Harem

Here we go again. This is Part 2 of Harem 15 Book One. Please read in order and if you like it send me feedback at KMB2476@aol.com

"God, we're going to have so much fun," Jessica Alba sighed into the phone. She was lying on top of her sheets, dressed only in boxer shorts and a long t-shirt, enjoying a lazy start to her morning and not looking to get moving into the day any time soon. Besides, who wanted to get out of bed when you had a cordless phone and a beautiful woman on the other end of it?

"I can't wait," Jennifer Garner replied on the other end. "I've never done anything like this before. It's just so wild."

"But you've thought about it, haven't you?" Jessica sexily inquired.

"Maybe," Jennifer giggled in response. "I might have had a thought or two."

"I'll bet you've had a lot," Jessica teased. "I bet it's all you think about. Getting naked and just diving into a sea of hot girls."

Jennifer moaned on the other end and Jessica grinned in response. She hadn't seen her friend and lover in what felt like forever. They hooked up whenever they could, but their schedules didn't always permit them the chance to just go out and have fun. Besides, they did have to keep up appearances. Both of them had too much to lose to be out there holding hands in public, but in private there was no one Jennifer felt closer to than Jessica.

"Mmmm we are going to have so much fun there," Jessica declared. "I can't wait to show you off to everyone."

Jessica had been telling Jennifer all about what had happened on her first trip to the mansion and TV's hottest ass kicker had lapped up every word. Jessica had longed to have Jennifer visit her at the mansion, but so far that hadn't happened. This, however, promised to be even better and Jessica wanted Jennifer there with her and, for her part, Jennifer wouldn't have missed it for the world.

"Ohhhhh is that what you're going to do?" Jennifer laughed. "Show me off like some prize? Like I'm some trophy animal you bagged?"

"That's the plan sweetie," Jessica laughed back in response. Everyone had been so excited to hear that Jennifer was coming and Jessica couldn't wait to see her sexy friend lose herself in a throng of passionate girls.

But before Jessica and Jennifer could continue their flirting over the phone, a very agitated ex-slayer burst through her open doorway.

"What the hell is going on?" Sarah demanded, taking Jessica by surprise and almost making her drop her phone.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Jessica asked, trying to quickly come up with a cover story if Sarah wanted to have some fun. But judging from the furious look on her face, Jessica doubted that was going to be necessary.

"Where are my toys? Who took all my stuff?" Sarah asked, folding her arms over her chest as she stood before Jessica's bed, still dressed in her pink bathrobe.

"What are you talking about?" Jessica asked.

"Don't play dumb Jessica, you know exactly what I'm talking about," Sarah shot back. "Fess up girl. It was Rose, wasn't it? She's up to something. Tell me!"

Rose had mentioned something about this, but Jessica didn't know specifically what her plan was. She did know that she didn't want to deal with a pissed off Sarah. She had to think of a diversion quick to get Sarah off the trail.

"Britney knows! Ask Britney!" Jessica lied. "But ummm...you didn't hear it from me."

Sarah gave Jessica a hard stare and then turned around, stalking right out as quickly as she came.

"What was that about?" Jennifer asked from the other end of the phone.

"It's a long story," Jessica replied. "You'll see tomorrow."

After a hard morning fuck, there was nothing better than a long, soothing bubble bath. That was what Britney had learned since she had moved into the mansion and she was sticking by that opinion until death or chastity did she part.

Christina had indeed left her in a blissful coma that morning and by the time she had finally woken up, Christina was gone. That left Britney all alone and she decided to slip right into her bathtub for some soothing alone time.

She loved being with Christina and all their sexy housemates, but Britney also loved her time just by herself. Her life was so hectic and the stress just seemed to never, ever let up. The quiet times, where she could just lie in a warm, soothing bath were far and few between. So she wanted to make the most of this.

As she lay there in the water, her eyes closed and her body submerged in the bubbles, Britney sighed happily and began singing the lyrics to one of her own songs. It just popped into her head to do so and it made enough sense for her not to stop herself.

"I love myself, it's not a sin...I can't control what's happening," Britney softly sang, completely relaxing herself. "Cause I just discovered, imagination's taking over. Another day without a lover. The more I come to understand...the touch of my hand."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, a wide grin crossed Britney's face.

"Ooooh good idea," she giggled to herself as she began stroking her breasts with one hand and slowly moving the other toward her still horny pussy. Playing around with Christina that morning hadn't nearly been enough. Of course for Britney nothing was ever enough when it came to sex.

Britney was just reaching her pussy and was on the verge of giving her slit that first sexy stroke when the door to her bathroom flew open.

"Where are they?" Sarah demanded.

"Where are what?" Britney asked, her heart pounding. She always had scared easily and Sarah's sudden, stormy entrance had spooked Britney right out of the happy trance she had been putting herself in.

"You know what...my fucking toys!" Sarah snapped. "Someone came into my room and took my vibrators and my pocket rocket. Hell they basically took everything. Now I know you know, so tell me Britney! Tell me now!"

"Ummm I don't know," Britney offered with a weak smile. The truth was she didn't know where Sarah's toys were. But she certainly did know who had taken them and she knew enough to try and get Sarah off Christina's scent quickly.

"Yes you do! Tell me Britney!" Sarah insisted, before softening up. "C'mon...I know you want to tell me Britney. You don't want to leave me without my toys, do you? That would be so mean. Why don't you tell me where they are Britney and we can use them together. Wouldn't that be nice? You and I can get naked and press those toys into our hot little pussies, kissing each other while we do it...playing with each others tits. I know you'd love that. "

Britney did indeed love that idea, but she loved Christina still speaking to her even more. She wasn't about to betray her friend, not even for a bout of fun with Sarah. So Britney quickly seized on a lie to tell Sarah.

"Alyssa knows!" Britney claimed. "Ask Lyssa! I don't know what happened to your stuff, but she does. Ask her!"

Sarah pondered whether or not to accept Britney's claim for a moment before ultimately deciding to check this new lead out. It was clear to her that while Britney knew something was up, she had no idea where her toys were.

Sarah left the bathroom and Britney exhaled in relief. If Sarah had been there much longer, she might have cracked.

"Now where was I?" Britney smiled as she began to relax again, her hand inching its way back to between her legs.

By the time her name came up, Alyssa was already far away from the vicinity of the mansion. It would have been an interesting confrontation between her and Sarah, because as angry as the blonde was about her missing toys, Alyssa was about 100 times more steamed about Rose's comments.

As she had been driving down to Los Angeles that morning, Alyssa's hands had pretty much been clenched to the steering wheel and her eyes were like narrow, furious slits that promised that anyone who so much as looked at her funny was going to live to regret it. By the time she reached her destination, and almost ran over three people in the parking lot, Alyssa practically had steam pouring out of her ears as Rose's taunts played over and over again in her mind.

How could Rose say those things to her? She wasn't anyone's fucking sidekick! She was Alyssa Fucking Milano! She could get anyone into her bed, male or female, just by shooting them a sexy gaze and wiggling her finger to them. She wasn't living in Britney and Christina's shadows! If anything they were living in hers! There was no way she was slipping. Absolutely no fucking way!

Hurtling through the parking lot at a highly unsafe speed, Alyssa sent a few more people scattering for safety. She barely remembered the drive from Malibu. Her mind was too focused on Rose's comments to focus on anything else. Alyssa couldn't remember the last time she had been this angry. God, Rose could be such a bitch sometimes.

The worst part for Alyssa was that she knew this was exactly the type of reaction Rose wanted and she was playing right into her hands. Rose loved pushing her buttons and Alyssa knew she had fallen for it again. Cursing her Italian temper, she tried to force herself to focus about anything else, but Alyssa still couldn't shake her anger about her co-star's comments.

She had never told anyone about this, but Alyssa had been freaking internally about turning 30. While to any outsider it was just another number, Alyssa had for the first time felt old. With all her other housemates scattered around the country, Alyssa had suddenly been like some kind of elder in a house filled with Britney, Christina, Jessica and girls like Avril Lavigne and Michelle Branch. Many of those girls were barely out of their teens and Hilary Duff hadn't even been legal when they had brought her into the fun. Suddenly 30 had seemed like a very big number to Alyssa.

Part of her had never expected to grow old. She had felt like her 20's would last forever. Now it was like real life was tapping her on the shoulder, telling her it was time to get serious...you know get married and start a family and all that. Alyssa had spent every day since she had gone out on her own having fun and doing what she wanted and now that she had passed the magic age of 30, it was like that fun time was threatening to come to an end.

She had been looking more often at herself in the mirror and wondering about wrinkles and gray hairs. 30 might as well have been 50. So Rose's remarks had kind of hit a sore spot. Was it possible she was slipping? Had she forgotten about why she had wanted to move to Malibu? Had she been ignoring her own goal to get as many hot chicks into bed as possible?

She couldn't be. She knew she wasn't slipping. It was impossible. But still Rose had been right about something. She hadn't been bringing any new meat to the mansion lately. It had been so long since she had seduced anyone. It had been too damn long since she had taken a scared, quivering girl virgin and showed her the wonders of female flesh.

What had been holding her back? Rose was a bitch about saying what she said, but deep down Alyssa knew she had been letting herself down lately and there was only one way to change things.

Alyssa was at the L.A. headquarters of Spelling Entertainment Inc. to meet with Aaron Spelling about future "Charmed" episodes. She and her co-star, Holly Marie Combs, were executive producers on it and that meant they had storyline influence. The writers were already developing and writing scripts for the end of the season and Alyssa was scheduled to meet with Aaron to talk them over.

But Alyssa's thoughts were far from business. Her anger was still a knot in her stomach and all she wanted was to prove Rose wrong and make her housemate eat her words and like it.

It was obvious how she could do that. All she had to do was bring a hot little treat to the party and show her off to everyone. But who? Who could she bring? Alyssa had been so eager to get out of that mansion before she tore Rose's head off that she was an hour and a half early for her meeting, giving her time to think this over.

Holly would have been easy to snag, but so many of the girls had already been with her, so she wouldn't do. Alyssa needed someone new. Besides, Holly was too busy with her new baby to be able to play much these days.

Maybe Heather Locklear? Alyssa had managed to seduce her with relative ease. But then again, Rose already knew that she'd done that. She needed someone completely new.

Alyssa needed a fresh girl to seduce and convert to her pussy-loving desires. She needed someone hot and young, someone that would be seen as a prize by her housemates and prove to everyone that she was no fucking sidekick and could still bring in hot pussy. But who? Who could she get?

She needed someone and she wasn't going back to Malibu until she did. She didn't care how long it took. She was going to find someone hot, sexy and willing to become a pussy-eating slut and would search for as long as she needed to do it.

Fortunately, that search took all of ten seconds after Alyssa stepped into the Spelling building, because it was then that fate decided to smile on the agitated actress.

"Alyssa! Hi!" a female voice called out, causing Alyssa to immediately whirl around. When she did she immediately began thanking whichever deity was looking over her at that moment and hoping she wasn't grinning too much as the girl approached her.

"I haven't seen you in so long, how are you?" Jessica Biel asked as she hugged Alyssa hello and they shared a kiss on the cheek.

"It's been an interesting last few months," Alyssa replied coyly, resisting the temptation to grab Jessica's face and turn that kiss on the cheek into a tongue kiss right in the middle of the lobby. Feeling Jessica's firm body in a pink skirt and a thin white top had Alyssa's anger turning into arousal so fast it nearly gave her whiplash.

"Tell me about it," Jessica replied, completely missing the look Alyssa was giving her as she eyed her body. "I can't believe how well things are going these days. It's like you work for something you're whole life and then when it finally starts to come together you're not ready for it yet. I'm just trying to enjoy the ride for a little while."

"What are you doing here?" Alyssa asked the former "7th Heaven" star. "Dropping by for old time's sake?"

"Aaron wanted to meet with me and talk about doing a few episodes later in the season for sweeps," Jessica replied. "I think I can probably squeeze them into the schedule. It's just a matter of when."

Jessica had once thrown herself quite a hissy fit about the show, trying to get herself fired and going so far as to shed her clothes for a magazine layout to try and get Aaron to kick her off the show. Naturally he hadn't given her the satisfaction of what she wanted and Jessica soon realized how immature she'd been. She'd been just a kid at the time, but she had gotten a little scared when she had realized she was starting to get herself one hell of a diva relationship around town.

That wasn't what Jessica wanted. She didn't want to be one of those bitchy stars that whined and cried when they didn't get what they wanted. So she made herself to get mature and commit to the show.

It had worked so well and now Jessica felt like she was really on the verge of becoming a big time movie star. She realized how much she owed to "7th Heaven" and when Aaron called her up for a guest appearance, she always tried to make it happen.

"Yeah I'm pretty much here for the same reason," Alyssa said as she considered how best to turn this situation to her advantage. She wanted Jessica out of those clothes and between her legs and she was going to make goddamn sure it happened and fast. "Of course I'm a little early. My meetings not for over an hour."

"Mine just finished up," Jessica replied as Alyssa once again had to struggle to keep an evil grin from crossing wide over her face. This was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

"Well, you want to hang out for a little while and catch up?" Alyssa asked, baiting the hook.

"That would be great," Jessica smiled, falling right for Alyssa's trap without a second thought.

Jessica was happy to hang out for a bit. She had always liked Alyssa. They had become friendly through all the WB promotion and photo shoots they had done together, but they hadn't seen each other in a long time. Jessica loved having a chance to reconnect with her old friend.

Once again Alyssa felt her body gripped in such an intense horniness that she felt tempted to take Jessica right there and then. Then Rose would know she hadn't lost it. The whole world would know she was still a sexy bitch who could get any hot piece of ass she wanted. But common sense won the day and Alyssa didn't make her move yet. She had the perfect place for that.

"Want to come up to my office for a little while?" Alyssa asked and Jessica quickly agreed. As part of her last contract negotiation where she got the executive producer's credit, Alyssa had gotten her own office. She barely, if ever used it, and it was just one of those things she liked to say she had. But in this case Alyssa thought it was going to come in very handy indeed.

The two girls took the elevator up through the Spelling building until they got to Alyssa's floor. They were already chatting, laughing and catching up as they walked to Alyssa's office. Jessica seemed to be having a good time, but everything Alyssa did was with a purpose.

She just hoped she wasn't staring too intensely at Jessica, undressing her with her eyes and loving the way her tits shook oh so slightly under her shirt when she laughed. Alyssa couldn't wait to get her friend naked. Her pussy was absolutely craving this girl and Alyssa was going to make damn sure that they didn't leave her office without the taste of each other all over their lips.

Meanwhile Jessica remained oblivious to the fact that Alyssa had anything but chaste, friendly intentions toward her. She just continued prattling on, not noticing how Alyssa's hungry eyes seemed ready to burn right through her jeans and panties.

"Anyway, they're talking about doing a sequel to Chainsaw Massacre, but I don't think I want to do that," Jessica said as they walked into Alyssa's office. "I mean I think I screamed and jiggled enough for one movie, thank you very much. Besides, sequels to slasher movies are never very good. I'm much more excited about the whole 'Blade' thing. I mean, wow, they're already talking about a separate spin-off movie for me and Ryan. They said test audiences loved our characters. That would be so awesome. It would be like my own action movie. I'd love to get out there and kick some ass."

"And as a plus you wouldn't have to work with Wesley Snipes," Alyssa grinned.

