Just Her Luck

Just Her Luck

by Ann Douglas

(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

"Fifteen minutes. All I needed was another fifteen minutes and I would've been on the way home," Joey Greer said to herself as she struggled to keep her umbrella from blowing away in the strong wind.

That thought was small comfort to the twenty-one year old as she was already soaked to the skin by the sudden downpour. The short haired redhead didn't know who she was angrier with at the moment, the insufferably cheerful weather girl on Channel Two who casually mentioned a slight chance of a shower in the early evening, or her boss at the drugstore who had asked her to make a quick delivery on her way home, insuring that she wasn't already on the bus, warm and still dry.

After careful deliberation, helped along by her having to twist her five foot five form into a pretzel to avoid the splash of a truck racing through a large puddle on the curb, Joey made a choice. As nice as it would be to have her hands around the weather girl's neck, it would be much more satisfying to have them around Kevin's.

Joey had finished her shift at the SVC Pharmacy over on Eighty-third Street and was halfway out the door when Kevin West, the assistant manager, had stopped her. She should've realized, Joey thought later, that something was up when Kevin asked her if she still went over to Seventy-fifth Street to catch the bus. The question caught her off guard, so instead of saying that she was going in the other direction today, she said yes she did.

"Great," Kevin had said, flashing that smile that Joey found so condescending. "Then you can do the store a big favor and drop a prescription off on Sixty-ninth and Third, it's only a few blocks out of your way. Mr. Collins asked me to make sure that it went out as soon as it was ready and Bobby won't be back for another hour at least. You don't mind, do you?"

Actually, Joey did mind, she minded it a great deal. Kevin seemed to go out of his way to make sure she got more than her share of the dirty jobs. Part of that could've been attributed to the fact that she was the new girl, having been there only a few months. That much she could accept. What really bothered her was that she was sure that the other part of it was because he had asked her out when she had finished her probationary period and she had turned him down flat.

While he never said anything about it afterwards, or repeated the offer, one of the other girls had told her that he wasn't the kind of guy who took rejection well. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that he went out of his way to dump things on her. There were times she wondered if maybe she should've given him a reason. That she didn't date older men, or men shorter than herself. Or she could've been totally honest and told him that his chances of getting into her pants were the same as any other man, totally zero.

Still, despite all of that, she hadn't refused to play delivery girl. The request, however indirectly, had come from Mr. Collins, the store manager. Additionally, she had been late twice in the last two weeks and no one had made a big deal about it. So she had given him an equally fake smile and taken the bag. As she started down the street, she hoped that S. Carter, the name on the label, appreciated the door-to-door service.

All of this, of course, was before she reached Seventy-first Street and the sky had opened up with such force as to make her feel like someone had dumped a bucket of water over her head. By the time she walked up the steps of the townhouse a few blocks later, she felt like she'd jumped to a pool with her clothes on. With all the stores on the street already closed, there was no escaping the rain.

At the top of the stairs, Joey closed her all but useless umbrella and rang the small intercom by the door. Less than a minute later a woman's voice answered, asking who was there.

"SVC Pharmacy," Joey said into the speaker/receiver, "I have a delivery for Carter."

"I'll be right down," the voice said.

-=-=-=-

When she had first started at SVC, Joey had made a few deliveries when they were really busy. She remembered two of them on this block. If S. Carter ran true to form for the residents in this area, it was the maid who was on the way down to deal with her. The owner of the house would be far too important to deal with the little people who made deliveries and such.

With that in mind, she was surprised when the door opened and there stood a thirty-something woman, her shoulder length blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Wearing a white blouse, black slacks and a cashmere sweater that Joey guessed cost more than she made in a week, the interim delivery girl changed her opinion of this being the maid. Even more surprising were the first words out of the woman's mouth when she saw how wet the girl was.

"Oh my goodness, you're positively soaked," the five foot, six woman gasped as she reached out and pulled Joey into the vestibule. "You come inside this minute."

The redhead had no chance to object as the woman took her useless umbrella out of her hand, putting it and the plastic bag with the medication on a nearby table. Then she just as quickly pealed off the equally drenched windbreaker off Joey's back and draped it across a row of wall hooks.

"What kind of idiot sends a person out in weather like this to make a delivery?" she asked rhetorically as she turned back to face the younger woman.

Joey was about to say that it hadn't been raining when she left the drug store, but decided that since Kevin was an idiot for so many other reasons, she wouldn't debate the issue. She was more interested in the way this woman, who for some reason seemed familiar, continued to surprise her.

"Why don't you step inside the parlor and dry off by the fire," the woman went on as she motioned to the room to the left. "I'll get you a towel for your hair."

Joey thanked the woman for the unexpected kindness, then watched her as she walked down the hall and disappeared behind another door. Turning in the direction she had pointed, Joey reasoned that if not the maid, the woman had to be some kind of employee of the person who owned the house. Someone who still had enough of a connection with working people to have felt sorry for the rain soaked girl. Possibly she had been in the drug store before and that was why she seemed familiar.

"You think I'd remember an ass like that," Joey mused as she stepped into the sitting room.

The room looked larger than her studio apartment, filled with overstuffed chairs and dominated by a large fireplace, the warmth of which could be felt even in the doorway. It was only when she stepped over to the fire that Joey realized just how wet she really was.

"Here you go," the blond haired woman said as she entered the room and handed Joey a towel.

"Thank you," Joey said as she began to dry her hair. "I'm afraid I'm dripping all over your floor."

"Don't worry about it," she smiled, bringing another sense of recognition to Joey. "A little water isn't going to hurt it and besides, it's not my house. I'm only borrowing it for the week."

"Oh," Joey said as she finished drying off her hair, wondering what this woman's story was and more importantly, why she couldn't remember where she'd seen her before.

"I really feel bad about you getting so wet bringing me what turned out to be a needless prescription," the blond said. "It seemed like I'd forgotten my medication back in Los Angeles and had my doctor call in a replacement. Then, about a half hour ago, I found it in my bag."

"Well it was an honest mistake," Joey smiled to show she wasn't upset about getting doused for nothing.

"I think that the fire, nice as it might be, really isn't going to do the job," she said as she noticed that Joey's blouse and jeans were still quite wet. "If you want, there's a laundry room down at the end of the hall. You could toss it all in the dryer and it should be done in a half hour or so. There's a robe hanging on the door that you could wear in the meantime."

Joey looked at the woman with suspicion for a few moments, wondering if she might have some ulterior motive in wanting her to get naked. Not that she would really mind if she did. Joey didn't normally go for women older than herself, but this woman was definitely first class and it had been almost four months since her now ex-lover, Sonija, had moved out of their apartment and her life.

"Sounds like a plan," Joey smiled again and followed her down the hall to the laundry room.

Joey felt a slight sense of regret when, after opening the door and giving a quick explanation how to use the dryer, the woman excused herself and said she'd meet her guest back in the parlor. She had almost hoped that her benefactor was planning something.

"Oh by the way," the woman said, pausing in mid-step and turning around. "Can I get you something to drink to help warm you up. Coffee, Tea, or maybe something stronger?"

"Coffee would be fine," Joey replied, thinking that there was another way she preferred to be warmed up. One that Sonija had been especially good at. "Cream and sugar if you could."

"Not a problem," the blond said as again she disappeared.

