Date: Tue, 05 Nov 2002 18:07:31 EST
From: KMB2476@aol.com
Subject: Harem 10 2/5

This is Part 2 of the 5 parts of Harem Episode 10...Standard legal rules
apply, same as they did in Part 1.  And please don't read this first.  It
just frosts my ass when you do that.



	While Jennifer was trying to get her cell phone working, Jewel and
Alyssa were trying to navigate their way through the Los Angeles County
Night Court system.  They bounced around throughout the building, from
courtroom to courtroom all in an effort to locate Rose.

	"When we find her, do you think we should tell her about Sarah?"
Jewel wondered.

	"I guess we should," Alyssa answered.  "I mean she's gonna find out
anyway and she won't like us not telling her.  She'll want to see her."

	"I hope Sarah's ok," Jewel said nervously.  She hadn't known Sarah
at all until she had come over that fateful day for the pool party.  Now
Sarah was her lover and, more importantly, her friend.  They all were.
Jewel had never felt as close to anyone as she did to her housemates.

	"She'll be fine," Alyssa said.  "She's a tough little cookie, just
like Rose."

	"Speaking of which...there she is," Jewel said as she peeked into
one of the courtrooms.  It looked like they had arrived just in time
because Rose's arraignment was in full swing.

	"Your honor the serious nature of this viscous assault demands that
a high bail be set," the prosecutor told the judge.  "Ms. McGowan has
plenty of money and plenty of opportunity to flee this court's
jurisdiction."

	"Your honor, Ms. McGowan's celebrity is the main reason why flight
is unlikely," Jason objected.  "She would have limited places to hide.
Besides my client has no intention of running.  She wants all the details
of this incident aired in open court.  My client is the victim here.
Prosecuting her would be the real crime because she was defending a friend
who was about to be sexually assaulted.  She is a hero and she is being
treated like a criminal.  Ms. McGowan should be released on her own accord
with a promise to appear."

	"Mr. Thorne, we are not at trial yet," the judge reminded Jason.
"This is just an arraignment and bail hearing.  There is no need to deliver
an opening argument for a jury that isn't even here."

	Damn, can't piss off the judge, Jason reminded himself.  He didn't
want to blow this and he couldn't start grandstanding in front of the
judge.

	"Your honor, despite Mr. Thorne's assurances that his client is a
hero about to be crucified for her efforts the state demands that a high
bail be set," the prosecutor continued.  "The fact remains that a man was
blinded in one eye tonight and Ms. McGowan should not be allowed to waltz
out of here because she happens to be on TV.  Who knows what she'll do
before this goes to trial?"

	"Save it counselor," the judge admonished the prosecutor.  "No one
honestly believes that Ms. McGowan is gonna bring an Uzi to a 7-11.  Bail
is set at $2,000."

	The judge then banged his gavel and Rose and Jason got up.  Jewel
and Alyssa tried to signal her but she either didn't see them or she
ignored them.  They could only watch as she and her lawyer got up and
walked out one of the side doors.

	"So are they coming back or what?" Jewel asked.

	"Do you think she needs help with the bail?" Alyssa wondered.  "I
mean do they take checks?  Who carries that much cash with them?"

	"What are we supposed to do?" Jewel asked, continuing the pattern
of both of them asking each other questions they had no idea how to answer.

	Suddenly they saw Rose's lawyer walk back into the courtroom to
grab some papers he had left behind and Jewel and Alyssa zipped up to him.

	"Excuse me, sir?" Jewel called out.

	"Can I help you?" Jason asked, not believing what he was seeing.
Was that Alyssa Milano and Jewel?  What were they doing here and what did
they want from him?

	"Where's Rose?" Alyssa demanded.

	"She posted bond and was released from custody," Jason answered.

	"Who posted it for her?  Did she do it?" Jewel asked.

	"That's confidential," Jason informed them as he began to move
toward the door.

	"Hey wait!  Don't walk away from us!" Alyssa insisted.  "We want to
know what's going on.  You'd better tell us.  I'm the one who called
Mr. Spelling in the first place, you know."

	"Look all this information is privileged," Jason explained. "If you
want to know, you'll have to ask Rose."

	"Fine, we will," Alyssa declared.  "Now where is she?"

	"She left already," Jason answered.  "She got right out of here.
Now if you'll excuse me."

	Jason then walked out of the courtroom, leaving Alyssa and Jewel
wondering where Rose had gone and who had she gone with.

* * * * *

	Chloe drove through the night, attempting to keep one eye on the
road and another on her passenger.  Rose was staring out the window her
body curled up in the seat and facing away from Chloe.  She said nothing
and Chloe was worried about her friend.

	"Rose?"

	"What?"

	"Are you ok?"

	"I'm fine..." Rose answered softly proving she was anything but.
To be with Rose was to be close to a seemingly never ending source of
energy.  Seeing her get all withdrawn and quiet was getting Chloe scared.
Rose had never hid her feelings about anything, but now she was keeping
everything on the inside.

	"Do you want to talk?" Chloe asked gingerly, wanting to proceed
carefully.

	"No," Rose answered simply.

	"Do you want me to take you to Malibu?"

	"I...I can't...I can't face them," Rose answered.  "Just take me to
a hotel or something."

	"No way, if you're not staying with them, you're staying with me,"
Chloe insisted.  There was no way she was letting Rose out of her sight
tonight.  Someone had to watch over her.

	"Fine," Rose said before turning her full attention back out the
window and watching the night sky.  A light rain had begun to fall, giving
everything a slickness to it in the dark.  Lights shimmered off the black
pavement and Rose just stared at it completely, not giving thought to
anything else.

	Chloe had heard a few details about what had happened.  She wanted
to know more, of course, but Rose didn't seem to be in the mood to tell
her.  Hopefully soon she would open up to her.  She and Rose didn't have
any secrets between them and she wasn't going to let Rose start shutting
her out now, not after they'd been through so much together.

	It made Chloe so uncomfortable to see her friend like this.  It
wasn't the Rose she knew and that made things even scarier.  She'd only
seen Rose go into a state like this once before and that wasn't a time she
cared to remember.

	Continuing to keep her eyes both on the road and on Rose, Chloe
drove on.  They spent the entire ride in silence, with Rose staring out the
window and Chloe nervous as all hell about it.  The next time Chloe spoke
was when they were pulling into her driveway.

	"We're here," Chloe announced as she stopped the car.  Rose
wordlessly exited the car and walked toward Chloe's front door.

	"Do you think you should call your friends or something?" Chloe
suggested.  "They must be dropping dead wondering what happened to you?
You should let them know you're ok."

	Rose paused for a moment like she was considering the idea.  She
then rejected it and quickly shook her head no before heading off to
Chloe's bathroom.

	"Where are you going?" Chloe asked.

	"Just to the bathroom..." Rose answered distantly.

	Chloe felt like she was at a loss.  She didn't want to smother Rose
with attention.  She hated it when people did that to her.  But she also
couldn't let Rose wander around like this.  She wished she knew what to do,
but she didn't.  So she just sat down and waited for Rose to come out.
Maybe she'd feel like talking then.

	Rose ran the faucets in Chloe's sink and splashed the water on her
face.  She looked at herself in the mirror, absent of her makeup as water
dripped down her face.  She felt physically ill all of a sudden.  What did
her friends think of her now?

	They thought she was a freak.  They thought she was crazy.  That
had to be what they were thinking.  She didn't blame them.  If only they
knew.  But they didn't know.  At least they didn't before tonight.

	Rose felt a tear escape her eye and she angrily brushed it off her
cheek with a hard swipe as she sniffed in her feeling of complete
loneliness.  With her makeup off she looked even paler than usual.  Her
skin just would never tan right and she supposed it was perfect for the
goth scene she had once been such a part of.  People assumed she was still
into that, but it had been a long time ago.  Before she had come to
Hollywood.  Before it had all happened.

	Staring at herself now in the mirror, Rose's stomach stopped
churning, but what replaced it was worse.  She felt anger like she hadn't
felt in so long welling up inside her.  It got caught in her throat and it
was like she felt she could choke on it even though it was all in her mind.
She felt flickers of hate in her brain as she stared right ahead at the
mirror.

	"Whore..." she spat at her reflection.  "Goddamn fucking whore!"

	Doing this pushed her anger further so Rose pressed on.

