Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2002 12:48:23 EST
From: KMB2476@aol.com
Subject: The Harem: Episode 7 (1/5)

So here it is coming at you with all the subtlety of a Randy Johnson
fastball or a Goldust WWF promo it's another installment of "The Harem."
If you haven't been paying attention to what in fact this series is all
about, I really don't have much to say to you except I weep for future
generations that don't have their fingers on the pulse of pornography.

But since you are interested enough to keep reading I will recap what
happened in the last chapter.  When we last left our heroes, they had
settled quite nicely into their Malibu mansion where they could indulge in
their secret passions. Sarah, Love, Rose and Jennifer welcomed new addition
Jewel to the house and showed her that there's no lesbian loving quite like
celebrity lesbian loving.  Sarah also managed to successfully seduce her
friend Reese Witherspoon, but on a downer note found herself the target of
a sexual harassment suit from a creepy production assistant named Rick that
she had had fired.  Love hired a sexy French maid for the house and
Jennifer found herself striking up a friendship with their next door
neighbors, who happened to be three aimless youths with paranoid
sensibilities and the ability to grow, and sell, kick ass pot.

That's only a brief overview of the plot and it leaves out much of the hot
lesbian fucking.  So if you want more you can find it on my home turf at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/stargazerz

Now there's a little business to take care of before we get to the good
stuff.  First off if you are not familiar with the rather enthusiastic porn
acting style of the lovely Chloe, visit her web site at
http://www.chloexxx.com She's got an excellent free preview section you can
check it out, because it helps if you are familiar with her.  Second, if
you are not aware of the Playboy TV show "Night Calls" then please turn in
your heterosexuality card at the door and leave.  You disgust me.  But if
you don't and require an education, check out Juli and Tiff at
http://www.playboy.com/pbtv-hv/pbtv/nightcalls/ Now that you are all nice
and educated, I can get to the legal mumbo jumbo.  Basically the law says
that if you're under 18 you're not allowed to read this.  That naturally
makes sense because we all know that people under the age of 18 never think
about sex...ever.  So if you're that young, go away.  Perhaps you can go
and buy a gun or something because I think that's legal.  Welcome to
Ashcroft's America.

In another legal note, this story is entirely fictional.  It would be nice
if it was true, but it would also be nice if we were living there at the
mansion.  That's not going to happen, so we content ourselves with fan
fiction.  This is entirely the product of my imagination.

As always credit goes to Ghoulardi for thinking of the idea in the first
place for this story and for being an excellent proofreader and letting me
know when my lines are too corny.  Credit also goes to the eagle eye of
Raziel for letting me spot what I missed.  You don't know his stories yet,
but you will.

Finally...feedback...I need it.  I want it.  I must have it.  This is hard
work people and a kind word or some constructive criticism will make me
know my effort was not wasted.  If I don't get feedback, I'm just gonna
keep talking here folks.  Please send all comments to KMB2476@aol.com

Ok, I think that takes care of that.  Now here's something you'll really
enjoy.


The Harem
Episode 7
"Some Nudity Required"
By KMB

	As it tended to do every day, morning arrived and with it brought
another opportunity for people to become masters and mistresses of the
universe.  People all across the world took the philosophy of carpe diem
and used it to their full advantage.  They were up with the sun, ready to
conquer the world and leave those who opposed them lifeless in their wake.

	By contrast there was the existence of the actress.  While people
worked their way to triple bypass surgery by analyzing every number that
came across early from the Tokyo stock exchange, the biggest concern to
many of the women in this industry was trying not to be late for their call
time or, in many cases, their audition.

	That was certainly true for Love that morning.  She didn't have a
call time to worry about, but hopefully that was going to change after the
audition she was scheduled for.  The audition wasn't until mid-morning so
Love had been able to sleep in and treat herself to a long, hot shower.
Being true to her nature, she hadn't been able to resist taking extra time
to soap up her breasts and to play a little between her legs, but she
slapped her own hand away before she got too far.  She couldn't weaken her
resolve.  Not when she was so close.

	It wasn't like Love to deny herself even a quick round of finger
play, but when she exited the shower she still had a big, satisfied smile
on her face.  After drying herself off, Love grabbed her fluffy sky blue
robe and wrapped it around her body.  She walked back up to her room,
careful not to betray her utter excitement over the possibilities that lay
ahead that day.

	Lately only one thing would have created that kind of happy
anticipation in Love and that was a beautiful girl submitting to her
sapphic desires and letting her do amazing things to her body.  But this
was different.  Today she was focused on her career.  For too long she had
felt as if her acting career was stuck in neutral.  She got a lot of
scripts sent to her, but none of them were very good.  They were either
romantic comedies that were neither romantic nor comedic or more running
away from a hooked killer type roles.  Love knew she could act; she just
wanted to be able to prove herself to the directors who barely ever gave
her a second thought.

	Now she had a chance to do just that.  She was auditioning for
Thomas Paul Henderson.  His last film had been one of the hottest
independent releases of 2000 and now he had studio financing for his second
film.  Love didn't know how her agent had gotten her this audition, but he
had and she had a chance to score a big time role in an edgy production.

	Love had envied the way Sarah, Jennifer and Rose had been able to
have their choice of interesting, complicated roles to play over the years.
She wanted the chance to play different types of characters besides sweet
and innocent girl next-door types.  If she could pull this off then her
career would really be moving forward soon.  Maybe then she'd be able to
show that she was an actress and not just a personality.  Here was a chance
for her to be taken seriously and seen in an adult light.

	She had been practicing for this part all week and she was
confident she knew the character cold.  Love felt such giddy anticipation
about this audition that she was practically walking on air as she returned
to her room.  She was filled with nervous energy because she had done
something she had thought she would never do.  In order to focus on the
part with all her energy, Love had cut herself off from sex.  The character
she was playing was desperate in every sense of the word and Love wanted to
be able to portray that desperation.

For the past three days no temptation her housemates could offer was enough
for Love to give in.  They had all tried, but none had succeeded.  Sarah
had gone as far as to invite Reese Witherspoon back to the house for all of
them to enjoy, but Love hadn't weakened and of course this self-denial had
driven Rose crazy.  She just couldn't understand why any woman would do
that to herself.  She had taken to crawling into bed at night with Love,
but even that, as tempting as that had been, had not caused Love to fall
off the wagon.

To show she was ready for this part, Love wanted to be just as desperate as
the character.  It was her own form of method acting.  It was just like
what Sean Penn did, but then again to Love's eyes he never seemed happy.
It was a hard experiment, but she felt it was worth doing.

	Love had stayed the course through the sea of temptation, even
though it was very tough.  A week without sex might not have seen like a
lot to most people, but to Love it was excruciating.  Here she had all this
beautiful and willing girl flesh around her and she couldn't partake.  She
felt like a dieter being dragged to an all you can eat buffet.  But she
felt like this was going to be worth her sacrifice.  She wanted this part
and if she had to do without sex for a few days then that would have to be
so.

	She still had all this energy coursing through her veins so Love
was in an even gigglier mood than usual.  She felt like dancing a little so
she slid in the first cd she found and cranked up her stereo.  It happened
to be Madonna and, within moments, the sounds of "Ray of Light" were
pumping through Love's room and all over the upstairs of the house.

