Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 15:47:52 -0400
From: KMB2476@aol.com
Subject: The Harem: Episode 8 2/7

This is the second part of the 8th chapter of The Harem.  So unless you're
looking to be confused don't read it before you get to the first part.
Remember, send any and all feedback to KMB2476@aol.com




	While it was a very happy morning for Jennifer, Alyssa and Michelle
the same certainly could not be said for Gwen Stefani.  At that very moment
she was sitting in the office of a private investigator named Armand
Delvecchio fighting back tears.

	Armand had built an impressive list of celebrity clientele over the
years because he was discrete, he was quick and he got results.
Unfortunately the results that Gwen had in front of her in a file of photos
was not the results she had been hoping for.

	"I'm terribly sorry Ms. Stefani," Armand said.  "This is never easy
to tell anyone."

	"It's ok," Gwen said, trying with all her strength to hold back on
the waterworks.  If she was going to cry about this it sure as hell wasn't
going to be in some private investigator's office.  "I suppose it's nothing
I didn't know before.  I was just, you know, hoping for the best."

	"That's completely understandable," Armand said.  "No one wants to
get news like this."

	You can say that again, Gwen thought to herself as she looked over
the photos one last time before snapping the file shut and pushing it away
on the long oak desk where she and Armand sat.  They were in the conference
room of his office and he had just given Gwen the proof she had been hoping
didn't exist.  Her fiancé, Gavin Rosedale, was cheating on her.

	He was the lead singer of the band Bush and Gwen had always known
about his wild days on tour.  He had played around with his fair share of
groupies and there had been so many times when his roving eye had caused
Gwen to end it.  She had always come back to him though and when he had put
that ring on her finger he had sworn his days of extracurricular play were
over.  Now she had the photographic evidence to prove otherwise.

	Armand had used the old trick of the hidden camera, which was a
true classic because more often than not it worked.  He had been able to
sneak it backstage as Bush toured through the U.S. and it had captured the
various intimate activities that always seem to go on backstage in the wild
world of rock and roll parties.  Most of the pictures proved most damning
to the other members of the band, but the one that caught Gwen's eye and
broke her heart was the one of Gavin sitting on a backstage couch with his
head thrown back in ecstasy while some big titted redhead had her face
buried in his lap.

	"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Gwen sighed.  "I just really
thought he'd changed."

	She supposed it had been a sneaky thing to do to go out and hire
Armand, but Gwen had been hearing rumors that Gavin was fooling around on
her again.  If she was going to marry him she wanted to make sure, so she
had hired Armand to hopefully clear his name and prove to her that Gavin
had been true.  At least she knew the truth now and it was all there in
clear photography.

	"I'm sorry it's not what you were hoping for," Gavin said
sympathetically.  He meant well, but this was just a job for him and Gwen
suddenly felt sick to her stomach.  The room started spinning and she knew
she had to get out of there.  She just wanted to be anywhere but here and
she suddenly stood up from her seat.

	"Thank you Mr. Delvecchio," Gwen declared.  "Just send me your
bill."

	Gwen then rushed out of the office, leaving the pictures behind.

* * * * *

	"Sarah, are you listening to me?" Ted asked, snapping Sarah out of
the trance she had put herself in.

	"Sure Ted, every word," Sarah sighed, continuing to stare out the
window.

	"Sarah I need you to pay attention," Ted stated.  "This is crunch
time.  We're going before the judge tomorrow."

	"You don't have to tell me," Sarah snapped.  "I'm the one who's ass
is on the line here, remember that?"

	"And do I need to remind you that this production company also has
its ass on the line too, as you say," Ted pointed out.

	"I'm sorry," Sarah replied, regretting her little flare of temper.
"I don't mean to yell...it's just a lot going on right now, you know."

	"I'm sure there is, but we need to focus on tomorrow and your
testimony," Ted said.  "I can't stress how important this is."

	In her head Sarah had already composed a list of places she'd
rather be than doing this.  That list happened to include root canal work
and serving a six-year stretch in a Mexican jail.  That was how much she
didn't want to be here, but Ted was right it was necessary.  Tomorrow was
the hearing in the sexual harassment suit Rick had brought against her.

	Sarah couldn't believe it had come to this.  That little creep had
been the one hitting on her.  He was groping her every chance he got and
always asking her out on a date.  Even if she didn't have a fiancé and
be doing all that she was doing with the girls, she still wouldn't have
even considered going out with a guy like Rick on a dare.  So she had
gotten him fired and then he had hit her with this bullshit suit claiming
she fired him because he wouldn't submit to her sexual advances.  Somehow
the thing had gotten this far and tomorrow they would appear at a hearing
where it would be decided whether or not the case went forward.  Ted was
confident the judge would kick out the case, but Sarah did not share his
optimism.

	In fact the closer that they got to this court date the more Sarah
was convinced that not only was the judge going to push the case forward,
but it was going to explode all over the media too.  Up until now everyone
had done a good job keeping a lid on the story and avoiding press
attention, but Sarah knew it was only a matter of time before some paper or
TV station out there found out about it and then she'd be a late night joke
staple for months.

	Sarah was going to be called to testify at the hearing to give her
side of the story.  She had the truth on her side at least, but that wasn't
always enough.  She had to hope that the judge would see through Rick's
lies and dismiss the case, but if he didn't then she was in big trouble.
It was her word against his since none of their exchanges had taken place
where there were any witnesses.  Sarah thought it was risky to be in that
situation so she could only see the worst-case scenario in this.  She had
tried to distract herself with her housemates and all the fun they offered
her, but the back of her mind was always focused on this.  She just wanted
it to go away.

	Ted continued droning on but Sarah could barely focus on what he
was saying.  She didn't want to do this.  She didn't want to go to this
damn hearing.  Why couldn't Rick have taken rejection like a man?  Why was
all of this shit happening to her?  She hadn't done anything to deserve it.
Ted was the one who should be punished not her and he was in a position to
wreck her career.

	Sarah's head began to ache.  It felt like the whole room was
spinning and even though she was sitting down in a chair, it was like she
was about to topple over.  It was as if the room was suddenly airless.
Sarah needed oxygen.  She had to get out of here.  This was too much.

	"I've got to go," Sarah declared, suddenly standing up and having
to grab the arm of the chair for balance.

	"But we're not done," a confused Ted protested.

	"We'll finish later..." Sarah said, walking toward the door as her
face showed how much she wanted to be somewhere, anywhere but here.
"I...I...just can't do this now."