"Ughhhh don't even go there," Jessica groaned. Wesley had gotten a reputation in Hollywood for being a first class asshole and Jessica had seen why up close and personal. "Let's just say that as far as that's concerned, all the rumors are true."

"I find that most rumors usually are," Alyssa replied, slyly locking the office door behind her. She wanted to make sure escape was impossible for Jessica. The girl might struggle a bit at first, but Alyssa was too horny with too much adrenaline pumping in her body to even begin considering that this might not happen. She was going to get Jessica Biel.

"Oh I don't know about that," Jessica giggled. "If I believed all the wild rumors I heard about me, then I'd have a lot more boyfriends right now. In fact, I'd probably have like seven of them."

"Seems crowded, but it would make for a fun Saturday night...you and seven guys could make the hours disappear fast," Alyssa teased. "Of course you'd probably end up very sticky and sweaty."

"Ewwwwww gross," Jessica laughed, giving Alyssa another unintentional sexy jiggle. "Whatever Lyssa. I could never do something like that. You've got a dirty mind there girl."

"Mmmm you have no idea," Alyssa grinned. "I always think the dirtier the mind you have, the more open you are and the more fun you're going to have. What's the matter, don't you like fun Jessica?"

Jessica laughed again and blushed a little. She wasn't totally comfortable talking this way with Alyssa, but she didn't stop things cold either. Instead she tried to change the subject away from sex.

"It's really nice in here, who decorated it?" Jessica asked, looking around the office, her eyes catching the paintings on the wall. The office hardly compared to the suites that the top executives had, but considering this was the first time in weeks Alyssa had spent any significant time there it obviously wasn't a big priority for her.

"Oh I have the Queer Eyes for the Straight Guy come in twice a week to touch the place up," Alyssa joked.

"No, seriously, these are very nice paintings," Jessica said as she leaned forward and studied a painting on Alyssa's wall. "Where did you find them?"

"Oh just around, I don't really have much of an eye for that stuff, but I know what I like," Alyssa replied as she stared at Jessica staring at her painting. Jessica had caught her eye on something that looked like the artist had taken his Jackson Pollack influence a little too far. He had splattered the canvas with paint of all colors like he was completely making it up as he want along. Perhaps he had been, but Alyssa didn't know. She had liked the chaos of the painting, it had always made her feel at ease to know that there was rarely anything orderly when it came to art.

Of course Alyssa really didn't want to think about the painting at that moment. All she wanted to focus on was Jessica. Alyssa felt close to dying with lust as Jessica stuck her ass out to lean forward and stare, oblivious to how much Alyssa wanted to reach out and grab her cheeks through the soft pink material of her skirt.

Alyssa couldn't remember the last time she had been this horny. Everything about Jessica was making her wet. Alyssa was aching for a chance to fuck this girl and prove to everyone, most of all herself, that there was no one she couldn't get. Every word out of Alyssa's mouth threatened to turn into a moan and she struggled to control herself.

Her pussy was soaked and with every shift in her light dress Alyssa could feel the soft material of her panties press against her slit. It was like they were absolutely glued to her cunt now and Alyssa felt as if her whole body was on the verge of overheating.

The anger she had felt to Rose still pushed her forward and fueled the horniness that Alyssa thought was going to start dripping from her pores like sweat. Jessica kept babbling on about the painting, but Alyssa didn't take notice of a single word she said. All she did was stare at her ass, gently swaying back and forth just enough to drive Alyssa insane with need.

Alyssa was waiting for that perfect chance to make her move. She had to do something. She was in horny agony just sitting here waiting for Jessica to give her an opening. Alyssa had hoped that getting the subject to sex was going to open things up for her, but Jessica hadn't played along. Now Alyssa was searching for the right moment. But then something occurred to her.

What if a perfect opportunity never arrived? What if she just kept waiting and waiting and Jessica never gave her an opening? She couldn't just stand around for a perfect opportunity to just arise. She had to make her own chances.

"Fuck this, I'm not waiting one more goddamn second," Alyssa growled under her breath. She pulled herself up off her leather couch, her nipples straining hard against her dress, and stalked toward Jessica.

"What'd you say Lyssa?" Jessica asked. "I didn't hear you when you...heyyyyyyyy!"

"What's the matter Jessica?" Alyssa purred into her friend's ear as her hands fastened to Jessica's ass from behind and squeezed her cheeks through her skirt. "Something wrong?"

"Alyssa...what the hell...What are you doing?" Jessica demanded, trying to squirm away from Alyssa. But the pixie haired actress wasn't having any of it. She kept her tight grip on Jessica's ass and forced her against the wall, cutting off escape.

"Just relax Jessica...relax and let me do this," Alyssa advised, her horniness overcoming any better judgment she might have about essentially forcing herself on another girl. She knew she could make Jessica like it.

"No...what are you doing?" Jessica protested. "Get off me! Stop it!"

"God, you have no idea how fucking hot you've been getting me Jess," Alyssa groaned, ignoring Jessica's pleas. "I've been wanting to do this since I saw you in the lobby."

"What? What are you going to do?" Jessica asked, starting to get scared. This wasn't the Alyssa she thought she knew. It was like she had gone crazy or something.

"Mmmmmm I'm going to fuck you sweetie," Alyssa replied, before running her tongue up Jessica's neck and making the actress shiver. "I'm going to rip off all your clothes and fuck your tight little pussy until you come for me!"

"Oh my gawwwwwwwwd..." Jessica cried in fear. Alyssa had gone crazy. She was going to rape her or something? Could girls rape each other? It sure felt like they could because she had Alyssa's hands all over her ass and her tongue on her face and she didn't want them there. Jessica just wanted Alyssa to let her go.

"Please Alyssa! Please don't do this!" Jessica begged, still trying to pull herself free. She had been doing a lot of training for her movies, but she still couldn't manage to free herself from being pinned against the wall by the smaller, but more tenacious girl.

"Shhhhhhh just relax sweetie, you're going to be thanking me for this soon," Alyssa promised. "I'm going to make this feel so good. C'mon Jessica, you can't tell me you've never fantasized about being with a girl before."

Before Jessica could say or do anything else, Alyssa pulled her face away from the wall and kissed her passionately. Jessica's eyes grew wide with terror as Alyssa's tongue forced itself into her mouth. Alyssa was completely overwhelming her and her kiss was so powerful, like she was trying to suck out her reluctance.

Of course Jessica had fantasized about being with another girl. She had even kissed a bunch of them once when she and some friends had had a little too much to drink and gotten a little too wild at a bar, but this was way wilder than anything she'd ever done. Now she had Alyssa Milano's tongue in her mouth and it looked like that the girl she thought was her friend was going to fuck her whether she wanted her to or not.

Alyssa's tongue continued to play in her mouth, massaging her own tongue as Jessica heard her moan. Alyssa pressed right up against her back and she could easily tell how hard her nipples were. God, she's really into this, Jessica realized with growing fear. What was wrong with her?

"You like that sweetie?" Alyssa grinned wickedly, wiping her lips free of saliva with her tongue after the kiss ended. "It's going to get even better once you relax. C'mon Jess, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make you feel good. Now relax and let me touch you because I know just how to touch another woman. Mmmm Jess, I can have you creaming in no time."

"Please...don't," Jessica protested, much more feebly than before. "I don't...I don't want you to do this. Please Alyssa."

"Shhhhhhhhh..." Alyssa said before closing off Jessica's protests by kissing her again.

This time the kiss was more tender, but there was still so much heat radiating off her that it was like Alyssa could melt their lipstick right off. Alyssa kissed Jessica and moved her hands up off her ass and up toward her breasts. Before Jessica had a chance to react, Alyssa was squeezing her chest through her shirt.

"Oh Jess, you have such great tits," Alyssa groaned. "Mmm I've been wanting to have these titties in my hands since you started showing them off in Gear. Now they're mine. You're mine now Jessica. Every inch of your sexy body is mine. I'm going to strip you and fuck you make you come so fucking sweet and you're going to love every minute of it."

Alyssa kept Jessica pinned against the wall, her hands squeezing her tits. Alyssa started kissing and licking Jessica's neck, guessing correctly that it would be a sensitive spot for the girl. She didn't let Jessica have even a free second without stimulation. Alyssa knew that if she did, she might find a way to escape. She couldn't allow that. Alyssa had to make Jessica want this too.

Despite her fear, Jessica couldn't help but feel her body begin to respond to Alyssa's kiss and touch. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had her face pressed right up against the wall and a woman pinned to her backside, forcing her still and playing with her breasts. It was so crazy, but Jessica felt herself breathing heavily. She was starting to gasp a little in excitement and she could feel her hot, wet breath up against the wall she was pressed against.

Deep down inside her, Jessica had always fantasized about something like this. It was supposed to have been with a guy and not a girl, but that scarcely mattered now. Jessica had always had her naughtiest fantasy about some hot guy taking her and just fucking her.

In her fantasy, she always fought back at first, but ultimately she was powerless against his muscles and the lust she felt for her fantasy man's huge, hard cock. He would have shoved that dick inside her pussy even as she begged for him not to and he would have made her feel so filled and so good as he fucked her. In her mind she was just a piece of meat to this man and her fear always turned to wetness and lust.

Jessica had played with herself to this fantasy so many times, thinking about having her body taken and losing all control over her own desires. By the end of her fantasy she was always begging the mystery man to fuck her harder and to rip her tight pussy open and then he'd spin her around and fuck her ass until she blacked out from pleasure. Jessica always came so hard thinking of that...thinking about losing her will and becoming some man's fuck toy.

Alyssa was no man, but the more she was pressed against this wall, the more Jessica thought about her own fantasy. It was just what was happening here. Alyssa was taking her against her will and was going to fuck her even when she was begging her to stop. Jessica felt her nipples begin to swell under Alyssa's hands squeezing her breasts through her shirt and, despite her fears, Jessica's panties started to get wet with desire.

She found herself getting aroused thinking about Alyssa stripping off her skirt and panties and doing hot, nasty things to her pussy. It was frightening her and turning her on all at once, just like in her fantasy.

"Oh yeah Jess, that's it, now you're starting to get it," Alyssa happily declared as she felt her friend's nipples harden under her touch. She kept playing with Jessica's tits, loving the feel of them and dying to experience them in the flesh. Jessica was denying it with her protests, but Alyssa could feel that she wanted this. She could feel how Jessica was starting to breathe quicker with shallow gasps and how her hips were starting to unconsciously move, grinding her ass against her front. Alyssa knew that all Jessica needed was a little more convincing.

"Don't fight me off," Alyssa said. "You are going to love this. All you have to do is relax and let me make you naked."

"No...please...not that..." Jessica begged, but her protests were becoming weaker and less certain. Jessica was beginning to doubt that she really wanted Alyssa to stop and it showed in her voice, which was turning more into a moan with every passing moment. The more she was touched, the more Jessica realized that it felt good. Another woman's touch wasn't gross or unsexy. It was getting her wet.

"You want this, don't pretend you don't," Alyssa said, continuing to rub Jessica's tits as their mouths grazed together again and again without actually kissing until Jessica began to find herself craving the soft feel of Alyssa's lips to hers. "I can see it in your eyes. You're just scared. Don't be. Just let yourself go and let Alyssa take care of you. I'm going to make you feel so good that you're never, ever going to want me to stop."

Alyssa really could see it in Jessica's eyes. She could see that beneath her nerves and shock over being taken like this, she was becoming needy and aroused. The eyes never lied and when Alyssa finally gave Jessica what she wanted, another hot kiss, she heard her friend moan.

"Yessss...that's it Jessica," Alyssa urged. "Moan for me baby. I know you fucking want this. You want me to yank down this skirt and tongue that pretty pussy until you're dripping onto my tongue. I'll bet you've never had your pussy licked like I'm going to Jessica. Men just can't do it right. Only women know what women want and I am going to make you moan and cry like the little whore you are deep down."

"No...no...I'm not...not a whore," Jessica protested, even as her breathing continued to get deeper with arousal and her nipples threatened to rip right through her clothes. She couldn't believe how wet she was getting. Jessica moaned again as she shifted slightly and her wet panties pulled tightly against her labia.

"Mmmm hmmmmm yes you are," Alyssa evilly teased. "You're my little whore and I just busted you. Spread it Jessica. Up against the wall for Officer Alyssa."

That made Jessica moan again and she didn't fight Alyssa off as she spread Jessica's legs out more while she leaned against the wall, her palms pressing into it.

Alyssa liked the sound of this idea as soon as it leapt off her tongue. She just wished she had that police costume she had in her closet. She hadn't used it in so long, but this would have been a perfect opportunity. She'd just have to bring Jessica back to the mansion for some further interrogation.

As it stood, Alyssa was going to have to be a plainclothes officer, but that was ok because she didn't plan on wearing her clothes much longer anyway. Jessica didn't offer any more resistance when she spread her legs out wider, so Alyssa didn't hesitate to start patting down her perp.

"Oh yeah you've been a naughty little whore Jessica," Alyssa grinned, playing her role to the fullest. "Officer Alyssa is going to have to strip search you. Mmmmm but I might just let you off with a warning this time...that is if you let me sample the goodies you were selling on that street corner."

Jessica felt like she was dreaming all of this, like it wasn't really happening to her. How could it be possible that she was standing up against the wall while another woman patted her down and got lost in some perverted role play fantasy? And how was it possible that she liked how it all felt?

There was no way she could pretend that she wasn't enjoying this. It was making her wet and Jessica found it hard not to moan with every touch Alyssa gave her excited body. She was being pawed and she was loving it. It was making her scared in the best way, filling her body with excitement and arousal over all these new feelings and it was making Jessica want Alyssa to do more...much more.

It was useless to continue questioning this. It felt good and right now that was all Jessica cared about. Alyssa was tapping her secret fantasies and going beyond them. The chances of her not doing this evaporated into nothingness as Alyssa continued to pat her down and made her discovery.

"Oooooooh you like this, you little whore," Alyssa laughed as she patted down Jessica's crotch, slapping it through her skirt and then beginning a slow rub against her that had Jessica closing her eyes and moaning. "Damn this is a wet pussy you have here Jessica. I think this needs more investigation, don't you? You want this Jessica. You want Officer Alyssa to give your dirty whore pussy a hot little lashing, just admit it."

Jessica tried to summon what was left of her resolve, but it was no use. There was nothing left in her to fight this off. Alyssa was right. Her body was hers now.

"Yessssssss..." Jessica hissed, giving herself over to her friend's lust.

"Yes what?" Alyssa pressed, testing Jessica a little as she increased the force and speed of her rubbing. The pink material was quickly getting soaked with arousal and Alyssa loved how it felt, all warm and wet in her hands as she rubbed Jessica's cunt through her skirt.

"Yes...Officer Alyssa..." Jessica replied in a thick moan, immediately catching onto the game her soon to be lover wanted to play. "Tongue it...tongue my dirty whore pussy. Strip me and fuck me like a nasty girl!"

After the struggle she'd made, Jessica couldn't believe those words were coming out of her mouth. But she could get really dirty when she lost herself in sex. There hadn't been many times when she had gotten so hot that she had forgotten all her inhibitions, but this was quickly turning into one of them.

Jessica found herself caring less and less that Alyssa was another female and caring only that she was making her pussy positively drip. She just wanted to say and do whatever her friend wanted just so she wouldn't stop touching her. She'd say whatever dirty things Alyssa wanted to hear. Jessica just wanted pleasure.