	"You stupid cunt!"  Rose said, a little louder now.  "Fucking ugly
bitch!"

	The tears began to come and this time Rose didn't stop them.  They
rolled down her cheeks and the sight of her hair suddenly struck Rose.  It
was down a little past her shoulders and dark as night.  Rose tugged on it
unconsciously and soon she was yanking on it hard.  She impetuously grabbed
a pair of small scissors Chloe had left by the sink and cut at it.  A dark
lock fell into the sink and she did it again and again and again until her
hair was halfway down her neck.

	"Fucking whore..." Rose repeated through the tears as she stared at
herself, her hair now jagged and uneven.  It was like she was a doll who
had been given a haircut by a six year old.  Suddenly Rose couldn't take
the sight of herself anymore and screamed from deep inside.  It was if all
her fear and anger was pouring out of her at once.

	"YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE!!!" Rose screamed and from the other side
of the door Chloe heard the unmistakable sign of glass being shattered.

	"Rose!" Chloe cried out in panic, fearing the worst.  She pushed
right into the bathroom and found Rose on the tile floor curled up and
sobbing wildly.  Her hair was all over the sink and the mirror was smashed,
leaving broken glass all over the floor and the wastebasket Rose had used
to break it was tilted over on its side.

	"Oh my God!"  Chloe gasped.  "Rose, are you ok!"

	"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Rose angrily roared through her tears.  "LEAVE
ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!"

	"Rose, it's ok," Chloe said as she sidestepped the mirror shards
and took her sobbing friend into her arms.  She hugged Rose tightly and
Rose immediately returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around Chloe and
literally crying on her shoulder.

	"It's ok Rose," Chloe assured her, vividly remembering when they
had been in this position before.  Rose feeling this way was at least
better than her being an emotionless zombie.  They'd gotten through this
before and they'd do it again, Chloe was confident of that.

	"They hate me now..." Rose sobbed.  "They know I'm just a fucking
freak!"

	"No one thinks that," Chloe said.  "And your friends don't think
that for sure.  They love you Rose.  I love you.  You're not a freak.  Your
friends just want to know if you're ok.  If you call them you'll see that."

	"I can't!" Rose insisted, her tears beginning to subside thanks to
Chloe's warm hug.  "I can't ever look at them in the face again!"

	"It's ok Rose," Chloe repeated.  "You'll feel better soon.  You
won't let this stop you.  Your friends are going to be there for you.  I'm
positive they will be."

* * * * *

	Being that it was so late at night, Love, Jennifer and Jewel
weren't sure if they were going to be able to get a hotel room.  But it
wasn't like they had a lot of options of where they could crash.  They
couldn't stay at the mansion tonight.  There were still cops at the scene
and they just couldn't sleep there tonight knowing what had happened to
Sarah and Alyson.

	Alyssa volunteered her place, but there wasn't enough room for all
of them and none of them really wanted to be separated. Luckily, even
though dawn was mere hours from arriving, the girls were able to get some
rooms for themselves and settled down looking for a little rest at the end
of this seemingly endless, traumatic night.

	They couldn't all stay in one room without raising some eyebrows,
so they got three.  Jennifer, for her part, was happy to have some privacy,
if just for a chance to try and sort things out.  A day ago things had been
perfect.  Now everything was a complete mess.  She had tried to get
everything and ended up with nothing.

	Well that wasn't completely true, she did have all her housemates.
But it almost felt like their paradise had been irrevocably tainted.  Even
if Sarah and Alyson came out of this fine, would they ever have the sense
of freedom and uninhibitedness that they once had at the mansion?

	But the future of the house was secondary in Jennifer's mind.  She
wanted Sarah and Alyson to be ok and for Rose to be with them as much as
anything, but she also feared that her marriage was over.  Jennifer was
afraid that Brad would never be able to forgive her for what she had done
and she would have sacrificed the love of her life and her future family.

	Jennifer pined for her husband.  She wanted to pick up the phone
and call him, but it was too late at night for that.  Maybe she should just
drive back home?  But she sensed that maybe he needed tonight to cool down.
Perhaps he'd see things better in the morning.  Jennifer wanted him to see
that her love for him hadn't changed.  It was just that a new part of her
had formed.

	Even after all that had happened tonight, Jennifer wasn't feeling
tired.  She lay on the bed, still in her clothes, and pondered what she was
going to do next.  What if Brad wanted a divorce?  What would people say?
Jennifer didn't even want to think about it, but Brad had been so angry
that Jennifer knew it was a very real possibility.

	She'd still have her friends and she knew they'd all be there for
her if her marriage really was falling apart, yet Jennifer knew that wasn't
the same.  She loved Sarah, Love, Rose and Jewel, but they weren't Brad.
They didn't have the same role in her life.

	For the first time in what seemed like forever, Jennifer felt
completely alone.

* * * * *

	Even though she had a room of her own, Love had no intention of
using it.  She needed to feel close to someone that night and Jewel was
only too happy to have her.  Love had hoped Jennifer would have joined
them, just so they could all be together, but she had remained alone in her
room.

	"Do you think something's wrong with Jen?" Love asked as she exited
the bathroom.  She had just taken a long, hot shower to wash away the night
before she tried to get a few hours of sleep.  She was in a white hotel
robe and drying her hair as she walked toward the bed.

	"What?  You mean besides everything that's happened?" Jewel asked,
pulling off the quilt from the king size bed.

	"Yeah," Love said.  "I mean, do you feel there's something she'd
not telling us?"

	"I get that sense too," Jewel replied with a frown.  "I hope she
didn't have a fight with Brad or something.  I half expected her to go back
to him after we met up, but she didn't."

	"That would just make the night complete, wouldn't it," Love sighed
angrily as she sat down on the bed and looked straight down at her bare
feet.  Part of her wanted to cry again, but she felt as if her body was
drained of tears.  They couldn't stay with Sarah, their home had been
violated and Rose was God knows where.  What had happened to her beautiful
fantasy world?

	Jewel was experiencing many of the same feelings Love was.  She
didn't know Sarah or Rose the way that Love did, but she had grown close to
them and to Alyson too from all they had done with one another.  There was
a real bond between them and Jewel felt like it had suddenly developed
cracks.

	While it looked like Sarah was going to be ok, Jewel was very, very
worried about Rose.  She wished she and Alyssa had gotten some kind of sign
from her that she saw them or that she was ok.  Instead, she had just sat
silently through the proceeding and then got out of there as fast as she
could.  Who was she with?

	Rose had always seemed like such a strange girl, but it was a fun
kind of strange.  Jewel loved how uninhibited Rose was and how she didn't
let anything intimidate her.  But if she had done what they said she had
done to that guy that was a side Jewel had never seen of her.  She didn't
really know Rose.  Hell, did any of them really know her?

	Jewel just hoped that when the morning came, their luck would
change.  Perhaps fate had had enough of pushing them around and things
would twist their way again.  Love looked so sad and lonely right now, that
Jewel sat herself right down on the bed and placed her hand on top of hers,
giving her a gentle squeeze of support.  She couldn't imagine what Love had
gone through that night, being attacked and seeing Rose arrested.  It would
have been too much for her and Jewel wondered how Love was able to keep
from going into catatonia.

	Love smiled when she felt Jewel's hand on top of hers.  Jewel
hadn't been there from the beginning, but Love certainly felt as close to
her as she did the others.  Love thanked her for the gesture by pressing
her lips to Jewel's in a loving kiss.  It felt good to do that again,

	"It'll be alright Love," Jewel said.

	"Ok," Love sighed, even though she wasn't convinced of it.

	Jewel hopped back onto her feet and began to get ready for bed.  It
suddenly occurred to her that she didn't have any pajamas or anything.  Oh
well, she could always sleep nude.  It wasn't like Love wasn't intimately
aware of every inch of her body already.

	Pulling her shirt over her head, Jewel then got to work wiggling
out of her jeans.  She hadn't changed her clothes since the concert and she
remembered how these had been the clothes she had been wearing when she and
Gwen had seduced Michelle.  She had been so willing to submit to their
advances and seemed to have a deep well of lesbian desire that was begging
to be tapped into.

	It seemed like a million years ago that she and Gwen had enjoyed
Michelle's soft, young body.  Jewel hoped that those days weren't gone and
that she and her housemates would be able to overcome what had happened to
them.

