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Long time coming, I know. Going into the down slope of the series (10
chapters total are planned), I hope to be able to keep you guessing on
what will happen next, as well as arouse you with the sex scenes. This
chapter contains a scene with my two favorite actresses and I hope
that it lives up to what I envisioned. Please send me feedback on this
chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have
no clue as to whether or not I'm pleasing my readers. Thanks, and
enjoy the chapter.


Hollywood After Dark: Chapter 6

By Carnage Jackson 

carnagejackson@hotmail.com
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Standard Disclaimer: 

You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your
community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know
the rest. 

This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial
use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! 

This work is complete fiction, all made up in my head. 
Yes I know the celebs don't act like this in real life, 
but this is a fantasy after all.

This is Part 6 of an ongoing series. 
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Oh, we shared some ideas
All obsessed with fame
Says we're all the same
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way 
- The Strokes




WILLIS' STORY:

	"Unnngghhhhh!!!" Salma grunted beneath me as I held firmly onto her
hips. Slamming myself hard into her pussy, my cock slid inside of her
with ease. Holding her bent over my desk, my pants around my ankles
and my shirt bunched up at my chest, I placed my hand on Salma's back
and held her down against the desk, her breasts spilling out from her
dress against my blotter.

	Feeling her soft, supple flesh in my hands, I slowed my pace down a
bit as I rocked in and out of her, my prick coming out slightly, the
length moist with her juices before I pushed it back into her. Salma's
long black hair hung over her shoulder as she squeezed her eyes closed
shut, muttering something in Spanish under her breath. Her body felt
warm and alive as the desk rocked on it's legs, my body now leaning
into her as I fucked her doggy style.

	This was hardly my first time sampling Salma's delicious body, but it
was certainly the first time in a while. I had forgotten - well,
almost - the feel of her voluptuous form. Many women these days were
rail thin, with hardly anything to them. But Salma's soft body was
firm and thick in all the right places, her ass jiggling a bit as I
fucked her. My hand drifted down between her legs and I rubbed her
clit softly beneath my fingers, feeling her juices soaking into my
skin as I continued to work my dick in and out of her snatch.

	Salma groaned loudly as my fingers flicked at her clit, her legs
spread wide as her panties stretched down around her ankles. Burying
my face in her back, I bit at her shoulder gently, my teeth raking
over her skin as I tasted her perfume and sweat in my mouth. We had
been going at it for fifteen minutes or so now, Salma a ready and
willing partner for me to release my tension into her body. I knew she
liked to dominate women and be in charge when it came to sex, but
right now, I think part of her enjoyed being groped and dominated like
this.

	Sliding my hand up underneath her chest, I squeezed her breast hard,
her nipple taut in my finger tips as I began to pound into her
recklessly. Salma cried out in the mixture of pleasure and pain as I
put pressure on her ample breast and hard nipple, feeling it grow even
harder against my finger tips. I was moving like a machine now, the
stamina of men half my age flooding through my body as I removed my
dick partially from her, only to thrust it back in quickly before her
body had time to register it's absence. My hand worked furiously on
her pussy, stretching and moving it around in my palm as I buried a
finger inside of her, two of my other fingers playing with her clit
while my other hand held firmly onto her breast.

	Again Salma cried out something I didn't know in Spanish, now really
getting into things by bucking her thick, heart shaped ass against my
thighs to meet my entrance into her body. I moved my hand from her
breast and reached down, wrapping some of her hair in my hand as I
gently but firmly yanked her head up from the desk, holding it
suspended in the air as Salma gasped for breath, her orgasm imminent.
With one final shove of her now wobbly legs, Salma pressed herself
fully against me, as much of our flesh in one another as possible as I
felt her pussy spasm and contract tightly around my dick, her orgasm
beginning.

	I smirked to myself as I felt her body get racked by her own
pleasure, her skin getting goose bumps as she crested in her release,
some of her over excited juices sliding down her leg as they soaked
into my thigh. Loosening my grip on her hair, Salma's head sunk back
down to the desk as she breathed hard as her orgasm came to an end,
her legs still spread lewdly for me as I fucked her. I had slowed down
a bit to allow her to enjoy herself, but now I too wanted to reach my
peak, and I knew it was just a matter of time.

	Salma simply stood there, her legs spread as wide as possible as I
felt her soft, wet pussy lips try desperately to grasp my prick and
hold onto it, something I would not allow. I was in control now, I was
the one who called the shots. No cunt would tame my dick unless I
wanted it to. With that surge of thought running through my body, I
felt my well worked balls tense up and then finally shoot forth,
sending two quick streams of cum into Salma's thirsty and waiting
pussy.

	As I held myself in her, still fucking into her twat slowly, I began
to ease up slightly and catch my breath, our juices sloshing and
squishing together as I felt one final dribble of cum leak out from my
dick and into her fiery hot Latin pussy.

	Holding onto her hips still, I sank back into my chair, Salma's
snatch still holding onto my prick as her weight fell onto my thighs
and she rested herself on my lap. She kept her legs spread wide for me
as we both finally relaxed, my prick still hard as it was enveloped by
her tight cunt. Her ass resting on my thighs, Salma slowly rotated
herself on my legs until she was facing me, her head laying on my
shoulder now.

	Reaching my hand down, I couldn't resist playing with her breasts a
bit as she looked up at me, her deep dark eyes looking into my own as
if she was studying me.

	"That was great Will," she whispered to me, bending her mouth down to
kiss my neck.

	"I've still got it, don't I?" I said back to her with a smile. Though
I was old enough to be her father, Salma didn't seem to mind my age,
especially since I could keep up with her in terms of stamina.

	"Mmm...definitely," Salma cooed at me. Her face however, turned into
a more serious one. "You know I love these little encounters Will, but
I have some stuff I have to do today. What did you want to see me
about?"

	I sighed, lifting her off of my lap grudgingly as she stood up and
pulled her panties back up, reclining against the desk as she looked
at me.

	"You knew about the rather unfortunate incident with your members
recently in Las Vegas I assume,"

	"Yes. Though I would have acted differently, Eliza handled herself I
believe the best way possible,"

	"I agree with you on both counts. However, the incident cast some
very unneeded light on both of our organizations and that is why we
decided to seek retribution on Katherine Heigl for her actions,"

	Salma's brow furrowed. "This is news to me. I hope you weren't too
hard on the girl. We don't need bodies turning up,"

	"No no," I said to reassure her. "We merely took her in and made some
physical and verbal statements to her that would let her know who she
was dealing with. I have always felt that she would look better as a
brunette, and so we felt it was time to convince her of that.
Unfortunately, it took a bit of force to do that, amongst other
things,"

	Now it was Salma's turn to sigh.

	"I trust you and your judgment Will but I hope that it wasn't
anything too rash,"

	"Again, you fail to give me full credit Salma. We simply made her
aware that she is the property of this organization and gave her a few
reminders of that. Any ways, that is not my point though. It seems Ms.
Heigl was not working alone in her actions,"

	Salma's eyebrows arched. "Oh?"

	"A few months ago, I purchased the script of a screenwriter and kept
him on staff for his very talented skills. However, I was perhaps a
bit over zealous in granting him access almost immediately into our
organization, mostly because I felt I could trust him. It seems though
that my sense of people for which I am known betrayed me for once and
at some point, he began to turn against us, as well as bring Ms. Heigl
into things,"

	"And she told you all of this?"

	"Not in so many words. But we deduced it upon studying the
organization more. Now, clearly if Katherine were to go missing, the
press would be all over it in a way that we couldn't control.
Certainly the newspapers would remain under our thumb but with this
god damned internet these days, nothing stays secret for long. That's
why we exercised restraint this time towards her. But Mr. Hilt
however..."

	"No one would miss him if he were to have an unfortunate accident I
take it,"

	"Precisely. Now certainly, a final solution could be reached if we
had to but for now, we are letting him sweat things out a bit to try
and grasp what he knows and his liability. My gut tells me that he is
not alone in his actions and if something were to happen to him, we
might inadvertently make him a martyr,"

	"I see. But isn't keeping him around a liability risk?"

	I smiled at Salma. "Believe me, this is not the first time one of our
own has gotten a case of morals. We are concerned about him but right
now he is containable. But it seems that he does have one fatal
weakness, namely the rookie mistake of being seduced by this world we
call Hollywood, especially the women who occupy it,"

	"Hmm...I'm starting to see what you are getting at,"

	"Good. That's why I like you so much Salma, you pick up on things
quickly. But like I said earlier, right now we don't need to risk
taking him out. We do however, need your help with things,"

	"You know I'll do anything for the cause Will,"

	"I know you will Salma. What I would like you to do is this: have one
of your people go in after him and slowly work up his trust. Then,
when the time arises, perhaps in a moment of passion, you let us know
and we come and grab him. Right now, I believe that he will be too
skittish to risk anything with someone who might be related to our
organization. So this will need to be someone he won't be expecting,
someone he feels is on his side. Is that clear?"

	"Absolutely. I will get right on it. Unless of course you feel up for
another go around," Salma said, smiling wickedly.

	I sighed. "No, as tempting as that offer is, right now there are more
pressing issues. If we resolve this insurgency, then there will be
plenty of time for pleasantries. My meeting with the board last week
went well and I know that once we take care of this niggling little
issue, our progress should continue undeterred. In the meantime, I
will do my part to remove Mr. Hilt from the loop, and you do yours,"

	Salma was already dressed, straightening out her skirt as she pulled
her panties up. Looking directly at me, she smiled.

	"Don't worry, I will,"




ALEX'S STORY:

	In the three days since I found Katherine nude and changed in my
kitchen, things had been rough. Very rough. I had rushed over to her
immediately when I saw her and tried to comfort her, but she was as
stiff as a board, not responding barely to anything I said. I
practically had to drag her out of the kitchen and, finding an old
robe of Petty's dressed her in it before leading her to the couch to
lay down.

	We sat in silence for hours, my discovery of her jolting my nerves
awake so that I knew that trying to sleep would be useless. Katherine
simply lay there motionless for a while, laying on her back with her
legs in my lap because of the pain laying on her chest or side might
bring to her newly pierced nipples. I stroked her thigh with my hand,
trying more to sooth than arouse her and I guess it worked because
after a while, she closed her eyes and I heard her breathing become
more shallow.

	I fell asleep accidentally that first night, only to wake up with a
jolt for no apparent reason. Sitting upright, I noticed that Katherine
was gone. Standing up and stretching my legs, I saw her sitting at the
kitchen table, staring into a cup of coffee. She still wore the robe I
gave her, but it was untied at the waist and her body was exposed in
the early morning light filtering in through the blinds. I could see
one of her nipples poking out of the robe, the tiny gold ring still in
it, though the area around it a little swollen. In the dim light of
the day, I could really look at her hair better now.

	It had not just been a chop job, but more or less a professional
styling. Her once blonde locks were now a rich shade of brown, and
without all the baggage around what had happened, I actually felt that
it made an already sexy Katherine look even sexier.

	Sitting down at the table to join her, we sat quietly for a little
while, Katherine occasionally glancing up to look out the kitchen
window, then back down into her coffee. A few minutes passed before
she finally spoke, the first words since last night when she had
collapsed in my arms.

	"They said that they were doing it to remind me. To remind me of who
I belonged to," she said, her voice on the verge of tears.

	Instinctively, I reached across the table and touched her hand. Her
small fingers were cold, but she gripped my own hand with them as I
touched her, as if showing she knew I was there for her.

	"I guess you just kind of forget things out here. Forget how this
whole world is based on beauty and objectifying people, and nothing
more. It's a very hard thing to accept, and something I thought I had
gotten over after getting a few jobs. But now with all this...I don't
know if I will ever be able to look past it again,"

	I didn't say anything, sensing that there was more coming.

	"You probably already knew this Alex, but most people are pretty
naive when they come out to LA. They think everything is just going to
happen for them right away and that will be it. But it doesn't. Now
more than ever I understand how the rich stay rich and how those of us
who were blessed with good looks are just pawns in their great big
chess game. Sometimes...I don't think I can take it,"

	"It doesn't have to be that way Katherine. What happened last night
was a set back, certainly but I think that if we regroup and,"

	"NO! Don't you get it Alex?" she said, jumping from the chair and
yanking our hands apart. "I'm tired of this. Sure, they gave me a
haircut and pierced my nipples. It's traumatic but it's something I'm
going to have to live with. But if you think I'm going to risk anymore
just because of your cause...which, by the way, I still don't fully
grasp, you better re-evaluate your ideas,"

	I was startled by Katherine's sudden change of heart. She glared down
at me angrily as my mind worked to try and calm her down.

	"Katherine, sit down. Let's talk this out. No one is going to hurt
you anymore,"

	"That's what you said before," Katherine spat back at me angrily. "Or
what am I to you Alex, just a doll you can dress and undress whenever
you like, someone with no feelings?"

	"No, Katherine, you're not that at all. You are,"

	"What? Tell me what I am Alex? And while your at it, please start
explaining why you got me into this mess. Because right now, I'm just
about five seconds away from walking out and hoping I never see you
again,"

	I sighed heavily, things happening too fast for me. Thinking out my
thoughts carefully, I tried to say things as calmly as possible.

	"My whole reason for this Katherine...is that...I am tired of exactly
what you just said. Women being treated bad and the men who use them.
Sure, I like sex as much as the next guy but things are seriously
fucked up. And I know now that it doesn't just stop with LA and
Hollywood. This is way too far reaching for that. It's..."

	"Would you listen to yourself Alex? You sound like one of those
nutcases from the tabloids. Conspiracy theories and shit,"

	"Katherine, will you PLEASE let me finish?" I said, anger rising in
my voice now. Like a sulking child, Katherine reluctantly sat down in
her chair.

	"Thank you. This is not a conspiracy theory Katherine, you know that
as well as I do. I never would have dug as deep as we have and pissed
off the people we have pissed off had I known better. But something
has started with Antamount and the Rose Petals Katherine, and it's not
going to stop until it either stops us or we end it. You can't walk
away from these people, not if you ever hope to have a normal life,"

	Katherine stared at me intently. "Then what do you want to do Alex?
What CAN we do?"

	"For starters, we don't need to be fighting with each other. The way
I see it, the only way to end this thing is to stop Antamount. And to
do that, we have to stop Willis from doing anything else,"

	Katherine scoffed at me, turning her head away as one of her now
short strands of hair brushed across her face. She stared vacantly to
the side. "So we are talking about murder now then, is that it?"

	"I don't know. I really don't WANT to kill anyone Katherine, so I
think that should be a last resort. There are other ways we can do
this. We need more information though. We need dirt, something that
Willis can't wiggle out of. Clearly, he has ties to Las Vegas and
probably God knows where else. If we can find something on him,
something that will stick, we can take him down without ever firing a
shot,"

	Katherine sat quietly for a moment, contemplating where our argument
was going. "That will never work Alex. Willis has too much control.
The media is controlled by him now, especially since he bought out all
the papers a few years ago,"

	"Then we go to the television stations. We go somewhere where he
can't exert his reach, at least not until after we break with the
news. Someone like him...there has to be dirt. We just need to talk to
Charlie and figure out what we can,"

	Katherine laughed sarcastically. "Now we are involving more people.
Great,"

	"You know, you aren't being very helpful in this Katherine,"

	She sighed. "I know that Alex, but when you have been through the
ringer like I have, when you have had parts of your body changed to
meet someone else's 'branding' rules, you tend to be a little
skeptical,"

	"I understand that Katherine," I said, taking her hand again. She
tried to pull it away but I held it down. "Let's just think this out
and play it as safely as possible for now. When you talked to
them...did you tell them about me?"

	"No, I didn't. But chances are, they already know. The element of
surprise is not something we have at our disposal Alex,"

	"Then we will just have to play by their rules then. I will go into
work on Monday like usual, and stay until it starts to get dark. That
way, if they really want to hurt me, they will have to do it in broad
daylight,"
	
	"That's really damn risky Alex, and you know it. They could take you
out whenever and wherever they wanted to and there isn't anything that
you could do. Are you sure that it's worth it to actually go into the
den of the lion?"