-=-=-=-

Joey began to unbutton her blouse when she saw her reflection in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door. Wet as her shirt was, coupled with the fact that she didn't wear a bra, her nipples and the surrounding areola were highly visible. There was no way the older woman couldn't have noticed them. As she continued to strip, the twenty-one year old idly wondered what she had thought of them, if anything.

Dropping everything she had been wearing into the dryer, including the cotton panties, Joey again took a moment to look at her nude body in the mirror. It was a body she was proud of, slim and well toned, with breasts just big enough to compliment her form. The redhead liked the size and shape of her own mounds, yet preferred larger on other women. Sonija had a very nice pair, she remembered, thinking for a moment how nice they felt in her hands, and in her mouth. From what she could see of the lady of the house through her blouse and sweater, hers were nicely shaped as well.

"Put your eyes back in your sockets, girl," Joey grinned to herself as she put on the robe, taking note of how soft the material felt against her flesh. "Not every woman you meet is going to want to get naked. Even if you sometimes wish it was that way."

Wrapped in the silk robe and leaving her damp shoes by the dryer as well, Joey headed back to the parlor and her waiting coffee.

-=-=-=-

"Thank you," Joey said as she took the cup of coffee and tasted it. "Mmmm, this is very good."

"It's a special blend," the woman offered as she directed Joey to the two chairs closest to the fire, each of them sitting down in one. "I really like it. The owners of the house always have a supply of it on hand."

"What's it called?" Joey asked, thinking that if it wasn't too expensive she might like to buy some for herself.

"I'll write it down for you before you go," she said, taking a sip from her own mug.

"Not that I want to look a gift house in the mouth," Joey said after thanking her once more, "but I have to say you're very different from the kind of person I expected to find on this block. Most of your neighbors wouldn't even have noticed how soaked I was, much less have cared."

"Well, I guess that even though I've had some success in my life, I try to remember where I came from. My family was working class and I started out that way too." she said. "But I know what you mean. Most of my neighbors back in Los Angeles and the people I work with are pretty much like that."

"Is that where you're from?" Joey asked, taking another drink of the wonderful coffee.

"Actually, I grew up less than fifteen miles from here, in Apple Ridge," the woman grinned, "it's just that most of my work these days is out on the West Coast."

"What kind of work do you do?" Joey asked.

"Oh different things," she answered enigmatically. "I like a variety."

"I just realized something," Joey said. "You've been so nice to me and I never even asked your name. I'm Josephine Greer, but everyone calls me Joey."

"It's Sara," the blond said as she finished the last of her coffee.

"S. Carter, of course," Joey said, remembering the name on the prescription. "Well, I can honestly say that I'm very glad to meet you Sara."

"And I you, Joey Greer," Sara smiled, "it's been too long since I've had the chance to just chat with someone and not have to worry what they wanted from me."

A sudden thought of what she would like from the pretty woman sitting across from her flashed through Joey's mind. Proof once more that it had been far too long since she'd slept with anyone. She gave herself another mental "down girl" and changed the subject.

"It's funny, but I keep getting the feeling that I've seen you somewhere before," Joey said as she finished the last of her own coffee. "Maybe you just remind me of someone I know but for the life of me I can't remember who it...."

Joey abruptly stopped in mid sentence as the pieces of her puzzle suddenly fell into place. How could she have not realized it before.

"My God," she gasped, her voice cracking. "Sara Carter, ... you're Sara Lynn Carter, the actress!"

"Guilty as charged," Sara said as she waved her coffee cup in salute at Joey finally figuring it out.

"I've never met a celebrity before in my life," Joey continued to gush.

"And you haven't met one now," Sara insisted, "I'm no different than you or anyone else. I'm not one of those people who think that just because you make movies that you're somehow better than other people."

"But you are so great." Joey went on, "I can't believe I didn't recognize you."

"Well when I'm working I usually wear contacts," Sara said as she touched the rim of her thin, black metal eyeglass frames.

"It can't just be that," Joey said.

"I don't know," Sara smiled, "it always worked for Clark Kent."

It took a moment for Joey to get the joke, but she laughed when she did.

"I still feel silly for not recognizing you," the younger woman said. "I must've seen ''Hearts Of Stone'' twenty times."

Sara shook her head slightly. She had made twenty-two movies since she landed her first role at eighteen and the one everyone always talked about was 'Hearts Of Stone'. Still, it wasn't surprising. Like Sharon Stone in 'Basic Instinct', the role had drawn attention to her in a way nothing she had done before or since.

It had been a role that her agent and a number of friends had advised her not to take, if for no other reason, that the character she would be playing was a teacher having a secret lesbian affair with one of her colleagues. It was a role too close to a truth better kept private in their opinion. She had tossed aside their concerns saying she didn't see what the problem was. After all, she had never been a teacher.

Yet the film had turned out to be the sleeper hit of the summer two years ago, fueled in no little part by a rather explicit love scene between the two principal characters. Contrary to her friends' worry, Sara had not been outed by the movie and had gone on to become an A List Actress.

"My ex and I the saw the movie on our first date," Joey went on, "Sonija couldn't stop talking about it for weeks."

The reference to Joey's ex didn't escape Sara's attention. Unless she was dating a man with a definitely unmasculine name, the younger woman and she had a lot more in common that she might realize.

"Could I ask a question?" Joey asked.

"Sure."

"I'll understand if I'm going over the line here," she went on, "but there's something that we used to wonder about."

"I've never been offended by any question," Sara said, "but I always reserve the right not to answer them."

"That's fair," the redhead said.

Joey paused, thinking about how best to phrase her question. As she did, Sara wondered if it was the question people most asked about that role. The one she had worked out a set answer for a long time ago.

"In the movie, you and that other actress, the one that played Miss Thompson, I don't remember her name," Joey began.

"Diane Gallagher."

"That's right, Diane Gallagher," Joey repeated. "Well there was that part in the movie where you and her, well I mean when... I'm afraid I'm really not sure how to ask it. I know the two of you are actresses and it was just a role that someone wrote, but Sonija and I always wondered if there was something more to it than just play acting. I mean it seemed so real and ..."

It had been the question Sara expected, one that had been asked countless times since the movie first came out. Normally, Sara usually made a joke about it, saying that at the time she never realized her performance would be so convincing. Yet, for some reason she really wasn't sure of, the thirty-three year old didn't want to give that stock answer.

The true answer to the question, if she ever wanted to give it, was that it was indeed the result of some fine acting. And one of the key ingredients to a good performance, as one of her early teachers had repeatedly told her, was practice, practice, and more practice. A little smile formed at the corners of Sara's mouth as the actress remembered all the nights she and Diane had spent doing just that. By the time that scene had finally been filmed, there hadn't been an inch of the other's body that both of them weren't intimately familiar with.

"It looks like it's stopped raining," Sara said as she took a few more moments to consider her answer.

Joey turned and looked out the window, confirming that the intense storm had indeed burned itself out and the sky had begun to clear. It reminded her that her clothes should just be about dry as well. As if in response to that thought, the dryer buzzer went off, confirming her guess.

"Well I guess that's my cue," she said as she rose to her feet. She thanked Sara again, both for the coffee and her kindness. As to her question, she now assumed Sara was exercising her right not to answer.

Joey had gotten as far as the door to the hall when Sara finally spoke.

"Why don't we just say that there was nothing in that particular movie that I didn't enjoy and leave it at that," she said.

The slim redhead took more from Sara's smile than anything she actually said. It was a smile reflected on her own face.