	Despite her obvious misery, Love couldn't help but take notice of
the fact that there was a beautiful woman taking her clothes off right in
front of her.  Ordinarily, Jewel wouldn't even have been able to get her
shirt off, without Love leaping right into her arms for some playtime, but
things were different now.

	Love didn't want anything to change and she was afraid everything
had.  Life at the mansion had been so beautiful.  She had every one of her
desires satisfied by girls she cared about and who she knew cared about
her.  Love couldn't accept the idea that her fantasy might be ending.

	"Jewel?" Love said softly.

	"What is it sweetie?" Jewel asked.

	"Tell me that it's going to be like it was," Love requested, tears
beginning to form in her eyes again.  "Tell me that it's not over."

	"Of course it's not over.  It's going to be just like it was,"
Jewel said hoping her words were true as she sat down beside Love.  "Don't
worry Love."

	"Kiss me," Love said and Jewel was happy to do so.  She delivered a
tender kiss to Love's lips and the actress eagerly responded.  It was just
like they had kissed countless times before, but Jewel could feel Love's
need for affection more than ever.

	"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jewel asked.  "You've been
through a lot tonight."

	"Just make me feel good Jewel," Love begged, the tears in her eyes
fading and replaced with a desire for her friend and lover. "Please make me
feel good.  I don't want to stop what we do.  I don't ever want to stop."

	Jewel just smiled in response and kissed Love again.  This time the
tenderness lifted just enough for them to use their tongues.  Love needed
to just lie back and experience it all and she let Jewel push her tongue
into her mouth.  Love sucked on Jewel's tongue and they adjusted their
position so Love was lying on her back on the bed.

	After breaking off the passionate kiss, Jewel reached down and
undid the sash of Love's robe.  She was nude underneath and Jewel delighted
in the site of her housemate's bare body.  It was like they could push
everything else aside and focus solely on what had brought them together in
the first place.

	Jewel perched herself above Love's nude body and reached around
back to relieve herself of her bra.  She threw it off the bed and moved
down so she was hovering above Love.  Their lips met again in another kiss
and their tits began to rub together, hardening their nipples and getting
them more into each other by the second.  Jewel hadn't been looking for sex
tonight, but who was she to deny Love and her pussy was starting to get wet
under her panties.

	The kisses between Love and Jewel kept getting longer and more
loving.  The sound of their lips smacking together wetly was all the noise
in the room.  Soon those sounds were joined by the soft moans that were
starting to come from the aroused duo.

	For once this wasn't about Love satisfying a craving in her pussy.
It was about being close to someone.  She wanted to touch and kiss all over
Jewel's beautiful body and then have her do the same to her.  Nothing made
pain go away quite like experiencing pleasure.

	"Oooooh yes," Love moaned as Jewel began teasing her nipples with
her tongue.  She didn't suck on them.  She just let her wet tongue drag
over the hardening pink points.  Jewel let her tongue run over Love's
mounds, flicking against her nipples and making Love sigh out her pleasure
with sharp gasps and happy moans.

	Jewel felt Love's hands stroking up and down her bare back and then
they moved lower, toward her ass.  Jewel's panties fit snugly on her body
and Love's greedy hands were desperate to get them off of her.

	"C'mon Jewel," Love requested.  "Be naked with me."

	There was no way she wasn't going to do that, so Jewel didn't
hesitate in making herself nude.  She pulled up from Love so she could hook
her fingers into her panties and strip them off of her body.  She flung the
garment down with her bra as Love pushed the robe out from under her.  Now
they were both completely naked and eager to do all the little things they
knew the other liked.

	They now both lay on the bed, face to face and studying each
other's nudity as Love reached over and began to caress Jewel's breasts.
She stroked her large tits and let her soft skin brush up against her
pointed nipples.  They were both shaved bare and Love could see the wetness
that was collecting on Jewel's labia.  She knew her own pussy was probably
even wetter.  She needed this bad.

	Love's pussy looked so beautiful to Jewel as they played on this
strange bed in a new environment.  The lips of her labia were slick with
desire and Jewel had to taste her.  She gently brushed Love's slit with her
fingers and collected the wetness, bringing them up to her mouth to lick
clean.

	Love felt a happy shiver of pleasure shoot up her spine and she
returned the favor by mimicking the move on Love's body.  She stroked the
lips of Jewel's pussy and tasted her wetness on her fingers.  This caused
Jewel to start touching Love again and soon enough they were both rubbing
each other's pussy, picking up speed and strength.

	"Mmmmmm yessss oooooh yesss..." Jewel groaned as Love's skilled
fingers teased her slit.  The brunette toyed with her lips and rubbed her
growing wetness all over her bare skin.  Every sensation that Love gave to
her, Jewel made sure she got back with interest.

	Both girls had closed their eyes and surrendered to the pleasure of
each other's touch.  Their hands just got wetter and wetter and soon Jewel
was able to slide two of her fingers right inside Love's soaking wet
pussy. Jewel pushed her fingers inside of her lover and began to slowly,
but insistently finger fuck her.

	"More...I want more..." Love pleaded and Jewel gave her what she
wanted.  She slid a third finger inside, the snug walls of Love's pussy
clamping tightly on her digits.  Love seemed satisfied with the three
fingers inside her and began rocking her body against them.

	"Fuck me Jewel..." Love moaned.  "Fuck me!  Make me come!"

	"Does it feel good Love?" Jewel asked.  "Does it feel good to have
my fingers inside you?"

	"Mmmmmhmmmm..." Love enthusiastically answered.  "More!"

Jewel ignored her own needs to concentrate fully on Love.  Jewel used her
fingers, taking Love firmly, but not with a hard touch.  She couldn't be
like Rose in that regard and she only wanted to give Love pleasure right
now.

Love's hand was still up against Jewel's pussy, but she was barely touching
her.  She just had her hand resting up against it, feeling Jewel's heat and
letting her wetness rub against her flesh.

Inching her body close to Love's, Jewel kissed her and Love happily
responded back in kind.  Their bodies got closer and closer together as
their tongues played until they were right up against one another.  Their
tits pressed together and their hands covered their pussies in an encounter
that was as much about need as it was about lust.

Jewel needed to show Love that no matter how bad things had been over the
past few hours that they would get better and Love needed to know that.
Love's eyes were brown puddles of sadness slowly heating up with her rising
pleasure.  The last 10 hours had been a nightmare, but Jewel's touch was
bringing her back to the fantasy she'd been living.  Love wanted to feel
good.  She needed it so bad.

"Come for me Love," Jewel requested with a whisper, her hot breath filling
Love's ear.  "Come all over my fingers.  Make them all sticky and sweet
with your cream."

"Mmmmm Jewel...yessss..." Love continued to moan.  "You know how I love it!
Finger my pussy and make me come.  I love how you touch me!"

Their mouths then fell back into another kiss and Love finally moved her
hand away from Jewel's pussy.  She wrapped both of her arms around Jewel's
bare back and hugged her tightly.  She wanted to feel more of her and she
coaxed more of Jewel's fingers into her pussy with her embrace.

When they broke off the kiss for a much needed oxygen break, Jewel
immediately pressed her mouth to Love's flesh.  While Love cooed in
pleasure, Jewel kissed her neck and down to her shoulder, delighting in the
freshly washed flavor of her smooth skin.  She then moved back up onto
Love's neck kissing and sucking on her like a horny teenager in the
backseat of a car.  Love delighted in this touch and her body squirmed on
the bed as she held onto Jewel, seemingly for dear life.

"Ooooooh Jewel...." Love gasped as her orgasm built in her body.  She knew
she was close.  And the closer she got the easier it was for her to feel
that no matter what happened, they were all going to feel this good again.
Love didn't want to think about anything but doing this to Rose and to
Sarah time and time again, just like she'd done before.

"Come for me Love," Jewel requested, kissing Love's cheek and helping
herself to a little nibble and tug on her ear.  "Come for Jewel.  I know
you want to.  Let go baby.  Come all over my fingers.  Let your pretty
pussy come all over me."

Love responded with a sharp flurry of cries as she let her orgasm explode
inside her, shaking off the misery of tonight and replacing it with the
ecstasy she had felt so many times from her housemates.  She rocked herself
on Jewel's fingers that stayed motionless inside her.