	Before Ted could say anything more Sarah bolted out the door and
wandered her way back to the set.  She nearly ran into four people on the
way but it was like they weren't even there.  She just couldn't focus. Her
temples were pounding and Sarah felt like she could barely breathe.

	"Sarah?  Are you ok?" a familiar voice that Sarah barely registered
asked.  She did stop long enough to see that it was Alyson looking at her
with a face of barely restrained concern.

	"What?" Sarah said, her voice filled with the distraction she felt.

	"You just walked right by me and didn't even say 'good morning,'"
Alyson pointed out, a flicker on her face showing that Sarah's inadvertent
snub had hurt her.  "Is everything ok?"

	"No...nothing's ok Alyson," Sarah said, her statement close to a
snap at her friend.

	"Is it Rick?" Alyson asked.  She had never seen Sarah this
flustered before.  She couldn't remember the last time Sarah hadn't called
her "Aly."

	"Of course it's Rick!  Don't ask stupid questions!" Sarah said
sharply, as she struggled to keep it all together.  She was feeling so
stressed out and she didn't want to lose it here on the set in front of
everyone.  Alyson frowned and took a step back, before regaining her
composure.

	Sarah immediately felt a flood of guilt for having done that.
Alyson had been her best friend since the show started and now she was
lashing out at her for no other reason than she was in her line of sight.
She was trying to be supportive and Sarah knew she was acting like a bitch.

	"Oh Aly, I'm so sorry," Sarah quickly declared.  "I didn't mean
that.  It's just that this..."

	"Shhh you don't have to explain," Alyson said, flashing Sarah a
warm smile.  "I know you're going through a lot.  Ummm I heard about your
father.  I'm sorry."

	"Who told you?" Sarah asked, not wanting word to get out much about
this.  The last thing she wanted was people coming up to her all day and
tell her they were sorry that bastard was dead.

	"Love," Alyson sheepishly answered.  "She called me and told me.
She wanted to make sure you were ok."

	"Love's got a big mouth," Sarah grumbled.

	"She's just worried about you," Alyson stated.  "I know how you
felt about him, but still, he's your father."

	"It's really nothing," Sarah sighed.  "I'm fine."

	"Do you want to talk about it?" Alyson asked.

	"Aly, I just need to lie down in my trailer and take a few Advil,"
Sarah said.  "I just need all this to be over.  I'm so scared about this
hearing Aly."

	"Don't be Sarah," Alyson told her calmly.  "It's going to be
alright.  I'm going to make sure it is."

	That last remark puzzled Sarah, but she didn't pay it much mind.
Her head hurt too much for her to really care what Alyson meant.

	"I wish I had your optimism Aly," Sarah said sadly.  "I just can't
see how this isn't going to blow up in my face."

	"Just relax Sarah," Alyson urged her, drawing her co-star and lover
in for a supportive hug.  "He's not going to be able to hurt you.  Now go
get your rest before I drag you to your trailer and tuck you in."

	"Is that a threat or a promise?" Sarah said, smiling for the first
time in hours.  She kept her voice down to avoid attracting the attention
of anyone with suspicious ears.  She and Alyson hadn't been together in
weeks and when this was all over Sarah was definitely looking forward to
some on set shenanigans.

	"Mmm both," Alyson grinned, trying so hard to suppress her desire.
If there weren't going to be consequences, Alyson would have jumped Sarah
right there and then, stripped her down and then done everything she knew
to make her friend forget about her sadness and anxiety.  "Now scoot and
leave the grumpy Sarah behind next time I see you."

	"Don't worry I will," Sarah promised before heading off to her
trailer and her little plastic container of Advil.  She wished she shared
Alyson's positivity about this, but she just had no faith that things were
going to break her way.  In Sarah's mind it was going to take a miracle and
the way things had gone for her, starting with the geek intrusion, it
didn't appear she was on a winning streak.

* * * * *

	Meanwhile on a far happier set, Alyssa was practically walking on
air.  She'd always been a bit of a sex freak, if wanting it pretty much
24/7 made you a freak.  These days it seemed to be normal, but Alyssa had
always kept that facet of her personality in check for the most part.  She
knew her parents were always keeping a watchful eye on her and she didn't
want to do anything to embarrass them or her little brother.  She
considered herself lucky that she had such a close, supportive family.
Most others didn't have that same luxury, but it also meant that a lot of
times Alyssa had to keep her id from running wild.

	She felt no shame in her bisexuality, but she kept it very close to
the vest.  She didn't think her family would have minded much, even though
her sometimes surrogate father Tony Danza would surely have raised an
eyebrow, but she didn't want to have them face the publicity that went
along with being an open participator in alternative lifestyles.  So that
meant she had to keep her lustful feelings toward other women in check and
hold herself back when she desperately wanted to hit on cute California
surfer girls and fresh faced Kansas girls right off the bus looking for a
Hollywood career.

	Alyssa had always let the public only see the heterosexual side of
herself and saved her desires for female flesh for the times she was alone
with Holly and Rose.  But those nights didn't come nearly often enough to
suit Alyssa and that was why she was so ecstatic about finding out what
went on in that wonderful mansion in Malibu.  She wasn't alone!  There were
others like her and they had a place to indulge their every perverted
fantasy.  Knowing there were others like her was such a liberating feeling
for Alyssa.  She felt like her whole life had been leading up to this
wonderful discovery.

	She was looking around the set for Rose, hoping to find her and
hopefully elicit another sleepover invitation from her beautiful co-star.
As she and Jennifer had cleaned themselves up after their encounter with
Michelle, her new friend had filled her ears with all the wonderful, sexy
things that had already happened under that roof and it had taken all of
her strength for Alyssa to leave there and drag herself to work.
Fortunately, with Rose and Holly on set with her, Alyssa was confident she
could score herself some hot pussy if her cravings got too bad and they
were already close to a fever pitch before the clock struck noon.

	Since Alyssa's quest for Rose appeared to be failure and Holly was
off rehearsing her scenes with Brian Krause, who played her husband on the
show, she decided to return to her trailer.  Alyssa could already picture
herself wiggling out of her tight blue jeans and panties, lying back on her
bed and using her trusty pocket rocket on herself to get nice and juicy for
what she hoped would be another sexy night in Malibu.  Alyssa could already
feel the vibrator working her pussy over so she had a dreamy smile on her
face as she opened the door and quickly found she was not alone.