-=-=-=-

The clothes out of the dryer felt warm against her skin as Joey put them back on. Not as warm, however, as the feeling she had deep inside to now know the answer to a long held question.

Fully dressed, she walked back to the front door where Sara was waiting. One last time, Joey thanked Sara for her hospitality.

"It was my pleasure," she smiled.

Joey turned to leave, then paused. A thought had passed through her mind while she was getting dressed. One she thought silly, but one that wouldn't go away.

"Sara, I was wondering," she said, "if maybe one of these nights you might like to go out for coffee or something. I know that the answer is probably no, but if I didn't ask, I'd always wonder what you might have said if I had."

Sara took another long pause before giving an answer, leading Joey to think the older woman was trying to politely decline. Like she said, it was the answer she expected, but at least she would have tried.

"Well, we sort of already had coffee, didn't we?" she said, prefacing what Joey was sure was a thanks but no thanks. "So if maybe you'd like to have dinner instead, say tomorrow night, I'd say yes."

"That's okay I expected...." Joey started to say to the reply she expected, then realized that it hadn't been no. "I mean, yes, that would be great."

"Tomorrow night then, say about seven? Can meet me here?."

It was a still stunned Joey that nodded her head in acknowledgment and headed down the stoop to the now dry street below.

-=-=-=-

"I hope you didn't get too wet last night," Kevin said to Joey when he saw her the following morning, his voice filled with a false concern.

"Not in the least," Joey lied, her smile giving credibility to her words. "In fact, I was already on the bus by the time the rain started.

"Oh that's good," Kevin said before he turned his attention to something else, but not without his disappointment showing. "I was afraid you'd be wet all the way home."

"I just bet you were," Joey thought as she too went back to the task she had been dealing with. A small chuckle filled her when she thought that she had indeed been a little wet on the bus ride home. A wetness that had been centered between her legs.

A few minutes later, just as she finished restocking the shelves in aisle five, Debbie Harris came up to her. She and Debbie had become pretty good friends in the few months Joey had worked here. Or at last as good friends as she could become with anyone in the store.

"What did you do to piss off, Kevin?" Debbie whispered as she leaned close, her long black hair falling across her face.

"Nothing that I know of," Joey whispered back, "except maybe not fall for one of his little pranks. Why?"

"I was just wondering because he seems to be in a bad mood," she explained. "Mr. Collins yelled at him this morning about not personally delivering some prescription that he told him to and then he seemed to be even more ticked off after talking to you."

"How did Mr. Collins know Kevin didn't personally deliver the prescription?" Joey asked, trying to make it sound like it was just idle curiosity.

"I think the customer called up and said something about sending the delivery boy out in that rainstorm last night," Debbie offered. "I thought it nice that someone would do that. Bobby works real hard to get his deliveries done as fast as he can."

"I guess he does," Joey said, glad that no one knew she had been the one Kevin had given the package to drop off.

"Feel like going out tonight?" Debbie asked, changing the subject, "Carol, Trish and I are going to go over to Kelligan's. Lot of nice guys there on a Friday night."

"I think I'll pass," Joey said, "I have other plans."

In the past, Joey had gone alone with the other girls when they went out after work. Not to troll for guys of course, but just to enjoy the company of friends. One of these days, she probably would let it slip to her co-workers about her sexual orientation. After all, it really wasn't a secret since most of her family already knew. She just found that it sometimes put other women on the defensive and it was best to let them get to know you first and not some label that they might have stereotypes about.

On the other hand, if she had thought for a moment that Debbie might have been interested, Joey would've certainly asked her out. The twenty-three year old was everything she liked in a woman. But, after only knowing her a short time, it was obvious to Joey that the long haired brunette was only interested in sharing her bed with men. If she had thought otherwise, Joey had mused at the time, she might've been tempted to violate her own strict rule about not dating anyone she worked with. Even in straight relationships, dating on the job could be a real problem if things went bad. Especially in a small store like this one.

"Hot date?" Debbie asked.

"Maybe," Joey said in a hopeful voice.

"Well maybe one of us will get lucky tonight," the dark haired woman laughed.

Joey just grinned, thinking that wouldn't be bad at all.

-=-=-=-

The end of the workday couldn't come fast enough for Joey. She had made arrangements to take her lunch break at the end of the day and head home early. Normally, if one of the girls were going out someplace special after work, they would bring a change of clothes and just dress in the bathroom. That wasn't good enough for Joey, at least not tonight. Even if it meant traveling all the way downtown and back, she wanted to shower and change before her dinner date.

-=-=-=-

Quickly stripping off her work clothes, Joey stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. It took a few minutes to warm up to a comfortable temperature, but as soon as it did, she stepped under the pulsating jets.

Closing her eyes, Joey enjoyed the warmth of the water running across her back. The opportunity to wash off the day's grime more than justified the long trip home. There were few features in the studio apartment that could really be called desirable, but if she tried to list them, the glass walled shower would be at the top of her list.

She tilted the showerhead to a lower angle, causing the water to gently caress her body. With her eyes still closed, she could imagine the touch of a lover's hand against her skin. Savoring the sensation, her hand brushed against the handle, increasing the pressure as she began to caress her breasts. Shifting her legs as she played with her now erect nipples, she directed the flow of water between her legs, causing a rush as the flow made contact with her clitoris. Pulling the long armed showerhead further down, she spread her legs wider.

Her other hand brushed against the flow control once more, causing the water to massage her ever stronger. Small waves of gratification danced across her body, ripples that translated into soft cries. Delights that triggered cherished memories.

Back when she shared the tiny apartment with Sonija, the shower had been their favorite place to make love. The enclosure had really only been designed for one, which only made it more fun to squeeze two of them in there. As she soaped herself up, Joey's thoughts drifted back to those fun days. Specifically, the first time the two of them had used the shower together.

"Need someone to help with your back?" Sonija asked through the glass door.

"I don't think we could both fit in here," Joey called out as she once more took in the narrow confines of the stall. Her voice carried more than a touch of disappointment in its tone.

"Oh I'm sure there's enough room," Sonija laughed, "especially if we both get all wet and soapy."

Not waiting for an answer, Sonija opened the shower door, sending a spray of water across the tiled floor. Joey's first reaction was to say something about the mess being made, especially since she knew from experience the tiles leaked, but quickly lost that thought when she saw that her new roommate was already naked.

Sonija Vazquez stood three inches taller than Joey, with a much larger build. Her most prominent features, aside from her light brown skin, were long jet black hair, which she wore in a braid and a pair of oversized breasts. Sweet mounds which, politically incorrect or not, were the first thing that drew the redhead to the twenty year old.

Sonija stepped into the shower, squeezing in behind the smaller girl. It was a tight fit, but neither minded the press of their flesh against the other. Taking the soapy cloth from Joey's hand, she began to rub it across her back. Sliding it down, she ran the small cloth across the redhead's ass, covering that with a spread of bubbles as well. Then, with a gleam in her eye, she let the wash rag slip from her fingers and grabbed Joey's cheeks.

"Hey!" Joey shouted, caught by surprise.

"Hush," Sonija whispered into her ear, running her hands up the length of Joey's wet body until they converged on her small breasts. "You know you love this."

Joey's mock anger quickly faded as she felt her lover's hands massaging her round globes. They had been dating three months now and had moved in together two days before. This was the first night they had both been home.

"If you'll turn around, I'll wash your front too," Sonija said with a grin.

"You dropped your washcloth," Joey countered, tilting her head back so that she could kiss the woman pressed against her back.

