Harem

THIS IS PART 4 OF HAREM, CHAPTER 13. PLEASE DON'T READ IT OUT OF ORDER, CAUSE IT MAKES NO SENSE, AND PLEASE SEND ALL FEEDBACK TO KMB2476@AOL.COM

"Let me tell you something about celebrities my boy," the man said, all of his words twisted with the sound of his sharp Australian accent. "Celebrities are useless. They are just a lucky few who hit the genetic jackpot. They serve no real purpose except to distract the idiots from their boring, mundane lives. Celebrities always talk when they should keep their mouths shut and are always expecting you to fall to your knees and orally gratify them just because of how special they think they are. Now we are in the unique position to do something about that. Do you follow me?"

"Yes sir, I do," Scotty Taylor said as he sat inside the office of Duncan Malloy, the publisher of L.A. Beat Magazine. The magazine had begun publishing six months ago and was already infamous in being antagonistic as possible with the rich and famous.

"Good, I like someone who can keep up with me, my boy, few can," Duncan chortled. "We have the responsibility to cut these no nothings with their pretty, brainless faces down to size. Because the public really doesn't love them...they hate them. They hate celebrities because they have what they admire most. There's nothing people enjoy seeing more than a big mouthed celebrity get dragged through the mud. Makes them feel better about themselves, you know. This is what will distinguish our magazine and make us a success."

"I understand Mr. Malloy," Scotty replied. He had been hired by the magazine last month and had started off with a few small articles. Now he was about to be assigned his first big story.

"It's a well known fact that 99% of the celebrities out there support subversive causes," Duncan stated. "I'd call them outright traitors if they wouldn't have 200 of their finest lawyers right up my arse if I dared speak the truth. These celebrities and all their elitist, liberal friends think they control the media, but they don't control Duncan Malloy, I can promise you that."

"They certainly don't, Mr. Malloy," Scotty agreed, knowing it was best to just nod and smile as his boss talked. He actually couldn't do much else but stare at Duncan's suit. The Aussie man was notorious in America for publishing newspapers and magazines with right wing spin and also for his rather unique suits. Duncan had taken to his adopted homeland with zeal and always wore button down suits colored red, white and blue.

"I like you Scotty," Duncan smiled. "You're a real free thinker and that's what I demand of my writers. I started this magazine to keep these people in line and I need you to help me do that. I need you to go out and fight and claw them every step of the way. That's how they do it back in England and that's how we're going to do it here. No piece of dirt is too small, you follow?"

"I certainly do Mr. Malloy," Scotty agreed. He had come to Hollywood with a communications degree and a dream and it hadn't been long before Duncan Malloy's new startup publication had captured his attention. "No amount of dirt is too small."

"There few things I enjoy more than exposing which celebrities hate America and which celebrities are dipping their pens in each other's inkwells, if ya catch my drift boy," Duncan said with a leer and a grin.

"Sure do Mr. Malloy...pens and inkwells," Scotty replied.

"But what's even better than that is when they're off buggering little furry animals and all that stuff," Duncan continued. "That's what people love to read about. They love to read about the stars getting nasty with little kiddies and finding out which men like to bumfuck each other around here. In fact...well that just reminds me of my great unproven story."

"What's that Mr. Malloy?" Scotty asked, noticing his boss' now wistful tone.

"Oh it's nothing...just a little theory I have," Duncan sighed.

"Tell me sir...please," Scotty requested.

"All right, I will," Duncan said eagerly. "But first we have to take some precautions."

Duncan then leapt up to his feet and turned up the stereo in his office. The sounds of John Philip Sousa filled the room and Duncan proceeded to close the shades to his door and window and start whispering.

"I can't be too careful because of their spies," Duncan began. "Their spies are everywhere you know. But I know what's really controlling things around the world."

"What? What is it sir?" Scotty pressed.

"It's the lesbian conspiracy son..." Duncan murmured. "It's a cabal of lesbians seeking to emasculate men and enslave us for procreation purposes. They start out with the famous people and convert them to their sick, twisted lesbian ways and then they use their power to convince our wives and daughters to rise up and chop off our willies while we sleep! They're out there. I just need to find a way to prove it before it's too late. It's my life's mission son."

"Wow," Scotty marveled as he put the pieces together in his mind. It would be amazing if it was true.

"But lets focus on the now," Duncan said, his voice returning to normal as he sat up and pulled up the shade. "This is today's story. I want you to cover the Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears press conference. Show them no mercy. I want you to get your spikes into them and twist them as hard as you can."

"Got it sir," Scotty replied. "Twist them in as hard as I can."

"Good lad," Duncan smiled. "Take Horatio with you so he can take some pictures. Cover the story son and don't let them get away with anything. Remember they're only celebrities. You're the press. They will always have to answer to us!"

Brandon Moore smiled as he took in the city around him. He loved New York. There was no city in the world with as much diverse culture and art that also was completely filled with people that hated each other. Brandon loved that despite all the efforts to make New York City seem safe and wonderful to tourists from Nebraska to Norway, the city was still and would always be one match stroke away from completely exploding. Brandon had been all over the world and no city always seemed to be on the verge of boiling over with tension and chaos like New York.

If there was one thing Brandon had learned in all his years was that there was great beauty in chaos. There was nothing like taking a situation that seemed stable and then manipulating it until anarchy ruled. It was only through true chaos that any type of order could emerge. Brandon had seen enough governments fall to know that.

But Brandon wasn't there to explain his own version of chaos theory or to do a tourist video for New York City as he sat there on a bench in Central Park. He had work that needed to be done. He didn't like taking snoop work. He was a highly trained government agent. He shouldn't have to be looking through windows to see who was screwing whom. But the money had been too good to turn down and the work definitely had its bonuses. Brandon had already seen a few new angles to play in this case. It was just a matter of time before he was ready to strike. He could string along his famous client until then.

However, there were other pressing matters at hand that he needed to take care of so Brandon was going to have to subcontract this job for the day. Fortunately he had just the man in mind to do the job. Now all the guy had to do was actually show up on time for once.

After waiting around for a few minutes on the bench, Brandon finally found his man. Sid DelGrecco was busily finishing off a hot dog as he ambled up to the bench. He showed all of the speed of a 250 pound man who had eaten a few too many hot dogs over the years, but Brandon knew Sid would get the job done. He was the perfect man for the job. He was reliable and knew when not to ask questions about who he was doing the job for.

"You got the stuff?" Sid asked.

"Right here," Brandon replied as he pushed a black carry on bag toward Sid. The bag was filled with the type of camera equipment you didn't ordinarily carry around with you in Central Park, but if anyone had actually tried anything they wouldn't have even had a chance to yell before Brandon crushed their windpipe. Killing someone and ducking away sight unseen was nothing new to Brandon and he wouldn't have hesitated to do it again if provoked here.

"What about the money?" Sid asked.

"You'll get it if I like what I see," Brandon answered. "Get as close as you can get and don't waste shots. If you don't see anything worthwhile then don't bother, but make sure you get the good stuff. Don't fuck this up Sid."

"You don't have to tell me my fucking job," Sid grumbled as he picked up the bag.

"Just making sure," Brandon said before he glanced at his watch. "Alright, you know what you need to do. I'm out of here. I've got a flight to catch. There's a little something I need to take care of."

"Ok Tara, it's all done," the man said and Tara Reid squealed in delight.

"Ooooooh lemme see...lemme see..." Tara giddily requested. She'd been wrestling about whether or not to do this for so long and in the end she hadn't been able to resist.

The man pressed play on his tape machine and Tara sat back to enjoy the show. It was the video she'd made with Rachael, with a few edits to it. Now the identity of her lover was completely a mystery and all anyone could see on the tape was Tara...completely nude and blissfully enjoying some lesbian sex. All you could tell from the tape was that she was fucking another woman. The fact that the other was Rachael Leigh Cook was entirely hidden.

"I love it!" Tara declared, happily clapping her hands together. "You're a wizard Becker."

"Oh honey, it was easy when I have such a beautiful girl here to inspire me," Becker replied. "Believe me that Carson is a fool if he can't see how hot you are."

"Thank you Becker," Tara said before kissing her friend on the cheek. Becker was a video technician and Tara knew if anyone could edit down a copy of her little home movie, then he could. She didn't even have to worry about Becker making copies and bringing them home. He was as gay as a Cher impersonator. In fact that was how he spent his nights, and Tara had always felt that if you couldn't trust a Peruvian man who loved to dress up as Studio 54 era Cher, then who could you trust?