	"Boo!" Rose giggled popping out of the shadows and sending Alyssa's
pulse racing.  Alyssa gasped and turned around to see her grinning co-star
looking very pleased with herself.

	"Jesus Rose, what are you trying to go, kill me?" Alyssa gasped, a
little taken aback but definitely not unhappy about this invasion of
personal space.  She thought about asking Rose how she got into her locked
trailer, but she decided not to bother.  It was her experience that if Rose
wanted something, she got it.

	"Who me?" Rose asked sweetly.  "No way.  I just like messing with
you.  Besides girls like us always die the same way.  Naked with our legs
spread."

	"Mmmm that's how I plan on going out," Alyssa replied with an
impish grin as she stared Rose over in her shorts and curve hugging tanktop
and mentally calculated how many seconds it would take for them to strip
each other naked.

	"Speaking of which, I heard you had a little fun this morning,"
Rose stated nonchalantly.

	"Who me?" Alyssa smiled, stealing Rose's non-denial from earlier.
"Maybe I did.  What's it to you?"

	"Well I like to know everything that's going on in my house," Rose
replied.  "Plus when I fall asleep next to a hot chick I always wonder
where she is when I wake up in the morning and she's gone.  Fortunately a
quick check of the videotapes of Jennifer's room gave me all the answers.
You three put on quite a hot show and I had to watch that tape several
times to get a full appreciation of it."

	Rose accented that statement by running her tongue over her
fingers, sending Alyssa an unmistakable signal that send shivers straight
to her pussy.  God Alyssa wished she had seen that.  Rose all nice and
naked playing with her pussy to a videotape of her getting it on with
Jennifer and Michelle.  Alyssa could so easily visualized walking into that
room too and dropping her clothing on the way.  Then she would have given
Rose a hot kiss and shown her that her tongue was better than any finger
could ever be.

	"You have to show me where that room is," Alyssa demanded, her
voice filled with the sexual heat that was threatening to burn through her
panties at the moment.

	"I don't know," Rose said with an evil grin.  "What makes you think
you'll be in a position to see it?  Entry into the house is by invitation
only and do you really think you deserve to be invited back?"

	"Yes!" Alyssa declared, a little too excitedly, but it was an
accurate measure of how she felt about things.

	"Hmmm I'm not so sure," Rose continued with the grin of a sexual
cat finding her mouse.  "I think you might need to earn your way back in."

	"Well I think I already earned my way back in," Alyssa replied,
shooting Rose an identical grin.  "I don't think it was someone else's tape
you were jacking off to this morning."

	"Maybe I just wanted to see Jennifer and Michelle finally get it
on," Rose suggested.  "You were incidental to the whole process."

	"Sure I was," Alyssa said, not believing Rose's lines for a second.
"Was I also incidental all those times I'd get you in my bed and make you
so hot you'd start wailing for me to eat your pussy?"

	"Mmm no, you were pretty indispensable those times," Rose admitted,
her mind fixing on one particularly hot time where she and Alyssa took
turns fucking each other with strap ons while Holly watched, played with
herself and took advantage of whatever hot tongue she could.

	"I knew it," Alyssa grinned in victory.  "So I guess if anyone
should have herself a little yellow brick road right into your version of
oz up there, it's me."

	"I still think you might have to earn it," Rose replied, not giving
up an inch to her co-star.

	"Earn it, huh?" Alyssa inquired, advancing on Rose's body and
beginning to tickle her smooth slim tummy with her hand.  "And how would I
go about earning it?"

	"If you have to ask then you're losing points already," Rose teased
right before Alyssa smothered her lips with her own.  The two girls were
just about to go wild on each other when all of a sudden reality reared
it's ugly head.  The mood was knocked off it's axis when Alyssa heard a
familiar sound emanating from Rose's shorts.

	"You're beeping," Alyssa sighed.

	"What?" Rose asked dreamily, not wanting that kiss to end.

	"Your pager," Alyssa said.  "Someone wants you."

	"Oh," Rose sighed, very disappointed on the outside.  On the inside
though she had a very different train of thought going on.  The only thing
she could think of was "Please God, not now. Not her.  Please not this
again."

	Rose pulled her pager out of her pocket and when she saw the number
her worst fears were confirmed.  Seeing the number on the pager sent
shivers of fear down her spine.  Why?  Why did this have to happen now?

	"I have to take this," Rose declared.

	"You do?" Alyssa asked, slightly shocked that Rose would turn down
sex to take a call.  That wasn't like her at all.

	"Yes, it's very important," Rose said in an oddly flat tone.

	"Ok," Alyssa said, not hiding her disappointment.  It looked like
she was going to have to content herself with her vibrator after all.

	"I'll make it up to you," Rose promised with the familiar twinkle
in her eyes that calmed Alyssa's curiosity over what was going on.  "I have
a few scenes I'd like to rehearse with you and Holly later."

	"I'll hold you to that," Alyssa smiled.  "That and other things..."

	Rose smiled and then left the trailer to return to her own home
away from home on the set.  Her last blast of confidence was all a show
though.  Inside she had turned into an instant mess the second she had seen
that number.  All the anxiety and inadequacy she tried so hard to repress
flooded back.  She wanted to take her pager and chuck it in the first
trashcan she saw, but she couldn't.  She had to make this call.

	Rose got to her trailer and quickly locked the door behind herself.
She dialed the number by heart.  She had dialed it so many times that she
knew it almost as well as she knew her own.  The phone rang twice before
Rose heard someone pick up.

	"It's me," Rose announced nervously.

	"What the fuck took you so long?" the female voice on the other end
demanded.  "You know I don't like to be kept waiting!"

	"I'm sorry Master," Rose answered sheepishly, forgetting her
promise of the last night to never let this happen again.  "I was with
someone."

	"One of your dyke friends?" the woman haughtily demanded.  "Was
that who it was Rose?  Was it one of your hot celebrity cunts?"

	"Don't say that," Rose softly begged, the woman's voice already
bringing her to the verge of tears.

	"Tonight.  11:00," The woman commanded.  "You know the place."

	"Yes Master," Rose agreed.

	"That's what I want to hear," the woman replied smugly.  "You be
there Rose.  You be there or else."

	"I'll be there," Rose said emotionlessly.

	"And Rose...dress pretty for me," the woman commanded before
killing the connection.

	Rose dropped her cell phone from her hand and let it hit the
carpeted floor of her trailer with a soft thud.  She felt as if all the
energy he had had been drained from her body.  She felt so alone and empty.
Rose curled up on her bed and closed her eyes.  Why wouldn't she leave her
alone?  Why wouldn't she stop?