"I'll improvise," Sonija smiled as she returned the kiss. "I know you love it when I improvise."

Still tight in her embrace, Joey turned in Sonija's arms so that they were face to face. Their lips met again as she opened her mouth wide to let her lover's nimble tongue slide over hers. No longer in any rush, she just stood there in the artificial rain and reveled in their mutual pleasure.

Filling her palms with liquid soap from the dispenser, Sonija began to wash Joey's breasts with the flat of her hands. She drew tight circles around the small pink centers, then moved outward until she held a globe in each hand. The dark haired woman stepped back as far as she could, letting the overhead spray wash away the bubbles, then bent down to kiss each one.

Wrapping her hands around Joey's waist, Sonija's kisses of the soft, wet flesh became more intense as she shifted the pert nipples into her mouth. Joey closed her eyes and bent her head back, letting the water rain down on her face as she enjoyed the twin sensations.

She realized a few moments later that Sonija had somehow managed to work her way down onto the shower floor. There, she lifted one of Joey's legs, exposing the freshly shaved mound within. Sonija smiled when she saw the gift, the result of her having casually mentioned once that nothing turned her on more than a bare pussy.

With Joey's bare womanhood directly above her, Sonija lifted her legs just far enough to press her darting tongue deep inside. Quickly finding the exposed clitoris, the Puerto Rican woman began to lick it. A touch that sent moans of pleasure spilling from Joey's lips. Her hands held on to the legs alongside her face as the two of them rocked back and forth.

Their rhythm and the movement of Sonija's tongue grew in intensity, as did the orgasm building inside Joey. The strokes became shorter as she applied more pressure. The redhead was just about to explode when the taller woman pulled them even closer together and buried her face deep in her mound.

Joey's knees grew weak as she climaxed. A climax even more explosive than the last she had enjoyed at her lover's tongue. One that would always stay in her memory.

A memory that faded as Joey remember that Sonija belonged in the past and Sara, while she might not be her future, at least belonged to her present. A present that she had better pay more attention to.

Stepping out of that shower, Joey took a moment to look at herself in the mirror that hung on the bathroom door. The mirror was pretty cheap as compared to the one she admired herself in yesterday, but it still got the job done.

Joey turned around slowly, again taking note that she still had a lean, tight body. For the first few months after Sonija had left, she hadn't paid much attention to her diet or how often she made it to the gym. She was glad to see that little damage had been done from that period.

Moving her gaze down below her waste, the large patch of red hair brought a frown. Again, it was an area that had been neglected somewhat since her lover had left.

The thought caused a sudden flush through her body as she remembered once more how nice it had felt when Sonija used her tongue on the area in question. The girl had been phenomenal, Joey recalled, able to go at it for more than an hour when she was in the mood. An hour that the redhead liked to describe as the nearest thing to heaven on Earth. She found herself wondering if Sara might be like that.

"Let's not let our imagination get too far away from us," Joey told the little voice in her head as she dismissed the memory. Still, even as it faded, she found herself wondering how much hair Sara preferred on a woman.

Glancing up at the time on the small clock that hung from a wall hook, she decided that she wouldn't have time to do anything about her hair there anyway. It was clean and soft, it anything came of tonight, that would have to do.

Moving to her bedroom, she put on panties, deciding to skip a bra once more. It was rare that she wore one at all, and Sara didn't seem to mind it yesterday. The dress she had laid out for herself was a nice light blue, sleeveless number. More conservative than some of her dating outfits, it still was tight enough to show she was all woman beneath it. After selecting matching shoes, she finished her ensemble with a small gold chain that she'd had since her high school days.

It was a favorite piece of jewelry and had always brought her luck. A gift from the girl who had been her very first lover back during senior year. Every time she put it on, she always took a moment to think of Carol London and the whole new world she had opened Joey's eyes to. Wherever Carol was now, Joey hope that she was happy with her life.

A few more minutes to apply her lipstick and the lightest of makeup and Joey was out the door. It wouldn't do to climb back into a bus dressed up like she was, especially during this time of day. So she had decided to splurge and had called a few minutes before for a cab.

-=-=-=-

By the time Joey was again standing at the door to Sara's borrowed townhouse, she was feeling more than a little nervous. Was she reading more into all of this than she should? The more she thought about, the more possible it was that Sara just thought it might be a nice distraction to have dinner with a fan.

"Well if that's all it is," she promised herself, "I'll just make the most of it."

She rang the intercom and waited for a response. Two minutes passed, then four and Joey began to worry that maybe Sara had to leave suddenly for some reason. It hadn't occurred to her in the excitement of meeting the actress last night to leave her cell phone number with her.

Finally the door opened and there stood the Sara Lynn Carter that Joey would've recognized anywhere. Gone were the thin glasses of the night before, replaced by the contacts she had mentioned. Also gone was the simple ponytail as her hair was now done in an elaborate weave. She wore a red dress, not that different in basic design from the one Joey wore, but it was a certainty that it hadn't come from the racks at the Mall. Sara also had a lot more to fill it with as well.

"My, don't you look lovely," Sara said as she stepped aside to let Joey in.

"Thank you," she replied. "I hope I'm not too early."

"Not at all," Sara said as she closed the door behind them. "Our car should be here in a little while."

"Our car?" Joey inquired.

"My friend who owns this house also provided a car and driver for my use while I'm here in the city," the actress explained. "I really hadn't made much use of it before, but figured it would be easier at night than trying to catch cabs."

"That makes sense," Joey said, thinking how hard it sometimes was to get a cab in the city, especially on a Friday night.

"Would you like a drink while we're waiting?" Sara asked.

A drink would certainly feel good right now, Joey thought, but nervous as she was, drinking on an empty stomach was not a good idea. So she declined the offer.

The two waited in the parlor, making small talk about the cable film project Sara had come East to talk to the Network about. To Joey, it was a whole different world than the one she lived in. One that sounded exciting and new.

"You know, I was wondering something last night, but never got a chance to ask," Joey said.

"Hopefully, not another question about 'Hearts Of Stone'," Sara laughed.

"No, it's just a general question."

"Fire away then," Sara said as she leaned back in the plush chair.

"I see on all the shows about Hollywood that most stars have a bunch of people to do things for them, what they call ... oh I forget what they call them." she said.

"An entourage?" Sara asked.

"That's it," Joey smiled. "An entourage or at least some kind of assistant that runs errands and takes care of things for you. I was wondering why you didn't have anyone like that."

"Well as far as not having an entourage," the blonde explained, "I've made it pretty clear how I feel about the self-serving phonies in Hollywood. The last thing I'd want is to have a bunch of them around me all the time. I used to have an assistant, a very nice young man named Robert who handled my life better than I ever did."

"What happened to him?" a curious Joey asked.

"He met another nice young man and the two of them moved to San Francisco," Sara smiled. "I still get a card from them on my birthday every year."

A ringing noise from Sara's purse cut off any further conversation as she reached in and pulled out her cell phone. Pressing a button to bring up a text message, she read it and put the phone back in her bag.

"Our ride is outside," she announced as she rose to her feet.

Joey stood up as well, following Sara into the hall. The older woman paused just long enough to activate the alarm system and they were both out the door.

-=-=-=-

When Sara had mentioned that she had a car at her disposal, Joey never realized that it would be a plush limousine. The closest she had ever come to riding in a car like that was her sister's wedding when she was a bridesmaid.