After Rachael had freaked out about the tape and told Tara to get rid of it, Tara had actually considered doing it. But she just couldn't help herself. She had to do this. She had to keep this tape and show Carson she was totally over him now. Tara hadn't forgotten how mean he'd been to her the last time she'd seen him. He'd been with his little slut girlfriend Jaime Pressley that night and Tara had longed to pay him back for how he'd treated her.

Tara had decided to ignore Rachael's advice, but she also had wanted to take steps to protect her friend. She didn't want Carson to find out Rachael was the other girl. That was where Becker came in. He'd edited the tape down to the juiciest parts where it was just Tara in all her naked, orgasmic glory.

"Did you add in the little thing at the end?" Tara asked.

"I sure did," Becker said before he fast forwarded to the end. After the sex part was done there was new footage of Tara looking right into the camera.

"See Carson...I don't need you anymore," Tara smirked on the tape. "I've gotten myself something new and she's soooooooo much better than you ever were. She fucks me better than you could ever dream. Your tiny little cock is nothing compared to what she can do to me with her tongue. I hope you like this Carson. I hope you like knowing that she can fuck me better than you ever could. Bye bye Carson."

The tape then ended and Tara began giggling again.

"It's perfect," Tara laughed. "I love it. I just wish I could see his face when he watches it. I just wish I could be there when he finds how I don't need him anymore."

"Are you sure you want to do this honey?" Becker asked Tara as she ejected the new tape from the machine. "I mean he's gonna be really mad."

"I'm positive," Tara said before sliding the tape into a FedEx envelope. "I don't care what he does. He can't do anything to hurt me anymore."

With the subtlest peek out from behind the curtain, Britney took a gander at the rows of assembled media waiting for her and Christina. It seemed any channel or publication that had an entertainment division was present and accounted for and they were all impatiently milling around, waiting for things to begin.

"Chrissy, I really think we should get out there," Britney pointed out after dropping the curtain back into place.

"Let them wait," Christina declared. "I'm not ready to go out there yet."

They were at their newly rented studio and a stage, complete with curtain, had been quickly assembled for their press conference. Britney was nervously pacing around, anxious for things to happen, but Christina had been the picture of serenity all day. Now the former blonde was sitting in a lotus position on top of a crate with her eyes closed as her portable radio played Debussy's "Clair de Lune" at top volume.

"I think they're getting kinda mad," Britney observed after another peek. Things were supposed to have started 15 minutes ago, but Christina had insisted they wait.

"They can wait Britney," Christina declared. "I am searching for my happy place. Only then can we begin."

Britney began pacing again. She was too nervous to be thinking about going to any happy places right now. She'd focus on that when this was all over. God, she needed a cigarette bad right about then, but the last thing she wanted was the press to capture more pictures of her smoking. They had already condemned her as a bad role model enough times. It wasn't like they cared that living under the microscope they put her under was one of the reasons she had started smoking in the first place.

Her clashes with the press lately had been often and numerous. They had either been ripping on how she dressed, acted or who she dated or they had been declaring her career over. None of those things were what Britney would have considered to be positive press and the conventional wisdom was wrong, there was such a thing as bad publicity. Now she and Christina were going to present themselves and their new venture before the hungry media whores and hope that for once they'd cut them some slack.

Britney wasn't optimistic that the press would be anything but brutal toward them. She wished she shared Christina's ability to just say "fuck it." She let them rattle her, but she couldn't help it. Britney just couldn't figure out why people would attack her and spread lies about her when they didn't even know her. How was that fair? They had this idea about her that was so far divorced from reality it wasn't even funny. It was sad and Britney hated it. She hated how the media seemed to take special pleasure in her misery and now she was out there trying to curry favor with them. She just wanted to get this done and then get to the good part...making music with Christina.

That was the part that she loved and that was the part that excited her. After today it was official...she and Christina would be partners. Naturally the media couldn't know how deep their partnership truly ran, but she at least hoped this would set the record straight about them not being friends. Britney couldn't wait to do this with Christina. It was going to be so much fun and Britney felt confident they were gonna make hot, catchy music together.

"Hey guys, they're getting kind of antsy out there," said Byron, the public relations guy that Britney and Christina had made their first hire.

"Shhh...she's not ready yet," Britney chided, protecting Christina's peace and serenity from the intrusion. Byron then slunk away and, a few moments later, Christina opened her eyes and smiled.

"Ok..let's nail this fucker," Christina said as she clapped her hands, stood up and shut off her music. Britney eagerly giggled and took Christina's hand as they began walking toward the curtain. As they did, Britney had one nagging thought pop into her mind.

"I wonder how Jamie is doing with the guys?" Britney asked.

"Don't worry Britney," Christina assured her. "I'm sure they're getting along great."

"My sister is more famous than youuuuuuuuuu..." Jamie Lynn Spears said as she stuck her tongue out at Waldo, Franklin and Delbert. "I'm more famous than youuuuuuuu. You guys are totally not famous at all."

The three boys just sat their silently and looked at the clock, wondering when exactly it was that Britney and Christina were supposed to get back. Years of CIA training had unfortunately left them unprepared for situations like this...an attack of a bratty tween.

"I am sooooooo totally gonna be more famouser than Britney," Jamie Lynn confidently declared. "I mean she's just a singer and she's totally awesome at that, but like...I'm gonna be a singer and an actress and like a model too. I'm totally gonna model hot clothes and hang out with interesting people who will be wayyyyy cooler than you guys. I'll bet you've never done anything cool in your lives or anything."

"Oh yeah...we once broke into a fortress in Morocco to steal the Bellisarius Device!" Delbert began before Waldo and Franklin clamped their hands over his mouth.

"There must be no further discussion of the Bellisarius Device," Franklin ordered.

"Yeah Del, don't let her drag you down to her level," Waldo said. "You're better than that. You've watched presidents die. We're way cooler than her."

"You guys are weird," Jamie Lynn declared with a frown. She was soooooooo bored. She couldn't believe Britney had left her with these guys. She could have been totally kicking it over at Aaron Carter's house or something and instead she was stuck here. This totally sucked. She couldn't wait for Britney to finish with her boring ol' press conference so she could get out of here.

Jamie Lynn didn't know why Britney wanted to spend all her time with Christina these days anyway. She was so weird and kinda icky. Why didn't Britney want to spend time with her instead? Jamie Lynn knew she was way more interesting than stupid Christina Aguilera anyways. She always asked Britney why she was always with Christina and Britney kept telling her she was too little to understand. Jaime Lynn hated when Britney said that. She was totally mature and knew wayyyy more about the world than Britney thought she did.

"Gawd...it's too boring here to live," Jamie Lynn sighed before wiggling her feet out of her sandals. "Which one of you wants to paint my toenails for me?"

"Ooooooh pick me! Pick me!" Delbert excitedly offered in between licks of the popsicle he had in his hands.

Before there could be any further discussion of Jamie Lynn's toenails there was a sudden and dramatic interruption. With all the grace and subtlety of a bull taking a quick browse through the breakables section of a china shop, a helicopter landed on next to the mansion.

"WOW!" Jamie Lynn declared as she leapt from her seat on the couch and went to the doors by the pool to watch as the helicopter kept it's blades twirling softly and two Army officers exited. "That's so freakin cool!!!!"

"That's our ride," Waldo said as he pulled Franklin and Delbert up with him.

"Where are you going?" Jamie Lynn declared. "I want to go too! I've never been in a helicopter! I've totally been in private jets and all that, but never a helicopter! I wanna go!!!"

"You can't go," Franklin insisted. "Just sit here quietly and wait for your sister."

"Oh yeah and don't touch any of her stuff," Delbert added, remembering the special instructions Britney had given them.

"You have to take me!" Jamie Lynn protested. "You told Britney you'd watch me and if you left now it would totally be like child abuse! I'd so tell on you!"

"We'll deal with the consequences," Waldo replied.

"NO FAIR!!!" Jaime Lynn screamed as she stomped her foot on the floor. "I WANNA GO TOO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME ALL ALONE!! YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!"

"We're leaving and you're staying!" Waldo said firmly.

"I HATE YOU GUYS!!!" Jaime Lynn shouted as she ran from the room, her face flushed with fury.

"Think she'll be ok?" Delbert asked.