	"Right now, it's the only thing we can do. All we have to do is keep
up hope. But I can't do this alone Katherine, I need you. I need you
now more than ever. If something happens to me, then you will be free
of this forever. But if we find what I hope we will find, then the
problem will go away too. All I need from you right now is support.
Can I get that from you Katherine?"

	She didn't answer for a moment, sipping her coffee and averting her
eyes from me.

	"I don't know," she said. "I need to be in a better frame of mind
before I commit to anything,"

	
	That was two days ago. I had found Katherine on a Friday night and
now here it was Sunday afternoon and we hadn't said much to each other
all weekend. I was still somewhat buoyed by things though, because
every now and then, as we passed each other in and out of rooms,
Katherine would ask me a question.

	"What kind of dirt are you looking for?"

	"I know you are a big man, but you might want to start carrying a
weapon for protection. Muscles mean nothing against guns,"

	"Do you think Charlie or anyone else will be able to help us?"

	And so it went, on and off all weekend. Katherine had spent most of
the time in my bedroom, the door cracked slightly as she lay there,
watching TV. I knew better than to press the issue or say anything to
her unless she asked, choosing even to sleep on the couch to give her
time alone. Quite frankly, I was scared of what was going to happen,
and with Katherine being my biggest ally, I didn't need to anger her
any.

	By the time the evening arrived on Sunday, I was in the kitchen
putting away some dishes when I heard the creak of my bedroom door and
the soft sound of footsteps on the carpet. I looked up to see
Katherine watching me, dressed still in the bathrobe.

	"I'm going to give this one more chance," she said as I stood there,
hunched over the dishwasher, listening to her. "At this point, I have
nothing to lose. My career is now probably in shambles so if I can
take a risk and maybe fix that then I think I have to do that,"

	"Are you sure Katherine?" I asked, standing up so we were eye level
with each other.

	"Yes. I owe you at least a little loyalty, after what you did for me
in Las Vegas. But promise me you will be careful tomorrow,"

	I smiled. "I always am. We will see how it goes,"




HAPSBORO'S STORY:

	"Sir?" my phone buzzed.

	"Yes Helen?"

	"Sir, you asked me to alert you when Mr. Hilt entered the lot. The
front guard just called me and told me that he has just arrived,"

	"Thank you Helen," I said in reply. There was a momentary pause.

	"Would you like me to call security sir?"

	"No, that won't be necessary. Mr. Willis has changed his mind on how
to handle things, so until I hear from him, please let Mr. Hilt be,"

	"Yes sir," she said, buzzing the phone off.

	I rose from my desk and walked over to the large plate glass window
facing the lot. Staring down at it, I saw Hilt's car drive in and find
a parking space. A few moments later, his drivers side door opened and
he stepped out, glancing around him a little cautiously.

	Making a gun out of my hand, I pressed my finger to the glass and
traced him along as he walked, a tiny little dot from this height.
POW, POW I mouthed quietly to myself, moving my hand away as he passed
behind a row of cars.

	Oh if he only knew, I thought to myself. When I had first informed
Willis about our findings regarding Alex Hilt, he had seemed rather
determined to make sure that Hilt was stopped. But just yesterday, he
had come into my office and changed his mind on things. Hilt was to be
left alone until Mr. Willis said it was time to act.

	Needless to say, this decision had angered me quite a bit. The way I
saw things, Hilt was a huge risk to this operation that had been built
by myself and Willis practically overnight and now Willis was getting
cold feet? I had argued with him for a good 45 minutes about the
wisdom in the decision, but like a codgy old man, he would have none
of it.

	Gritting my teeth at even remembering the discussion, I turned away
from the window and placed my hands on my desk. Because of the way
things were laid out in the company pecking order, there wasn't much I
could do to get around Willis' decision. At least not officially.
That's why I had taken it upon myself to make sure that Hilt got the
message loud and clear. There was no real risk of him running - with
our foreign contacts and the staff of private investigators we kept on
retainer, we could easily follow him. So despite Willis' wishes, I
decided to shake up the little globe of Alex Hilt's life.

	The thought of this made me smile as I sat back down at my desk.
Soon, in a few moments in fact, Hilt would understand just how quickly
power can shift in this town.




ELIZA'S STORY:

	"Yes, they just arrived a few minutes ago. Right, I understand. We
will leave as soon as we can. Thank you," I said, hanging up the
phone. As I placed it on the receiver, I heard a key turning in the
front door. Walking into the living room, I plopped down on the couch
as I watched the knob turn and the door open.

	Kirsten Dunst walked in, two shopping bags in tow on each arm. She
wore a pair of cut off jean shorts and a halter top, with the word
"TEASE" sewn into the fabric across her ample chest. The light hit her
golden blond hair as she opened the door, and just for a moment made
her hair and head appear to be afire.

	"Hiya Eliza. I've been shopping," Kirsten said with a grin, shutting
the door and setting the bags down at her feet.

	"I can see that," I smirked. "You didn't melt the plastic I hope,"

	"Of course I did," Kirsten replied with a smile. "What fun would it
be if I didn't,"

	She walked over to me and immediately pressed her small body into my
own, eager for a greeting kiss. I could smell her shampoo - a sort of
wild berry scent - as her mouth and lips leaned into my face, my nose
inhaling the delicious smell of Kirsten deeply as our lips met and we
kissed. I felt her tongue slide slowly into my mouth, as I returned
the kiss and we explored each other's body with hands and lips.

	Kirsten, surprisingly aggressive, grabbed hold of my ass cheeks
through my jeans and squeezed my bottom firmly with her fingers, her
hands crawling into the crack in my ass. Her large breasts pressed
against my own, the heat from her body was tremendous. As we continued
to kiss, I could feel both of us grow hotter and hotter with each
passing second.

	One hand still behind me, Kirsten moved her other up to my hip and
slowly underneath my chest, her small fingers taking hold of the
fabric as she started to pull upwards. I would have loved nothing
better than to let her continue, to fuck her right here and there, but
the phone conversation I had just completed suddenly charged into my
mind and with a reluctant move, I placed my hand atop hers and pushed
it away.

	Kirsten tried again, but this time I held her hand out away from my
body. Holding it away from me, Kirsten broke the kiss and looked up at
me, a look of puzzlement in her deep blue eyes.

	"What's wrong?" she asked, licking her lips to taste the last
remnants of my lip gloss on her own mouth.

	"Nothing, it's just that...well, we have some things to do,"

	Kirsten stepped back from me. "What kind of things?"

	"I just hung up the phone with The Mistress. We have orders from the
top to do something for the Rose Petals, something important,"

	Kirsten sighed. "Stupid Rose Petals, always getting in the way of my
fun,"

	For a moment I thought to correct and chastise Kirsten for her
comment, but instead I smiled at her, knowing full well she would be
eating those words in just a moment.

	"No, I think for once you will actually be happy about my role. We
need to get a move on and pack some clothes. We're going to Boston,"

	Now Kirsten was completely confused. "Boston? What the hell for?"

	"For an assignment. You know how you are always saying that you just
like having fun? Well, now's your chance,"

	"I don't understand," Kirsten said, looking at me a little
hesitantly.

	I leaned down and kissed her mouth. 

	"My dear Kiki. Just trust me on this one. We are going to Boston to
bring back a new recruit, someone that The Mistress says is crucial to
something related to the Rose Petals,"

	"And what might that be?"

	I continued to smile at her. Kirsten was like a doting child
sometimes. "I can't tell you why or what the importance is, only that
it's big and that if we can help it happen, your problems with the
Petals will be over,"

	"What do I have to do?"

	"Seduce someone. I'm sure that won't be difficult for you, right?"

	"Depends on who it is," Kirsten said, sticking her tongue out at me
playfully.

	"I'll tell you when we get there. Otherwise, it ruins the surprise.
Now go pack a bag, I just got the plane tickets a few minutes ago,"

	Kirsten had a pouty look on her face. "But I wanted to have a little
fun NOW,"

	I sighed at her. "I know you did Kiki, but we really have to get
going,"

	Walking back over to the shopping bags, Kirsten fished around inside
one for a moment. Pulling out a garment, she held it up to me. In
spite of myself, and the wishes of The Mistress, I had to grin at her.

	"You sure it has to be right now? I was going to wear this,"

	Dangling from her hand was a red piece of lingerie. I say piece
because, well, there really wasn't much to it.

	"I've been dying to get off all day," Kirsten continued. "If you
think we could spare a few minutes, I promise I'll be one happy
traveler,"

	Pondering her request for a moment, I finally nodded at her. 

	"Ok, your charms have worked. But not too long ok? I just masturbated
an hour or so ago, so no need to worry about me,"

	Kirsten jumped up and down, giggling as she clapped her hands
together.

	"Thanks Eliza!" she said. And without any further hesitation, she
started to unbutton her shorts and pull them down her legs. Turning
quickly, I looked away from her.

	"What's wrong?" she asked for the second time in a span of ten
minutes.

	"I would rather be surprised when I see you, that's all," I said to
her. I could feel my skin grow hot as I thought of Kirsten and the
garment but wanting to keep my word and save the vision until it
occurred, I stayed turned around.

	"Ok, well whatever. I promise you'll like it," Kirsten said. I could
hear the sound of clothes being removed behind me as Kirsten continued
to undress. Soon the sound of clothes hitting the floor was replaced
with the very subtle noise of Kirsten sliding the silky garment over
her equally silky skin. I heard the sound of a button snapping into
place as Kirsten called to me.

	"You can turn around now Eliza, your surprise is ready,"

	Biting my lip in anticipation, the initial sight was almost enough to
make my panties drenched immediately. Standing in front of the
slightly open blinds of the front window was Kirsten. The sun beating
down on her bare shoulders, I gasped at how amazingly sexy she looked.

	The lingerie was a corset of sorts - it clung tightly to her body in
see through silky material, the front portion of it pushed up like a
Wonderbra beneath Kirsten's chest, giving her already large breasts
even more proportion and depth. As my eyes hungrily drank in her
flesh, they continued down her body. Her flat, firm tummy was covered
in a mesh of very thin fabric. The material however stopped abruptly
as it reached below her belly, the red material opening up in a wide
shape to reveal a totally bottomless piece. Held onto her body by a
clasp in the back, the garment received even further support thanks in
part to a garter belt that was snapped in place around Kirsten's
creamy thighs. Spinning around to show me her completely bare heart
shaped ass, Kirsten bent over at the waist and looked at me through
her spread legs.

	"You like?" she said, her blonde hair hanging down from her head
wildly.

	"I love," I replied, walking over to her. Kirsten stood upright again
and turned to face me, her arms open as we embraced again, my hands
going immediately for her breasts. As our breath mingled with one
another, I squeezed on her tits tightly, feeling her rock hard nipples
beneath my hands.

	Kirsten moaned in my grasp, her breath becoming short as I squeezed
her breasts in my palms, holding tightly to them. Through the thin
fabric, I could feel the soft warmth of her skin beneath my touch, a
feel that felt like heaven. I was dying to just tear the lingerie and
release them from their hold but knowing that she just spent a lot of
money on it, I figured there would be plenty other times to savage
her.

	My lips still pressed to hers, I kissed her mouth softly as my hands
moved down from her breasts to her wide, shapely hips. My fingers
touching her bare flesh, I traced my left hand downward and cupped her
mound between my fingers, squeezing her sex roughly against my palm.
Kirsten jerked slightly as I felt her grow more heated and moist
between her legs - the perfect state of arousal for what I had planned
next.

	Placing my hand back on her hip, I moved my mouth away from her and
stared deep into her eyes. Kirsten was panting in excitement, eager to
see what I would do next. In an effort to catch her off guard, I dug
my fingers into her hips and twirled her around quickly so that her
half naked body was facing out towards the window, the blinds drawn
slightly. Kirsten's ass bumping against my own jean clad pussy, I sank
down to my knees as I pressed her firm buttocks forward, sending her
small body into the window sill. Kirsten cried out in surprise as I
placed my hand on the small of her back, using my other arm to spread
her legs wide.

	With Kirsten bent over slightly, I placed my face between her ass
cheeks, inhaling deeply the scent of her body and her arousal. My nose
hovering just above her asshole, I slowly lowered my face downward,
sticking my tongue out and trailing it as I moved my face down.

	I was greeted with the beautiful sight of Kirsten's still hairless
pussy. A few sparse hairs had grown back over the last few days, but
it didn't matter - it was still an amazing thing to behold. Moving my
hand up to her cunt, I traced my finger up and through her lips,
parting them slightly with my finger as it grew damp with her
moisture. Kirsten was definitely ready to go.

	With my finger still wedged slightly into her pussy, I used my other
fingers to pry her lips apart, exposing the delicious pink of her
inner walls. It was a rich shade of pink indeed, her tight pussy
opening like a flower beneath my touch. Kirsten was trembling with
excitement, the feel of my hot breath on her sex arousing her more and
more as the seconds went on. Finally, not able to take the sight
anymore myself without acting, I placed my closed mouth on her pussy
lips and slowly extended my tongue, using the strong muscle to part
her lips and work my way inside. Kirsten let out a slow, low moan of
pleasure as I worked my way into her, the first hint of her juices
already coating my tongue. With my fingers keeping her lips spread,
Kirsten was completely in my control, totally submissive to whatever I
wanted to do next.

	I removed my tongue from within her, licking around her outer lips to
taste her wetness that had grown more and more strong as my tongue had
been inside of her, the uncorking of a dam almost. I felt her smooth
ass cheeks press against my face as I lapped at her pussy like a cat,
slowly and deliberately keeping her lips parted to keep her aroused.

	Using my hand that was still on her back, I pressed Kirsten forward
hard, causing her chest to press against the front window. This caused
Kirsten to tense up slightly as she turned her head back to look at
me.

	"Eliza, be careful! The neighbors might see!"

	"Good," I replied in between tastes. "I want them to. I want them to
know how much of a slut you are, and that you are MY slut!"

	Kirsten giggled at the comment and turned her head back around. I
kept the pressure up on her back and resumed licking at her cunt, her
aroused clit now protruding from inside her pussy. It was a small and
fragile looking thing, but I knew the power that it contained over
Kirsten. Using a free finger, I brushed against her clit, causing
Kirsten's pussy walls to tighten up around my tongue as I sucked down
her juices. Kirsten's upper half was now leaning totally into the
glass, her breasts having popped out of the corset and her deep red
nipples cutting against the glass. Kirsten gripped the windowsill
tightly, her back arched and her long blonde hair draping over her
back as I sucked greedily on her pussy.

	Adjusting myself to a more comfortable position, I pulled her lips
outward towards me, stretching her young twat to meet my mouth.
Kirsten's wet sex was dripping against my chin as I worked my tongue
inside her, exploring and tasting against her inner walls. I had done
it countless times before, but somehow the feeling of the inside of
her pussy was always fresh, always incredibly erotic.

	My mouth was stretched wide to give my tongue as deep of reach as
possible, but this didn't stop my teeth from grinding up and down
against her inner walls. Kirsten's juices were falling like a leaking
faucet now onto my tongue and into my mouth, filling it up with the
sweet saltiness of her body. I moved my mouth backward, letting my
tongue rub slowly across her snatch, the tip stopping at the edge of
her pussy to lap at her clit.

	Kirsten cried out loudly in pleasure, her voice reflecting against
the glass and filling the house with cries of lust. This just turned
me on even more as my tongue re-entered her body and I sucked and
fucked her tight hole with my lips. I wiggled my tongue back and forth
inside her and all around the edges of her pussy, the heat so intense
it seemed that it would almost give me a blister. But I knew Kirsten
was close to her orgasm - the way her body was jerking and thrashing
around against the window sill was a perfect indication.

	Giving my tongue a slight reprieve, I moved my hand back up to her
pussy, sliding two fingers into her cunt easily, the juices of her
body giving me full access. With my hand I could go deeper inside of
her, the tension of inside her body already intense against my hand. I
licked my lips with my tongue, making sure to get all of her juice as
I swallowed it down like a woman dying of thirst, and only her sex
juices there to give me a reprieve.

	Kirsten's inner walls tightened around my fingers as I fucked her -
slow at first, but growing gradually in speed - as I worked towards
getting her off. Kirsten's voice was low in her throat, inaudible
grunts and sighs and moans escaping her lips as she slid her breasts
up and down against the glass. What she had said about the neighbors
watching was a devious thought, and it turned me on incredibly. If we
weren't on a time schedule, I would have just taken off my pants and
frigged myself to an orgasm right then and there, but unfortunately I
had to exercise as full restraint as possible and not do it.

