed back to the parlor and her waiting
coffee.

			-=-=-=-

	"Thank you,"  Joey said as she took the cup of coffee and
tasted it.  "Mmmm, this is very good."

	"It's a special blend,"  the woman offered as she directed
Joey to the two chairs closest to the fire, each of them sitting
down in one.  "I really like it.  The owners of the house always have
a supply of it on hand."

	"What's it called?"  Joey asked, thinking that if it wasn't
too expensive she might like to buy some for herself.

	"I'll write it down for you before you go,"  she said, taking a
sip from her own mug.

	"Not that I want to look a gift house in the mouth,"  Joey
said after thanking her once more, "but I have to say you're very
different from the kind of person I expected to find on this block.
Most of your neighbors wouldn't even have noticed how soaked I
was, much less have cared."

	"Well, I guess that even though I've had some success in my
life, I try to remember where I came from.  My family was working
class and I started out that way too."  she said.  "But I know what
you mean.  Most of my neighbors back in Los Angeles and the
people I work with are pretty much like that."

	"Is that where you're from?"  Joey asked, taking another
drink of the wonderful coffee.

	"Actually, I grew up less than fifteen miles from here, in
Apple Ridge,"  the woman grinned,  "it's just that most of my work
these days is out on the West Coast."

	"What kind of work do you do?"  Joey asked.

	"Oh different things,"  she answered enigmatically.  "I like a
variety."

	"I just realized something,"  Joey said.  "You've been so nice
to me and I never even asked your name.  I'm Josephine Greer, but
everyone calls me Joey."

	"It's Sara,"  the blond said as she finished the last of her
coffee.

	"S. Carter, of course,"  Joey said, remembering the name on
the prescription.   "Well, I can honestly say that I'm very glad to
meet you Sara."

	"And I you, Joey Greer,"  Sara smiled,  "it's been too long
since I've had the chance to just chat with someone and not have
to worry what they wanted from me."

	A sudden thought of what she would like from the pretty
woman sitting across from her flashed through Joey's mind.  Proof
once more that it had been far too long since she'd slept with
anyone.  She gave herself another mental "down girl" and changed
the subject.

	"It's funny, but I keep getting the feeling that I've seen
you somewhere before,"  Joey said as she finished the last of her
own coffee.  "Maybe you just remind me of someone I know but for
the life of me I can't remember who it...."

	Joey abruptly stopped in mid sentence as the pieces of her
puzzle suddenly fell into place.  How could she have not realized it
before.

	"My God,"  she gasped, her voice cracking.  "Sara Carter, ...
you're Sara Lynn Carter, the actress!"

	"Guilty as charged,"  Sara said as she waved her coffee cup
in salute at Joey finally figuring it out.

	"I've never met a celebrity before in my life,"  Joey
continued to gush.

	"And you haven't met one now,"  Sara insisted,  "I'm no
different than you or anyone else.  I'm not one of those people who
think that just because you make movies that you're somehow
better than other people."

	"But you are so great."  Joey went on, "I can't believe I
didn't recognize you."

	"Well when I'm working I usually wear contacts,"  Sara said
as she touched the rim of her thin, black metal eyeglass frames.

	"It can't just be that,"  Joey said.

	"I don't know,"  Sara smiled,  "it always worked for Clark
Kent."

	It took a moment for Joey to get the joke, but she laughed
when she did.

	"I still feel silly for not recognizing you,"  the younger
woman said.  "I must've seen ''Hearts Of Stone'' twenty times."

	Sara shook her head slightly.  She had made twenty-two
movies since she landed her first role at eighteen and the one
everyone always talked about was 'Hearts Of Stone'.  Still, it
wasn't surprising.  Like Sharon Stone in 'Basic Instinct', the role
had drawn attention to her in a way nothing she had done before or
since.

	It had been a role that her agent and a number of friends
had advised her not to take, if for no other reason, that the
character she would be playing was a teacher having a secret
lesbian affair with one of her colleagues.  It was a role too close to
a truth better kept private in their opinion.  She had tossed aside
their concerns saying she didn't see what the problem was. After
all, she had never been a teacher.

	Yet the film had turned out to be the sleeper hit of the
summer two years ago, fueled in no little part by a rather explicit
love scene between the two principal characters.  Contrary to her
friends' worry, Sara had not been outed by the movie and had gone
on to become an A List Actress.

	"My ex and I the saw the movie on our first date,"  Joey
went on,  "Sonija couldn't stop talking about it for weeks."

	The reference to Joey's ex didn't escape Sara's attention.
Unless she was dating a man with a definitely unmasculine name,
the younger woman and she had a lot more in common that she
might realize.

	"Could I ask a question?"  Joey asked.

	"Sure."

	"I'll understand if I'm going over the line here,"  she went
on,  "but there's something that we used to wonder about."

	"I've never been offended by any question,"  Sara said,  "but
I always reserve the right not to answer them."

	"That's fair,"  the redhead said.

	Joey paused, thinking about how best to phrase her
question.  As she did, Sara wondered if it was the question people
most asked about that role.  The one she had worked out a set
answer for a long time ago.

	"In the movie, you and that other actress, the one that
played Miss Thompson, I don't remember her name,"  Joey began.

	"Diane Gallagher."

	"That's right, Diane Gallagher,"  Joey repeated.  "Well there
was that part in the movie where you and her, well I mean when...
I'm afraid I'm really not sure how to ask it.  I know the two of you
are actresses and it was just a role that someone wrote, but Sonija
and I always wondered if there was something more to it than just
play acting.  I mean it seemed so real and ..."

	It had been the question Sara expected, one that had been
asked countless times since the movie first came out.  Normally,
Sara usually made a joke about it, saying that at the time she
never realized her performance would be so convincing.  Yet, for
some reason she really wasn't sure of, the thirty-three year old
didn't want to give that stock answer.

	The true answer to the question, if she ever wanted to give
it, was that it was indeed the result of some fine acting.  And one
of the key ingredients to a good performance, as one of her early
teachers had repeatedly told her, was practice, practice, and more
practice.  A little smile formed at the corners of Sara's  mouth as
the actress remembered all the nights she and Diane had spent
doing just that.  By the time that scene had finally been filmed,
there hadn't been an inch of the other's body that both of them
weren't intimately familiar with.

	"It looks like it's stopped raining,"  Sara said as she took a
few more moments to consider her answer.

	Joey turned and looked out the window, confirming that the
intense storm had indeed burned itself out and the sky had begun
to clear.  It reminded her that her clothes should just be about
dry as well.  As if in response to that thought, the dryer buzzer
went off, confirming her guess.

	"Well I guess that's my cue,"  she said as she rose to her
feet.  She thanked Sara again, both for the coffee and her
kindness.  As to her question, she now assumed Sara was exercising
her right not to answer.

	Joey had gotten as far as the door to the hall when Sara
finally spoke.

	"Why don't we just say that there was nothing in that
particular movie that I didn't enjoy and leave it at that,"  she said.

