Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2005 23:02:54 -0500
From: KMB2476@aol.com
Subject: The Harem ch. 15 book 1 part 4

Well here's the final part of book one.  If you've been enjoying what
you've been reading let me know at KMB2476@aol.com



Reese then began kissing all over Jessica's neck and down over her
shoulders, brushing her long hair out of the way to get at her flesh.
Jessica always loved having her neck kissed and it certainly helped
increase her raging arousal that Reese was pressing her naked breasts to
her back and still sawing her bottoms back and forth in her pussy.

"Ohhhhh shit...I do like it...I fucking love it," Jessica groaned.  "You're
so sexy Reese.  Is that what you want to hear?  You're not a good little
wife.  You're a nasty, pussy loving slut like the rest of us!  God, you're
getting me so wet Reese!  Gonna make me come!"

"Mmmmmmmm I love hearing that," Reese replied, her nipples reflexively
tightening with pleasure when she was reminded how bad she was being.  "But
I don't want you coming yet...not until I get my tongue inside you."

Reese hopped off the counter, landing right on her feet and whirled Jessica
around.  Before Jessica even had a chance to reset her feet, Reese pulled
her right into a passionate kiss.  Jessica's head was giddily spinning as
Reese greedily sucked on her tongue and moved her hands up to cup the bare
breasts right in front of her.  Jessica moaned in delight as Reese squeezed
and played with her tits.  Her own hands had felt good on her flesh, but
the touch of another woman was always better.

The new brunette's hands didn't stay on Jessica's breasts for long.  Reese
quickly moved them down Jessica's toned stomach, tracing her skin with her
fingernails.  She went right for Jessica's thong, taking just a moment to
stare at the twisted bikini bottom still pressed between Jessica's cunt
lips.  After properly appreciating her handiwork, Reese tugged Jessica's
thong down and resumed kissing her.  The two girls wetly dueled tongues as
Reese made Jessica naked.  She then finally took care of herself, reaching
around back to unsnap her half off bra, leaving them both in nothing but
bare skin.

"So you gonna make me come now or are you all talk?" Jessica teased,
already knowing Reese was as good as her word.

Reese just giggled and kissed Jessica harder, pressing her backwards step
by step until Jessica was against the wall.  As soon as Jessica was
trapped, Reese really went to work and Jessica happily moaned as her lover
leaned down to suck on her aching nipples while pressing two fingers right
inside her snatch.

"Fuck!" Jessica hissed through her lips when Reese's fingers began rubbing
her clitoris.  "Ohhhhhhhhh Reese...that's it baby.  Slide those fingers in
me.  Feel how wet that pussy is for you.  Play with that clit!  You are a
naughty fucking thing Reese and I love it!  Finger fuck that pussy Reese!
Make me drip all over your hand!"

It seemed so long ago that Jessica had been first seduced.  She still
remembered that girl.  She had been so shy when Love had first dragged her
up to her room to change into their bikinis.  And when Love had first
touched her, Jessica's first instinct had been to run.

But fortunately, Love had convinced her to stay and a new woman had been
born that day.  The shy girl who had come to Malibu that day was long gone.
Now she was being finger fucked by Reese Witherspoon and it was only a
taste of what was to come.  Just remembering the change from one party to
the other was getting Jessica close to coming.

"Oooooh you're so tight," Reese sighed in between licks at Jessica's
nipples.  Her free hand was cupping whichever breast she was playing with,
feeding it to her mouth.  "God, your pussy feels so good on my fingers.  So
wet and tight.  You're just so fucking hot Jessica!  Mmmm I never want to
stop fucking you!"

Reese knew she was babbling a little, but she also knew no one could blame
her.  She had Jessica Alba naked and wet for her.  If that wasn't a time
for babbling, then nothing ever could be.  Reese just wanted to get her
friend off and then get right to the party.  Unfulfilling sex was a distant
memory now.  She was back amongst women.

While she kept sucking on Jessica's tits, Reese pushed her fingers inside
the pink tightness of her friend's sex.  Reese began pumping them in
harder, making Jessica grunt with need and causing her bare tits to shake
right in her face.  Reese couldn't help but laugh as Jessica's soft,
beautiful breasts slapped her cheeks and chin.  It all felt so good and she
was already getting wet for her next orgasm.  But Reese was going to wait
for that one.  She had Jessica to attend to first.

Leaving Jessica's saliva coated chest behind, Reese made sure her lover was
still pinned up against the wall of the stock room and fell down to her
knees.  This pressed Reese's face right up against Jessica's pussy and she
inhaled deeply, loving her smell.

But Jessica was getting impatient and was in no mood for Reese to just fill
her lungs with her sexual perfume.  Jessica's hand pressed itself to the
back of Reese's head and pushed her forward, right into her pussy.

Reese didn't resist a bit and as soon as Jessica's cunt was against her
mouth she got to work with a flurry of hard licks against her labia.
Jessica groaned and bucked her hips against Reese's face, mashing her
wetness all over her skin.

In response, Reese stopped attending to Jessica's slit and pushed her
tongue right inside her pussy.  Reese's tongue penetrated Jessica's soft
folds and went right after her clit.  It took but a few seconds of
searching for Reese to locate it and her tongue started working it over
with hard, long licks.

"Yessssssss more Reese...more," Jessica urged, her hand still on the back
of Reese's head.  "That's it!  Lick that clit!  Ughhhhh taste how fucking
hot I am for you Reese!"

Reese knew that as hot as Jessica was for her tongue she was even hotter
for the taste of her lover's cum.  For too long Reese's lips had been
parched for the taste of another woman and she knew Jessica was going to
give her all she needed.  Reese had her mouth pushed as far against
Jessica's pussy as she could manage and she hungrily swallowed every drop
of juice Jessica was feeding her while her tongue continued to play with
her clit.

God, she had missed this.  Reese couldn't get enough of Jessica's taste and
the sound of her growing moans.  Jessica was so wet for her and Reese
couldn't wait to feast on her cream.  She kept her tongue busy against
Jessica's clit while her hands reached around back to squeeze and massage
the cheeks of her ass.

Jessica's moans only got louder from the feel of Reese's hands on her butt.
Reese let her hands play all over the sculpted cheeks and she loved feeling
the wet spots her own saliva had left on them.  She just felt so wanton and
that felt so good.

She loved being on her knees, eating another girl out and gripping onto her
ass.  Reese peered up from between Jessica's legs and shot her a long,
soulful look with her eyes, hoping Jessica saw her and got off on it.

Reese's hopes on both ends were certainly confirmed with another series of
breathless, horny moans.  Jessica and Reese locked eyes and stared deeply
into each other.  Jessica loved looking at Reese's soft, needy eyes.  It
was as if they were begging for her cum.

Jessica responded by grabbing onto a nearby shelf for support so she could
grind herself harder against Reese's face.  Jessica used the leverage to
move herself up and down, pressing her smooth, bare lips to Reese's mouth
and coaxing her tongue to work her clit over faster and harder.

The sounds of Jessica's arousal grew louder and more frantic as Reese took
her cue and moved her tongue at a quicker pace.  Instead of the long licks
she'd been using, Reese targeted her tongue at the center of Jessica's clit
and gave it a furious licking.  Reese's tongue moved wildly on Jessica's
clit, hitting the spot over and over again as Jessica cried for more.

"So close...so close...so close..." Jessica panted, her tits jiggling with
each grind against Reese's face.  Her clit seemed to swell up more every
time Reese tongued it and it was driving Jessica wild.

Jessica's hand continued to hold Reese down between her legs.  She gripped
a clump of her long, dark hair, but when Reese began to pull herself out,
Jessica didn't stop her.

"Mmmmm you do like that don't you," Reese smiled as she took a long gulp of
oxygen.  "You like fucking my pretty face?"

"Uhhhhhhhhuhhhhhhh..." Jessica groaned in the affirmative, her hips bucking
forward again and again to try and get Reese back to it.

"I'll bet you'd like fucking my fingers again too," Reese purred before
sliding her two fingers back inside Jessica's tightness.  Jessica shrieked
in delight at the penetration and began fucking herself against them as
Reese held her hand steady.

Jessica fucked Reese's fingers like they were two pink sex toys inside her
and, as soon as she got a steady rhythm back up against them, Reese pushed
her face back into it and resumed eating Jessica's pussy.

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" Jessica cried out, the two stimulations making her
body shake in anticipation.  Her orgasm was so close and words were failing
her.  All that was tumbling past her lips were garbled cries of extreme
pleasure.  Reese's tongue on her clit and her fingers thrusting inside her
cunt were leaving her gasping for air.

There was too much coming in all at once, but Jessica never wanted it to
stop.  She just closed her eyes and continued balancing herself up and down
on the shelf with one hand while the other locked Reese's head between her
legs.

With Jessica's eyes closed and Reese's head away from the door, neither
girl saw the door open.  Jennifer Garner stood stunned in the doorway,
unable to believe what she was seeing.  There was Jessica spreading her
legs for some random goddamn fucking slut!

She and Jessica were supposed to be here together and it had taken all of
30 seconds for the girl she thought was her friend to go and run off with
someone else.  Jennifer had never expected to find this when she had come
looking for Jessica and it left her shocked and hurt, with a growing anger.

Jennifer couldn't even see whom it was who was eating Jessica out and she
didn't want to see.  They had obviously been doing this for some time
because Jessica looked ready to come.  Jennifer didn't want to see any
more.  She was too furious to do anything but push the door closed again
and storm away.

Jessica thought she had heard something, but when she opened her eyes all
she saw was that the door was closed.  She thought briefly about asking
Reese if she had heard something too, but another hard flurry of licks to
her clit quickly derailed that train of thought for Jessica.

All she could think about was her orgasm rushing forward at an
uncontrollable speed.  Reese was making her clit absolutely throb with
desire and her fingers felt so good, pushing inside her pink folds and
loosening up her tightness.

The only thing missing was a toy for Reese to shove up her ass, but Jessica
knew that could wait for later.  She was panting and sweating and Reese was
doing just fine with only her tongue and fingers.

All Jessica had to do was bend her head down to see Reese staring back up
at her, rubbing her face into her pussy and visibly loving what she was
doing.  That sight was what set Jessica off and with a howl she creamed
Reese's movie star face.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  OHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHH" Jessica screamed in orgasm, not
caring if anyone heard her or not.  This felt too good to keep quiet.  Her
orgasm pounded her naked body and Jessica humped against Reese's face with
every tremor.  Reese's mouth was so hungry and Jessica wanted to feed her
every drop she could spare.

Jessica babbled Reese's name over and over again, her cries turning to
moans and then happy coos as her orgasm cycled down.  Reese remained on her
knees, licking up every drop of girl cream and loving how it sizzled on her
tongue and dripped down to her stomach.  It felt so good that Reese didn't
stop licking until Jessica's legs finally gave out and she slowly dropped
herself down so they were both on their knees.

The two girls immediately fell into another deep kiss, their juice coated
lips and their bare tits all rubbing together in a happy mess of naked girl
flesh.  Neither girl cared how much time was passing as they kissed each
other again and again.

"Mmmmm now I'm ready for the party to start," Reese sighed, resting her
head against Jessica's chest.

"Speaking of which, we'd better get out there again," Jessica replied.
"Sarah's going to be here soon and I think Alyson is waiting for all the
stuff I was supposed to bring her."

"Should we even bother getting dressed?" Reese asked with a giggle.

"Welllllll...I guess they do encourage nudity around here," Jessica said
with an excited smile of her own.  "And most of the party has seen us both
naked already.  I'll show off if you do."

Reese didn't answer with words, but rather with another kiss to Jessica's
lips.  They lingered in their liplock, but finally broke it off.  After
they did, they gathered up their forgotten clothes and tucked them under
their arms, not intending to do much to cover up their bodies for the rest
of the weekend.  The two girls then walked out of the stock room hand in
hand.

At the last second Jessica remembered to grab the box she had been supposed
to bring to Alyson, but something else entirely slipped their minds and
remained forgotten in the stock room...Reese's wedding ring.

* * * * * * * *

Meanwhile the last group of invited guests had left Malibu and was enroute
to Jamaica.  This was the key group because it wasn't going to be much of a
party if Sarah wasn't there.  Convincing Sarah to trust them and get on the
plane had taken a little bit more time than her housemates had originally
hoped, but in the end they had departed with the guest of honor on board.

At least they were going down in style, Love thought as she explored the
plane.  Private jets were nothing new to her.  She'd flown in a lot of
them, but she'd never owned one.  Christina and Britney did, however, and
after the jet had brought them down to Hedonism earlier, they had sent it
back to get the rest of them.

Too bad my singing career never took off, Love thought to herself as she
walked around.  If it had then she could have afforded two or three of
these like Britney and Christina could.  This place was practically a home
in the skies.  It even had a private bedroom inside it.

Love looked around the bedroom and smiled when she wondered what naughty
things Britney and Christina had done in here.  Her nipples swelled under
her sundress as she hoped that on the flight back they'd show her first
hand.  Love had been on the road when Britney and Christina had moved in so
she hadn't had much time to spend getting to know the two pop princesses.
But every time she had been with them, she had been left smiling and
creaming and that was just the state Love wanted to be all weekend.

She didn't even know how many people were coming to this party, but she
knew one thing for sure...she was going to want to fuck each and every one
of them.  If all worked out, everything would be ready by the time they
landed in Jamaica.

Love couldn't wait. Rose, Jennifer and Michelle were all on the plane and
they all seemed so excited.  Love could practically taste the aroused
anticipation in the air.

With a little squeal, Love hopped onto the bed and bounced a bit, playing
around with no one watching.  She wasn't wearing any underwear under her
dress and that sent her tits jiggling and reminded Love of how bad she just
wanted someone to peel her dress off and get to work on every inch of her
body.  But before Love could make herself any hornier, she heard a clearing
throat demanding her attention.