	Removing my now sticky and coated fingers, I placed my mouth fully
back onto Kirsten's pussy. The sudden switch in methods of fucking her
caused Kirsten to cry out even more loudly this time, her body
obviously favoring my mouth over my hands. Gasping for air, I began to
whisper dirty things to her, knowing the tidal flood of her juice
could come at any second.

	"Yeah, that's it, you like my mouth don't you Kiki? You want my
tongue deep in your tight hole. Whose my little bitch?"

	"I AM!" Kirsten screamed, her body starting to convulse as I
reapplied my tongue to her clit now.

	"And who wants to cum, who loves being fucked by her master?"

	"I DO! OH GOOOODDDDD!!! FUCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" Kirsten cried out,
thrusting her hips backward at my face. I was ready for her though,
and as her ass cheeks rose slightly in the air, her body collapsing
against the window for support, I felt the gush of her juice leak out
and spill onto my face and mouth, her orgasm so incredible that her
cute face was screwed up in a look of pure lust.

	Kirsten bounced her hips up and down on my face as I kept my tongue
firmly inside of her, her body almost trying to buck me off as I
sucked on her outer lips and clit with my mouth. More and more juice
leaked out from inside of her, and I was all too eager to drink it in.
Kirsten's lips and pussy were a sticky mess, the juice of her body
covering my face completely with it's shiny wetness as I continued to
move my tongue around inside of her.

	Her pace slowing, Kirsten finally whimpered slightly as her orgasm
came to an end, her arms extended out to her sides as she gripped the
drapes in an attempt to stay up and maintain her balance. Giving her
pussy one final lick, I snatched up all of the last drops of her sweet
dew and slowly pulled my face from between her ass.
	
	Catching my breath, I used my hand to wipe my face of any excess
juice my tongue might have missed. Sitting down on my ass, I propped
myself up with my arms as I watched Kirsten regain her breath, her
fingers tightly gripping the curtains so hard that I was afraid they
would fall off. Kirsten's slowly let go of them, her arms falling
limply to her sides as she bent over, her blonde hair covering her
face as she turned around to face me, her cute ass pressed against the
window sill.

	"Eliza, that was the best EVER!" she said with a weak and tired
smile. "I've never cum so much in my life,"

	I smiled back at her, seductively tracing my tongue around my lips.
"Good. Because you're going to need all the experience you can get in
a few hours,"

	My comments seemed to wake Kirsten from a trance like orgasmic state.
"Oh yeah, I totally forgot,"

	Standing up, I took her hand and lifted her off the window sill. Her
breasts jiggled against the fabric of the corset.

	"Well, I think you are good for the next few hours or so. But now we
really need to get going,"

	Kirsten pushed her breasts back into the top. "Ok. Just give me a few
minutes to pack and change. I can't very well into the airport dressed
like this,"

	"No, you'll give all those airport screeners something to do, and
right now we can't afford the time for what I'm sure would be a full
'cavity search'. GO get ready, but hurry up. Our plane leaves in about
two hours,"

	Kirsten did a mock military salute at me, touching her finger to her
forehead. I watched as she bounded up the stairs to grab some things.
Yes, this will work out just fine, I thought to myself.




PETTY'S STORY:

	I am an addict. Since my encounter recently with Britney Spears and
her assistant, I have come to accept this fact about myself. At first
I denied it, writing it off as just taking advantage of opportune
situations. But in the past few days, the truth has become undeniable
to me.

	What I crave more than anything is sex. Sex with women, sex with men,
sex with anyone. While waiting in an elevator to go to the second
floor of a mall, I found myself obsessing and growing aroused by a man
riding in the elevator with me. Before I knew what had hit me, I had
hit the emergency stop and was on top of him, my skirt hiked up around
my waist and the all too willing guy plunging his cock deep into my
craving pussy. After he came in me, no more than five minutes later,
this stranger simply smirked at me and pulled his pants up, fastening
them just in time as the elevator started up again and a whole crowd
of people stepped on.

	Women too, aren't exactly free from my cravings. When I walk down the
street, I find myself mentally undressing them as they pass, making
"mistakes" and accidentally tripping into their chest or ass, feeling
it up casually with my hand, just for the thrill of it. It's something
I can't stop doing it seems, sex always racing through my mind at the
most unusual moments. Every time I even think about my beach encounter
with Britney, I have to desperately fight off the urge to go some
place quiet and masturbate myself to orgasm.

	The drugs aren't helping things either. Like the sex, at first I was
in denial about my craving and need for them, especially the cocaine,
but more and more I find myself getting high and doing anything I can
to keep that feeling up. I sniff a little right when I wake up, and
some before I go to sleep, letting the pleasant numbness wire me awake
until I pass out asleep in my bed with whomever I might have happened
to drag home with me that night. The feeling, the rush, is
indescribable, so much so that it has become sadly (and admittedly a
little scarily) who I am. Cutting a hole in one of my necklaces, I
always keep it ready and full with the coke for in case the
opportunity strikes.

	Sex and drugs, that's all that is ever on my mind. I am an addict and
I want them both bad - sex to replace the feelings I have when I'm not
high, and the drugs for when I'm not thinking or having sex. Part of
my mind is screaming at me, telling me to stop, but I feel like a
prisoner and robot inside my own body, my impulses taking advantage of
me whenever they choose.

	Which brings me to today. After smoking a very nice joint and zoning
out on the couch to watch my video on MTV, my worn out body begging
for any kind of rest, the phone rang. Struggling amongst the pile of
discarded clothes and half dirty dishes that littered my living room
floor to find it, I finally picked it up on the fifth ring.

	"Hello?"

	"Petty, hey, it's Rick Dugans,"

	Rick was my agent. Since I signed with Antamount, they had advised me
to get an agent immediately, just to handle my day to day affairs. And
strangle enough, Rick had given me a call on my cell phone just a few
minutes after leaving my meeting at Antamount. I would have thought it
a little odd, had I not been buzzing at the time.

	He was a decent guy, if a bit of a slimeball, the equivalent of an
ambulance chaser in the talent world. Rick ran Spin It records on the
side, but mostly spent his time managing musicians like me. I had
heard that he got into it once with another agent over who was going
to control Christina Aguilera, but that was a while ago and quite
frankly, I didn't really care. He didn't ask for much in money, he
just wanted to be in control. And given my inexperience, that was
something I was willing to concede.

	"Hi Rick, what's up?" I said, grabbing a cigarette from my almost
empty pack and lighting it up as he spoke.

	"Got a gig for ya," he said, his voice sounding somewhat excited.

	"Oh really? This better not be some shitty benefit or something like
that," I said. "I don't do charity, and you better tell the people
that I want the money up front,"

	"Woah, easy Petty, you haven't even let me explain,"

	"Sorry about that Rick, I guess I can be a little bitchy sometimes. I
just want to make sure I get my fair share, that's all,"

	"Understandable. But listen, this will be perfect for you, I promise.
It's a national, live primetime spot on...get this...the American
Music Awards!"

	I exhaled a stream of smoke "You mean the wanna-be Grammys?"

	Rick grunted into the phone.

	"You know, for someone who is still wet behind the ears, you are
being pretty damn picky,"

	"Yeah, well, second tier music shows aren't really something to wet
my panties over,"

	"This is just a stepping stone Petty. First the AMA's, then the
Grammy's. A year from now, who knows where you will be. I've already
cleared it with Antamount...so are you interested?"

	"Who else is performing?"

	"Who else is...Jesus Petty, don't look a gift horse in the mouth,"
Rick replied, sounding a bit flustered. "I think they have some
rappers, that one guy...what's his name, M&Ms or something, and Shania
Twain and a few others,"

	At the mention of Shania Twain, I actually DID feel my panties grow
wet beneath the sweatpants that I wore. A beautiful woman like her,
and me just a few feet away backstage...

	"Alright, I'll do it. When is it?"

	"Wednesday night. It's in LA this year, so you don't have to worry
about a plane. They are having rehearsals Tuesday and,"

	"I don't need to rehearse. I'm perfectly fine and ready," I snapped
back at him. "Or are you doubting my talent?"

	"No, I'm not Petty. But look, you can't be a diva about something
like this. You have no idea who I had to blow to get this for you,"

	I laughed. "That's a pretty funny image Rick, you on your knees
blowing someone,"

	Rick sighed. "Be serious about this Petty,"

	"Yeah yeah, I know. Sorry, it was just a joke. You need to lighten up
and relax,"

	"And YOU need to stop smoking so much. You keep it up, you'll be
sounding like Bob Dylan and all the other gravely voiced singers out
there in no time,"

	"I'll take that under consideration, thanks,"

	"You do that,"

	"Alright Rick, gotta go," I said, lifting the phone from my ear,
ready to push the button to hang up on him. "Call me if something
changes, I'll be there,"

	And then I did just that - hung up on him that is - before he could
say another word. Setting the phone down on the floor, I reached over
to the table and picked up the remainder of a blunt, grabbing a
lighter from the table with it and lay back down on the couch.

	Inhaling sharply on the rough weed, I let the smoke trail from my
mouth as I smiled to myself. The American Music Awards certainly were
a start. But if I was lucky, there would be other benefits to showing
up besides being on national TV.





ALEX'S STORY:

	Stepping inside of Antamount, I was understandably apprehensive. But
things seemed to be like any other normal day - phones were ringing,
people were scurrying back and forth, going about their routine. For a
brief moment, I thought that my fear that they had found out my
involvement in the Vegas incident was unfounded, that what they
learned from Katherine was - selfishly, I'll admit - not connected to
me. I trusted Katherine when she said that she didn't say anything
about me but one could never be too careful.

	But any hope I had quickly dissipated as I walked towards the set
where the casting had taken place and where the script reading was.
Opening the door, I was startled to see the room completely empty, the
lights off and the room looking very undisturbed. Curious, I shut the
door behind me and walked out. Perhaps they had moved it.

	Walking up to the secretary at the desk, I placed my hands on the
desk and put my face near hers as she spoke on the phone, hoping my
forwardness would get her attention. Instead, she looked up at me,
annoyed.

	"Yes?"

	"Has the set for 'An Amerikan Family' been moved?" I asked, smiling
now.

	"No, the production was shut down last night,"

	I stepped back from the desk, caught off guard by this. I knew that I
hadn't been around for a while, but one would think that they would
have the common courtesy to let me know that my movie, my life's work,
had been stopped!

	"What the hell?" I said, my voice rising a bit. "Why was it shut
down?"

	"I'm not sure sir, but I was told by my superiors that the production
has been put on hiatus until further notice,"

	"And who is your superior? I want to talk to him right now!" I said,
clenching my fists tightly.

	"Sir, if you will please calm down..."

	"I'm not calming down until I get some answers, damn it! Who do I
need to speak with about this?"

	"I will ask you one more time sir and then I will call security,"

	I took a different approach. "Where is Mr. Hapsboro?"

	"I'm afraid Mr. Hapsboro is unavailable at the moment sir,"

	I gritted my teeth to hide my frustration. My mind raced over what
was happening, and like a roulette wheel, it stopped on the cold fact
that they HAD found me out after all. And this was there way of
stopping me.

	"That's not good enough," I said, turning towards the elevator. I
walked over towards it quickly, pushing the button. "He's in his
office right now, isn't he?"

	"Sir, you can not see Mr. Hapsboro at this time!" the secretary said,
rising slightly from her desk. I pushed on the elevator button
repeatedly, trying to get it down to this floor more quickly.

	"I'm going up there right now, and if he isn't there then there will
be hell to pay! Mark my words!" I yelled at the secretary as I watched
the lights above the elevator blink down slowly, one by one. She
didn't hear me however, as she was already speaking frantically into
the phone.

	The elevator finally reached the bottom floor and as it began to
open, I put my hands in it's slot, trying to pull it open more
quickly. Big mistake. For as the door opened, my luck suddenly
changed. Standing there in the elevator were two very large (even for
someone my size) security guards. I heard the crackle and hiss on one
of their shoulder radios.

	"...large build white male trying to go upstairs..."

	As soon as the guards saw me trying to pry open the doors, their
hands instinctively went up and I felt one put his hands directly on
my shoulders and push me backward, away from the door. I had been
putting all my weight into opening the door, so when he shoved me, I
lost my footing and stumbled backwards on me feet as he shoved me hard
away from the elevator while the other one reached in and pulled out a
billy club, holding it away from his body and over his head in a
menacing way.

	Tumbling backwards, I was crushed into the wall as the large guard
put all his weight against me and held me firm against the wall.

	"Sir, stop what you are doing right now!" he barked in my face,
little specks of spittle flying out from his hard face. His hands were
on the base of my shoulders now, pinning me against the wall,
immobilizing my arms as he yelled at me.

	All of this happened in just a few seconds, and before I knew it I
was being spun around backwards with arms sharply behind my back. The
pressure on my shoulders from such a sharp move was staggering, as I
was thrust forward on me feet down the hall. The one with the billy
club was behind me, leading me out towards the door as my body loped
forward with heavy footsteps.

	The front door opened and suddenly I was outside and in the parking
lot, the hard gravel beneath my feet. With a hard push, the man
holding onto my arms let me go and I went tumbling to the ground,
managing to catch myself with my elbows as my arms skidded on the
pavement, the sharp pain of freshly torn skin racing up my arms.
Rolling onto my side, I turned my head to look up at them.

	"You have two minutes to exit the premise sir or we will call the
police," the one with the club said, while the other one glared down
at me, catching his breath.

	I stuck my hand up and shot them the bird as I balanced myself on my
elbows. The one with the club reared back like he was going to swing
at me but the larger one caught him by the arm and kept him from
swinging on me.

	"No, we were told no blood, remember?"

	I scrambled to me feet and wiped my coat off, glancing down at my
arms to see my torn sports coat. Adjusting my jacket sarcastically, I
backed away from them for a few steps before turning and walking away,
spitting at the ground to show my displeasure.

	What had he meant "no blood", I thought to myself angrily. Had they
planned on throwing me out from the get go?

	I walked back towards my car, my mind more full of questions than
before when suddenly I heard running behind me, coming in my
direction. I waited until it was just a few steps behind me and then
turned quickly on my heel, in a defensive position for whatever these
two neanderthals would do to me.

	Luckily, I managed to catch myself before I swung. Out of breath and
just a few feet from me, scared it seemed by the look on my face, was
Mila Kunis. She stopped suddenly in her tracks, her eyes wide with
fear.

	"Alex?" she said, her voice a mixture of fear, apprehension and
surprise.

	Adrenaline rushing through my veins, I struggled to control myself
and subdue my "fight or flight" instincts. Running a hand through my
tousled hair out of habit, I cleared my throat.

	"Mila, what are you doing here?"

	"I was looking for you!" she said, her eyes still watching me
nervously. "Did you hear?"

	"About the movie? Yes, I was just forcibly shown that I'm no longer
welcome," I said. I followed Mila's eyes as they moved down to my arms
and my tattered sleeves.

	"Oh God, Alex, you're bleeding!"

	I too glanced down at them, my mind just now registering my injury.
"Yeah, I am. But I'm alright, just some road rash,"

	Mila reached out an arm to touch me but then thought better of it.

	"Listen, I just found out last night that the movie was cancelled.
Doesn't that strike you as strange?"

	I glanced over Mila's head and saw the two guards walking quickly
towards me. I looked back down at her.

	"Yes it does Mila, but let's talk about this somewhere else ok? We
are about to have company,"

	Mila turned her head towards what I was looking at and then looked
quickly at me again.

	"Ok. Let's go,"

	I began to walk the next two rows to my car with Mila following close
by my side. Opening the car door, I jumped into the driver's seat and
started up the ignition as Mila climbed in as well. Her long brown
hair swished across her face as I caught a whiff of her perfume from
the quick movement. Backing out of the lot, I headed towards the exit,
looking in my rear view mirror to see the two guards stopped, hands on
their hips, watching me go.

	Getting back into traffic, Mila glanced out her window and the back
window nervously.