"Good girl," Alyssa said, sinking to her knees and looking up at the tight pink skirt as it hugged Jessica's butt cheeks. "I guess I should read you your rights now, but under Officer Alyssa's law the only right you have is to get fucked and take it like a good little whore."

Jessica moaned again in response and felt her body tense up with nervous arousal when Alyssa lifted up her skirt and exposed the baby blue panties she had on underneath. They were like second skin to her ass now and Jessica closed her eyes and gasped in ecstasy as Alyssa's hands pawed at her cheeks. It felt too good to even think of asking Alyssa to stop anymore and Jessica knew they hadn't even gotten to the really hot parts yet.

"Such a great ass..." Alyssa admired, licking her chops at the succulent morsel before her. She yanked down Jessica's panties with one hard tug, leaving them right around her ankles. But Alyssa didn't care where they were as long as they weren't covering up any of her good parts. Now Alyssa had Jessica right where she wanted her, bare assed and spread up against the wall. It was too tasty a site to pass up.

"Mmmmmm," Alyssa moaned as she literally sunk her teeth into Jessica's tanned, toned ass cheek. It was only a little nip, but Jessica hissed sharply in reaction to her horny friend's aggressive action.

"Owww..." Jessica groaned, but more in pleasure than pain.

"What'cha gonna do?" Alyssa taunted. "Charge me with police brutality? Don't worry Jessica, you're going to feel so good in a minute that you'll let me do anything I want to you. I'm going to make you so wet that you'll be begging me to jam my nightstick up this sexy little cunt."

Jessica knew that they were already beyond that point of wetness. She was in such a crazy situation, but she wasn't going to stop Alyssa. She liked being controlled by "Officer Alyssa." It was making her so wet and she could feel her juices start to run down her legs as she stood there, up against the wall like she was being arrested as her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her panties pulled down around her ankles.

Alyssa reached up and began teasing Jessica's wet cunt lips with slow finger strokes. Jessica moaned happily and Alyssa kept it up, teasing the aroused girl up and down with her fingers, rubbing her slit and making it wetter by the second.

"Does that feel good?" Alyssa asked the obvious question.

"Yessss...oh God yesss...soooo gooooooood..." Jessica groaned, aching for Alyssa to start licking her or to push those fingers inside her pussy. She couldn't remember ever being this wet before.

"Nasty little whore," Alyssa grinned. "Beg me to fuck you! Beg Officer Alyssa to fuck this dirty whore pussy that's dripping all over my fingers."

"Ahhhhhhhh...fuck meeeeee!!!" Jessica grunted, trying to keep her voice low so that no one passing by could hear them. She wanted this so bad now that it was hard to control herself. "Fuck my pussy! Please Officer Alyssa! I've been a dirty fucking whore and I need you to fuck my pussy!"

Alyssa was pleasantly surprised about how into the whole "Officer Alyssa" thing Jessica was getting. She had thought of it on a whim and it was paying off beautifully. Of course Alyssa knew that Jessica could call her anything she wanted as long as she let her have this beautiful wet pussy.

With lustful eyes Alyssa stared at it, loving the look of the exposed, pink lips and the little droplets of cream that dripped onto her fingers as Jessica remained bent over, pushing her ass out and spreading her legs. She thought about saying something more to Jessica, but all she really wanted to do was lick.

"Ooooooooooooh..." Jessica cooed in complete bliss as Alyssa pushed her hands back to her ass and spread her cheeks wide before sliding her tongue right into her pussy.

Alyssa went after her slow at first, tasting the collected cream on her slit before burrowing inside and tonguing her pink pussy folds. Jessica felt a surge of pleasure pump through her body the likes of which she had never experienced. She nearly collapsed to the ground, but barely kept her grip against the wall.

Alyssa had been right. It was so good. So fucking good. It was better than any man had ever licked her and it was only seconds into it. Alyssa's tongue felt so soft and skilled against her pussy that Jessica didn't imagine she could last through even two minutes of this before coming all over that beautiful tongue. Alyssa was doing such incredible things to her pussy that Jessica was panting up against the wall in no time.

"Oh yes...yesssss...yessssssssssssss..." Jessica hissed again and again as she felt this incredible tongue in her pussy. It was like Alyssa knew instinctively what she needed and where she needed it. Her tongue knew just the spots to lick and it was such a fast and complete a tonguing that Jessica felt Alyssa was everywhere at once inside her pinkness.

There was so much pleasure building in her body that Jessica began to think she might explode. She had never felt anything like this before. No sex had ever gotten her this excited. Jessica didn't know if it was because this was such a taboo or if it was because Alyssa was just that damn good, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was how good this was making her feel and how every lash of Alyssa's tongue inside her pussy was getting her closer to orgasm.

Alyssa felt so completely alive as she remained on her knees, feasting on Jessica's wet femininity. She hadn't felt the rush she had in her body in so long. It was the rush of seduction and it had her body on fire. She wasn't some sidekick. She hadn't lost it. She was a sexual demonness and she'd made Jessica Biel her willing whore.

Jessica tasted absolutely delicious on her tongue. Jessica's fresh, tangy juices were just what Alyssa's taste buds craved and it was making her soak her own panties right through.

Keeping her hands fastened to Jessica's toned ass cheeks, Alyssa burrowed her tongue in deeper. She didn't go for her new lover's clit right away. She wanted to make Jessica wait. She wanted her to writhe against the wall. She wanted her to beg. Alyssa wanted Jessica to always remember she was hers now.

Alyssa just wished she had brought along her picture cell phone. She would have loved to send Rose a few digital snapshots of her face buried in Jessica's ass, lapping at her tight, dripping pussy with the message "Wish you were here." That would have shown that cocky bitch what she could still do to another woman.

"Ohhhh so good...so fucking good...more Alyssa more..." Jessica groaned.

"That's Officer Alyssa whore!" Alyssa playfully snapped, pulling her face away from Jessica's pussy and spanking her ass hard to remind her.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." Jessica hissed when she felt that hard spanking against her skin. The sound of Alyssa's hand against her ass seemed to reverberate around the office and Jessica imagined they could hear it through the whole building. It was certainly loud and clear in her own over stimulated mind as Alyssa did it again, striking her ass and making her cheeks jiggle ever so slightly as she spanked them nice and pink.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry," Jessica cried, trying not to be too loud. "I'm sorry...Officer Alyssa. Please don't stop! Please tongue your dirty little whore! You're making my pussy feel so good! Please! More!"

Jessica just couldn't get a grip on all these new feelings inside her. She had never expected to ever really be with a girl. But Alyssa was making it so good. Her body desperately craved orgasm and Jessica knew she wasn't going to get that from a spanking. She'd only get it from Alyssa's tongue back inside her. For that pleasure, Jessica would say or do anything. She'd play Alyssa's game more than willingly.

"Oooooooh good little whore...remember who's in charge here," Alyssa grinned. "This sweet whore cunt is Officer Alyssa's now. I'm going to come by and sample it every fucking day on my beat or else your ass is going to jail you little streetwalking skank."

Though her words were harsh, Alyssa had loving on her mind and she kissed Jessica's pink ass cheeks, making them feel better with every soft touch of her lips to the tender flesh. As she did this, she began to stroke Jessica's pussy with her fingers, pushing past her slit and, for the first time, paying attention to her clit. Alyssa gave Jessica's throbbing bud a rub with her fingers, feeling it swell and making Jessica's pussy walls clamp just a little big tighter.

"Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhh...more...ohhhh please more..." Jessica begged. "That feels so good. Touch that clit. Mmmmmmm Officer Alyssa make me come! So much better than a man! Please make me come!"

"Yeah? You like this? Not gonna beg me to stop anymore, are you?" Alyssa demanded. "You only want me to fuck you and make you come. I told you not to fight me. I'm going to make you come so hard."

"Please! Fuck me!" Jessica continued to beg. "Ohhhhhh Alyssa it's so good. You're the best fucking lover I ever had and you haven't even made me come yet! Ughhh I love it! Fuck me! Fuck my whore pussy! I'm your whore Alyssa! I know you like hearing that! I'm your slutty whore! Just please make me come!"

Alyssa liked hearing that so much that she didn't even care that Jessica hadn't called her "Officer Alyssa" again. She'd make her pay for that later, when they were in a more private location and Alyssa had her uniform...and her handcuffs.

Jessica was one of the most beautiful women in Hollywood, but Alyssa thought she had never looked better as she did then, eyes closed and hair wildly thrown about on her face as she was pressed against the wall. Little strands of saliva dripped from Jessica's chin, but she didn't even wipe them off. She was too aroused to do anything but lean against the wall and feel pleasure.

Jessica's shirt was still on and her skirt bunched up around her waist as her sweaty palms left handprints on the wall. The only article of clothing not on was her panties and that soaked blue garment was around Jessica's ankles stretched out as her legs remained spread wide.

Alyssa loved the desperately horny look on her face. Jessica's chest heaved, making her tits swell against the shirt clinging to her. This picture made Gear Magazine look like Reader's Digest.

The need to come filled every inch of Jessica's body. She couldn't remember wanting anything more. If someone had appeared to her then and told her that if she came she was never going to work as an actress again, Jessica wouldn't have hesitated for a second to throw her career away in exchange for her orgasm.

Alyssa got back to work with her tongue, pulling her sticky fingers out and lapping away at her pussy. Alyssa playfully wiped her juice-coated fingers on Jessica's ass, marking her territory as it were. Jessica moaned at the sensation of her own juice painting her bare ass and those moans got louder and longer with every lick Alyssa took at her cunt.

Jessica was trying to hard not to just scream out. She had enough of her sense left to know that she didn't want to be caught in this situation. But it was getting harder and harder to not just shriek out in ecstasy from Alyssa's tongue tasting and teasing her clitoris. God, she was so good. No boyfriend had ever spent this much time eating her pussy and it was turning her into wild woman with lust. Jessica felt like she was drenching her clothes with sex sweat, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to come.

Unfortunately for her, Alyssa was feeling playful and wasn't quite ready to let Jessica come yet. She had such a gorgeous body and Alyssa wanted to play with every inch of it. She had her tongue buried deep in Jessica's snatch, while her nails dug into the budding movie star's ass. Alyssa's tongue swept over Jessica's clitoris, teasing it and making it ache, but not giving her enough to come yet. She was so close, but Alyssa wasn't ready to push her over the edge yet.

Alyssa wanted Jessica's first girl/girl orgasm to be something she never ever would forget. She knew she could easily get Jessica off with a few steady tongue lashes against her clit, but Alyssa didn't just want to just make her come. She wanted to blow Jessica's mind and she knew the perfect way to do that.

"Nooooooooo...please...don't stop..." Jessica wailed with need when Alyssa suddenly pulled her tongue out of her pussy. Her need was so great that Jessica actually felt tears well up when the pleasure stopped. She needed to find relief.

"Don't move a muscle," Alyssa ordered, rising up from her knees and giving Jessica's ass a hard slap. "I'll be right back."

Through all that had happened, Alyssa hadn't removed a single article of clothing, but she didn't care. Her clothes would be coming off soon enough. Right now she had a special treat for Jessica.

Alyssa really only used this office to read scripts for the show and that could get boring really easily. So there were often times when she needed to find a way to entertain herself and while away the hours. Pulling a key out of her purse, Alyssa unlocked the top drawer of her desk and grinned when she pulled out her loyal "office assistant."

Alyssa happily gave the red vibrator a long lick over the head, treating herself to the memories of orgasms past. There had been many a times when she had fought off restlessness by stripping naked, putting her feet up on her desk, spreading herself open and getting her toy to work.

Those had been good times, but Alyssa had never used her toy on anyone else. Now that was about to change.

Following Alyssa's order, Jessica continued to stand against the wall like she was ready and willing to be frisked all night long, juices running down her legs as a testament to her arousal. She did crane her head around to see what Alyssa was up to and when she saw the toy in her lover's hand Jessica's first response was to groan in happiness.

"Ohhhhhhh yesssssssss..." Jessica happily sighed, knowing that toy was destined to be inside her. "Please Officer Alyssa...please!"

"What do you want whore? Tell me!" Alyssa ordered, grinning wickedly as she walked back behind Jessica, turning the vibrator on to the low setting, creating a soft, sexy buzzing that was magic to Jessica's ears.

"Fuck me!" Jessica groaned. "Please! Please fuck me! I'll do anything you want! I'll be your little whore! Just make me come! Please!"

Alyssa couldn't get enough of Jessica's, soft and gentle voice begging for permission to come. It was like bells ringing a beautiful melody for her. With her "office assistant" humming it's sexy song, Alyssa sunk back down to her knees, immediately dragging the sex toy right over Jessica's slit.

"Mmmmmmmm..." Jessica moaned in pure delight, her cries increasing as Alyssa slowly pushed the toy inside her. She hadn't always had the best taste in boyfriends, but Jessica had always known a good toy when she saw it and this one felt just right in her pussy.

Jessica had worn out many a toy during lonely, man less nights, but now not having a man didn't look like it was ever going to be a problem again. She had a hot toy inside her and a beautiful woman pleasuring her. It was the last thing Jessica had expected today, but it quickly had her body right on the verge of orgasm.

"Oh Alysssssssaaaaaa..." Jessica sighed, her hands starting to claw at the wall as the pleasure built and built inside her. Alyssa kept the toy on a low setting, pushing Jessica into heat. Alyssa knew the power of this thing and slow was just where she wanted it to be. She knew turning it on high resulted in instant creaming and she didn't want that yet. Not when she had one more thing she desperately wanted to do.

"Like that, don't you? Feels good inside that slutty little pussy of yours," Alyssa grinned. "Does the little whore want Officer Alyssa to make her come? Does she want to drip her sweet cream all over my beautiful face?"

"Yessss ohhhhh yesssss..." Jessica answered breathlessly, her eyes closed again as her brain swam in pleasure. "Fucking make me cream! Make my slutty pussy cream Alyssa!"

Alyssa pushed the toy inside a little deeper, making sure it was buzzing right up against Jessica's clit. The aroused actress literally jumped when the toy touched her clit and Alyssa got such a rush seeing Jessica's body shake and writhe in need. She was so close and Alyssa knew just what this girl needed to be pushed over.

Using her free hand, Alyssa pressed against the small of Jessica's lower back, bending her over further. Jessica obeyed the push and it had the desired effect of spreading open her asshole. Alyssa hungrily eyed the pink puckered starfish for a long second before sliding her horny tongue right inside.

"OHHHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYYGODDDDDDD!!!" Jessica howled, completely forgetting to muffle herself as lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her body. She had never had her asshole licked before and the uninvited, but oh so pleasurable, sensation of Alyssa's tongue inside her tight hole had her sweating and panting for more.

Alyssa kept up a steady hold on the vibrator inside Jessica's cunt while she rimmed her lover tenderly. She dripped warm saliva into her friend's hole and swirled her tongue around her virgin asshole, teasing and tantalizing it. The wet probing opened up Jessica's ass and Alyssa began a steady, but not too hard, tongue fucking.