"You lied to me yesterday, didn't you?" Sarah said as she stood in the
doorway of the bedroom.  "You know, when I wanted you to get in the shower
with me.  You felt fine, didn't you?"

"Kind of," Love sheepishly admitted.  "Are you mad Sarah?  We didn't do it
to be mean."

"Well I don't think you did.  Rose on the other hand..." Sarah replied,
trailing off at the end of her thought before changing the subject and
sitting down on the bed next to her housemate.  "Tell you what Love, I'll
forgive you and stop being mad at you if you tell me what's going on.  I
know you guys have something planned.  I mean that's why you've all been
total bitches and haven't let me come.  So what's going on Love?  What's
Rose's plan?"

"I can't say.  It's a surprise," Love said, a little afraid Sarah was going
to start screaming at her or something.  But Sarah remained calm.

"You can give me a little itty bitty hint, though, can't you?" Sarah
pressed, her body rubbing right up against Love's.  Their lips were almost
kissing as they spoke.  "Look at us, we're on a plane and no one's even
telling me where we're going.  I hate it when people keep secrets from me.
C'mon Love, you can tell me.  I totally won't tell Rose it was you who
spilled.  I know you want to tell me."

"I...I...can't," Love insisted, fighting against her own nature here.
Aside from the huge one she carried around with her every day, Love had
never been very good at keeping secrets.  It was just too tempting to not
tell and it had been so hard to keep this from Sarah.

The first thing Love had wanted to do when she heard about the party was go
tell Sarah just to see the look on her face.  And she wanted to tell Sarah
now more than ever.  She didn't want her friend to be mad at her.  It was a
hard impulse for Love to ignore and she felt herself weakening.

"Of course you can," Sarah said, her hands reaching up to caress Love's
chest through her dress.  "No one's around to stop you.  I know you want to
tell me everything that's going to happen.  Mmmmm I can make it worth your
while Love.  I know you wanted to get in the shower with me yesterday.  It
must have been so hard on you to say no.  How about I just pull up this
little dress of yours and do everything I was going to do to you in that
shower.  Would you like that Love?  My tongue in your pussy?  Mmmmm and
your ass too...fucking you and making you cream all over my face.  You
wouldn't even have to do me back.  All you'd have to do is tell me what
Rose is planning.  If you do that I'll make you come so hard that you won't
be seeing straight for the rest of the day."

Sarah's hands began to play with Love's bare tits under her dress,
squeezing and pushing them together as the former slayer grinned wickedly.
Her words and actions were so tempting and Love felt herself beginning to
slip.  She found herself ready to tell Sarah everything about the surprise
that was waiting for her in Jamaica.

* * * * * * * *

"Damnnnnn...I look gooooooooooooood..." Rose laughed as she stared at her
own picture in Allure magazine.  It had just been lying around on the plane
as reading material and Rose had been bored enough to flip it open and take
a good gawk at herself.  She had been one of several celebrities to pose
naked for the magazine recently.  All the good parts were covered, but they
all had been quite obviously naked in the photos.

Rose had never had a problem with nudity, but she had actually been a
little sick the day of the shoot.  Still you could never tell that from the
picture.  Rose had to admit that it was one of the best pictures of her
that had ever been taken.  She was lying on bales of hay, her arm crossed
over her tits and her legs positioned so you couldn't see any pussy, but it
was sexier that way than it wouldn't have been if she had assumed a Hustler
pose and just sat back and spread her legs a mile wide.

"Yeah, I'd totally fuck me," Rose laughed as Jennifer sat across from her
and tried to get a little extra sleep.  Jennifer couldn't help but laugh
affectionately at Rose's cockiness.  She was right, though.  Those pictures
were amazing.  Jennifer had seen them one day while at a supermarket and
all she'd wanted to do afterwards was to break every speed limit to get
home and just bury her face in Rose's pussy.  They were that good.

Jennifer closed her eyes again, wanting to make sure she was completely
well rested before the party began.  She didn't want to tire herself out
too easily.  For once she had no demons in her mind, trying to make her
feel guilty.  She had a free and clear conscience and she wanted to live
out every fantasy today.  Jennifer knew that she wasn't going to be able to
do that if she needed to take a nap in the middle of the fun.

But before Jennifer could doze off, Rose interrupted with a very good
question.

"Hey!  Where's Sarah?" Rose asked, putting down the magazine and looking
around the plane.

"I don't know," Jennifer replied, gazing her eyes around.  "I guess she
went off exploring or something.  I mean it's not like she jumped off or
anything.  Relax, she's here somewhere."

"Yeah, but where's Love?" Rose demanded, her radar going off like crazy.
She knew what was going on here!

"Uh oh..." Jennifer said, immediately grasping what Rose was getting at.

"That little slut's gonna tell her everything," Rose declared, shooting up
from her seat.  "Shit, I gotta find them before it's too late."

"Ooooooh I will go find them," Michelle said, inserting herself into the
conversation.

"Yeah right...one lick and you'll be selling out all of us," Rose snorted,
dismissing the maid's offer.  "You just keep sitting frenchy...I'll go find
them."

Fortunately there weren't many places to hide on the plane and, after Rose
peeked into the bathroom, she knew there was only one other place they
could be.  She walked toward the plane's bedroom and found the door closed.
But that was only a temporary obstacle as Rose pushed the door open and
found Sarah and Love lying next to each other on the bed.

Love's dress was bunched up around her waist and her pussy was exposed as
Sarah's fingers rubbed up and down her slit, attempting to coax information
from her.

"C'mon Love...tell me..." Sarah pressed.  "All you have to do is open up
that pretty mouth and tell me where we're going and what Rose is planning.
I know you want to.  If you do, you're going to be able to come all over my
fingers.  And then I'll lick you.  I'll lick you everywhere you want
Love...again and again."

Rose grinned at Sarah's cunning.  If she was in her place, she would have
gone right for Love too.  That girl couldn't keep a secret if you stapled
her lips shut.  Neither of them had noticed she was standing in the doorway
and Rose enjoyed the view of Love naked from the waist down and her eyes
closed in pleasure as Sarah teased her labia.  Of course Rose could also
see that Love was right on the verge of spilling every detail, so she
stepped in before it was too late.

"Oh no!" Rose said firmly as she walked inside the bedroom.  "Hands off the
pussy Sarah!  Bad girl!"

"Awwwwwww fuck," Sarah snapped in frustration as she yanked her hand away
from Love.  "You know, I don't like any of you right now and I hate you the
most Rose!"

"No you don't," Rose smiled, reaching down to rub Sarah's pouting chin.
"You love me Sarah.  Don't pretend you don't.  Mmmmm and you're going to
love me even more once we land."

"C'monnnnnnnnnnnnn...give me a hint," Sarah whined.  "I know something's
going to happen.  Just give me some kind of clue about why you're all
making me suffer like this!"

"Well I would have...but you had to go off and be a sneaky little slut,
didn't you Sarah?" Rose teased, knowing full well she had never had any
intention of giving Sarah a clue about what was waiting for her.  "You
tried to take advantage of poor little Love here, so no clue for you."

"AGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Sarah groaned in loud frustration as she leapt off the
bed and stormed for the doorway.  "You all suck!"

"I'm sorry Rose," Love offered meekly.  "But I didn't tell her anything.  I
swear!"

"I believe you," Rose said.  It was clear from Sarah's demeanor that she
still knew nothing.  "Don't worry about it Love."

Love then smiled in relief and began pulling down her sundress.

"Wait...wait...wait...what are you doing?" Rose asked.  "I didn't tell you
to cover up.  Keep that dress hiked up sweetie."

"Oh yeah?  Why?" Love inquired, licking her lips in anticipation of what
she hoped was about to come.  Sarah's touch had gotten her nice and wet.

"So I can give you a little reward for not spilling the beans," Rose
grinned, crawling onto the bed and positioning her face right between
Love's legs.  "If you were feeling horny, you should have come to me.
After all, Sarah's not the only one here who know how to give your pussy a
good licking."

Rose immediately set about proving that, sliding her tongue right inside
Love's cunt and filling the plane with ecstatic cries that everyone could
hear, especially Sarah.

As Rose did what she'd been wanting to do, Sarah gritted her teeth in her
seat, the fire in her loins turning more and more into a raging blaze by
the second.  Wherever they were flying had better be worth it.  That was
all Sarah knew.

* * * * * * * *

Back at the resort, Jennifer Garner was trying very hard to keep from
crying.  She didn't want anyone to see her like this.  She didn't want
anyone to know that she felt like her heart was breaking.

She couldn't believe Jessica had done this to her.  They were supposed to
be here together and she was off with the first piece of ass that winked at
her.  Jennifer was furious as she fought back the angry, hurt tears that
were threatening to pour out of her eyes.  She had come here looking for
fun with her lover, but now all Jennifer wanted to do was get the next
flight back to Los Angeles and forget she had ever met Jessica Alba.

When they had hooked up in that conference room at the studio, it had
simply been the best sex of Jennifer's life.  And when they had gone to
that club and indulged in their passions again, Jennifer felt like she and
Jessica had made a real connection.  The fact that Natalie Portman had been
with them that night had certainly added extra spice, but what Jennifer had
focused on most of all was being with Jessica.

Jennifer wasn't naive.  She knew that she and Jessica couldn't exactly go
out to movie premieres or the Emmys holding hands as girlfriends.  But she
had thought when they were alone or with safe company they would be
together as lovers and that they wouldn't hide their relationship from
anyone else.  Jennifer felt like what she and Jessica had was special, but
apparently Jessica didn't feel the same way.

She was starting to feel very sorry for herself and finally the tears
started to spill out as Jennifer wandered farther and farther away from the
stock room containing Jessica and her little whore.  Jennifer wiped her
tears away with hard rubs of her eyes.  She wasn't going to do this.  She
wasn't going to cry.  She wasn't going to get sad.  It was better to get
angry.

And Jennifer did feel angry.  She was mad at Jessica for going off with
this girl and she was mad at her for not feeling the same way she did about
them.  Jennifer felt so stupid right now.  She had just been another girl
for Jessica to fuck...just another notch on the bedpost.  Jennifer had
thought it had been more, but it hadn't.  It just hadn't.

Jennifer knew that there were going to be a lot of girls at this party and
she hadn't thought that she and Jessica were just going to be with each
other.  But Jennifer had thought that she and Jessica would be playing with
these girls together, working as a team as they worked their way through a
roomful of hot girls.  That was what Jennifer had fantasized about and
seeing Jessica off with this mystery girl had turned those fantasies to
nightmares.

Her whole body was a sea of roaring emotions now.  Jennifer was trying to
control herself.  She was keeping her tears at bay, but her anger was
growing.  Part of her wondered why she was acting this way.  She and
Jessica had never talked about any type of exclusivity or anything in their
relationship.  But Jennifer had just assumed there would be.  Now she saw
how wrong she was.  She had just felt Jessica would only want to really be
with her.

She remembered how she had felt when she had first seen Jessica with
Natalie.  Pangs of jealousy had tugged at her.  She hadn't wanted to share
Jessica with anyone.  But it looked like Jessica wanted to share herself
with everyone and Jennifer didn't think she could handle it.

Jennifer wandered back into the ballroom and was happy to see that it was
unoccupied for the moment.  This would give her a chance to compose
herself.  She needed to calm down and get a grip.  A potentially unwise
idea seized her and Jennifer made her way behind the bar.  She pulled out a
glass and began searching for a bottle...any bottle that would make the
anger disappear.

She grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured herself a healthy amount in the
glass.  Jennifer downed it and after coughing and sticking out her tongue
from the strength of the alcohol she began pouring herself another
glass. It was then that Jennifer found out she wasn't quite alone.

"Maybe you'd better slow down," the undeniably female voice spoke up.  "The
party hasn't even started yet."

Jennifer looked up and nearly choked on her own tongue over who she saw
sauntering toward her.  Words couldn't form as Jennifer tried to wrap her
mind around the fact that Angelina Jolie was heading her way.

"Ummmm hey..." Jennifer finally said.  She didn't normally get tongue-tied
and it had been a long time since she had been star struck by anyone.  But
this wasn't just anyone...it was Angelina Jolie heading her way in a thin
beige top and leather pants.  "Are you...ummm...coming to the party?"

Jennifer tried not to look too embarrassed, but inside she felt like a
complete dork.  It was as if she was back in high school with geeky glasses
and braces.  But Angelina didn't seem to mind her stammering.  She just
smiled and laughed gently.

"I'm not here for the Shriners convention honey," Angelina replied.  "I'm
here for the same party you are.  I got to know Sarah very, very well
recently."

"Ohhhhhh I really don't know her all that well," Jennifer admitted.  "I'm
here with someone else...at least I thought I was."

"Is this someone you thought you were with the reason you're hitting the
bottle so early?" Angelina inquired.  Jennifer didn't answer.  But the look
on her face gave Angelina all the information she needed.

"Well just don't get crawl too far into that bottle," Angelina advised.
"You don't want to be passed out in the corner when everyone else is having
a good time."

"I don't think I'm going to be having much of a good time," Jennifer
admitted.  "I might just get out of here.  I really don't want to see a
certain someone right now."

"Wow...what did this girl do to you?" Angelina asked.  "I assume it's a
girl, right?  I thought this was a no boys allowed party."

"It is and she is..." Jennifer explained.  "I just really don't want to
talk about it.  I just thought someone felt differently about me."

"Maybe she does and just has a different way of showing it than you do,"
Angelina speculated.

"I don't want to be rude, but I really don't want to talk about this,"
Jennifer said.  "I just think I'm going to get my things from my room and
go back home."

"Oh no you don't," Angelina said, holding out her arm to block Jennifer
from walking out from behind the bar.  "I don't want anyone leaving this
party, least of all you Jennifer.  I've been admiring you for a long time."