* * * * *

	Alyssa wasn't the only one who was still reveling in the
aftereffects of their morning encounter.  Despite everything that had taxed
her energy over the past day, Jennifer was riding a wave of horniness that
seemed on the verge of tipping her face first into the ocean.  Not that
Jennifer would have minded drowning like that.  If she had to go then that
was how she wanted to do it.

	Jennifer had always loved her dirty thoughts.  Even after she'd
gotten together with Brad she's always indulged herself in fantasies about
cute members of the crew and how she'd drag them off to her trailer for
them to please her.  She had never actually done it, nor had she intended
to, but she still enjoyed her fantasy.  She had always gotten a wicked
thrill looking at the cute guys working over the set and dreaming over what
she'd do to them after she got them out of their clothes.  It was fun to
fantasize and it always got her extra revved for making love to her
husband.  It wasn't like she wasn't happy with the man she already had and
it wasn't like he had any trouble satisfying her, but Jennifer hadn't
wanted to stop her dirty thoughts.

None of the girls in the mansion had really seen how naughty she could get,
but Jennifer had always been very sexually open with the men in her life.
Of course that had changed so dramatically in the past few months and the
more Jennifer indulged herself in lesbianism the more she wanted to do
more.  Jennifer couldn't believe she was still so horny after the pounding
she'd taken last night and the further fun she'd thrown herself into this
morning, but her pussy seemed to be set a permanent level of simmer.

So now it wasn't just the hunky guys on the set that Jennifer stole peeks
at and dreamed about dragging into the closet for a quickie.  It was also
the production assistants serving internships from UCLA with their tight
shirts and barely restrained curves.  It was also the messenger girls that
brought their mail every say.  Jennifer also found herself staring and
entertaining notions about her co-stars, Courtney Cox Arquette and Lisa
Kudrow.  Jennifer had felt such a naughty rush when she finally allowed
herself to wonder what it would be like to fuck her co-stars.  She hadn't
allowed herself to think those thoughts in the past, out of fear that she
wouldn't be able to face them after her fantasy.  But now that she was more
comfortable in her skin, Jennifer allowed herself to wonder what if and it
was mighty satisfying indeed.

It was also getting Jennifer even more worked up and there was no relief in
sight for her.  Damn where was a Winona Ryder guest spot when you needed
one, Jennifer smiled to herself when she recalled the actress' guest spot
last year where Rachel recalled a stolen girl-girl kiss.  It had been very
hard for Jennifer to not push her tongue into Winona's cute little mouth
that day and if the opportunity rose again Jennifer didn't know if she'd be
able to deny herself.

Jennifer had been eyeing Courtney and Lisa all day.  She had seen them
naked before, so there was no difficulty for her to imagine what they
looked like without their clothing.  Still she had no intention of giving
into these desires.  She didn't have the sense of courage that Rose, Alyssa
and Holly or Sarah, Alyson and Eliza seemed to have and she felt that
throwing sex into the mix might hurt their friendship.  Besides Courtney
and Lisa had husbands and Jennifer didn't want to mess that up.  Of course
she had a husband too.

It always seemed to come back to that though.  As much as she tried to come
to terms with all that she'd done and how much she knew Brad would love to
see her be with one of her gorgeous housemates, she couldn't help but feel
guilt.  She loved Brad very much and she'd never cheat on him with another
man, but she felt like she needed this more and more.  On those nights she
and Brad were together in their house, part of Jennifer always longed to be
in her other house with her other life.  She didn't know if she could live
like this forever.  There had been so many times when she had prepared
herself to tell the girls that she was leaving, but she hadn't been able to
do it.  She hadn't been able to refuse the desires they created in her and
she didn't want to deny the pleasure she knew they gave her.

Of course she also didn't want to deny herself the love and pleasure she
got from Brad.  She loved how he touched her and how safe and loved he made
her feel.  If she had to choose, she'd choose him.  She thought.  It was so
damn confusing and it wasn't a thought Jennifer wanted to deal with now.
She wanted to think some more about the hot little interns who were working
on set and how she could promise them they could use her as a reference if
they first showed off their special skills.

But before Jennifer could get those juicy thoughts running around in her
head again, she was interrupted by her ringing cell phone.  Annoyed to be
broken out of her thoughts just when it was about to get good, Jennifer
sounded distracted as she began the call.

"Hello?" Jennifer said, a bit testily.

"Bad time?" a familiar male voice asked from the other end.

"Brad!" Jennifer smiled so brightly she was sure he could see it all the
way up in Toronto where he was shooting scenes for "Confessions of a
Dangerous Mind."

"I was when I woke up this morning," he replied.  "Good to hear you're not
mad for me teasing you yesterday about being dead and all that."

"Oh I am mad...verrrrrrrrrry mad," Jennifer said, trying to pull off an
aggressive tone and failing completely at it.  "You are so going to have to
make it up to me.  I mean it.  Warm baths.  Foot massages.  Rose petals
wherever I walk.  The whole deal."

"Ok...ok...ok," Brad said.  "Let me write this stuff down.  Baths.  Foot
massages.  Rose petals.  Check.  Will you at least wear that outfit I like?
You know the white one?"

"I think you're going to have to do a lot of begging before you see me in
any of my lingerie collection again," Jennifer replied, lowering her voice
so as not to broadcast her conversation with her husband.

"Suits me just fine," Brad declared.  "I like you better out of your
lingerie anyway."

"I walked into that one," Jennifer affectionately sighed.

"You always do," Brad reminded her.  "So what are you up to?"

"Just hanging around the set," Jennifer answered.  "What about you?"

"Sneaking out of some girl's house before her husband gets home," Brad
stated.

"Let me know how that goes," Jennifer dryly replied.  "I want to know if I
have to identify you at the morgue."

"So now I'm the one who's dying?" Brad questioned.  "How do these crazy
stories get started anyway?"

"Probably intercepted cell phone conversations taken out of context,"
Jennifer suggested.

"Oooh good point," Brad replied.  "I'd better end this conversation and get
a more direct connection."

He suddenly ended the call without so much as saying goodbye, leaving
Jennifer quite surprised.

"Hello?  Brad?  Hello?" Jennifer said, not believing he'd just end the call
like that.

"Hello," Jennifer heard a voice behind her say and she immediately whirled
around to see Brad standing there, holding his cell phone and looking
mighty happy with how clever he was.