	As the music really started going past the opening chords and into
the frenzied collection of techno that it was, Love threw off her robe
leaving herself quite naked.  She stepped away from the puddle of
fluffiness her robe had become and began releasing some of that pent up
energy by dancing around her room.  The fact that she was still naked was
absolutely irrelevant.  She wasn't trying to be sexy or tempting.  She was
just having fun.

	Love let the music fill up her senses and move her body.  She
danced over to her drawers and began picking out the clothes she was going
to wear.  Not missing a beat in her dancing, she rooted through her
underwear deciding between sexy and practical.  Deciding that it didn't
matter she chose sexy because it would make her feel more confident.  She
pulled out a sheer black g-string and a matching black bra.  While still
dancing, Love managed to hop into her panties, pulling them up her legs and
loving how the sheer material felt against her skin.

	The bra was pulled on next and it was an odd feeling.  Since she
had moved into the house she had barely worn anything, much less a
restraint of her breasts.  It just seemed to get in the way of fun and,
besides, Love enjoyed going braless, it made her feel more sexy and free.
But today she couldn't risk "Thelma and Louise," as she had once jokingly
called them, overshadowing her, so they were encased.

	Her underwear securely fastened, Love continued shaking her groove
thang to Madonna and moved to her closet.  Should she wear a dress?  A lot
of what she had was too fancy for an audition.  She didn't want to seem too
dressed up, but she also didn't want to seem too casual.  She couldn't
exactly show up in jeans and a sweatshirt.  There had to be a safe middle
ground for her to live with.

	Love felt a shiver go through her body when she went through her
closet and saw The Blouse.  She hadn't worn it in so long but it was the
white blouse she had worn to the audition that day when she and Sarah had
competed for the same part, fought and then begun this wonderful journey
she was on.  Love began to stroke the smooth material of the blouse and
remembered her first kiss with Sarah.  How it had been a desperation move
by Sarah to win the argument that quickly had turned into something so much
more.  When Love closed her eyes, she could still picture them falling to
the floor, Sarah on top, while they pulled away at their clothes in a
frenzied attempt to get naked as soon as possible.

	Seeing the thigh high black skirt she had worn that day right next
to the blouse, Love sighed in ecstasy.  She could remember as clearly as
yesterday how it felt when Sarah had pulled it off of her, making them both
nude and willing.  Love had never been touched by another woman like that
before and now it was all she knew.  So much had changed since the last
time she had worn this outfit and Love felt like it was a sign that it was
time to wear it again.  Things had gone so well the last time she had worn
it, why not go for it again.

	By now Madonna was done flying quicker than a ray of light and was
now talking about perfume candy girls, but Love barely noticed the song
change.  She was lost in the happy memories of how it had started with her
and Sarah and how it had grown into everything they had now.

	"Mmmm Sarah," Love moaned softly aloud.  "I wish you were going to
be there for me today just like you were last time."

	"Well that can be arranged," Love heard a voice behind her say and
she didn't even have to turn around to know that it was Sarah standing in
the doorway of her room.

	"How long have you been watching me?" Love asked in mock anger over
being spied upon.

	"Since about the time you started shaking your booty," Sarah
replied with a smile.  "I didn't mean to spy, but after I opened your door
I couldn't help but watch the show.  Then I heard what you said and
well..."

	"Well what?" Love asked, staring at Sarah and crossing her arms
over her underwear clad body.  "What are you going to do about it?"

	"Me?" Sarah inquired, smiling the whole time.  "I thought you were
the one who didn't like girls anymore, Love."

	"Oh Sarah, you know it's not like that," Love pouted.  "It's just
that this audition, it's all I've been able to think about lately."

	"So would you like to have me along for moral support or for
something else?" Sarah teased.

	"I think you know," Love replied shooting Sarah the look of
good-natured lust that she knew drove her lovers wild.  "I was just
remembering that last audition we both went on."

	"A trip down memory lane?  What brought that on?" Sarah asked,
walking toward Love.  She then saw the clothes that had activated Love's
memory circuits.  "Ohhhhh I see.  Mmmm God you looked so hot that day
Love."

	"So did you in your sexy little dress," Love replied as she
snuggled up to Sarah. "Sometimes I still can't believe what happened."

	"I know," Sarah agreed.  "It's like a dream.  A very long, very
good dream.  God and to think they never even made the film.  If only they
knew what they started."

	"The shock alone would kill them," Love stated as she pulled the
skirt and blouse out of her closet.  "I'm going to wear them today."

	"Oh looking to score at the audition again?" Sarah laughed.  "Who
are you up against?  Natalie Portman?  Katie Holmes? Neve Campbell?"

	"Don't I wish," Love smiled while she began buttoning the blouse
up.  "It's just going to be me this morning.  I wanted to wear something
that brought me luck and this sure did last time."

	"Luck...screaming orgasms...what's the difference?" Sarah joked
before helping Love zip up her skirt and kissing her on the lips.  "It's
not often that I get to help you dress Love.  I figured I'd better grab the
opportunity while I could.  Think you'll still be in self denial mode when
you get home?"

	"Oh hell no," Love vowed.  "I'm going to jump the first girl I see
when I come through the door."

	"Mmmm then I'll make sure I'll be home for that," Sarah promised.
"We can help you celebrate getting the part."

	"Shhhh!  Take that back!" Love urged excitedly.  "You'll jinx me!"

	"Oh stop," Sarah shot back.  "You're going to do just fine.  The
director would be crazy not to cast you.  Actually I think he really is
crazy, but that shouldn't matter."

	"He's not crazy," Love defended.  "He's just.... ummm...eccentric.
That's the word."

	"I think full blown loony is more like it," Sarah replied, shaking
her head as she remembered some of the stories she had heard about indie
sensation Thomas Paul Henderson.  "I mean I heard when the studio first
gave him the money for this thing he was going to go make a movie about a
goat herder in Afghanistan and actually shoot it there!"

	"That's not true!" Love contended.  "At least I think it's not.
All that matters is that he is making his movie here and he wants to see
me!"

	Sarah smiled at her friend's exuberance.  She didn't have the heart
to tell her that she thought she was all wrong for the part.  She had
looked over the script and it wasn't that she thought Love was a bad
actress, she just thought the material was full of itself and not suited
for her.

	After scoring with a big independent film a few years ago, Warner
Brothers had decided to sink big money into TPH, as he preferred to be
called, and his next project.  Sarah had never seen the appeal of his first
film.  It was a black and white three and a half hour movie about two
lovers waiting through the night to commit suicide at dawn.  Sarah had
found it pretentious and boring and while everyone else was ooohing and
ahhhhing over the deep symbolic nature and the bleak, but beautiful,
desperation, she had gone out for popcorn and snuck into the theater
showing "Charlie's Angels."

	In her mind, Sarah didn't think this new one was a whole lot
better.  It was about street kids in LA and basically all they seemed to do
was take drugs, curse and rape each other.  It was supposed to symbolize
the futility of street life, but Sarah thought all it symbolized was one
director's runaway ego.

	Love was supposed to play a heroin addicted prostitute who ends up
being gang banged and Sarah had been trying to think of a way to talk her
out of it.  But she hadn't been able to come up with a good reason, so she
had kept her feelings to herself.  Besides Love wanted to do this and Sarah
wasn't going to stand in her way.  She hoped she got it and did a great job
with the role, because Sarah knew that Love could do it.  But part of Sarah
felt this was just a dumb project and that Love should wait for something
better to come along.