"You have?" Jennifer asked, the anger starting to fade away and be replaced
with something else entirely.  Angelina was absolutely stunning and
Jennifer was beginning to think she might be running off a little too early
from here.  After all, wasn't turnabout fair play?

Knowing that Angelina was a fan was a good enough feeling, but the look in
the raven-haired goddess' eyes showed there was extra meaning behind her
words and that was one serious turn on.

"Oh yeah, I always wanted a chance to be alone with you and it looks like
we're plenty alone right now," Angelina said as she began walking around
the counter until she was behind the bar with Jennifer.

The "Alias" star didn't quite now how to react.  This was so sudden and
Angelina was so sexual that it was a lot of new emotion piled upon the ones
she was already struggling with.  But, there was still no way Jennifer was
going to offer any resistance if Angelina made an advance.

"So this girlfriend of yours, did you catch her with someone else?"
Angelina inquired as she and Jennifer stood face to face.

"How...how did you know?" Jennifer gasped.

"I can see it in your eyes," Angelina explained.  "You have the look of
someone who just walked in and found their lover with their pants down
giving it to someone else.  Believe me, I know that look.  I've had it
myself a few too many times.  What you need to do right now is not think
about it.  You need to find a distraction and fast."

That was just what Jennifer wanted and as her arousal started to grow she
became more and more willing to play along with Angelina's game.

"Oh yeah?  And what kind of distraction is there for this?" Jennifer asked,
purposely leaving herself wide open for what she hoped was about to come.

In response, Angelina shot Jennifer a wicked grin and moved in for a kiss.
Angelina pressed herself right to Jennifer's lips, where she met no
resistance.  It was a closed mouth kiss at first, a slow start for the two
girls who had never been together before now, but it quickly deepened.

Pushing her anger at Jessica aside, Jennifer opened her mouth and let
Angelina suck on her tongue.  Mmmm this girl knew just how to kiss and
Jennifer felt her knees start to get weak as she surrendered to the touch
of Angelina's amazing lips.  Angelina pushed the kiss deeper and deeper.
She took Jennifer's tongue in her mouth and pressed her hands to her face,
trapping the very willing girl against her.

Jennifer's body was starting to light up like a carnival ride that someone
had turned the switch on.  The kiss spread arousal throughout her and
Jennifer suddenly felt very underdressed.  She was standing there just in a
bikini and sandals.  Her suit was white with a pink trim running all around
the sides of her top and bottoms.  Though the bikini didn't show much more
flesh than she usually did, Jennifer felt positively naked next to
Angelina.

Every so often the two girls would break for oxygen, but for the most part
it was a non-stop kiss.  Jennifer took Angelina's tongue in her mouth and
tried to keep up with the sex goddess, kissing her back and trying to show
her how bad she wanted her.

Angelina Jolie had always been such a hot fantasy of Jennifer's.  She was
just so stunning with those perfect lips, large breasts, fiery and soulful
eyes and an attitude that oozed carnality.  But Jennifer never would have
had the guts to go up and make a move on her.  Her attempt to seduce
Jessica had been a disaster.  But now it sure seemed that Angelina was just
as willing to play with her as Jessica had been that day.

Jennifer's nipples hardened under her top until they were visibly poking
through against the soft material of her bikini.  When Jennifer peered down
and saw that she was having the same affect on Angelina she nearly giggled
with giddiness right into her new friend's mouth.  Instead she moved her
hands up to cup Angelina's breasts through her thin, silk top, delighting
in how hard her nipples were against it..

"Mmmmmmm that's it, now you're getting it," Angelina moaned, breaking off
their saliva filled kiss.  "You need to see that this is going to be a
party Jennifer.  I think your girlfriend already knows that.  Now it's time
for to you learn it too.  You're supposed to be here having fun.  She
is...so should you."

"I don't want to talk about her," Jennifer declared, her lust for Angelina
overcoming any desire she might have had to leave.  "I just want you
Angelina.  Fuck me!  Fuck me right now!"

"That's what I want to hear," Angelina grinned, her hands still caressing
Jennifer's soft, gorgeous face before leaning in for another long,
passionate kiss.  Angelina was in complete control and Jennifer just let
her push her onward.  She was angry and horny and she needed relief now.
Angelina was going to give it to her and there was no way Jennifer wasn't
going to accept this sexy gift that was making her pussy so wet under her
bottoms.

The two girls kissed again and again.  As far as they knew they were still
alone behind the bar, but they wouldn't have stopped even if the whole
party was watching them.  Jennifer needed this and her need grew more
demanding with each passing second Angelina's magnificent lips were on
hers.  She was starting to soak her bottoms and when Angelina moved a hand
off of her face and began tracing it down her body, Jennifer tensed up,
hoping she was going just where she wanted her to be.

"Yesssssssss..." Jennifer groaned into the kiss as Angelina's hand pressed
against her bottoms.  She didn't slid under her bikini, but rather palmed
her wetness through it.  Rubbing her mound sexily through the material and
getting her even wetter.

"So wet," Angelina grinned.  "Mmmm I'll bet your cum is so fucking sweet.
I need to taste you Jennifer.  I need to feel your pussy all over my
tongue.  You want it too, don't you?"

"God yes...please..." Jennifer begged, her voice low and thick with horny
need.  "Fuck me Angelina!  Get my bottoms off and eat my pussy!  Ohhhhh you
kiss so nice.  I want to feel that tongue inside me.  I want you to eat me
out and make me come!"

"Get on the counter..." Angelina playfully ordered.  "This is the only kind
of drink I'm going to be swallowing today."

Jennifer felt a wicked rush and immediately did as she was told.  This felt
so slutty and she loved it.  She had never gotten it on in such a public
place before.  It made the conference room she and Jessica hooked up in
seem like fortress with a moat around it.  But it was new and hot for her
and Jennifer was completely willing to do to it.  She'd show Jessica she
wasn't the only one who could get a random girl to go down on her.

The leggy actress pulled herself up on the bar counter and the thick oak
easily supported Jennifer's slim, toned frame.  Once she was securely up
there, Jennifer spread her legs wide, knowing that her wetness had to be
making her white bottoms look almost see through by now.  But she didn't
care.  All she cared about was getting Angelina's tongue inside her.

"Fuck me!" Jennifer demanded, rubbing her own bottoms wantonly.  "I need
you Angelina!  Show me how fucking good you are!"

"Don't worry sweetie," Angelina assured her new soon to be lover.  "I know
I've got a reputation and it's not even half as good as I really am.
You're going to come so hard.  Your hot little cunt belongs to me now and I
am going to drink down every sweet drop of your cum."

That promise alone caused Jennifer to moan wildly and toss her head back,
making her long, brown hair to fly a little around her face.  She quickly
brushed it aside so she could have a clear view of Angelina positioning
herself between her legs and reaching for her bikini bottoms.

While shooting Jennifer a wicked smile hot enough to melt through clothing,
Angelina hooked her fingers into Jennifer's bottoms and pulled them down
her long legs. Angelina didn't even bother with Jennifer's top.  All she
wanted was exposed right before her horny eyes and she went right for it.

As soon as Jennifer's bottoms were off her legs, Angelina buried her face
in her pussy and started licking away at her pink folds.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmyyyyyyyyyyyyygaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwd!!!" Jennifer
cried out as her body was suddenly seized by pure pleasure.  Angelina's
tongue was absolutely incredible.  Jessica was great at eating pussy, but
with just a few swipes from Angelina's tongue showed Jennifer that she was
on some elite level that few mortals were able to reach.  She had such
skill that Jennifer felt like it would only take a few seconds for her to
get off.

Jennifer fought hard against that with every fiber of her being.
Angelina's tongue felt so amazing inside her pussy that she didn't want the
pleasure to end prematurely.  She wanted it to never end.  Orgasm would
almost be like a punishment because it meant that Angelina would pull that
tongue away from her.  Jennifer couldn't have that.  She never wanted
Angelina to stop eating her.

"Ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Jennifer
cried out over and over again.  "It's so good!  Soooooooo fucking
goooooooooood!!!  More Angelina!  More tongue!  Oh God Angelina keep
licking meeeeee!!!  Never stop!!!"

Jennifer was hardly the first girl that she had ever heard begging for more
of her tongue and if the gods of lust kept shining on her, then hopefully
she would be far from the last.  Angelina knew she had a great tongue.  She
had put in a lot of practice to get her skills in the refined shape they
were in now and she loved getting girls off.  Jennifer was just the first.
Angelina was planning on getting her tongue a lot of work today.

But that was in the future.  Right now Angelina attended to her horny
lover.  Jennifer's pussy looked so beautiful...all pink and spread open for
her tongue.  She bathed each and every one of her soft folds with her
tongue, savoring every taste of the juice that she was collecting with each
lick.  But Angelina knew the sweet flavor she was tasting now was nothing
compared to the main course that was awaiting her.  She wanted Jennifer's
cum and she wasn't leaving this spot until she got it.

"Ahhhhhhhh fuck yesssssssssss oooooooooooooh eat me Angelina!"  Jennifer
urged with aroused cries, her voice staggering and easily broken with the
pleasure coursing through her bottomless body.  "Ohhhhhhhh eat that fucking
cunt Angelina!  Gobble up my pussy!!! Oooooooooh soooooooo
gooooooooooooooooooood!!!  I'm gonna cum soon baby!  I'm gonna feed you all
my fucking cream just like you want!!"

That was absolutely what Angelina wanted.  Every action she had taken since
she had seen Jennifer behind the bar had been designed to get just that
result.  Whatever heartache Jennifer was going through was just a
convenient way for Angelina to get her bikini off.  Angelina was already
wondering who Jennifer's girlfriend was and getting a taste of her pussy
too.  She didn't care who was right or wrong in this fight.  She just
wanted sex.

Angelina used two of her fingers to spread open Jennifer's pussy and lick
even faster and deeper.  Angelina had always thought Jennifer was
beautiful, but she had certainly never looked better to her than she did at
that moment...bottomless and spread open on the bar, every inch of her pink
pussy seemingly on display and exposed for Angelina's cum starved tongue.

There wasn't an inch of Jennifer's cunt that Angelina didn't want to work
over.  She sucked on the lips of her labia and tongue fucked her folds,
swallowing every drop her tongue could reach.  When she had indulged in
enough tasting, Angelina went for the prize.  By now Jennifer's clit was so
swollen a blind man could have found it.  Angelina's tongue hit it and made
it throb and caused Jennifer to writhe on the counter.

"Ughhhhhhh more...more...please more..." Jennifer moaned.

"More" was basically the only word Jennifer could get past her lips
anymore.  It was all she wanted and all her brain could form.  The ability
to speak coherently was quickly leaving her, but she didn't care.  She just
wanted to feel more of Angelina's tongue inside her.

The whole time Angelina had been eating her out, Jennifer had unconsciously
rubbing her own tits through her bikini top.  The material was chafing
against her swollen nipples and that just made the feeling more intense for
Jennifer.  When she took notice of what her hands had been up to, Jennifer
began massaging her breasts harder, grabbing the firm mounds with her hands
and making her chest tingle.

Finally Jennifer couldn't take it anymore.  She had to feel flesh against
her hands.  As Angelina's tongue continued to bat her clitoris around,
Jennifer reached around her back to untie her bikini top.  She flung it to
the floor and immediately got her hands back to her now bare breasts.  Her
hard nipples felt so good poking against her palms and rubbing her own tits
raw just pushed Jennifer closer to orgasm.

For her part, Angelina was really enjoying herself.  There were going to be
a ton of hot girls at the party and Angelina had big plans, but Jennifer's
pussy was so tight and her flavor was so sweet that Angelina promised
herself that she'd pay her new friend another visit with her tongue before
the festivities were over.

There was so much of Jennifer's hot flesh that Angelina wanted to explore
and her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to below her splayed pussy, where
the actress' puckered asshole lay sadly neglected.

Jennifer's pussy ordinarily would have been too good a sticky treat for
Angelina to draw her taste buds away from, but once she got the notion in
her mind, Angelina couldn't stop thinking about seeing how open Jennifer
would be to some backdoor play.  It was too appealing an idea for her to
ignore.

The more she thought about it the more Angelina got wet over the idea of
fucking Jennifer Garner's tight, toned ass.  It was so drool worthy every
week on "Alias" and Angelina knew she couldn't deny herself.

Sliding a finger in right away would have been too presumptuous.  Angelina
didn't know how much Jennifer would like it, even though her instinct was
telling her the girl wasn't a virgin to anal play.  A tongue would be much,
much more effective to test the waters and, even though she loved every
lick of Jennifer's delicious pussy, Angelina had to test the waters for
herself.

When Angelina pulled her tongue out of her pussy, Jennifer reacted with a
loud groan of disappointment.  Her orgasm had been getting so close.  Why
was Angelina stopping?  Her tongue was only gone from her cunt for a
second, but to Jennifer's desperately aroused mind, it felt like an hour.

But all that frustration disappeared the moment Angelina's tongue slid
right back into her body and began exploring her tender asshole.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" Jennifer squealed at the top of her
lungs, giving Angelina an instant approval of her actions.  "YESSSSSSS
OHHHHHHH GOD YESSSSSSS!!!  FUCK ME ANGELINA!!!  I LOVE IT IN MY ASS!!!"

Once again patting her instincts on the back for being right, Angelina
happily got to work teasing and tasting Jennifer's tight hole.  She made
sure plenty of saliva dripped inside her lover's ass while her left hand
spread Jennifer's cheeks open, giving her both lube and space to begin
tongue fucking her.  Angelina used her tongue like a hard toy on Jennifer's
ass, fucking her puckered starfish while her right hand kept at her pussy.