Jewel just let her fingers stay still as Love came.  The actress' hips
moved up and down them and she fucked those fingers, leaving them creamy
with her essence.  The tight walls of Love's pussy had clamped down on her
fingers and Jewel didn't even try to pull out.  She just let Love ride her
fingers and cry out in pleasure until she had had her fill.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh Jewel," Love sighed as she pulled herself off her
lover's probing fingers finally and fell back onto the bed, her whole body
now flushed in orgasmic afterglow.

"Do you feel better now?" Jewel asked as she leaned over for a kiss.

"A little bit," Love answered.

"Just a little bit?" Jewel challenged.

"Well I didn't get to return the favor yet, now did I?" Love said as she
traced her fingers down Jewel's chest and toward her pussy.  She let her
hand caress Jewel's labia, making the singer gasp.

"You don't have to you know," Jewel reminded her.

"Jewel baby, I always want to," Love said, grinning for the first time in
hours.  "Don't you know that by now?"

Before Jewel knew it, she was lying flat on her back and playing with her
own breasts as Love kissed her way down her tummy.  Love's wet kisses were
making her giggle and she moaned in response to Jewel's continued caresses
of her pussy.  Jewel supposed she needed a little bit of pleasure herself
and Love looked like she was just as happy to give as well as receive.

By the time Love reached Jewel's pussy with her mouth, she found the singer
was plenty wet and ready for her.  She blew a quick gust of cool air on
Jewel's hot sex and the blonde arched her back and squealed in rapture.
Love didn't say a word as she parted the lips of Jewel's juicy labia and
saw her clit all swollen and ready for her.  Love was very happy to see
Jewel almost ready to come.  She wanted to give her housemate the same
pleasure she'd just gotten.  She didn't want to tease her or make her wait.
She just wanted to make Jewel feel good.

Love licked Jewel's lips clean of her juice and then went right after her
clitoris.  She covered Jewel's sex with her mouth as her tongue licked at
her swollen bud with loving caresses, slowly but with a cadence that
reminded her of licking a melting Popsicle.  Love would lick her clit all
the way up and then pull away and do it again.  She repeated this action
and she had Jewel moaning in no time.

"Lick me Love!" Jewel urged.  "I wanna come all over your face!  Work that
tongue of yours sweetie!  God you're making me so wet!"

The feel of the hotel sheets against her naked body reminded Love that this
wasn't her room or any room at the mansion, but she pushed those thoughts
away.  She was here with someone who cared about her and someone with whom
she shared incredible memories.  She could be miserable later.  Right now
Love told herself it was all about feeling good again.

Love rested her tongue for a few moments and went after Jewel's lips.  She
sucked and licked her pussy lips and it had Jewel's hot girl juices
dripping right into her mouth.  Love went right after Jewel's taste like
she hadn't had water in days, letting her drip down her throat before going
back for more.

"Yes Love yes!" Jewel cried through her gritted teeth.  "Ohhhh it feels so
fucking good!  Eat me Love!"

As Jewel's words and cries cascaded over them, Love continued to say
nothing.  If it weren't for the continued feel of her wonderful tongue
inside her, Jewel would have wondered if Love was even on this planet with
her.  Normally Love would have been giggling and acting in the adorably
slutty manner that got all of them so wet, but now it was like she was
concentrating on this.  She was dedicated to her task of making Jewel feel
good and nothing else.

Love moved away from Jewel's lips and went back to her clit.  She sucked on
Jewel's most sensitive of parts and pressed her face in hard, her long,
dark hair draped all over Jewel's splayed thighs.  As Love sucked in her
clit, Jewel knew she was very close to coming.  Her whole body felt like it
had pins and needles in it and her skin crackled with imaginary fire.

"So close Love," Jewel groaned.  "Just a little bit more.  Don't stop Love!
I'm gonna come!  Please don't stop!"

Love still had no verbal response, but instead sucked on Jewel a little
harder.  Her lips pinched down on the singer's clitoris and Jewel thrashed
about on the bed, grabbing at the sheets and pulling them out of the tucked
position as she moved ever so closer to her orgasm.

"Ughhhhhhhh close Love..." Jewel said, tears of pleasure forming at her
ducts.  "Soooooo close!"

Love gave her lover another hard suck as she gripped her flesh and Jewel
suddenly descended into happy cries of sexual release.  She pushed her
pussy hard against Love's face and began fucking her sweet mouth.  This was
just what Love wanted.  She wanted to feel her face covered in Jewel's
orgasm.  She wanted to make her feel good more than she had ever wanted
anything else.

Jewel came with the rush Love had been looking for.  Her bare breasts shook
right along with her orgasming body and her whole body felt the pleasure
Love's mouth was giving her.  She cried out and spasmed for so long she
lost track, closing her eyes at one point.

When she opened them she saw Love back in front of her face and she
impetuously kissed the actress lovingly.  Love returned the kiss and worked
her way into Jewel's arms.  Jewel held her housemate tightly hoping she was
making her feel safe and happy.  They were both exhausted by this point and
more than ready for some sleep.  Jewel was just about to drift off when she
suddenly heard Love speak

"I did this..." Love said so quietly it was almost a whisper.  "I caused
all of this.  I ruined everything."

Jewel felt a wave of sadness wash over what she heard Love say and she was
about to tell her she was being silly when she realized the girl had fallen
asleep.  She decided not to wake her.  She needed to sleep.  They would
have plenty of time to talk in the morning.

* * * * *

It was still night when Sarah began to stir in her bed.  Sarah was still
groggy from her medicine, but the pain throughout her body reminded her of
where she was.  She looked over and saw Freddie slumped over in the chair
by her bed, snoring away.  He had stayed here with her.  That had to count
for something.  Maybe he was worth loving after all.  Some guys would have
just went home and come back, but he had stayed with her through the night.
Sarah definitely appreciated the sense that someone she loved was looking
over her.  But Freddie was not Sarah's chief concern right now...Alyson
was.

	If something had happened during Alyson's surgery and she hadn't
made it, then Sarah never would have been able to forgive herself.  If
Alyson had sacrificed her own life to attack Rick, then that was not
something Sarah could handle.  Alyson had stuck her neck out for her time
and time again and all she had given her back was more trouble and now
this.  Sarah felt responsible for her friend's fate and she had to find out
how she was.

	Luckily, the IV in her arm had been removed while she slept.  All
that remained of it now was yet another bandage on her arm.  Gee, maybe I
can try out for Mummy 3 after this, Sarah thought sardonically to herself.
But her private attempt at humor did nothing to ease her pain or her
anxiety.  Sarah could still feel the cold piercing of the blade into her
skin and she felt sick when she remembered Rick cutting her open on her
stomach and arms.

It was like she was still experiencing the sensations from it and she could
still smell Rick and feel his touch on her wounded body.  She wanted to
shut her eyes and make him go away, but it was like he was inside her head
right now and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

	But no matter how much she was still feeling the after effects of
the attack, Sarah wasn't going to let anything distract her from finding
out Alyson's condition.  She slowly pulled herself out of the bed and
gingerly began to walk out.  She passed Freddie and lightly kissed his
cheek to thank him for being there.  He stirred slightly, but didn't wake.

	Had her housemates been here?  Sarah vaguely remembered Love and
Jennifer being there at one point, but it was possible she had just dreamed
it.  She had had a lot of dreams while she slept...some of them good and
some of them bad.  She wondered where they were now?  Did they know what
had happened?  Sarah assumed they did because the police were still at the
mansion.  She missed her housemates something so much.  Only they know how
special Alyson was to her and only they truly knew what she was
experiencing right now.

	Sarah began to walk toward the door, but a slight gust of cool air
gave her immediate pause.  She remembered that she was in a hospital gown,
and therefore quite exposed at her backside.  Sarah cracked a smile as she
told herself it was probably going to be easier to get to Alyson if she
wasn't giving everyone a free show of her bare ass.  Sarah pulled a
hospital issue bathrobe down from a hook and wrapped it around her body,
covering her exposed flesh.

	Doing simple tasks like this hurt Sarah's sore body a great deal.
She knew enough about the recovery process to realize she had to do
everything very slowly right now.  She didn't want to risk tearing any of
her stitches and making her wounds worse.  This was a huge adjustment for
Sarah.  She wasn't used to doing anything at a level less than top speed,
but now she was forced to slow everything down.  So, like a snail moving
toward the finish line, Sarah walked out the door and into the largely
empty corridors.