	"Here, take a left up here. I know a quiet place we can talk,"

	Following her directions, I turned down a narrow alley way, my car
managing to squeeze by with a few feet to spare on the side. Stopping
the car halfway down, I cut the engine and glanced up into the
rearview mirror, breathing a sigh of relief that no one had followed
us.

	"Get out of the car," Mila said to me, a look of seriousness on her
face. "They might have bugged it,"

	I opened my mouth to protest, but then I realized that she was
probably right. We stepped out of the car and stood facing each other
in front, cars whizzing by as morning traffic turned to lunch hour
traffic a few yards down from where we were.

	"Now, like I was saying - I got a call last night from Jack Furrow
last night, telling me that until further notice, the movie was
cancelled. I immediately called my agent and had him start to raise
hell, but the more I thought about what Furrow said to me, and the
suddenness in which it had happened, the more your words about a
conspiracy and all that began to sink in," Mila said, taking my hand
in her small hand as her eyes locked with mine.

	"Mila, I really didn't want to get you involved in this. You know
that right?" I asked, still nervous about our location. Even back
here, we were still in the open quite a bit.

	"Yeah, I know but I'm a big girl and can handle it. What I want to
know though, is how serious are things now? Why did they cancel the
movie? Are you in danger?"

	"I don't know exactly, to be honest. A few nights ago, my girlfriend
Katherine Heigl was abducted when she was going home. Gordon Hapsboro
was in the car that took her and, while I'll save you the gory
details, let's just say that they let her know that she was stepping
into some serious trouble if she continued down the road, if she kept
digging for things with me,"

	"What have you found?"

	"So far, nothing concrete. Everything is circumstantial and
coincidental. Did you hear about the four actresses who got arrested
in Las Vegas a few weeks back?"

	Mila's brow furrowed. "No, not one word,"

	"Exactly. That was caused by me and Katherine, we set them - the Rose
Petals - up for a crime. It played out perfectly, except that Willis
and his men had the LVPD wrapped around their finger and sprung them
free within hours,"

	"How do you know it was them?" Mila asked.

	"I don't have anything to prove it as of yet, but that's what I'm
working on right now. All of this has happened really quickly - the
arrests, Katherine getting taken and now the movie getting shut down.
There is just too much happening in too short amount of time for it
all to be a coincidence. Willis knows that I'm going after him, trying
to stop him from controlling women like this, and that's the reason
the movie got shut down. It was a warning shot,"

	"Well, I'll tell you what I know. A few days after our little
encounter on the set, Eliza Dushku came up to me and invited me to a
party. Some real formal thing where a whole bunch of actresses were
going to be. I told her I would think about it and check my schedule,
all of that. Then she goes missing for a few days and I think the
party got cancelled or something. So I take it that she was in Las
Vegas when all of that stuff happened?"

	I smiled at her. "You pick up quick. Yes, Eliza was there. She is the
second highest person in the Rose Petals, with only Salma Hayek ahead
of her. She was in Vegas bringing in a new member and that's when
things got real complicated,"

	Mila digested all this for a second, then spoke again.

	"What are you going to do now?"

	Looking absently around the alley way, at all the strewn garbage and
the cloudy sky overhead, I sighed.

	"Right now, I don't know. The best plan I can come up with is to keep
trying at Antamount, through whatever means I can, to try and get
something incriminating, something solid that I can use. Getting
thrown out today is a set back for sure, but I'm sure I'll come up
with something,"

	Mila giggled, her laugh startling me a bit.

	"This is all so cool, if you don't mind me saying. Real Cloak &
Dagger kind of stuff, with secret conspiracies and spying and all
that. I can't believe it's really happening,"

	"Neither can I Mila. I just wish it wasn't,"

	She stepped up to me, a sultry look on her face. "You know, if there
is anything I can do to help out the cause...just let me go. Secret
Agent Kunis, reporting for duty," she said, making a mock salute at
her forehead.

	I laughed. "Thanks. But how do I know I can really trust you?"

	"Let me give you some incentive. I never did get a chance to prove
myself to you you know," she said, stepping up to me. I looked down at
her small face, her pink colored bottom lip being bitten by her teeth.
Our eyes locked and she stood on her tip toes, kissing me. Her lips
were soft, just like I remembered them. As she pressed her body
against mine, my towering frame looming over her, I felt her small
form and it's heat seeping out through her clothing.

	Our kiss became more passionate, and I felt my arms instinctively
move down to her back. I knew Mila was a sweet girl, just trying to
help and try as I might, especially with all the stress of Antamount,
I found myself growing more and more aroused as our tongues mingled
with one another. It had been a while since I really felt the feel of
a warm woman in my arms, and the excitement I felt kissing her there
in that dingy alley way was far more intense than I would have first
thought.

	My hands slid down her back to her ass, cupping each cheek in my
hands as I squeezed the soft globes, Mila's hot breath caressing my
cheek. The locale was certainly not the most erotic place for such a
passionate kiss to take place, but as my hormones began to take over,
reality and the problems I was facing began to melt away.
	
	Holding her in my arms, I leaned my weight into her, causing her to
step backward as her small ass bumped into the hood of my car. I broke
the kiss for just a moment, long enough to just look around and make
sure we were really alone and not to be spotted, before burying my
mouth onto her neck, tasting her soft and warm flesh against my lips.

	Mila moaned as she leaned further back onto the car. For the first
time I noticed her outfit - a knee length denim skirt and a spaghetti
strap baby blue top that hung delicately on her frame, the outline of
her young breasts visible against the fabric, her nipples growing hard
from our embrace.

	Shrugging off my sports coat, I let it fall to the dirty ground as I
placed my arms on Mila's shoulders, holding her down as my weight
pressed against her body, the car groaning along with us as it bent to
our weight. Mila's soft brown hair splayed out on the hood as her
hands caressed my chest, moving down nimbly to my belt buckle, undoing
it expertly as she took it off in one quick, fluid motion. Mila lifted
her head back up and began to kiss me again, running one hand against
my cheek as I struggled out of my pants, unzipping them as they fell
down to my thighs.

	Lifting myself up slightly, I moved my hands up Mila's smooth legs,
sliding them up to the hem of her skirt, pushing it up roughly around
her waist. With every movement we each made, it became not a
conscience act of love making, but more about lust as each second went
by. Her matching blue panties were slightly damp from the excitement,
our conversation (not to mention the arousal of possibly being caught)
truly turning her on. Between her legs, I could make out the slight
brown patch of pubic hair covering her sex, the rough and dark color
of it seeming to strain to get out of her panties.

	I moved my hand up to her left breast, squeezing it roughly in my
hand as I palmed her small globe, the feel of her young flesh
radiating through the top. Mila lifted herself up slightly off the
hood, her body now almost completely on it (except for her cute,
tennis shoe clad feet hanging off the front bumper) as she rotated her
shoulder and let one side of the garment fall off just enough to
almost expose her breast.

	The sight of her near bare chest excited me tremendously as I ground
my hips into hers, letting her feel my excited manhood between her
legs as she wrapped her thighs around me. There was just one final
obstacle in the way for us, and I quickly dispatched it, pushing her
panties aside with my thumb to expose her wet pussy in the dark light
of the alley way.

	Reaching her hand down, Mila's fingers squeezed my cock through my
boxers as she held it tightly in her hand. Slipping two fingers
inside, I almost came from just the feel of her touch on my prick.
Still holding it, she pulled it out into the air, the entire length
twitching and leaking a bit of precum as it sprang free. My balls fell
out of my boxers as well, leaving both of us exposed in this alley way
in the middle of a busy day in LA. Neither one of us seemed to care
though - whether it was her enthusiasm and seemingly pure desire to
just help out in destroying Antamount, or my sudden understanding of
the desperate relief I craved, the sound of the city just faded away
from around us and we were entranced by one another.

	Staring down into her deep brown eyes, Mila didn't have to say a word
to me, the message was clear: she wanted me to fuck her, and fuck her
NOW. I broke my gaze and looked down to watch her small hand guide my
prick towards her spread and waiting legs, her pussy lips aroused in
the excitement, the dampness of her pushed aside panties sticking to
her skin by her opening. Thrusting my hips forward ever so slightly, I
moaned in pleasure as the tip of my dick made contact with her hot
sex, Mila rubbing it up and down along her outer lips for a moment
before finally releasing it and letting me take the final step. With a
loud grunt and a fierce grip on her ass, I did just that and entered
her.

	Mila cried out in a scream so loud it echoed down the alley way as I
plunged entirely into her in one quick and rapid motion. The feeling
of her snatch overwhelmed me, making me feel weak in the knees: her
young, tight pussy was gripping me so hard I felt like I was in a
vise. As I burrowed further and further into her, the tip of my prick
touching the back of her inner wall, I felt my balls slam against her
ass as the entire car rocked from our motion.

	Animal lust took over for Mila as well, as she wrapped her legs
tightly around me, holding me deep inside of her body as I slowly
began to remove my dick from inside of her, her pussy lips clinging to
my shaft reluctantly, not wanting to let go. Her death grip around my
waist eased up a bit as she allowed me to pull out of her, but like a
vortex sucking me in, I was very quick to thrust myself right back
inside of her, a gasp escaping her lips.

	Moving my hand to her chest, I pulled aside her top and began to
fondle her breasts. Her exotic colored skin - a deeper shade of color
than my own - made her breasts seem like two smooth mounds of clay,
soft and pliable to my touch. Her pink nipples were hard as they
jutted from her small breasts, the tips seeming to throb as I caressed
them with my finger tips. I could feel her heart beating rapidly in
her chest as I began to move very slightly in and out of her, my body
acting on it's own as I pushed harder and harder into her pussy.
Mila's body rocked beneath me as I groped at her chest, my own body
pressed against hers as she bit playfully at my shoulder, suppressing
a cry of ecstasy.

	I could feel her aroused clit rubbing against my shaft as I pushed in
and out of her, the soft sound of her wet snatch slightly audible in
the empty alleyway. Pulling my cock out from her all the way, I looked
down and admired the erotic sight of it, covered in her juices and
excitement, the purple-ish tip of my cockhead wet and throbbing as I
again slid it into her. Mila shivered beneath me as I did this, the
rapid thrust enough to set off a minor orgasm between her legs, her
juices flowing out from her. As I continued to fuck her, much more
heatedly and rapidly now, her body relaxed from her orgasm and seeming
to beg me on as it molded and twitched with my every move, I felt the
pressure in my balls grow tremendously, pushing me toward cumming.

	Struggling not to shoot too soon, it was a futile effort - the
possibility for relief from all the tension and the complete
willingness of Mila to give herself over to me was just too much to
bear. Grunting, I took hold of Mila's hips one last time, lifting her
up by the small of her back as I stepped backward, fully impaling her
on my prick. Her tight snatch slid downward on my shaft until I was
buried deep inside her to the fullest. As the tip of my shaft made
contact with her cervix, the soft feel of it rubbing against my
sensitive cock head, I exploded in orgasm, shooting multiple streams
of long pent up cum deep inside of Mila, coating her inner walls with
my seed.

	Mila moaned as I bounced her up and down on my shaft, feeling the
sticky cum drench her pussy walls as our mingled juices slid down her
legs. My cock twitching a few more times, my orgasm finally began to
subside after about ten long, thick shots of cum were emptied into
her. It was not necessarily the best orgasm of my life, but it was
certainly one of the most needed - I felt as if a tremendous weight
was lifted off my shoulders as I panted, slowly setting Mila's small
ass on the hood of the car. Mila stood up on wobbly legs, pulling her
panties back on to soak up our juices as she smoothed out her skirt. I
leaned back against the alley wall, sliding my boxers back on and my
pants back up as we both recovered from this instance of arousal that
had over taken us. I felt a shiver of excitement down my spine as I
realized now that through out the entire affair, we could have been
caught by anyone at any time. This made it seem all the more erotic
and I smiled at the thought of what getting caught might mean. With my
career, which had seemed so promising, now in serious jeopardy,
getting caught for fucking someone like Mila in a dingy alley way
wouldn't have been my biggest concern at all.

	"What's so funny?" Mila asked, sliding the straps of her top back
over her smooth shoulders.

	"Oh nothing. I was just thinking of how risky that whole thing just
was,"

	Mila grinned. "I know, that's why I did it. Gives the whole spy thing
a lot more flare, don't you think?"

	"If you mean do I feel like James Bond, then the answer would be
yes," I replied.

	"Hmm...I wonder what my Bond girl name should be," Mila said, walking
over to me as she helped me buckle my belt and fix my shirt. "I know
Pussy Galore is taken..."

	"How about Ivana Fuckalot?" I said, laughing.

	"Hehe, I like that one. Now, how about taking Ivana to get some
lunch? We can talk things over more then,"

	"Certainly Ms. Fuckalot, it would be my pleasure," I said as we both
got into the car, as I started it up and backed out of the alley way.
The future was grim to be certain  - but for now, the present wasn't
half bad at all.





KATHERINE'S STORY:

	The "branding" job Antamount had done on me was causing me a bit more
problems than I thought. For starters, I had no idea how women with
nipple rings got anything done. Even just moving around the house,
carrying things or accidentally bumping into walls, any tension or
feeling against my nipple would cause me to stop and gasp suddenly,
the pleasure striking me like a lightning bolt. I hated myself
tremendously for being aroused by such a horrible thing - especially
one that was forced on me - but the thought of just taking them out
and then getting caught by one of their goons was too much of a risk,
and frightened me tremendously.

	Having no hair to cover my pussy was also quite embarrassing. As the
hair started to grow back a bit, I found it to be rather itchy and
uncomfortable, having to constantly stick my hand in my pants to
scratch at it. This of course contributed to making me very aroused.
I'm sure that was there entire intention by doing it - to make me
think about sex all the time - but in spite of myself I had to admit
that they were doing a damn good job.

	The best solution I could come up with was to wear just baggy sweat
pants and a t-shirt that was much too large. Baggy clothes were less
likely to arouse me, and that was something I could certainly do
without.

	I had slowly recovered from the trauma of the event, though my
lashing out at Alex made me feel very guilty. I was still mad at him
for trying to be so stubborn in getting his way, not seeing the forest
for the trees, but I knew that deep down he didn't want me to get hurt
and really just wanted to stop these bastards.

	Still though, I hardly felt like doing much other than sitting around
watching television, which was what I happened to be doing when the
phone rang. Padding on the floor over to get it, I picked up the
receiver.

	"Hello?"

	"Is Alex in?" a soft female voice said in the phone.

	"No, he's not. Whose calling?" I said, suddenly feeling a little
suspicious about this.

	"Do you know when he will be back or where I can reach him?"

	"Who wants to know?" I said, trying to place the voice. I knew it
from somewhere...

	"Thank you," she said and then the phone went dead. Staring at it for
a moment, my curiosity got the best of me and I dialed *69 to try and
get the number who just called.

	"The number who just called was 555-1215...if you would like to call
this," the computerized voice said before I cut it off, just pushing
one and having them dial the number.

	After the second ring, a gruff voice picked up the phone.

	"This is Charlie,"

	I suddenly felt very confused, and my surprise must have registered
in my voice.

	"Charlie? Is that you? This is Katherine,"

	"Hi Katherine," he said, his voice suddenly becoming softer. "What's
going on?"

	"Well, a woman just called here and she wouldn't tell me who she was
and so I did a *69 to find out and the number that it connected me to
was you. Did someone there just call me?"

	There was a pause on the phone. "Uh, listen Katherine...someone did
just call you. In fact she's standing right here. There's something we
need to discuss with you, is it possible for you to come down here
like, right now?"

	"Who called here Charlie?" I asked, a growing bit of anger in my
voice.

	"I don't really want to say over the phone Katherine, if you catch my
drift. Just trust me on this, it relates to you and Alex. I know
someone who wants to help you but I need your cooperation in getting
her here,"

	"Charlie, you know I love you but you aren't making a whole hell of a
lot of sense,"

	"Look Katherine, I don't want to stay on the line too long. Just come
to my office as soon as you can," he said and then he too hung up the
phone.

	Standing there holding the receiver - again - I slammed it back down.
Rage coursed through my veins - this thing was never going to stop
unless I saw to it that it DID stop. Whatever Charlie wanted, it
seemed obvious that it was pretty hush hush stuff. Walking into my
bedroom, I gingerly removed my t-shirt and began to dress.