The double stimulation nearly sent Jennifer flying off the bar top and onto
the floor, but she wouldn't have minded.  The pleasure of having Angelina
Jolie tongue fucking her holes would easily have been worth a few bruises.
But fortunately, it wasn't necessary to make that sacrifice because
Jennifer steadied herself and just let the amazing pleasure fill her,
getting her right to the verge of orgasm.

Angelina made sure Jennifer's two hot spots got plenty of attention.  She
explored Jennifer's asshole with long, tender licks while her fingers
rubbed Jennifer's clit, making sure she knew just when the girl was about
to come.  As much as Angelina loved tonguing Jennifer's ass, she wasn't
going to miss the taste of her orgasmic cream for anything.

Even since her first sexual exploration of herself, Angelina had loved the
taste...the feel...the whole essence of cum.  It was sex at its most primal
and basic and there was nothing on this Earth that could rival the taste of
a woman.  Angelina had known she had liked girls since she had first
wrapped her brain around the concept of sex and the years had only made
that desire for female flesh stronger.  There was no way her tongue was
going to miss out on Jennifer's orgasm.

Jennifer felt her body getting so close she could barely stand it anymore.
She didn't want this to end, Angelina was too good, but she also wanted the
intense bliss she knew she was going to get when she finally came.  Part of
her wanted not to come and to prolong the pleasure while the other part
wanted that orgasm right then and now.  Unfortunately for the part that
wanted to wait, it was fighting off a tidal wave with an umbrella.

"OHHHHHHHHH AHHHHH YESSSSSSSS SOOOOOOO CLOOOOOOSSSSSEEEEEE!!!" Jennifer
managed to grunt out loudly to warn her lover through her gritted teeth.

Angelina immediately responded by pulling her tongue out of Jennifer's ass
and getting her lips back on her clitoris.  She captured the swollen
pleasure center right between her lips and sucked on it greedily, jamming
her whole face right up against Jennifer's spread open cunt.  The hard,
intense suck of her clit was all that was needed to push Jennifer right
over the edge.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jennifer just screamed out loud in absolute
ecstasy as Angelina's mouth opened the floodgates in her body.  Her nude
body bounced on the bar top and Jennifer had to move her hands off her tits
to grab onto the edge to keep from falling backwards.  Her bare ass ground
itself into the polished oak as Angelina kept her face latched onto her
creaming pussy, licking up every drop.

There wasn't a bit of girl cum that Angelina missed.  Her tongue picked it
all up and pushed it right down her throat to feed her rumbling stomach.
It was the sweetest candy in the world to Angelina and in a way swallowing
Jennifer's essence down was even more pleasurable than her own orgasm would
have been.

Jennifer's raging orgasm forced her pussy to hump up against Angelina's
face, but the raven haired sex queen took it all in stride...sucking and
licking everything Jennifer gave her until her orgasm finally ended.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Jennifer moaned in bliss, her head
craned backwards and her long hair draped down toward the floor.  She had
no desire to ever move again.  She just wanted to lie here in her afterglow
and enjoy every second of it.  But Angelina had other plans and she grasped
Jennifer by the hands as she rose up from her knees, pulling her up into a
kiss.

Jennifer eagerly returned the gesture, kissing her lover passionately and
thanking her for everything she had just felt by sucking on her tongue and
caressing her beautiful face, just as Angelina had earlier done to her.
Jennifer was about to reach around Angelina's back to get at the strings
that held her top together when she heard the clapping.

"Wow!  That was...that was just amazing!" Jessica marveled as she and Reese
stood there in the ballroom, naked as the day they were born, giving
Jennifer and Angelina a healthy hand of applause for the show they had just
witnessed.

Jennifer reacted to Jessica's presence by sliding herself off the bar,
grabbing her discarded bikini and walking towards the exit as quickly as
she could.  Unaware of her friend's feelings, Jessica approached her as she
walked closer.

"That was so sexy Jen," Jessica grinned.  "You looked so beautiful when you
came."

"Yeah, like you really care," Jennifer snapped before walking right past
Jessica and toward the exit.  Jessica was immediately confused by the
reaction and began chasing after her friend.

"Hey Jen!  Wait!  What does that mean?" Jessica called out as she took off
after Jennifer.

"What was that all about?" Reese asked Angelina.  Neither had any idea that
the other had been invited to the party, but as they eyed each other over
they knew no introduction was necessary.  They were both very obviously
into girls.

"I don't know, some kind of lover's spat or something," Angelina shrugged.
"That's why I never date women any more.  I just fuck them.  And speaking
of which...Jennifer was just the first girl for me today.  Any chance you'd
like to be number two Reese?"

Reese was a little taken aback at first by the very direct invitation, but
that quickly turned into a smile.  She had just come from Jessica, but just
looking at Angelina, her hard nipples straining against her top and her
face coated in Jennifer's essence had her exposed pussy tingling nicely.

"Well I do have to finish checking in first," Reese said.  "I kind of went
straight here.  But how about you and I go upstairs to my room together.
I'm told it's got a great ocean view...right by my bed."

Unsurprisingly that was an invitation that was quickly accepted.

* * * * * * * *

Meanwhile in the lobby, Alyson was checking in once more with the resort's
staff.

"Is everything to your satisfaction so far, Ms. Hannigan?" asked the girl,
who served as the resort's guest services manager.

"Oh yes everything's perfect," Alyson smiled, even as she thought to
herself that everything wasn't quite to her satisfaction yet because this
girl wasn't on her knees eating her out.

However, Alyson kept that thought private since she wasn't sure how this
girl would react to such a blatant advance.  And even if she had been more
than willing to fall to her knees and start munching, Alyson had too many
things to do still to even think about getting herself off yet.

"Well if there's anything you need, just call for me personally and I'll
make sure that you get it," the girl, whose nametag read "Cara", promised.
"We want to make sure all our guests are completely satisfied, especially
our VIPs.  So if there's anything...and I mean anything...that I can do for
you, all you have to do is ask."

Cara then shot Alyson a look that told the actress that the girl would have
been very receptive indeed to a little playtime.  Alyson smiled, but didn't
take the bait.  Ordinarily she would have, but not with so much to do.  It
was hard to pass up the temptation, though, Cara was a beautiful, young
girl.  She looked like she was in her early to mid 20's, but what stood out
about her the most to Alyson was her red hair.

It wasn't just red, it was more like blood red.  It couldn't be that shade
naturally, Alyson thought to herself.  But she loved it anyway and she
found herself wondering if Cara's drapes matched her curtains.  Cara also
had striking emerald green eyes and a toned, tight body that Alyson was
already picturing what it looked like under her uniform.

Staring at this girl reminded Alyson of the sexy redhead she had left at
home.  It had been hard to leave her kitty at home, but with so many girls
coming to the party, Alyson hadn't wanted to share too much.  Her kitty was
hers.

Besides, she didn't want to spoil her little pet.  She had been very good
lately, but something like this was a special reward.  Fortunately, Laura
had eagerly agreed to kittysit and had even said she was going to bring her
friend Mila over to help make sure that the kitty was well taken care of
and got petted...a lot.

"Are you ok Ms. Hannigan?" Cara asked, snapping Alyson out of her dreamy
thoughts.

"Oh yes...I'm fine," Alyson replied, blushing a little over being caught
daydreaming.  "I just zoned out for a second.  But please, call me Alyson.
When you call me Ms. Hannigan I get 'Annie' flashbacks."

"No problem...Alyson," Cara said with a smile, continuing to give Alyson a
look that dripped with desire.  Perhaps once the party got started, Alyson
could have Cara drop in to check on them.  Alyson was really starting to
think the sexy redhead would like what she saw.  She did look so hot and
when she moved her arms, it lifted her shirt just slightly and Alyson
caught sight of something red on her skin.

"Is that a tattoo?" Alyson inquired, curiosity tugging at her.

"You bet it is," Cara proudly replied.  "Want to see?"

"Sure," Alyson said, expecting Cara to just tug up her shirt a bit.  But
the girl went far beyond that.

Cara not only tugged up her shirt, she pulled the top of her hotel uniform
completely over her head.  As Alyson tried not to gasp at the girl's
boldness she saw that the girl wasn't wearing a bra underneath and that
both her nipples were pierced.  But that wasn't even the most shocking
part.  Cara's torso was completely covered in a tattoo of a phoenix.  It
was done in red and purple and it was absolutely huge.  The phoenix's wings
wrapped around Cara's large breasts and the feathers of the mythical bird's
tail reached down below her waist.

Smiling wickedly over the shocked look on Alyson's face, Cara wasn't even
finished yet.  She undid her pants and pushed them down, exposing both the
fact that she was walking around without panties and that her tattoo
extended down her body.  Her red patch of hair over her pussy confirmed
that Cara was a natural red head and her bush served as the capper for the
tattoo.  It was shaved into a flame shape for the phoenix to rise out of
and when Cara turned around to show Alyson her ass, the actress saw that
she had a small flame tattoo over her butt too.

"Whoa," Alyson breathlessly admired.  Cara's skin was nice and tan, showing
that she spent a lot of time making use of the resort's nude beach.

"Glad you like," Cara giggled as she continued to model her almost naked
body in the lobby.  Catching the glimpses of other admirers was inevitable
and there was quickly a wolf's whistle headed her way.

"Now that's what I like to see!" Christina laughed as she and Britney
strode up to Alyson and her new friend.  "Aren't you going to introduce us
Aly?"

"Ummmm yeah," Alyson replied, struggling to find her own tongue.
"Christina, Britney, this is Cara.  She works at the hotel."

"Ooooh do you do bed checks, cutie?" Christina teasingly asked as Britney
looked on lustfully and Fluffy offered no discernible reaction.  Both pop
singers were still completely naked and looking at all this bare girl flesh
was making Alyson long to lose her own clothes as well.  But before she
could get any further with that thought, a group of new arrivals
interrupted the proceedings with pure shock at the bold display of nudity
before them.

"Oh my God!" Michelle Trachtenberg gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in
shock.  The rest of the group she was with was no less shocked, but
eventually Emma Caulfield cracked a smile.

"This is a hell of a way to start a party," Emma laughed as Alyson went
over to greet her friends and former co-stars.

"You made it!  God, it's so good that you're here," Alyson squealed as she
gave Michelle and Emma happy hugs that were quickly returned.  They hadn't
come alone.  Amber Benson and Amy Acker were there also, completing the
little Whedonverse reunion that Alyson had designed for Sarah.

Alyson gave Amy and Amber welcome hugs too, taking a few extra seconds in
hugging Amber and loving how her breasts felt against her under her
t-shirt.

"Aly, what's going on?" Amber inquired.  None of them could believe that
Alyson was acting so casually around these naked women and the huge black
guy standing right next to them.  It was if it was no big deal for her to
be with gorgeous naked women.

Michelle looked like she was going to faint and Amy seemed like she was
stifling giggles.  However, Alyson detected a very hungry look in Emma's
eyes as the actress looked Cara, Britney and Christina over.

"Don't worry about it," Alyson replied, deflecting Amber's question.  "Just
relax and check in.  Sarah should be here soon."

"Ummm I didn't know you guys knew each other," Michelle replied, still not
believing she was staring right at the nude bodies of Britney Spears and
Christina Aguilera.  She tried not to gawk at them, but it was hard not to.

"Oh yeah, we're good friends," Britney giggled.  "We're all friends here."

"Ohhhhh cool..." Michelle said softly, not knowing what to make of any of
this.  This was too weird.  First Alyson brings them to some kind of sex
resort and now this with Britney and Christina.  Michelle was young, but
she hadn't just been plucked out of the cabbage patch.  She knew something
weird was going on here.

"Glad to see you got invited sweetie," Christina said, running her fingers
up Michelle's arm.  "Hope we see a lot of you later."

Michelle didn't know what to say in response, but fortunately she didn't
have to do anything because Britney tugged at her friends arm.

"C'mon Chrissy...I want to wash all this lotion off and then go meet up
with Gwen and Shakira again," Britney said, pulling Christina toward the
elevator.

"Fine, but you're washing my back when we get upstairs," Christina replied
before smacking Britney's bare ass and making the pop star yelp in giddy
delight.

Amber, Amy, Michelle and Emma kept staring at Alyson, as if they were
waiting for some kind of explanation.  None was forthcoming, though, and
Alyson just smiled at her friends, shrugging her shoulders.  As this
silence continued, Cara pulled up her pants again and slid her shirt back
over her chest.

"Remember Alyson...anything you need...just ask," Cara said with a wink
before walking away.  Her path soon converged with Jennifer Garner's as she
walked through the lobby, trying to redress herself in her bikini as she
walked.  Jessica was right behind her, trying to catch up.  The former Dark
Angel was just as naked as Britney and Christina had been and, unlike
Jennifer, made no attempt to cover herself.

"Jen...wait...what's wrong?" Jessica asked.  "Talk to me!  What happened?"

Jennifer didn't say anything.  She just walked into one of the elevators
and quickly pushed the button so the door closed in Jessica's face.
Jessica cursed in frustration and confusion and frantically pushed the
button for the next elevator car, so she could catch up with her upset
friend and try and figure out what was going on.

All of this drama didn't escape the notice of the new arrivals and one
question kept popping into their heads.

"Aly, what kind of party is this?" Amber asked.

"You'll see," Alyson giggled, not letting them in on any clues.  She wanted
their imaginations to run wild before they saw the truth.  "Now go settle
in."

* * * * * * * *

Two girls that had already settled into their room were Michelle Branch and
Avril Lavigne.  Of course for them settling in meant Michelle pulling in
their suitcases while Avril lay on the bed chilling out.

"You know you could help out a little if you wanted," Michelle pointed out
as she began unpacking their stuff.

"Yeah I could, but I don't want to, so I won't," Avril replied with a
laugh.  "C'mon Michelle.  Why are you even bothering?  We're just going to
be leaving on Sunday anyway.  Don't even bother unpacking.  Just come here
and lie down with me."