	There was no denying Love's excitement for the part though, so
Sarah was going to support her no matter what.  She knew first hand how
rewarding it was to have a good part in an edgy movie, so she hoped Love
would have the same luck she had when she convinced James Toback to use her
in "Harvard Man."

	"Is this outfit ok or should I change to something trashy, you know
for the part?" Love asked nervously.

	"Stop having kittens Love and relax," Sarah urged her.  "You're
going to do just fine.  You're going to blow this guy away and it doesn't
matter what you're wearing."

	"Thanks Sarah," Love replied with gratitude.  "I really want this.
I know this part cold.  Thomas Paul Henderson isn't going to know what hit
him."

	"That's my girl," Sarah smiled.  "You can do this!  Now I came up
actually for a real reason.  I was going to make breakfast.  Are you
hungry?"

	"Oh no," Love replied.  "Thanks Sarah but I'm too excited to eat
anything right now.  I think that if I do, I might just blow chunks all
over him when I meet him.  Then I'll have cinched my 'Biggest Dork Alive'
award and lost the part."

	"Yeah that's not the first impression you want to make," Sarah
replied.  "But don't be nervous Love.  You can do this.  We all believe in
you."

* * * * *

	Sarah's words of encouragement ran through Love's mind as she
waited in the studio to be called in for the audition.  The closer she got
to it, the more nervous she felt.  She hadn't been this nervous since she
had first decided to take the plunge and try to become a professional
actress.  Her decision to do that had paid off when she had quickly scored
regular TV gigs that led to her role on "Party of Five."  But now it was
time to take the next step.  She felt that producers and directors saw her
as some good girl or, even worse, a kid.  This would change all that and if
she pulled this off then Hollywood would have to take her seriously.

	"Ms. Hewitt?" the woman behind the desk in the waiting room said.
"They're ready for you."  Love didn't know what she was.  An assistant?  A
receptionist?  Who could tell these days?  All that mattered was that it
was her time now.  Love took a deep breath and went in.

	Love walked into the office and set down her bag on a chair as she
saw three men in conference.  One of them she immediately recognized as
Thomas Paul Henderson.  The other guy was dressed in a suit that just
screamed "producer."  Love wasn't quite sure what to make of the other guy,
but he looked like he hadn't showered in a week.

	"There you are Ms. Hewitt, glad you could come in this morning,"
the producer said as he got off his chair and grasped Love's hand.  "Murray
built you up so much we had to see you for ourselves."

	"Thanks, he's great," Love said, smiling when she thought of her
agent, one of the few in Hollywood that didn't have an obvious dorsal fin.
"And please call me Love."

	Her response drew a fleeting look between Thomas and the unwashed
guy, but Love didn't pay it much mind.  She was just happy to be here.

	"I really can't thank you enough for this chance," she declared.
"I can't wait to show you all what I can do."

	"Why don't we just get to it then," Thomas said quickly.  "This is
my lead actor Vinnie Mallo.  I don't make a movie without him."

	"Hi Vinnie," Love said cheerfully.

	"Hey...Love," Vinnie replied barely able to contain a snicker.

	"Ok let's go," the producer said.  "We'll take it from page 94 at
the top.  Is everyone ready?"

	"I'm ready," Love declared, noticing that Vinnie didn't just look
like he needed a shower.  He smelled that way too.

	"Whatever," Vinnie stated.

	Love saw that everyone assembled was waiting for her so she took
another deep breath, summoned the lessons from every acting class she had
ever taken and went for it.  She knew the script pretty cold by now, but
she still held it out in front of her for guidance if necessary.

	"Don't you see Johnny...I need the stuff.  I need it to live!" Love
began, trying her best to stop being Jennifer Love Hewitt and becoming
Angelique, the junkie.  "I need it more than I needed milk from my whore of
a mother's tit!  I don't care if you think I'm throwing my life away!  It's
my fucking life!  And if I want to shoot smack and get fucked up the ass
for money then that's what I'm fucking gonna do!"

	"But what about our baby," Vinnie mumbled.

	"Fuck it!" Love snarled, feeling the character.  "Who says it's
yours anyway!  You think you were the only guy I let come inside me?  Fuck
you Johnny!  It could be any guy on this street and I don't really fucking
care!  I hope it comes out freaky and deformed!  I wish I could cut it out
of me right fucking now and throw it in your face!  Don't you see Johnny?
It doesn't matter if the baby is yours or not or if it lives or dies!
We're all walking corpses.  We're all dead.  You just don't know it yet!
We're dead bodies walking the street and this stuff makes me feel alive if
only for a little while.  It's all I care about!  You and this baby are
just insignificant pieces of dirt to me!"

	"You really don't feel that way," Vinnie replied, though Love had
to strain to hear him.  "You can't mean what you're saying."

	"Oh I mean it, what makes you think you're so fucking special?"
Love continued.  "You're in hell just like the rest of us so don't pretend
that you're better than me!"

	"That's fine," Thomas said, raising his hand and interrupting Love
mid-monologue.

	"That's all you want?" Love asked, quizzically.

	"Yeah...yeah...yeah...you were great," Thomas replied.  "Thanks for
coming by."

	"You were great Love," the producer assured her.  "You gave us a
lot to think about.  We'll be in touch."

	"Ok then," Love smiled, feeling good about her chances.  "Is there
anything else I can show you guys?"

	"No, it's cool," Thomas said.  "Like the man said, we'll be in
touch."

	"Ok, I guess I'll talk to you guys later," Love said.  "Thanks for
having me in."

	Love then gathered her script together and walked out of the
office, feeling good about her chances.  Sure, she would have liked it if
they had been a little bit more enthusiastic about her performance, but she
really felt as if she had nailed the character.  She felt like she had
really gone out and showed them something.  Love just about had a spring in
her step when she got to the parking lot.  She felt like she had proved
something to them and to herself.  She reached for her keys, but suddenly
realized that she did not have possession of them because she did not have
possession of her bag.  She had left it in the office!

	Running back inside, Love noticed that the woman behind the desk
wasn't there.  So she decided to just open the door and get her bag.  Not
wanting to interrupt anything, Love did it slowly in case something was
going on.  As soon as she did, Love heard voices.

	"God damn it Thomas how many more of these teeny bopper twats am I
going to have to work with?" Vinnie demanded, not exactly mumbling now.  "I
want to work with real actresses!  You know people who actually care about
their craft and not some TV princess whose only virtue is her big tits!"

	"Now, c'mon boys," the producer urged.  "I thought she was pretty
good.  We should give her a chance!"

	"A chance?" Thomas demanded.  "A chance?  Are you out of your
fucking mind?  This is my film and I am not going to blow it by casting
Jennifer fucking Love Hewitt!  Can you imagine how hard they'll be laughing
at me back at NYU?  I'll never be let back into Slamdance again!  Why on
Earth would I put her in my film?  She's a fucking joke.  Get me some
serious actresses to come in here.  I'm making art here!  This is an
important statement about the world we live in and you bring me some giggly
little princess who is under the delusion she's got talent!  I don't care
if your son went to B'nai Brith with her agent's son or whatever the fuck
it is between you two!  I don't ever want to hear her name brought up
again!  Why I was embarrassed to even have Vinnie here stand next to her in
the audition!"