"Sure, kids today are very clever," Franklin replied as the two Army officers approached the house to escort them to the destination that was still a mystery. "I'm sure she'll think of some way to occupy her time."

"Let's just grab the gear and get this over with," Waldo declared. "The sooner we get this done, then the sooner we can forget we ever had to do this again."

Back at the studio, the press conference was going about as well as could be expected. The questions had been the usual stuff Britney and Christina had come to anticipate from events. They were asked why they had decided to do this and to comment on the rumors that they hated each other. Though Britney's nerves were being eased about the questions, she was quickly getting bored with this. She wanted this press conference to be over so she could get back to doing fun things.

It wasn't helping matters that, mid-way through the questions, Christina had begun caressing her pussy through her skirt. Britney hadn't worn any panties that morning and Christina had quickly gotten her feeling good and squishy inside. The way the table was set up made it impossible for anyone to see what was really going on between them and Britney had to use all her willpower to keep from moaning from Christina's sexy touch. God, if they only knew the real story, Britney giggled to herself. Now that would be something for them to write about.

Even as she played with Britney's bare pussy, Christina was all business in answering the questions shot out at them. Things had gone well so far and then Christina pointed her finger at one of the guys from E!

"Are you two aware that in response to your announcement, Mandy Moore has also said she's leaving her label and forming her own?" the guy asked.

"She what?" Christina demanded, her voice suddenly growing cold and hard. She pulled her hand away from Britney and bore her eyes straight at the reporter.

"Mandy Moore said she wanted to form her own label too," the reporter repeated. "Do you have any response to that?"

Christina didn't say anything at first, but Britney could see she was seething on the inside. Britney had seen Christina get mad and she knew it wasn't pretty, so she quickly moved in to answer the question.

"That's great," Britney said with a smile. "Mandy's a terrific singer. I'm can't wait to hear what she puts out."

"But it looks like she'll be directly competing with you," the reporter pointed out.

"We love competition," Christina said, forcing a smile as she talked through gritted teeth. "There's plenty of room for all of us out there. Plus it's not really competition because we're us and you know she's just her and..."

"Next question!" Fluffy barked out, cutting off Christina's answer before it got any work. He had been standing to the corner the whole time, lording over the room and glowering when he needed to. He was there to make sure no one fucked with Christina and Britney, who had eagerly signed on for his bodyguarding services after meeting him at the party.

Britney was very grateful for Fluffy's intervention. The last thing they needed was Chrissy losing her temper. She looked over at her friend and saw that she was still aggravated so Britney picked the next question.

"Yes...you...over there in the back..." Britney said, her finger pointing right at Scotty. He shot up from his seat and hurled his question at the two singers like a bullet.

"Scott Taylor, L.A. Beat Magazine...Is this just an attempt to rescue your flagging careers?" the young reporter enthusiastically asked. "Do you think that people might see this as a sign that you two are desperate to keep things going?"

"Dude, what are you doing?" Horatio asked, as he yanked on Scotty's sleeve to get him to sit down.

"It's just what Duncan would have wanted," Scotty whispered to the photographer. "You know...tough aggressive questioning!"

"Is that a real fucking question?" Christina snapped. The reporters murmured as she cursed, their pens picking up speed.

"Yes...it's a real question...do you think people see this-" Scotty began before being cut off.

"I heard what you said," Christina said icily. "Our record sales are just fine. We're doing this because we want to. That's a fucking stupid question."

The gathered reporters attempted to get some more questions out there and take advantage of Christina's newly combative mood, but Scotty managed to shout out all over them.

"How come you two changed your looks? Do you think people had gotten tired of the old yous?" Scotty demanded.

"What is your problem?" Britney shot back. "Why are you bein' such a jerk about this?"

"These are just the questions people want to know," Scotty said, defending himself. "As the Hollywood press corps, it's our job to ask the tough questions."

"You're just being a little fucking prick," Christina snapped. "No more questions for you!"

The reporters then began shouting out questions again, but Christina immediately went back on her declaration when she heard what Scotty shouted out next.

"Excuse me?" Christina said in disbelief, not sure if she could possibly have heard his question right.

"I said...how come you've gotten so fat?" Scotty asked as Horatio buried his head in his hands in humiliation. He couldn't believe that Scotty was asking these questions.

"I an not fat!" Christina spat out, her face becoming visibly enraged.

"Why are you being so mean?" Britney asked, staring straight at Scotty as she wrapped her arm around Christina's shoulder as a sign of support.

"I'm not being mean," Scotty claimed. "These are legitimate questions. Christina, you've looked much chubbier lately. Why is that? Have you stopped exercising? Have you moved next door to a Krispy Kreme? Do you just not care how you look anymore? Why have you decided to become fat?"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Christina screamed as she jumped from over the table and lunged toward Scotty. Fluffy alertly grabbed her and slung her over her shoulder as she screamed and cursed in Scotty's general direction.

"Ummm...this press conference is over," Britney said into the microphone before running out of the room after Fluffy and Christina.

After the two singers left, the assembled media, satisfied that they had what they had come for, began to pack up and leave.

"I can't believe you asked those questions," Horatio said as he shook his head.

"They were legitimate questions," Scotty claimed. "It's just what Duncan said he wanted. People love it when we 'get' celebrities."

Horatio was about to respond to that when suddenly a massive arm reached over and grabbed Scotty by the shoulder.

"You need an attitude adjustment..." Fluffy growled before dragging Scotty away.

"Help me..." Scotty squeaked as he was pulled backstage. Horatio was frozen to his spot. He knew he didn't have a chance against someone of Fluffy's size. He just hoped he'd be able to find all the pieces of Scotty afterwards.

"Please don't kill me!" Scotty begged while Fluffy pulled him behind the curtain and lifted him up in the air. "I have so much to live for! There's so much I haven't done!"

"Your questions are garbage! You're garbage!" Fluffy declared. "Do you know what happens to garbage?"

Scotty didn't have an answer, so Fluffy provided him with one.

"You throw garbage out," Fluffy stated before tossing Scotty's slim body into a nearby garbage can. Scotty easily fell into the large, plastic refuse receptacle and Fluffy proceeded to turn it over on it's side and toss it down the hallway. As it rolled down the ramp of the hallway, Scotty felt like he was stuck in the washing machine on the spin cycle. He rolled over and over again his brains being scrambled and his stomach doing backflips until the ride ended rudely with a crash against some stacked up boxes. The garbage can hit with a crunch and Scotty poked his head out, his face now an unhealthy shade of green. The whole room was spinning but he quickly noticed two figures engaged in animated conversation. Even as sick as he was now, Scotty could tell it was Britney and Christina and that they didn't know he was there.

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!!! WHOEVER THE FUCK HE IS!!!" Christina screamed.

"Shhhh calm down Chrissy," Britney urged. "It's ok baby!"

"IT'S NOT OK!!! THAT LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT RUINED OUR PRESS CONFERENCE!!!" Christina roared, her face red with rage.

"Please calm down Chrissy," Britney begged, seeking to calm her friend. "Let me make you feel better baby."

Britney tenderly pressed her lips to Christina's, who was only too happy to taste her kiss. Christina immediately felt her anger begin to dissipate. There was nothing like a little loving attention to calm a raging fire and Christina smiled and let Britney suck on her tongue. Christina began moaning as Britney's hands crept up to her chest and began massaging her breasts through her clothes. Suddenly Scotty's questions didn't bother her so much anymore. This was reminding her about the one thing in life that really did matter...pleasure.

"Mmmm thanks...I needed that," Christina grinned when Britney pulled away.

"Think there's anything else you'd like me to do to make you feel better?" Britney playfully asked.

"I can think of a few things," Christina replied. "Let's get the hell out of here."

Christina then grabbed Britney by the hands and pulled her down the hallway toward the exit. Scotty couldn't believe what he had seen, his head was still aching and he was still having trouble focusing, but he knew what he had seen. Britney and Christina! They were part of it! The celebrity lesbian conspiracy! It was all real!

As Christina and Britney's press conference had ended, across town in L.A. it was the end of another long series of interviews for Cameron Diaz. There were few things about being a movie star that she hated more than press junkets. She didn't mind the one on one interviews or appearing on Leno or Letterman, but this was such a grind that Cameron looked forward to them about as much as she did going to the dentist for a root canal.