"You jerk!" Jennifer exclaimed in delight before literally leaping up into
her husband's arms and kissing him passionately.  "You weren't supposed to
be back until Wednesday."

"I wanted to see you a few days early," Brad explained.

"Well in that case you're forgiven," Jennifer smiled before kissing him
again.  She didn't care who saw her kissing her husband.  All the conflict
and guilt that she had just been feeling had disappeared along with the
girl-girl desires she'd just been feeling.  Nothing else mattered for the
moment.  She was with her man.

* * * * *

"Is everything packed up?" Kirsten Dunst asked.

"I just forgot my bag, I'll run in and get it," Eliza Dushku replied,
running inside and leaving Kirsten alone with her thoughts.  Of course
those thoughts were entirely focused on the girl who was running up the
steps toward the house they had been sharing.

Eliza was wearing overalls that day and Kirsten had thought she had looked
so sexy with that blue jeans material covering her body.  She just wanted
to pop the buttons of the straps and push it down so she could get under
her shirt and play with Eliza's beautiful body.  Kirsten just stared at
Eliza's ass while she walked away and felt such wonderful sensations in her
body.

Kirsten had never thought she could feel this way about another girl.  Sure
she had always been curious about being with a woman, but she never thought
she'd actually do it.  But then she and Eliza had taken had taken a trip to
Bermuda on the studio's dime as a reward for the box office receipts for
"Bring It On."  Kirsten had had no idea that Eliza was bisexual when she
made the trip, but she soon found out dramatically when they had gone to
the beach and Eliza had seduced her.

Kirsten had been taken aback at first, but she hadn't been able to deny how
much she had loved Eliza's hand slipping inside the bottoms of her bikini
and finger fucking her to orgasm.  When they finally got back inside and
naked in bed, Kirsten had showed Eliza how much she had loved it and from
that moment on Kirsten was done with men.  Was she a lesbian now?  She
didn't know.  All she knew was that she liked being with Eliza both as
someone to hang out with and someone to spend intimate naked time with.

She had always had such bad luck with relationships.  It sounded like the
old sob story.  Beautiful actress who can have anything she wants...except
love.  But that was how it had always been for her.  She never had had a
long-term relationship that had lasted and Kirsten could picture her rogues
gallery of ex-boyfriends who had all gone after greener pastures.

In her most insecure moments, Kirsten found herself wondering if Eliza was
cheating on her too.  Eliza was much more experienced with being with other
women and sometimes Kirsten worried that she was going to leave her for
someone who was just better at this then she was.  Eliza never gave her any
reason to think she wasn't happy, but Kirsten worried that she wasn't sexy
or bold enough for her.  Kirsten had never been in a relationship like this
before and she just wondered if she was doing the right thing.

Things had been a little strained lately between her and Eliza.  Eliza had
seemed so distant at times, like her thoughts were elsewhere.  She wouldn't
tell Kirsten what was bothering her and that hurt her.  Kirsten didn't want
there to be secrets between them.  They had been making love less and
Kirsten felt like Eliza was slipping away from her.  She had seen that look
with her ex-boyfriends before.  Would Eliza cheat on her?  It was possible,
but Kirsten told herself it couldn't of happened.  Eliza wouldn't do that
to her.

That was why Kirsten was so happy they were going away for this little trip
up to the wine country.  She had been doing so many interviews for
"Spiderman" that she was close to burning out.  She just needed to relax
and she wanted Eliza there to relax her in those special ways only she knew
how to do.  Eliza had happily accepted the invitation and Kirsten had been
looking forward to this for so long.  Perhaps this was just what they
needed to get themselves back on track.  This could fix whatever problems
they were having.

Eliza was just as excited about the trip as Kirsten was.  She wanted to get
to the hotel, push Kirsten down and totally ravish her.  Getting away from
here was a good idea and already Eliza could feel the moisture building in
her pussy over what she could do to Kirsten when they got to their
destination.

Eliza knew they were having trouble in their relationship and she also knew
that she was the cause.  Things had been perfect and she had gone and
messed it all up.  Of course Kirsten didn't know about all that.  She had
no idea of all that had happened when Eliza had gone to Sarah's new house
and ended up in a poolside orgy of pussy that had been the most erotic
thing she had ever been involved with in her life.

But now Eliza had to live with the guilt of having done that while she was
in this thing with Kirsten.  She had never been one for long-term
relationships.  Eliza usually had her fun and moved on, but she had been
with Kirsten for a while now and her usual wanderlust hadn't surfaced,
except for that one day.

She kicked herself every time she thought about how easy it would have been
to bring Kirsten along with her that day.  No one would have minded one
extra hot chick by the pool and she knew Kirsten would have had fun with
all those hot tongues dying to get a taste of her pussy.  But she hadn't
done it.  Eliza had let her lust to make a fantasy come true of fucking
Sarah control her and she had hadn't told Kirsten about where she was going
or what she was doing.

Until she had hooked up with Kirsten, Eliza never would have let something
like this bother her.  She had been a total hedonist, living for the moment
and always seeking the maximum pleasure out of life.  But Kirsten had
gotten into her head and heart like no man or woman ever had.  She was just
totally into everything about her.  Her touch, her taste, her whole
essence...Eliza loved it all.  But with that came the guilt over how she
had betrayed her.  Eliza had had so much fun at the mansion and was dying
to go back, but every time she wanted to indulge herself that she thought
of Kirsten and how she had no idea what had happened.  The guilt chewed
Eliza up inside and that was the cause of the distance Kirsten had been
feeling lately between them.

If people who had problems called them monkeys on their backs, this was
King Freakin' Kong.  She wanted to confess everything to Kirsten and
totally come clean with her, but she didn't know how she'd take it.  She
wanted to make everything ok with them again and maybe they'd be able to do
this on their trip.  Maybe they'd be able to get back to where they were
before.

Eliza grabbed her bag and ran back out to the car where Kirsten was waiting
for her.  Kirsten smiled her beautiful smile when she saw her lover and
Eliza couldn't help but lean over and kiss her sexy lips.

"You ready to go?" Kirsten asked.

"You know it," Eliza answered.  "I'm always ready."

* * * * *

"Stop!  Stop!  Stop the music!" Gwen suddenly commanded.  She and her
fellow No Doubters were practicing for a performance they were going to
give that night and Gwen's heart was far from being into it.  She was
supposed to be singing the band's new hit "Hella Good," but that certainly
was not an accurate description of her mood and she just couldn't fake the
energy and happiness the song needed.