That did sound like a very good idea to Michelle.  They weren't going to be
here for long anyway and she could use a little rest and TLC after the
flight from Los Angeles.  The dark haired singer abandoned her unpacking
efforts and flung herself down on the bed next to Avril.  The two girls
giggled and quickly fell into a series of soft kisses.

"I love this place," Michelle sighed in between kisses.  "It looks like
it's going to be so wild here."

"Yeah too bad you didn't go here on your honeymoon," Avril teased.

"That's it...now you're going to get it," Michelle playfully growled.  She
lifted up Avril's t-shirt up enough to expose her flat stomach and she got
right to tickling her.  Michelle's fingers tickled all over Avril's belly
and soon the singer was roaring with uncontrollable laughter.

Avril had been teasing Michelle mercilessly the past few weeks about her
"marriage", if it could even be called that.  Michelle had finally
swallowed her fear and done what she had wanted to do for so long.  She had
come out to the executives at her record label.

They knew things about her now that even her own parents didn't know.  She
didn't tell them everything.  She had left out a few key details, like
about Avril and the mansion, but the message had been clear...she liked
girls.

In a sign of how truly advanced people had become as a culture, the
executives at Maverick had reacted as though Michelle had told them she
worshipped Satan and performed mass puppy sacrifices on weekends to please
her dark lord.  All they could see was falling record sales and the
inability to book concerts down South.

Their panic had sent Michelle into a panic and a plan was quickly hatched.
Michelle was going to suddenly marry her bass player, even though he was
over 10 years older than her, and her lesbianism was going to remain a
hidden secret.  Fearing she was going to be dropped by the label, Michelle
had agreed.

So now she was married in the classic tradition of fake Hollywood unions.
Michelle wasn't exactly tickled pink about it, but it did give her cover to
do what she really wanted to do...and that was lie in bed with beautiful
women like Avril.

"St...st...stooooooooooooop!!!" Avril gasped in between the laughter that
was shaking her body.  "I...I'll be...be good!"

That got Michelle to stop with her tickling, but she wasn't satisfied.

"Not enough...you have to kiss me before I forgive you," Michelle declared.

"Goody," Avril grinned, immediately accepting the offer.  "Which set of
lips do you want me to kiss?"

"Mmmm right up here for now," Michelle grinned, pointing to her face.  "We
can take care of those other lips later."

Slightly disappointed that she wasn't going to get a snack out of this,
Avril comforted herself with the taste of Michelle's very kissable lips.
She kissed her friend and slid her hands over Michelle's black t-shirt to
cup her breasts.  Michelle moaned as she kissed her lover back and allowed
the frisky girl to touch her firm, youthful tits through her shirt and bra.

"God, do you ever not wear black?" Avril laughed after inching up the shirt
to expose a black bra underneath.

"It's my favorite color," Michelle defended herself.

"Well I prefer flesh color myself," Avril said with a wink before kissing
Michelle's exposed tummy and making her moan and shiver slightly.  "And
speaking of flesh, let's get naked!  That's what you're supposed to do
around here!"

Avril bounced right off the bed and began flinging off her clothes in such
a flurry that Michelle blinked and suddenly her friend was completely
naked.  Michelle moaned happily at the sight of Avril's naked body, her
beautiful, firm breasts and that soft patch of brown fur over her pussy.
Michelle loved it all.

Not quite as open about her body as Avril was, Michelle stayed on the bed
and watched with growing interest as the Canadian teen bent down and
reached into her suitcase, exposing her tight little asshole in the
process.  When Avril straightened herself up she had a piece of paper in
her hand.

"Hey did I ever show you my list?" Avril asked, thrusting the piece of
paper in Michelle's face.  "It's a list of all the girls I want to fuck
today."

Ever since Michelle and Alyssa had broken into her hotel room, Avril had
taken to lesbian sex with the kind of reckless enthusiasm she seemed to
bring to everything else.

Michelle had to laugh when she saw that she had actually taken the time to
compose this list.  It was quite a collection of hot girls though.  It
looked like Avril wanted to fuck everyone that they knew had been invited.
Not that Michelle could blame her.  But there was name that stood out, if
for no other reason than it was at the top of the list.

"Jessica Alba?" Michelle read aloud.  "But you've already been with her."

"Not like this," Avril grinned evilly.  "I owe that bitch some payback.
She thought she got me last time, but now she's the one that's gonna to get
it.  No one makes me apologize...not for anything!  And now she's gonna
pay!"

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked, her brow furrowing a little.  Avril had
never said anything about this before.

"I mean she's gonna find out what it means to be fucked," Avril laughed
before reaching into her suitcase and pulling something out.  Michelle
gasped when she saw what her friend had.  Avril held a strap on dildo up by
its straps.  But it wasn't the fact that Avril had gotten herself a strap
on that was the gasp inducing part.  It was the fact that the dildo had to
be a foot long and it was thick.  It looked like something only a veteran
porn star would be able to handle.

"No Avril...don't," Michelle immediately advised.  "You'd hurt her!"

"Nahhhhh she can take it," Avril replied, dismissing the warning.  "Or at
least she will when I'm through with her.  Jessica's gonna pay for making
me her bitch.  I never forget and I never apologize!"

* * * * * * * *

Jessica was completely unaware of Avril's intentions, but even if she had
been, she probably wouldn't have cared.  She had bigger problems than a
teenage girl with hurt pride.

"Jen!  Please!  What did I do?" Jessica begged for an answer as Jennifer
began throwing her things in her suitcase.

"The fact that you don't even know just makes it worse," Jennifer snapped
as inside her whole body felt like it was churning.  She had gone from
anger at Jessica to ecstasy toward Angelina and now she didn't know what
she felt.

It was like everything was crashing into each other all at once and it was
too many emotions to handle at once.  Jennifer sunk to the bed, sitting
down and burying her face in her hands, trying to keep herself from crying.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Jessica protested, getting close
to tears herself.  "Please Jen.  What did I do?  Whatever it is, I'm sorry.
Just please don't leave."

Jessica sat next to Jennifer on the bed and tried to place her hand on top
of her friend's.  But before she could, Jennifer pulled herself away.

"You didn't sound very sorry when you were letting that girl eat you out,"
Jennifer glowered.

"You saw us?  You saw me and Reese?" Jessica asked.  She couldn't believe
Jennifer had seen them and hadn't tried to join in.  And now she was mad
about it.  What was going on?

"Yes...I saw enough to see how much you were loving it," Jennifer shot
back.  That had been Reese Witherspoon?  Wow.  Jennifer hadn't even
recognized her.  She thought she was blonde.  She did look good naked,
though, no matter what her hair color was.  Wait...she was supposed to be
furious about this, not getting turned on.  Jennifer didn't even know what
to feel anymore.

"Why are you mad?"  Jessica asked.  She still didn't understand what was
wrong with what she had done and Jennifer's reaction was so confusing to
her.  "I...I thought that was why we came here.  I thought this was what
you wanted.  I mean...when I saw you with Angelina.  I didn't get mad.  I
thought it was hot.  You two looked so beautiful."

"I only did that because I was so pissed at you!" Jennifer lied as she
stood up from the bed and began pacing around, still dressed only in her
bikini after successfully putting it back on in the elevator.  She knew she
was lying, but said it anyway.  Even if she hadn't been mad at Jessica,
which she totally was, she probably still would have responded the way she
had to Angelina's irresistibly seductive advances.

"Jen...I don't get it..." Jessica said, pleading for understanding.  "What
did I do wrong?  You should have come and joined me and Reese.  We would
have let you.  It would have been amazing."

"You really don't get it, do you Jessica?" Jennifer muttered.  God, she
didn't know what she was saying from one moment to the next.  Her body was
a vortex of swirling emotions.  Part of her wanted to storm out and the
other part wanted to push Jessica onto her back on the bed and show her she
could fuck her better than Reese Witherspoon ever could.

"I came here to be with you!" Jennifer finally declared, for no reason
other than to try and get the sexual images out of her head for a second.
She was trying to stay mad, not get wet.  "I thought we were doing this
together!"

"But...we are together," Jessica claimed.  "I care about you so much Jen.
I wanted to show you off to everyone.  I don't know why you're acting like
this."

"I thought it would be like you and me...and then everyone else," Jennifer
admitted, feeling better the more she got off her chest.  "Like we'd be a
team in there.  I wanted you to be with me.  Like we'd come in together and
go out together...you know?"

"Oh Jen...I'm sorry," Jessica replied from the heart, finally grasping what
Jennifer was getting at.  "I didn't mean to hurt you.  I'd never want to do
that!  I love being with you...but we're not like a couple.  Is that what
you thought?"

"Yes," Jennifer said in a whisper, tears starting to form again before she
wiped them away and swallowed her sadness down.  "I mean...no...I mean...I
don't know.  God, I feel like such a stupid little girl.  I just
thought..."

"Please Jen...don't go," Jessica urged, standing up and hugging her friend.
Jennifer didn't react, but she didn't push Jessica away either.  "I want to
be with you.  But I don't want to be anyone's girlfriend right now.  Not
for a man or a woman.  I just want to have fun.  I want you to have fun
with me.  I don't want to stop being with you for anything.  We're so good
together, but it's just like friends...special friends."

"Yeah..." Jennifer sighed.  "I just thought..."

Jennifer's words trailed off as she didn't even attempt to finish her own
thought.  She didn't even know what she thought anymore.  Maybe she was
just being jealous and silly.  Jessica had all those friends at that
mansion.  Jennifer hadn't really thought they were up at nights playing
cards games.

"Please stay," Jessica begged, hugging Jennifer tightly.  "I want us to
have fun.  You have no idea how wild it can get with these girls.  It's
like every fantasy you ever had can come true.  It's so hot.  Believe me.
You're going to love it.  Please don't go Jen.  Please say you're not mad
at me."

"I'll stay," Jennifer replied after a moment of silent thought.  "But I'm
still mad."

But was she really?  Jennifer didn't even know.  Jessica's points did make
sense.  But she was just feeling too emotional to completely forgive and
forget.

"No...don't be mad," Jessica said, gently caressing Jennifer's face.  "I
want us to be close.  Just not girlfriends.  I want us to have fun
together.  We can be a team in there, if that's what you want.  I don't
want to hurt you Jennifer.  You mean so much to me."

"No, we don't have to if you don't want," Jennifer responded, trying to
swallow all of her emotions.  "Maybe we just need a little time apart or
something.  I just...I just thought we had something different.  But it's
cool.  I can deal with it...no problem.  You should just get down there.
I'll be down there in a little while."

"Promise?" Jessica pressed.  "I don't want you to not be there.  I meant
what I said, Jen.  You're so important to me."

"Yeah I promise," Jennifer claimed.  "It's ok Jess...really.  You should
go.  They're probably waiting for you."

"Ok...but please don't be long," Jessica said, still debating whether or
not she should actually go.  "I want you to be there with me."

"I will," Jennifer promised.  Jessica gave her another hug and then walked
out of the room, closing the door on Jennifer.  The actress then fell back
to the bed and buried her face in her pillow.  This time the tears came and
she didn't do anything to stop them.

* * * * * * * *

The taxi pulled up to the resort and puttered to a stop.  The door opened
and Natalie Portman spilled out.  God, that driver must have hit every bump
in the road since leaving the airport.  Natalie's ass was sore from the
bumps and she was feeling a little carsick.

"Thanks," Natalie said, tipping the driver anyway.  She would have felt bad
about not tipping even though the driver really hadn't deserved one.  Damn
conscience...you never could get rid of it, especially when it was most
inconvenient to have.

Natalie just wanted to get up to her room and lie down, at least until her
stomach stopped flip-flopping inside her.  Of course, deep down Natalie
knew that the stomach butterflies she was having weren't just from the
drive.  Looking at the resort entrance right before her, Natalie asked
herself for the hundredth time that hour what it was she was doing here.

This was crazy.  This was no casual girl-girl encounter.  This was no
seduction.  This wasn't even what she and Britney had done in that changing
room.  This was way beyond anything she had ever done in her whole life.
It was crazy.  That was what it was...craziness.  And it wasn't who she
was.

But every time Natalie had had that thought, she had reminded herself that
no one had forced her to come on the plane to Jamaica.  Just as no one had
forced her to respond to Kirsten Dunst the way she had in the back of that
limo...or Jennifer and Jessica in that club...or Britney in the changing
room...or innocent little Hilary Duff at the mansion.

Just thinking back to those times got Natalie wet and it pushed her
forward.  She had been wrestling for so long with these desires inside her.
She couldn't even call them "new" anymore.  It now seemed like she had been
lusting after girls forever.  What she had done with Britney and then done
with all her friends in Malibu had cemented it.

Natalie had loved what she had done.  It had turned her on and made her
come so hard, so many times.  It was useless to pretend that she was some
innocent girl who had been seduced time and time again.  She had been
willing and eager to do everything that she had done in that mansion.

That had included licking Hilary's underage pussy right after Avril Lavigne
had fucked her raw.  Hilary's sex had been so tender, but the teen had
loved the feel of her tongue and had rewarded her with a creamy orgasm that
Natalie had wantonly swallowed and savored every drop of.

But even though Natalie wasn't trying to pretend that she didn't love this
anymore, she still didn't know if she was ready to announce to the world
that she was into girls now.  And wasn't that what she had been doing here?
It had seemed crowded when she had visited the mansion, but this was so
beyond that.  This was the big leagues and Natalie felt like she should
still be playing in the minors.

Ohhhhhhh but just thinking of that word had her lusting after Hilary again
and Natalie couldn't help but smile.

It had been so good.  Being at the mansion that night had been such a wild,
uninhibited time for Natalie and she longed for it again.  Why was she
talking herself out of this?  Why was she preventing herself from letting
go and having some fun?  She had to do this.  She couldn't chicken out.
The party had sounded so good and she had come so far.  There couldn't be
any turning back.