Junkets were the weekend long grinds where a steady stream of reporters would come in and ask you the same questions all day long. They would then all be presented as exclusive interviews with her on every station from Albany to Omaha, but by the end of the day Cameron barely knew which reporter was which and she didn't even care where they were from. They always asked the same questions...was she really friends with Drew Barrymore and Lucy Liu? Did she like wearing the sexy costumes in the movie? What was it like to work with Demi Moore on her big comeback? Cameron felt like all she had to do was reach into her brain and pick out a standard answer to each standard question. There was nothing hard about doing these interviews, it was that they were just so long and boring.

Cameron knew it was important to do them to help sell the movie and she knew that it was all part of playing the game. It didn't mean she had to like it though. On the other hand it did get her in the same vicinity as Drew and Lucy and got her closer to fulfilling the fantasy of hers that she'd been carrying for what now felt like forever.

Ever since she and Jennifer Aniston had hooked up after their strip-cardio class, Cameron had been dying with the need to play with her two Angels co-stars. Something about that class had triggered new desires in her and those desires had drawn her to Jennifer's sexy body. Jennifer had made Cameron want to explore every little bit of her sexuality and when the two of them had finally hooked up after weeks of fantasies, it had been like magic to Cameron. It felt as though a whole new world was open to her.

Soon after she'd discovered just how good a woman's touch could be, Cameron had broken up with her longtime boyfriend, Jared Leto. Her new bisexuality hadn't been the only reason for the breakup, but it had been the straw that had broken the camel's back. There was too much fun Cameron wanted to have right now and she didn't want a bad relationship holding her back. Cameron wanted to chuck her inhibitions and indulge in the sweet pleasure that girls could bring and she wanted to experience that with Drew and Lucy.

They had become such good, tight friends that Cameron felt like sex would just be an extension of the love they already had for one another. Now if only they could find some time to be alone. There had never been that perfect moment for the three of them to play and Cameron as hopeful that this weekend might provide one.

By now Cameron and Drew were already very well acquainted with each other's bodies. In fact almost as soon as Cameron and Jennifer had shared their last kiss, Cameron had been on her way to her friend's house to share every nasty detail about what had just happened. Drew was open about her own bisexuality and Cameron knew she'd love hearing all about her encounter.

At first Drew hadn't believed her, but Cameron had proven it to her by pulling her over and passionately kissing her on the lips. Cameron, Drew and Lucy had always been very affectionate with one another, teasing the press and each other in ways that just bordered lesbianism. It had all been silly stuff, but there had been nothing silly about the kiss Cameron had given Drew. It had taken Drew's breath away and left her in shock. But that hadn't stopped her from quickly returning the favor to Cameron and before either of them knew it, they were naked in Drew's bed as Cameron showed her friend all the pussy licking tips she had just picked up from Jennifer.

There had been numerous encounters between the two of them since then, but none had involved Lucy. They both had talked a bunch of times about how they wanted her and all the things they would want to do to her, but they were both kind of scared to make a move. Cameron and Drew were both bold women, unafraid to go after what they wanted, but they also knew there was nothing more important than friendship. Lovers came and went, but a good girlfriend was something you treasured. Neither Cameron nor Drew wanted to jeopardize their tight friendship with Lucy for sex, even though they both wanted it bad.

In fact, Drew had confessed to Cameron after their first time together that she had never made a move on her for the exact same reason. She hadn't wanted to risk losing her as a friend. Now that they both knew how much they wanted each other, that fear was gone and it made them wonder just how receptive Lucy would be to a girl on girl on girl encounter.

Now that all three of them were stuck in this hotel for the weekend, going through the grind of interviews, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to strike. Drew had gotten them a room in the hotel and had told Lucy to come on by at 2:00. It was getting close to time and Cameron excitedly made her way up. If this worked out, it was going to make the torture of these interviews all worth it.

When she got up to the room, Drew was already waiting for her and, since they were all alone, they immediately fell into each other's arms, kissing happily.

"Mmmm I've wanted to do that all day," Drew sighed as she affectionately ran her hand over Cameron's blouse.

"Tell me about it," Cameron replied. "Thinking about this has been the only thing keeping me sane. I need this soooooo bad."

"I can't wait to give it to you then," Drew giggled before giving Cameron another kiss. This one was more tender and loving than the first. Above anything else the two women were friends. The sex they were now having was just gravy.

"I just wish Luce would hurry up and get here," Cameron said, longing for their absent co-star. "She did say she'd be here, right?"

"Chill girl, she'll be here," Drew promised. "She told me she would and I don't think she'd going to be standing us up."

"Think she'll go for it?" Cameron asked. It was a big step for them to try and bring Lucy into the fun. Lucy had never really shown any tendencies to drift toward the sapphic side of things. But that didn't stop her and Drew from dreaming about her tight Asian body naked and spread open for their horny tongues.

"I dunno Camie, I sure hope so," Drew answered. "It's hard to tell with these things. I mean I never would have guessed you would be into it Cameron, but you sure proved me wrong when you got your tongue in my pussy."

Cameron responded to the memory by squeezing the shorter girl in her arms and kissing her again. She had loved surprising Drew that day. Cameron had still had the taste of Jennifer all over her tongue and to combine that with Drew's sweet flavor had gotten Cameron all kinds of wet. They had touched each other everywhere that night and had continued to grab every chance they had had to play since then.

"Mmmm if she doesn't go for that, then she's crazy," Drew grinned. There was a sudden knock on the door and Cameron and Drew immediately separated. They hurriedly composed themselves, making sure there weren't any tell tale signs of their make out session. It was better to bring Lucy into this slowly instead of shocking her by having her walk in on them mid-kiss.

Drew went to answer the door and, as expected, their co-star was waiting on the other side.

"Please tell me you've got a freakin mini-bar in here or something..." Lucy said as she walked through the door. She looked exhausted and the day was only half over. "I can't do another one of these interviews without a drink."

"I think we can hook you up," Drew said before hugging her friend and kissing her on the cheek. There were a lot of places on Lucy that Drew longed to touch with her lips and she hoped her smooth cheek was only the beginning.

"Thank God," Lucy sighed happily as she gave Cameron the same warm hug she'd just given Drew. Lucy was continually amazed at how people refused to believe the three of them could be friends. They just assumed that three strong willed women naturally would be fighting. Well they had been friends on the first film and it had only grown through the sequel. Lucy considered Drew and Cameron to be people she could confide anything in and she often did. There wasn't much the three of them hadn't done together and Lucy felt closer to them than she had with any of her boyfriends.

"Looking for anything in particular Luce?" Drew asked as she stuck her head in the mini bar and took stock of the goodies they had inside.

"Anything with kick in it," Lucy said, slumping down on a soft leather seat and happily taking a load off. These fucking interviews were just agony.

"Hey Luce here's something you'll like...salted nuts," Cameron grinned as she tossed her friend a bag from the cabinet. The three of them had never shied away from playful crudeness and Cameron hoped that by getting the conversation to sex, things would go smoother for them.

"Mmmmm I could use some nuts in my mouth right now...salted or otherwise," Lucy laughed as she gratefully grabbed the bag in the air and ripped it open. "You know this was a great idea Drew. I never would have thought of it, but having this room is like genius. Now we have a place to relax before we have to get back there for more interviews."

"Well I had another reason for getting this room," Drew said, handing Lucy her drink. "Camie and I have something to tell you."

"What?" Lucy asked, her eyebrows rising. "Is something wrong?"

Cameron hadn't expected Drew to go at this so quickly, but she was ready to follow her lead. After all, Drew had seduced women in the past and she certainly hadn't. She just hoped this would work.

"No, nothing's wrong Luce," Drew said sitting down on the couch across from Lucy's chair. Cameron sat down right beside Drew with a look of nervous anticipation on her face. She hated being tongue tied, but she didn't really know what to say.

"Then what? What is it?" Lucy asked. "You guys can tell me anything. You know that."

"Well, Luce...it's like this..." Cameron began, finding the words waiting for her on her tongue. "Drew and I...well...we're...ummmm..."

"We're lovers Luce," Drew interrupted, saying the words Cameron couldn't quite muster.

Lucy's face was instantly covered in surprise. She couldn't believe it. That wasn't possible. Then, suddenly, a wide smile cracked her lips and she started to laugh.

"Get out of here..." Lucy laughed. "You two are messing with me. Good one though. You almost had me going there for a second."

"No, we're being serious," Cameron said, swallowing hard and spitting out the words. "Drew and I are lovers. We hooked up a few weeks back and well we've been...you know...messing around ever since."