"Is everything ok?" Tony Kanal, the band's bassist asked.

"I just need a break, ok?" Gwen replied, with a slightly snappish tone.
"Give me five minutes."

Gwen didn't even wait for anyone to respond to it.  She just put down her
microphone and walked off the stage.  She didn't acknowledge anyone on her
way, she just walked straight to the dressing room and shut the door behind
her.  There all the bitter tears she had been saving up began to run down
her cheeks.  Gwen gritted her teeth and refrained from sobbing up a storm,
but that didn't stop the tears from coming.

In Gwen's mind all she could think of was Gavin finishing up a concert and
then returning backstage to find a bevy of beautiful women willing to give
it all up to be with him.  She could see him removing his clothing and
whichever slut he picked first servicing his every desire. That bastard.
Why did he need them?  Wasn't she good enough?  Wasn't she pretty enough?
Didn't she give into whatever he needed sexually?  There hadn't been
anything she wouldn't do for him and he still went off and did this to her.

There wasn't a drip of self-pity in Gwen's tears.  She didn't blame herself
for what had happened.  She blamed Gavin.  He was the one who couldn't keep
his dick soft whenever he was around a woman with a hot body.  He was the
cause of her anguish and she didn't deserve this.  She was pretty and sexy
and fun.  She deserved to be treated well.

However, that realization didn't help ease her pain though.  Having seen
the undeniable truth of Gavin's infidelities left Gwen feeling ripped apart
on the inside.  She felt like the whole relationship was a lie.  Part of
her wanted to call him right now in London and tell him to take his
engagement ring and stuff it right up his ass for some groupie to fish out
with her tongue.  But she just couldn't deal with that right now.  Getting
proof of what he was doing was enough for one day without having to end her
engagement as well.

Besides Gwen's thoughts weren't on ending her relationship.  They were on
revenge.  She wanted to find some way to get even with Gavin, even if it
was just something she knew about.  Just knowing she had evened the score
was enough satisfaction for now.  But how could she do it?

She could go off and have a revenge fuck with one of her bandmates but that
probably wasn't the best of ideas.  She could go off with Tom Dumont, the
guitarist, but what would that solve?  Adrian Young, the drummer, was
married and as for Tony, well she'd been there and done that as everyone
who'd listened to "Don't Speak" knew.  No, that would definitely have been
a bad idea.  She supposed she could have herself a little fun with some of
the male groupies who came to the concerts.  She bet a lot of them would
have loved a chance to get with her.  But Gwen didn't feel much like doing
that either.  There had to be something she could do.

Before Gwen could put any further thought into that, though, she heard a
soft knock on the door and sighed.  Someone must be checking on her.

"Come in," Gwen said, wiping away the tears from her eyes with her hands.

"Are you ok?" Adrian asked as he shyly stuck his head into the room after
opening the door.

"Yeah I'm fine," Gwen said, putting on a brave face.  She hadn't told
anyone else about what she had seen that morning.  She didn't need anyone's
pity.  Plus she wanted to come to terms with it herself first.

"Have you been crying?" Adrian asked, sitting down next to her on the couch
and assuming a position of sympathy.

"No," Gwen lied.

"C'mon don't pretend you're not upset about something," Adrian requested.
"You don't usually have the runny mascara look going for you like you do
now."

Damn it, the makeup had sold her out, Gwen sniffed.  That stuff was evil.
Oh well, there was no use pretending now.

"Is it Gavin?" Adrian asked, guessing on what could be making the normally
peppy Gwen so blue.

"Would you believe me if I told you no?" Gwen asked.

"No I wouldn't," Adrian informed her.

"Well in that case yes it is," Gwen stated.  "And no I don't want to talk
about it."

"It's not like you to keep everything bottled up inside," Adrian said,
putting his arm around Gwen in a friendly gesture.  "What'd he do now?"

"Adrian really, I don't want to talk about it," Gwen insisted.  "I mean I
appreciate what you're trying to do here, but I just can't deal with it all
right now.  Don't worry I'll be writing songs about it for the next album
but right now I just don't want to talk, ok?"

"Fair enough," Adrian replied.  "But you're not going to do yourself any
good running away and crying, no matter what it is that happened.
Whatever's bothering you, just pull yourself away from it.  Get yourself
far from what it is and then it won't seem so bad."

"You mean like a vacation from myself?" Gwen suggesting, a bell ringing in
her head.

"Well yeah I guess," Adrian said.  "You're whole personality isn't what's
bothering you, is it?"

"Not really," Gwen answered.  "That just reminded me of some advice I'd
gotten the other day."

"Well whatever it is, just find something that makes you happy and do it,"
Adrian continued.  "If it's a vacation from yourself, that's fine.
Whatever's bothering you about Gavin won't seem so bad after that."

"Thanks Adrian," Gwen replied, smiling for the first time all day.  "You
might make a pretty good counselor someday.  You'd specialize in therapy
through nudity."

Gwen then looked down, indicating Adrian's completely naked state.  It
wasn't a sexual thing that caused him to be dangling right in front of
Gwen, he just always preferred playing naked.  It was kind of a joke now,
but he felt it always allowed him to play better.  It freed him from his
inhibitions and that let him play a better show.  The freer he felt, the
more creative he could be on the drums.

"Oh that," Adrian blushed.  "I guess I just forgot to throw some pants on."

"Don't worry about it," Gwen said.  "I'm used to it.  Frankly I would have
been a bit flustered if you actually had clothes on.  Thanks for trying to
cheer me up."

Adrian and Gwen then hugged warmly.  She couldn't stop thinking about what
Jewel had told her the other night at the party about taking a vacation
from herself.  She wasn't quite sure what that entailed but that sounded
like something she could use right now.  Jewel and she weren't that close,
but they were friendly and if they did something together she knew she
wouldn't be pestered with a million questions about Gavin.  Perhaps she
should give Jewel a call and see what she had in mind in terms of vacations
from oneself.

* * * * *

Of course Gwen had no idea what Jewel's true intentions had been, but
someone who did know exactly what went on behind the doors of that mansion
was Jessica Alba.  She had been a guest at the pool party and she had gone
in slightly reserved and more than a little uneasy about being there.  When
she had left though, she had become a total slut for pussy.  She hadn't
entertained a sapphic thought in years before she'd gotten there, but the
girls had broken down each and every one of her inhibitions by the end of
the day.