Jessica's chest heaved with hard, quick breaths under her shirt and bra. She desperately wanted to rip her remaining clothes off just to air out her overheating body, but Jessica didn't move her hands off the wall except to claw at it. It was so much all at once that Jessica couldn't figure out what felt better, the tongue in her ass or the vibrator in her pussy. But whatever it was, it certainly had the desired effect.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" Jessica shrieked through her gritted teeth as she came. She clamped her mouth shut through sheer force of will after her first orgasmic scream. Her body shook in rapture and no words could form, all that pushed past Jessica's screwed tight lips were squeals of absolute ecstasy.

Jessica's asshole reflexively clamped against Alyssa's tongue, but she kept licking her sweetly as cream from Jessica's orgasming cunt drip down the vibrator and onto her hand.

Alyssa delighted in the hot, sticky feel of Jessica's orgasm coating her fingertips and dripping down to her knuckle and palm while she kept the toy lodged inside Jessica's pussy, buzzing against her clit.

Alyssa watched Jessica's body writhe against the wall, shivering in rapture and when the shaking finally seemed to be coming to a stop, she slowly withdrew the vibrator and pulled her tongue back into her mouth.

Her body empty of desire, Jessica nearly collapsed to the floor. Luckily she caught onto a shelf and was able to slowly lower herself instead of just falling flat onto her ass.

Jessica's legs were absolute jelly as she slumped down on the floor, her head resting against the wall and no doubt getting the paint all sweaty, just like she had with her hands. It had been the best sex she'd ever had...and it had been with a woman. Now that Jessica had felt her needed orgasm she was a mass of confusion on the inside. What had she just done?

But all the confusion she felt about her actions and the pleasure they brought her evaporated the moment Jessica opened her eyes, turned her head around and saw Alyssa sitting on the floor in her dress licking the cream coated vibrator, feasting on her orgasm. Alyssa smiled and licked away the last bits of cum from her toy before talking.

"Good, you're still with us," Alyssa laughed. "Because now it's my turn!"

Without another word, Alyssa reached back and undid the buttons on the top of her sundress. She stood up and pulled it right over her head. She had worn no bra underneath and her pink nipples stood out proudly swollen on her tanned chest. Alyssa had a black thong on and it was clinging so tightly to her that Jessica could easily see the outline of her pussy lips.

Alyssa's tone and action left no doubt in Jessica's mind that she was going to have as much a say in the matter about returning the favor as she did about Alyssa fucking her...which meant none. But this no longer bothered Jessica. In fact she welcomed it. Her eyes had been opened and she wanted to thank her friend the best way she knew how.

"Anything you say...Officer Alyssa," Jessica grinned in response, her body tingling with nervous excitement as she prepared herself to go down on a woman for the first time. Alyssa looked so beautiful and Jessica hungered to see and taste what her friend was like under that thong. She couldn't believe she felt this way, but there was no doubt in her brain anymore. She wanted this.

"Mmmm good whore...time to pay me back," Alyssa smirked, sliding off her thong and modeling her nude body to the enraptured Jessica. "Time to give Officer Alyssa your weekly protection payment. Otherwise, it's off to jail for your streetwalking ass. Show me what that nasty tongue can do."

Alyssa walked back until she was right by her chair. She set herself down on it, the leather feeling so good pressed up against her bare ass, and spread her legs open, exposing one drenched little cunt to Jessica. Seeing how wet Alyssa was just turned Jessica on more and made her more willing to take this bold new step. She began to crawl toward Alyssa, but she was quickly stopped.

"Wait!" Alyssa ordered. "Those clothes have to go! Get naked Jessica! Show me those goodies!"

That was an especially easy task for Jessica. She was dying to strip so she didn't hesitate. Her fears and inhibitions were now a distant memory as Jessica eagerly undressed. She unbuttoned her shirt, resisting the temptation to rip it open because it would have left her in an awkward situation when it came time to leave, and cast it to the floor.

Drinking in the horny smile and wolf's whistles she was getting from Alyssa, Jessica reached for her blue bra and undid the clasp after a little nervous fumbling. Her nipples had been straining so hard against the bra that it was a huge relief to finally get it off her body.

"Mmmmm yeahhhhhh show off those titties Jessica," Alyssa ordered, loving the vision of the now topless beauty before her. Jessica's grin widened as she began running her hands over her tits and tugging on her aroused nipples. She wanted to impress Alyssa now. Jessica was never a selfish lover and now she wanted to repay every bit of pleasure Alyssa had given her.

"You like what you see Alyssa?" Jessica moaned, her fingers pinching her tingling nipples. "Do you like my body? I was serious before. It's yours. My whole fucking body is yours now. I want to make you wet baby. I want to make you come as hard as you made me come."

"You're doing fine Jessica," Alyssa replied, settling back in her chair and rubbing her slit softly as she enjoyed the show. "Now the panties...get those damn things all the way off."

Jessica immediately complied, pushing her drenched and stretched panties all the way off her legs. They were probably ruined now, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be naked. This left Jessica only in her skirt and that was disposed off easily too. She unclasped the pink garment and tossed it off her body, leaving her just as naked as Alyssa was and very eager to please.

"Come here," Alyssa said with a crooked finger motioning Jessica forward. "Time to settle up with Officer Alyssa you little whore."

At the sound of her invitation, Jessica began crawling over again and the closer she got to Alyssa's pussy the more excited she got to try this. She wanted to be naughty now and show Alyssa she could be as good as she was.

"You like Jessica?" Alyssa giggled as she spread her legs wide, using her fingers to spread open her pussy. "Is it turning you on to see how wet you got my pink little cunt?"

"Mmmmm I like...I like," Jessica eagerly agreed, crawling even closer. She was almost face to face with Alyssa's snatch now and for the first time Jessica breathed in the aroused scent of another woman. It was so strong and so sexy, Jessica felt like she could get high off it with ease.

"Then show me how much you like it," Alyssa playfully ordered. "Kiss it. Kiss my pretty pussy."

To Jessica's eyes, pretty was the least of what Alyssa's pussy looked. "Amazing" was a better word choice as far as she was concerned. Jessica had never seen another woman this close up and she loved it. Alyssa's pussy looked so pink and wet and she found herself hungering for it. Not wanting to deny herself a taste any longer, Jessica did what Alyssa asked, leaning her face in and placing a kiss on Alyssa's cunt.

As she had crawled over, Jessica hadn't wanted to consider the possibility that she wouldn't like Alyssa's taste. She had always liked tasting herself after orgasm, but this was sure to be different. Luckily, as the first taste of Alyssa's juices passed over her lips and onto her waiting tongue, Jessica was delighted to find she loved the taste of another woman. Alyssa tasted so sweet and Jessica immediately wanted more.

She followed up that kiss with another one and then another, kissing all over Alyssa's wet labia and tasting the cream that had collected there. Alyssa kept her pussy nice and spread as Jessica's lips teased her. With each kiss, Alyssa moved herself forward a little on the chair, until Jessica's mouth was right on her heated center.

"So far so good Jessica," Alyssa teased. "You kiss good, but now let's see how well you lick. Get that tongue to work, whore. You need directions or something? C'mon, tongue that pussy!"

Jessica didn't want to say it, but some directions would have been nice. After all this wasn't something she was particularly experienced in. She would have appreciated some help, but Alyssa was making it clear that she was on her own.

So Jessica decided that she would just have to pretend that it was her pussy being licked and she was directing her lover. She would take what felt good to her and do it to Alyssa and hoped that worked. She wanted it to work. Jessica didn't want to let Alyssa down.

Breathing in Alyssa's wonderful scent all the way, Jessica inhaled a deep breath and took the plunge, so to speak. She pushed her tongue inside Alyssa's spread pussy and started licking. She was going on instinct, but tried to use her memories of what Alyssa had done to her to guide her efforts.

Jessica started out slow, savoring Alyssa's taste and letting it coat her taste buds, with slow, soft licks of her wet folds. When she heard Alyssa begin to moan, Jessica took it correctly as a sign to go a little faster. Speeding up, Jessica's tongue started to really get into a steady licking motion that had Alyssa happily grinding her bare ass against the leather chair.

"Oooooooooh good little whore, you're getting it...that's good Jessica...lick that pussy just like that...just like thaaaaaat..." Alyssa moaned as Jessica hit a sensitive spot with her tongue. Jessica was raw, but talented. Alyssa was confident she could refine her pussy licking skills with some time and training. As it stood, Jessica's ability and eagerness were going to be plenty to get Alyssa off.

She had gotten so wet from her successful seduction of Jessica and the triumph of having proven Rose wrong had a lovely adrenaline and endorphins cocktail flowing through her veins. That was doing plenty to make her come and Jessica's eagerness to taste her pussy and make her feel good was overcoming her inexperience.

"Don't stop," Alyssa urged, playing with her bouncing tits with one hand while the other held out her vibrator for her to lick as she grinded and bounced in her chair. "Lick my pussy Jessica! Lick up all that cream and move right for my clit. Mmmmm you're going to make me come soon."

Jessica's tongue was making her aroused enough that she was fading out of "Officer Alyssa" move, but as a jolt of pleasure ran through her body and Alyssa looked down to admire the delightful sight of herself naked in her chair as Jessica kneeled before her she was snapped back into it.

"Good little whore...this is where you fucking belong," Alyssa moaned in between licks at her toy. "Right on your knees, lapping away at my pussy like a slut. Don't you stop Jessica! Show the law some fucking respect! Eat my cunt! Make me fucking come!"

Jessica's tongue was getting very sticky with Alyssa's juices and she tried to push as much of it down to her hungry stomach. The rest just dribbled down her chin and Jessica moaned when the girl juice tickled her flesh and ran down to her naked and swaying tits. She was quickly getting hooked on the taste of pussy and she liked the way Alyssa kept talking nasty to her. It just made her want to prove herself more by making Alyssa come.

Alyssa sighed happily as Jessica tongued her faster, pushing her face against her pussy and lapping away at her folds. The girl was learning fast and Alyssa loved looking down to see that pretty face buried in her pussy, moving back and forth as she fed on her creamy essence, knowing that before they'd gotten in here Jessica had never been with a girl before. Another sexy notch for the bedpost.

Her vibrator was clean of girl cum by now, but Alyssa kept licking and sucking on it as Jessica ate her out. She stimulated it like it was a real cock in her hands, pushing it into her mouth and sucking it deep.

Alyssa was close to deep throating her toy, grabbing any extra stimulation she could get. When she pulled it out, Alyssa smiled when she saw her toy coated in her own saliva. But there was a much better use for it than satisfying an oral fetish.

Turning the vibrator back to the low setting, Alyssa began running it over her bare tits. She moaned and cooed as she vibrating toy sent shivers all over her breasts and touched her swollen nipples. It was just what she needed to really juice her pussy up. Alyssa stimulated her jiggling tits, running the toy all over her chest while Jessica continued licking, moving deeper and faster the longer she was down between her legs.

Jessica could hear Alyssa's moans grow louder and felt her pussy get wetter. She knew that meant Alyssa had to be getting close. Jessica looked up from Alyssa's pussy to see her friend using the vibrator on herself and she smiled at the erotic image. She paused her licking for a second, but Alyssa quickly corrected that.

"No stopping!" Alyssa snapped, moving her free hand to the back of Jessica's head and pushing her back into her pussy. "Not when I'm so fucking close! Keep licking my pussy! Get to work on my clit! Suck it whore!"

With Alyssa's hand now glued to the back of her head, Jessica followed her order. She got back to licking, tasting all the sexy pink folds she was quickly falling into total lust with. Jessica could feel Alyssa's clit so close to her tongue and every time she grazed it, it jumped and throbbed.

I don't know why guys have so much trouble. I found it right away, Jessica thought to herself as she began tonguing Alyssa's clitoris. This was no problem. Jessica loved how Alyssa's clit throbbed for her and she focused all her attention on it, swiping her tongue against her friend's pleasure center and making her buck up and down in the chair.

"Ughhhh that's it...more...suck on my clit Jess," Alyssa begged. "I'm so close! Just suck on that clit and you're going to be drowning in my cum! Mmmmmmm gonna get that beautiful face all cummy and sticky!"

Jessica obeyed immediately, licking at Alyssa's clit and getting it in perfect position for her to fasten her lips around. She gave it a hard suck and sent Alyssa into a series of long, happy moans. Jessica did it again and got the same result. Alyssa's juices were really starting to spill into her mouth and Jessica decided the best tactic was to keep doing this until Alyssa came.

That was the right idea and Alyssa felt her body move closer and closer. Jessica was doing a good job on her clit and Alyssa was taking care of the rest herself. She ran the vibrator over her nipples, making them throb almost as much as her clit. As she did this Alyssa filled her head with hot images of teaching Jessica all about being a good little cunt licker.

Maybe she could even invite her to the party. She'd get lots of hands on experience there and Alyssa could show off her newest prize to Rose. Alyssa evilly smiled when she pictured teaming up with Jessica to teach her housemate a lesson about shooting her mouth off.

She could picture it so easily. They'd strip Rose naked and make her get on her knees just like Jessica was now. Jessica would hold Rose down and yank on her hair and slap her big tits while making sure she ate Alyssa out. Alyssa loved thinking about spreading her legs and fucking Rose's beautiful face, making her lick up every drop of her cum while Jessica spit into Rose's ass and fucked her hard, making her scream out and totally submit to them.

The idea of Rose being her bitch in front of everyone at the party would have set Alyssa off on a good day, but with Jessica stimulating her pussy, the thought was the perfect push she needed to come. And come she did...right against Jessica's cum hungry mouth.

"YEAHHHHHHH!!!" Alyssa suddenly squealed as she came. Her hands immediately shot up to cover her mouth. She dropped her vibrator in the process, but she also managed to muffle herself more successfully than Jessica had been able to at first. She kept her hands clamped to her mouth, quieting her screams of pleasure and coating her palms with hot orgasmic saliva.

Even though she had known this was inevitable, it was still a surprise to Jessica to suddenly feel a blast of girl cum against her face the way she did. Before Jessica knew it her skin was being creamed with hot girl juice. It was a happy surprise for her taste buds. What she had sampled before was good, but it was nothing compared to the richness of Alyssa's orgasm.

Alyssa clamped down tightly on Jessica's face, but her hand in her hair remained. Alyssa didn't want Jessica going anywhere, so the actress kept licking and sucking as best as she could. She loved the feel of the orgasm against her skin and soon enough Alyssa didn't even need to hold her down. Jessica was too hooked to move away.

Only when Alyssa's muffled cries turned to tired moans did the grip in Jessica's hair loosen. Jessica pulled herself away and looked up with a smile at her lover as she gasped for breath, her naked skin coated in a sheen of happy sweat.

"So...was I good?" Jessica playfully asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

Alyssa didn't even answer with words. Instead she grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and pulled her up to her face. Alyssa yanked Jessica into the chair with her, pressing their bare tits together and kissing her passionately. Jessica eagerly returned a girl-girl kiss for the first time, even sucking on Alyssa's tongue when it was offered to her.

"I think you need to come down to the station with me," Alyssa laughed softly as the last tremors of pleasure rippled through her naked body. "You need a lot more interrogation."

Back at the mansion, Rose had a very satisfied smile on her face and it wasn't just because of the thorough fucking she'd just given Michelle and Jennifer. Though leaving them both naked and quivering in her bed was a source of great pride, Rose was more focused on the frenzy Sarah was falling into.

She hadn't expected Sarah to get this agitated this quickly, but there was no underestimating a slayer's temper. Rose had naturally heard Sarah pounding on her door, but there had been no way she was letting her in.