	The slim redhead took more from Sara's smile than anything
she actually said.  It was a smile reflected on her own face.

			-=-=-=-

	The clothes out of the dryer felt warm against her skin as
Joey put them back on.  Not as warm, however, as the feeling she
had deep inside to now know the answer to a long held question.

	Fully dressed, she walked back to the front door where Sara
was waiting.  One last time, Joey thanked Sara for her hospitality.

	"It was my pleasure,"  she smiled.

	Joey turned to leave, then paused.  A thought had passed
through her mind while she was getting dressed.  One she thought
silly, but one that wouldn't go away.

	"Sara, I was wondering,"  she said,  "if maybe one of these
nights you might like to go out for coffee or something.  I know
that the answer is probably no, but if I didn't ask, I'd always
wonder what you might have said if I had."

	Sara took another long pause before giving an answer,
leading Joey to think the older woman was  trying to politely
decline.  Like she said, it was the answer she expected, but at least
she would have tried.

	"Well, we sort of already had coffee, didn't we?" she said,
prefacing what Joey was sure was a thanks but no thanks.  "So if
maybe you'd like to have dinner instead, say tomorrow night,  I'd
say yes."

	"That's okay I expected...."  Joey started to say to the reply
she expected, then realized that it hadn't been no.  "I mean, yes,
that would be great."

	"Tomorrow night then, say about seven?  Can meet me
here?."

	It was a still stunned Joey that nodded her head in
acknowledgment and headed down the stoop to the now dry street
below.

			-=-=-=-

	"I hope you didn't get too wet last night,"  Kevin said to
Joey when he saw her the following morning, his voice filled with a
false concern.

	"Not in the least,"  Joey lied, her smile giving credibility to
her words.  "In fact, I was already on the bus by the time the rain
started.

	"Oh that's good,"  Kevin said before he turned his attention
to something else, but not without his disappointment showing.  "I
was afraid you'd be wet all the way home."

	"I just bet you were,"  Joey thought as she too went back to
the task she had been dealing with.  A small chuckle filled her
when she thought that she had indeed been a little wet on the bus
ride home.  A wetness that had been centered between her legs.

	A few minutes later, just as she finished restocking the
shelves in aisle five,  Debbie Harris came up to her.  She and
Debbie had become pretty good friends in the few months Joey
had worked here.  Or at last as good friends as she could become
with anyone in the store.

	"What did you do to piss off, Kevin?"  Debbie whispered as
she leaned close, her long black hair falling across her face.

	"Nothing that I know of,"  Joey whispered back,  "except
maybe not fall for one of his little pranks.  Why?"

	"I was just wondering because he seems to be in a bad
mood,"  she explained.  "Mr. Collins yelled at him this morning about
not personally delivering some prescription that he told him to and
then he seemed to be even more ticked off after talking to you."

	"How did Mr. Collins know Kevin didn't personally deliver the
prescription?"  Joey asked, trying to make it sound like it was just
idle curiosity.

	"I think the customer called up and said something about
sending the delivery boy out in that rainstorm last night,"  Debbie
offered.  "I thought it nice that someone would do that.  Bobby
works real hard to get his deliveries done as fast as he can."

	"I guess he does,"  Joey said, glad that no one knew she had
been the one Kevin had given the package to drop off.

	"Feel like going out tonight?"  Debbie asked, changing the
subject,  "Carol, Trish and I are going to go over to Kelligan's. Lot
of nice guys there on a Friday night."

	"I think I'll pass,"  Joey said,  "I have other plans."

	In the past, Joey had gone alone with the other girls when
they went out after work.  Not to troll for guys of course, but just
to enjoy the company of friends.  One of these days, she probably
would let it slip to her co-workers about her sexual orientation.
After all, it really wasn't a secret since most of her family already
knew.  She just found that it sometimes put other women on the
defensive and it was best to let them get to know you first and not
some label that they might have stereotypes about.

	On the other hand, if she had thought for a moment that
Debbie might have been interested, Joey would've certainly asked
her out.  The twenty-three year old was everything she liked in a
woman.  But, after only knowing her a short time, it was obvious to
Joey that the long haired brunette was only interested in sharing
her bed with men.  If she had thought otherwise, Joey had mused
at the time, she might've been tempted to violate her own strict
rule about not dating anyone she worked with.  Even in straight
relationships, dating on the job could be a real problem if things
went bad.  Especially in a small store like this one.

	"Hot date?"  Debbie asked.

	"Maybe,"  Joey said in a hopeful voice.

	"Well maybe one of us will get lucky tonight,"  the dark
haired woman laughed.

	Joey just grinned, thinking that wouldn't be bad at all.

			-=-=-=-

	The end of the workday couldn't come fast enough for Joey.
She had made arrangements to take her lunch break at the end of
the day and head home early.  Normally, if one of the girls were
going out someplace special after work, they would bring a change
of clothes and just dress in the bathroom.  That wasn't good
enough for Joey, at least not tonight.  Even if it meant traveling all
the way downtown and back, she wanted to shower and change
before her dinner date.

			-=-=-=-

	Quickly stripping off her work clothes, Joey stepped into
the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower.  It took a
few minutes to warm up to a comfortable temperature, but as soon
as it did, she stepped under the pulsating jets.

	Closing her eyes, Joey enjoyed the warmth of the water
running across her back.  The opportunity to wash off the day's
grime more than justified the long trip home.  There were few
features in the studio apartment that could really be called
desirable, but if she tried to list them, the glass walled shower
would be at the top of her list.

	She tilted the showerhead to a lower angle, causing the
water to gently caress her body.  With her eyes still closed, she
could imagine the touch of a lover's hand against her skin.
Savoring the sensation, her hand brushed against the handle,
increasing the pressure as she began to caress her breasts.
Shifting her legs as she played with her now erect nipples, she
directed the flow of water between her legs, causing a rush as the
flow made contact with her clitoris.  Pulling the long armed
showerhead further down, she spread her legs wider.

	Her other hand brushed against the flow control once more,
causing the water to massage her ever stronger.  Small waves of
gratification danced across her body, ripples that translated into
soft cries.  Delights that triggered cherished memories.

	Back when she shared the tiny apartment with Sonija, the
shower had been their favorite place to make love.  The enclosure
had really only been designed for one, which only made it more fun
to squeeze two of them in there.  As she soaped herself up, Joey's
thoughts drifted back to those fun days.  Specifically, the first
time the two of them had used the shower together.

	"Need someone to help with your back?"  Sonija asked
through the glass door.

	"I don't think we could both fit in here,"  Joey called out as
she once more took in the narrow confines of the stall.  Her voice
carried more than a touch of disappointment in its tone.

	"Oh I'm sure there's enough room,"  Sonija laughed,
"especially if we both get all wet and soapy."

	Not waiting for an answer, Sonija opened the shower door,
sending a spray of water across the tiled floor.  Joey's first
reaction was to say something about the mess being made,
especially since she knew from experience the tiles leaked, but
quickly lost that thought when she saw that her new roommate was
already naked.