	"And did you get a load of her 'call me Love' garbage," Vinnie
laughed.  "I mean does she get how irrelevant she is?  I mean she was last
popular in what, 1998?  I'm in here keeping it real and she's just a joke.
She's fucking ridiculous!"

	Love stood there in shocked silence, not believing what she was
hearing but knowing she couldn't stand to listen to any more of it.  She
just wanted to get out of there and fast.  She pushed the door open and
entered.  The conversation stopped cold when she did.  Vinnie and Thomas
looked shocked that they had been overheard.  The producer just looked
ashamed.

	"I...I...forgot my bag," Love said as she fought back tears.  She
couldn't help but have a few droplets roll down her cheeks, but she managed
to hold most of it in as she grabbed her bag and fled.

* * * * *

	By the time Love's dreams were crashing down in a ball of flame,
Jennifer was just getting up.  She so rarely had a chance to just sleep in
and let the morning disappear that she was going to savor this opportunity.
One of the advantages of being on the biggest hit show on a network whose
ratings were slipping was that you could basically do whatever the heck you
wanted whenever the heck you wanted to do it.

	"Friends" was the best thing NBC had going for it at the moment and
the cast was united in their desire to get every concession they could out
of the network.  Sure it was a little greedy, but when the network was
making millions and millions off of their hard work, why shouldn't they get
as much as they could back in return?  So if that meant each cast member
demanding a million dollars an episode and getting days off during the
week, then so be it.

	NBC was so desperate to hold onto them for another season, Jennifer
wouldn't have been surprised if they were able to go into the network
president's office and get him to bark like a dog for them.  Hmmm, now that
was something to try out during the next negotiations, Jennifer thought to
herself with a content smile.

	She tossed and turned under her covers, feeling very relaxed and
finally ready to take on the day.  She had drained as much sleep as she
could from the morning and now it was time to get up.  Jennifer yawned and
stretched as she stared out her window at the ocean.  Yeah, I wouldn't mind
waking up like this every day Jennifer smiled before heading down to the
shower.

	When she emerged later, her body clad in a robe as she toweled her
wet hair off, Jennifer noticed Michelle had arrived for work and was busily
straightening things up.  Jennifer looked at Michelle as she worked in her
little French maid's outfit with the same look of uncertainty she'd had
about her since she had arrived.

	There was something that was just off about her.  Jennifer couldn't
pinpoint exactly what she felt it was, but she knew something wasn't quite
right about Michelle.  Maybe she was just concerned about anyone having
access to their secrets like she did, but Jennifer couldn't help but feel
this way.  Everyone seemed to have hit it off with her except Jennifer.
Shrugging to herself and deciding to address her concerns another time,
Jennifer began to walk back up to her room.  Before she got very far
though, Michelle blocked her way.

	"I do not understand you Jennifer," Michelle declared.

	"What?" Jennifer asked, not quite sure how to respond.  "Me?  What
don't you get?"

	"I mean all the girls in the house have gotten to know me very,
very well, but you do not seem interested," Michelle explained.  "Why do
you not like me?"

	"I like you Michelle," Jennifer replied.  It wasn't an outright
lie.  It just wasn't the total truth either.

	"All your housemates seem to like me very much," Michelle smiled.
"They are all so beautiful.  I helped Jewel with her bath this morning.  I
soaped up every inch of her body and then made sure she was clean.  Would
you like that Jennifer?  Would you like me to make you a bath some time?"

	Jennifer began to squirm at such a thought.  Damn, this girl had
amazing powers of seduction.  Still she resisted.  Michelle was just so
overly aggressive when it came to sex.  Rose already filled that role in
Jennifer's life and she didn't really need two girls like that.

	"Perhaps you would like it better to have me spread out on the pool
table while you lick me everywhere," Michelle continued, loving how she was
making Jennifer uncomfortable.  She felt this girl was just about to break.
"Sarah liked me like that.  All naked for her tongue.  She liked it so much
that she had to have Rose join her too.  And of course you already know how
well Love and I get along.  So why are you resisting me Jennifer?"

	"I'm not resisting you," Jennifer claimed.  "It's just...that I
ummm..."

	Before Jennifer could stammer any more of an explanation out, she
was saved by the bell.  Or in this case, saved by the front door being
flung open.  Jennifer moved away from Michelle so she could see who it was
and when she saw it was Love she was immediately grateful.

	"Love!" Jennifer exclaimed.  "How was your audition?  Did you get
the part?"

	Jennifer was about to press for more details, but the tear stained
cheeks and the look of total despair on Love's face was all the answer she
needed.

	"Honey, what happened?" Jennifer asked, switching immediately to
shoulder-to-cry-on mode.

	"Oh Jen," was all Love managed to gurgle out before descending back
into angry and frustrated sobs.

	"Shhhhh it's ok honey," Jennifer assured her, wrapping her arms
around her and leading her upstairs to her room.  Soon enough Love's
clothes were discarded and she was clad in her bathrobe and slippers as she
sat on her bed with Jennifer.  Normally this would have lead to some fun
but, for once, Love's mind was far from thinking about sex.  In between
sobs, she explained everything that had happened to her that morning.
Jennifer was completely understanding and then some.  She had been on her
share of hellish auditions before she had scored her breakout role as
Rachel.

	"Oh Love, they don't know what they're missing..." Jennifer told
Love, gently rubbing the sobbing girl's back and holding her tight.

	"It's not just them though," Love sniffed, wiping away the tears.
"I've heard all this before.  I mean never to my face, but I've heard all
the whispers and everything.  No one wants to cast me!  They think I'm a
joke!  It's like I bring cancer to their set or something!"

	"Love, it's not like that at all," Jennifer said.  "They're just
assholes.  They think they're so cool and they can treat people like shit.
They're not worth your tears.  Fuck them!  You're too good to be in their
stupid movie anyway!"

	"I just wish someone would take me seriously," Love sighed, her
tears finally fading away.  It felt so good to be back here where she was
loved and accepted no matter what.  "I feel like my career is over because
no one will give me a chance.  I can act!  I know I'm good!  But no one
will let me show it!  I just wish I could get the kind of roles that you,
Sarah and Rose get."

	"Your career is so not over," Jennifer replied firmly.  "Don't talk
like that.  Critics loved you in that Audrey Hepburn movie."

	"No they didn't," Love grumbled.  "I read the reviews and they were
all like 'Well she's ok, for Jennifer Love Hewitt.' Even when they're
complimenting me, they're insulting me.  I try to stay positive about this,
but I haven't had a challenge since 'Time of Your Life' got cancelled.  I
think they see me as some teen movie reject."

	"If that's the way they see you, they're idiots," Jennifer said.
"We know you can do anything and if they don't think you're good enough for
their movie then you don't want to be part of their production anyway.
That things gonna flop anyway.  You're better off without them.  I read
that script you left lying around and Love, it was a real piece of
pretentious crap."

	"It was kind of bad, wasn't it?" Love agreed, admitting the truth
and smiling for the first time in an hour.  She hugged Jennifer tightly.
"I'm glad you're here Jen, I'd hate to have to come home to an empty
house."