	Sarah didn't want to make too much noise.  The last thing she
needed was some bossy nurse yelling at her to get back in bed and rest.
She couldn't rest without knowing if Alyson was alive.  Sarah walked as
quietly as she could but, as she made her way through the halls, she was
suddenly distracted by voices she found instantly familiar.

	"We're in the money...we're in the money..." one voice sang
happily, if softly.

	"Never underestimate the concept of supply and demand," another
added.  "If you've got product to sell and a desperate marketplace, then
there's no way you can lose."

	"Guys!" Sarah whispered happily to Waldo, Franklin and Delbert as
they sat up against a wall, counting their newly acquired funds.

	"Sarah!" they all said simultaneously as they leapt to their feet
in attention.

	"You're alive!" Delbert added enthusiastically.

	"More or less," Sarah replied, forcing a grin as they raced over to
her.  They seemed much happier than when she had seen them last when that
weird Brandon dude had walked in on them.  Delbert also seemed to have
grown hair, even though Sarah could have sworn he was still bald when he
had come to her rescue.

	"You saved my life Delbert," Sarah smiled gratefully as she
regarded the young man who was, no matter how you defined it, her hero.
"I'd hug you if it wouldn't kill me to try."

	"That's ok, I understand," Delbert replied with a happy smile of
his own.  "I'm just glad you're ok."

	"We all are," Franklin added.

	"Ummm do you guys know what happened to Alyson?" Sarah asked,
hoping desperately for the best, but more or less expecting the worst.

	"We haven't heard," Waldo answered.  "Not much news buzzing around
the hallways and we've been a bit distracted with some...ummm...business."

	"I just wish I knew where she was," Sarah sighed.  "I have to see
her.  I have to know what's going on."

	"Nurse Ratchett probably won't let us know," Waldo said in
response.

	"That's not much of a detriment, though," Franklin contended.  "We
can access that information and she'd never be any of the wiser to what we
did."

	"How can we do that?" Sarah asked, grimacing slightly as her body
continued to throb.  The pain medicine had made it a little bit better, but
not enough to give her the comfort she desired.

	"Very simple," Franklin replied as he opened up a backpack attached
to Delbert and pulled out a laptop, which he set up right from Delbert's
back. "We do what we do best."

	Sarah didn't know much about computer hacking, but she did know the
basic concept and it appeared to her eyes as if something very important
was missing from all of this.

	"Don't you guys need a modem or something?" Sarah asked.

	"Nahhhh...modems are for wusses," Waldo confidently declared as the
laptop was turned on.  A small antenna appeared from the top of the
machine, blinking a red light and soon enough the boys were making their
way through the hospital's server.  They seemed very confident in their
ability to get this done and, since it sure looked like they knew what they
were doing, Sarah just stood back and let them work.

	"It looks like she's in the Intensive Care Unit," Waldo said as he
and Franklin examined the information while Delbert stood their silently, a
command center seemingly inside the backpack slung over his shoulders.

	"We have to get there," Sarah insisted, taking a few steps towards
the elevator before stopping.  God, she didn't want to have to do this, but
she didn't see any alternatives.  She was moving so gingerly, that she was
just going to end up slowing them all down.  So she had to do this right
now.

	"Hey guys," Sarah began with noticeable embarrassment.  "Ummm this
is a weird request and all...but uhhh...I was kind of hoping you could
carry me."

	Waldo, Franklin and Delbert then all exchanged glances with one
another, before they all collectively shrugged.  Why the hell not?

	The elevators soon opened up on the ICU's floor and out stepped the
trio of men carrying one wounded slayer.  Waldo led the way and Sarah's
legs were draped over his shoulders.  Delbert was in the middle, supporting
Sarah with his upraised hands and Franklin had the back, keeping Sarah
upright.  They had to duck down to avoid crashing into the top of the
elevator, but they managed to avoid any near decapitations.

	If things hadn't been so serious, Sarah knew she would have been
laughing at the absurdity of all of this.  Here she was being carried
around like she was the queen of the universe.  But unfortunately there was
nothing funny about what had happened to her and Alyson.

	According to the information they had just illegally obtained,
Alyson was in room 19 and when they got there, Sarah motioned for the boys
to put her down.

	"That's enough guys," Sarah said.  "Thanks a lot."

	"No problem," Waldo said through gritted teeth as he and his
compatriots set Sarah down.  Even though Sarah couldn't have weighed 115
pounds soaking wet with weights attached to her legs, none of the three of
them were ever going to win a World's Strongest Man contest.

	"You want us to wait outside?" Franklin asked.

	"If you don't mind," Sarah replied.  "I kind of want to do this
alone."

	"That's ok," Waldo stated.  "I saw a vending machine back there
that we should really go investigate.  After all, we've got the cash now to
do it."

	The three then headed off to the vending machine, with Delbert
singing again.

	"We're in the money...we're in the money...the skies are sunny...I
don't remember the rest of the words, but I think they're supposed to rhyme
with 'money.'"

	Sarah shook her head and moved toward Alyson's room.  She didn't
know how the boys had suddenly found their cash windfall and something in
her said that she probably didn't want to know anyway.  None of that
mattered right now.  What mattered was Alyson.

	With no one around to stop her, Sarah pushed open the door and
walked inside.  It was a dark room, but there was just enough light for
Sarah to make out what the layout was.  It was just like a TV show with all
the machines and all the familiar noises they made.  There were blips and
beeps and screens with lots of information that Sarah couldn't make heads
or tails of.

	Sarah pushed forward slowly until she was at Alyson's bedside.  She
stared down at her best friend and what she saw made her want to cry.
Alyson's beautiful red hair had been shaved off and there was a large
bandage on the side of her head where Rick had hit her.  The bandage looked
relatively fresh and there were little traces of blood underneath it from
where they must have done the surgery.

	At least she was alive, but she didn't seem anywhere close to being
conscious.  Sarah peered down at Alyson as she breathed slowly and softly.
Was she in a coma?  Was she ever going to wake up?  Sarah suddenly became
terrified of the idea that Alyson might have suffered some sort of brain
damage.  Or even worse, what if she ended up being a vegetable?  That was
too horrible.

	Sarah wished there was a doctor there right now to explain what
Alyson was going through and what they had done to her.  She had obviously
had some sort of surgery, but why?  And what were the results?  Sarah had
to know if her best friend and lover was going to be ok, but she knew if a
doctor was there he'd probably just end up throwing her out.

	Alyson continued to breathe in shallow inhalations and the sound of
the machines that were monitoring her every second filled the room.  Sarah
brought a chair over from the side and slid it over so it was right against
Alyson's bed.  If there weren't any doctors there at the moment, then Sarah
was just going to wait until one got there in the morning...her own
injuries be damned.

	Sarah sat down in the chair, dedicated to staying there as long as
she could.  If Freddie could do this for her, it was the least of what she
could do for Alyson.  Seeing her friend like this filled Sarah with such an
immense despair, but she restrained herself from sobbing or anything like
that.  She wanted Alyson to only sense positive thoughts in the room and
instead the only sound Sarah made was her prayers to whatever higher power
was listening at the moment.

	"Aly, you have to be ok," Sarah begged.  "Please God, let her be
alright.  I'll do anything.  But you have to be ok Aly.  You just have to
be."

* * * * *

	Soon the night had run out its allotted time and it was time for
the morning to take center stage.  As the sun rose, people began their
regular routines.  People got up, got dressed and got ready to take on the
world.  This wasn't always a smooth procedure and one of the people having
a bit of trouble that morning was Reese Witherspoon, who was attempting to
feed her three-year-old daughter.

	"Ava honey, you have to eat breakfast," Reese stated with a slight
sigh of frustration.

	"I don't wanna eat!" Ava insisted forcefully.  "Not hungry!"

	"Honey, I could use a little help here," Reese called out to her
husband, Ryan Philippe, who was in the next room watching television.

	"Oh no, this one's on you," Ryan shot back.  "I had all the
responsibility when you went off on your little girls' night out.  Now it's
your turn mommy."