Now Sarah was tearing around the house like a bat out of hell trying to find her missing toys. Rose knew exactly where they were, of course, but there was no way in hell she was telling. She wanted Sarah at her boiling point tomorrow.

Tomorrow. It existed like a sweet promise. In less than 24 hours they'd all be in paradise and the mere thought of it sent shivers of expectation through Rose's body. She couldn't wait. After all the things she'd gone through recently, a chance to forget about everything and indulge in every pleasure imaginable was just what she wanted.

Even as she and Love had journeyed cross-country to New York, her troubles had always been there in her mind. The only times she'd been truly able to forget everything was when she was lost in the moment of sex. Beautiful women like Katie Holmes and Ashley Judd, Faye and her nympho daughter Bobbie Jo and even when Love had taken on those cops, they had all served as wonderful distractions and now what was set for tomorrow was hopefully going to blow all that away.

If everything worked out like they had planned then it was just going to be amazing. They had invited so many beautiful women. Even Ashley and Katie were coming, eager to reunite with her and Love. Rose couldn't wait for everyone to see those two beauties, like they were souvenirs they had picked up on their trip.

Rose knew she needed this. She needed a chance to prove to herself she wasn't afraid. So much had happened since that first poolside orgy and, even though to everyone in the mansion she seemed fine, Rose still felt fear at night. A fear that somehow they'd all find out the truth. That her friends would think she was crazy and abandon her. She tried not to let that fear show and an event like this would be a chance to prove to herself that she would never let anything hold her back...ever.

The thing was, her life had dramatically changed while she had been away and she hadn't even been involved with it. Rose didn't know how to feel about what had happened. It had been such a shock at first and there had been immediate elation, but then came the fear that it had somehow made things worse.

Now Rose was standing in the kitchen of the mansion looking at that day's Los Angeles Times and examining the latest headline in the newest Hollywood scandal.

"PRESSLEY DENIED BAIL, CLAIMS REID RELATIONSHIP WAS CONSENTUAL" the headline screamed in bold letters.

Rose didn't know Tara Reid outside of the most casual of encounters, but she did know Jaime and she knew that whatever Tara was claiming she had done, it was true. She knew what Jaime was capable of and she had no doubt she had indeed kidnapped Tara and abused her.

Now Jaime was under arrest and in jail without bail. She had been charged with kidnapping for now, but prosecutors said that more charges were coming. Rumors had been flying that police had discovered Tiffani Thiessen being held prisoner in Jaime's house, but no one had confirmed it yet.

The tabloids and 24-hour news channels were going crazy. Jaime wasn't even that famous, but the story had all the elements that drove people wild. Kinky sex and unusual crime.

The good news was that at last Rose felt free. She no longer had to worry about phone calls from Jaime summoning her and forcing her into sex she didn't want. Now that bitch was in jail and she couldn't hurt her anymore. But still Rose didn't feel completely safe from her. It was like things couldn't end this easily. There had to be more.

Suddenly Rose's cell phone rang, startling her out of her study of the newspaper. She reached for it, frowning when she didn't recognize the number that was calling her.

"Hello?" Rose said. There was nothing at first from the other end. Just silence. But Rose knew who it was and it sent a chill up her spine.

"What do you want?" Rose hissed.

"Come see me," Jaime Pressley commanded from the other end.

"Fuck you!" Rose spat out, ending the call. Almost as soon as she did, her cell rang again. She didn't want to pick it up and at first she ignored it. But the ringing continued until Rose couldn't take it anymore.

"Leave me alone!" Rose cried into the phone, hoping none of her housemates could hear her.

"Come see me...today!" Jaime ordered. "You will come or else I'm going to call a press conference and tell the world you were helping me and let them know exactly what you did in Portland."

"No!" Rose begged. "Please don't!"

"You have one hour to get your ass down here," Jaime barked before ending the call.

Rose trembled as she put her phone down on the table. Jaime could and would tell all. She knew she would. She could ruin everything when she was so close to having it all behind her. As much as Rose didn't want to go, she knew she had to. There was no choice.

"Thanks for doing this with me," Tara Reid said, giving her friend another grateful hug.

"All you have to do is ask," Rachael Leigh Cook replied, returning the hug. "Anytime you need me Tara, I'll be there."

"Thank you," Tara smiled happily, trying to force herself to only happy thoughts. That didn't last and she crumpled back down onto the bed, fully dressed, trying not to cry and failing miserably.

"I never thought I was going to see you again," Tara sobbed, burying her face in her pillow as Rachael sat down next to her and softly ran her fingers through her blonde hair. "I never thought I was going to see anyone again. I thought she was going to kill me. God Rach...she was crazy...she...she...God...she just did horrible things to me!"

"Shhhh...it's ok...it's ok sweetie," Rachael urged, caressing her crying friend's head. "I'm here now. It's ok. You're safe. She can't hurt you anymore."

The past few days had been such an emotional roller coaster for Tara from one extreme to the other. She had veered wildly from sobbing uncontrollably to elation over being safe and alive.

Jaime had left her in such a state that she could barely speak when she got to the hospital. She could only bark, as she'd been trained by her cruel mistress. It had taken days of sleep and food for Tara to get even close to coherent again.

Rachael remembered the phone call she and Rosario had gotten. At first they had both been ecstatic that Tara was alive, but that had quickly turned to rage at the thought that someone could take their friend and abuse her like that. Details had been so few at first, but the more they learned about what Jaime had done Tara, the more furious they had gotten. Rachael didn't consider herself a violent person, but she would have given anything she had for 10 minutes alone in a room with Jaime.

The thirst for vengeance, fortunately, was tempered by the fact that Jaime was under arrest and that Tara was ok. Rachael and Rosario had been mildly surprised by the hows and the wheres surrounding how Alyson, Shannon and Mena had found Tara, but in the end they didn't care...as long as Tara was safe.

Since then, the five of them hadn't left Tara's side for an instance. A lot of family and friends had come up to see her and nurse her back to health, but Tara had wanted Rachael, Rosario, Alyson, Shannon and Mena with her as often as possible and they had obliged her. It was the least they could do. They just wanted her to get well and be the happy, bubbly friend she was before all this had happened.

"I love you Rach," Tara sniffled, getting her tears back under control. "You're so good to me. Thank you for looking for me. Thank you for calling the police."

The blonde threw her arms around Rachael and hugged her again before pressing herself against her lips and kissing her passionately. Rachael eagerly returned the kiss, but didn't try to push it any further. They had all agreed not to rush Tara back into sex with them before they were sure she could handle it. Tara had been so emotionally fragile since being rescued. Not that anyone had blamed her. Jaime had brutalized her.

"I missed you so much," Tara said, feeling so safe and happy in her friend's arms. "She said no one was going to come for me. That you were never going to find me. She said she was going to keep me forever."

"We did find you, you're safe now," Rachael reassured her friend. "You're going to get through this and then you're never going to have to think about her again. She's not going to be able to hurt you anymore."

"Just don't leave me," Tara begged, clinging to Rachael. "Please don't leave me Rach!"

"I won't," Rachael promised. "I won't leave."

The District Attorney's Office was exploring the additional charges to file against Jaime and that meant Tara had to be interviewed thoroughly about what she had seen at the house and what had been done to her. They were coming by today for the third time and it had been so hard on Tara to recount what had happened to her. Those were the times when she needed her friends more than ever and they had been there for her.

The bell rang and Tara jumped a little in Rachael's arms. Rachael remembered with horror the busted lock she had discovered and she hugged Tara tighter, showing her it was safe.

"It's just the lawyers," Rachael told her. "Are you sure you want to do this today? Are you feeling ok? We can make it another day if you want?"

"No I want to do it," Tara said, summoning her courage. "I want to get this over with and I want that bitch to pay."

A few minutes later everyone was downstairs. Rachael was holding Tara's hand as they sat on the couch facing Susan Schmidt and Manuel Garcia from the district attorney's office. A stenographer was there to take Tara's deposition, but no one had caught her name.

"Ok, for the record this is a continuation of the conversation from three days ago," Susan stated. "We left off when Ms. Pressley was taking you to the club. Do you recall how she transported you there?"

"Wait, before you even start, we need to get this taken care of," Tara declared. "Did you find him yet?"

"Find who, Ms. Reid?" Manuel asked.

"The guy who rescued me," Tara snapped in frustration. "How many times do I have to ask? I ask one person and they say they're doing what they can and the next time it's a new person who doesn't know what the hell I'm talking about."

"We're continuing our efforts Ms. Reid, but so far we haven't been able to locate anyone who matches your description or the officers at the scene's description," Susan replied.

Tara frowned and slumped back in the couch. She had wanted so badly to see him again and thank him. Everything was so crazy and fuzzy about that night, but Tara remembered him rescuing her and beating up Jaime and then taking her away from it all. He had helped feed her and get her clothes.

But then she had passed out to sleep and when she had woken up she had been in the hospital. She had no idea how she had gotten there and when she had finally been able to ask, days later, they told her she had been left in the emergency room anonymously.

Tara couldn't accept that. She had to know who had saved her. She had to know who her white knight was. That was one of the reasons she had agreed to do these interviews so quickly. She wanted the DA to help her find him. She had to know who he was!

"Polar bears," Delbert said.

"That's your plan?" Waldo inquired.

"Indeed," Delbert confirmed. "Instead of resorting to plan B we can disguise ourselves as polar bears and hibernate for the spring. As you will recall, I perfected the polar bear costumes. Our identities would be perfectly hidden."

"We'll put that in the maybe file," Waldo replied. "In the meantime we need to move ahead with Plan B. The stakes are rising too high. We can't stay here. As long as we're here the girls are at risk. We can't have them get caught in the middle of all of this. In the meantime, we just have to wait. The soldier monkeys are already patrolling the perimeter."

As Waldo said this, two monkeys wearing combat fatigues and holding machine guns walked by and settled down for a break. One monkey pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth and offered the pack to his fellow monkey. The other monkey shook his head and the first monkey lit up, exhaling a big puff of smoke after taking a long drag.

"And the Wisconsin kung fu ninja fighting cows are poised in the shadows against attack," Delbert reported. "We should be well protected."

"Yeah, for now," Waldo said. "We've just got to figure out what Brandon's next move is. Franklin, how's the research coming?"

"It's hard, so many of these documents aren't in English and my Serbian isn't as good as it used to be," Franklin admitted. "The stuff that is in English is so encoded that it would take me months to break if we had the proper equipment, which we don't. This much I have gathered so far, as far as I can tell, this project was first developed in the early 1960's by the KGB. They never had the opportunity to make it work because of a lack of funding, but we in the U.S. didn't have any such restrictions. So when Dr. Sergei Nimchov defected in 1974 he brought this material with him and we got right to work."

As Franklin spoke, Waldo and Delbert settled in to hear him, along with the smoking soldier monkey and his comrade. Franklin walked over to his chalkboard where he had taped up several pieces of paper and had scribbled down several helpful charts and diagrams, as well as a crude timeline.

"The U.S. tried to use this first as part of the MK-Ultra program, but when Reagan got shot that program got put on ice fast," Franklin continued. "No one ever wanted anyone to know that Hinkley was actually a CIA experiment gone wrong, so they put out the Jodie Foster cover story and abandoned the project. That's where our friends come into play. While the project was dead, the file material hadn't been destroyed. Blevens and Terrance knew full well what the project did and five years ago they got to work on putting it back together, without any official permission. So they got Dr. Raymond Hall and Marcus Barker. Now Barker was the guy we chased down in Cuba."

"The one Blevens and Terrance said was a traitor?" Delbert asked.

"Correct Delbert," Franklin said. "Now what the truth was, was that he was no traitor. He had actually discovered what the true power of the MAW Device was and wanted to get it out of here fast. He knew that Blevens and Terrance were working without authorization and there were few he could trust. The whole shooting of Hall was a setup. And now it seems that the good Dr. Hall has simply disappeared. So Barker went down to Cuba to try and hide. Several European intelligence agencies, including our good friends in Serbia, had tails on him, but we got there first and well we all know what happened after that?"

"But what does the MAW Device do?" Waldo asked.

"That's the trickiest part," Franklin answered. "Because until now the device had entirely been theory. Nothing had ever actually been put together. But Hall and Barker had been able to break through and actually make a working device it seems. Until I actually get a chance to see it though, I don't know what it does in actuality. I just know what it does in theory."

"Well, then what does it do in theory?" Waldo asked as Franklin flipped the chalkboard over to reveal the other side where he had put on several sketches and equations. The sketches were no more than crude drawings of people, but what stood out were the eyes, which were spirals and the people's arms, which were stuck out zombie style.

"Think of the brain as a computer," Franklin began. "What if you were able to hold in your hand a device that could reprogram a personal computer from a distance and make it do what you wanted. It's the same thing here."

"You're not saying..." Delbert gasped.

"I am saying it Delbert," Franklin replied. "The MAW Device can essentially reprogram someone's mind. It's like a patch put on top of an existing program, changing it."

"And now Brandon has this device," Waldo declared grimly.

"It certainly seems like he does," Franklin sighed.

"We need to move up Plan B," Waldo said. "This is no time for us to be sitting around. We've got to get moving aggressively before it's too late."

"But what about Tara?" Delbert protested, finally bringing the name into the conversation that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue since the beginning. "I want to see her again! I want to make sure she's ok!"

"Look Del, you did a great thing by saving her and all that, but we can't let anything distract us," Waldo countered. "We have to be able to make this plan work and work fast. We're only going to have one shot at this or else all will be lost."

"But...I want to see her," Delbert sighed. He had been thinking almost non-stop about her since she had literally run into him outside the club. He had never felt this way about anyone before. He hadn't seen her since they had dropped her off at the hospital, but he had been thinking of her every night.

"Del, we need you to focus," Franklin stated. "Brandon is going to come after us. He knows we know he has the device and he probably knows by now that we didn't die in Cuba and I'm sure he knows that we know he knows. He's going to try and eliminate us. Our only hope right now is that he doesn't know that we know he knows that we know. We don't have much time."

"Plan B must go ahead without a hitch," Waldo said. "This is the only way we can possibly stop him."

The confidence the boys had that Brandon was coming after them was well founded. It hadn't escaped his attention that they had survived their little Cuban adventure and he was actually glad they had.

Years of planning had gone into this operation and he wanted the pleasure of having them die courtesy of the device he now had in his possession.

His only regret was that he wasn't going to be able to send Waldo, Franklin and Delbert on permanent leave personally the way he had with Blevens and Terrance. But you couldn't have everything, could you? Taking over the world would simply have to suffice.

The torture he had received at the hands of The Scorpion had been enough to sour him on government service and since that day he had been waiting for this opportunity. All his work, all his planning, all the blood that had been spilled...it had led up to this. Now everything he had dreamed about on those endless nights in custody and pain was close to fruition.

The only question Brandon had left in his head was whether he should kill the boys now or make them watch and suffer after he had some fun with those pretty girls who lived next door.

That reminded Brandon about another matter he had before him. Smiling he opened the envelope he had been sent and examined the handiwork inside. Sid had been as good as his word. Brandon hadn't wanted this job in the first place, but the client had been insistent and he had paid well for this information. Brandon supposed he had what he wanted now, though he couldn't imagine he'd be happy with the knowledge his woman was cheating on him with other women.