If you had ever told her she'd end up in a poolside orgy with some of the
most beautiful women in the world and not a guy in sight, Jessica would
have looked at you like you were from Mars.  But that's exactly what she'd
done and she'd loved every second of it.  She'd done things and had things
done to her that she never considered partaking in and it was like she had
seen the light.  There was a whole world of erotic pleasure out there that
she ignored and she wanted more...much more.

Therein lay the problem though.  Even though they had all exchanged phone
numbers the day of the party and even though Jessica had made a few casual
plans to get back with the girls, nothing had materialized.  Jessica hadn't
been with a girl since that day by the pool and her pussy ached for more
female attention.  It was like a craving that was going unattended and, as
a result, it was growing more and more powerful each day.

Jessica was in her trailer on the "Dark Angel" set as she struggled to
suppress her hunger for pussy.  She was making sure she had everything in
her bag before she went straight from the set to the airport to catch a
plane to New York.  She was scheduled to be on Conan O'Brien's show
tomorrow to promote her series as the time neared for a decision on
cancellation or renewal.  Normally that would have been at the front of
Jessica's thoughts, but all she could focus on these days was how good all
the girls she saw looked and how much she would love to take them to her
bed for some serious naked snuggling.

Usually her co-star, and fiancé, Michael Weatherly, was more than enough
to satisfy her, but she had to have what she had experienced in the mansion
again.  Part of her felt guilty about this, but it wasn't like she was
cheating on him with another guy.  She wouldn't do that to him.  But she
needed this.  She needed the soft touch and passionate kiss of her own sex
and if Michael wanted to even things out by having an affair with another
guy he was more than welcome to.

Thinking of Michael getting it on with another hot guy made Jessica giggle.
Like that was ever going to happen.  Michael was a lot of things, but
bisexual was definitely not one of them.  But Jessica knew she was addicted
to the taste of another woman and she was so horny for a woman's touch to
her young body.  But how could she get one?

She wanted to go back to the mansion so badly, but how did she do that?
She didn't want to call up Love or Sarah or anyone else she'd played with
that day and beg them to invite her over.  They would have thought she was
such a dork.  And she couldn't just go to the mansion knock on the door and
jump on the first woman that let her in.  She'd seem like a crazy stalker
chick.

And it wasn't as if she could go out and cruise the bars for a suitable
female bedmate.  What had made what went on in the mansion so much fun and
so freeing was the total secrecy that went with it.  Everyone had someone
to lose, so Jessica didn't have to worry about anyone there going to the
tabloids and spilling all the sweaty, naked details.  That wouldn't be true
if she went off and picked up the first girl she found.  She could already
see the Star's headline about "Dark Angel's Secret Gay Life."  To say that
was something she wished to avoid would have been putting it mildly.

She had to get herself back to the mansion somehow, but not in a way that
made her seem like she was too needy or too dorky to get herself hooked up
again.  Jessica wrapped her brain around this dilemma and tried to think of
a way to do it.  Maybe she could seduce another hot celebrity and then use
that as a bargaining chip to get inside again.  She could tell them, "Let
me inside and eat my pussy and I'll spill the details."

That idea elicited another laugh from Jessica, but it certainly wasn't
something she dismissed out of hand.  The more she thought about it, the
more she liked that idea.  It would satisfy her burning need for pussy and
it would show the girls at the mansion that she was no lightweight, orgy
hanger-on.  Jessica prided herself on never doing anything half-assed and
that certainly included her newly embraced bisexuality.  But who could she
seduce and did she have the guts to pull it off?

Jessica moaned at the memories of her initial seduction at Love's hands and
lips.  She remembered how confident she had been in her sexuality and how
she hadn't hesitated a second before making her move.  Jessica had found it
impossible to say no to that bouncy sex goddess and it had opened the door
to her to immense pleasure.  Could she be as sexy and sure of herself as
Love had been that day when they had gone up to her room to change into
their bikinis and ended up rolling on top of Love's sheets.

She had never had a problem seducing guys before and she had never had a
problem being sexually aggressive when the situation warranted it.  Sure
any seduction attempt could backfire, but that was risk Love and everyone
had certainly taken at the party and look how that turned out.  So Jessica
felt confident she would have no problem dealing with the problem of if she
could do it.  The only thing left to wonder about was whom she could do it
to.

Fortunately fate, as it often did, had a way of making things easy when a
decision was being debated.  Before Jessica had a chance to begin
evaluating targets for seduction in her horny brain, she heard a knocking
on the door of her trailer.

"Who is it?" Jessica asked.

"It's Amy," the voice said on the other side and Jessica's eyes lit up.
Maybe she was going to have her decision made for her.  Amy Dumas wasn't a
household name, but she was quite well known under the alias of "Lita."
She was a WWF wrestler and she was guesting on the show's season finale.

As the show tried for a third season, they were pulling out the stops.  Not
only was Amy guest starring, the show was being directed by the second most
famous man to ever have the initials "J.C."  Series creator James Cameron
had decided to take the directorial reigns for the first time since he
finished that little independent movie "Titanic."  But he wasn't whom
Jessica was thinking about right now.  Her thoughts were on the redheaded
beauty that was standing right outside her trailer door.  She had been
admiring Amy's beauty from afar all week and now Jessica had to wonder if
she was interested in a little playtime.

"Hold on a second," Jessica said before taking that brief moment to compose
herself.  It wouldn't have been that smart to tackle Amy as she walked
through the door and start humping her leg.  It might have been fun,
Jessica giggled, but not that smart.  She had to test the waters a little.

Jessica then walked over and opened the door to her trailer, letting Amy
in.  Amy smiled when she saw Jessica and it only served to make Jessica
want her more.  Could it be possible that the answer to her needs was going
to walk right up to her like this.  Oh well, no way to find out but to look
and see.

"I won't keep you long, I just wanted to stop by and than you," Amy said as
she stepped inside and sat down on Jessica's couch.  "Everyone's just been
so awesome this week and you've really been so nice to me Jessica.  I
really appreciated that.  If you couldn't tell this was my first time, you
know, doing real acting and stuff like that."

"No need to thank me.  You did great," Jessica assured her, sitting down
next to Amy on the couch and eyeing her over subtly.  Amy was wearing a
loose t-shirt that had been cropped at the bottom to expose her belly and
pants that hung low on her.  They weren't quite as low as they were when
she was Lita, but they were low enough to show that her ring-wear wasn't
all the idea of some WWF costumer.  Her fashion sense came from herself
more often than not.  "I was kind of concerned what you were going to think
of me."

"What do you mean?" Amy inquired.