	Thanks a lot, Reese muttered to herself as she once again tried to
push a spoon of cereal toward Ava's unopening mouth.  Her daughter was old
enough to not have to be fed this morning, but she was being uncooperative
enough that this was necessary.  While she was doing this, she pondered the
idea that Ryan wouldn't have taken her "girls night out" in Malibu so
calmly if he'd known what she'd really done that night and who she'd done
it to.  If he had even the slightest clue about that or about what she'd
done the following day with Jessica Alba, it would have blown his mind
completely.

	Reese couldn't help but feel a stirring of arousal in her pussy
when she thought back to all the wild things she'd done recently.  Before
Sarah had seduced her and shown her all the wonderful things women could do
to one another, Reese had been suffering from a lack of sexual attention.
Now she found herself with all the pleasure she could take and more.

	These days, whenever she needed a friendly tongue or a warm, female
body, Reese knew she could find a bevy of them waiting for her in Malibu.
And now that she and Jessica had taken their shared desires outside of the
mansion it only increased that need.  Before yesterday, Reese's lesbian
tendencies only existed when she was at the mansion.  And now, after one of
the most intense sexual experiences of her life, Reese felt like she could
bring her desires anywhere she wanted.

	Reese found herself blushing slightly when she considered the fact
that people had bestowed on her the title of "America's Sweetheart" and
yesterday she'd been lying naked on a countertop in a sex shop while a
strange girl pulled beads out of her ass, giving her an amazing orgasm.
All of it had happened while Jessica was right next to her being fucked
with a strap-on by the store's owner.  It had been hot and nasty and Reese
had loved every second of it.

	It wasn't as if she suddenly wanted to stop being a wife and
mother.  She loved Ava more than anything and, even though it wasn't always
a smooth ride, she and Ryan were pretty good for each other.  But Reese
couldn't deny the emergence of this new side of herself.  It was a wild and
slutty side and it made her heart pound in all the right ways.

	Reese loved doing things that were supposed to be forbidden to her.
America's sweetheart wouldn't have been an active participant in a sticky
foursome in a sex shop.  A good wife and mother wouldn't have done the
things she had ended up doing that day to Jessica.  But Reese had done it
all and she wanted more.

	While Ava had been out of the house with her nanny, Reese and
Jessica had played under the hot water of the shower, washing off their
earlier exertions.  They had cleaned each other off and then proceeded to
get dirty all over again.  Reese could still taste Jessica from when she
had sunk to her knees in the shower and licked her to orgasm while the hot
water of the shower had cascaded all over the Dark Angel's nude body.
Remembering that sent shivers up Reese's spine and that had only been the
beginning.

	Even after they had made love in the shower, Reese had still been
feeling frisky.  She had led Jessica into her bedroom and pushed her right
down into the bed she shared with Ryan.  Reese guessed that Jessica had
probably been a little surprised by how sexually aggressive she'd gotten,
but she hadn't been complaining when Reese had laid down on top of her and
began rubbing their nude bodies together.

	Reese had really gotten off on the fact that she had Jessica naked
in the bed she slept in with her husband.  At one point Reese had gotten so
into it that she had run into the closet and popped out wearing one of
Ryan's shirts.  Jessica had greeted her with a lusty smile upon seeing her
like that and soon Reese had been right back on top of her while they
kissed and touched each other everywhere.

	Reese just wished she'd had a strap-on to wear while she did this,
to really complete the illusion.  She'd have to make sure that she did next
time she invited a friend over for the day.  She knew a good place to buy
one now.  But even without a fake cock, Reese and Jessica had contented
themselves with rubbing their wet pussies together, screwing each other
hard until they both fell onto their backs on the bed gasping for breath
and leaving themselves in a sticky, creamy and happy mess.

	It was even hard for Reese to believe she'd done all those things,
yet it had all made her so wet and she had loved it.  This new slutty side
of herself was a little scary, but it was also very exciting.

	"Mommy, what are you doing?" Ava suddenly asked in the direct
manner of a three-year-old.  This snapped Reese out of her daydreaming and
she immediately focused on her daughter again.

	"Nothing sweetie, mommy was just thinking," Reese answered with a
sly smile.

	"Mommy, you're silly," Ava giggled.

	"Yes sweetie, mommy is very silly," Reese agreed as she picked Eva
up from her chair and carried her into the next room.  If she didn't want
to eat now, Reese was fairly confident that in a half hour she'd be begging
for food.  Such was the life of a child.

	Reese gave Ava a kiss on her forehead as she carried her.  She was
never going to stop always being there for her daughter, but Reese had no
intention of stopping her experimentation either.  The women she now knew
as lovers had all made her feel so satisfied and wanted to see more of all
the things they could do to her and all the things she could do right back
to them.

	When she entered the other room, Ryan was busy watching CNN and
writing things down in a notepad.  Reese glanced down at his writings and
saw that he'd scribbled down little notations like "Showdown in Iraq,"
"Saddam Hussein" and "weapons of mass destruction."

	"What are you doing?" Reese asked.

	"I thought that if I started talking more about politics and
international affairs in the interviews I gave people would see the smart,
serious side of Ryan Philippe," Ryan answered.  "So I'm just doing some
homework to make sure I'm an expert.  After all Interview magazine is
supposed to come by later today to talk to me.  I just hope whoever they
send over knows as much as I do about world issues and documentary
filmmaking."

	"I doubt that will be a problem," Reese said with a little eyeroll.
"Honey, I need to watch Ava while I get dressed.  I'll try feeding her
again after that, ok?"

	"Sounds fine to me," Ryan said, welcoming his daughter onto his
lap.

	Reese then headed upstairs and cast off the light violet robe she'd
been wearing.  She had her bra and panties on underneath and she went to
her closet to pull out her clothes for the day.  Suddenly she stopped.

	Thinking about all of yesterday's naughty memories, had gotten
Reese a little wet and she began to wonder if she had time to play with
herself and really get her juices flowing.  Reese began to move her hand
down her flat stomach and toward her pussy, but before she got there she
was interrupted by her husband's excited call.

	"Honey, c'mere...you need to see this," Ryan called up to her.

	Reese grumbled a little bit as she picked up her robe and tied it
around her body again.  This had better not have been another time when he
tried to show off how smart he was to her.  But when she got downstairs and
saw the concerned look on his face, she knew something was wrong.

	"What is it?" Reese asked.

	"Take a look," Ryan said as he gestured toward the television.
Reese turned and nearly fainted dead away when she saw that CNN was
broadcasting a shot of the mansion.

	"There are no further details available on last night's attack,"
the anchor said.  "A hospital spokesman released a statement confirming
that both Gellar and Hannigan are being treated for their injuries.  There
is no word on what their conditions are, but a press conference is
scheduled for this afternoon.  A police spokesman has said that 26-year-old
Richard Burke is also at the hospital and in protective custody.  He is
considered a suspect in the attack on the two actresses who are best known
for their roles on 'Buffy The Vampire Slayer' but he has not been formally
charged.  CNN has exclusively learned that Burke is a former production
assistant on the show and had recently filed a sexual harassment suit
against Gellar that was thrown out of court.  Stay tuned to CNN for more
details on this developing story."

	"Oh my God!  Sarah!" Reese gasped as she covered her mouth in
horror.  She didn't know Alyson all that well, but she and Sarah had always
seemed so close.  "Ryan, did they say what happened?"

	"They just said that someone broke into that house of hers and
attacked her last night," Ryan answered.  "That's all the information they
had."

	"I can't believe it," Reese said.  Her legs were turning into jelly
and she suddenly felt weak enough that she had to sink into a chair.  She
had just been there.  How could this have happened?  Was Sarah ok?  She
wished they had given her more information.  Reese's mind was going a
million miles an hour and her thoughts were zigzagging everywhere.

	Most of her thoughts centered around Sarah's condition, but there
was also one troubling concern she couldn't shake.  What if everyone found
out what went on there?

* * * * *

	"Now just relax.  This isn't going to hurt at all.  In fact it's
going to feel really, really good."

	Britney Spears tried to do just that, but she couldn't help but
feel a slight case of nerves as she did this.  She had an excited smile on
her face and she supposed her reservations were natural due to the fact she
was in a hotel room, completely naked while a razor was being held close to
her pussy.

	"You've got to relax or I'm not going to be able to do this
Britney," Christina Aguilera insisted.  She too was naked and was the one
holding the razor so tantalizingly close to Britney's pretty pussy.