	Sonija Vazquez stood three inches taller than Joey, with a
much larger build.  Her most prominent features, aside from her
light brown skin, were long jet black hair, which she wore in a braid
and a pair of oversized breasts.  Sweet mounds which, politically
incorrect or not, were the first thing that drew the redhead to
the twenty year old.

	Sonija stepped into the shower, squeezing in behind the
smaller girl.  It was a tight fit, but neither minded the press of
their flesh against the other.  Taking the soapy cloth from Joey's
hand, she began to rub it across her back.  Sliding it down, she ran
the small cloth across the redhead's ass, covering that with a
spread of bubbles as well.  Then, with a gleam in her eye, she let
the wash rag slip from her fingers and grabbed Joey's cheeks.

	"Hey!"  Joey shouted, caught by surprise.

	"Hush,"  Sonija whispered into her ear, running her hands up
the length of Joey's wet body until they converged on her small
breasts.  "You know you love this."

	Joey's mock anger quickly faded as she felt her lover's
hands massaging her round globes.  They had been dating three
months now and had moved in together two days before.  This was
the first night they had both been home.

	"If you'll turn around, I'll wash your front too,"  Sonija said
with a grin.

	"You dropped your washcloth,"  Joey countered, tilting her
head back so that she could kiss the woman pressed against her
back.

	"I'll improvise,"  Sonija smiled as she returned the kiss.  "I
know you love it when I improvise."

	Still tight in her embrace,  Joey turned in Sonija's arms so
that they were face to face.  Their lips met again as she opened
her mouth wide to let her lover's nimble tongue slide over hers.  No
longer in any rush, she just stood there in the artificial rain and
reveled in their mutual pleasure.


	Filling her palms with liquid soap from the dispenser, Sonija
began to wash Joey's breasts with the flat of her hands.  She
drew tight circles around the small pink centers, then moved
outward until she held a globe in each hand.  The dark haired
woman stepped back as far as she could, letting the overhead
spray wash away the bubbles, then bent down to kiss each one.

	Wrapping her hands around Joey's waist, Sonija's kisses of
the soft, wet flesh became more intense as she shifted the pert
nipples into her mouth.  Joey closed her eyes and bent her head
back, letting the water rain down on her face as she enjoyed the
twin sensations.

	She realized a few moments later that Sonija had somehow
managed to work her way down onto the shower floor.  There, she
lifted one of Joey's legs, exposing the freshly shaved mound
within.  Sonija smiled when she saw the gift, the result of her
having casually mentioned once that nothing turned her on more
than a bare pussy.

	With Joey's bare womanhood directly above her, Sonija
lifted her legs just far enough to press her darting tongue deep
inside.  Quickly finding the exposed clitoris, the Puerto Rican
woman began to lick it.  A touch that sent moans of pleasure
spilling from Joey's lips.  Her hands held on to the legs alongside
her face as the two of them rocked back and forth.

	Their rhythm and the movement of Sonija's tongue grew in
intensity, as did the orgasm building inside Joey.  The strokes
became shorter as she applied more pressure.  The redhead was
just about to explode when the taller woman pulled them even
closer together and buried her face deep in her mound.

	Joey's knees grew weak as she climaxed.   A climax even
more explosive than the last she had enjoyed at her lover's tongue.
One that would always stay in her memory.


	A memory that faded as Joey remember that Sonija
belonged in the past and Sara, while she might not be her future,
at least belonged to her present.  A present that she had better
pay more attention to.

	Stepping out of that shower, Joey took a moment to look at
herself in the mirror that hung on the bathroom door.  The mirror
was pretty cheap as compared to the one she admired herself in
yesterday, but it still got the job done.

	Joey turned around slowly, again taking note that she still
had a lean, tight body.  For the first few months after Sonija had
left, she hadn't paid much attention to her diet or how often she
made it to the gym.  She was glad to see that little damage had
been done from that period.

	Moving her gaze down below her waste, the large patch of
red hair brought a frown.  Again, it was an area that had been
neglected somewhat since her lover had left.

	The thought caused a sudden flush through her body as she
remembered once more how nice it had felt when Sonija used her
tongue on the area in question.  The girl had been phenomenal, Joey
recalled, able to go at it for more than an hour when she was in the
mood.  An hour that the redhead liked to describe as the nearest
thing to heaven on Earth.  She found herself wondering if Sara
might be like that.

	"Let's not let our imagination get too far away from us,"
Joey told the little voice in her head as she dismissed the memory.
Still, even as it faded, she found herself wondering how much hair
Sara preferred on a woman.

	Glancing up at the time on the small clock that hung from a
wall hook, she decided that she wouldn't have time to do anything
about her hair there anyway.  It was clean and soft, it anything
came of tonight, that would have to do.

	Moving to her bedroom, she put on panties,  deciding to skip
a bra once more.  It was rare that she wore one at all, and Sara
didn't seem to mind it yesterday.  The dress she had laid out for
herself was a nice light blue, sleeveless number.  More conservative
than some of her dating outfits, it still was tight enough to show
she was all woman beneath it.  After selecting matching shoes, she
finished her ensemble with a small gold chain that she'd had since
her high school days.

	It was a favorite piece of jewelry and had always brought
her luck.  A gift from the girl who had been her very first lover
back during senior year.  Every time she put it on, she always took
a moment to think of Carol London and the whole new world she
had opened Joey's eyes to.  Wherever Carol was now, Joey hope
that she was happy with her life.

	A few more minutes to apply her lipstick and the lightest of
makeup and Joey was out the door.  It wouldn't do to climb back
into a bus dressed up like she was, especially during this time of
day.  So she had decided to splurge and had called a few minutes
before for a cab.

			-=-=-=-

	By the time Joey was again standing at the door to Sara's
borrowed townhouse, she was feeling more than a little nervous.
Was she reading more into all of this than she should?  The more
she thought about, the more possible it was that Sara just thought
it might be a nice distraction to have dinner with a fan.

	"Well if that's all it is,"  she promised herself, "I'll just
make the most of it."

	She rang the intercom and waited for a response.  Two
minutes passed, then four and Joey began to worry that maybe
Sara had to leave suddenly for some reason.  It hadn't occurred to
her in the excitement of meeting the actress last night to leave
her cell phone number with her.

	Finally the door opened and there stood the Sara Lynn
Carter that Joey would've recognized anywhere.  Gone were the
thin glasses of the night before, replaced by the contacts she had
mentioned.  Also gone was the simple ponytail as her hair was now
done in an elaborate weave.  She wore a red dress, not that
different in basic design from the one Joey wore, but it was a
certainty that it hadn't come from the racks at the Mall.  Sara
also had a lot more to fill it with as well.

	"My, don't you look lovely,"  Sara said as she stepped aside
to let Joey in.

	"Thank you,"  she replied.  "I hope I'm not too early."

	"Not at all,"  Sara said as she closed the door behind them.
"Our car should be here in a little while."