Sid's photographic work had captured Sarah and Reese together on several occasions on their recent New York City excursion. There was nothing too intimate in these pictures, but enough evidence to give the client what he had been looking for. Now he just had to deliver them and collect the rest of his fee.

"What you got there?" Raymond Hall asked, looking up from the MAW device.

"Just a little art, nothing you need concern yourself with," Brandon replied, putting the pictures away again. "How's it coming on that end?"

The boys had also been right about the fate of the not so good Dr. Raymond Hall. He was very much alive and very much on Brandon's team for this project.

It had been him who had first told Brandon about the MAW device and, with dollar signs in his eyes the whole time, the plan had been set in motion and executed to perfection. Now they had the device in their possession and success was inevitable.

"Almost ready for the test," Raymond answered. "I've got it purring right now. It came out a little worse for the wear from the trip, but it's all fixed. We just need a human subject."

"I've already got that taken care of," Brandon stated as a smirk crossed his face. "In fact this will be the perfect chance for me to take care of a three little loose ends that have to be snipped."

Almost as if by cue there was a ring of the bell.

"Come on, you'll find this very useful," Brandon said as he escorted Raymond from the lab.

Brandon opened in the front door and Raymond offered a quizzical look at what was on the other end.

"Pizza...hot and fresh in less than 30 minutes," the teenage delivery boy declared as he stepped inside. He couldn't have looked less inspired by his job or his life if he'd tried. The crooked nametag on his uniform vest read "Jody."

"Ahhh excellent, how much do I owe you?" Brandon asked, reaching on the counter for what everyone assumed was his wallet.

"$17.50 dude," Jody replied, counting down the seconds before he could clock out, head back to the beach and get nicely baked for the rest of the day.

"You ordered pizza?" Raymond asked in disbelief, wondering what was so important about this.

"No doctor," Brandon said as he picked up a taser and shocked Jody, sending the unsuspecting teenager slumped down to the ground, passed out. "I ordered you your test subject for the MAW device."

Even though she had reached her destination, Rose hadn't left her car. She was too terrified to move. She had hoped she was free. But Jaime's phone call had showed her she was anything but. It was almost as if she was never free. Jaime would remain a burden around her neck along with the past she knew about all too well.

"You don't have to do this," Chloe implored Rose, sitting across from her in the car. "You can turn this car around right now. She can't hurt you anymore."

"Yes she can," Rose sighed, defeat in her voice. "She can tell everyone. Then I'd lose everything."

"No, don't say that," Chloe insisted, taking Rose's hand in hers and squeezing it. "It's not true. She's fucked so much with your mind that you don't even know when she's lying anymore. You won't lose anything. Your friends will stay by you. Rose, they love you."

"No...they'll think I'm a freak," Rose claimed, a tear beginning to roll down her cheek as she pictured the horrified rejection she would be sure to get from her housemates. "They'll think I'm some crazy bitch. They won't want to see me anymore. I can't lose them Chloe. I just can't. I don't want them to think I'm a freak."

"I don't think you're a freak," Chloe said. "I know what happened. I was there, remember? But you're no freak Rose. They would never think that."

"You don't know that," Rose sighed softly, tears continuing to slowly run down her cheek. She hated how she got like this, so scared and sorry for herself. But Jaime always knew what buttons to press. "I can't risk it. I can't lose them."

"You won't," Chloe insisted, using her free hand to tenderly brush Rose's tears away. "Tell this crazy bitch to fuck off. Don't see her. Don't let her have power over you Rose. You're better than this. You're stronger than this. She's nothing and she's going to pay for what she did. Don't let her get inside you. Fight her."

"I can't..." Rose said, her head slumping in shame. "I can't fight her Chloe. She's inside me...commanding me. Making me do things that I don't want to do."

"You don't have to listen to her," Chloe replied. "Please Rose, I know you can fight her. Be strong. You don't have to go in and see her. She can't hurt you, you have to believe that! She's nothing. She's in jail now, getting what she deserves. You're free from her. Don't let her control you."

"Oh Chloe...what the fuck am I going to do?" Rose cried, slamming her head down on the steering wheel. "She's never going to leave me alone!"

"Shhhh...it's ok," Chloe said, caressing Rose's dark hair and pulling her up back into a sitting position. "You just have to be strong Rose. I know you can be. I believe in you. You've overcome so much and you're not going to let her beat you! You don't have to do this!"

"Thank you for coming here with me," Rose said, a grateful smile pushing over her lips as she looked into her friend's beautiful face and tried to let her words sink in.

"Don't thank me," Chloe replied. "Just fight her. You know you can do this. You have the strength inside. You're so strong with your friends. Be strong with this bitch."

That was all Chloe got to say before Rose suddenly lunged forward and kissed her passionately. Chloe hadn't been expecting the aggressive move and it knocked her back in her seat. She was used to her friend's seduction attempts and as soon as she regained her bearings she was about to push Rose off her, but when Rose's tongue slid into her mouth, Chloe found she couldn't. Instead she moaned ever so softly.

"I want you Chloe...you're my best friend...let me show you how much I love you...how much I need you," Rose babbled, her nervous energy bubbling over as she kissed the veteran porn star.

Whenever they had gone down this direction Chloe had always cut it off. She didn't want to risk their friendship. They had gone through so much together. Chloe hadn't wanted to fuck it all up. But this time...this time something felt different. For the first time Chloe considered just lying back and letting Rose touch her and kiss her and fuck her. She'd wanted it for so long and Chloe had always resisted. What would happen if she didn't resist? What would happen if she and Rose took that risk?

But before that train of thought furthered in her mind, Chloe got her self control back and gently pushed Rose off her. Even if she had wanted this, Rose was too much of an emotional mess. It wasn't the right time.

"Rose..." Chloe began, before Rose cut her off.

"I know...I know...you won't..." Rose sighed, cursing at herself for making herself look foolish in front of her friend. Rose opened her door and exited the car, leaving Chloe behind.

"Wait...let me come in with you," Chloe said. "If you're going to do this, at least let me go in with you."

"No...I don't want her to see you...I don't want her to know we're still friends," Rose explained. "I don't want her to hurt you too Chloe."

"You don't have to do this," Chloe repeated.

"I need to," Rose said sadly. "I have to do this. Wait here for me. I'll be back."

Without another word, Rose tuned and began walking toward the jail's main entrance, leaving her friend worried by the car.

As she walked inside, Chloe's words rang through Rose's head. She tried to be strong, but whenever she saw Jaime she just felt so completely helpless. It was like she had no choice but to do whatever she said, whether it was to come see her here or just lie back and get fucked hard over and over again. She was Jaime's toy and all the strength she had just disappeared whenever she was with the blonde.

Since she was being held without bail, Jaime was behind bars until a verdict in her trial or an appeals court reversed the decision. But since she hadn't been convicted she wasn't at any state prison. Jaime was in the jail facilities at the courthouse and there she would stay until further notice.

Rose found herself shaking slightly when she walked inside. She tried to get control of herself, but it was like Jaime had already beaten her on the inside. The closer she got to seeing her, the more fear she felt. Rose could barely take another step further, but she compelled herself to move and follow the guard as he led her down to the visitor's area.

She kept telling herself to calm down. Rose tried to believe Chloe's words, but it was so hard. When she saw Jaime sitting behind the protective glass Rose's impulse was to run, but she couldn't. She just kept walking toward Jaime.

"Sit the fuck down bitch," Jaime barked, her hard voice pushing through the little holes in the glass.

"Don't call me that," Rose begged.

"I'll call you whatever I fucking want you dumb cunt," Jaime smirked, getting a high off of Rose's visible fear. This was better than any drug. "Awwwww did poor little Rosie think I was gone? Did she think she was free to play with her slut friends? While you were gone I fucked your friend Alyssa. Did you know that? She was so eager to spread her legs for me. She was going to invite me to your precious little mansion and soon as I'm out of here that's the first place I'm going."

"Nooooo..." Rose cried. How could Alyssa do that? How could she willingly fuck this bitch? "Please...please...just leave them alone. Don't hurt my friends. I'll do anything. Please!"

"How many times do I have to tell you Rose?" Jaime mocked. "You don't have friends. They just see you as a bunch of hot holes begging to be fucked. They won't stand by you. When they find out who you really are they're going to toss you out with the garbage and move onto the next slut."

Rose didn't say anything, but another tear fell from her eye. Jaime always knew just what to say to make her feel so low and powerless.

"You are going to do what I say now Rose or else everyone is going to find out about you," Jaime continued. "You're going to help me out of this."

"What do you want me to do?" Rose asked, wiping away her tear angrily. The thought of willingly helping Jaime made her physically ill.

"You're going to go and tell the police that little bitch Tara Reid is a liar," Jaime ordered. "You're going to tell them that she was begging me to fuck her and train her. You're going to go say you helped me take her and that cunt Tiffani too. You're going to tell them that you were my little helper and that everything they said is a lie."

"I won't..." Rose claimed. She couldn't do that. Not just because it was illegal, but because she couldn't let Jaime get away with this. Rose could only imagine what she had put Tara, Tiffani and whoever else she had through.

"You will," Jaime commanded, her eyes like steel. "You will help me Rose or so help me I will fucking destroy you. I will ruin everything for you and then when I get out of here I will think of new ways for you to bleed!"

Rose felt a surge pulse through her body, but this time it wasn't from fear. She saw Jaime's hard gaze and shot one back of her own. They locked eyes and if the bulletproof glass could melt under their hateful heat it would have. For the first time Rose suddenly saw what was going on. Jaime was the one who was scared now.

Looking at her through the glass, Rose could see Jaime's orange jumpsuit and the bars in the background. She was trapped. She was like a caged animal now, desperately swinging her claws around, trying to break free. Jaime was a prisoner. She had no power anymore. For Rose this was like the clouds parting and the truth finally being revealed to her.

"No..." Rose said, her voice soft at first as the strength began to return.

"What was that?" Jaime demanded. "What the fuck did you say?"

"No!" Rose said, louder and firmer this time. "I won't help you! You're going to rot in jail you crazy bitch!"

"Don't you do this to me Rose!" Jaime screamed. "You're my little toy! I FUCKING OWN YOU!!!"

"FUCK YOU!!!" Rose screamed, smashing her hand against the glass, but not breaking it. "FUCK YOU!!! I WANT YOU TO GET FUCKING RAPED EVERY NIGHT IN HERE SO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME YOU BITCH!!!"

Guards reacted to the commotion by rushing over. Jaime began throwing herself against the glass, trying to break through it to get at Rose. She had murder in her eyes.

"YOU'RE FUCKING FINISHED ROSE!" Jaime shouted as the guards tried to pull her away. "EVERYONE'S GOING TO KNOW WHAT A FUCKING PSYSHO YOU REALLY ARE!"

Rose no longer felt any fear though. She saw now that Jaime was the desperate one. She was the one who needed her and at last Rose knew Chloe was right. She could stand up to her.

"Jaime...since you know so goddamn much about what I'm capable of then you ought to be fucking scared of me," Rose hissed fiercely through the glass as the guards dragged the flailing Jaime away. She knew the blonde had heard her though. Rose's heart was pumping with adrenaline and her head was spinning, but that wasn't important. All she knew was that she was no longer scared.

"All right, I'm sure everyone is wondering why I've called you all down here," Sarah said as she paced back and forth in the mansion's media center. As it had been all morning and into the afternoon, things were on the verge of descending into flat out chaos and Sarah was right in the center of it all.

"Not really, I think you've been pretty damn clear about it," Christina smirked from the couch.

While Sarah paced, Christina, Britney and Jessica filled up the couch. Jewel and Love were on the other couch. Jennifer was in one of the chair's and Alyssa was sitting down on the floor, resting her head against the couch, her face covered ear to ear in the kind of smile that could only come from getting some. Michelle was in one of the other chairs, crossing her legs in her short uniform skirt and the opening them repeatedly, to give anyone interested in looking evidence that she still wasn't wearing any panties. Only Rose was missing from the group.

"Ok...maybe I've been a little off the handle today," Sarah admitted. "But I don't like it when someone takes my things. Now I get that you were all playing a little joke on me and all that, but the jokes over. I want my toys back."

Sarah got no response from her housemates, everyone giving her their perfect poker face.

"Ok, here's what I'm going to do," Sarah sighed. "I know one or more of you took my toys while I was in the shower today. I'm not mad about this anymore. I don't care who it was who did this. I just want my things back. So I am going to turn my back and count to 10 and when I do, I want my toys sitting here when I turn around. Ok?"

She got no response so Sarah simply turned her back on her housemates and covered her eyes. She began patiently counting down from 10, her voice getting stronger with every decreasing number. Finally she hit zero and she turned around to find absolutely nothing but her housemates continuing to stare at her with no emotion.

"GODDAMNIT WHERE ARE MY FUCKING TOYS???" Sarah screamed in frustration.

"We don't know what you're talking about Sarah," Jewel replied, feigning ignorance.

"Oh yes you do!" Sarah shot back pointing the finger of accusation right at the busty blonde. "You know exactly what I'm talking about! There is some kind of evil conspiracy here...don't think I don't see it! You all are trying to keep me from having fun!"

"Sarah, you're being paranoid," Jessica claimed.

"Am I? Am I really?" Sarah charged as she eyed each and every woman in the room with suspicion and distrust. "I know there's something going on here. You're all plotting against me! All of you have been sending me on a wild goose chase looking for my things, but none of you seem to know what I mean? Not likely. You're all in on this! But none of you really has the guts to pull this off...where's your ringleader?"

"What do you mean?" Christina huffed, pissed that Sarah wouldn't think she had the stones to pull this trick off. It hadn't been her idea, but still she liked to think she was quite capable of it.

"Where's your leader? Where's Rose?" Sarah demanded.

"Here I am," Rose cheerfully declared, walking into the media center at the sound of her name. When she saw the gathering of girls, she stopped and shot Sarah a puzzled look.

"What'd I miss?" Rose asked.

"I think Sarah's accusing us of killing Kennedy or something," Alyssa laughed.

"You know! You know exactly what's going on here!" Sarah accused, walking right for Rose in the doorway. "I should have known that you were behind this Rose! I should have known when you locked your door this morning while you were fucking those two sluts!"

Jennifer and Michelle blushed slightly, but still smiled at the memories of what they had done with Rose that morning. Sarah's failed attempts to gain entry had made it even hotter for them.

"Maybe I do," Rose smirked, crossing her hands over her chest and staring Sarah down. "What's the matter Sarah? Missing something?"

"You took them! I know you did!" Sarah shouted. "Give them back!"

"Awwww has Sarah not had enough orgasms yet today...she needs her little toys," Rose grinned evilly. "Poor Sarah. Nothing and no one for her to play with, whatever is she going to do?"

Rose was brimming with more confidence than she could ever remember having. Seeing Sarah reduced to paranoia and borderline hysteria through horniness showed her that her plan was working perfectly. She just hoped that she didn't get too excited and betray to her housemates the real source of her elation.

Standing up to Jaime had felt better than any orgasm ever had. For the first time in so long, Rose felt completely free. Even with the charges against her still pending and the possibility that her record could be unsealed, Rose felt at peace. She felt like Chloe was right. Jaime couldn't hurt her anymore, She was gone from her mind. And Rose knew if she could handle Jaime, then Sarah would be no problem.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Sarah yelled, her frustration obvious. "What did I do to you Rose? Why are you picking on me like this?"