	"I just don't want you to get down on yourself Love," Jennifer
said.  "You have too much talent to lose faith in yourself.  So just forget
about those full of themselves assholes and relax.  Here, read the new
Entertainment Weekly and I'll get you some tea."

	Love eagerly grasped the magazine that Jennifer had picked up off
of her floor.  She had been meaning to read it, but hadn't had a chance
until now.  She opened it up to a random spot and saw The Shaw Report, a
small box that dictated the author's opinion of what was in and out in
Hollywood.  The fragile confidence Love had built up within the last few
minutes was immediately shattered when she saw the top row.  Jennifer
Connelly had been classified as "In."  Jennifer Lopez had been classified
as "Five Minutes Ago."  And Jennifer Love Hewitt was classified as "Out."

	From the hallway, Jennifer heard the anguished scream of
frustration and immediately ran back to investigate.  She saw Love sobbing
again and reassumed her position of support on the bed.

	"They were just making a mean joke," Jennifer told her.  "They're
trying to be clever and they don't care who they hurt.  Don't pay any
attention to them."

	This time Love was quite inconsolable as she only saw her career in
shambles while she sat around and told stories about how she used to be an
actress.  Love literally cried on Jennifer's shoulder, soaking her robe
with tears as her friend tried to comfort her.

While Love sobbed, Michelle busied herself cleaning.  She wondered what was
bothering that girl so much that she had to wail like that.  These rich
people were always so weird and she had the first hand experience to back
that up.  People with too much time and too much money always seemed to
have the most peculiar personalities.

The buzzer for the gate then sounded.  Jennifer was occupied with Love so
Michelle went to investigate.  She looked at the screen at the not quite
crystal clear picture and saw three young men standing outside looking up
with expectation.

"Hello?" Michelle said.  "What do you want?"

"Can Jen come out and play?" Delbert asked.

"Excuse me?" Michelle asked, thinking she understood what he said but not
quite getting who the hell they were and what they wanted with Jennifer.

"Is Jennifer Aniston there?" Waldo asked.  "We want to talk to her."

"Look, Ms. Aniston will not be signing any autographs for people who just
come up to the house like this," Michelle stated.  "Go away or I will call
the police for you."

"We don't want autographs," Franklin insisted.  "We want to talk to
Jennifer.  She knows us!"

"Well we will see about that," Michelle replied huffily.  "She had better
know you or else you will be the ones who know the police real soon."

Michelle then walked away and toward Love's room.  The nerve of those
little geeks coming here to get an autograph.  She hoped Jennifer let her
sic the police on their little stalker butts.

"Jennifer?" Michelle said sticking her head inside the room.  "There are
three men here who say they know you.  What should I do with them?"

"What do they look like?" Jennifer asked, wondering who knew she was here.

"They look like they just crawled out of a bag of couch potatoes," Michelle
began, causing Jennifer to immediately realize who it was.

"Oooooh!  It's the guys!" Jennifer said happily.  "C'mon Love you should
meet them."

"I don't want to meet anyone," Love grumbled.  "Everyone hates me anyway."

"Oh stop, now you're just being silly," Jennifer said.  "Stop listening to
self involved jerks and start listening to your friends.  A bad streak is
no reason to give up on everything.  Do you know how many shows I was on
that got cancelled?  I've even lost track.  So no moping allowed."

"I wanna mope," Love insisted.  "I wanna feel bad!"

"Fine," Jennifer sighed.  "But I am going to make sure you cheer up about
soon."

On that note, Jennifer left Love's room and walked over to investigate what
was going on.  She buzzed Waldo, Franklin and Delbert in.  Love followed
her from a distance, not wanting to stop feeling sorry for herself but also
not able to stop her natural curiosity about the three guys who had
recently had such a mind altering affect on Jennifer.

Jennifer opened the door and the three guys seemed to be bickering.  They
also seemed to be in costume.

"Why do I always have to be Pippin or Merry?" Delbert complained.  "I want
to be Frodo!"

"You can't be Frodo!" Waldo informed him.  "I'm always Frodo!  Franklin is
always Sam!  I'm the hero.  He's the sidekick and you're the comic relief!"

"Can't I be the hero sometime?" Delbert asked, which created a response of
knowing looks between Waldo and Franklin.  "Next time I'm being Legolas!"

"What are you guys doing?" Jennifer asked after observing their costumes
that seemed to be cloaks right out of the central casting of a fantasy
movie and the fake swords they carried.

"We're going to the movies," Waldo explained.  "You want to come with us?"

"I'm guessing from those costumes you're not going to see 'Sled Dogs' are
you?" Jennifer inquired.

"Hardly," Franklin replied.  "We're going to see 'Lord of the Rings.'"

"It's going to be our 37th time seeing it," Delbert added.

"You're seeing the movie for the 37th time?" Jennifer gasped.  "How could
anyone sit through a movie that many times?"

"Actually it's going to be our 37th time this month," Waldo informed her.
"You don't want to know how many times we've seen it since it's been
released."

"You're probably right about that," Jennifer replied as she marveled her
new friends dedication to their pleasures.  She supposed it was only crazy
in a cute way and not a creepy way.  More eccentric than anything else.
Still it was a bit disconcerting.

"Will you come with us?" Franklin asked with eyes full of hope.

"Gee, I don't know," Jennifer said.  Smoking pot with them was one was
thing.  Going to see a movie with them seemed to be a huge step forward.
Not that there was anything wrong with that or anything.  It was just new.
But then again so was everything else she'd done recently and it wasn't
like what was going on within the house was going to go on with Waldo,
Franklin and Delbert.  That Jennifer knew for sure.

It could be a fun way to spend her day off.  Plus maybe at the end of it
she could score a little bit more of that pot.  She was positive she could
handle it better her second time out with it.  The first time had knocked
her for a loop with its strength.  The second time she'd be able to keep
her feet planted on the ground.

The other hesitation in this was the fact that this wasn't the type of
movie she had ever wanted to see.  She preferred a good light romantic
comedy to escape reality for two hours not some epic about the fate of
Middle Earth.  Brad was a big fan of this stuff actually.  He'd given her a
beautiful leather edition of each of the three books for Christmas and
she'd been intending to read them, but hadn't had the time to do it.

"C'mon...it'll be fun," Waldo urged.  "We know all the lines by heart and
everything."

"Well..." Jennifer hesitated but before she could delay her decision any
more she found it was being made for her.

"'Lord of the Rings?'" Love gasped as she ran to the door causing bug eyed
responses from the three youths.  "You are so going!  Can I come too?
Please!  I've been dying to see it!"

Waldo, Franklin and Delbert were left dumbstruck at the idea that they were
staring at Jennifer Love Hewitt clad only in a bathrobe that barely held in
her generous form. Any attempts at covering up the other residents of the
house was neatly torched by Love's enthusiasm to see Gandalf and
co. journey into Mordor.

"Oh my God!" Delbert gasped.  "It's the girl from 'The Suburbans.'"

"Just call me Love," the actress cheerfully replied, her despondency
forgotten for the time being.

"Guess we'd better go get dressed," Jennifer sighed, not mad at this but
wondering how she was going to begin to explain this living situation to
the guys without giving away the biggest secrets of all.

"C'mon it will be fun!" Love urged, noticing Jennifer's reluctance.  "I
thought you wanted me to cheer up!"

"I do," Jennifer said.  "It's just that you and I and them...in public..."