	"Our car?"  Joey inquired.

	"My friend who owns this house also provided a car and
driver for my use while I'm here in the city,"  the actress
explained.  "I really hadn't made much use of it before, but
figured it would be easier at night than trying to catch cabs."

	"That makes sense,"  Joey said, thinking how hard it
sometimes was to get a cab in the city, especially on a Friday night.

	"Would you like a drink while we're waiting?"  Sara asked.

	A drink would certainly feel good right now, Joey thought,
but nervous as she was, drinking on an empty stomach was not a
good idea.  So she declined the offer.

	The two waited in the parlor, making small talk about the
cable film project Sara had come East to talk to the Network
about.  To Joey, it was a whole different world than the one she
lived in.  One that sounded exciting and new.

	"You know, I was wondering something last night, but never
got a chance to ask,"  Joey said.

	"Hopefully, not another question about 'Hearts Of Stone',"
Sara laughed.

	"No, it's just a general question."

	"Fire away then,"  Sara said as she leaned back in the plush
chair.

	"I see on all the shows about Hollywood that most stars have
a bunch of people to do things for them,  what they call ... oh I
forget what they call them."  she said.

	"An entourage?"  Sara asked.

	"That's it,"  Joey smiled.  "An entourage or at least some
kind of assistant that runs errands and takes care of things for
you.  I was wondering why you didn't have anyone like that."

	"Well as far as not having an entourage,"  the blonde
explained,  "I've made it pretty clear how I feel about the
self-serving phonies in Hollywood.  The last thing I'd want is to
have a bunch of them around me all the time. I used to have an
assistant, a very nice young man named Robert who handled my life
better than I ever did."

	"What happened to him?"  a curious Joey asked.

	"He met another nice young man and the two of them moved
to San Francisco,"  Sara smiled.  "I still get a card from them on
my birthday every year."

	A ringing noise from Sara's purse cut off any further
conversation as she reached in and pulled out her cell phone.
Pressing a button to bring up a text message, she read it and put
the phone back in her bag.

	"Our ride is outside,"  she announced as she rose to her feet.

	Joey stood up as well, following Sara into the hall.  The older
woman paused just long enough to activate the alarm system and
they were both out the door.

			-=-=-=-

	When Sara had mentioned that she had a car at her
disposal, Joey never realized that it would be a plush limousine.
The closest she had ever come to riding in a car like that was her
sister's wedding when she was a bridesmaid.

	The driver, dressed in a chauffeur's uniform, was waiting on
the curb by the rear door.  As they came down the steps and
approached the car, he tipped his hat to them.

	"Good Evening, Miss Carter,"  he said as he opened the door
for them.

	"Good Evening, Charles,"  Sara said, "Lovely night for a drive,
isn't it?"

	"Indeed, Ma'am,"  the silver haired fifty-two year old
replied as the two ladies climbed into the back and he closed the
door behind them.

	Charles quickly moved to the front and started up the
engine.  An opaque window separated the two sections of the
limousine, giving the passengers a large measure of privacy.  A
similar coating covered the door and rear windows.  The material
allowed you to look out, but prevented people on the street from
looking in.

	"Were are we going?"  Joey asked as the car pulled out into
traffic.

	"It's a small, lovely restaurant that I discovered back when
I was appearing on Broadway,"  Sara replied.  "The food is
fantastic, the ambiance superb, and most of all, the privacy is
paramount."

	"Sounds great,"  Joey replied.

	"Oh, I know I should've asked before,"  Sara remembered,
"but you do like Chinese, don't you?"

	"I love it,"  was the younger woman's quick reply.

	"Good,"  Sara smiled, "because if you don't, we can make
other plans."

	"No, Chinese food is fine,"  Joey insisted.

	"Well, it's going to take a little while to get down there in
this traffic,"  Sara said as she reached for a small bottle that had
been resting in a bucket of ice.  "Would you like a little glass of
champagne?"

	This time, Joey said yes.

			-=-=-=-

	Forty-five minutes and a few drinks later, Joey felt the car
pull over and the door was opened by a still smiling Charles.  When
she stepped out onto the street, the redhead was surprised to see
not a restaurant in sight.

	"I'll beep you when we're ready to leave,"  Sara was saying
to the chauffeur who again doffed his hat and returned to his
position behind the wheel.

	Joey felt a small bit of apprehension as the large car moved
off into traffic and left them in an unfamiliar neighborhood.  An
area that looked like it had definitely seen better days.

	"Shall we go?"  Sara asked.

	"Go where?"  Joey asked in return.

	"Why right here of course,"  Sara answered, indicating the
dilapidated looking building behind them.

	Joey followed Sara towards the basement stairs, noticing
for the first time a small metal sign on the wall with both English
and Chinese writings.  The letters were well worn, but Joey could
make out the name Cheng.

	Stepping through the non-descript doorway was like passing
through a time machine, to a land and time long gone.  At first,
Joey thought it was a theme restaurant, set up to resemble old
China decades before she had been born.  That assumption quickly
passed as she realized that it was far more than that.  Within
these walls, it was still Shanghai in the 1930?s.

	They were met at the front desk by an attractive young
Asian woman.  Dressed in traditional garb of the era, she had long
black hair that hung to her waist and a form that her outfit
displayed highly.  The hostess, more girl than woman, apologized
for Madame Cheng not being there to greet them in person,
explaining that she was away for a few days.  The girl, who had also
introduced herself as Su-ling, then led Sara and Joey past a crowd
of people who had been waiting for tables, much to the annoyance
of some of them.  There were, Joey thought, definite advantages
to being a celebrity, even if Sara said she didn't like to think of
herself as one.  The table Su-ling led them to was in the back, far
away from the noise of the busy eatery.

	"Your dinner is already being prepared, as per your
instructions,"  Su-ling said as the two guests took their seats.  "If
anything is not to your enjoyment, please let me know and I will see
that the problem is corrected."

	"I'm sure everything will be fine, Su-ling,"  Sara said. "Thank
you very much."

	Sara waited a moment for the hostess to excuse herself,
then turned her attention back to Joey.

	"I hope you don't mind but I called ahead and ordered in
advance,"  she said smiling across the table.  "They make some of
the most fantastic dishes here, but some of them require advance
preparation."

	"Not at all,"  Joey smiled back,  "I'm sure they'll be as
wonderful as you say."

	They were interrupted by the appearance of  another
equally attractive young Asian girl at the table.  She was carrying a
bottle of wine in a cooler, as well as a set of crystal glasses.
Placing one of the glasses in front of each of them, she poured
some of the wine in each, then returned the bottle to the cooler.
Then, just as silently as she had appeared, she left.

	It just occurred to Joey that all of the staff she had seen
at Madame Cheng's were young women, even the busboys.  In fact,
when they passed through the main part of the restaurant, none of
the other patrons she had seen had been men.  Curious, she asked
Sara about it.

	"The restaurant actually has two floors,"  Sara explained as
she took a taste of the wine,  "with the entrance to the upper
floor opening onto the boulevard.  That part is open to the general
public."