The driver, dressed in a chauffeur's uniform, was waiting on the curb by the rear door. As they came down the steps and approached the car, he tipped his hat to them.

"Good Evening, Miss Carter," he said as he opened the door for them.

"Good Evening, Charles," Sara said, "Lovely night for a drive, isn't it?"

"Indeed, Ma'am," the silver haired fifty-two year old replied as the two ladies climbed into the back and he closed the door behind them.

Charles quickly moved to the front and started up the engine. An opaque window separated the two sections of the limousine, giving the passengers a large measure of privacy. A similar coating covered the door and rear windows. The material allowed you to look out, but prevented people on the street from looking in.

"Were are we going?" Joey asked as the car pulled out into traffic.

"It's a small, lovely restaurant that I discovered back when I was appearing on Broadway," Sara replied. "The food is fantastic, the ambiance superb, and most of all, the privacy is paramount."

"Sounds great," Joey replied.

"Oh, I know I should've asked before," Sara remembered, "but you do like Chinese, don't you?"

"I love it," was the younger woman's quick reply.

"Good," Sara smiled, "because if you don't, we can make other plans."

"No, Chinese food is fine," Joey insisted.

"Well, it's going to take a little while to get down there in this traffic," Sara said as she reached for a small bottle that had been resting in a bucket of ice. "Would you like a little glass of champagne?"

This time, Joey said yes.

-=-=-=-

Forty-five minutes and a few drinks later, Joey felt the car pull over and the door was opened by a still smiling Charles. When she stepped out onto the street, the redhead was surprised to see not a restaurant in sight.

"I'll beep you when we're ready to leave," Sara was saying to the chauffeur who again doffed his hat and returned to his position behind the wheel.

Joey felt a small bit of apprehension as the large car moved off into traffic and left them in an unfamiliar neighborhood. An area that looked like it had definitely seen better days.

"Shall we go?" Sara asked.

"Go where?" Joey asked in return.

"Why right here of course," Sara answered, indicating the dilapidated looking building behind them.

Joey followed Sara towards the basement stairs, noticing for the first time a small metal sign on the wall with both English and Chinese writings. The letters were well worn, but Joey could make out the name Cheng.

Stepping through the non-descript doorway was like passing through a time machine, to a land and time long gone. At first, Joey thought it was a theme restaurant, set up to resemble old China decades before she had been born. That assumption quickly passed as she realized that it was far more than that. Within these walls, it was still Shanghai in the 1930?s.

They were met at the front desk by an attractive young Asian woman. Dressed in traditional garb of the era, she had long black hair that hung to her waist and a form that her outfit displayed highly. The hostess, more girl than woman, apologized for Madame Cheng not being there to greet them in person, explaining that she was away for a few days. The girl, who had also introduced herself as Su-ling, then led Sara and Joey past a crowd of people who had been waiting for tables, much to the annoyance of some of them. There were, Joey thought, definite advantages to being a celebrity, even if Sara said she didn't like to think of herself as one. The table Su-ling led them to was in the back, far away from the noise of the busy eatery.

"Your dinner is already being prepared, as per your instructions," Su-ling said as the two guests took their seats. "If anything is not to your enjoyment, please let me know and I will see that the problem is corrected."

"I'm sure everything will be fine, Su-ling," Sara said. "Thank you very much."

Sara waited a moment for the hostess to excuse herself, then turned her attention back to Joey.

"I hope you don't mind but I called ahead and ordered in advance," she said smiling across the table. "They make some of the most fantastic dishes here, but some of them require advance preparation."

"Not at all," Joey smiled back, "I'm sure they'll be as wonderful as you say."

They were interrupted by the appearance of another equally attractive young Asian girl at the table. She was carrying a bottle of wine in a cooler, as well as a set of crystal glasses. Placing one of the glasses in front of each of them, she poured some of the wine in each, then returned the bottle to the cooler. Then, just as silently as she had appeared, she left.

It just occurred to Joey that all of the staff she had seen at Madame Cheng's were young women, even the busboys. In fact, when they passed through the main part of the restaurant, none of the other patrons she had seen had been men. Curious, she asked Sara about it.

"The restaurant actually has two floors," Sara explained as she took a taste of the wine, "with the entrance to the upper floor opening onto the boulevard. That part is open to the general public."

Joey listened intently as she tried her own wine, finding it to be different than anything she had tasted before. The label on the bottle contained only Chinese characters so she had no idea what it was called. It was however, as enjoyable as Sara had promised.

"The lower floor," the older woman continued, "has the entrance that we passed through. It deals with a more selective clientele."

Proving that Sara had also been right in ordering ahead, the first of several courses began to appear at the table a few minutes later. Joey didn't recognize most of the dishes and could hardly pronounce the names the waitress gave as she brought each new delicacy. All she knew was that it was some of the best food she had ever tasted.

The conversation at the table proved to be as interesting as the cuisine as Sara entertained her guest with tales of the ins and outs of Hollywood. Joey, like many other people, had always been fascinated by Hollywood gossip and it was a real prize to be able to talk to someone who knew what was true and what was just rumor.

"You're kidding," Joey said in response to one item in particular that Sara had shared about a recently separated couple that she sarcastically referred to as Ken and Barbie.

"God's truth," Sara laughed, feeling the effects of the second bottle of wine they'd almost finished. "He's as queer as a three dollar bill, there isn't anyone in the business who doesn't know it. "

"And her?" Joey asked, thinking of how many times she had idle fantasies about "Barbie" when she'd seen one of her films.

"Nah, she's straight," Sara said. "Or as straight as anyone can be in Hollywood. What she got out of the marriage was the added opportunities that came with being married to "Ken". All that mattered to her was her career. That's why she adopted kids rather than have them herself. Don't believe those stories about her having medical problems. She just didn't want to take the time off to actually have babies, to say nothing of the worry what a few pregnancies might do to her figure. Even their split was designed to get both of them the maximum amount of publicity, the kind that translates into big bucks at the box office."

"What do you mean as straight as anyone can be in Hollywood?" Joey asked, having been intrigued by the phrase.

"Just that," Sara said, thinking that the comment was self explanatory.

The quizzical expression on Joey's face told her that evidently, it wasn't.

"Well, let's see, how can I best explain it," she said as she took a moment to consider her words. "You do realize that there are times that an actress, or actor, might use sex to get a role, or at least a chance to try out for one. That hasn't changed since the days of the silent films. It's truer these days for young people starting out than established stars. After all, for every bit role in a film that has to be filled, there must be a hundred good looking and talented people who could fill it."

Joey nodded her head in understanding. That happened in other aspects of life as well, but none so obvious as in the entertainment industry. Who was sleeping with who was sometimes more important than anything written on a resume.

"Well, sometimes, the person they sleep with might not be the gender they normally shared their bed with," Sara went on. "I could name a half dozen big name stars, straight as they come, who went down on their knees, or spread their ass for a male director or producer who took a fancy to them back when they were just starting out. The same goes for actresses who, to their surprise, found themselves between the legs of another woman. In the case of Barbie, for example, I knew the woman involved personally."

Joey was surprised by that. It wasn't that she didn't think it was true, just that she couldn't imagine someone going to that extreme just to get a part. Actually, it was just her that she couldn't imagine crossing the line and sleeping with a man. That made her wonder if Sara had made that choice at one time.

"I know what you're thinking," Sara said.

"It's nothing really," Joey grinned.