Natalie took a deep breath and tried to calm her butterflies down to just
regular carsickness as she walked into a Hedonism for the first time in her
life.  But just as she began walking toward the entrance, another cab
pulled up and Natalie froze at the sight of the occupant.

While trying not to let her jaw drop down to the ground, Natalie watched in
amazement as the door opened and Beyonce Knowles got out.  Natalie felt
like she surely had to be seeing things.  But she wasn't wrong.  Under the
sunglasses and baseball cap that every celebrity seemed to use when trying
to be incognito, Natalie knew it was Beyonce.

Beyonce exited the cab and paid the driver, pushing her sunglasses down
past her eyes and darting them around nervously.  Did anyone see her?  Did
anyone recognize her?  She didn't see anyone, but Beyonce knew to get
inside and not press her luck.

This was so risky.  She had used every lie she could possibly think of to
escape for the weekend without Shawn following her.  She couldn't even
remember which story she had used to finally convince him.

Beyonce had been so paranoid that she had almost turned around her journey
several times because she had been convinced that Shawn had sent someone to
follow her.  There had never been any proof of that and Beyonce had been
able to overcome her own fears and continue.

Any rational person wouldn't have done this, Beyonce thought, but then
again her brain wasn't in control right now.  Beyonce was following her
heart to a degree...but for the most part she was under the control of her
own sex drive.  She needed this.  She needed this maybe more than she had
ever needed anything.  What she and Jewel had done in that hotel room had
opened Beyonce's mind to what true sexual pleasure could really be.  The
phone call the other morning had just hammered that home.

Being with Jewel had been more pleasure than she had ever felt.  And the
idea of taking that pleasure and multiplying it by the dozens was not
something Beyonce could deny herself, no matter how paranoid she was about
Shawn.  She needed this.  Now if she could only get inside and into safe
company without being recognized.

But that proved to be quite impossible when Beyonce took a few steps up
towards the entrance and found herself staring right at a gawking woman.
It was useless to pretend she hadn't been recognized and Beyonce was too
scared to even see who it was that had spotted her.  It was only after an
awkward moment of staring at each other that Beyonce realized who this girl
was.

"Ummmmm hey...Natalie..." Beyonce offered nervously, her eyes darting
around again.  Had Shawn hired Natalie to spy on her?  No...that was
ridiculous.  Wasn't it?

"Yeahhh...hey Beyonce..." Natalie replied sheepishly, not sure what to say.
Part of her wanted to just bolt in the opposite direction and hope that
Beyonce wouldn't run off to the tabloids with the tales of "Natalie
Portman's Secret Dyke Lifestyle."

"Soooo...what brings you here?" Beyonce asked, the two woman frozen to
their spots by the entrance.

"You know...stuff..." Natalie answered.  "You?"

"Me too..." Beyonce quickly replied.  "Stuff...yeah...stuff..."

There was another awkward silence and stare before Natalie spoke up again.

"Ummmm are you uhhhh...here for the same stuff, I am?" Natalie inquired,
her mind unable to stop from picturing a vision of Beyonce Knowles naked
and spread open for her tongue.

"Maybe...depends on what...stuff you're talking about," Beyonce coyly said,
starting to relax just a little.  She was having the same thoughts about
Natalie, thinking about how cute she might look naked and what she could do
with her lithe body.  But she didn't want to admit to anything, especially
if it was a coincidence that Natalie was here or if this was some kind of
trap.

"Welllllll...I'm here for stuff at a party," Natalie began, her voice still
a little skittish, but getting calmer.  "A party for Sarah Michelle
Gellar...and I..."

"Me too!" Beyonce interrupted, a little more eagerly than she had intended.
"I mean...yeah, that's the same stuff I'm here for."

"Maybe we should just go inside then," Natalie offered.  Beyonce nodded her
head and they walked toward the entrance.  Neither of them really wanted to
be recognized again, but that proved to be impossible as soon as they
entered the lobby.

"Oh my God!"  a girl voice squealed.  "Natalie!"

Natalie whirled around and immediately found herself enveloped in an
excited hug.

"I can't believe it!" Kirsten gasped in happiness.  "I didn't know you were
invited too!  This is incredible!"

Beyonce just watched in amazement as the bikini-clad blonde hugged Natalie
tightly.  Natalie smiled at this very welcome surprise and hugged Kirsten
back like the long-lost girlfriends they sort of were.  They were both
tempted to kiss right there in the lobby, but they held on enough to resist
the urge.

"I didn't know you were coming either," Natalie laughed.  She didn't mind
being recognized this time.  She was so happy to see Kirsten again.  She
was still nervous enough that any friend she had in the room was a very
good thing.

"Well Eliza got invited and I guess I'm her date," Kirsten said with an
excited giggle.  This was going to be amazing.  She couldn't believe
Natalie was here too and...oh my God...Beyonce Knowles was with her.

"Britney Spears invited me," Natalie admitted, getting surprised looks from
both Kirsten and Beyonce.  Neither of them knew Britney was into girls, but
they also knew Natalie wouldn't be lying about this.

"Jewel invited me," Beyonce said.  Since everyone else was confessing, she
might as well too.  Besides, any paranoia she had was disappearing under
the growing lust to see Kirsten Dunst out of the bikini that was clinging
to her body.

"Whoa..." Kirsten said.  "I didn't know she was coming either.  God, I feel
like this is some endless guest list or something.  This is just going to
be incredible and I..."

But before Kirsten could continue, Beyonce's paranoia appeared again with
friends.  She grabbed Kirsten and Natalie by the hands and yanked them down
behind a couch in the lobby.  She pulled both girls to the ground, hiding
all three of them from sight.

"What...what is it?" Natalie asked.

"Shit!  It's the press!" Beyonce gasped in horror.  This was her nightmare
come true.  She could see the headlines now.  "Tonight on Entertainment
Tonight, what's Beyonce up to behind Jay-Z's back?"

"Where?  Where?" Kirsten asked, her voice getting panicky too.  She wasn't
ashamed of anything she did with Eliza, but that didn't mean the whole
world needed to know about it.

"Right there," Beyonce said, pointing at the check in desk.  All three
girls watched in silence as Maria Menounos from Entertainment Tonight
walked up to the desk and talked to the desk clerk.  The clerk pointed
Maria in the direction of the ballroom and she smiled and walked toward it.

"Oh my God...she's headed right there," Kirsten gasped.  "She's going to
see everything!  We're toast!"

But it was then that something occurred to Natalie.

"Hey wait...where's her camera?" Natalie wondered, everyone's voice a
whisper as the three celebrities cowered behind the couch.

"Huh?  What do you mean?" Beyonce asked.

"I mean if she's here as a reporter, then how come she didn't bring a
camera or anything," Natalie said.  "I mean, she's not going to just stare
at everyone and then talk about it on television.  She'd get fired! Maybe
she's not here as a reporter.  If I was a reporter, then I'd make sure I
always had my camera with me."

"You think...maybe she's here for the party?" Kirsten speculated.  "Like
she's a guest too?"

"Maybe," Natalie offered.  "It's just a theory.  But maybe she's not here
to expose us.  Maybe she's here for the same reason we are."

"God, that would be so hot," Kirsten moaned.  She'd sent many a lustful
stare Maria's way before when watching her on television, but she'd never
thought she'd be into something like this.  Now just thinking she might be
here to join in the party had Kirsten's nerves disappearing and her pussy
tingling with desire under her bikini bottoms.

"But what if she's not?" Beyonce countered.  "What if she's got a camera
hidden in her bag or something?"

"Then we really are toast...all of us," Natalie admitted.  "But I kind of
think she's really here for the fun."

"How can we prove that she is or she isn't?" Beyonce asked.

"I guess if her clothes come off inside then she's one of us..." Kirsten
surmised.  "I mean it would be hard for her to bust us if she's playing
too."

"It's so risky," Beyonce said. "Should we go in and see?  I mean I don't
want to get caught, but I can't pass this party up.  Can you guys?"

Natalie and Kirsten didn't even have to think before answering.  They went
right with their instincts.

"No way!" Kirsten declared, standing up from behind the couch.  "I'm not
missing this for anything!"

"Me neither," Natalie said as she also got up.  This really was crazy, but
Natalie knew that if she walked away now she would regret it for the rest
of her life.

"Yeah," Beyonce added, standing up to join her new friends, and pulling out
a resolve she didn't know she had inside herself.  "Let's just go in.  Fuck
the consequences."

* * * * * * * *

Whatever concerns Beyonce, Kirsten and Natalie had about her presence
there, they were nothing compared to the ones Maria felt about herself.
She couldn't even make it to the ballroom.  She had to stop and run to the
ladies room and splash some cold water on her face.

"Maria, girl what are you doing?" the reporter asked herself as she stared
into the mirror.  She knew just what she was doing though.  She was going
against every bit of training she had ever had and every journalistic
instinct in her body.

She knew she just worked for "Entertainment Tonight", but Maria considered
herself to be a real reporter.  Just because she was doing entertainment
news now didn't mean she couldn't be working at CNN someday.  Journalistic
integrity was journalistic integrity, no matter where it was.  But if that
was true, then why was she doing what she was doing?

She had the biggest story of her life.  Yes, it was just a celebrity story,
but it was still the biggest story of her life.  She knew that Hollywood's
most beautiful women were all lovers.  If she had broken it, it would have
been global news and it could have been the key to jumping from ET to doing
real news.

But yet, she was doing nothing with it.  She wasn't reporting the truth.
She was keeping it a secret.  She was going against everything she had ever
known about being a journalist.  She had allowed herself to be bought off.
She was ignoring the story in exchange for the chance to join in the
pleasure.

But what pleasure it was.  Every time Maria had doubted her decision to
look the other way, she remembered how good Britney and Christina had made
her feel that magical afternoon on the set of their video.

They had made her come harder than any boyfriend ever had and all she had
wanted was more.  She had returned to the van that day, smiling dreamily,
her brain completely cum drunk from everything those two girls had done to
her.  Nothing had ever made her feel like that before and in return for it,
she had sold her journalistic soul.

When Christina had called her days later and told her about the party,
Maria's first instinct had been to turn it into a story.  She had been
trained to betray this confidence and expose what was really going on.

But she couldn't.  She just couldn't go to her bosses and fess up about the
story.  It would have been so easy to leave her own involvement out of it,
but she couldn't do it.

And it wasn't even for any high-minded reason.  She liked Britney and
Christina, but they weren't close friends or anything.  Maria only did it
because she didn't want to lose her invitation.  She just wanted to go and
indulge in the lust she felt for Britney and Christina and all their
friends.

Maria didn't even know who was coming to this party, other than a select
few, but she knew she was going to want to fuck them all and have them fuck
her right back.  She had been dripping wet with anticipation since
Christina had invited her.  No one from the show knew she was here or what
she knew about what was going on and that was the way it was going to stay.

That left Maria wrestling with the guilt about her choice.  She had chosen
her sex life over her profession.  Had it been the right choice?  Had she
been smart to think with her pussy and not her brain?  Maria found herself
pondering these same questions again and again and, as she walked out of
the ladies room and toward the ballroom they were getting louder and more
demanding in her head.

As she reached the doors she asked herself again...had she done the right
thing?  The answer to that was plain as soon as she looked inside and saw
Britney and Christina standing naked and talking to Alyson Hannigan,
Michelle Trachtenberg, Eliza Dushku and a bunch of other Buffy actresses as
Alyssa Milano walked over from the other side of the room holding Jessica
Biel's hand.  It was simply the most beautiful collection of women Maria
had ever seen in her life.

Yes...she absolutely had done the right thing.

* * * * * * * *

"Aren't you going to give me any hints about what this party's all about?"
Lindsay Lohan asked as the cab continued on its way to the resort.

"No, it's a secret," Hilary Duff playfully insisted.

"C'mon Hilary, you've got to give me some kind of clue," Lindsay pressed.
"I mean you call me up out of the blue like you did last night and invited
me, which was totally cool, but you've got to tell me where we're going!
We're in Jamaica for God's sake!  What kind of party is this?"

"You'll see," Hilary giggled, before quoting her newest song.  "My lips are
sealed."

Lindsay rolled her eyes a little over Hilary's coyness.  Her need to know
what the hell was going on was growing with every second.  Lindsay didn't
like all this mystery.  She didn't hate surprises, but she liked having at
least a little idea of what she was getting involved with before she did
it.  She had no clue here.  Hilary's invitation had been so vague and this
morning when the blonde had called up to tell her that they were flying out
of L.A. and to bring a swimsuit, the mystery had deepened.

At least she was in Jamaica.  Lindsay could think of far worse places to be
involved in a mystery.  This place had it all.  Warm sun, the beach and,
most importantly, a drinking age of 18.  That was all Lindsay needed to
have a good time.  She loved parties and had been to all kinds of them.  So
the idea of a weekend long bash wasn't odd, especially with the prospect of
an open bar.

Lindsay was actually surprised that Hilary was doing this.  Putting aside
all the tabloid silliness, Lindsay had never thought her rival was a mean
person or anything.  She just seemed too sheltered and on too short a leash
from her mommy.  But here she was flying to Jamaica and going off to this
hotel.  It didn't seem like something Hilary would do and that just made
Lindsay more curious about what was going on here, especially since she
knew the place they were going and they didn't exactly cater to the PG
crowd.

"Hey Hilary...one thing," Lindsay began.  "I did a Google search this
morning on the place you told me we were staying for the weekend and
well...I don't know if you know this...but Hedonism's like this big sex
resort.  It's got nude beaches and stuff like that.  Are you sure this is
the kind of party for you?"

"Oh I know that already," Hilary, said dismissing Lindsay's point with a
wave of her hand, but not losing her sunny smile.  "This is totally going
to be awesome Lindsay.  Isn't it a wild place?  I can't wait to get there."