	If what Charlie said was true, then this might be the best chance yet
to put an end to this nightmare - all the help we can get is just what
we need.





KIRSTEN'S STORY:

	Shivering a bit as I climbed into the backseat of the cab, I turned
around to look out of the frost covered back window at Eliza, standing
there waving as I left. I waved back and blew her a kiss as the driver
pulled away from the airport, heading into the city.

	Eliza's plan, while ambitious, was certainly something I thought I
could pull off. If we played it out right, and things fell into place
like I hoped, not only would our little "mission" be successful, but
Eliza and myself would both get quite a bit of enjoyment out of
things.

	I sat back in the cab, looking out at the light snow falling on the
city of Boston. Though I was an East Coast girl, I never really had
taken to the cold weather of the north east. There were quite a few
very bitter Jersey winters growing up and even being here in Boston
for a few days made me long immediately for the much more mild
California weather.

	As the driver drove onward, I reached into my purse and took out a
compact, admiring myself in the small mirror. My hair had been pulled
back in a pony tail and I only had the slightest bit of blush and
lipstick on. I didn't want to look obvious as a celebrity - being
dolled up completely would draw attention to myself. Still though, I
had to at least look attractive enough to her when we were alone.
Putting on a light shade of pink lipstick as a touch up, I smacked my
lips together and put the compact back in my purse, settling back onto
the seat, the stale air of the cab blowing on me. Well, I thought; at
least it was warm.

	Further into the city, I noticed that the cab driver - a middle aged
black man - kept looking at me in the rear view mirror. When I caught
his gaze during his quick looks, I held it, smiling at him.

	"You're Mary Jane, aren't you?" he asked, his voice hard to make out
over the low din of the radio.

	"Yep, that's me," I said, smiling my best Hollywood smile at him.
Since "Spiderman", the constant stream of fans of the movie had seemed
to never end.

	"Wow, I can't believe I'm giving a ride to you! What are you in town
for, the sequel?"

	"No, that's not shooting for a while yet," I replied. "I'm here
on...business,"

	"That's nice. I hope you enjoy Boston. Though to be honest, I would
think someone like you would have a whole entourage and not need a cab
driver like me to drive you around,"

	"Well, I like to travel like other people sometimes," I said with a
sigh. "How much further by the way?"

	I had noticed that we were further into the city now, the streets
lined with people coming and going like any other city. The buildings
here were a mixture of old and new, which really wasn't surprising
given the history of Boston.

	"Yes ma'mm, almost there. Harvard Square you said, right?"

	"Yes, thank you,"

	We drove on in silence for another ten minutes or so before the car
began to slow and then finally stop by the curb near a wide open
courtyard like thing. Having traveled across the country on short
notice, now I could really get to work. I got out of the cab and paid
the man, who really was just a star struck joe whose day I probably
made, and then scrawled on the back of my plane ticket stub an
autograph for him. He waved good bye to me and I stepped onto the curb
and zipped up my jacket, scanning the crowd as the bitter wind began
to pick up, making my ears ache in pain from the cold.

	I was in Boston in search of Natalie Portman. I knew that, with
school still in, she would be somewhere on this side of town,
attending classes at Harvard. Once I found her, it would probably take
quite a bit of charm - something I felt confident that I could do - to
get her to abandon her plans for the day and travel around with me.

	Being short like her, it wasn't difficult to mingle in with the crowd
and search her out. The hardest part however, was the fact that she
really blended in with people because of her insistence on living a
normal life away from all the spectacle of Hollywood. I remembered
hearing her in an interview say that if she wasn't famous, she would
be just another girl with brown hair, going about her life. This I
very much doubted but as I strained to look for her as I walked around
the Square and towards Harvard's campus, her words seemed all too
truthful.

	I would recount my trek around the city, past seemingly endless
amounts of students and professors and regular people as I tried to
blend in with the crowd, but there really wasn't much to tell. After
two hours of searching, having walked around in circles more than once
(I couldn't stop and ask someone for directions on where to go for
fear of being recognized), the sky was starting to get dark and the
weather was turning more cold and my hopes of finding her today were
growing more and more dim.

	I was just about to give up and call Eliza, have her come pick me up,
when something caught my eye. Wearing a long black trench coat and
huddled over a cup of coffee, a book in her lap, I saw a short woman
of Natalie's build and appearance sitting off on a park bench, a
street light over head as a couple sat, arguing with one another, at
the other end of the bitch. Lifting a mittened hand to turn the page
of her book, Natalie seemed oblivious to the rest of the world around
her, her body hunched over to try and keep warm as she read.

	Someone bumped into me from behind, suddenly jarring me out of my
transfixed state of studying her as the quite rude person passed by,
muttering something about "getting out of the way bitch". I let it go
without incident but then slowly began to walk forward, out of the
line of pedestrian traffic as I continued to observe the girl on the
bench. Though I was standing across the street from her, with cars
driving by between us, I quickly realized that my assumption had been
right. There was something about the way she held herself, even the
way she sipped her coffee that conveyed not only poise but also some
unexplainable trait that made her stand out. With a growing
realitization, I understood it to be grace: how someone like her could
simply sit on a park bench and read a book and yet still make it look
calculated and practiced, without any effort whatsoever.

	You might think I was jealous of Natalie, and to be honest I think I
was, at least professionally. Though we had both grown up somewhat the
same: she from New York, me from New Jersey, both of us starting to
act as children, part of me deep down resented how she had been able
to hand pick her roles as an actress almost from day one while I had
done many many many crummy movies and commercials. Still though, I
knew that she was just another person and that fate had just dealt her
a different hand than me. Neither of us were really struggling for
work and we both had achieved huge success, so that was something to
be proud of in spite of how we had done it. There was also something
about Natalie's look that I resented - how she was so beautiful, so
effortlessly and how even though I too was considered to be quite
beautiful, her look was one that would turn heads, if given the right
amount of attention.

	Shrugging off this growing sense of jealousy, I focused my mind on
more immediate tasks. Namely, getting myself over there and
distracting her. Glancing around the street, there were no really big
distractions that I could cause or anything to draw attention to
myself. To pull this off would require some actual acting, with some
very careful scripting.

	Taking a deep breath, I moved to the crosswalk and crossed the
street, my gaze focused on Natalie, who had not looked up once since I
observed her. Once on the same side of the street as her, I quickly
formulated a way to get her attention. It wasn't the most elegant
thing, but it would certainly work.

	My heart beating in my chest more from excitement at what would
(hopefully) come than fear of looking dumb, I slowly opened my purse,
leaving the top flap open as I walked just a few feet from Natalie
now, my purse on my arm.

	"Oops!" I said, dropping my purse to the ground in front of Natalie
as I feigned tripping, the contents of the purse spilling out in front
of her feet. Bending down to pick it up, I glanced up at Natalie, who
had finally looked up from her book to see me down on the ground in
front of her. At first her face did not register anything, but as our
eyes met, it suddenly dawned on her who I was. Holding her place with
her finger, Natalie closed the book around her hand.

	"Kirsten Dunst?" she asked, studying me.

	"Natalie Portman?" I replied, doing my best to act surprised at
seeing her.

	"Wow, it really is you!" Natalie said, a smile crossing her face. I
felt my heart skip a beat as she smiled at me, a beautiful sight to
behold without doubt.

	"I guess it is me, though I am not always this clumsy," I said,
gathering up the few contents of my purse and putting them back into
it.

	"What are you doing here?" she asked, her attention now focused on
me.

	"Oh, I'm in town visiting some friends. I had some time to kill
before they got back from work so I was just walking around the city,"
I said, now kneeling on my knees in front of her, my purse in my lap.

	"Really? That's great. Wow, you know for two people who were all the
rage this past summer, I think this is the first time we have actually
met," Natalie said.

	"I think so too. And talk about a weird circumstance, me just falling
to my feet in front of you," I said with a smile.

	"No doubt," Natalie said. She extended her hand. "Do you need some
help?"

	"I think I've got it alright, thank you," I replied. "But could you
give me a hand up?"

	Natalie nodded and I took her hand, lifting myself back up so that I
was looking down at her. Natalie folded the corner on her book and put
it beside her, looking up at me.

	"So, what are you up to?" I asked, shifting my bag on my shoulder.

	"Well, I just got done with finals yesterday so I've spent today
doing some shopping and just relaxing. You wouldn't believe how much
more tiring being in school is than actually being on a set,"

	"I know. Sometimes I wish I had gone on to college, but since my
career is really at a high point right now, I don't think my agent or
parents would let me,"

	Natalie laughed. "Yes, agents can be tricky. How long are you in town
for?"

	"Oh, just a few days. I have to get back to LA soon to do some screen
testing and script reading,"

	"What are you working on right now?"

	"Well, I'm trying to decide on roles at the moment. I'm sure you know
how that goes. I have Spiderman 2 coming soon to start shooting but
until then, I'm just trying to pick a good role,"

	"I understand," Natalie said. There was a pause in our conversation.
"Hey Kirsten, would you like to go get a cup of coffee or something?
You look pretty cold and I could go for a refill. If you have the time
I mean,"

	Bingo. Just the invite I was looking for.

	"Sure Natalie, I'd love to. But you'll have to lead the way - I don't
know my way around town at all,"

	Natalie laughed. "Not a problem. I was lost when I first got here,
thinking I would be okay since I knew New York real well, but Boston
is laid out totally differently. There is a good coffee shop right
around the corner though, if you don't mind walking a few blocks,"

	"Not a problem. Besides, I could use the exercise. I think I'm
getting fat," I said with a grin as I helped Natalie off of the bench,
feeling the heat from her small hand through her mittens. Natalie
giggled at my comment.

	"If you're getting fat, then I'm an orca,"

	
	The humorously named coffee shop, Hot Black Injection, was only a few
blocks away. Natalie held the door for me as I walked in, shaking off
a small pile of snow that had collected on my shoulder. The place was
filled with students and professors from Harvard and any of the other
thirty or so colleges in Boston and despite my celebrity (and
Natalie's), we fit right in as we took a booth near the back. A cute
girl came over as our waitress, smiling at Natalie and then looking at
me and realizing who I was. The girl's face lit up and I could tell
she was about to bubble over with excitement, but Natalie quickly
extended her hand on the girls arm.

	"No Denise, it's alright. We really don't want a mob of people over
here,"

	"Sorry Natalie," Denise replied, a look of disappointment on her
face. She turned to look at me. "I loved you in 'The Virgin Suicides'
though,"

	"Thank you," I said with a smile. As she walked away with our order,
I breathed a sigh of relief at not getting mobbed by a store full of
people. When I looked back over at Natalie, she was shaking her head
in a grin as she looked down at the table.

	"What's so funny?" I asked, kicking her lightly under the table.
Natalie looked up at me with a smirk on her beautiful face, trying not
to laugh too much.

	"It's just...you should have seen the look on your face when she
first recognized you," Natalie said, giggling quietly to herself.

	"What, and that doesn't happen to you?" I said, blushing a little at
Natalie's comment.

	"It did when I first came in here, but all the waiters and waitresses
know who I am now so they don't make a big deal out of it. To them,
I'm just a student like them who happens to have acted in some
movies,"

	"'Some movies' of course being on of the biggest film franchises of
all time," I shot back, giving Natalie a sly grin as I rolled my eyes.

	"Hey, you aren't exactly in a whole bunch of indie films yourself.
Remember, 'Spiderman' made more money than the last 'Star Wars' did.
That's something to be proud of,"

	"I know, you're right. But I have to say Natalie, you're modesty is
amazing. I have never met someone from Hollywood who was as grounded
as you are," I replied. And it was true - I knew that Natalie was
modest, but even talking to her now, it wasn't that hard to believe
that she really WAS another student who acted in some movies.

	Denise arrived back at the table with our coffees, beaming at me as
she set it down. I glanced over her shoulder and saw some waiters in
the back chatting with themselve and pointing in our direction.
Walking away from the table, I couldn't help but notice Denise's ass
as it swished away in a pair of sheer black pants.

	Natalie and I sipped our coffee and talked for the next hour and a
half, getting to know each other better. We quickly made a connection
with each other, with both of us having had similar experiences in
Hollywood - growing up around movie stars, memorizing lines while
still trying to stay in school, being the youngest person often times
on a movie set, dealing with obsessive fans...by the time we had
finished our third cup (and what I presume to be Natalie's fourth), I
felt an undeniable bond with Natalie, and I think she felt the same
thing. There was just something about talking to her that made me feel
like a better person. I can't really describe it, but as our
conversation slowly began to wind down, the reality of what I was sent
to Boston to do was starting to come back to me now.

	I hadn't really been looking to avoid it, but I was also not really
looking forward to it that much. Besides the fact that I didn't think
I would actually find her and it would work out that we got talking
beyond just a casual hello, the thought of having an agenda when it
came to seducing her and getting her to go along with the Rose Petals
and their plans really didn't seem fair. Here Natalie was, just living
her nice peaceful life, and Eliza and I were supposed to interrupt it.
I felt a bit like a heel for having to do it, but I knew that now that
the ball was rolling, there was really no stopping it.

	Which is not to say that I wasn't attracted to her. I had always
thought she was beautiful, but now that I had gotten to know her
better, I had become quite intoxicated with her personality and her
appearance and I could feel a growing wetness between my legs at the
thought of getting her into bed. So innocent, yet so smart and
seemingly so worldly...her beauty was pretty rare, as was someone of
her intellect, and was something that I found myself sucked in by.

	Setting her coffee cup down, Natalie glanced over my shoulder.

	"Woah, look at that Kiki," she said, having already adopted my pet
nickname earlier in the conversation. "The snow is really coming down
hard,"

	I turned around and Natalie was indeed right - though not a blizzard,
the flakes were falling very fast as the wind blew snow down the
street and onto cars and passersby trying to huddle away from the
cold. It was a very formidable looking storm and I wasn't really
looking forward to going back out in it. A plan on how to push things
further with Natalie began to formulate in my head.

	"I better call my friends. I don't think I can make it to their place
in this weather," I said, looking down at my cell phone as I dialed
Eliza's number. She picked up after one ring.

	"What's the progress?"

	"Hi! This is Kirsten!," I said, trying to keep the conversation from
revealing too much. I noticed Natalie wasn't even watching me, instead
staring out the window at the snow, her hand on her perfect chin.

	"How goes the seduction?" Eliza asked.

	"Oh no, I'm fine. Just fine,"

	"Good, glad to hear it. When will you bring her to my hotel?"

	"Any ways, the reason I called was to say that I can't stay with you
tonight,"

	Eliza's voice rose an octave. "What?"

	"Yeah, I know, I really wanted to. But the weather is really bad
outside and I can't get down to your part of town in this snow,"

	"Kirsten, you know better than to screw this up!" Eliza hissed. "If
the Mistress finds out..."

	I, meanwhile, kept my cheery demeanor. "Well, let me give you the
name and room of the hotel I'm staying at. Maybe you can come visit
me,"

	Eliza sighed. "Alright, let me get a pen and paper..."

	I waited a few seconds and then said "Ok, ready?"

	"Yes, ready. Will I be able to set up the video equipment like we are
supposed to?"

	"Uh-huh. I've stayed in this hotel before, so it should be all ready
to go. I'm staying at the Hilton Boston, room 1119,"

	"1119. Good. I will be in 1118, even if I have to kill someone to get
that room. Good luck Kirsten and don't screw this up. The video will
show everything,"

	"Ok, so will I see you while I'm in town do you think?"

	"Not till tomorrow. Shit, I really wish I could have you to myself
tonight but I know the Rose petals come first,"

	"Ok, that's good. Thank you. I'll see you later then?"

	"Yes, I'll see you later Kirsten. Just remember no matter what
happens, I still love you,"

	Hearing those words from Eliza made a lump in my throat, but I
managed to swallow it down before I hung up the phone. "You too. Bye,"

	Natalie turned to look at me again. "When did you book a hotel room?"
she asked, a totally innocent question but one that I now realized
caught me in a bit of a trap. I thought real fast on my feet.