"No way..." Lucy gasped, shaking her head. "You two are for real on this? You're doing it?"

"Oh yeah," Drew smiled, squeezing Cameron's hand and turning to kiss her. Cameron eagerly accepted and soon the two actresses were pressing their lips together and kissing. It wasn't too hard a kiss, but it was enough to show Lucy that this truly was no joke.

"No way..." Lucy repeated, not believing what her eyes were seeing. They'd always joked around about this stuff and she'd obviously known that Drew was bisexual, but Cameron? It just didn't seem possible. She'd had no idea that this was going on and now suddenly a question occurred to Lucy.

"Ummm...why are you telling me this?" Lucy asked nervously. She thought she had a good idea already, but she had to know for sure.

"We want you to join us Luce," Drew answered with a smile. "It's so good baby and we want you to feel the same pleasure we bring each other."

"I...I...thanks...but I...." Lucy stammered. She had to put her drink down on the coffee table or else she was afraid she was going to drop it. This was so surreal. Her best friends had been fucking and they hadn't told her. Now they wanted her to join. It was too much and Lucy reflexively stood up.

"Luce, it's so wonderful," Cameron said hoping to talk her friend into this. "I never knew how good it was to be with a girl until recently and now I can't get enough. Drew and I have wanted to get you into this since we hooked up. You're our friend and we want you to be more."

"I can't...I just can't," Lucy said nervously as she began backing away from Drew and Cameron. "That's...ummm...it's just not me. I'm not into girls."

"Have you ever tried it Luce?" Drew inquired.

"No!" Lucy answered a little too quickly. She could feel like she was messing this up. She was shocked about this, but it wasn't like she suddenly hated Drew and Cameron. She was ok with them doing this...but she wasn't into girls. Lucy couldn't believe she was in this position. All she wanted to do was get out of here without Drew and Cameron thinking she was some kind of homophobe.

"You never really know until you try it sweetie," Drew said, speaking from her years of experience. "C'mon Luce...let us show you how good it is."

"I've...I've gotta go!" Lucy said before running for the door. She didn't look back at Cameron and Drew. She just ran for it and escaped back into the hotel's hallway.

"Shit!" Cameron said sadly, kicking the couch in frustration. "We fucking blew it."

"It's ok Camie," Drew replied. "If Luce doesn't want to play, then she doesn't have to. I mean we weren't going to force her, were we?"

"Well no, but I was hoping she'd at least want to mess around or something," Cameron sighed.

"Well you never know, she might come back," Drew, ever the eternal optimist, opined.

"Yeah right, she couldn't wait to get out of here," Cameron muttered. "She's probably never going to speak to us again."

"Now you're just being silly," Drew pointed out. "She's our friend. Of course she's going to speak to us and well, this might still work out. Things have a way of turning out for the best sometimes."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Cameron replied. She was completely bummed about Lucy's response. Fortunately, Drew had just the thing to cheer her up.

"You know we still do have this room," Drew pointed out. "And I see a soft bed over there that's calling our names."

Drew then leaned up and kissed the leggy blonde before her. Cameron didn't hesitate to return the kiss and they were quickly lost in each other.

"Mmmm you're right," Cameron smiled. "No sense wasting the opportunity while we've got it."

"My point exactly," Dew said, taking Cameron's hand and leading her toward the bed. "And if Luce decides to come back...then so much the better."

As Alyssa was driving it was hard to keep her eyes on the road because it was so much more fun to concentrate on the fantasies in her head. She hadn't gone out and done it on purpose, but it seemed as though her diet had consisted mostly of pop princesses lately. Britney...Christina...Michelle...Avril...It had been nothing but girls either in their teens or just out of them and Alyssa needed something more. She needed a real woman.

Not that Alyssa was complaining about those girls and what they'd done to her. They were all hot and their pussies were so sweet, but Alyssa needed someone with experience and more developed maturity. Those girls were just kids. Alyssa needed someone like Rose or Sarah. Someone who had a full sense of their sexual powers and knew just how to use them. Unfortunately, they were both out of her reach, but Alyssa was optimistic about the prospect she was traveling to see at that very moment.

Alyssa had known Jaime Pressly for years before she guested on "Charmed" and as soon as she had seen the blonde actress in her mermaid costume, Alyssa had known she had to have her. Jaime was so beautiful, with a tight, firm body that oozed sex. She also had an edge of danger and mystery to her that Alyssa found so appealing. It was part of what she liked so much about Rose. You could look at the two of them and feel that they had no sexual limits...that there was nothing they wouldn't be into. Jamie had that sharp Southern voice of hers and a stare that could turn any victim into ice and it all just made Alyssa want her more.

There hadn't been a good opportunity when Jaime had been on the show for Alyssa to try and make a move on her, but now a golden opportunity had fallen right in her lap. Out of the blue a few days ago Jaime had called the mansion. The fact that she had called looking for Love had been irrelevant because Alyssa was able to get a lunch invitation out of it. Jaime had called again that morning to see if Alyssa had wanted to come over to make good on the invitation. Naturally, Alyssa had accepted. She didn't know what Jaime was cooking up for her, but she hoped it would be a pussy buffet.

Alyssa had no idea if Jaime was into girls or not. There had always been rumors about her, but Alyssa knew those went hand in hand with Jaime's tomboyish look and attitude. Just about any female who spoke her mind like Jaime did was tagged a lesbian at some point, so Alyssa had never paid the rumors much mind.

But even if Jaime had never had the slightest girl/girl thought in her life, Alyssa was totally confident that she could bring her around. All she had to do was think back to her encounter in the Frederick's changing room with Heather Locklear and then to the hotel room with Avril Lavigne. Those girls had both been straight going in and Alyssa had turned them over to lesbianism. She had no doubt she could do it again and as she drove Alyssa was thinking about everything she wanted to do to Jaime's hot, firm body. She had packed up nearly a year's worth of fantasies in her head and by the time Alyssa had gotten through them, she was pulling up to Jaime's house.

Hopping out of her car, Alyssa eagerly walked up to the front door. She had to stop and tell herself to calm down. She couldn't just rush up and kiss Jaime on the lips when she saw her. Alyssa knew better. She knew that she had to take it slow and show Jaime just how sexy a woman's touch could be.

When she reached the door, Alyssa found a note waiting for her.

"Lyssa, come on in. I left the door open for you. Jaime."

Since this wasn't Mayberry, Alyssa found it a bit odd that anyone would leave their door open, but Jaime had always been the type of girl to ignore conventions, so why should this be any different. Alyssa opened the door and walked inside. She didn't want to start bellowing out Jaime's name, so instead she began looking around for her friend. There wasn't any sign of her in the kitchen or anywhere else downstairs, so Alyssa walked up to the house's second level.

There weren't any signs of life up there either and Alyssa was starting to get a little creeped out by this. Something wasn't right here and Alyssa felt a touch of paranoia as she pictured someone about to jump out from a corner and drag her into the basement for nefarious purposes.

Suddenly Alyssa heard a noise behind her and she nearly jumped up in the air in response. She managed to steady herself, though, and Alyssa quickly turned to see that the noise was merely a door opening. Steam poured out of what Alyssa deduced was the bathroom, but that wasn't what grabbed Alyssa's attention and held it tight. It was the fact that Jaime walked out of the door and into the hallway completely naked as she dried her hair from her shower.

At first Alyssa was dumbstruck. She'd seen Jaime naked before from her Playboy spread and her ventures into late night cable soft porn like "Poison Ivy 3", but that was nothing compared to seeing her in the flesh, with water glistening off her bare skin. Jaime's firm breasts curved out proudly and her stomach still had the toned flatness of the gymnast she used to be. Her long legs drew Alyssa's attention down her body as she found herself fantasizing about kissing every inch of those gams. And of course Alyssa couldn't help but focus on the completely shaved pussy that gave Jaime's body such a sensual center.

Jaime didn't seem to notice her at first as she dried her hair, so Alyssa finally found the willpower to stop staring and speak up.

"Ummm...Jaime?" Alyssa said, even as her throat went dry from the vision before her.

"Holy shit!" Jaime gasped in surprise. She immediately ducked back into the bathroom and came back out covering herself in a pink towel.

"Sorry Jaime, I just saw the note...and I couldn't find you so I came upstairs and..." Alyssa said, trying to explain her presence. She was a little embarrassed about this, but she didn't regret it for a second. Being able to see Jaime's naked body was totally worth it and Alyssa only hoped she'd be seeing it again real soon.