"Yes it is," Sara insisted. "You're wondering if I had to sleep with someone to get my big break? After all, I wasn't the relative of someone or anything like that."

"I remember reading how you got your first big break," Joey said. "How you were working as a waitress in Los Angeles and were spotted by the director of Murder On The Beach. He took one look at you and decided that you were the perfect choice for the role of Jennifer."

"Yes, just the kind of Hollywood success story that the fans love to eat up," Sara laughed. "Struggling actress just happens to be in the right place at the right time to be discovered. Those kind of stories have been going around since long before my mother was born."

"I guess so," Joey said, realized as she said it how unrealistic the story really was.

"Did you really think that Richard Hanks really gave a damn about who played the part of Jennifer in that movie?" Sara grinned. "I mean she only had a half dozen lines of dialogue and the only requirement was that she look good in a bikini."

"Which you did," Joey laughed, then asked. "Then you..." she paused, not wanting to really ask the question.

"Did I drop that bathing suit for him?" Sara asked the question for Joey.

"Yes."

"Well, if you asked anyone who claimed to know, they'd probably tell you yes," Sara answered. After all, despite the fact that he was past sixty, Hanks had a reputation for bedding young would-be starlets. But if anyone asked me, I'd tell them the truth and say no."

Joey's expression asked the silent question, then how?

"Sometimes," Sara laughed, "it's enough to sleep with the wife of the right person."

The unexpected answer caused Joey to laugh as well.

"Was she any good?" Joey asked, suddenly made bolder by all the wine she'd had to drink.

"At first, I never imagined she would be," Sara admitted, "seeing that she was a lot older than me."

"Like your mother's age?"

"More like my grandmother's," Sara clarified. "But once things got started, well lets just say she knew her way around another woman's body."

"Wow!" was all Joey could say in response.

It wasn't long after that the two of them looked down at the table and realized the meal was over. Almost as if on cue, Su-ling was at their side with a small black binder that contained the check. Sara only took a moment to glance at the total, then slipped several large denomination bills into the folder, handing it back to their hostess. Joey couldn't see the total on the small bill, but the amount of money Sara had produced made it pretty clear the meal, as fantastic as it might have been, was beyond her means.

"Shall we go?" Sara asked after Su-ling had left.

"Guess so," Joey said, feeling a little disappointed that the dinner was over. It had been quite some time since she'd had this much fun.

Before they left the restaurant, Joey and Sara took a few moments to visit the ladies room. Joey had to smile when she noticed that both restrooms were marked as such. Since they were small, single rooms, each went into one of them. When Joey came out, Sara was already waiting for her.

"I called for the car," she said as she dropped her cell phone back in her bag.

-=-=-=-

By the time they exited the club, the limousine was waiting at the curb, with Charles standing by the open back door. Joey entered first, with Sara following after telling the tall chauffeur that home would be the next stop.

The ride back to Sara's townhouse was a lot more subdued than the one from it a few hours before. The conversation between the two women gradually dropped off until all that was left was an exchange of smiles every now and then. Joey was sure that was because as the night drew to a close, Sara didn't want to give the impression that it might lead to anything more.

Well if that was the case, the redhead told herself, it was fine with her. The food had been good, the company even better. All in all, it was a night she would remember for a very long time. Even if she was sure that no one would ever believe it really happened.

The limousine pulled out of traffic and came to a stop. Through the window, Joey could see the steps leading to Sara's borrowed home. Her date with a movie star was now over. She wondered if Sara would have Charles take her home or if she would have to walk over to Seventy-fifth Street to catch the bus. She hoped the former as it was pretty late and she'd rather not walk the streets by herself.

"Maybe I should ask," Joey thought, thinking that since the night was over she had nothing to lose. She turned in Sara's direction, but the words never got out.

Instead, Sara suddenly moved toward her and kissed Joey hard on her mouth. The press of her lips caught the younger woman by surprise, but only for a moment. The kiss was long and deep, with Sara's tongue pressing deep inside Joey. Quickly recovering from the unexpected action, Joey did what felt natural and began to kiss the blond haired woman back. .

"What was that?" Joey asked as they separated, her mouth still tingling.

"Well," Sara said with a broad grin, "it could be one of two things."

Joey wondered what the two were and listened intently as Sara went on to explain.

"It could be a kiss goodnight, the end of what I think was a very nice evening," the actress offered. "Or, it could be an invitation to come in and spend the night. The choice is yours."

The explanation was more unexpected to Joey than the kiss. Of course she had no hesitation about which option she wanted, but she thought it was nice that Sara didn't take it for granted.

"I was about to ask if the driver could give me a ride home, Joey replied. "I guess I won't be needing it now." she added with her warmest smile.

Sara didn't reply with words. She took Joey's hand in hers and kissed it. Then, still holding on to it, she led the redhead out onto the sidewalk. Charles was standing there when the door opened. This time he had waited for Sara to open the door herself. Joey was surprised to see that he didn't even react when he'd saw her hand in Sara's. It later occurred to her that in his line of work, he'd probably seen things a lot more interesting.

"I won't need the car anymore tonight, Charles," Sara said. "Please express my thanks to Mrs. Russell."

"Very good, Ma'am," Charles said as he pivoted on his heels and climbed back into the front seat. Both women watched him pull away and disappear into traffic.

"Shall we?" Sara said as she made a motion in the direction of the wide steps.

"Oh yes," Joey replied, her heart skipping a beat.

Still hand in hand, they walked up the stairs and into the house.

-=-=-=-

The door barely closed behind them when Sara kissed Joey again. The kiss was soft, their lips barely brushing against each other, but intimate enough to cause Joey to feel a small tingle between her legs. The actress gently stroked the side of the younger woman's face, running her fingers down along her neck as well.

"You are so cute," Sara said softy, her hand continuing downward to run across Joey's breasts. "I've wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you."

The complement was followed with another kiss, this one more intense as Joey pressed her tongue deep into Sara's mouth. The blond reached out with her own to receive it as they wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their bodies together. Their interplay continued for long minutes, becoming more fervent with each caress.

They continued to kiss while their hands explored each other's bodies. Joey was totally enthralled by Sara's large breasts, running her fingers across them again and again. The older woman was no less fascinated by the smaller mounds before her, giving them just as much attention. She kissed Joey on the cheek, then once more on her neck. Finally, she pulled on the top of her light blue dress, exposing the soft flesh beneath, kissing there as well.

Sara undid the straps of Joey's dress, sliding them down her arms. With a quick movement, she pulled down the zipper, causing the outfit to loosen even more, exposing the rounded orbs beneath.

"Mmmm," Sara purred as she looked down at the nipples she had only seen the outline of before. Size had never mattered to her as much as form and in that regard she viewed the pair in front of her as perfect. "As lovely as I imagined them to be."

Sara reached out and grasped Joey's left nipple with her fingers, massaging it to full hardness. A touch that sent a surge of pleasure through the smaller woman. A feeling that she expressed vocally as well. The volume of her cry reflecting the intensity of her emotion.

Sara took hold of the sides of Joey's dress and pulled it down around her waist. Bending down, she took the hard nipple she had been playing with in her mouth, working her tongue all around the pink areola. She continued with longer swipes, taking in the paler flesh around it as well. Wonderful as the fare had been at Madame Cheng's, this was an even greater delicacy to the thirty-three year old. A treat she wanted to enjoy every morsel of.