	"Oh, just now. Didn't you hear me?" I said, lying through my teeth. I
had actually reserved the hotel when I thought that I wouldn't be able
to find Natalie at all. I had booked a nice fancy room for me and
Eliza to share for ourselves, something far better than the cheap one
that I knew she had rented to seem "incognito"

	"No, I guess not," Natalie said, already a little bored with her own
question. "I was just lost in watching the snow fall. It's so
beautiful,"

	"Not as beautiful as you," I whispered to myself as I continued to
study and continued to be amazed by her overall. Eliza loved me, that
I was certain. But I was already feeling something between Natalie and
I that seemed BEYOND love. Natalie's ears perked up at my comment.

	"What did you say?"

	"I said 'I think so too'," I said, quickly correcting myself. "Well,
I better be going before the weather gets any worse,"

	I stood up from the table, putting my coat on and tying my scarf
around my neck as Natalie rose with me.

	"Do you know where you're going?" she asked, not so much sounding
like a doting mother as just a friend.

	"Uh, yeah I think so. I go left and then umm...take a right on this
street and then four...no, maybe five blocks east and then..." I said,
my arms pointing out in different directions before dropping to my
side as I resigned myself to admitting I was lost. "Yeah, I'm pretty
much clueless,"

	Natalie laughed. "Would you like me to walk you to your hotel
Kirsten? I wouldn't trust a cab in this weather,"

	"Sure Natalie, that would be great," I said, my heart beat growing
faster as I tried to contain my excitement. I had finally discovered
what I was feeling. In spite of myself and the overall intention of
what things had been, I knew now that I had a crush on Natalie. An
undeniable, purely physical attraction to her. And like so many
crushees, she was totally clueless.

	We left the coffee shop and stepped outside into the immediately
blistering cold. I could feel the wind tearing at my cheeks
immediately and Natalie, despite being accustomed to the climate, was
gritting her teeth against the cold. We walked onward, chit chatting
occasionally with an occasional joke or giggle or just casual remark,
but for the most part we stayed silent, the wind whipping by us both
as the snow began to pile up on street corners and parked cars.
Besides a few cars on the road, their lights bright in the light of
the dying day, there was hardly any one else out. We saw a pair of
homeless people huddled in a doorway to stay out of the wind, both of
them sharing a Grande coffee from Starbucks. Natalie reached into her
pocket and handed them a small wad of bills, to which they thanked us
and smiled as we moved onward.

	After about fifteen minutes and 10 blocks (it was further than I
thought), we arrived at the hotel, the doorman outside under the
awning smiling weakly at us as a strong wind kicked up and almost tore
off his hat. He opened the door for us and we stepped inside into the
blessedly warm lobby of the hotel.

	Shaking snow off of our coats, Natalie and I rubbed our hands
together to try and warm up as we giggled with each other, each
laughing at the other and their attempt to get warm. I took off the
wool hat that I wore and shook my hair free, the ends damp from the
snow outside as Natalie removed her gloves and folded them neatly
under her arm.

	"Would you like to come up to my room to warm up a bit before going
back out?" I asked. Natalie pondered the question for a moment, my
eyes intently watching her, my heart secretly hoping she would say
yes.

	"Well, I do have some other errands to run but...I guess a few
minutes wouldn't hurt," she said. I smiled at her, the excitement of
taking her to my room running through my body and warming me up in all
the right places.

	"Ok, just one second. Let me go get checked in, ok?"

	"Ok,"

	I walked over to the concierge and, after paying for the room and
getting my keys, walked back over to Natalie a few minutes later. She
had taken a seat on a couch, her hands folded between her legs as she
watched a couple across the room whisper and giggle with one another.
I stood beside her and followed her vision.

	"Isn't that cute? I sometimes wish I had time to date people, I
really do,"

	I had to bite my tongue as I nodded in agreement. "Yes, they are
pretty cute. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone. And when
that happens, you'll simply make time for them,"

	Natalie looked up at me and rolled her eyes. "Right, like where am I
going to find a guy who isn't totally freaked out by me being a
celebrity?"

	"Who said it had to be a guy?" I said with a smile, poking her in the
shoulder to let her know that I was joking, despite the fact that I
really wasn't.

	"Ha ha, very funny," Natalie said, poking me back as she played off
the question. "All set?"

	"Yep, follow me,"

	We took the elevator up to the 11th floor where my room was. Stepping
off, I glanced down the hall and saw nothing there except for a few
empty room service trays sitting on the floor. Natalie walked behind
me, her small feet barely making a noise on the carpeted floor. I
swiped the key through the slot and opened the door, the room dark as
I stepped inside.

	Flicking on the light switch, the room suddenly lit up and revealed a
massive king size bed in the middle of the room, as well as a large tv
on a center dresser and the typical table and chairs off by the window
and air conditioner. Natalie walked in behind me, shutting the door
with a solid thud as she closed it. I stepped further into the room,
kicking off my shoes.

	"Wow Kirsten, you spare no expense when it comes to rooms do you?"
Natalie said, checking out the room.

	"Right, and you are a real penny pincher I bet," I countered.

	Natalie giggled. "No, I don't suppose I am. But still...that's an
awfully big bed for one person,"

	I walked over to it and flopped backward, spreading my arms out as I
stretched out on it. "I like to stretch out, what can I say,"

	Natalie chuckled to herself and then walked over to the mini bar like
thing near the door.

	"I'll make us some coffee," Natalie said, already at work with the
filters and pot.

	I propped myself up on the bed, my stocking feet hanging off the
edge. "You drink more coffee than anyone I know,"

	"I don't drink or smoke. It's my only vice I guess," 

	I sat and watched her make the coffee, unable to keep my eyes from
admiring her blue jean clad ass. Natalie had a very casual look about
her, now that her coat was off. She wore a heavy sweater that didn't
do much to accentuate her frame, but still looked incredibly stylish
on her. With her cap off as well, I saw that her normally long brown
hair was pulled up in a bun on top of her head. She rolled up the
sleeves on her sweater as she worked on the coffee, pouring in the
instant stuff into the maker and setting it to start. She swayed back
and forth and hummed some tune I couldn't pick out to herself as I
continued admiring her.

	Natalie turned her head back over her shoulder and looked at me with
a grin. "What? Why do you keep staring at me?"

	"I'm just making sure you aren't trying to poison me or anything," I
said slyly.

	"Ha! Boy, I could see the headlines now - 'Amidala poisons Mary
Jane!' 'I just wanted a part in the sequel,' claims Portman'"

	I laughed at her joke as Natalie continued to look at me, a sexy grin
on her face. I couldn't watch her anymore, at least without becoming
incredibly turned on by even her slightest motions, so I turned back
and looked for the remote for the television. Picking it up, I scooted
towards the back of the bed. Resting my head against the wall as I
looked at the remote for the power button, my ears suddenly perked up
as I heard a noise. It sounded kind of like a whirring, at it was
coming from the wall. Lifting my head up to look, I saw that the
picture over the bed - one of those generic sunset pictures, was
slightly crooked. Just above the left corner was a very very small
hole in the wall, one that you wouldn't have seen if I hadn't been
looking at it from that angle. Eliza's camera.

	My heart suddenly started to race at the thought of Natalie seeing
the hole or hearing the whirring. My hand shot up quickly to push the
picture up over the hole, but I thought better of it. Eliza, nor any
of the Rose Petals, would not like it if I blocked their view. They
had demanded some kind of proof that I did the job (which, truthfully,
I was feeling quite a bit of trepidation about) and this might be the
only way they could catch the action. As I lowered my head back down
though, I could see reflected in the mirror right above the television
other holes in the wall just like the one I had just found. What could
have just been a simple hole in itself was now clearly one that had
been placed there intentionally. They were scattered in all places
over the wall, forming somewhat of a diagonal pattern as they made
their way down, my eyes following them through the mirror all the way
over to the corner of the wall (one at the very top) and even over the
big window looking out onto the city (just above the frame in the
middle).

	I was amazed that Eliza had been able to get so many cameras in so
quickly, but I was sure she had done this sort of thing before. This
was, after all, my first real involvement with any of the Rose Petals
tactics. I guess they really wanted to make sure they captured all the
action. As my eyes came back to the center of the room, a rush of
arousal coursed through my body at the thought of Eliza on the other
side, watching me through the wall on a bevy of television monitors.

	Natalie turned back towards me and, in an instant feeling of guilt, I
immediately turned the television on to drown out the very faint
whirring. It worked like a charm as I began to cycle aimlessly through
the channels, Natalie carrying two cups of coffee over towards me on
the bed. She slowly climbed on as I took one from her hand, allowing
her to scoot on next to me and lean herself against the wall.

	"Two sugars and a little bit of cream, right?" Natalie said. I arched
my eyebrows in surprise.

	"Wow, you were really paying attention weren't you?"

	"Hey, when you drink coffee like I do, you pick up on these things
pretty quick," Natalie replied. Sipping the coffee, it somehow tasted
far better than any coffee I had ever tasted. It had to have been
because of the sheer fact that Natalie herself made it. As I swallowed
down the first gulp, I realized how sweet a girl Natalie really was:
the consideration to get coffee with me, to walk me to my hotel, to
give the money to the homeless people and now this. Natalie was truly
an innocent, good natured person. I again felt a pang of guilt at the
fact that I had to seduce her like I was supposed to. Eliza (and who
knew who else) was counting on me.

	But Natalie was also a normal person. She had feelings and needs and
desires. She could get aroused and cause arousal just like anyone
else. My mind clung to this fact as I began to think about every move
I made now, with Natalie's body so close to me and the lingering scent
of her perfume - a top designer brand that I couldn't place, maybe
Ralph Lauren - wafting into my nose, even over the scent of the
coffee.

	I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I slowly cycled through
the channels, trying to find something good. When I came all the way
back around, I stopped for a moment on the pay per view station.
Natalie suddenly laughed and put her hand on my arm.

	"Wait wait, leave it here!" she cried "The adult movie titles are
always a hoot!"

	I grinned and set the remote down as the titles and times of normal
movies cycled through one screen at a time. We remarked back and forth
to each other what we had seen and what we had not. After about three
screens of this, a message popped up on the screen, causing us both to
laugh hysterically as Natalie read it out loud in an imitated deep
voice.

	"Note to parents!" she said, adding an exclamation point after every
sentence. "To have adult movies and their titles blocked, please call
the front desk! Viewer discretion on the following titles is strongly
advised!"

	We both giggled and then began to really yell and laugh hysterically
as the titles appeared on screen.

	"Sperms of Endearment," I giggled.

	"Forrest Hump!" Natalie laughed, a full throaty laugh that caused her
whole body, as well as the bed to shake.

	We both began to howl at the next title - "Divine Secrets of my
Sister's Hood"

	Like two school girls getting their first view of a Playboy magazine,
we were rolling on the bed in laughter, Natalie's head on my shoulder
as I fought back tears of laughter. Setting my coffee cup on the
bedside table, I grabbed the remote.

	"That's it! I'm ordering 'Divine Secret's of my Sister's Hood!" I
yelled, laying forward on the bed as I held the remote out in front of
me, searching for the BUY button.

	"Kirsten, don't!" Natalie said through peels of laughter "Don't order
that!"

	Natalie moved down next to me and tried to take the remote from my
hand, but I was too quick and held it out above her head, my finger on
the button.

	"Nope! I'm gonna do it!" I said, laughing as Natalie tried to wrestle
the remote away. She lunged at my hand, a wide smile on her face in
amusement, my free hand fighting off her own hands as she tried to
stop me. She pushed her body against me as I pressed down on the
button, causing me to roll to the edge of the bed and as she tried
once more in vain to grab the remote from me. It was too late, the
"Thank you for your purchase" message already appearing on screen as
the weight of her body pressed against me, causing me to lose my grip
on the bed and fall off the side, but not before grabbing Natalie by
her arm and pulling her halfway there with me.

	I landed on my side, the remote in one hand beneath me and Natalie's
stretched sweater in the other, pulled down over her shoulder as I
clung to it for dear life, rolling onto my stomach to look up at the
screen.

	The movie had started already, and we both became transfixed on the
screen now as we saw two women passionately kissing one another on
screen as they felt each other's bodies. I pulled myself back up by
the bed, releasing Natalie's sweater, though her shoulder remained
bare.

	Natalie, struggling to catch her breath, laughed at me between words.
"Turn...it...off...Kiki,"

	I grinned at Natalie as I stood up, diving back onto the bed and
causing her to scoot over. "What's the matter Natalie, don't you want
to watch?"

	Natalie looked from the screen - the two women had now shed their
clothes - and back at me.

	"Kirsten, come on. That's silly!"

	"Oh, it will be fun. We can laugh at the dialog!" I said. I had no
intention of turning it off or stopping the movie, as the scene on
screen was already starting to arouse me quite a bit.

	Natalie sat up on the bed, crossing her legs indian style. "Fine
fine, we'll watch it...but just for a little bit,"

	Laying back down beside her, we both grew quiet as we watched the
action on screen, me on my stomach and Natalie now finally settling
back down on her own stomach, our legs just a few agonizing inches
apart. Though I hadn't planned it this way, the game was now very much
on in the task of seducing Natalie.

	On screen, I finally began to pay attention to what was happening.
There were two women, a brunette and a blonde, both with very large
fake breasts, pressing against one another as they kissed. Both were
naked and the brunette had her back to the camera. The blonde had her
hands on the girl's supple, soft ass, squeezing her cheeks as she
traced a finger up the girl's crack and down towards her pussy, where
the camera could not follow. The blonde broke the kiss and began to
lower her mouth downward towards the brunette's breast, taking her
nipple in her mouth as she looked up at the brunette with an innocent,
lust filled gaze.

	Natalie, her eyes still on the screen, half heartedly spoke to me.

	"Come on, change the channel Kirsten," she said. 

	"But Natalie, we are just getting to the good part!" I replied,
trying not to sound too over eager. Natalie offered no reply as we
continued to watch the porno, the low sound of that cheesy jazz beat
playing on the soundtrack.

	Releasing the brunette's breast from her mouth, the blonde placed her
hands on the girl's shoulders and pushed her downwards. Leaning back
against a chair, she thrust her hips outward toward the curly haired
brunette's face, her blonde patch of hair just above her pussy now
visible in the low light of the film.

	Wetting her middle finger with her mouth, the brunette used her index
finger and thumb to open up the blonde's slit before slowly working
her middle finger inside of her. She looked up lovingly at the blonde
as she slowly began to thrust upward into the woman's pussy, the
blonde leaning backwards in pleasure against the chair, her legs
spreading a bit wider as she enjoyed the feeling.

	I had become very aroused from watching this, my panties already
starting to feel slightly wet, and - glancing at her out of the corner
of my eye - I saw that Natalie was at least responding somewhat to the
movie. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes barely blinking as she
watched the movie, lost in the action on screen. I turned my gaze back
to the movie, but my mind began to drift elsewhere. I could feel
Natalie's growing heat against me, her leg just a few inches from my
own. Lifting my feet in the air at the knees, I idly moved them back
and forth, rubbing my socks together as I continued to stare at the
screen - the brunette was now licking the blonde's bush with her
tongue as she worked two fingers in and out of her.

	Through the reflection in the mirror, I saw that Natalie's legs were
raised in the air now too. Casually, so as not to make it seem too
forward, I "accidentally" bumped one of my feet against hers, knocking
it down slightly. Bouncing back like one of those toy clowns, her
small foot brushed against mine as well, her own maroon covered sock
foot caressing absently against my ankle. Feeling more brave, I moved
both of my feet towards hers, trapping her right foot in between my
own for a moment as I slid my way over the slender shape of her foot,
pulling my feet back together at the toes.

	I paused for a moment, waiting to see if Natalie would play along.
She did, her foot moving down to my ankle, her toes pushing their way
down my sock as it began to bunch up just below where she was
penetrating the piece of clothing. Meanwhile, on screen, the sound of
loud moaning as well as the brunette snacking on the woman's love box
was beating out the noise of the soundtrack, both women now moaning.

	I felt Natalie's tiny toes brush against my bare skin as she lingered
on my ankle for a moment, before slowly lifting her foot away from
mine. Natalie's legs had spread a bit wider during all of this, as had
mine, and we both had placed one leg down on the bed while playing
footsy with one another with our still elevated limbs. I felt myself
growing very very aroused by the whole ordeal, the maddening pace with
which Natalie and I had started to flirt with each other almost enough
to make me just lunge at her, kiss her.