"We're just going to be watching a movie not having sex in the balcony,
unless of course you want to?" Love teased.  Jennifer was happy to see her
friend returning to her normal state of being.  She wasn't used to seeing
Love so down on herself and it was good to see her natural exuberance and
sunny nature back in control.

"I think our companions might notice if we did," Jennifer pointed out.

"Nahhh they'll be too busy wishing they were Hobbits," Love responded.

"And you won't be?" Jennifer replied, now taking her turn to tease.

"Well...maybe a little bit..." Love smiled shyly.  She had had a soft spot
for fairy tales since she was a kid.  Lately she had indulged in another
type of fantasy, but sometimes you had to touch base with the child inside
and think about brave warriors, elfish princesses and magic rings.  "Now
c'mon let's get dressed before they leave without us."

"Ok," Jennifer agreed as they headed up to their rooms to change.  Love
might have been enthused about seeing this movie, but Jennifer wasn't quite
sold on its merits.  Sure it had gotten good reviews, but it seemed
marketed directly for the geek sides in everyone and Jennifer had taken
great pains to make sure that side had been surgically removed.  She
couldn't help but think she was going to be bored to tears by this movie.

Three and a half hours of movie later it was quite a different story as the
party of five exited the theater.  Waldo, Franklin and Delbert were lost in
acting out parts of the movie and Love was comforting a crying Jennifer.

"I don't know why I made fun of the movie before," Jennifer cried as she
dabbed her eyes with a tissue.  "I was just trying to be cool, but it was
soooooooo wonderful."

"I know," Love said.  "I know it was."

"I was trying to hold it in, but when Sam rushed out into the water after
Frodo it was so beautiful I couldn't help it," Jennifer babbled on.  "He's
so loyal!  He's like a big, wonderful puppy!"

Love had had to fight back tears of her own during the movie's climax.
Jennifer was right in her assessment.  The movie had been wonderful and
beautiful.  It had been just what she had needed.  Love needed to escape to
another world for a few hours where instead of directors and actors there
were dwarves and wizards, a much more agreeable sort to be sure.  Her
morning had been so ugly that spending some time in such a beautiful and
new world did her still depressed heart good.

Love couldn't help but smile also as she watched their three companions act
their little hearts out.  They had mouthed along to every line of the movie
and acting like they didn't have a care in the world.

"Leave it.  It's over.  The world of men will fail," Waldo said as he fell
to the ground and began acting the part of Boromir.  "All will fall to
darkness and my city to ruin."

"I know not what strength lies in my blood, but I swear to you I will not
let The White City fall, nor our people fail," Delbert responded, easily
slipping into Aragorn's skin.

"Our people.  Our people," Waldo continued.  "I would have followed you, my
brother, my captain, my king."

"Be at peace son of Gondor," Delbert stated, before slipping out of
character.  "See I told you I could be the hero!"

"Your point is well taken Delbert," Franklin replied as he helped Waldo
back to his feet.  In the meantime Jennifer, upon seeing the reenactment of
Boromir's death scene had found her waterworks kicking up again.

Love didn't quite know how to regard these three strangers except with
amusement.  They seemed to have hit it off with Jennifer, so Love was
willing to believe that they were ok.  They were certainly unusual and they
seemed completely loyal to one another, like friends who had seen a lot and
been through a lot.  They seemed to have a bond between them, kind of like
her and the other girls at the house, Love thought.  Of course they also
had that special something between them that these guys didn't have, at
least Love didn't think they had.

"So you live with Jennifer huh?" Waldo asked Love.

"Yeah," Love replied, not wanting to give away too many details.  She liked
these guys well enough considering she knew next to nothing about them, but
that was far from a point where she felt comfortable enough to expose this
atom bomb of a secret.

"Kind of like a time share thing?" Waldo inquired.

"Not quite," Love answered.  "It's pretty complex.  Just one of those
things that happened."

"Well you sure picked a strange house to move into," Waldo said, accepting
Love's not quite explanation for the living arrangements.  "A lot of
unusual things went on there."

A lot of unusual things are going on there now, Love giggled to herself.

"You do know it used to be a bordello, right?" Waldo asked.

"Really?  You don't say," Love smiled while shooting a knowing glimpse at
Jennifer.  "You'd never know to look at it."

"Oh yeah, big scandal and everything," Waldo explained.  "We saw the whole
thing go down.  Lots of Feds all over the place.  They really took the
place over fast and then went all hush hush with the prosecution.  We think
it's because they found evidence of high ranking state and national
officials paying visits to the place."

"Really?" Love asked, genuinely curious.  "Like who?"

"Well we don't have names, just theories," Waldo said.  "We wrote a bunch
of freelance articles about it for publication.  You can't hide the truth
from the world when you're a first hand witness to it.  Unfortunately our
investigation never got anywhere.  Then there were the bomb threats so we
just put it to bed for now."

"Bomb threats?" Jennifer asked, drying her eyes and rejoining the
conversation.

"Yeah big ones too..." Delbert explained.  "We're pretty sure it was the
NSA after us."

"Or the CIA," Waldo added.  "They're not chartered for domestic
surveillance but that's never stopped them before."

"It's a fascinating example of a government gone mad," Franklin declared as
Love and Jennifer shared a smile.

"Hmmmm interesting theory," Love replied, unable to suppress a laugh.  The
movie had helped her escape her troubles for a few hours, but those
troubles were still there.

She had seen Liv Tyler up in the screen playing a part she would have given
anything to play and it had helped remind her of the rut she was in.  She
didn't begrudge Liv her success, but Love knew there wasn't anything she
did as an actress that she couldn't do too.  It was just that no one ever
thought of her in those types of roles.

All Love had to do was look at Jennifer Garner and wonder if the train of
success had flown by her.  A few years ago Jennifer was her co-star on
"Time of Your Life" and now she was kicking butt and winning awards for
"Alias."  That was another role Love knew she could play.  She had been
very friendly with Jennifer on the set so she was happy for her, but still
Love couldn't help but feel little twinges of jealous because all her
friends seemed to be zooming upward while she stood around.

She was just stuck in a rut.  Love knew that.  She had tried sexing up her
image in "Heartbreakers" and the reviews had been good, but the box office
wasn't as big as some had hoped so it didn't do all that much to boost her
career.  She needed to do something to break out of the pack...something
where people would take notice of her again and think there was more to her
than meets the eye.

"Jen, I'm going to go grab a cab and see my agent," Love declared.

"Are you feeling better honey?" Jennifer asked her, careful not to show too
much affection toward Jennifer considering they were outside a movie
theater and in front of their neighbors.

"Yeah a little bit," Love admitted.  "You know me, I don't stay depressed
for too long.  I'll be ok.  I just want to see what else he's got for me.
You know, onto the next project.  Back on the horse and all that."

"Good luck Love," Jennifer told her, bringing her in for a warm, if
platonic, hug.  "I'll see you at home, ok?"

"Ok," Love replied with a smile.  She was glad she had people like Jennifer
in her life at a time like this.  "Bye guys."

"Bye Love," all three said at once as they waved goodbye to her.

* * * * *

Love's luck didn't get any better when she got to her agent's office.  The
receptionist informed her that Murray was out of town.  She could wait and
see him then, or she could see Murray's new associate.  Love sighed and
chose the latter.  She'd met him a couple of times before and he was, at
least sympathetic when she told him what happened.