	Joey listened intently as she tried her own wine, finding it to
be different than anything she had tasted before.  The label on
the bottle contained only Chinese characters so she had no idea
what it was called.  It was however, as enjoyable as Sara had
promised.

	"The lower floor,"  the older woman continued, "has the
entrance that we passed through.  It deals with a more selective
clientele."

	Proving that Sara had also been right in ordering ahead, the
first of several courses began to appear at the table a few minutes
later.  Joey didn't recognize most of the dishes and could hardly
pronounce the names the waitress gave as she brought each new
delicacy.  All she knew was that it was some of the best food she
had ever tasted.

	The conversation at the table proved to be as interesting as
the cuisine as Sara entertained her guest with tales of the ins and
outs of Hollywood.  Joey, like many other people, had always been
fascinated by Hollywood gossip and it was a real prize to be able to
talk to someone who knew what was true and what was just rumor.

	"You're kidding,"  Joey said in response to one item in
particular that Sara had shared about a recently separated couple
that she sarcastically referred to as Ken and Barbie.

	"God's truth,"  Sara laughed, feeling the effects of the
second bottle of wine they'd almost finished.  "He's as queer as a
three dollar bill, there isn't anyone in the business who doesn't
know it. "

	"And her?"  Joey asked, thinking of how many times she had
idle fantasies about "Barbie" when she'd seen one of her films.

	"Nah, she's straight,"  Sara said.  "Or as straight as anyone
can be in Hollywood.  What she got out of the marriage was the
added opportunities that came with being married to "Ken".  All
that mattered to her was her career.  That's why she adopted kids
rather than have them herself.  Don't believe those stories about
her having medical problems.  She just didn't want to take the
time off to actually have babies, to say nothing of the worry what
a few pregnancies might do to her figure.  Even their split was
designed to get both of them the  maximum amount of publicity,
the kind that translates into big bucks at the box office."

	"What do you mean as straight as anyone can be in
Hollywood?"  Joey asked, having been intrigued by the phrase.

	"Just that,"  Sara said, thinking that the comment was self
explanatory.

	The quizzical expression on Joey's face told her that
evidently, it wasn't.

	"Well, let's see, how can I best explain it,"  she said as she
took a moment to consider her words.  "You do realize that there
are times that an actress, or actor, might use sex to get a role, or
at least a chance to try out for one.  That hasn't changed since the
days of the silent films.  It's truer these days for young people
starting out than established stars.  After all, for every bit role in
a film that has to be filled, there must be a hundred good looking
and talented people who could fill it."

	Joey nodded her head in understanding.  That happened in
other aspects of life as well, but none so obvious as in the
entertainment industry.  Who was sleeping with who was sometimes
more important than anything written on a resume.

	"Well, sometimes, the person they sleep with might not be
the gender they normally shared their bed with,"  Sara went on.  "I
could name a half dozen big name stars, straight as they come, who
went down on their knees, or spread their ass for a male director
or producer who took a fancy to them back when they were just
starting out.  The same goes for actresses who, to their surprise,
found themselves between the legs of another woman.  In the case
of Barbie, for example, I knew the woman involved personally."

	Joey was surprised by that.  It wasn't that she didn't think
it was true, just that she couldn't imagine someone going to that
extreme just to get a part.  Actually, it was just her that she
couldn't imagine crossing the line and sleeping with a man.  That
made her wonder if  Sara had made that choice at one time.

	"I know what you're thinking,"  Sara said.

	"It's nothing really,"  Joey grinned.

	"Yes it is,"  Sara insisted.  "You're wondering if I had to
sleep with someone to get my big break?  After all, I wasn't the
relative of someone or anything like that."

	"I remember reading how you got your first big break,"
Joey said.  "How you were working as a waitress in Los Angeles and
were spotted by the director of Murder On The Beach.  He took
one look at you and decided that you were the perfect choice for
the role of Jennifer."

	"Yes, just the kind of Hollywood success story that the fans
love to eat up,"  Sara laughed.  "Struggling actress just happens to
be in the right place at the right time to be discovered.  Those
kind of stories have been going around since long before my mother
was born."

	"I guess so,"  Joey said, realized as she said it how
unrealistic the story really was.

	"Did you really think that Richard Hanks really gave a damn
about who played the part of Jennifer in that movie?"  Sara
grinned.  "I mean she only had a half dozen lines of dialogue and
the only requirement was that she look good in a bikini."

	"Which you did,"  Joey laughed, then asked.  "Then you..."
she paused, not wanting to really ask the question.

	"Did I drop that bathing suit for him?"  Sara asked the
question for Joey.

	"Yes."

	"Well, if you asked anyone who claimed to know, they'd
probably tell you yes,"  Sara answered.  After all, despite the fact
that he was past sixty, Hanks had a reputation for bedding young
would-be starlets.  But if anyone asked me, I'd tell them the truth
and say no."

	Joey's expression asked the silent question, then how?

	"Sometimes,"  Sara laughed,  "it's enough to sleep with the
wife of the right person."

	The unexpected answer caused Joey to laugh as well.

	"Was she any good?" Joey asked, suddenly made bolder by
all the wine she'd had to drink.

	"At first, I never imagined she would be,"  Sara admitted,
"seeing that she was a lot older than me."

	"Like your mother's age?"

	"More like my grandmother's,"  Sara clarified.  "But once
things got started, well lets just say she knew her way around
another woman's body."

	"Wow!"  was all Joey could say in response.

	It wasn't long after that the two of them looked down at
the table and realized the meal was over.  Almost as if on cue,
Su-ling was at their side with a small black binder that contained
the check.  Sara only took a moment to glance at the total, then
slipped several large denomination bills into the folder, handing it
back to their hostess.  Joey couldn't see the total on the small bill,
but the amount of money Sara had produced made it pretty clear
the meal, as fantastic as it might have been, was beyond her
means.

	"Shall we go?"  Sara asked after Su-ling had left.

	"Guess so,"  Joey said, feeling a little disappointed that the
dinner was over.  It had been quite some time since she'd had this
much fun.

	Before they left the restaurant, Joey and Sara took a few
moments to visit the ladies room.  Joey had to smile when she
noticed that both restrooms were marked as such.  Since they
were small, single rooms, each went into one of them.  When Joey
came out, Sara was already waiting for her.

	"I called for the car,"  she said as she dropped her cell
phone back in her bag.

			-=-=-=-

	By the time they exited the club, the limousine was waiting
at the curb, with Charles standing by the open back door.  Joey
entered first, with Sara following after telling the tall chauffeur
that home would be the next stop.

	The ride back to Sara's townhouse was a lot more subdued
than the one from it a few hours before.  The conversation
between the two women gradually dropped off until all that was
left was an exchange of smiles every now and then.  Joey was sure
that was because as the night drew to a close, Sara didn't want to
give the impression that it might lead to anything more.