"I have my reasons," Rose replied coyly. "But you're not allowed to find out yet."

"I WANT MY TOYS!!" Sarah demanded, seemingly on the verge of throwing a major temper tantrum complete with kicking and floor pounding.

"Why?" Rose smirked. "The fun's just starting. What'cha gonna do about it Sarah? Nothing...you're just going to sit here and take it. So get used to not getting off Sarah. You're on ice until tomorrow and the sooner you accept it, the better you're going to feel. No one in this house is going to touch you and your toys are in a secure location. Now get over it."

Sarah seemed ready to growl at Rose, but instead she just stormed out of the room, stalking back up to her room. A few minutes later she slammed her door closed with such force that everyone could hear it all the way downstairs.

"Wow...she's pissed," Britney observed.

"It's all part of the stages of horniness," Christina explained. "First there's confusion...then anger...then paranoia...then rage...then bawling and begging. I can't wait to see that."

"Me too," Rose agreed. "God, it's going to be so hot seeing her writhing and begging to come."

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Love asked. "It seems so mean. Sarah's really mad at all of us."

"Don't worry Love, she's going to be on her knees thanking each and every one of us by this time tomorrow," Rose confidently predicted as she threw herself down on the couch next to her concerned housemate. "Trust me."

Rose then placed a hot, happy kiss on Love's lips, one which was happily returned.

"Is everything set?" Rose asked when the kiss ended.

"Oh yeah," Jewel answered. "I just spoke with Aly and she said it's all going according to plan. People are going to start coming in tomorrow morning and setting up. She just said to make sure Sarah's not there until the mid afternoon. Aly wants to make sure everything is set up perfectly first."

"This is going to be beautiful," Rose predicted, adrenaline still pumping in her veins. "I can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees what we've got for her. If she's going to marry this assclown then I want her walking funny down the aisle in her pretty little wedding dress."

"Oh please let me come..." Hilary Duff begged. "Please...please...please...I'll do anything! Just please let me come!"

"Oh I dunno," Christina teased on the other end of the phone. "I don't know if you're slutty enough for us Hilary. You might like to play little good girl games instead like pin the tail on the donkey and bobbing for apples. This is a big girl's party and we play grown up games there."

"Please! I'll be slutty! I'll be the biggest, naughtiest slut in the world for you!" Hilary claimed, her young, sweet voice filled with desperate need. "I'll say all those nasty words you like. You can totally fuck my pussy and my ass Christina! You all can! Just please let me come! I can't stop thinking about what we did! It's all I want! I want more! Please give me more!"

Christina was having so much fun right then, lying naked on her bed, teasing her nipple piercing as she talked to Hilary on the phone. Hilary was invited to the party, but Christina didn't let her know that yet. She just wanted to hear the teen starlet beg first.

It was such a turn on to hear innocent little Hilary crying for them to fuck her and use her like a slut. Christina was getting so wet knowing how they had transformed this little virgin into a hot whore begging for pussy.

"Won't your mommy be looking for you?" Christina continued to tease. "I don't know if she'll let Hilary come out and play with bad girls like us."

"Ohhhhh fuck my mom!" Hilary swore, getting a happy smirk from Christina. No thanks, the pierced singer said to herself. She'd met Susan Duff and she was not on Christina's MILF list. Now Britney's mom on the other hand, that was a different story. But Christina knew that wasn't what Hilary had meant anyway.

"She won't find out, just please let me come," Hilary begged. "I'll do anything you want! Please Christina...ummmm I've been so wet since that night. All I can think about is you and Britney fucking me with those toys and making me come so hard and then the rest of you doing me and making me lick you and touch you and kiss you. Gawwwwd, I want more! I want it all! I won't let my mom find out! I can sneak away! Please! Please! Please!"

As much fun as it was to hear Hilary begging like this, Christina knew that there was no way she was going to be able to keep this going much longer. She wanted Hilary at the party as much as Hilary wanted to be there. Christina had gotten off so hard popping this little slut in training's cherry and making her into a writhing girl sex loving whore. Christina had been fingering herself every morning in the shower thinking about it.

Of course Hilary was on the list. Christina wanted to show her off to everyone who hadn't been in the house that magical night. And plus, she would make a fine present for Sarah.

"Welllllllll...maybe..." Christina playfully relented. "But do you mean it when you say that you'll do anything?"

"Yesssss...oh yessssss I mean it," Hilary promised. She was completely willing to agree to anything at this point. She couldn't miss out on this. Ever since Christina had first teased her with the idea about this party, all Hilary had wanted was to be there. "I'll do anything you want! Anything!"

"Bring a friend then," Christina commanded. "Show me you can score a hot chick Hilary and we'll let you in. If you get off that plane tomorrow and you're not with someone then you had better just turn around because the door's gonna be locked. But if you get a sexy friend to come with you, then you both can come play with us."

"A friend? But...but...I've never been with anyone but you guys," Hilary protested mildly. She didn't want to make Christina mad by whining. Plus the idea did turn her on.

"Just pick someone then," Christina advised. "C'mon Hilary, I know someone like you has got a lot of sexy friends. Just pick one you want to fuck and bring her. It had better be a girl, though. No boys allowed Hilary. You can't just find whatever boy band dick wants to get into your panties this week. It has to be girl, you get me Hilary?"

"Yes...no boys allowed..." Hilary repeated. "I'll find someone. I totally promise I will. I have to be there."

"I know you will," Christina smiled. "See you tomorrow sweetie. If you do what your told, you're going to be able to play with everyone."

Christina then hung up the phone and smiled, just as Britney walked into their room, still hobbled by a slight limp.

"All packed yet, gimpy?" Christina giggled.

"Stop it! I hate it when you call me that," Britney grumbled. She had injured her knee while shooting a music video and had needed arthroscopic surgery. That meant she had to cancel the rest of her tour, but that actually made Britney happy because it meant she was able to spend more time in Malibu and enjoy the summer. However it also opened her up to lots of teasing.

"Whatever you say gimpy," Christina laughed as Britney shot daggers at her from her eyes. Knee surgery had been no fun and Britney had needed crutches for the first few weeks after it. Now she only needed them rarely. She had a little limp left, but doctors told her that would go away soon.

"Awwwww don't be mad," Christina urged as Britney pouted. "I was just teasing. C'mere let me kiss it and make it better."

Knowing it was impossible to stay mad at Christina, Britney let her lover and partner pull her down on the bed. Britney was in cut off shorts and Christina's lips went right down her leg. Christina lightly kissed all over Britney's left knee, teasing and tickling where the surgeons had worked. This quickly got Britney giggling and soon Christina's lips were right against hers.

Britney pulled Christina on top of her as they kissed, her hands moving down to squeeze Christina's ass cheeks. Christina had let her hair go back to blonde and it tickled Britney's face as they happily kissed.

"Mmmm Hilary's in," Christina reported to her housemate when the kiss finally broke. "I think I even talked her into bringing a friend."

"Mmmm goody," Britney moaned. "I just can't wait one more second."

"Me neither, why do you think I've got us leaving tomorrow at the crack of dawn?" Christina smiled. "I want us to be the first bitches there. So you all packed?"

"Mmmhmmm," Britney replied in the affirmative. "I got everything I need."

"Well this is all I'm bringing," Christina laughed as she rolled off Britney and ran her hands over her own naked body. "Everything I need for this thing is right on me."

"What a coincidence, that's all I'm bringing too," Britney giggled. "I guess great minds think alike."

"So do horny minds," Christina replied before leaning over for another kiss on Britney's lips. "Believe me Britney, this is no joke. Where we're going, our bare skin is really all we're going to need."

Back in her room Hilary's stomach was filled with butterflies. She took Christina completely at her word that she had to find a friend to bring. Not knowing that Christina would have let her in whether she was alone or brought a whole Girl Scout troop with her, Hilary was frantically trying to figure out which girl to try and invite with her.

Hilary was indeed ready and willing to do anything to get invited to this party. Christina and Britney and all their sexy friends had totally opened her eyes. All she had been able to think of since leaving the mansion was having more and more lesbian sex.

She wanted to feel girl hands and tongues on her body and she wanted them to use their toys on her everywhere. Hilary had never felt anything as good as she had that night when they had made her into a willing slut for them.

Christina had been so right that night. The old Hilary was gone and the new Hilary loved being a bad girl. The new Hilary loved fucking and cursing nasty words while doing it. The new Hilary only wanted sex and having lots and lots of orgasms.

Hilary loved being bad and doing naughty things that her mommy had no idea she was doing. Hilary had even tried smoking as part of being the new Hilary, but all that ended up doing was making her throw up, so she had decided to just stick to being naughty by having lots of lesbian sex.

She had been so turned on by the idea of this party Christina had told her about. She had been so excited that Hilary had almost wore out her DVDs of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" watching them and thinking about being naughty with girls like Sarah Michelle Gellar and Eliza Dushku. There were so many hot girls on the show and Christina had told her they were all going to be at the party. Hilary knew she had to be there too. She just had to be.

But who should she pick? Who would be perfect? Hilary had been thinking a lot about all the hot girls she knew lately, wondering what it would be like to fuck them like Britney and Christina and everybody had fucked her. But she was too scared to try this with any of her close friends. What if they freaked? What if they told on her?

Hilary was a bad girl now, but she was also afraid of how long her mom would ground her if she found out what she was doing. Hilary knew she'd totally have gray hair by the time she was able to go out again.

She had been having fantasies about all the girls she knew lately. Hilary was afraid to admit it, but she had even been thinking about her own sister.

Haylie had been the one who had taught Hilary all about sex and Hilary had been having such a naughty fantasy lately about going into her big sister's room late at night and showing her what a good student she had become. Just thinking about something so naughty and wrong made Hilary's nipples tingle under the long nightshirt she was wearing as her Buffy DVD played on the TV in her room.

Thinking of being naughty with her sister was getting her wet again, but Hilary knew she couldn't pick her. It would be too weird. She couldn't do things like that with her sister. It was totally wrong. Only sickos did that. Besides, if her mom ever found out, then Hilary knew she'd be in the biggest trouble ever. So she decided not to go there. Haylie was hot, but Hilary had to find someone else.

Who? Who could she pick? She wanted it to be someone hot. Hilary wanted to make sure that Christina let them in. But who? And it had to be someone famous. There were going to be so many famous girls there. Hilary didn't want to be a dork and bring someone uncool. Then all of a sudden she got it. Hilary knew exactly who to take.

Giggling all the way, Hilary ran for her cell phone and excitedly pulled a number from its memory. She'd been wanting to call this number for so long. She hated fighting with people. Hilary wanted to be friends and now suddenly she wanted to be more than friends with this girl.

"Hello?" a voice on the other end said after a few rings.

"Lindsay? Hi..." Hilary began nervously. God, she didn't know how to do this. She just knew she needed to. "It's Hilary...ummmm...Hilary Duff."

That was followed by a long pause. At first Hilary assumed she'd hung up. But then she heard the breathing on the other end.

"What do you want?" Lindsay Lohan asked after the pause. She didn't sound angry, just wary.

"Listen, Lindsay...I don't want to fight anymore," Hilary said, deciding to go right with the truth. She hadn't wanted to fight with Lindsay. It had all gotten so blown out of proportion. "I want us to make up. I'm sick of people saying we hate each other, I want us to be friends."

There was another long pause after that and Hilary got nervous. What if she couldn't do this? What should she say to Lindsay? How could she make her come to the party? The longer things were silent, the more nervous Hilary got. But then there was finally a response and it was just what Hilary had hoped for.

"I don't want to fight either," Lindsay admitted, so happy to finally be able to say it. "I want to be friends with you too Hilary. It's so dumb that everyone thinks we're enemies. I mean it's totally retarded...wait...damn it...can't say that anymore...I mean it's so...well you know what I mean. I don't want to be fighting with you. It's so silly that we're not friends."

Lindsay had wanted to say this for so long, but things had just spiraled out of control. They had never been the bitter enemies that the press had claimed they were, but they hadn't been friends either.

Things had totally gotten like it was in high school with the two most popular girls fighting with each other. Lindsay had never wanted that. She hated fighting with people. There was enough fighting at home with her mom and dad and her dad and her uncle and her dad and...well basically everyone these days.

Lindsay wanted as many friends as she could have and it was just silly that she and Hilary weren't friends. They had let tabloid stories make them into rivals when they totally weren't. Lindsay had felt like this had always been crazy. She hadn't wanted to fight, but she had never really offered Hilary an olive branch and Hilary hadn't gone out of her way either, until now. And now that Hilary was trying to be nice, Lindsay wasn't going to let this opportunity pass to put all this dumb shit behind them.

"I'm so glad you feel that way," Hilary squealed in delight. "We shouldn't be fighting...not over something like boys."

Especially, since I don't like boys anymore, Hilary wickedly added to herself. Hilary was going crazy with lust thinking about making sure Lindsay didn't like boys anymore either.

"Yeah totally, boys suck anyway," Lindsay giggled on the other end of the phone. "Who needs them?"

"I don't," Hilary replied, unable to help herself from saying it. "I don't need them at all."

Lindsay wasn't quite sure what Hilary meant about that, but she shrugged it off. Hilary had always seemed a little strange to her...a little too wholesome and all that. But Lindsay still hoped they could be friends, even if they were different people. She didn't want clones as friends.

"So you want to hang out or something soon?" Lindsay asked. "I'll bet we can have some fun together."

"Oh yes, that's just what I want," Hilary eagerly answered, making Lindsay frown a little. Was that a moan she just heard in Hilary's voice? No way...it couldn't be. She had to be imagining things.

"What do you want to do? Any ideas?" Lindsay asked.

"Well, there's this party tomorrow," Hilary offered. "You want to go?"

"Sure," Lindsay said, immediately brightening at the sound of one of her favorite words. "I love a good party. Where's it at? A club?"

"Sort of," Hilary cryptically replied. "It's a pretty private thing. Like an all day party. Really exclusive."

"Really? Wow, sounds great," Lindsay said. "Count me in. But where's it going to be?"

"Great, we can go together and everything," Hilary declared gleefully. "Oh Lindsay, this is going to be so sweet! I can't wait! I'm so glad you're going to come with me!"

"Yeah, we're going to have a lot of fun," Lindsay replied, still unsure about this mystery party. She wished she knew more about it, but she sure loved parties. This wouldn't be too bad as long as there was some music and some booze.

"I'll call you tomorrow," Hilary giggled before Lindsay could ask again for details. "Byeeeeeeeee!"

Folding her cell phone back together Hilary suddenly realized that she had been so excited about Lindsay agreeing to go that she had completely forgotten to tell her what a special party it was. Oh well, she wouldn't have known how to tell her anyway. Maybe it would be better to just show her...yeah that would be so great. Once Lindsay saw how good it was she'd totally want to join in too.

The thought had Hilary close to dripping hot juice down her bare legs. Before she gave it even a second thought, Hilary pulled up her nightshirt and began toying with her wet pussy, dreaming about tomorrow.

By the time tomorrow did roll around, it had been a happy, restful night for everyone...save for one housemate. Sarah's mood could accurately be described as murderous as she pulled herself out of bed.

She had barely slept a wink the night before. When she was at the mansion, Sarah usually fell asleep with a blissful smile on her face, an orgasm having sent her off to dreamland. There had been none of that relief last night.