"Love, I'm so sorry," Michael Pheret said.  "Do you want me to hurt them
because I will.  I will go down to their office on the lot and firebomb
them.  Just give me the word and I will put them in a world of hurt
Pheret-style."

"Hmm tempting, but I think I'll pass," Love replied, thinking that if she
gave the word he might actually do it.

"See that's what I love about you, you never want to hurt anyone," Michael
pressed on.  "Me?  I want to hurt everyone...except you of course."

"Of course," Love agreed.  "So what else do you have for me Michael.  I
mean I don't mean to seem pushy but when I signed on with you guys, you
said you were going to get me lots of big parts and I don't see anything
crossing my table yet."

"Hey no need to raise the level around here," Michael assured her.  "I am
out there busting my ass and it is going to pay off soon.  Do you know how
fast I can get out there and get you in 'I Know What You Did Last Summer
3?'  And I happen to know that Scott Wolf is dying to do a 'Party of Five'
reunion.  Offers aren't exactly pouring in for him either.  Guess you could
say the Wolf is at the door for him."

Michael began laughing at his own joke and Love just rolled her eyes in
response.

"Well I think that falls into the 'been there, done that' category," Love
replied.  "I want to try and do something bold and new for me."

"Ok... I hear bold and interesting so let me offer you your own syndicated
talk show," Michael said as he pulled out a piece of paper.  "I've got
companies just begging for an 'Ask Love' show."

"I don't think so," Love stated quickly, thinking about it for all of one
second before reaching the obvious conclusion that her hosting a talk show
was a ready made disaster.

"Well Playboy called again," Michael mentioned.  "They upped their offer
but-"

"Excuse me, again?" Love asked.  "When did they call the first time?"

"Oh they've been after you to pose for years," Michael explained.  "I keep
telling them 'no' but they keep coming back with more money being offered.
They're up to a cool three million now."

"Why are you just telling me this now?" Love asked.

"I don't think it's the right move for you," Michael said. "I mean it's a
lot of money they're offering, but I don't think showing the world your
goodies is what you need to be doing right now."

"Pardon me Michael," Love declared.  "But they're my goodies and I will be
showing them to whomever I want!"

"You're not seriously considering their offer are you?" Michael said,
aghast.

"Well, no," Love said, but it wasn't quite the truth.  In actuality, the
seeds were now planted in her head and she was mulling over the idea quite
a bit.

Love was still tossing the offer over in her mind by the time she got home.
Michael was adamant that it wouldn't do anything to help her career, but
Love wasn't so sure about that.  It was a bold move guaranteed to show
everyone that she had grown up and could handle mature roles.  Sure some
people might look at it as a desperation move, but Love didn't think it was
that at all and her opinion mattered most here.

She was also very confident that whatever photographer took her pictures
would make her look amazing.  The magazine's "girl next door" reputation
played in perfectly with Love's own strengths and she knew the pictures
would make people see her in a new and sexy light.  Plus there was the part
of her that got turned on thinking of everyone staring at her naked body
and getting off thinking of her.

The more Love thought about it, the more she liked the idea.  She wasn't
entirely sold on it yet, though.  She knew it was something she was going
to have to think long and hard about.  There were downsides to be sure.
How would her family take it?  If she wanted to be taken seriously as an
actress, perhaps Michael was right and she shouldn't be showing her
"goodies."  She just couldn't decide what to do about it but it was
definitely an intriguing idea so she decided to discuss it with her
housemates.

"Playboy?  Are you serious?" Sarah gasped.

"Cool," Rose replied.

"I'll bet you'd look beautiful," Jewel stated.

"Wow, that's certainly a bold step," Jennifer opined.

"I didn't say yes or even talk to anyone at the magazine," Love explained.
"It's just something I'm thinking about.  I mean I know my career needs a
boost and it sounds good, but I'm just not sure if it's the boost I need."

"I got offered to pose once," Rose said.  "I turned them down."

"You?" Jennifer asked skeptically.  "No way.  There's no way you would turn
down a chance to get naked."

"Oh come on, you've been living with me for months now and you still have
no idea what I'm all about," Rose replied, shaking her head.  "Playboy is
way too tame for me.  They'd have airbrushed me and given me that gauzy,
dumb blonde look.  No thanks.  Let me know when Club calls up and offers me
a layout with Jenna Jameson."

"Now that's an issue I'll buy," Jewel laughed, picturing those two in a
sexual grudge match.  She had no idea who the last woman standing would be
but it would sure be something she'd want to watch.

"I think all of us got an offer from them," Sarah pointed out.  "I mean do
you really think you might do it, Love?"

"I like the idea," Love admitted. "But I'm not sure.  It sounds fun and
sexy, but I don't want it to backfire."

"Hell I say go for it," Jennifer said, surprising people a little with her
reaction.  "Don't look at me like that.  Remember it was my ass on the
cover of Rolling Stone a few years ago.  You should do it only if you want
too Love.  Do it because it makes you feel sexy and not because you care
about what some producer thinks."

"I agree," Jewel added.  "I mean I don't know if I would ever do anything
like that, but you can't do it just to go out and change your image.  If
you don't do it for you then you won't get anything out of it."

"Hey I'm with you as long as you invite me down to where they're shooting,"
Rose stated.  "I can help you get that 'freshly fucked' look photographers
like."

"Mmmm you can always help me get that look," Love answered before turning
to the one girl who had not given her opinion.  "What do you think Sarah?"

"Well, it's just so...wow..." Sarah said.  She had gotten offers from
Playboy before and she had always turned them down.  She had nothing
against that kind of magazine and in fact she now had an extra appreciation
for it because of her new perspective on the female form. It just wasn't
something that she felt was right for her.  Now, Love was looking to her
for her opinion and she didn't know what to say.  Plus she was clouded by
the immediate realization that the idea of Love posing naked for the camera
turned her on completely.

"I think Jennifer and Jewel said it best," Sarah finally said.  "You've got
to do it for you.  I mean it's not an easy call and once you've done it,
you've done it.  Those pictures will be there forever.  But I'll always
support you Love and if you want to do it then just promise me you'll give
me an autographed copy."

"Why do you need an autograph when you can just play with the real things?"
Rose joked as she helpfully reached over and tugged up the sweatshirt Love
had slipped on.  Her breasts were bare underneath but Love certainly didn't
mind flashing her friends, even if it was Rose's decision for her to do so.
The hungry stares she got did a lot to repair Love's ego.  Her friends sure
seemed to think it was something she should go for, but she still wasn't
convinced.

Love was still mulling things a few hours later.  Her gut was telling her
to try this out and see what happened, but part of her was resistant to the
thought of getting naked for Playboy.  She had been following her gut a lot
lately and as a result she was happier than she ever had been in her
personal life.  But the instincts that served you so well in your everyday
life, didn't always translate into success professionally.  Love had
learned that lesson the hard way and she had to wonder whether something
like this was good for her.

Sure she wanted to do this now, but would she regret it later?  It could
potentially boost her up.  Love remembered all the girls who had taken it
off for Playboy and gone onto success.  Sharon Stone.  Kim Basinger.  Cindy
Crawford.  But for every girl like that, there was an Anna Nicole Smith.
Love didn't want to become a punch line to a late night comedian's joke.
She wanted to do this to show Hollywood she could be bold and sexy not to
give them even more reason to ignore her for more adult roles.