	The fact that Britney and Christina were naked with each other was
nothing new to them.  In fact, since last night they had just about done
nothing but get naked with each other.  Except for the times when they had
to go off and perform at the "One World One Love" concert they had pretty
much been fucking their hours away.

	At the beginning of the night they had regarded themselves as
rivals and now they saw each other as kindred spirits.  The cold behavior
they had tossed back and forth and the heated catfight they had engaged in
on the floor of their dressing room were forgotten the moment that Britney
had impetuously kissed Christina.  Then they knew that they wanted each
other and it had been nothing but orgasmic bliss since.

	Sleep wasn't something that they had done and it was now the
morning.  Even though they had dozed for a little bit in each other's arms,
they hadn't needed sleep.  They were too energized to do anything but fuck
and they had done plenty of that.  What had happened in their dressing room
had only been a warm up and they had both made an early escape from the
concert to run off to a hotel suite together.

	They had fallen back into each other's kiss as soon as the suite's
door was closed and they immediately saw that the connection they had felt
earlier was still there.  They had then proceeded to rip each other's
clothes off and do every little thing their naughty hearts desired.

	Britney was extremely eager to hear about every nasty thing girls
could do to each other and Christina had plenty to tell her about.
Christina told Britney about Rose and the mansion and even about her little
interlude with Love and Tara Reid.  Britney found herself getting so wet at
the thought of all those other famous girls hungry for pussy.  They were
lesbians just like her and she loved it!

	The two of them had practically ruined the sheets of the bed they
had played in through the night and into the dawn.  Christina had called
room service for strawberries and champagne at 4 a.m. and, even though they
ordinarily wouldn't have filled the request at that hour, they feared a
diva tantrum enough to make it happen.

	Now, with both girls a little tipsy from the champagne, they were
in the position they were in now for no other reason then Britney had began
caressing all over Christina's nude body and had paid particularly close
attention to her clean shaven pussy.

	"You like it Britney?" Christina had teased when she noticed how
long Britney was spending touching her there.

	"Your pussy is so beautiful," Britney had admired.  "So nice and
smooth."

	"Mmmm yes I love my shaved little cunny," Christina had giggled.
"It feels so fucking awesome to walk around with no panties and your pussy
all bare underneath.  It gets me so wet all the time."

	"I wish my pussy was that pretty," Britney had then said, which led
to the magic words escaping from Christina's lips.

	"Want me to shave you baby?" Christina had asked and, a quick sneak
trip to the all-night Rite Aid later, there they were on top of the bed.
First Christina and Britney had treated themselves to a long bubble bath
where they had gotten their skin nice and tender and ended up finger
fucking each other under the bubbles.  Then Christina had laid Britney down
on the bed, lathered up her small, neat bush of brown hair and with shaving
gel and started to get to work on her new fuckbuddy.

	"Trust me, you're going to love this Britney," Christina assured
her, attempting to alleviate her nerves by lightly brushing her fingers
against her slit before applying gel to them as well.

	Britney quivered in excitement at the contact against her pussy and
she nodded her head.  She did trust Christina...totally and absolutely.
She never thought she'd be in this type of position with her rival, but she
totally welcomed this twist of fate.  It had felt so good to be naked with
Christina and their rivalry had turned into an incredible mutual lust that
gave Britney a total high.  With Christina she now felt she not only had a
friend who understood the pressures of what it was like to be in the public
eye all the time, but a lover who could get her off super hard.

	Christina too was shocked by what happened.  But she had never been
one to question what gave her pleasure.  And Britney Spears had her pussy
dripping.  She seemed to have a sexual appetite that rivaled her own and,
even though she never would have admitted it, she too felt good about
rekindling the close friendship they had once had when they were on the
"Mickey Mouse Club" together.  Of course what they had back then was
nothing compared to this.

	As Britney inhaled sharply, Christina brought the razor to her
bush.  She had a light, practiced touch and Britney moaned as she began
shaving away the hair of her bush.  All of her nerves were on edge as the
blade glided across her flesh and it made the pleasure she was feeling that
much more intense.  Christina appreciated hearing Britney's moans, but she
didn't let them distract her as she gave Britney a close, clean shave.

	Am I supposed to be getting wet because of this?  Britney asked
herself that question as she felt nothing but arousal from Christina's
grooming efforts.  It had never felt this good when Britney had trimmed her
bush, but then again she thought everything Christina did felt good.  So
Britney didn't question her arousal from being shaved.

	"Feels good, doesn't it?" Christina said with a grin and Britney
eagerly nodded her head in response before moaning again.

Britney's arousal was obvious.  Christina could smell her excitement and
she couldn't stop herself from pulling the razor away just long enough so
she could tease the lips of Britney's labia.  Christina collected the
moisture that had collected there and placed them between her lips, licking
them clean with a satisfied "mmmm."

"Yesss Chrissy ohhhhh fuck it feels good!" Britney yelped as Christina's
fingers worked their magic.  "Make me all nice and smooth."

"Hell yeah you're gonna be nice and smooth," Christina grinned.  "You're
gonna be just like me Britney.  Nasty little whores like me always keep
their pussies bare and I'm going to make sure you have a smooth little
snatch too.  The world better get ready for us because you and I are going
to be like slutty sisters."

"Oooooh," Britney moaned, loving the sound of that.  "Yeah...just like you
Chrissy.  A nasty, little slut.  Make me slutty Chrissy.  I wanna be a
lesbian slut."

Reminding herself to tell Britney that she was still allowed to like cock
and pussy at the same time, Christina got back to work on her friend.  She
shaved off what was left of Britney's bush and wiped the residue gel off
the razor before finishing the job.  Christina then lightly glazed over
Britney's lips, shaving her pussy clean and sliding her tight little slit
open to make sure she didn't miss a spot.

While this was happening, Britney was practically dripping onto the razor.
Christina's hands were getting sticky from girl juice and she couldn't wait
to finish up here and give Britney the release she craved.  Christina
worked over Britney's pussy totally with the razor, her own pussy starting
to drip as she did it.

"Turn over," Christina requested and Britney immediately obeyed.  She laid
herself down on her stomach and Christina resisted the temptation to grab
at the cheeks of her ass and totally have her way with her.  That could
wait.  She had a job to finish up.

There wasn't much left to do and Christina quickly disposed of what was
left of the light fuzz of Britney's pussy.  She then had Britney turn over
again and immediately began washing her off with a warm washcloth.  Britney
groaned in pleasure as the cloth made contact with her sensitive pussy.
She really felt like she could feel everything now, even the air that was
seemingly caressing her sex.  Christina finished with the washcloth and
admired her handiwork.

"Mmmm good enough to eat," Christina giggled as she looked over Britney's
baby bare pussy.  She then proved her point by pressing her hungry mouth
right to Britney's cunt and beginning to wildly lap away at her.

"FUCK!!!" Britney screamed happily as Christina's face buried itself
between her legs.  By now she was very familiar with Christina's tongue,
but that didn't make it any less amazing.

With Britney's juices dripping onto her tongue, Christina was eager for
another taste of girl cream.  She loved the taste of women and knowing her
number one rival was the one about to come all over her face was an extra
turn on.  Britney's flavor was as sweet as pure bubble gum pop and
Christina was craving it like a child craved cotton candy.

"Awwwwww Chrissy that's it baby...mmmmmm yesssssss you know how much I love
that!" Britney squealed in delight as pleasure coursed throughout her young
body.  "Mmmmmm eat that pussy Chrissy...yesssss it feels soooooooo
goooooooood!!!"

Christina got off on how effusive Britney was about girl sex.  She seemed
to be diving into this new thing with full force and Christina could tell
she was going to have trouble keeping up with her lust.  That was ok
though, Christina liked a challenge.  She couldn't wait to introduce
Britney to Rose.  The thought of her and Rose double teaming Britney and
giving her the full on initiation into girl/girl fun had Christina's pussy
creaming in anticipation.

Britney's pussy had been aroused non-stop since she had first kissed
Christina and it had shown no sign of exhaustion even after her countless
orgasms that night.  Christina had found so many ways to make her come and
she was close again.  The eroticism of the shaving had gotten Britney so
wet and now that Christina's tongue was lapping away at her again it was
only a matter of time before she was rocked with another orgasm.