"It just doesn't seem like the kind of place you would go...you know,"
Lindsay pointed out, trying to be polite.  She had never been to a place
like this either, but she was certainly more acquainted with wild parties
than Hilary was.

Lindsay didn't think she'd be doing anything crazy like going down to the
nude beach or anything, but she was ready for some fun.  Hilary seemed more
the "pin the tail on the donkey" type of party girl.

"That was the old Hilary," the teen superstar grinned as the cab pulled up
to the front of the resort.  "She's gone forever and the new Hilary loves
to have fun...lots and lots of fun."

Hilary leaned in so close to Lindsay when she said that that the redhead
thought she was going to kiss her or something.  When Hilary pulled away
and hopped out of the cab, Lindsay was left scratching her head.  She had
no idea what was going on here, but she was dying to find out.

* * * * * * * *

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm this feels soooooooooo good," Elisha Cuthbert moaned.  "God,
Camie I had no idea it could be this good.  Mmmmm go a little bit
lower...please...ohhhhhh yesssss..."

Cameron Diaz grinned as her friend moaned from the backrub she was giving
her.  The long flight from Vancouver and cab ride over had left them both a
little sore, but Elisha had seemed to be in serious need of some massaging.
So they were both in her room at the hotel and Elisha was lying flat on her
back as the older actress worked the kinks out of her back.

"I picked up a few tricks here and there," Cameron slyly replied.  "Besides
if friends can't give each other backrubs, then what good are they?"

"Well you're going to...oooooh that's soooooo goooooood...going to be a
friend for life," Elisha groaned.  "I wish Trace was this good.  God, if
Justin gives backrubs this good, then I'm gonna dump my man and go after
yours."

"Believe me, this isn't Justin's specialty either," Cameron stated.  "In
fact he could use a few lessons about touching a woman."

"Oooooh catty, I won't go there..." Elisha giggled against the pillow.
"But if he does get those lessons, maybe he can pass those tips along to
Trace."

That's not all he's passing along to Trace, Cameron thought to herself
while continuing Elisha's backrub.  She didn't say anything to her friend
though.  She didn't want to interfere in their relationship...at least any
more than she already had by inviting her here.  It was funny to think that
she was holding onto this secret while she was attempting to seduce Elisha,
but Cameron felt she should find out the truth about Justin and Trace on
her own, like she had.

  "God...I'm so glad I could come along," Elisha happily sighed as she felt
her muscles relax and the tension disappear.  "Jamaica kicks Vancouver's
ass anytime.  You sure it's cool with your friends if I tag along to the
party?"

"They practically told me that they'd disinvite me if you didn't," Cameron
replied.  The news that Elisha wanted to come was greeted with giddiness
from everyone Cameron had talked to and it was easy to see why.  Elisha was
absolutely gorgeous and the prospect of getting her into a pile of pussy
hungry girls was too hot to pass up.

"Well as long as they don't expect me to go down to those beaches, then
this is gonna be a great weekend," Elisha said.

"What's the matter Heesh?  Afraid to show those goodies off on the beach?"
Cameron teased.

"Yeah right...the day I go to a nude beach will be the day hell freezes
over," Elisha laughed.  "The last thing I need is a punch of paparazzi
getting pictures of me with my tits hanging free.  I mean who gets
themselves caught in a dumb situation like that?"

Cameron stopped rubbing her back and Elisha suddenly realized she had taken
her foot and shoved it right into her mouth.

"Oh God, Camie...I'm sorry...shit I wasn't thinking," Elisha sputtered.  "I
didn't mean it."

"Nahhh it's cool," Cameron shrugged.  "I know you didn't mean anything."

Cameron wasn't mad at Elisha in the slightest.  She was more mad at herself
once again for allowing this shit to happen.  The scandal surrounding her
topless modeling video was her fault.  She hadn't done enough to block it
and had assumed that stopping the still photographs was enough.  She had
forgotten about the video camera there.  Now the video was already on the
net and everyone with file sharing could see her tits.

"Really, I'm sorry Camie," Elisha insisted.  "Some times I can be such a
dumbass."

"No...it's ok," Cameron said before hopping off the bed.  "Really.  Don't
sweat it Elisha.  Let's just talk about something else."

"Ok," Elisha replied.  "So what about this party?  Do we just show up
dressed like this or do we have to put a shirt on or something?  How casual
is casual?"

After arrival, Elisha and Cameron had gone straight to their rooms with the
intention of changing into their bikinis and heading right to the resort's
non-nude beach.  But they had gotten sidetracked with backrubs and girl
talk.  Now it was getting close to party time.

"I think this is cool," Cameron speculated, taking another opportunity to
admire Elisha's body in the golden yellow bikini she wore.  It wasn't too
flesh baring, but it did push up her beautiful firm breasts and had made it
so hard for Cameron to resist the temptation of slipping her fingers inside
the suit while giving the girl her backrub.

"Great, I don't feel like changing again," Elisha smiled.  "I like it when
casual means casual.  Of course at this place, I'm beginning to think that
means full frontal nudity.  I still can't believe they picked this place to
have a bachelorette party.  It's so damn weird."

"Oh well, as long as it's fun, I didn't care where the party is," Cameron
said.  She was dressed in a navy blue bikini with string tied bottoms.
There wasn't much any suit could do to give her much cleavage, but Cameron
had never minded her small breasts and she liked how she looked in this
suit.  Of course, she wasn't planning on wearing it long and could only
hope that Elisha would react to the party's true nature by yanking off her
own suit and joining in the fun.

She really had no idea how her friend was going to react, but Cameron was
hopeful that even if Elisha was resistant, she could be convinced.
Whatever the outcome would be, Cameron knew she was going to find out soon.
It was just about party time.

"C'mon let's head down," Cameron said to Elisha.  "The guest of honor
should be here any minute now."

* * * * * * * *

Back in Los Angles, Jenna felt like she was in hell and it was one of those
hells of her own making that were such a bitch to get out of.  Jenna sat
naked on her bed, staring at the videotape she was supposed to send to
Christina.  Jenna had no illusions about what this tape would do to Mandy's
career.  It would completely destroy it.  Before she might have been able
to look the other way over that, but now that she had gotten to really know
Mandy she just couldn't.

There had been a lot of sex with Mandy over these past weeks and it was
always good.  Sometimes it was Mandy begging for Jenna or her friends to
dominate her and strip her away of all control.

But other times it was just the two of them...two women making love, who
knew just how to touch the other to make her feel good.  And in between all
of that, Jenna felt like she had formed a real connection with Mandy.  They
had talked about their families and shared their hopes and dreams and plans
for their futures.

Jenna just couldn't stand by and watch her career go down in flames because
of this videotape.  She couldn't be that cruel to Mandy.  Christina was
right.  She probably would agree to their demands.  But what if she didn't?
What if the tape got released somehow anyway?  Jenna knew the guilt would
have been unbearable.

The shower was running in her bathroom and Jenna could hear the sounds of
Mandy's sweet voice singing inside it.  She couldn't do this.  She couldn't
hurt this girl.  But Jenna also didn't want to hurt Christina either.  If
only there was a way to make it all work somehow.  There just had to be.

Then suddenly it came to her!  She knew just what to do!  It was
crazy...absolutely fucking nuts.  But it was a hell of a lot better than
the options she currently faced.

Jenna ran naked into the bathroom and pulled Mandy from the shower.

"Hey!  What's going on?" the dripping wet singer asked.

"Mandy, do you trust me?" Jenna asked and Mandy immediately nodded her
head.  She did trust Jenna, absolutely and completely.  After all they had
done together she had to.

"Ok, we have to go...we have to go right now and get on a plane," Jenna
explained.  "But first I'm going to tell you something and I just hope
you're not going to hate me when I'm finished."

* * * * * * * *

As she changed in her hotel room, Amber Benson kept wondering the same
question over and over again.  What had Alyson been thinking?  This place
was so...well it was so sexual.  You couldn't get around that.  It seemed
like everyone there was ready to just tear their clothes off and go at each
other.  In fact nobody seemed to be bothering with clothes at all there.
All in all, it was a very strange place to have a party.

It wasn't the sexual thing that was throwing Amber.  Well it was...but it
wasn't that she was offended or anything.  She just wondered why Alyson had
picked this place of all of them out there.  She didn't mind the sex.
Amber knew that a lot of people out there considered her this mousy, quiet
girl because she was best known as Tara from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, but
that wasn't who she was.

She wasn't some wild child or anything, but neither was she a dowdy virgin
in baggy clothes.  So that fact that this party was at a sex resort didn't
throw Amber.  She'd never been to a place like this, but she'd done a few
wild things in her day and she was no stranger to exploring sexuality.  She
just felt like there was something going on here that she didn't know
about.

Alyson just didn't seem like the type of person who would have a party at a
place like Hedonism.  Amber knew her friend had a wild side too, but this
place was above and beyond wild.  They'd invited Michelle along for God's
sake and she was just a kid.

Amber knew she was 18 and technically was no kid, but she had known
Michelle for years now since she was just breaking into womanhood and Amber
guessed she would always kind of think of her like that and not as a
teenager.  A supple...fully legal...teenager with firm breasts and an ass
that...

Amber suddenly grabbed a hold of her thoughts and put the brakes on before
she drifted too far into where she didn't want to go.  Michelle had
developed into a beautiful young woman, but Amber couldn't bring herself to
even think those thoughts about her.  It wasn't right.  That had to be part
of the reason she was so jumpy about all this.  Being in this atmosphere
wasn't helping her keep her thoughts clean.

"Think unsexy thoughts...think unsexy thoughts," Amber whispered out loud,
giggling over her Simpsons reference.

Of course it would have been easier for her to be thinking unsexy thoughts
if she hadn't been standing stark naked by her bed in the room.  After
saying hi to Aly downstairs, Amber had gone up for a quick shower to wash
the trip grime off and to change into her swimsuit.  She had showered, but
hadn't managed quite to get dressed yet.  Amber was about to open her
suitcase and pull out her suit when she heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Amber asked, grabbing the room's complimentary robe and
slipping it over her nude body.

"It's Emma," Amber's former co-star said from the other end of the door.  A
wide smile crossed Amber's face and she opened the door to her friend.
Emma Caulfield strode into the room and it took less than a nanosecond
after the door closed behind her before she and Amber were locked in a
passionate kiss.

The two girls frantically French kissed each other, caressing each other's
faces as if they were lovers who hadn't seen each other in years.  Their
needy moans disappeared into each other's mouth and when the kiss was
finally broken, both girls were gasping for breath.

"Holy fuck...I've been wanting to do that ever since we got on the plane
this morning," Emma grinned as she attempted to catch her breath.

"So was I worth the wait?" Amber winked, her smile only growing.

"C'mere and let me show you," Emma demanded and the two girls began kissing
again. Their hands got busy this time as well and Emma let them slip inside
Amber's soft, white robe.  She opened the fluffy robe and delighted at the
naked girl flesh she found underneath.

"Tell me you're wearing this to the party...please tell me that," Emma
excitedly gasped as she gawked at what the open robe revealed.

"You wish," Amber grinned before letting the robe drop off her shoulders so
she could resume getting dressed.

"I do wish...then everyone would see what I get to fuck every night," Emma
declared lustfully before slapping Amber's bare ass when she leaned over to
pull out her suit.

"God, they'd all freak if they knew what we'd been doing," Amber couldn't
help but giggle.  "Especially Sarah.  If they knew their jaws would be on
the floor."

"Don't be so sure," Emma said, helping herself to a spot on the bed and
laying down as she watched Amber change into her bikini.  "I used to get a
bit of a girl loving vibe off Alyson when you were doing those kissing
scenes.  Plus you know Eliza's gotta be dyking it out.  I mean have you
ever seen her with a boyfriend?"

"I'll grant you Eliza," Amber said while pulling on her top and making sure
she gave her ass enough of a shake to arouse her staring lover.  "But no
way with Aly.  She's completely straight.  She was always holding back.  If
she was into girls, then I'd know it."

"Well you might be surprised," Emma said, continuing to lounge as Amber
pulled on her bottoms.  "After all you didn't know I was into girls until
we were nearly three fourths done with that bottle of wine.  So hey, maybe
this weekend you can get Aly alone and see if she was really holding back
or your gaydar is just busted.  Meanwhile I'll be working on little
Michelle."

"Don't you dare," Amber warned.  "She's just a kid."

"Oh shut up," Emma laughed.  "She's no kid.  You know it and I know it."

"I'm not saying anything," Amber grumbled.

"You might not, but I'll bet your other set of lips is talking loud and
clear," Emma teased.  "Mmmmm I'll bet they're getting nice and wet thinking
about that tight teen body.  Oooooh I wonder if we can get the whole cast
together and bang that little slut and make her a real woman."

"I'm not listening!!!" Amber said covering her ears and starting to sing.
"Lalalalalalalah!"

"Ok..ok...I'll stop," Emma said, pulling herself off the bed, dressed in a
white bikini.  She knew if she got it wet, it was probably going to turn
see through real fast, but she didn't mind.  She had never been shy about
showing off and what fun was a bachelorette party if you didn't get a
little wild.

"Want to head down?" Amber asked. "And when I say down I mean downstairs
and not down on your knees."

"Spoilsport," Emma giggled as she studied her lover in her rainbow-striped
bikini.  It didn't show off nearly enough flesh for Emma's taste, but it
did heft up Amber's already large breasts. Damn if only everyone could see
how hot Amber was.  Those costumes on Buffy had left everyone thinking she
was some wallflower but Emma knew first hand what a sexy bitch she really
was.

"Let's go," Amber said, taking Emma's hand.  "Sarah will be here soon.
Behave when we're down there and I promise once we get back up to the room
I'll fuck your brains out.  Sound good?"