"I mean I thought you were going to come in as this tough chick who was
gonna to think I was some kind of wuss for having a stunt double and all
that stuff," Jessica explained.

Amy laughed affectionately in response.

"Please, that was never going to happen," Amy replied.  "I think what you
do is great.  It's really awesome.  I love this show.  I was so happy when
I got a chance to be on it."

"Thanks," Jessica said.  "I love your show too."

"Really?" Amy asked, slightly suspicious and raising her eyebrow.  Jessica
didn't seem the type who spent a whole lot of time watching WWF.

"Well not really," Jessica admitted with an embarrassed blush.  "I did see
some of it though."

Before the producer's had officially signed Amy to guest star, they had
given Jessica a chance to familiarize herself with her.  To that end they
had sent a tape of some of her matches over to her and Jessica had been
impressed with what she had seen.  Amy seemed willing to put her body in
harm's way to make it look real and it was entertaining.  It wasn't
something Jessica was going to become a big fan of, but it wasn't something
she was going to make fun of either.

"What'd you think?" Amy asked, happy to have a chance to sit down and just
talk with Jessica.  She seemed really nice and if she was going to pursue
acting seriously ever, Amy wanted to build relationships within the
industry.  Besides Amy never minded hearing a compliment.

"It was cool, I liked it a lot," Jessica declared.  "They sent me a tape of
a bunch of your matches.  I don't know how you do all this stuff.  They
showed me this one where this big guy was attacking you with a
sledgehammer.  I couldn't believe that they did that."

"Yeah that was HHH.  That was really cool," Amy smiled, remembering the
stunned crowd reaction when HHH and Stone Cold had attacked her.  She loved
it when the crowd got into it like that.  It was like a pure adrenaline
shot and they had had the crowd in the palm of their hand that night.

"Cool?  Weren't you nervous that they were going to, you know, really hit
you?" Jessica asked.  "I mean that was a real sledgehammer."

"It's really no different than doing any kind of stunt," Amy explained.
"You just have to not worry about the risks and go out there and do it.  If
you trust the guys you're working with to hit their spots and do it right
then there won't be any problems.  I trusted those guys and it turned out
fine."

"Wow, that's really something," Jessica said.  "I could never do that.  I'm
a tough chick, but if one of those guys came at me I'd just curl up into
the fetal position and hope they'd go away."

"No you're in great shape," Amy told Jessica.  "You'd do fine in the WWF.
You just need to train a lot and make sure you stay in good shape.  You
already have the second part covered.  Now we just have to send you to
wrestling school."

"No thanks, I saw an episode of 'Tough Enough,' I think I'll stay in my
nice safe job beating up soldiers and mutants," Jessica laughed.  "That's
one career I don't think I'm going to jump into."

"Well if you ever want to return the favor and guest on our show then we
can steal you some ring time," Amy suggested.  "You'll have fun with it."

"I don't know," Jessica replied.  "I don't like getting hurt."

"You can get hurt on this show too," Amy said pointing to her neck and
grimacing.

"Yeah I'm really sorry about that," Jessica said sympathetically, as Amy
brought up the slight on-set accident that had occurred during one of her
stunts for a fight scene.

"Don't be sorry, you're not the one that dropped me," Amy stated.  A
stuntperson had literally dropped Amy on her head during filming, but it
hadn't caused any serious damage.  It had just left her with a sore neck.

"How are you feeling anyway?" Jessica asked.

"Just a little sore, it's no problem," Amy assured her.  "Believe me, I'm
used to being sore."

Jessica took a second to ponder things.  She really liked Amy.  She was
sorry they hadn't spent more time together when she was on the set.  She
was smart and funny and, most of all, very sexy.  Jessica took a deep
breath and decided that she had better make her move soon before it was too
late and Amy was wiggling her sexy ass out the door.

"Maybe you need a soft touch for once," Jessica suggested a little too
quietly.

"I didn't hear that," Amy said.  "What did you say?"

"I mean do you think you need a neck massage or something?" Jessica
rephrased her words.  "I'm actually pretty good at that.  There are a lot
of sore people on this set."

"Yeah that would be great," Amy smiled.  "I'm going to have to get myself
one of those full body jobs soon.  All of this can take it out of you for
sure."

I know a full body treatment I can give you, Jessica said to herself with a
smile.  She held her tongue though and simply got up behind the couch and
began rubbing Amy's neck.  She certainly wasn't an expert at neck muscles,
but she knew she gave good massages so she was fairly confident she wasn't
going to screw up Amy's neck any worse than it already was.  Jessica began
to gently massage Amy's neck and soon the redhead began to vocalize her
approval.

"Mmmmm that's the spot," Amy moaned gratefully.  "Rub it right there
Jessica.  Wow, you're boyfriend must love you.  If you can do that to me,
imagine what you can do to him."

"I haven't heard any complaints yet," Jessica smiled.  She had actually
caught Amy giving Michael the eye at one point, but far from being jealous,
one word had popped into Jessica's mind..."threesome."  But since Michael
wasn't here, Jessica was thinking solely about twosomes.  Hearing Amy moan
from her rubbing her neck had her desire kicking in again and she wanted to
start pushing things.

"So what about you, Amy?" Jessica asked.  "Do you have a boyfriend?  I
mean, if you don't mind me asking."

"No, it's fine," Amy replied.  "But no, I don't have a boyfriend.  It's
just really hard to have one when you're on the road so much."

That was no exaggeration on Amy's part.  She barely remembered what home
looked like sometimes and it had been forever since she'd had a steady
boyfriend.  She had no idea how any of these guys stayed married when they
were in this business.  No wonder so many of them had wives and girlfriends
in the company, they were the only members of the opposite sex they saw on
a regular basis.  Amy and her friend Matt Hardy had even once taken their
on-screen romance off-screen, but she and him had decided that they were
better off as friends than as lovers.  She loved him and his brother Jeff
and didn't want to mess things up by getting into a heavy relationship.

"I know how you feel," Jessica admitted.  "It's very hard to keep a
relationship going when you have to be so many places at once.  I guess you
just have to try and have as much fun as you can."

"I think I need a little bit more fun," Amy sighed.  She was feeling pretty
comfortable with Jessica so she didn't mind admitting that.  She didn't
have a stuck up Hollywood attitude or anything.  She seemed really down to
Earth and Amy liked that.

	"I know a way you can have some fun," Jessica said, gathering all
her courage and going for it.  She then leaned down and began to kiss Amy's
neck.


TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3