"No it's my fault Lyssa," Jaime claimed. "I just wasn't expecting you. I figured I had a good few minutes to get myself dressed, but I guess I was wrong. It's totally ok though. Not like anyone hasn't seen what I got before."

"Good point," Alyssa replied with a knowing smile. She hoped the desire she was feeling for Jaime wasn't too apparent. She didn't want to freak the blonde girl out. Alyssa knew she had to find just the right moment if she wanted to attempt a seduction here. She had to be bold, but not careless.

"C'mon in, no sense getting shy now," Jaime said in her clipped, sexy drawl that had Alyssa dreaming of how good dirty talk would sound coming out of her lips. Jaime didn't have the long drawn out accent of a southern belle, but more of a direct and to the point speech. It was like every word out of her mouth was saying "Yeah, I'm from the south, got a fucking problem with that?"

Jaime walked into her bedroom and Alyssa obediently followed. Since this was supposed to be a casual get together, Alyssa had just slipped on some black shorts and a t-shirt. Modesty forced her to put some underwear on and the more time she was with Jaime the more Alyssa felt her body squirm under her clothes. God, she needed to get naked and since they were now in Jaime's bedroom, Alyssa hoped it wouldn't be long before she would have her chance to make a move.

"Grab a seat...I gotta get some clothes on," Jaime said as she casually gestured toward a chair near her bed. Alyssa did just that and took a moment to get a look around Jaime's bedroom. She quickly deduced that they were total opposites when it came to their rooms. Alyssa wasn't a slob by any means, but she liked to throw her clothes around now and then and leave things messed up. The only word Alyssa could summon for Jaime's room was "meticulous." There wasn't a piece out of place. It seemed like as if a speck of dust dared enter, Jaime would use a laser stare to blast it into oblivion.

Of course Alyssa quickly found herself distracted by the immaculate bedroom when she saw Jaime drop the towel and expose her body once again. Nothing could pull Alyssa's attention away from that body, especially when the blonde turned around to give Alyssa a delicious view of her ass. Jaime was all muscle on her backside, but hadn't lost her womanly curves and Alyssa felt herself getting dangerously close to drooling.

Even when Jaime was in a relaxed state it looked like she was ready at any moment to pounce like a panther and Alyssa was dying to be pounced right about then. She tried not to stare at Jaime, but figured why fight it? She liked what she saw as Jaime rooted through her closet and stuck out her bare ass as a tantalizing sight for Alyssa's horny eyes. There was no way that Alyssa couldn't stare at that.

"Whoa what's with the look?" Jaime asked as she turned around holding a sundress against her naked body. She had been about to slip it on, but Alyssa's look gave her pause.

"What look?" Alyssa asked innocently. She knew she'd been caught, but decided it couldn't hurt to feign a little ignorance.

"That look," Jaime said, pointing right at Alyssa's face. "God, you look like you want to fuck me or something."

This was it! Alyssa knew she was never going to get a better opening than this.

"And what if I did?" Alyssa asked, her voice on full carnal mode. "What if I wanted to fuck you Jaime?"

Jaime cracked a smile on her face, but quickly saw that Alyssa wasn't joking.

"Are you serious?" Jaime asked.

"Mmmhmmm," Alyssa nodded. "Jaime, right now you look good enough to eat and I'm pretty fucking hungry."

"Holy shit," Jaime gasped in visible disbelief. "I never thought that you...you know...were into...that."

"Ever been with a girl Jaime?" Alyssa asked as she got up from the chair and began sauntering toward Jaime.

"No..." Jaime answered softly, still clinging the dress to her naked body.

"Then I have so much to show you then," Alyssa grinned wickedly before leaning in and kissing Jaime's lips tenderly. Jaime's eyes flew open in surprise, but Alyssa didn't hesitate or entertain second thoughts. She wanted Jaime and she was going to have her.

The feel of their lips together was electric. Alyssa could feel Jaime holding herself back, but she sensed it wouldn't be long before the blonde was returning the kiss and then some. Alyssa kept their lips together, deepening the kiss slowly as she began to push her tongue into Jaime's mouth. As soon as she felt Alyssa's tongue inside her, Jaime suddenly stepped away.

"No...I...I just can't do this...I'm not into girls," Jaime said. Alyssa could hear her nerves, but also detected aroused curiosity there. It looked like she would just have to coax Jaime a little more.

"Now how do you know that if you haven't tried," Alyssa pointed out seductively as she pushed the dress out of Jaime's hands and once again exposed her naked body. "I want you Jaime. I've wanted you ever since you were on the show. I want to make you feel so fucking good that you won't be able to stand it. I'm going to make you crave pussy as much as I do. Let me show you how good it feels baby."

As Alyssa was talking she began tracing her fingers over Jaime's breasts. She teased her friend's nipples and Alyssa grinned when she saw those pink points begin to harden with arousal. She knew Jaime would be into this. All she needed was a little bit more incentive.

"What's the matter Jaime, don't you like sex?" Alyssa asked, knowing Jaime never backed down from a challenge. "Don't you like feeling pleasure?"

"You know I do..." Jaime said in a near whisper. Her face looked nervous still, but more and more intrigued with what was happening.

"Don't you think you're hot enough for me?" Alyssa smirked wickedly. "I think your body is amazing and there's so many things I want to do to it."

"I know my body is....ohhhhhhh God....good...I...ooooooooooh don't stop," Jaime moaned when Alyssa leaned down and began flicking her tongue against Jaime's nipples. "It's just that....yesssssssss....ohhhhhhhh fucking yessssssss...I've never done this..."

"There's a first time for everything baby," Alyssa reminded the blonde girl before getting back to her tongue play. Alyssa now had Jaime backed up against her closet, her bare ass pressing against the mirror on the door. Alyssa picked up speed against Jaime's nipples, tonguing them with a gentle intensity that drove Jaime high with pleasure. Alyssa did know just how to use her tongue and sounds of desire slipped from Jamie's mouth.

As Jaime moaned, Alyssa batted her pleasure points back and forth, teasing them with her fingers after getting them wet with her tongue. When Alyssa began sucking on them, Jaime's cries only increased.

"Ohhhhh yessssssss Lysaaaaaaa..." Jaime hissed in pleasure. "God, it feels so fucking good. Mmmmmmmm much better than a man!!! Is all of it this good? Ooooooh I love it!"

"It gets even better than this," Alyssa promised with a sexy grin. She knew she had Jaime now. It had been so easy and Alyssa couldn't wait to get at that smooth pussy of Jaime's. Alyssa was actually surprised that this was Jaime's first time with a girl. She would have figured she'd have done this a long time ago. She just seemed the type to be open to female affection.

"Lyssa...I don't know...ummmmmm yessss...I just...oooooohhh..." Jaime moaned. While she was speaking her reservations, her body was betraying her arousal. Alyssa could smell how hot Jaime was getting and it turned her on even more. Now more than ever Alyssa felt imprisoned in her clothes. She wanted to tear them off and get naked with Jaime. But she held on to her self-control and kept concentrating on Jaime. The blonde actress began stroking Alyssa's hair while she sucked on her nipples. Alyssa loved the feel of Jaime's hand on her head, imploring her to go forward even as her voice expressed doubts.

"I'll make a deal with you Jaime, ok?" Alyssa said, pulling her head up and watching Jaime nod her head in assent. "The second this stops feeling good, all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will. But I know you won't tell me to stop because I can make this feel better than any fucking thing you've ever felt. How's that sound baby?"

"Mmmm goooooood..." Jaime groaned as Alyssa's hands latched onto her breasts while she kissed all the way down her flat, super toned tummy. Jaime's body was lean and so sexy. Alyssa lavished wet kisses all over her stomach and down her body toward her bellybutton. The call of Jaime's pussy was powerful, but Alyssa couldn't stop herself from indulging in her flesh first. This tight, toned body drove Alyssa crazy and she demonstrated it by leaving wet kiss marks of pure lust everywhere she could on Jaime's bare skin.

"Mmmmm it's too bad you already took your shower Jaime, because I am going to get you so fucking dirty now," Alyssa giggled, her eyes ablaze with horniness.