"Oh it sounds very good," Emma replied, kissing Amber once more.  "This is
going to be one party I can't wait to escape from."

* * * * * * * *

"Hey Hilary, hold up a second?  Ok?" Lindsay said breathlessly as she
grabbed her companion's arm.  Hilary had been practically tugging her
around the ballroom, introducing her to everyone.  Lindsay was certainly
impressed with who was on the guest list, but she had one question.

"Huh?  What's up?" Hilary asked. She had wanted everyone at the party to
see that she was cool enough to be on the guest list and that she had
brought her friend along for the ride.  Seeing the impressed looks on
Britney and Christina's faces when she had showed Lindsay off to them
nearly had made her come in her bikini.

"Well it's just that...where are all the guys?" Lindsay asked.  "I thought
there were going to be some guys here."

"Nope, no boys allowed...it's girls only," Hilary giggled with a wink that
left Lindsay scratching her head.  What kind of party was this?

Lindsay was boyfriend free at the moment and she had been hoping she might
hook up this weekend.  She hadn't worn her favorite bikini, a sky blue
number that showed off as much leg and breast as was legal on American
beaches, just to hang out with a bunch of girls.  She wanted to be
somewhere where people were staring at her and wondering what it was going
to take to get into her pants.

She didn't consider herself a slut or anything.  Lindsay had only had sex
with three guys so how could she be?  But she liked showing off her body.
Adolescence had given way to curvy growth spurt and Lindsay secretly
enjoyed all the speculation around her breasts and whether they were real
or not.  Lindsay liked knowing that people were staring at her and she took
the speculation as barely concealed lust from people who were never going
to have a shot with her.

Lindsay liked to get crazy and do some wild things, but she didn't give
herself up for just anyone.  So she decided to let people talk and
speculate as much as they wanted about her boobs and whom she was showing
them to.  She was just going to go out and have fun.

Despite her disappointment over the lack of boys, Lindsay did think that
this party looked pretty cool.  There were an awful lot of people there
that Lindsay admired and that she wanted to hang out with.  She had just
seen Charlize Theron walk into the room with Katie Holmes and she'd already
seen Shakira, Gwen Stefani, Alyssa Milano and even Beyonce Knowles.  And of
course she'd seen Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera...a whole lot of
Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera.

Lindsay never minded showing off what God gave her, but she had been
shocked to see Christina and Britney so bold as to be standing around in
front of everyone stark naked.  They must have really gotten into the
spirit of the place or something, Lindsay thought to herself with a shrug.

It was certainly weird and she had seen a lot more of them than she had
ever expected to, or really wanted to, see.  But it wasn't like they
weren't beautiful.  Lindsay had decided not to say anything and just go
with the flow.  But it had been a little surprising to see Hilary not freak
out at all.  She had even seemed like she really liked what she saw.  Which
left Lindsay wondering again what kind of party was this supposed to be?

* * * * * * * *

That was exactly the question that was going through Michelle
Trachtenberg's head as she walked up to Alyson.  She felt kind of weird
walking around in her purple bikini.  Even when she went to the beach she
usually had shorts and a sweatshirt on when she was just walking around.

But everyone else there was either in a bikini or completely naked and
since Michelle had no desire to go that route, then she was going to stay
in her bikini. It felt strange to be wandering around everywhere in it, but
when in Rome...

"Hey Aly," Michelle said, tapping her former co-star on the shoulder.

"Hey Michelle," Alyson smiled happily when she turned to face the teen.
"What's up?  Having fun?"

"Yeah, so far," Michelle said.  "But ummm...I get the feeling something's
going on."

"What do you mean?" Alyson asked, eyes darting around nervously.  Had
someone tipped Michelle off to the true aim of the party?  Was she freaked?
Intrigued?  Aroused?

"Well it's like everyone knows something around here...like there's this
big secret no one bothered to tell me," Michelle said with a shrug.  "I
mean it's nothing specific or anything.  But I just feel a little out of
place.  You know?"

"Just relax sweetie, you'll feel fine once the party starts," Alyson
advised Michelle, trying not to stare too hard as she imagined pulling off
that bikini from her former co-star and revealing the teen goodies
underneath.

God, she hoped Michelle wasn't going to freak when the fun really got
started.  It was risky to invite her like this without revealing the truth,
but Alyson felt it was the best way.  She just hoped she wouldn't bolt and
would actually stay and join in the fun.

"When's Sarah going to get here?" Michelle asked, eager to see her
on-screen sister again.

"Should be any minute now," Alyson said, her eyes straining toward the door
and finally seeing the two girls she had been waiting for.

"Finally!" Alyson muttered.  "Excuse me a minute Michelle."

Alyson then ran for the door, where Shannon Elizabeth and Mena Suvari
walked in holding a suitcase with them.  She gave them both a happy, if
slightly nervous hug.

"I was afraid you two weren't going to make it," Alyson declared.

"We almost didn't," Shannon admitted.  "We would have been here a little
earlier if we hadn't gone to change first, but we wanted to be ready for
when the fun started."

Mena and Shannon were wearing matching bikinis.  Mena's was silver and
Shannon's was gold, but both had thong bottoms that had Alyson licking her
lips as she pictured bending them over in front of everyone and giving them
the deep ass fucking they so richly deserved.  It was never easy to stay
mad at her friends, especially when they were so sexy.

"What happened?" Alyson inquired.

"There was this crazy woman on the plane," Mena said shaking her head in
frustration and disbelief.  "She was sitting back in coach and there were
these Syrian guys or something and apparently she went nuts and started
crying because she thought they were going to take over the plane or
something."

"It turned out they were just musicians," Shannon interjected before Mena
continued.

"Yeah and it was really all nothing," Mena said.  "They had to delay the
flight and get air marshals to calm her down.  It was so fucking stupid.  I
thought we never were going to get here.  It took us forever to get in the
air."

"Well I'm just glad you're here now," Alyson said.  "Did you bring the
stuff?"

"Did we ever," Shannon grinned as she placed the suitcase on the floor and
opened it up to expose the contents.

Alyson giggled when she saw what they had.  She kind of felt like she was
in Pulp Fiction and every time they opened the briefcase there was that
golden glow.  There wasn't anything too dramatic in it, but there was a lot
of use they could all get out of a suitcase full of sex toys at this party.

"Perfect," Alyson said before she heard the sound of her cell phone over
the growing din in the room.  It was getting pretty crowded in the ballroom
as almost all of the guests were there, but Alyson knew her ring anywhere.
She ran back toward where she'd left her phone on the bar and grabbed it.

"Hello?" Alyson said.

"Hey, it's Jen," the slightly static filled voice said on the other end.
"We're like two minutes from the hotel.  Get ready."

"We're already set here," Alyson smiled, her pussy tingling as all her
plans prepared to become reality.  "I'll see you in a sec."

Alyson then hung up her phone and turned to address the crowd.  Everyone
was milling around, having some drinks and chatting, but they quickly fell
to silence when Alyson called out for their attention.

"Ok everyone...Sarah's on her way," Alyson announced to the sound of loud
cheers from girls eager for the party to begin.  "We don't want to shock
her right away, so everyone who's naked, get dressed!"

The majority of the girls who had shed their suits already obediently and
slipped some body coverage back on, but Christina groaned in protest.

"Why the fuck should I get dressed when I'm just gonna get naked again when
the party starts?" Christina whined as the few girls who were not in on the
party's secret shared puzzled looks.

"Fine...stay naked," Alyson agreed, not wanting a fight.  Besides, it
wasn't like she didn't enjoy staring at Christina's naked body and Alyson
knew Sarah felt the same way.  "But everyone get ready!  It's almost time!"

* * * * * * * *

"Ok we're here," Sarah declared as the two taxis carrying everyone pulled
up front.  "Are you finally going to tell me what this is all about?"

"Just wait 30 more seconds," Rose replied with a wink, getting another
frustrated groan from Sarah.

"I'm so gonna get you for this Rose," Sarah muttered as she grabbed her
bags from the back and exited the cab along with Love and Rose.  Behind
them Jennifer and Michelle were getting their things from their taxi.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah...you're all talk Sarah," Rose teased causing Sarah to
shoot a hard glare at her.

"Cheer up Sarah...at least you'll find out what's going on in a minute,"
Jennifer chimed in, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah the mystery's gonna end," Love assured her.

"Yeah right," Sarah grumbled.  "You're probably going to lock me in my room
and go off and have an orgy or something."

Rose, Jennifer, Love and Michelle all shared a look with one another, but
they quickly took on innocent faces when Sarah turned around and glared at
them.  Sarah knew something was up here and her growing hope was that it
was going to be a lot of fun.  She had never been to Hedonism, but she
certainly knew about it and she knew full well what went on there.  Now she
was hoping that all her frustration for the past day had been leading up to
something and that there was fun in the air.

"Should we head up to our rooms or should we let Aly know we're here?" Love
asked.

"Aly's here?  My Aly?" Sarah asked, surprised.  Was her best friend the one
who had been behind this torture?

"Yeah, she's here...along with a few others," Rose replied coyly.  "Let's
go say hi.  We can check into our rooms later."

The girls then walked through the lobby and down toward the ballroom.
Everyone but Sarah was trying to hide their excited smiled and giggles of
anticipation over what they knew was in wait for them.  Sarah took the lead
walking down the hall and everyone just stood back behind her.

"Is she in here?" Sarah asked, pointing her thumb at the closed doors to
the ballroom.

"Open it and find out," Rose replied.  Sarah shot her housemate another
look, but did as she was told.  She pushed open the doors and suddenly
found herself facing the force of over 30 girls.

"SURPRISE!!!" everyone screamed out as Sarah yelped in glee.

"Oh my God!!!" Sarah squealed, all the anger of the past 24 hours
disappearing as soon as she saw the party waiting inside for her.  "You
guys didn't?"

"We did," Alyson stepped forward to give Sarah a big, warm hug.  The two
friends hugged tightly and they were just about to press their lips
together when Michelle Trachtenberg stepped forward, putting a quick end to
the budding lesbian display.

"Hey Sarah!" Michelle said eagerly.

"Michelle?  Oh my God, I haven't seen you in so long," Sarah replied,
pulling away from Alyson to embrace the teen.  Sarah wasn't even mad about
having her kiss stopped.  She was just happy to see Michelle again.  It had
been way too long since the fictional sisters had seen each other.

"How you been big sister?" Michelle asked.

"Just fine...how about you little sister?" Sarah asked back, using the
nicknames they had given each other on the Buffy set.

"No complaints, just happy you're here," Michelle replied.  "Now the party
can really get started!"

Sarah quickly shot Alyson a quizzical look, wondering just how much
Michelle knew about things.  Alyson shook her head and Sarah dropped that
train of thought right away.  Now she too was wondering what kind of party
this was.  Ordinarily Sarah would have assumed that at a place like this it
was going to be like one of the mansion parties.  But with someone like
Michelle there, Sarah didn't know.

Of course Sarah didn't have long to think about that.  She was too busy
talking to everyone.  One by one, her former co-stars from Buffy came up to
say hi and Sarah found herself meeting girls like Hilary and Lindsay, who
she hadn't been introduced to before.  There were so many girls there and,
especially in her horny and frustrated state, Sarah wanted them all.  She
desperately hoped that this was going to turn into a fun party, but she was
waiting for a sign...any sign before she made a move.  She didn't want to
make an unwanted advance and end up being humiliated in front of everyone.

But now that Sarah was here, the party really got started.  Everyone was
milling around, laughing and having a good time as they chatted, helped
themselves to what was behind the open bar and enjoyed various snackables
of varying carb levels.  Jennifer, Rose, Love and Michelle had taken the
liberty of checking Sarah into her room and when they came back to the
party in their bikinis things were picking up nicely.

The ballroom was very useful because it was right next to the deck that led
to the main pool.  For a hefty fee the girls had been able to rent it for
the day and close it off from other guests, so it was like their own
private pool.  So everyone was able to swim, dive, giggle and act silly
while the final preparations were being made.  Britney and Christina
quickly took over DJ duties and the party atmosphere spread.  Even those
who weren't intimately knowledgeable about what happened on a daily basis
in Malibu quickly relaxed.

The first hour or so was just to make sure everyone was here and having
fun, but when Jewel came in and whispered in Alyson's ear she smiled and
winked at Rose.  The brunette returned the wink with one of her own and
grabbed a chair from the corner.

Sarah had been so busy talking to everybody and hanging out that she hadn't
had a chance to change into her own bikini.  She didn't mind though.  She
told herself she'd get a chance to go swimming soon.  The party was
actually distracting her from her still unfulfilled arousal, but Sarah
could still feel it inside her.  Maybe she and Aly could sneak away for a
bit and have some fun.  Now that would be a great way to start a party,
Sarah said to herself with a barely stifled smile.

"What?  What'd I say?" Michelle Trachtenberg asked when she saw the grin on
Sarah's face.

"Nothing...I was just daydreaming for a second," Sarah said before she was
suddenly interrupted.

"Take a seat Sarah," Rose said, pushing Sarah down in the chair.

"Huh?  What's going on?" Sarah demanded, still not feeling very happy at
all with Rose.

"It's time for the real party to start," Rose replied as Sarah sat down in
the chair.  They were pretty much in the middle of the room now and Sarah
was the only one sitting down, but she didn't think much of it until she
tried to get up.

"Ohhhh no, you're not going anywhere," Alyson giggled wickedly as she came
up from behind Sarah.  Rose pressed down on Sarah's shoulders to keep her
from getting away and Alyson pulled out two silk scarves from her bag.  She
tied Sarah's wrists to the chair arms, holding them down as the blonde
resisted.

"Aly?  What the hell are you doing?" Sarah asked.  "Let me go."

"Not yet," Alyson replied.  "You can't go anywhere yet.  It's time for the
fun to really start."


TO BE CONTINUED



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