She was torn about what to do.  She didn't want to make a mistake here.
But what was the mistake?  Doing the pictorial and having and being taken
even less seriously?  Or not taking the chance and doing Wonderful World of
Disney movies before she got too old for that and moved on over to
Lifetime?

Then there was the question of whether she could even get naked for the
cameras.  Sure she was very open with her sexuality whether it came to men
or women, but there was a big difference in doing something fun and sexy
with someone you trusted.  It wasn't like she was rushing up to a stranger
on the street and pulling them on top of her.  But that kind of felt like
what she was doing here.

If she did this thing then she would literally be exposed to people all
over the world.  People wouldn't have to download the clip of her in the
shower in Party of Five where you could supposedly see a nipple anymore.
They would see all of her in the glossy pages of Playboy.

It was a turn on to be sure and Love's naughty side was really digging the
idea that people around the world would be getting sexually aroused by her
nudity, but it was also a bit intimidating.  Everyone would be looking at
her and, in whatever way they did, judging her.  That wasn't a position she
wanted to jump into lightly, so Love thought maybe she could see if she
could handle the posing nude part before she tried to handle the aftermath
part.  There was only one way to find out.  With that in mind Love went off
in search of someone she knew had experience with getting naked for a
camera.

"Rose, are you in there?" Love asked, knocking on her friend's door.

"Yeah, just a minute," Rose said from behind the door.  Love heard the
rustle of clothes and Rose moving around the room.  It sounded like she was
getting dressed.  Love wondered what Rose was up to and those questions
multiplied by ten when the door opened and she saw what Rose was wearing.

"What's up Love?" Rose asked as Love stared at Rose's short, tight leather
skirt that was slit up the side and her red top that had a valley for
cleavage so wide that it was a miracle Rose's breasts didn't just spill
out.  Love knew Rose was wild sexually, but this outfit looked like she was
about to stop being an actress and embark in an exciting new career in
streetwalking.

"Wow!" Love said.  "You going somewhere Rose?  Or are you just looking to
get mauled in the hallway."

"I'm going out," Rose said.  "Sorry Love, I've got to go."

Love was puzzled by this reaction.  Normally, no matter where she had to
go, Rose would have taken time to play with her.  Even if they had just
traded a few bawdy come ons Rose would have waited, but for some reason she
seemed distracted this time.

"Where are you going?" Love inquired, forgetting about her own questions
for a moment.

"I've got to go out," Rose said distantly.  "I'll talk later, ok?"

Before Love had a chance to respond, Rose pushed past her and headed out.
Love was mildly surprised.  That didn't seem like the Rose she knew and
loved.  She thought back and tried to think if Rose had been acting
strangely all night, but she had seemed ok before then.  Rose had been her
usual blunt, sexy self all night but now it was like she was distant and a
little less sure of herself.  Not to mention Rose had dressed herself in
something from the rack of Whores R Us and she didn't even show any
interest in showing it off to her or any other of their housemates.  It was
odd and it left Love scratching her head.

Shrugging her shoulders, Love moved on.  She'd ask Rose what that was all
about when she got back from wherever it was that she was going.  Now that
was two of her housemates that were seemingly out for the night.  Jewel had
gone off to some music industry thing and Rose was off to parts unknown.
That left Love alone with Jennifer and Sarah so Love decided to go off and
seek Jennifer's counsel again.

Love made her way down the hall to The Grecian room where Jennifer enjoyed
a nightly taste of the Mediterranean to suit her Greek heritage.
Jennifer's door was open and Love saw that she was lying on top of her bed
reading.  Love knocked politely and Jennifer looked up in response, her
face brightening when she saw who it was at her doorway.

"Hey Love," Jennifer warmly greeted her.  "What'cha up to?"

"Not much, I just wanted to thank you for listening to me cry and whine
before," Love said.

"Hey it's no problem," Jennifer assured her, putting her book down and
scooting over so Love could join her on the bed.  "We've all been there.  A
lot of times I wish I had a shoulder to cry on after a bad one.  I'm just
glad I could help you out a little."

"Oh you definitely did," Love assured her.  "And I was kind of hoping that
you could help me out some more."

"Oh?  And how can I help you now?" Jennifer asked, hoping that it involved
some naked time.  She hadn't even been reading the book she had in front of
her.  She had just been staring at it and thinking about how much she
missed Brad.  That was how she had spent most of her nights here when he
was out of town and she was bunking at the mansion.  She was happy for the
distraction and Love was certainly a very sexy distraction.

"Well," Love began as she sat down on the bed.  "I was thinking some more
about the Playboy offer and I was wondering what it would be like to be
naked for the camera."

"Well we did that once before, remember?" Jennifer teased as she hugged
Love and reminded her of the little amateur porn movie they had made after
Sarah had discovered them spying on her and Reese Witherspoon.  All the
rooms here had video cameras in them and they had all gotten together in
the Caesar's Court room to have themselves a good, old fashioned Roman orgy
that was captured on tape.

"Not like that," Love smiled, feeling her body tingle at the memory of them
fucking each other silly and then having almost as much fun watching it on
tape the next morning.  "I meant like the pictures they'd take of me for
the magazine."

"There's no way you could look bad," Jennifer declared.  "You always look
good in your pictures."

"You should see the ones the magazines reject," Love joked.

"Oh stop," Jennifer playfully chastised.  "If you do this, you'll look
gorgeous.  And I know you won't feel uncomfortable.  Considering all the
things we've done here, you can handle a little full frontal nudity, can't
you?"

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could find out about that," Love
smiled.

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked.

"I mean that maybe you could play photographer for me," Love suggested.
"Feel like taking some pictures Jen?"

"Are you serious?" Jennifer asked and Love eagerly nodded her head "yes."
Jennifer mulled it over for about a split second.  A beautiful young woman
was asking her to take naked pictures of her.  How could she refuse?

"I'll go get my camera," Jennifer replied to Love's utter delight.

"Thank you!" Love squealed, hugging Jennifer and bounding off the bed.  "We
can do it in my room!"

Jennifer had always been interested in tinkering with art projects and she
had brought this camera with her to improve her photography skills.  She
had been taking some pictures of sunrises, sunsets and other things that
had caught her eye.  Now she was working with a human subject and she
planned to catch every angle of this beauty.

Love eagerly pulled Jennifer toward her room.  She always loved any
opportunity she could get to be naked with one of her housemates, but this
time was going to be special.  Love was going to see if she really had the
guts to be centerfold material.

The two girls laughed excitedly as they made their way through the hall and
this naturally caught Sarah's attention.  She put down the script she had
been reading in her room and stuck her head out the door.  She saw the pair
walking toward Love's room and she knew immediately that something was up
and that she wanted to be part of it.

"Alright, what's going on?" Sarah asked suspiciously, stepping out into the
hallway and crossing her arms over her chest.

After exchanging a naughty glimpse with Jennifer, Love answered the
question.

"We're gonna go take some test shots," Love replied.

"Test shots?" Sarah pressed.  "You mean?"

"Yup, the naked kind," Love answered.  "You want to watch?"

"You have to ask?" Sarah smiled as she joined them on their way to Love's
room.


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