	Well if that was the case, the redhead told herself, it was
fine with her.  The food had been good, the company even better.
All in all, it was a night she would remember for a very long time.
Even if she was sure that no one would ever believe it really
happened.

	The limousine pulled out of traffic and came to a stop.
Through the window, Joey could see the steps leading to Sara's
borrowed home.  Her date with a movie star was now over.  She
wondered if Sara would have Charles take her home or if she would
have to walk over to Seventy-fifth Street to catch the bus.  She
hoped the former as it was pretty late and she'd rather not walk
the streets by herself.

	"Maybe I should ask,"  Joey thought, thinking that since the
night was over she had nothing to lose.  She turned in Sara's
direction, but the words never got out.

	Instead, Sara suddenly moved toward her and kissed Joey
hard on her mouth.  The press of her lips caught the younger
woman by surprise, but only for a moment.  The kiss was long and
deep, with Sara's tongue pressing deep inside Joey.  Quickly
recovering from the unexpected action, Joey did what felt natural
and began to kiss the blond haired woman back.	.

	"What was that?"  Joey asked as they separated, her mouth
still tingling.

	"Well,"  Sara said with a broad grin,  "it could be one of two
things."

	Joey wondered what the two were and listened intently as
Sara went on to explain.

	"It could be a kiss goodnight, the end of what I think was a
very nice evening,"  the actress offered.  "Or, it could be an
invitation to come in and spend the night.  The choice is yours."

	The explanation was more unexpected to Joey than the kiss.
Of course she had no hesitation about which option she wanted,
but she thought it was nice that Sara didn't take it for granted.

	"I was about to ask if the driver could give me a ride home,
Joey replied.  "I guess I won't be needing it now." she added with
her warmest smile.

	Sara didn't reply with words.  She took Joey's hand in hers
and kissed it.  Then, still holding on to it, she led the redhead out
onto the sidewalk.  Charles was standing there when the door
opened.  This time he had waited for Sara to open the door
herself.  Joey was surprised to see that he didn't even react when
he'd saw her hand in Sara's.  It later occurred to her that in his
line of work, he'd probably seen things a lot more interesting.

	"I won't need the car anymore tonight, Charles,"  Sara said.
"Please express my thanks to Mrs. Russell."

	"Very good, Ma'am,"  Charles said as he pivoted on his heels
and climbed back into the front seat.  Both women watched him
pull away and disappear into traffic.

	"Shall we?"  Sara said as she made a motion in the direction
of the wide steps.

	"Oh yes,"  Joey replied, her heart skipping a beat.

	Still hand in hand, they walked up the stairs and into the
house.

			-=-=-=-

	The door barely closed behind them when Sara kissed Joey
again.  The kiss was soft, their lips barely brushing against each
other, but intimate enough to cause Joey to feel a small tingle
between her legs.  The actress gently stroked the side of the
younger woman's face, running her fingers down along her neck as
well.

	"You are so cute,"  Sara said softy, her hand continuing
downward to run across Joey's breasts.  "I've wanted to do that
from the first moment I saw you."

	The complement was followed with another kiss, this one
more intense as Joey pressed her tongue deep into Sara's mouth.
The blond reached out with her own to receive it as they wrapped
their arms around each other, pressing their bodies together.
Their interplay continued for long minutes, becoming more fervent
with each caress.

	They continued to kiss while their hands explored each
other's bodies.  Joey was totally enthralled by Sara's large
breasts, running her fingers across them again and again.  The
older woman was no less fascinated by the smaller mounds before
her, giving them just as much attention.  She kissed Joey on the
cheek, then once more on her neck.  Finally, she pulled on the top
of her light blue dress, exposing the soft flesh beneath, kissing
there as well.

	Sara undid the straps of Joey's dress, sliding them down her
arms.  With a quick movement, she pulled down the zipper, causing
the outfit to loosen even more, exposing the rounded orbs beneath.

	"Mmmm,"  Sara purred as she looked down at the nipples she
had only seen the outline of before.  Size had never mattered to
her as much as form and in that regard she viewed the pair in
front of her as perfect.  "As lovely as I imagined them to be."

	Sara reached out and grasped Joey's left nipple with her
fingers, massaging it to full hardness.  A touch that sent a surge of
pleasure through the smaller woman.  A feeling that she expressed
vocally as well.  The volume of her cry reflecting the intensity of
her emotion.

	Sara took hold of the sides of Joey's dress and pulled it
down around her waist.  Bending down, she took the hard nipple she
had been playing with in her mouth, working her tongue all around
the pink areola.  She continued with longer swipes, taking in the
paler flesh around it as well.  Wonderful as the fare had been at
Madame Cheng's, this was an even greater delicacy to the
thirty-three year old.  A treat she wanted to enjoy every morsel
of.

	"Oh yes,"  Joey moaned, enjoying a feeling she hadn't felt in
months.  "Suck them, suck my tits."  she added, falling into an old
habit.  Sonija had always gotten turned on when she had talked
dirty during sex and she hoped Sara didn't mind.

	If she did, she gave no indication of it as her mouth moved
to Joey's other mound.  At the same time, her free hand moved
down between the redhead's legs and brushed against her thighs.
Continuing onward, her fingers moved under the hem of her dress,
coming to rest against the now moist panties that covered Joey's
sex.

	"Feel good?"  Sara asked as her fingers slipped past the
elastic of Joey's underwear, massaging the hairy mound beneath.

	"Definitely,"  Joey said, thinking that it was a silly question.
How could any woman not love this?

	"I don't mind if you talk dirty,"  Sara said as she pushed two
fingers deep inside Joey, thrusting them back and forth with
rapidity.  "In fact, I kind of like it."

	That was another thing Sara disliked about many women she
met in the business.  Once they made their mark, a lot of them
avoided anything that might cause people to consider that they
hadn't always held the station they now enjoyed.  A reluctance
that extended even into the bedroom.  Personally, the actress
enjoyed getting down and dirty.

	"Fuck me,"  Joey said in response to Sara's comment,  "fuck
me with your fingers.  It feels so good and I love it!"

	Pressing Joey against the wall of the foyer, Sara did just
that.  A third finger joined the first two, adding to the pressure
and speed of her touch.  The younger woman's legs grew weak as
she felt the fire radiating between her legs growing into a
conflagration.

	Faster and faster, Sara plunged her fingers into Joey's
pussy, using her fingers like a small cock and probing every inch of
her sugar walls.  At the same time, she continued to use her tongue
on Joey's breasts, darting back and forth between each mound.
Alternating between gentle licks and soft bites, she added to the
ecstasy filling her new lover.

	"Ohhhhh,"  Joey gasped as sweat ran down her back, "Fuck
my pussy, fuck it hard!"

	Years of experience told Sara that Joey was close to the
edge of orgasm.  All she needed was a little more effort to bring
her to culmination.  With her fingers still deep within her, Sara
dropped down to her knees and nestled her face between Joey's
legs.  Kissing and licking her way up the redhead's thighs, her hand
reached up and pulled down the now soaked undergarment, dropping
it all the way to her ankles.