"Oh yes," Joey moaned, enjoying a feeling she hadn't felt in months. "Suck them, suck my tits." she added, falling into an old habit. Sonija had always gotten turned on when she had talked dirty during sex and she hoped Sara didn't mind.

If she did, she gave no indication of it as her mouth moved to Joey's other mound. At the same time, her free hand moved down between the redhead's legs and brushed against her thighs. Continuing onward, her fingers moved under the hem of her dress, coming to rest against the now moist panties that covered Joey's sex.

"Feel good?" Sara asked as her fingers slipped past the elastic of Joey's underwear, massaging the hairy mound beneath.

"Definitely," Joey said, thinking that it was a silly question. How could any woman not love this?

"I don't mind if you talk dirty," Sara said as she pushed two fingers deep inside Joey, thrusting them back and forth with rapidity. "In fact, I kind of like it."

That was another thing Sara disliked about many women she met in the business. Once they made their mark, a lot of them avoided anything that might cause people to consider that they hadn't always held the station they now enjoyed. A reluctance that extended even into the bedroom. Personally, the actress enjoyed getting down and dirty.

"Fuck me," Joey said in response to Sara's comment, "fuck me with your fingers. It feels so good and I love it!"

Pressing Joey against the wall of the foyer, Sara did just that. A third finger joined the first two, adding to the pressure and speed of her touch. The younger woman's legs grew weak as she felt the fire radiating between her legs growing into a conflagration.

Faster and faster, Sara plunged her fingers into Joey's pussy, using her fingers like a small cock and probing every inch of her sugar walls. At the same time, she continued to use her tongue on Joey's breasts, darting back and forth between each mound. Alternating between gentle licks and soft bites, she added to the ecstasy filling her new lover.

"Ohhhhh," Joey gasped as sweat ran down her back, "Fuck my pussy, fuck it hard!"

Years of experience told Sara that Joey was close to the edge of orgasm. All she needed was a little more effort to bring her to culmination. With her fingers still deep within her, Sara dropped down to her knees and nestled her face between Joey's legs. Kissing and licking her way up the redhead's thighs, her hand reached up and pulled down the now soaked undergarment, dropping it all the way to her ankles.

She could feel the shivering excitement that filled Joey, the desire to feel her body explode. Pulling her hand from inside Joey, Sara used the fingers of both of them to spread the folds of the red-furred mound. She pressed deep between them with her wet tongue, swirling it in a clockwise motion, pleasingly dancing up and down the length of her pussy, brushing against Joey's excited clitoris with each pass. The taste and smell of her arousal were intoxicating to Sara as she had been without the company of another woman even longer than Joey.

The augmented caress of her most sensitive places was enough to send Joey over the abyss. One last penetration and a thunderclap exploded within her. Sara felt Joey grow rigid for a brief second, then totally lax as waves of delight resounded across her body. Waves that seemed to go on for a wonderfully long time.

"That was incredible," Joey panted after the last of the vibrations that had rocked her body finally subsided and she leaned against the wall for support. "I'd forgotten how much I've missed that."

"I'm glad I was able to remind you," Sara said with a grin as she withdrew from between Joey's legs and rose back to her full height. "I'd even say it was a pleasure." she added as she ran her tongue across her lips, wiping them clean.

"I want to do the same for you," Joey said, realizing that while in a little disarray, Sara was still fully dressed.

"You will, love," Sara smiled as she reached out and bushed her still wet fingers against Joey's lips, inviting her to taste the fruits of her orgasm. "Trust me, you most certainly will. But unless you'd like to do it on the floor here in the foyer, I think it might be a good idea if we moved upstairs."

Again Sara was right, Joey realized. Hot and unexpected as their encounter had been, the best she was sure, was yet to come. In thanks for the pleasure Sara had already given her, she brought the older woman's fingers to her mouth and gently washed them with her tongue. Then, gathering her dress around her, she followed Sara up the staircase to the upper floors.

-=-=-=-

At the top of the third floor, Sara led Joey into a large bedroom. It was decorated in a modern style, with a full sized bed in the corner. Light from the streetlights below filtered in from two large glass doors, which in turn opened out onto a small balcony. Moonlight also filled the room from a large skylight, providing enough added illumination to give the bedroom a romantic twilight.

Sara led Joey over to the side of the bed, helping her out of the last of her dress. She kissed her softly as she sat the now nude girl down on the edge, then took a few long steps back. Standing in the glow of the moonlight, she began to take off her own clothes.

Sara reached behind her for the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down her back. Then she let the straps fall free, much as she had done with Joey's downstairs. Unlike the young woman who watched her from the bed, the actress's breasts were to large for her to go without support. The red bra she wore was translucent, letting her large areola show right through the material.

With a exaggerated shimmy, Sara worked her way out of her dress, turning as she did to give Joey a good look at the satin covered ass that she had admired the night before. She brought her hands up to her breasts, extended two fingers on each and rubbed them against her large nipples. A soft sigh passed from her lips.

Cupping both breasts in her hands, Sara played with them before releasing the front clasp. She let the gossamer bra fall away from her mounds and lowering her arms, following her dress to the floor. Her hands returned to her breasts, her fingers massaging the nipples directly this time. Her low moan grew even louder.

On the side of the bed, Joey had her own hand down between her legs, with two fingers deep inside of herself. The scene before her bore a striking resemblance to Sara's performance in 'Hearts Of Stone'. Fantasy couldn't compare to reality, however, and Joey couldn't help but think how much hotter this was.

Sara's stood in a pair of red silk panties, a garter belt and sheer stockings as she slipped both hands beneath the waistband. With long, slow circular motions, she began to rub her clit.

"This is like a dream," Joey thought as she watched, a dream that she had watched repeatedly on so many nights.

Sara continued to rub herself, going far beyond the point where the camera had cut away in the movie. She closed her eyes for a long minute, savoring the effect of her self-pleasuring.

Then she removed her hands and undid the clasps holding up her stockings, sliding them off. The garter belt itself followed right after. Only her panties remained, but they too joined the small pile of clothing on the floor moments later.

Sara took a few steps closer until she was only a foot from the bed and struck a pose, her legs spread and her hands on her hips to let Joey get a good long look at the package, as they called it in Hollywood. It was the result of long hours in the gym and a carefully monitored diet, combined with natural endowments, no implants here. The all-over tan that covered her body gave testament to the fact that Sara was anything but bashful about her body.

Joey's eyes slowly moved down Sara's body with admiration, pausing to admire the large, perfectly rounded mounds that had sent millions of male, and female, hearts a flutter. And other organs as well, she silently laughed. Her gaze then continued downward to the small, carefully trimmed blond bush between her legs.

"So what do you think, honey?" Sara said as she repeated one of her character's lines from the movie, "Do you think you can handle this?"

"Can I?" Joey said with a smile reminiscent of a kid in a candy store as she reached out and pulled the actress toward her with all of her strength.

The two women toppled onto the center of the large bed and Joey wasted no time in climbing atop Sara, kissing her deeply once she was there. She continued to kiss her, moving from her lips, down to her neck, then finally down to the older woman's breasts.

There had been nights during her relationship with Sonija, especially after they had watched 'Hearts Of Stone', that she had imagined that the breasts she was kissing belonged to the woman they had just watched on the television screen. The thought that she was actually doing just that caused her heart to race.

"Oh baby," Sara purred softly as she felt Joey's talented tongue caress her nipples, "that feels nice."