Instead all there had been was a gnawing sense of intense sexual frustration and anger at her supposed "friends" for doing this to her. Sarah had dozed off a few times, but she was too worked up to get any real sleep. She had tossed and turned for most of the night.

Sarah had tried to get herself off with her fingers a few times, just to get some rest, but it wasn't the same. For her masturbation with her fingers just couldn't compare with a toy filling her or a soft girl tongue lapping at her cunt. Sarah had been so horny the past night that she had even considered sneaking out and giving Freddie a pre-wedding jump, but she didn't want to give her housemates the satisfaction of seeing her reduced to that.

Her attempts to get herself off with her fingers also failed miserably because Sarah simply couldn't get herself inspired. She couldn't muster the erotic images she needed. She was too pissed at the girls she lusted after most. She couldn't believe they had done this to her. Even Aly, her best friend, hadn't returned her desperate phone calls. She was probably in on this too!

After everyone had refused to help her, Sarah had stormed up to her room and not come out the rest of the night. That meant skipping dinner and as she rose, Sarah's stomach growled. She knew she was going to have to venture out for some breakfast. Sarah just hoped she didn't see any of her housemates. She didn't want to see any of them.

Unfortunately, Sarah's luck brought her face to face with Love when she strode into the kitchen. Love looked up from her cereal and gave Sarah a hopeful smile, dipping her toe in the water to see if it was friendly. Sarah shot Love a mean look and completely snubbed her, refusing to offer anything close to a return smile. Sarah saw Love's head sink a little and she felt a rush of pleasure knowing she'd hurt her friend's feelings. Good, now she knows a little of how I feel, Sarah said to herself.

Sarah grabbed herself some melon from the refrigerator and when she turned around Love tried talking to her.

"Sarah...I..." Love began before she was quickly cut off.

"Save it Love," Sarah snapped. "I don't want to hear it. I can't believe you did this to me. I thought we were friends and now you stole my things and won't give them back. I thought you were better than this Love. I thought you of all people wouldn't play Rose's mean games."

"Please Sarah, we're not doing this to be mean," Love replied, her voice soft and pleading with her friend to stop being angry. She soon found herself repeating what Rose had told her the night before. "You just have to trust us Sarah. Please don't be mad."

"Why shouldn't I be mad? You're all plotting against me for some reason I don't even know yet," Sarah muttered. "You're not letting me having any fun while the rest of you are living it up. Do you have any idea how fucking unfair that is? Is this because of Freddie? Are you all punishing me for getting married?"

"No...it's nothing like that," Love said in what was a sort of lie. It had something to do with her wedding, just not the way Sarah thought it did. "Please, just trust us. You're going to see so soon what's going on."

"Hmmmmmphhhh," Sarah huffed before turning her attention away from Love. She was so angry she could barely see straight. These were the last days she was going to permit herself this wonderful indulgence of lesbian sex and her housemates were making it hell. She felt like just leaving now and not even waiting for the wedding to stop messing around with girls. Women were all crazy. It was true.

Love sighed and got up to clean her dishes. It didn't look like Sarah was going to soften up anytime soon. Hopefully Rose was right and she would be thanking them in the end, but Love was worried that this would really backfire on them. She didn't want to lose Sarah on a silly prank, especially when she had something so important to tell her.

"Morning everyone," Jessica said as she walked into the kitchen wearing just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Sarah shot her the same look that she'd hit Love with and the mansion's newest housemate immediately backed away and turned to Love.

"Well Christina and Britney are gone," Jessica reported.

"Good!" Sarah reflexively snapped, before the obvious question popped into her head. "Umm...where did they go?"

"You'll see," Jessica mysteriously winked, which made Sarah's blood boil. At least Love seemed to feel guilty about this. Everyone else was acting so cavalierly about it. It made Sarah so angry, but it was also starting to really pique her curiosity. What was going on here? Everyone was acting like there was something big planned, but what? And was it just part of Rose's cruel prank to get her thinking this way?

"C'mon tell me," Sarah sighed. "I'm sick of these games. Can someone just give me a straight answer around here?"

"Well, let's just say they're in paradise," Jessica grinned, knowing that she was on the verge of going there herself. Her bags were packed upstairs and all she had to do was eat, dress and get herself gone. She just hoped that the two perpetually horny pop princesses didn't drain the place before she got there.

"Oh my God Chrissy!" Britney squealed for what felt like the millionth time since they'd arrived. Ordinarily, Christina would have teased her friend about that, but how could she when Britney was saying the same things she was thinking. This place was even better than she had imagined.

"This place is incredible!" Britney marveled. She threw her bag down on the bed and ran as quickly as she could over to the balcony. Britney eagerly opened the door and ran out, letting the sun beat down on her as she stared out into the oceanfront view from the balcony. This wasn't smoggy, oppressive Los Angeles sun either. This was the warm, caressing tropical island sun and Britney happily smiled as it showered her in light while the ocean breezes flew gently through her hair.

"Not a bad view either," Christina giggled as she joined Britney out on the balcony, wrapping her arms around her from behind and kissing her neck.

"Which part?" Britney asked slyly. "The ocean or the beach?"

"Mmmm they're both eye catchers," Christina replied. While the ocean did sparkle under the sun with the blue majesty patriotic song writers liked to talk about, Christina couldn't help but look down at the beach where nude sunbathers had gotten an early start on their tanning day.

"That beach does look pretty yummy," Britney admitted as she looked down at the naked men and women bronzing their bare bodies. This place was everything Rose and Alyson had promised it would be. Britney had only been there for 20 minutes and she already was thinking about buying the damn place.

For a party like this, no ordinary setting would do. Not even the mansion would suffice. It had to be exotic and tropical and as everyone had offered their input in the planning stages, no one could figure out the perfect place for it. Ultimately it had been Love, the mansion's loyal Playboy Channel viewer, who had come up with the winning idea.

The Hedonism III resort in Jamaica bought so much commercial time in the station that they must have had a stake in the company by now and their ads had won Love over with their promises of sun and sex. It fit Alyson's plans perfectly and she had quickly moved to turn the idea into reality. Now the resort for people unafraid to display their goodies was about to be the sight for what everyone involved hoped was the bachelorette party of all time.

Christina had required absolutely no arm-twisting whatsoever to sign onto the plan. She loved Jamaica for the sun and rum alone and having all that plus staying at a resort with a nude swimming pool, a nude beach and a nude bar that stayed open until the crack of dawn was absolute heaven to Christina. They were the first of their group to arrive and Christina was eager to explore every inch of this place.

"Yummy is an understatement," Christina grinned as used the eagle eye view from their suite balcony to look at the glistening bodies. Everyone looked so good down there, both the men and women, that Christina actually had to remind herself not to wear herself out before the party even started. "Let's get our asses down there right now. No time for standing around, gimpy."

"Definitely," Britney immediately agreed, so in love with her surroundings that she ignored Christina's use of her least favorite nickname. Britney wrestled herself away from Christina's embrace and went for her bags. She opened up her suitcase and pulled out one of her brand new bikinis while she stole glances at Christina briskly stripping.

As Christina wiggled out of her clothes, Britney did the same. She peeled her tank top over her head and pushed down her favorite Daisy Duke shorts and panties. Britney had pulled out a new white bikini with small multi colored hearts all over it. It was such a cute design. Britney had been unable to resist buying it, after she and Natalie Portman had redressed and licked their fingers clean following their changing room rendezvous of course.

Britney pulled the bikini over her nude body and slipped her sandals back on. She was eager to get down there and get some sun. She and Christina were both supposed to be helping set up, but she supposed there was some time for fun first. The party wasn't not going to happen if they got a fresh tan first. Britney turned toward the door, but froze after a few steps at what she saw standing before her.

"Ummm Chrissy, aren't you going to...you know...put a bikini on?" Britney asked as she stared at Christina, who was standing by the door without a stitch of clothing on except for her sandals.

"Duhhhhh no," Christina giggled. "Hello Britney, it's a nude beach down there."

"You're not really going to get naked in front of everyone are you?" Britney gasped. She hadn't even expected Christina to go that far.

"Of course I am," Christina scoffed, as if the very idea of wearing clothing was a ridiculous notion to her. "What's the point of having a nude beach right in front of you if you're not going to use it? I mean it's like wearing a rain coat on a sunny day."

"But...there's people down there," Britney marveled at her friend's uninhibited plans. "I mean anyone could see you...see us...and we're famous!"

"All the more reason to get naked," Christina grinned. "If we're going to give them a show, then let's give them a fucking show! I don't intend on covering up this body even for a second while I'm here and you shouldn't either. Now c'mon Britney, get that damn bikini off. You're going naked too!"

"But...but...what if there's paparazzi?" Britney protested as Christina reached for her with the intention of stripping her bare.

"That's why I brought Fluffy along," Christina replied as she referenced the 7-foot, muscled bodyguard who was now stationed outside their door. "If he sees anyone taking photographs then their cameras are going to be shoved up their asses before they even have time to say the S in stop. No one even knows we're here and if they recognize us then they'll just think we're lookalikes or something. Besides what happens at Hedonism stays at Hedonism. Now get this thing off! Get naked gimpy!"

"Don't call me that!" Britney whined, but her fight was quickly fading. It did sound like so much fun to be naked out there, letting everyone see her body.

Christina looked beautiful standing there, showing off her pierced nipple and her smooth, clean-shaven pussy, and they weren't even out of their suite yet. Britney knew she was going to look even better out under the sun, getting her skin bronzed and the more she thought about, the more she wanted to be naked right along with her.

"Then strip," Christina ordered. "If you lose the suit, then I'll lose the nickname, ok?"

"Wellllll..." Britney replied, still not convinced. She loved being naked with Christina and showing off how slutty she could be with all their sexy friends, but she didn't know if she was ready yet to go naked in front of strangers yet. Maybe she could make a compromise or something.

"Ok let's go," Britney said, tugging at the string of her top and pulling it off, exposing her bare breasts.

"Uh uh...bottoms too," Christina insisted.

"No...maybe later though," Britney said firmly, putting her foot down. "Depends on how frisky I get out there."

"Fine, be that way, but I'm getting those bottoms off you first chance I get," Christina promised with a wicked smile. She grabbed some sunscreen and took Britney's hand in hers, leading her out the door.

"C'mon Fluffy," Christina said to her imposing, sunglass-wearing bodyguard. "Let's hit the beach!"

A few minutes later the two girls were out on the beach, trying not to giggle as they casually walked amongst the population of the naked. Aside from Britney and her bikini bottoms, everyone else on the beach was stark naked except for Fluffy. Of course given his size and strength, no one was about to tell him that he had to do anything he didn't want to.

"God, it's just so wild," Britney smiled as she eyed all the bare bodies from behind her sunglasses. "This place is amazing!"

For the first time in a long time Britney actually found herself staring at the guys more than the girls. She couldn't get over seeing all those soft cocks in all shapes and sizes. Britney began wondering what she and Christina could do to get all those cocks hard and what would happen if they did. It was a completely delicious idea and one glance over at Christina showed Britney that her friend was thinking the exact same thing.

But before they could get any further with those thoughts, they noticed a figure walking toward them. Two things immediately grabbed Britney and Christina about this person...first she was completely dressed and second she was someone they knew.

"Holy shit," Christina muttered under her breath. This was not someone she had been expecting to see. Not now and definitely not here.

"Hola!" Shakira said, giving Britney and Christina a friendly wave.

"Hey," Britney sheepishly waved back, a little embarrassed at having been caught. She suddenly felt very vulnerable as if Shakira could look at her and Christina's naked flesh and somehow see all the lesbian sex that now dominated their lives.

"And here I thought I was getting away from the industry," Shakira laughed, seemingly unfazed by all the naked flesh before her, as the three of them walked closer until they were face to face to face. "I guess the industry found me."

"We could say the same thing," Christina said, her eyes flickering behind her sunglasses. Of all the people to run into...Shakira! Inside Christina was seething a little.

She had always been jealous of her talent. It came so easy to Shakira. She could dance. She could sing. She could even write her own goddamn songs. Everything Christina had to struggle to do seemed to come easily to Shakira. Now she was here right in the middle of her paradise and Christina wasn't happy over the intrusion.

"Well I'm not exactly here for a vacation," Shakira replied, her accent betraying her Columbian heritage, but her words clear and understandable. "We're shooting a video on the beach."

"Girls Gone Wild?" Britney giggled, unable to make a joke. She was nervous about being discovered like this, but Shakira didn't seem to mind their state of undress.

"Yeah...right," Shakira laughed. "That would be something. No, this is just a regular video for the first single from the new album. It's going to be coming out in the spring. So...uhhh...what are you guys doing here? I ummmm see you got into the...umm...spirit of the place."

The way Shakira said that gave Christina pause. She pulled down her sunglasses just enough to peer at the South American beauty. Shakira quickly averted her eyes, but she couldn't hide the truth. She was checking them out and Christina knew it. Shakira's gaze had lingered a little too long on their bare tits.

"Well, when in Rome..." Christina said, her mood instantly improving. Maybe there was the possibility of turning this into some fun. Talent wasn't the only thing that came naturally to Shakira. Beauty did too and Christina certainly liked the way Shakira looked in jeans and pale blue tank top, the hint of a lacy bra underneath.

"Besides," Christina continued. "When you've got weather like this how can you even think about wearing clothes? If you're ever going to get naked then this is the time and this is the place."

Britney still shifted a little nervously in the sand. At first she had covered her bare breasts with her arm, but now she was relaxing and she let her arm drop down to her side. Still she felt a little uneasy about Shakira being so dressed and she and Christina being so...not. But Christina didn't seem to mind and Britney also started thinking that maybe Shakira liked what she saw. She sure seemed to be staring at them a lot.

"Good point, I think I am the only one here dressed," Shakira said. "Well, except for your friend there."

"Fluffy does what he wants when he wants to do it, unless I tell him otherwise," Christina giggled, straining herself up to tickle her bodyguard's chin. "But if you're feeling out of place, why don't you just get naked too Shakira?"

A flicker of a smile crossed over Shakira's lips giving the sign to Britney and Christina that she liked that idea a lot. But her words said differently.

"Oh I don't think so," Shakira said with a little blush. "I mean I'm not shy, but I'm also not that free either. I think I'm just going to keep walking around. I'm giving this place the full exploration before we start shooting tomorrow. I think I've been all around the damn island already, but it's fun and relaxing. I'll just move on."

"Suit yourself, but if you change your mind, we'll be here," Christina offered. "If you feel like getting naked, then come find us. We'd love to have you."

"I will keep that in mind," Shakira promised, letting Christina's words roll around her brain. "Perhaps we will see each other again."

"I sure hope we do," Britney suddenly said, her thoughts now focused on seeing Shakira stripped bare. She was thinking so much about it that she began to get comfortable with her own nudity.

"I'll make sure we do," Christina said, winking before pushing her sunglasses back over her eyes. They went their separate ways after that, but with a quick glance back Christina caught Shakira stealing a glimpse at their asses while they walked away.

Shakira quickly turned her head forward, but Christina grinned in lust over catching her. She was definitely going to make sure they met again. After seeing those looks, Christina swore she wasn't leaving Jamaica without getting inside Shakira's pants first.

Will Christina get into Shakira's pants? You might find out in Part three of Harem 15 Book One.