Alyssa's words sounded so good to Jaime and she responded with an excited moan. She still looked as though she was trying to fight off her raging arousal, but Alyssa could see her resolve weakening by the moment. Jaime couldn't hide how wet her pussy was getting and when she started pushing Alyssa's head down lower, the brunette knew that there would be no more resistance.

"You better keep your promises," Jaime shot back, telling Alyssa that she'd better not disappoint.

"Oh I will, don't you worry about that," Alyssa guaranteed. "I'm going to make your pussy drip right onto my tongue. You've never been fucked like you're going to get fucked now Jaime."

Don't be so sure of that, bitch, Jaime thought to herself, stifling back a smirk as she reminded herself she was supposed to be playing hard to get here.

"Ooooh make it good Alyssa," Jaime sighed as Alyssa began kissing down her stomach again, sinking to her knees so she could kiss and nibble at her thighs. "Make it as good as you promised.

Alyssa got closer and closer to Jaime's pussy with each kiss and she could easily see how wet the blonde was now. Christ, her pussy was practically a river of desire. Jaime was overheating with excitement and Alyssa didn't mind patting herself on the back a little for getting her that way. She'd turned another straight chick and it had been so easy. Alyssa knew she was going to have to use this power of hers more often.

"God you're so fucking wet," Alyssa marveled when her face was right up against Jaime's juicy cunt. "What do you want me to do Jaime? Do you want me to kiss this pretty pussy of yours? Do you want me to suck and lick on your hot, shaved lips?"

"Yessssss...God yessss..." Jaime grunted, her need for pleasure obvious. "Don't make me wait! Give me that tongue of yours Lyssa!"

Alyssa could feel Jaime's hand on the back of her head again, pushing her forward so she decided not to make her wait any more. Juice was dripping off the smooth lips of Jaime's pussy and Alyssa took care of it in one swift motion, licking Jaime's slit clean with a hard tongue swipe.

"Ooooooooooh fuck yeah!" Jaime grunted, both of her hands now firmly on Alyssa's head, holding her on her knees against her pussy. "Lick it good Lyssa! Lick my tight little cunt! God...I can't believe you're fucking doing this to me but it feels awesome baby!"

Just as Alyssa had imagined, it sounded so good to hear those nasty words coming out of Jaime's lips. Some people had complained about her voice in the past, but Alyssa was totally loving it. She wanted to hear more from her and she knew just how to get what she craved. Alyssa began licking Jaime harder, running her tongue up and down her slit and licking off each fresh coating of juice that dripped from her overheated pussy. The harder she licked, the harder Jaime gripped her head, not wanting to give Alyssa any possibility of escape. Not that Alyssa was thinking about bolting. She was going to stay there until she got every drop of Jaime's girl honey.

"Lick harder Lyssa!" Jaime urged, her hands full of Alyssa's dark hair. "Mmmmmm your tongue feels amazing in my pussy! Ohhhhhhhh we should have been doing this so fucking long ago! Get that tongue inside me! Lick my clit you nasty slut! Eat my pussy like you mean it!"

It was obvious to Alyssa by now that Jaime was someone who loved being in control. Normally Alyssa wanted to be the one on top but Jaime wasn't letting her get her way this time. Her encounters with Rose always seemed to devolve into a power struggle, albeit a mutually satisfying one. But this time Alyssa was willing to let Jaime lead her. She liked the feel of her hands gripping and pulling on her hair and she knew they must have made quite a sight...her on her knees and still fully dressed as Jaime stood naked before her, rubbing her naked ass against a mirror as she grunted and cursed with pleasure.

Jaime's pussy cream was being spread over Alyssa's lips as the blonde began to unconsciously grind her dripping snatch against her lips. Jaime was too tasty for Alyssa to quibble about who was in control. She wanted this bad and Alyssa wanted to give it to her over and over again. She'd turned her to bisexual so damn fast, that Alyssa wanted to make sure Jaime had nothing to regret when the inevitable second thoughts began to creep in.

Alyssa's tastebuds were very happy to be coated in Jaime's tangy flavor and she was getting so wet that it was as easy as a hot knife cutting through butter for her to slide into her cunt and get at her pink. Alyssa helped matters out even more by reaching up and spreading Jaime open with her fingers. She was so tight and coiled that Alyssa wondered if she'd even been with a guy lately. Whatever the reason, Jaime was wet and tight. She was so ready to get fucked and she let Alyssa know it.

"Mmmmmmmm you little slut...fuck me!!!" Jaime cried out. "You made me this fucking horny now you better do something about it! Eat my cunt you nasty whore!"

It had been Jaime's intention to murmur sweet nothings to Alyssa until she was hers, but she couldn't help herself. She had to be nasty. Luckily, Alyssa seemed to love it and it was making Jaime so wet. Alyssa's tongue did feel good inside her. She hadn't been licked so enthusiastically in a long time. Alyssa knew just where to bury her hot little tongue and just how long to lick. Jaime's clit was on fire with need and Alyssa was giving her just what she craved. She'd been stoking herself up for this all day and the orgasm she'd stored up was close to bubbling over in a big way.

"Ooooh you're getting into this," Alyssa grinned as she pulled her sticky face away from Jaime's wetness and looked straight up at her. "I knew you'd love my tongue in your pussy baby. You had that needy look about you girl. Mmmmm when I'm finished with you Jaime, you're gonna need to have your pussy licked by a girl every day."

"Stop talking and keep licking!" Jaime ordered before shoving Alyssa's face back into her cunt. She then reared her head back and released a long and happy groan as Alyssa's tongue slid back inside her and went right after her clit. None of the girls she'd ever taken knew just how to lick her like Alyssa did...well there was one who was even better, but Jamie held her in up to a special level.

Alyssa bathed Jaime's clit with long, steady licks like a fucking machine, not missing a beat as she drove her to horny highs. Jaime could feel her clit throb against Alyssa's tongue and she gripped her tighter. She wasn't going to let Alyssa slow down a bit.

If it had been anyone else holding her down like this, Alyssa would have spanked them hard right on the ass or given their clit a nip, but it felt natural to be before Jaime like this. Maybe she had a dormant sub side or something, Alyssa figured. But she knew she could psychoanalyze herself later. Right now she had a hot pussy to attend to. Alyssa's hands had been lying to her sides during all this and now she used them to pull up her own t-shirt and tease her nipples through her bra. It felt so good to touch herself while she feasted on Jaime, but Alyssa wasn't content to leave her hands there. She wanted another feel of Jaime.

Alyssa pulled Jaime forward just enough to pull her away from the mirror. This gave Alyssa all the room she needed to get her hands on Jaime's toned ass. The blonde moaned in pleasure as Alyssa's hands squeezed her tight butt cheeks. She loved being touched like that and Alyssa's hands felt so good on her ass.

"Yesssssssss squeeze those cheeks..." Jaime groaned. "Mmmm I wanna feel you all over my hot ass! Feel that fucking sculpted ass of mine! Bet you wish you had an ass this hot, don't you Lyssa!"

Lyssa thought her ass was plenty hot and didn't need much improvement, but she kept that thought to herself. Instead she just moaned an affirmation into Jaime's pussy as she worked her over. Alyssa had moved away from Jaime's clit for the moment and was concentrating on tongue fucking her snatch. Alyssa's tongue pushed in and out at rapid speed, bringing more and more of Jaime's hot juices down her throat. Craning her eyes to the side, Alyssa caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and she loved what she saw. All she could see was Jaime's ass and her hands tightly gripping it, but that was enough for her. She loved seeing her ruby red painted fingernails on Jaime's tanned flesh, spreading her cheeks open and exposing her puckered asshole to the open air. Alyssa hoped it wouldn't be long before her tongue was deep inside that hole too.

"Fuck me Alyssa!" Jaime urged. "You're getting me so hot you fucking bitch! Fuck me with that nasty tongue! Get it deep in my cunt so I can come down your throat! Mmmmmm that's just what you want! My hot cum dripping down your throat and filling your belly! You fucking little whore! You wanted to see me naked, didn't you? You wanted to get me against the wall so you could pound my cunt with your tongue like the pussy loving whore you are! FUCK YES LYSSA!!! EAT MY MOTHERFUCKING TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY!!!"

Jaime sure didn't talk like a first timer, but Alyssa supposed she'd just had a lot of hot, nasty fun with guys. She wondered why her pussy was still so tight if she was experienced as she let on, but Alyssa didn't think long about it. Jaime had always been a bunch of riddles and contradictions for as long as she'd known her, so why should this be any different.