	But I maintained my composure for a little while longer as a few more
minutes passed. We continued to fondle and play with each other's foot
like little kids, though I noticed now that Natalie had scooted closer
to me than she had before, her hands holding her chin up while I
rested my own face on one arm, both of us feigning interest in the
movie.

	As Natalie slowly lowered her leg back down, after having pushed the
cuff of my jeans up a little bit and exposing my smooth ankle, I grew
more bold and began to slowly move my head towards her, trying to look
at her face and gauge her reaction. Despite being a woman who just,
quite frankly, liked to fuck other women, I felt all of my charms and
skills go out the window as I laid on the bed with Natalie, myself now
an expert who had forgotten her toolset.

	My face slowly turning towards hers, I saw that she too was straining
to look at me. Unable to take the tease any longer, I turned my head
sharply, immediately meeting her eyes. Neither of us said anything, as
the sound of the movie and the whole world faded around us. Our faces
were agonizingly close to each other now, giving me a perfect view of
Natalie's flawless skin and face, the slight indentions in her lips
and the beauty of her birth mark on each cheek just serving to amplify
her beauty. I became lost in her gaze, our own soft light in the room
making her deep brown eyes seem to go on for miles and miles, the
light hitting them just right to give them a sort of translucent glow.
I could hear and feel Natalie's breath against my body, the aroma of
coffee and something else - a delicate sweetness perhaps - emitting
from between her lips.
	
	Like two magnets drawn to each other, both of us total opposites of
how the other lived their life, our faces began to move closer and
closer to each other until, for one gloriously haunting moment we were
less than an inch apart, so close to one another that I could see the
pores of her skin and she mine, before our lips finally made an
electric spark and touched together softly.

	The pressure and wanting between us now weighing on both of us
heavily, we continued onward towards each other, our lips growing
fuller and more intense in their union. Her mouth was soft and warm,
the delicate features of her lower lip seeming to register with every
sensory nerve in my body as first our bottom and then out top lips met
one another. And then, just like that, we were kissing.

	I felt myself immediately begin to melt into Natalie, and she into me
as our mouths became one, the soft pressure and sweet taste oh so
satisfying in that brief, seemingly eternal second. There was no
aggressor or leader or any of that. Just pure, simple union as we both
equally shared and enjoyed the pleasure of one another. Despite my
mind screaming to the contrary, I had never experienced a kiss as
passionate or real as this - not with any other woman, not with a man,
not even with Eliza. This was bliss and I never wanted it to end.

	I have no idea how long we held each other lip locked like that, but
it was reluctantly Natalie who slowly lowered her mouth from mine,
after teasing me ever so slightly with the tip of her tongue pushing
and trying to part against my lips before thinking better of it.

	Natalie quickly lowered her head, a blush of shame or some other
feeling flooding her face as she looked away from me.

	"I'm sorry...I..."

	I immediately reached my hand outward towards her. "Natalie, don't be
sorry. It was just..."

	"I know, but I'm not normally like that and..."

	"Natalie, I didn't..."

	"No, it's not that Kirsten...Kiki. It's just...I don't know..."

	"But did you..."

	"Yes, I did. It felt so good, it felt so..."

	"I know what you mean," I replied. "But don't fight it. Don't you
want to see maybe..."

	"I do but...I mean, I'm not a..."

	"No, of course you aren't Natalie. But neither am I...I just...I felt
attracted to you is all..."

	"And I did to you too Kiki," Natalie said, looking up at me. "I feel
so many emotions right now I can't..."

	I smiled at her. "Don't think Natalie. Just do,"

	She smiled back at me shyly, lowering her eyes for a moment before
returning them to my gaze. Natalie looked so sexy laying there next to
me, a slight hint of color in her clearly flustered cheeks. I scooted
as close as I could next to her on the bed, our legs now touching one
another all the way up to the thigh. Nothing more had to be said now,
it was as if we both knew exactly what to do.

	This time, with far more passion and determination, I leaned into her
again and kissed her fully on the lips, wasting no time becoming
re-intoxicated by her mouth and body. This time, when I pressed
further against her, Natalie offered no resistance, allowing my tongue
to gently part between her lips and teeth and enter the hot cavern of
her sweet mouth. As my tongue slid inside of her, I felt Natalie moan
softly against my mouth, clearly torn but also very much enjoying the
feeling as I explored her mouth.

	Like a beast coming alive, as my tongue caressed past and over hers,
Natalie's own tongue began to respond to my motion and I quickly felt
it begin to wrestle and move against mine, the small muscle licking
along the edge of my mouth as it entered into mine and explored
diligently. With both of our faces now pressed against one another, I
was forced to turn on my side and wrap my arms around Natalie's back,
pulling her closer to me. She offered no resistance, slowly losing
control of herself to her body's passion and desire. I ran my hands
over her back, feeling the soft warm material of her sweater beneath
my finger tips as Natalie tilted her head slightly towards me, giving
us both a better angle at which to explore each other's mouth.

	We continued to kiss for a while, when I began to sense a bit of
uncertainty in Natalie's body. Though her eyes were closed, I opened
my own just enough to see her left hand nervously opening and closing
against her jean clad thigh, as if uncertain about what to do next or
where it's proper place was. Removing a hand from the back of her neck
where I now held her close against me, I took her hand in mine and
pulled it towards my chest, placing her open palm directly on my
breast, Natalie's fingers immediately sinking into the flesh of my
shirt as her fingers flexed gently against me.

	Natalie opened her eyes and gasped at where her hand was, pulling her
mouth away from mine and removing her hand as if she was bitten. I
caught it before it got too far and, still locking eyes with her,
lowered it back onto my breast, my fingers squeezing her slender
digits gently, signaling that it was ok for her to touch me and feel
me. Natalie's tense body relaxed a bit as she held her hand unmoving
on my breast, still not brave enough to give into her conflicting
impulses.

	I meanwhile, had no such hang up. Though I was not acting on any real
schedule, nor the way I would normally act if it was anyone else, I
was no stranger to this sort of lustful feeling and as such, wanted it
to continue. My hand on Natalie's back, I slowly snaked my hand
downward to the small of her back. As the women on screen continued to
moan and gasp in pleasure with one another, my fingers slowly slid up
underneath Natalie's sweater, for the first time touching her soft and
warm skin. Natalie jumped like a frightened cat at the feel of contact
between my hand and her flesh, but she quickly settled back down, this
entire experience still very alien and new to her (though hopefully
not her last).

	Knowing that Natalie was much more relaxed now, I was much more
confident that she would let me continue. My palm now on her back, I
slid it upward along her smooth spine, feeling her small vertebrae as
my fingers danced over her skin, my thumb having hooked onto the hem
of her sweater and pulling it upward along with my hand as I continued
to move up her body.

	Pulling her sweater upward on her body, all the way up to her
shoulders with my finger catching for a brief moment on her bra strap,
Natalie offered no resistance until the garment was bunched up against
her neck, her bra covered breasts exposed to me for the first time. As
I tried to pull the sweater over her head, Natalie broke the kiss and
scooted a bit away from me, catching her breath from the kiss as she
absently began to try and pull the sweater back downward.

	"Kirsten, I don't know if I want to..."

	"Shh, Natalie," I said, cooing to her. "Just relax. Let me make you
feel good, ok? Do you trust me?"

	"Ye...yes, I guess I do," Natalie said, still clearly a bit
uncomfortable with the situation and the signals her body was giving
her.

	"Like I said, don't think. Just feel," I said gently to her, placing
my hands at her sweater. She lowered her arms to her side and gave in
to me, allowing me an opportunity now to take full control of the
situation. I took the sweater in my hands and, tilting Natalie's body
slightly, pulled it up and over her head in one slow motion, allowing
her bunned hair to finally come free from it's loose entanglement and
cascade down her bare shoulders.

	Tossing the sweater to the side, I pulled Natalie up on the bed so
that we sat facing each other. Taking her small hands in my own, I
placed them at the bottom of my shirt. She grasped onto the hem
tightly, uncertain of the next step. I knew Natalie was no virgin, but
it was clear that she was very inexperienced with what to do -
especially when it came to matters of the same sex.

	"Here Natalie," I said to her, making sure our gaze never broke.
"Take off my shirt,"

	I glanced down at her hands, which were trembling slightly, and
watched as she began to pull my shirt upwards on my body. I lifted my
arms up to give her better access, as inch by inch my own bare flesh
became exposed to her. Natalie kept looking at me, then at her hands,
then at the floor nervously as she continued unguided in removing my
shirt. As it reached my neck, I placed my hands atop of hers and
gently pulled it over my neck, setting it down between us on the bed
as I sat up straight, giving her a full view of my body.

	I had worn a black lace bra, knowing what the occasion would be, and
though Natalie was now also wearing just a white cotton bra, she
seemed transfixed by the sight of my breasts, something that made me
tingle with anticipation. She stared at them as she rested her hands
in her lap, eagerly it seemed, to be waiting on what to do next.

	Without saying anything but implying so much, I pushed my chest
forward slightly so that she could see my breasts better. I was very
proud of the cleavage and chest size that I had, though I was
certainly not picky when it came to the breast size of my lovers.
Natalie's small breasts were rising and falling somewhat sporadically
on her chest, her heart beating wildly in her chest, making them
bounce a bit as she watched me. Reaching my hand out, I placed it
underneath her chin and lifted her gaze to mine. Smiling, I slowly
moved my hands around my back to the clasp on my bra, unfastening it.

	Sliding my shoulders inward slightly, I let the bra fall off as my
nipples and breasts were now fully exposed to the warm, artificial air
of the room. I could feel the blood rushing through my aroused nipples
as Natalie's eyes grew wider at the sight of them, her gaze crying out
for what she really wanted - to touch them.

	"It's alright, you can touch them if you want to," I whispered to
her. Natalie just nodded in her dazed state, her hands rising partly
from her lap. I reached my fingers out and touched her arm, caressing
it gently as the soft, light hair above her skin danced beneath my
fingers. Natalie responded in kind to my touch, her arms moving
forward more until the tips of her fingers were just out of reach of
my nipples. With one hand, she delicately traced her index finger over
the hard nub, causing me to shudder in pleasure at her touch. My
nipples were very sensitive and if I didn't know that I had a long
night ahead of me, I would have practically cum right there.

	Growing more brave, Natalie placed her other palm on my left breast,
the warm heat from her body transferring to my own as she touched my
skin, her smooth palm against the rough bumps and indentations of my
nipple. I gasped in pleasure as she squeezed my breast with her hand
gently, feeling it's heft and weight. I was more than happy to let her
do this, but I too wanted to feel the touch of her skin beneath the
bra she wore.

	I leaned in closer to Natalie now, kissing her again. She at first
seemed startled, then settled into the same slow groove we had
established and began to kiss me back, her hands now fully grasping my
breasts as I leaned into her. I slowly moved my hands to her back once
more, sliding my hands upward onto her shoulders as I held her close
to me, our bare flesh now touching. Breaking the kiss, I lowered my
mouth to her neck and began to plant soft kisses on her throat and
downward towards her shoulder as Natalie moaned, rubbing her cheek
against my face at my touch, her fingers now exploring the outline of
my nipples.

	With my hands on her shoulders and my mouth against her throat, the
slight swallowing of her excitement in her neck registering against my
lips, I placed my fingers against each bra strap on her shoulders and
methodically began to pull them down over her bare skin. It was slow
going at first, until Natalie relaxed her arms a bit, her mind and
body occupied by the feel of my own body and the straps came free over
her arms.

	I lifted my mouth from her neck and began to kiss her passionately,
exploring her mouth with wild abandon as we each grew more and more
heated and excited with each other. As her bra slid over her
shoulders, exposing her breasts centimeter by agonizing centimeter, I
opened my eyes to look downward at her chest, her nipples becoming
visible to me for the first time between the mounds of flesh that made
up her tits.

	Her bra now resting against her toned, firm belly, our lips parted
once more as we both leaned back slightly to admire each other.
Getting my first view of her nipples sent a wave of arousal through me
- her areolas were a rich brown color, slightly darker than her middle
eastern skin, with very small nipples that jutted out not even a half
inch from her breasts. There was a faint hint of a tan line from the
summer that had just passed, but otherwise the coloring and make up -
much like the rest of her - was flawless.

	I gently pushed Natalie's hands away from my breasts with a slight
smile. Reaching over to finally turn off the television - the movie
was still playing, and had grown quite explicit, but it had served
it's purpose, I looked into Natalie's eyes once more.

	"Lay back Natalie," were all the words I spoke, but Natalie responded
immediately, as she lowered herself onto her back, so that she was
laying horizontally against the end of the bed. I climbed on top of
her and smiled at her, my blonde hair hanging against my face as
Natalie looked up at me with a gaze of wonder and arousal, excited but
uncertain about what was next to come.

	I kissed her cheek softly and then lifted my head for a moment, only
to lower it a moment later to her breast. Kissing the top of her left
breast, I extended my tongue and tasted for the first time some of her
excited perspiration. Natalie had slowly began to sweat during our
encounter, her body responding to the immense heat emanating between
us. The salty taste of her body hung on my tongue for a moment, before
I pressed my lips further onto her breast, tracing my lower lip over
the tip of her nipple. Natalie raised her head and gasped in surprise,
but I paid her no mind as I moved my wet tongue downward over her
areola, flicking her nipple once with the tip.

	Natalie cried out in pleasure, a startling surprise from someone
normally as reserved as her, but simply laid there contentedly as I
slowly began to kiss and suck on her nipple, raising it up slightly
into my mouth before releasing it onto her breast, where it jiggled
ever so delicately. Her skin wet from my saliva, I moved my lips from
her left breast to her right one, repeating the same process over
again. Natalie moved her hand to her belly and slid it downward
absently, her back arching off the bed somewhat from my attention to
her breasts.

	Satisfied that I had aroused her well enough, I lifted my mouth
reluctantly from her. Propping myself up above her by my knees, I
placed my hands on the button to her tight jeans, undoing the clasp as
it sprang free, the soft metallic sound the only noise besides our
heated panting in the room. Taking the small metal end of the zipper
to her jeans in my fingers, I pulled it downward as the material
parted like some biblical sea for me, revealing a pair of dark green
panties underneath her jeans. Though they weren't what I would call
lingerie or sexy (how was she to know she would be in a hotel room
having her first lesbian experience later that day?), on Natalie they
still looked incredible.

	I took hold of her jeans and pulled them down over her hips, Natalie
raising her small ass from the bed as to allow me better access to
them. Sliding them down her legs and finally off her still sock
covered feet towards the floor, I gazed now at Natalie's near naked
form.

	Her hips jutted ever so slightly from her slender frame, though they
were not what I would call wide hips by any stretch of the
imagination. In the light of the room, her jeans discarded, I could
clearly make out her mound between her now slightly crossed legs, the
slight rise at the base of her pyramid indicating where her pussy lips
and cleft were. The material of her panties was slightly damp, I could
see, though not nearly as wet as my own. Natalie's mind must have been
racing a mile a minute, and in it's haste had only granted her a
certain extent of arousal.

	Not wanting her to think that she would be the only one naked in this
ordeal, I ran my hand down her leg and thigh with two fingers as I
stood up on the floor by the bed. Undoing my own jeans, I pushed them
and my black lace panties down over my legs and rejoined her on the
bed, now totally nude, the cool air rushing over my freshly shaved
pussy.

	Natalie watched in wonder as I moved on the bed, but I closed my legs
so as not to give her too good of a look. That would certainly come
later. Instead, I scooted up by her and placed my hand on her thigh,
stroking it with my fingers. I placed my mouth against the smooth
flesh of her skin, kissing it as I felt the warmth from between her
legs radiate upward towards my face. It took all the self control I
had not to just tear her panties right off and ravage her. Now though,
with her leg in my hands, I lifted it up off the bed and placed it on
my shoulder. Natalie bit her lip in anticipation as I began to kiss
along her inner thigh, my blonde hair tickling her skin and causing
her goosebumps as I moved downward.

	My motions were a mixture of licks and kisses and caresses between my
hands and mouth, all heading towards the inevitable prize that lay
between her legs. I tickled beneath her knee with my tongue, causing
Natalie to giggle and writhe a bit on the bed. Smiling at her after
now finding a good tickle spot, I pressed on, the scent of her arousal
now filling my nose as I began to make out the slight indentation of
her opening pressing against her panties.