	She could feel the shivering excitement that filled Joey, the
desire to feel her body explode.  Pulling her hand from inside Joey,
Sara used the fingers of both of them to spread the folds of the
red-furred mound.  She pressed deep between them with her wet
tongue, swirling it in a clockwise motion, pleasingly dancing up and
down the length of her pussy, brushing against Joey's excited
clitoris with each pass.  The taste and smell of her arousal were
intoxicating to Sara as she had been without the company of
another woman even longer than Joey.

	The augmented caress of her most sensitive places was
enough to send Joey over the abyss.  One last penetration and a
thunderclap exploded within her.  Sara felt Joey grow rigid for a
brief second, then totally lax as waves of delight resounded across
her body.  Waves that seemed to go on for a wonderfully long time.

	"That was incredible,"  Joey panted after the last of the
vibrations that had rocked her body finally subsided and she
leaned against the wall for support.  "I'd forgotten how much I've
missed that."

	"I'm glad I was able to remind you,"  Sara said with a grin
as she withdrew from between Joey's legs and rose back to her
full height.  "I'd even say it was a pleasure."  she added as she ran
her tongue across her lips, wiping them clean.

	"I want to do the same for you,"  Joey said, realizing that
while in a little disarray, Sara was still fully dressed.

	"You will, love,"  Sara smiled as she reached out and bushed
her still wet fingers against Joey's lips, inviting her to taste the
fruits of her orgasm.  "Trust me, you most certainly will.  But
unless you'd like to do it on the floor here in the foyer, I think it
might be a good idea if we moved upstairs."

	Again Sara was right, Joey realized.  Hot and unexpected as
their encounter had been, the best she was sure, was yet to come.
In thanks for the pleasure Sara had already given her, she brought
the older woman's fingers to her mouth and gently washed them
with her tongue.  Then, gathering her dress around her, she
followed Sara up the staircase to the upper floors.

			-=-=-=-

	At the top of the third floor, Sara led Joey into a large
bedroom.  It was decorated in a modern style, with a full sized bed
in the corner.  Light from the streetlights below filtered in from
two large glass doors, which in turn opened out onto a small
balcony.  Moonlight also filled the room from a large skylight,
providing enough added illumination to give the bedroom a romantic
twilight.

	Sara led Joey over to the side of the bed, helping her out of
the last of her dress.  She kissed her softly as she sat the now
nude girl down on the edge, then took a few long steps back.
Standing in the glow of the moonlight, she began to take off her
own clothes.

	Sara reached behind her for the zipper of her dress, slowly
pulling it down her back.  Then she let the straps fall free, much as
she had done with Joey's downstairs.  Unlike the young woman who
watched her from the bed, the actress's breasts were to large for
her to go without support.  The red bra she wore was translucent,
letting her large areola show right through the material.

	With a exaggerated shimmy, Sara worked her way out of
her dress, turning as she did to give Joey a good look at the satin
covered ass that she had admired the night before.  She brought
her hands up to her breasts, extended two fingers on each and
rubbed them against her large nipples.  A soft sigh passed from
her lips.

	Cupping both breasts in her hands, Sara played with them
before releasing the front clasp.  She let the gossamer bra fall
away from her mounds and lowering her arms, following her dress
to the floor.  Her hands returned to her breasts, her fingers
massaging the nipples directly this time.  Her low moan grew even
louder.

	On the side of the bed, Joey had her own hand down
between her legs, with two fingers deep inside of herself.  The
scene before her bore a striking resemblance to Sara's
performance in 'Hearts Of Stone'.  Fantasy couldn't compare to
reality, however, and Joey couldn't help but think how much hotter
this was.

	Sara's stood in a pair of red silk panties, a garter belt and
sheer stockings as she slipped both hands beneath the waistband.
With long, slow circular motions, she began to rub her clit.

	"This is like a dream,"  Joey thought as she watched, a
dream that she had watched repeatedly on so many nights.

	Sara continued to rub herself, going far beyond the point
where the camera had cut away in the movie.  She closed her eyes
for a long minute, savoring the effect of her self-pleasuring.

	Then she removed her hands and undid the clasps holding up
her stockings, sliding them off.  The garter belt itself followed
right after.  Only her panties remained, but they too joined the
small pile of clothing on the floor moments later.

	Sara took a few steps closer until she was only a foot from
the bed and struck a pose, her legs spread and her hands on her
hips to let Joey get a good long look at the package, as they called
it in Hollywood.  It was the result of long hours in the gym and a
carefully monitored diet, combined with natural endowments, no
implants here.  The all-over tan that covered her body gave
testament to the fact that Sara was anything but bashful about
her body.

	Joey's eyes slowly moved down Sara's body with admiration,
pausing to admire the large, perfectly rounded mounds that had
sent millions of male, and female, hearts a flutter.  And other
organs as well, she silently laughed.  Her gaze then continued
downward to the small, carefully trimmed blond bush between her
legs.

	"So what do you think, honey?"  Sara said as she repeated
one of her character's lines from the movie,  "Do you think you can
handle this?"

	"Can I?" Joey said with a smile reminiscent of a kid in a
candy store as she reached out and pulled the actress toward her
with all of her strength.

	The two women toppled onto the center of the large bed and
Joey wasted no time in climbing atop Sara, kissing her deeply once
she was there.  She continued to kiss her, moving from her lips,
down to her neck, then finally down to the older woman's breasts.

	There had been nights during her relationship with Sonija,
especially after they had watched 'Hearts Of Stone', that she had
imagined that the breasts she was kissing belonged to the woman
they had just watched on the television screen.  The thought that
she was actually doing just that caused her heart to race.

	"Oh baby,"  Sara purred softly as she felt Joey's talented
tongue caress her nipples,  "that feels nice."

	Joey closed her lips around Sara's thick nipples, drawing as
much of her into her mouth as she could.  Fired by more than her
fantasies now, she wanted to please this woman like no other had
done before.  Her hands took hold of the undersides of Sara's
mounds, massaging them, squeezing the soft flesh over and over.

	Back and forth she moved between the two perfect globes,
covering them with her kisses, caressing them with her tongue, and
taking soft passionate bites.  There wasn't an inch of the star's
skin that she left uncovered.  All the while she was spurred on by
repeated and loud encouragement from Sara.

	"That's it, baby,"  Sara called out as she ran her fingers
though Joey's short red hair,  "Suck those tits, use your tongue
right there.  Oh yeah, that's it!"

	Finally, reluctantly, Joey let the delicious treats slip from
her mouth and moved further down Sara's body.  Giving up that
delight was only made palatable by the thought of the greater
delicacy to come.

	Her lips left a wet trail of kisses across Sara's smooth
stomach, continuing across her waistline and down between her
legs.  A journey made easier as Sara lifted her legs and spread
them far apart.  An opening Joey was quick to fill.

