Harem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me, sir?" Jewel called out.

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

"Where's Rose?" Alyssa demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Rose?"

"What?"

"Are you ok?"

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

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

"No," Rose answered simply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are you going?" Chloe asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Doing this pushed her anger further so Rose pressed on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jewel?" Love said softly.

"What is it sweetie?" Jewel asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A little bit," Love answered.

"Just a little bit?" Jewel challenged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're alive!" Delbert added enthusiastically.

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

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

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

"We all are," Franklin added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" Reese asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it?" Reese asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh God no..." Christina gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks Dr. Bannister," Sarah said.

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

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

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

CONTINUED IN PART 3