	As I neared her cunt, I gently set her leg back down on the bed,
noticing now that Natalie's eyes were closed and that she was totally
relaxed and aroused, eagerly awaiting my next move. I couldn't help
but feel excited about the whole thing, my lust now burning stronger
than any I had ever felt as I focused my gaze on her pussy.

	I moved my hands to Natalie's belly, rubbing my fingers over her
indented belly button as I stroked her skin for a moment before
placing my fingers on her panties. Slowly and deliberately, I grasped
the waist band of them and pulled them downward, slowly revealing to
me the treasure beneath. Natalie again lifted her ass off the bed
reflexively now to remove her panties, as I pulled them downward
further and further and the first traces of her pussy became visible.

	Having pulled them all the way off, I bunched up the slightly damp
material and moved it down one leg, focusing my gaze on her beautiful
cunt for the first time. Even though I had tasted many and seen even
more, the sheer sight of Natalie's sex was enough to make even me
gasp.

	Sparsely covered with what would have to be described as a goose like
down, the brown hair over her opening was soft and matted down gently
against her skin, forming a near perfect V shape between her legs. The
narrow strip of hair grew darker as it further approached her pussy
opening, growing almost black as it tapered off over her lips. The
lips themselves were equally amazing to behold - slightly parted from
her arousal and excitement, the rich brownish color of them were
flushed with the blood that had raced down to her sex. A slight drop
of excitement, as if a drop of dew on a meadow, clung to the top of
one of the lips, like a tour guide beckoning one further inside. Her
opening looked tight and closed, not very well stretched or
accommodating it seemed for a cock to enter. But luckily for her,
there were none present.

	I sat and gazed at her pussy for a good long while, so long in fact
that Natalie began to shift a bit as if uncomfortable at my stare.
This woke me from my state and I began to practically salivate at the
chance to taste her. My own hands now trembling a bit, I placed my
fingers along the edges of her narrow strip of hair and moved them
downward, feeling the soft touch of her hair against my hand, enjoying
the sensation of smooth downy to somewhat abrasive curliness the
closer I got to her opening.

	My two fingers met in a V shape between her legs, and I proceeded to
place my palm completely over her pussy, feeling the wetness of her
body soaking into the bottom of my hand. I began to rub my hand up and
down over her snatch, causing Natalie to moan again as I started to
arouse her even more. My strokes over her pussy began to increase in
pace and before long, I was rubbing against her quickly, Natalie's
hips thrusting upward each time I would touch a particularly sensitive
part of her body.

	Lowering my hand from her, for the first time I glanced up and made
direct visual contact with the holes - the cameras - in the wall. I
had forgotten completely about Eliza watching us, but I knew for a
fact that behind the wall, she was madly playing with herself and
enjoying every minute of it. Well, since that was the case, I would
have to put on a show for them.

	My hand still slightly wet from her juice, I reached up and tenderly
caressed Natalie's breasts, smearing the little bit of moisture over
her nipples and into her skin, before slowly kneeling between her
legs. Natalie immediately parted her thighs for me, causing her pussy
lips to open more and give me the first view of the delicious looking
pink that lay inside of her body.

	Licking my lips seductively at her, I placed my mouth a few inches
away from her cunt. Gently pursing my lips, I blew a stream of warm
air at her pussy, the immediate response from Natalie coming in the
form of a low groan and gasping. I moved my mouth up and down along
her slit, letting the air trickle into her deepest regions all over
her pussy. Placing my hand next to her snatch, I lovingly touched and
rubbed her aroused labia lips between my fingers, the wrinkled flesh
soft and pliable against the tip of my finger and my nails. Pulling
one of her lips to the side, I gazed lovingly at the subtle shift in
color from a rich brown to a darker red that signified the deeper
region of her cunt. I ran my finger over this part, eliciting a shiver
from Natalie as I explored her pussy. I repeated the process with the
other finger to the same result. It was clear - Natalie was now ready
to be fucked.

	Softly, I lowered my mouth onto her snatch. At first Natalie didn't
respond it seemed, but as my lips gave way to my tongue, giving me the
first taste of Natalie's juices, she cried out in pleasure
immediately, her legs shuddering around me, closing tighter towards my
face. Retracting my tongue for a moment, I delved it into her further
almost immediately, curling it slightly so as to catch the sweet honey
dew of her pussy on my tongue. The drop of juice soaked into my
tongue, registering with my taste buds an immediately intoxicating
taste. I wanted more, and there was only one way to get it.

	Like a cat, I moved my mouth back slightly from Natalie's pussy and
then began to lap at it further, from bottom to top, making sure to
gather up as much juice from her body as possible. Her excitement had
only begun to build now, and her cunt seemed to be undergoing a
transformation. A flower opening up before me, so was the sight of
Natalie's ever dampening pussy in front of me. At the very top of her
slit, I could make out the tip of her clit, emerging from it's hood in
a full state of arousal.

	I placed my mouth back onto her pussy now, my tempo increasing as I
licked at her pussy lips, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper into her
hole. Natalie was beginning to squirm and writhe on the bed, clearly
enjoying the new feelings going through her body. Whether or not this
was her first time having oral sex, I didn't know. But she certainly
was appreciating it like it was.

	My tongue wedged as deep as it would go inside of her, I sensed that
all of this excitement was building quickly towards an orgasm for
Natalie. Her juices had begun to flow more rapidly now, coating my
tongue and lips with her girl juice. I swallowed down all that I could
greedily, the sweet and salty taste of her lust, her innocence and her
love all mixing into one amazing feeling for me as the warm liquid
went down my throat.

	Holding onto Natalie's thighs firmly, I knew from the bouncing that
she was doing on the bed, making it harder for me to control her, that
it was time to bring her home and give her her release. Removing my
mouth from her pussy for a moment, I repeated the technique I had seen
in the film. My lips already wet with her juices, it was not difficult
at all to wet my own middle finger with my saliva and her juice before
sliding it into her pussy.

	Unlike the woman onscreen though, I chose to go for Natalie's clit
rather than just force myself further into her. It paid off - as the
tip of my finger found her gently hiding clit, I pressed down against
the hood protecting it and pushed it outward, causing Natalie to gasp
even more as the hard little nub was revealed to me.

	Red and filled with blood and arousal, it took just one simple flick
with my finger, gently but firmly, to set Natalie off. In a guttural
cry that was unintelligible and yet incredibly erotic, Natalie's legs
closed around my head tightly as she raised her ass from the bed,
screaming out as her body shuddered all at once and she orgasmed
intensely, her juice spilling forth all over my hand and onto the bed
between her legs.

	I quickly dropped my mouth down to her pussy and sucked up all of the
juice I could in one quick mouthful, swallowing down the fluid like it
was my first taste of water in days. Natalie arched her back on the
bed as the orgasm continued to rock her body, and copious amounts of
her cum continued to spill outward, coating her once smooth and dry
pussy with wet, sticky cum.

	As Natalie's orgasm began to slowly crest and then end, her body
finally stopped shivering and her eyes slowly fluttered open, my mouth
and exhausted tongue now wet and covered in her juices as I lifted my
panting face from between her legs. Natalie struggled to catch her
breath as I pushed her thighs aside, but she had enough strength to
reach down and brush away a lock of my hair from my face, the end
dangling a clear drop of her juice from the bottom of it's matted
ending.

	Slowly, a smile crept onto Natalie's face as she stretched her arms
upward over her head, relishing the afterglow of her orgasm. I crawled
up on the bed beside her. Looking up at me with those beautiful brown
eyes of hers, Natalie finally spoke for the first time in what seemed
like an eternity, her voice hoarse and deep.

	"Kirsten...Kiki...that was the most amazing experience of my life. I
was literally trembling until I finally orgasmed, but the release was
so...I can't put it into words,"

	I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed Natalie, surprised for a moment
when her tongue escaped from between her lips and tasted off some of
her own juices from around my sticky mouth.

	"I'm glad you enjoyed it Natalie,"

	"Enjoyed it would be an understatement. Does it always feel like that
for you too?"

	"Well, there's one way to find out," I said to her with a grin. "That
is, if you are up for it. I'd be more than happy to teach you,"

	"It's the least I can do. I want you to feel as good as I did Kiki. I
want desperately for you to feel the same. Teach me. Make me as good
as you,"

	I kissed her again. "Then let's start now,"

	I crawled up to the top of the bed, making sure Natalie could see my
ass move and my wet pussy between my legs as I moved (as if she would
be watching anything else!). Pulling the bed sheets back and pushing
the heavy blanket and comforter of the bed up in a ball by her feet, I
motioned for Natalie to come join me at the top of the bed with a
finger. She eagerly crawled up next to me, laying her body against
mine tightly like a diligent student, eager for her lesson. I stroked
my hand down her naked form, over her nipples as an after thought,
before piling the pillows up under my head and stretching my legs out
wide to give her access.

	Reaching down with my hands, I stroked my now very very wet pussy
with my fingers, parting my lips so that Natalie could see deep into
my hairless twat.

	Natalie did not need any further instruction as she climbed between
my legs. But what I thought was just freshman enthusiasm turned
quickly to puzzlement as Natalie looked at me sheepishly.

	"Just go ahead and put your head down there," I said in
encouragement. "Do what you think would feel good for you, I'm sure it
will be wonderful for me,"
	
	I watched as Natalie looked at me a bit apprehensively before slowly
lowering her head between my legs. I shivered in anticipation as I
felt her hands touch my folds, taking the place of where my own
fingers had been. Natalie gently and delicately traced her finger
around my cunt, much like I had done to her, before rubbing her
fingers over my opening. With my slit already moist and ready to go,
the build up and tease was not nearly what it had been with her. I was
trying to introduce Natalie to the pleasures of sex with a woman - she
was simply paying me back the favor.

	I could almost visualize Natalie's face as she was between my legs,
face to face with my sopping wet and desire filled pussy. The thought
of someone as innocent and straight laced as her facing such a
decision almost made me cum just from the vision itself. I pushed the
thought away grudgingly though, as Natalie began to focus on me and
find her own rhythm.

	With her three main fingers - index, middle and ring - neatly closed
together, Natalie began to make small circles over my pussy lips,
rubbing them back and forth as she alternated between applying
pressure and not - sometimes she would press hard against my cunt,
giving it an extra sensation of weight and attention, while others the
simple caress of her small fingers was enough to keep me excited,
despite her lack of pressure.

	I gasped to myself when Natalie then began to surprise me. At first I
thought she was simply opening me up further, but what I quickly felt
was not just one finger but two, and then three, pushed inside of my
tight pussy. I couldn't stop the reflex in my body, and so my legs
closed tightly around her hand, trapping her fingers deep inside of my
body.

	"Oh yeah Natalie! Keep it up!" I moaned to her as she wiggled her
fingers around inside of me, stroking my inner walls. With her hand
still buried inside of me, I suddenly felt Natalie's tongue
tentatively begin to lick and taste my juices. The feeling of the wet
muscle against my own wet muscle was heaven, and brought me to a new
level of pleasurable bliss.

	I reached my hand down and placed it on her head, holding her mouth
between my legs as she first lapped at my cunt and then began to suck
on my pussy lips, which were by now fully stretched and aroused. The
feel of my labia between her lips was indescribable - my nerves came
alive with excitement as Natalie continued to eat me out, drinking
down my juice while her fingers thrust inside of me and made more for
her.

	Stroking my nipples with my hand and as I played with Natalie's hair
in the other, I purposely squeezed my legs tight around her head,
trapping her beautiful face between my legs, forcing her to lick
faster and faster at me - for an orgasm was the ONLY way I would let
her go.

	Natalie was diligent in her task, wedging her tongue deeper inside of
me in the nooks and crannies that her fingers couldn't reach, always
managing to find a pocket of my sweet pussy juice to lap up and taste.
Again the vision of innocent, good girl Natalie eating her first pussy
crept into my mind and despite the naughtiness of it - I still felt
guilty, though not at that particular moment - about bringing her into
this whole corrupt, hedonistic world I was in - it was proving to be a
real turn on.

	I moaned and groaned as Natalie became more adventurous, stroking my
clit with her finger while using the other two to keep thrusting into
me. Placing her mouth on my cunt again, Natalie worked her tongue into
me, flicking it in and out like a cat, moving it so quickly that my
nerves did not even have time to react to it's absence.

	Gasping for breath, Natalie removed her fingers from between my legs
and, studying them for a moment, placed them into her small mouth and
cleaned them of my juice. Grinning at me, her hair strewn all over her
face and her cheeks red with perspiration, Natalie looked up at me
with that beautiful smile of hers, so cute yet so sophisticated. The
sight of her mouth though was just too much - in the dim light of the
room, I could see all over her face the sticky residue of my cum mixed
with the sweat from her body.

	Crying out, I couldn't take any more as this final erotic image - an
innocent corrupted - triggered a switch deep inside of me and I
literally felt my body shake and convulse as I came in torrents onto
Natalie's once again lowered face.

	Loud slurping noises came from between my legs, just further proof of
Natalie's seemingly endless desire to please me, despite all of this
being new to her. Natalie sucked up my juices as I felt her tongue
moving wildly in and around my pussy - on my thighs, around the outer
lips, just about anywhere and everywhere that some of my love juice
could have spilled forth.

	My body continued to shudder as I came, riding the wave of pleasure
as I felt the flood from within me slow down to a trickle, Natalie's
fingers still working in and out of me rhythmically. She slow down her
once fast pace now and allowed me to catch my breath a bit as my ass
continued to spasm on the bed, bouncing me up and down slowly as my
orgasm subsided.

	I closed my eyes for a moment and relished the feeling of afterglow
from my cum, Natalie's head now resting on my thigh as she continued
to lap occasionally at my pussy, but clearly more content to just let
me bask in the fading pleasure of orgasm.

	Crawling up from between my legs, Natalie's face and hand sticky with
my juice, she laid her head next to me on the pillow, resting on her
back as she too caught her breath. The outline of her body in the dim
light of the room made her skin and face appear flawless, the smooth
contour of her tummy leading down to the patch of matted hair between
her legs as she splayed them out on the bed.

	Holding her hand up above her, a trickle of juice running down her
finger, she seemed to be studying it, to be fascinated by it as she
rotated her hand in small circles, playing with the juice. Just as the
drop was about to fall off of her wrist, Natalie pulled her hand to
her mouth and caught it, tasting the liquid on her cute pink tongue as
she grinned up at me.

	"Did I do alright Kiki?" Natalie asked, the urgent need for approval
in her eyes as she looked at me.

	"You were incredible for a beginner Nat," I replied. It was the truth
too - though I had set out to seduce her and make Natalie mine, she
clearly had went along with things, had given into her body's demand
for pleasure. She was like putty in my hands I now realized, and I
suddenly understood the power trip that Eliza felt when she brought in
a new member to the Rose Petals. To be in control of someone's
pleasure, to take that much control of someone's life and to demand
that they pleasure you or get off someone of your choosing was a very
heady feeling.

	I took Natalie's hand and placed it against my lips, sucking off what
little of my own moisture remained. My juices tasted sweet, and even
sweeter for some reason coming off of Natalie's hand. There was so
much more I wanted to do with Natalie - I had brought a small vibrator
with me just in case Natalie resisted my advances. But laying on the
pillow, I felt sleepiness wash over me and I could see that Natalie
was equally exhausted. There would be plenty of time for other things.

	Natalie nestled her head against my breasts, her small face resting
against my bare chest as I pulled the covers up over us, settling in
for a little bit of sleep.

	"So did you have fun Natalie?" I asked, stroking her hair with my
hand as I yawned.

	"Mmmhmm...that was wonderful Kiki, it truly absolutely was,"

	"Good, I'm glad. It was great for me too. So would you like to do it
again sometime?" I asked, hoping and yet already knowing what her
answer would be.

	Natalie's eyes closed, she smiled weakly at me. "To feel that good
again Kirsten, to experience what we just did, I would do anything for
you,"

	"And I for you," I said as I wrapped my arms around her bare
shoulders, feeling her breath tickle my nipples as she drifted off to
sleep. Reaching over for the light, I gave a quick and victorious
smile to the holes in the wall, winking at them before I turned the
switch.


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