	Her eyes focused on the small mound of tightly trimmed
blond hair; one kept that way because of some of the outfits she
wore in films.  Later on, Joey would learn that the actress actually
preferred a large natural bush on a woman and had been delighted
to find Joey's in that state.

	Taking a moment to savor the anticipation of her prize, Joey
took a deep breath, taking in the aroma of the thirty-three year
old's arousal.  It was an intoxicating scent, causing her to feel a
little light-headed.

	But not so light-headed as to cause more that a heartbeat's
pause in her desire.  Closing her eyes to concentrate on nothing
else but the task at hand, or more specifically, at tongue, Joey
reached out and tasted the exquisite fruit.

	"Oh yes,"  Sara purred in satisfaction as she felt the wet
softness move up and down the length of her pussy, surging deep
into her inner reaches.

	Joey moved her pulsating mouth closer as she sought out
Sara's clit, flicking her tongue against it again and again.  A touch
that felt electric to both women.

	After playing a while. she pressed her index finger within as
well, pressing against the excited nub.  Alternating between the
two, she sent cascading waves of delight across the blonde's prone
form.  Waves which resounded upon themselves and increased in
intensity with each stroke.  The rhythm she quickly developed was
as natural to her as the simple act of breathing.

	"Oh God, yes,"  Sara yelled as she stretched out and enjoyed
the erotic rush passing through her.  "Lick my pussy, lick it
deeper!"

	A request Joey was more than happy to accede to as she
redoubled her efforts.  The physical manifestations of which were
clearly evident in Sara as her tanned body began to thrash back
and forth, propelled by the powerful delights gripping her.

	"Harder,"  Sara yelled as she felt the surges within moving
beyond her ability to control,  "lick me harder!  Fuck me with that
wonderful tongue!"

	Joey was giving Sara all that she could draw from deep
within her, pushing the Hollywood star to the edge of climax.
Who'd have ever thought, she told herself as her tongue and
fingers pressed deep within Sara, that she would find herself
making love to a woman like Sara Carter.  No one was ever going to
believe her.  But at the moment, who the hell cared.

	"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!"  Sara cried out as the orgasm Joey
had worked so hard to produce ripped through her body.

	A climax that sent her body into even more violent spasms,
centering around her pussy which reacted by flooding Joey's
mouth with the sweetest of nectars.  A bursting damn that made
the younger woman think there was no end to it.  She had never
seen a woman come quite like this.  It seemed like it went on
forever, but in reality it was only less than a minute.

			-=-=-=-

	When it was all finally done, and Sara's trembling body came
to rest,  Joey lifted herself from between her legs and climbed up
alongside Sara on the bed.  Softly she kissed the still-quivering
actress, savoring the press of her lips for what she now
considered what might be the last time.

	With their passions now spent, and the two of them lying
side by side, Joey's mind began to wander and the reality of what
had happened set it.  Tonight had been wonderful, there was no
question about that.  Even if Sara hadn't been the object of
countless fantasies, their lovemaking would still be something for
her to remember forever.

	But passion in the dark of the night and love in the light of
dawn were two different things.  There was no relationship here,
just two horny women finding comfort in each other's arms.  It
was a fact she would do well to keep in mind during whatever
happened next.

	"Honey, I have to tell you,"  Sara said as she rolled over on
the bed to face Joey,  "I've been with some of the hottest women
in Hollywood, and none of them have ever gotten me off like you
just did."

	Joey just smiled, thinking that Sara was saying what she
thought the younger woman wanted to hear.  Which of course was
exactly what she did want to hear, even if she knew it was a lie.

	"No, I'm not just saying it,"  Sara went on as she stroked
the side of Joey's face.  "You are a genuine find."

	"Thank you,"  Joey finally said.

	"I really wish I didn't have to go back to the West Coast on
Monday,"  Sara added.

	"Well I understand,"  Joey replied, thinking that Sara was
just letting her down easy.  "Besides I knew that whatever
happened, it was only going to be this one night.  Not that I don't
think it was a fantastic night."

	"You still don't believe me, do you?"  Sara asked.

	"No, I believe you,"  Joey answered.  "You had a good time,
so did I.  I just have a hard time thinking that there was ever
going to be anything more than just sex between us that's all."

	"Well I'll have you know,"  Sara said, her voice taking on a
slightly defensive tone,  "that I'm not normally in the habit of
sleeping with fans.  I like you, I genuinely do.  That we wound up
where we are now was because I liked you, not just because I was
horny or anything like that.  Do you honestly believe that if all I
wanted was a willing woman in my bed, that I wouldn't have a
choice among the most beautiful women in this city?"

	Joey had to admit she had a point.  Maybe tonight had been
more real that she had imagined.

	"In fact, and I know I'm jumping ahead here, but what the
hell,"  Sara went on.  "What would you think of coming out to
Hollywood with me and see where this all leads?"

	"What?"  a startled Joey asked.

	"Well, you yourself said that I should have some sort of
assistant,"  Sara explained.  "I can't think of anyone that might fit
the bill better."

	"Me, your assistant?"  a still astounded Joey repeated.

	"Of course I should tell you that it's not as glamorous a job
as it sounds,"  Sara smiled, "running errands, doing a lot of
thankless little tasks."

	"As opposed to stocking shelves at the drugstore,"  Joey
quipped.

	"Guess you have a point there,"  Sara laughed.  "Still the pay
is good, especially if you're on good terms with the boss lady.
There might even be a few more interesting perks if you play your
cards right."

	Joey didn't need a definition as to what those perks might
be.  Still, as attractive as the sudden offer might be, she wasn't
that enthused about the idea of being someone's professional
gofer.  Besides, something Sara had said at the restaurant now
came back to haunt her.

	"What you said earlier, about people sleeping with someone
to get a part or a job,"  she said.  "Well I want you to know that I
never considered..."

	"Baby,"  Sara cut her off,  "If I thought that for a second
we wouldn't be having this conversation."

	That made Joey feel better.

	"But the bottom line is, I really would like you to come back
to L.A. with me,"  Sara said.  "If not as my assistant, well then I
have a lot of friends who'd be more than willing to give a bright
young lady like you a job."

	"That might be better," Joey said, realizing that she was
actually considering the offer.

	"So do you think you could put up with an old lady like me?"
Sara laughed.

	"Well, I don't know,"  Joey replied, now faking a tone of
doubt.  "Still, you do have nice boobs."

	"Honey, I have great boobs,"  Sara shot back, a smile filling
her face.  Then, in a softer tone, she added, "Why don't you just
think about it, okay?"

	"You said you don't have to go back until Monday, right?"
Joey asked, changing the subject.

	"That's right."

	"So what are you doing between now and then?"  Joey asked.

	"I was thinking that maybe I could use that time to maybe
explain more of the benefits of being my assistant,"  Sara said, an
impish gleam in her eyes.

	With that, she leaned forward and kissed Joey once more.
A kiss the young woman now knew would be far from the last.
There would be plenty of time to think about the offer later on,
Monday morning was, after all, far away.  There was still plenty of
time to play before then.

END

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