Joey closed her lips around Sara's thick nipples, drawing as much of her into her mouth as she could. Fired by more than her fantasies now, she wanted to please this woman like no other had done before. Her hands took hold of the undersides of Sara's mounds, massaging them, squeezing the soft flesh over and over.

Back and forth she moved between the two perfect globes, covering them with her kisses, caressing them with her tongue, and taking soft passionate bites. There wasn't an inch of the star's skin that she left uncovered. All the while she was spurred on by repeated and loud encouragement from Sara.

"That's it, baby," Sara called out as she ran her fingers though Joey's short red hair, "Suck those tits, use your tongue right there. Oh yeah, that's it!"

Finally, reluctantly, Joey let the delicious treats slip from her mouth and moved further down Sara's body. Giving up that delight was only made palatable by the thought of the greater delicacy to come.

Her lips left a wet trail of kisses across Sara's smooth stomach, continuing across her waistline and down between her legs. A journey made easier as Sara lifted her legs and spread them far apart. An opening Joey was quick to fill.

Her eyes focused on the small mound of tightly trimmed blond hair; one kept that way because of some of the outfits she wore in films. Later on, Joey would learn that the actress actually preferred a large natural bush on a woman and had been delighted to find Joey's in that state.

Taking a moment to savor the anticipation of her prize, Joey took a deep breath, taking in the aroma of the thirty-three year old's arousal. It was an intoxicating scent, causing her to feel a little light-headed.

But not so light-headed as to cause more that a heartbeat's pause in her desire. Closing her eyes to concentrate on nothing else but the task at hand, or more specifically, at tongue, Joey reached out and tasted the exquisite fruit.

"Oh yes," Sara purred in satisfaction as she felt the wet softness move up and down the length of her pussy, surging deep into her inner reaches.

Joey moved her pulsating mouth closer as she sought out Sara's clit, flicking her tongue against it again and again. A touch that felt electric to both women.

After playing a while. she pressed her index finger within as well, pressing against the excited nub. Alternating between the two, she sent cascading waves of delight across the blonde's prone form. Waves which resounded upon themselves and increased in intensity with each stroke. The rhythm she quickly developed was as natural to her as the simple act of breathing.

"Oh God, yes," Sara yelled as she stretched out and enjoyed the erotic rush passing through her. "Lick my pussy, lick it deeper!"

A request Joey was more than happy to accede to as she redoubled her efforts. The physical manifestations of which were clearly evident in Sara as her tanned body began to thrash back and forth, propelled by the powerful delights gripping her.

"Harder," Sara yelled as she felt the surges within moving beyond her ability to control, "lick me harder! Fuck me with that wonderful tongue!"

Joey was giving Sara all that she could draw from deep within her, pushing the Hollywood star to the edge of climax. Who'd have ever thought, she told herself as her tongue and fingers pressed deep within Sara, that she would find herself making love to a woman like Sara Carter. No one was ever going to believe her. But at the moment, who the hell cared.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Sara cried out as the orgasm Joey had worked so hard to produce ripped through her body.

A climax that sent her body into even more violent spasms, centering around her pussy which reacted by flooding Joey's mouth with the sweetest of nectars. A bursting damn that made the younger woman think there was no end to it. She had never seen a woman come quite like this. It seemed like it went on forever, but in reality it was only less than a minute.

-=-=-=-

When it was all finally done, and Sara's trembling body came to rest, Joey lifted herself from between her legs and climbed up alongside Sara on the bed. Softly she kissed the still-quivering actress, savoring the press of her lips for what she now considered what might be the last time.

With their passions now spent, and the two of them lying side by side, Joey's mind began to wander and the reality of what had happened set it. Tonight had been wonderful, there was no question about that. Even if Sara hadn't been the object of countless fantasies, their lovemaking would still be something for her to remember forever.

But passion in the dark of the night and love in the light of dawn were two different things. There was no relationship here, just two horny women finding comfort in each other's arms. It was a fact she would do well to keep in mind during whatever happened next.

"Honey, I have to tell you," Sara said as she rolled over on the bed to face Joey, "I've been with some of the hottest women in Hollywood, and none of them have ever gotten me off like you just did."

Joey just smiled, thinking that Sara was saying what she thought the younger woman wanted to hear. Which of course was exactly what she did want to hear, even if she knew it was a lie.

"No, I'm not just saying it," Sara went on as she stroked the side of Joey's face. "You are a genuine find."

"Thank you," Joey finally said.

"I really wish I didn't have to go back to the West Coast on Monday," Sara added.

"Well I understand," Joey replied, thinking that Sara was just letting her down easy. "Besides I knew that whatever happened, it was only going to be this one night. Not that I don't think it was a fantastic night."

"You still don't believe me, do you?" Sara asked.

"No, I believe you," Joey answered. "You had a good time, so did I. I just have a hard time thinking that there was ever going to be anything more than just sex between us that's all."

"Well I'll have you know," Sara said, her voice taking on a slightly defensive tone, "that I'm not normally in the habit of sleeping with fans. I like you, I genuinely do. That we wound up where we are now was because I liked you, not just because I was horny or anything like that. Do you honestly believe that if all I wanted was a willing woman in my bed, that I wouldn't have a choice among the most beautiful women in this city?"

Joey had to admit she had a point. Maybe tonight had been more real that she had imagined.

"In fact, and I know I'm jumping ahead here, but what the hell," Sara went on. "What would you think of coming out to Hollywood with me and see where this all leads?"

"What?" a startled Joey asked.

"Well, you yourself said that I should have some sort of assistant," Sara explained. "I can't think of anyone that might fit the bill better."

"Me, your assistant?" a still astounded Joey repeated.

"Of course I should tell you that it's not as glamorous a job as it sounds," Sara smiled, "running errands, doing a lot of thankless little tasks."

"As opposed to stocking shelves at the drugstore," Joey quipped.

"Guess you have a point there," Sara laughed. "Still the pay is good, especially if you're on good terms with the boss lady. There might even be a few more interesting perks if you play your cards right."

Joey didn't need a definition as to what those perks might be. Still, as attractive as the sudden offer might be, she wasn't that enthused about the idea of being someone's professional gofer. Besides, something Sara had said at the restaurant now came back to haunt her.

"What you said earlier, about people sleeping with someone to get a part or a job," she said. "Well I want you to know that I never considered..."

"Baby," Sara cut her off, "If I thought that for a second we wouldn't be having this conversation."

That made Joey feel better.

"But the bottom line is, I really would like you to come back to L.A. with me," Sara said. "If not as my assistant, well then I have a lot of friends who'd be more than willing to give a bright young lady like you a job."

"That might be better," Joey said, realizing that she was actually considering the offer.

"So do you think you could put up with an old lady like me?" Sara laughed.

"Well, I don't know," Joey replied, now faking a tone of doubt. "Still, you do have nice boobs."

"Honey, I have great boobs," Sara shot back, a smile filling her face. Then, in a softer tone, she added, "Why don't you just think about it, okay?"

"You said you don't have to go back until Monday, right?" Joey asked, changing the subject.

"That's right."

"So what are you doing between now and then?" Joey asked.

"I was thinking that maybe I could use that time to maybe explain more of the benefits of being my assistant," Sara said, an impish gleam in her eyes.

With that, she leaned forward and kissed Joey once more. A kiss the young woman now knew would be far from the last. There would be plenty of time to think about the offer later on, Monday morning was, after all, far away. There was still plenty of time to play before then.

END

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