"OHHHHH SOOOOOO CLOSE LYSSSSSA!!!" Jaime screamed, her passion continuing to grow with each passing word. "FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT TONGUE!!! MAKE MY PUSSY CREAM ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING FACE ALYSSAAAAAA!!! YESSSSSS IT'S JUST AS GOOD AS YOU SAID IT WOULD BEEEEEEE!!!"

Jaime's grip was starting to loosen now, but that was only because all her energy was being focused on her nearing orgasm. Her legs were starting to shake and it was hard to keep standing. Holding onto Alyssa's head was the only thing that kept Jaime upright as her body shook and quivered in anticipation. Sweat was rolling down her neck, forehead and back as Alyssa drove her closer and closer with every tongue thrust into her pussy. Her orgasm was almost there and Jaime impatiently waited for the crashing pleasure.

It wasn't hard to see how close Jaime was so Alyssa knew it was to get back to her clit. She started sucking on it like a fiend, as if she could reach her own satisfaction just by making Jaime come. Alyssa pinched Jaime's swollen red clit with her fingers and sucked hard on it with her horny lips. A second later she was greeted with the flood of girl cum she'd been craving since she got that first phone call from Jaime the other day.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!" Jaime roared with a hard thrusting against Alyssa's face. Jaime's body bounced back and forth from the mirror to Alyssa's face. Her ass smashed Alyssa's hands into the mirror while her body bucked in orgasmic pleasure. Fortunately the bucking of her hips wasn't too hard, so Alyssa wasn't feeling any pain, but even if she had been it was doubtful she even would have noticed it. The sensation of drinking down Jaime's rich, tangy girl cream was enough of a pleasurable distraction for Alyssa to not notice much at all. Girl cum splashed against her tongue and Jaime fucked her face hard. Through it all Alyssa kept her hands tight to her ass and her mouth glued to her cummy pussy.

"YESSSSS OHHHHHH YOU FUCKING LITTLE SLUT!!!" Jaime screamed. "SWALLOW THAT CUM LYSSA!!! DRINK DOWN MY HOT FUCK CREAM!!! OOOOOOH BABY YESSSSSSS!!!"

Alyssa peered up from Jaime's pussy to see her friend's face frozen open in rapture as bestial grunts and groans escaped her lips. Seeing Jaime like this was such a turn on that Alyssa had a small orgasm of her own, soaking her panties without even so much of a touch to her pussy. It was just a tiny one though. Alyssa knew she could do much better and she hoped Jaime was going to help her.

Jaime's orgasm died down to soft cries and moans and her legs finally gave out on her. She gently fell to the carpeting and found herself greeted by Alyssa's kisses and caresses. Jaime tasted herself all over Alyssa's lips and complimented herself on a job well done. She had Alyssa totally convinced that she'd just seduced her.

Of course Jaime had planned everything. She'd been waiting in her bathroom, listening for Alyssa's footsteps and timing it so the girl would see her emerging naked from the bathroom. The rest had been easy. She'd known Alyssa would have been unable to resist putting the moves on her after seeing her glorious naked body and it had been so easy for Jaime to just stand back and let Alyssa do all the work on her. She just had to stand there and play the role of the shy virgin, shocked by a lesbian advance, but wanting to experience the pleasure.

Now she had Alyssa thinking she'd just "converted" her and it felt so good to know Alyssa had bought the whole act. Jaime knew that Alyssa would want her to return the favor and she grudgingly geared herself up to do it. This was the hard part. Jaime hated giving pleasure. What she really wanted to do was throw Alyssa on the bed, strap her toy on and rape her ass, treasuring each and every one of her screams as she transformed Alyssa's cocky personality into one of a simpering, obedient little bitch like Tiffani.

If only Alyssa knew that Tiffani was locked up in her guest bedroom, ball gag in her mouth and tied to the bed. She'd made Tiffani dump her fiancée and now she totally belonged to her. Jaime wanted to give the same treatment to Alyssa, but she stopped herself. It was too soon for that. She had bigger game in mind and she needed Alyssa to lead her right there.

"God, Lyssa...how did you learn to do all that?" Jaime gasped as she played with Alyssa's hair and slipped back into the role of the freshly seduced.

"I've had plenty of practice," Alyssa said with a satisfied and cum covered smile.

"With who? Who's the lucky girl?" Jaime inquired.

"It's a whole bunch of girls and that's top secret," Alyssa contended. "Of course you might be able to get that secret out of me."

"Oh? And how can I do that?" Jaime asked.

Alyssa responded not with words, but by undoing her shorts and pushing them off her legs, revealing a soaked pair of black panties underneath. Jaime felt a surge of anger suddenly. Who the fuck was Alyssa to demand pleasure from her? She was nothing! But Jaime forced a smile and leaned down to kiss Alyssa as she helped her new lover off with her shirt and bra. She could face sincerity and give Alyssa a few orgasms. She knew what she was on the verge of getting...an invitation to the mansion and access to Rose. That was worth giving some pleasure and if things worked out the way Jaime wanted them to, then Rose was going to be getting a nasty surprise when she got back from her little roadtrip.

As Rose and Love continued with their drive through Mississippi, a whole new problem had presented itself. They had diverted from the main roads, to soak in some country sights and now they were completely, hopelessly lost.

"Ok, I officially have no idea where we are," Love sighed as she pushed down the map she'd had pressed to her face and folded it back up.

"Relax Love, all these roads have got to lead somewhere," Rose pointed out, continuing to drive down the dusty and deserted road. It was a real scorcher that day and the light sundresses they both wore clung to the curves of their body. They had the top down on the car so it provided enough of a breeze to keep the heat stroke at bay, but both girls had their eyes peeled for a little lake or some place they could strip down and cool off for a little bit.

"At this rate by the time we reach New York, Sarah's going to be back in Malibu," Love playfully pouted. She really didn't mind the slow pace, especially because it gave her and Rose plenty of chances to break for fun.

"I know you're not ripping on my driving, are you?" Rose teased. "Cause I have ways of making you pay if you are."

Rose's hand then snaked up Love's leg, pulling up her dress just enough to get a surge of energy headed straight to Love's pussy. Rose teased Love's leg with soft strokes and elicited a few choice moans from the girl before stopping.

"Any other comments you'd like to make Love?" Rose inquired. "Because that can be the last time you feel me touching you for a long time."

"Noooooo..." Love giggled. "Anything but that. No comments here. Just keep doing whatever you want."

"I thought you'd see it my way," Rose grinned before stealing a kiss from Love. Their lips brushed together, creating little sparks of passion before Rose turned her attention back to their destination.

"Now let me get a look at this map," Rose said. "There's got to be a way to get back on the highway from here. I think we've seen the same damn farmhouse for like the past six times."

Love had to admit there sure wasn't a lot out here besides farmland. They all did seem alike after a while. Love knew there were probably lots of interesting stories behind each and every farm, but from the outside they all looked the same and all seemed to have the same animals always roaming around.

Unfolding the map again, Love began to study it with Rose. The redhead craned her head to get a look at it too and took her eyes off the road for just a split second. The distraction prevented Rose from seeing what immediately caught Love's eye.

"LOOK OUT!!! COW!!!" Love shouted.

"Huh?" Rose replied before looking up and slamming on the brakes. A cow had wandered off from one of the neighboring farms and was making her way across the road. The brakes screeched and Rose swerved the car off to the left shoulder, kicking up dust everywhere. They narrowly missed the cow, but the car couldn't escape damage as it hit a rock. Rose and Love heard an unmistakable pow and when Rose stopped the car, they both heard the hiss of air escaping. A quick investigation confirmed that they had indeed had a blowout in their left front tire.

"FUCK!!!" Rose screamed as she kicked the car and turned her wrath toward the cow. "YOU BETTER RUN COW!!! GET YOUR FLABBY ASS BACK HERE BESSIE AND I'M GONNA MAKE YOU INTO A FUCKING PRADA BAG!!!"

"We've got a spare, right?" Love asked hopefully.

"Ummmm no..." Rose sheepishly admitted. "The guy I borrowed it from said he didn't have one and I didn't think we'd need one anyway."

"Now what are we going to do?" Love asked. "We're stranded!"

"I'm sure one of these farms has gotta have someone who can help us," Rose surmised. "I guess we've just gotta start walking until we find one."

Seeing no better alternatives, Rose and Love pushed the car all the way onto the shoulder and started walking.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 5