Getting at Britney's clit was easily accomplished by Christina's tongue.
She spread the lips of Britney's freshly shaven pussy and got right at the
aching bud.  The feeling of having the metal stud in Christina's tongue up
against her clit was driving Britney wild.  Christina was always able to
get her lovers, whether male or female, off so quickly because of her
piercing.  There was just something about the way it felt against flesh and
one of Christina's only sexual regrets was that she had never been with a
girl with a tongue piercing.  She wanted to know what it felt like so bad.
Hmmm, Christina thought to herself with a private laugh, maybe I can talk
Britney into getting her tongue pierced.

"Ooooooh I'm close Chrissy," Britney whined, begging for more tongue as she
planted her hand firmly on the back of Christina's head, keeping her right
where she wanted to be.  "Soooooo close.  Make me come baby!  Make me
fucking come!"

"That's what I wanna hear Britney," Christina teased, her lips and chin
shiny with Britney juice.  "Beg like a slut for me.  Beg for my tongue.
Only sluts like us know what we need and I know you need my tongue in your
tight, wet cunt!  So beg me Britney!"

"Yes Christina!  I'll beg!!!  I'll beg!!!" Britney cried, her arousal
hanging off of every high volumed word.  "Please Chrissy!  Fuck my wet
pussy!  I love being slutty with you!  Make me come baby!  I'll do anything
you want!  Anything!"

"Anything huh..." Christina smiled wickedly as she pictured Britney naked
on all fours with a leash around her neck and acting like her obedient
little pet.  That little notion was more than enough to get Christina back
at Britney's pussy and the bolt of pure ecstasy that accompanied
Christina's tongue sliding back into her tight, pink walls pushed Britney
even closer.

The sheets beneath them were hopelessly soaked in girl cum and Britney
wasn't doing much to improve the situation as Christina's tongue had her
dripping.  Britney suddenly wondered what the housecleaning staff would
make of what they found, but hell it wasn't like Christina had used her
real name when registering and as far as anyone knew Britney wasn't even
here.  She told herself that all they'd think was that some real sluts had
stayed here and what was that if not the truth.

Britney was having the time of her life.  If she had had any doubts about
embracing her new sexuality then they were gone.  First Jessica and now all
this.  Her bags were just about packed for this mansion Christina had told
her about and if it was anywhere near how she had described it, then
Britney was never going to leave what surely must have been heaven on
earth.

"Uhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhh sooooo close!!!" Britney wailed, her body
tensing up in preparation for the flood of pleasure that was surely to
come.  She was like a rubber band all coiled up and when her orgasm snapped
that tension, Britney knew she was going to be bouncing off the walls.

"Come for me Britney!" Christina commanded through a faceful of pussy.
"Come for me you little whore!"

"YESSSSSSS!!!" Britney screamed for the God knows how many-th time that
night.  "COMMMMMING!!!!"

Christina's mouth was fastened fast to Britney's spasming cunt, drinking
down her girl cum like it was ambrosia.  The tabloid reports about
Christina loving to drink were true, and there was nothing she liked
getting drunk on more than this.  Britney's hips bucked up and down,
fucking Christina's face and giving the unashamed slut more of what she
wanted.  Her pussy was getting quite wet in it's own right and she knew
that Britney would be happy to help herself to another taste as soon as she
caught her breath.

"Oooooooooooh..." Britney moaned with a happy sigh and a big smile as she
fell back against the bed, her desires quenched, if only for the moment.
Before she even had a chance to think, Christina was right in her face,
kissing her passionately and Britney didn't even consider fighting her off.
Instead she eagerly returned the kiss and relished her own taste in the
process.

"Told you you'd like it if I shaved your pussy," Christina grinned.

"You were right," Britney admitted, even though she had never claimed
otherwise.

"Baby, I'm always right," Christina stated, before pecking Britney's lips
again.

"Mmmm Chrissy, I'm getting hungry," Britney sighed.  "And not for more
pussy, if that's what you were thinking..."

"You know me too well," Christina giggled.  "Want to order some food up?"

"Definitely," Britney replied as she began to playfully tickle the body of
the girl she'd been fucking all night.

"More champagne and strawberries it is then," Christina laughed.

"You read my mind," Britney said, joining her as sounds of girlish laughter
filled the suite.  They were both still tipsy and more intoxication was not
something they were against.

"So go order it then bitch," Christina playfully ordered.  "I'm gonna rest
up and get ready for you to fuck me when you get back in here."

"You're the bitch Chrissy," Britney shot back with a quick tickle of
Christina's tummy.  "Good thing I love bitches."

Britney then eased herself out of the bed and walked toward the phone,
making sure Christina could appreciate her ass while she did it.  Christina
certainly was looking and she absolutely appreciated the site of Britney's
toned ass.  God, she was totally in lust with her rival.

While Britney was off calling room service, Christina got bored and turned
on the TV, flipping through the channels until she stopped in shock.  Right
there on CNN was the mansion.  Christina began staring at the same report
Reese was watching at home and only three words could escape her lips.

"Oh God no..." Christina gasped.

* * * * *

Sarah found herself being tapped gently and she opened her eyes to find the
sun streaming in from the window.  She sat up slowly, yawning and rubbing
her eyes, eventually realizing she wasn't in her room anymore.  Christ,
she'd fallen asleep!

Looking around, Sarah was jarred back to full consciousness when she saw
Alyson lying there in bed.  She'd closed her eyes for a minute while
sitting in her friend's room and she guessed that was when she'd fallen
asleep.

"You know if the nurse found you here, you'd be in big trouble," a male
voice said.  Sarah turned around and saw a familiar face.

"Dr. Bannister..." Sarah said, her morning brain fog almost gone.

"You shouldn't have been moving around like this Sarah," Dr. Bannister
chided her.  "You need to be resting now.  I don't want to risk these
stitches being opened up."

"I had some help getting around," Sarah admitted.  Dr. Bannister wondered
who might have helped her, but decided not to press the issue.

"I saw your bed was empty and I figured this was where you would have
gone," he said.  "I guess I was right on the money."

"I had to see her," Sarah sighed.  "I had to just see was you know...still
here.  Is she going to be ok?"

"Only time will tell Sarah," Dr. Bannister answered.  "I would term the
surgery a success, but you can never tell with injuries like this.  Brain
injuries are very tricky and we're going to see how she responds.  A coma
like this can be temporary or it can be ongoing.  We just have to treat her
as best as we can."

The thought of Alyson becoming some kind of comatose vegetable had Sarah
crying all over again.  Dr. Bannister placed his hand on her shoulder in a
gesture of comfort and Sarah appreciated it.  She liked him.  It seemed
like he was telling her the truth and that was all Sarah wanted.  She
didn't want things sugar coated.  Plus he wasn't brushing off any of her
questions.  That caused Sarah to hold him in high regard.

"Alyson was suffering from an intercranial bleed and we had to drain the
blood out of her," Dr. Bannister explained, seeing Sarah needed answers as
to her friend's condition.  "We had to do that or else there was a greater
chance of permanent damage.  We have her on medication to reduce swelling
and to make sure she gets plenty of oxygen.  Like I said, we believe the
operation was a success, now it's just a matter of seeing when she wakes
up."

"Is there a chance she won't?" Sarah asked.

"Sarah there's always a chance of that," Dr. Bannister answered.  "We just
have to wait and see.  That's the best I can tell you."

Sarah began staring silently at Alyson as she lay there lost.  Sarah wished
she could just shake her awake and she wondered what Alyson was feeling
now?  Did she feel anything at all?  Was she lonely?  Scared?  Sarah had so
many questions and there weren't nearly enough answers.  She just wanted
Aly to get up.  She would have given anything in the world to see that.

"We'd better get you back to your room," Dr. Bannister said as he began to
pull Sarah awake.  "I'll arrange for you to be able to come up to see
Alyson later, ok?"

"Ok," Sarah agreed, without much enthusiasm.  She didn't want to go.
Leaving Alyson alone was the last thing she wanted.

"Thanks Dr. Bannister," Sarah said.

"Oh it's no problem..." Dr. Bannister began before Sarah stopped him.

"No really Doctor..." Sarah interrupted.  "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Dr. Bannister replied with a warm smile.


CONTINUED IN PART 3