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Subject: {ASSM} Hollywood After Dark - Ch. 5 (MF, FF, MFF, cons, oral, celeb) 1/2
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Better late than never. Probably goes without saying now that the
series is very far along and those who haven't read up to this point
should probably just skip to the sex parts (though I hate that you
would). For those who have read from the beginning...enjoy, because
the plot twists and turns are going to just keep on coming. Feedback
and suggestions always welcome.


Hollywood After Dark: Chapter 5

By Carnage Jackson 

carnagejackson@hotmail.com
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Standard Disclaimer: 

You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your
community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know
the rest. 

This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial
use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! 

This work is complete fiction, all made up in my head. 
Yes I know the celebs don't act like this in real life, 
but this is a fantasy after all.

This is Part 5 of an ongoing series. 
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Fuckin & fightin,
it's all the same
- Sublime




KATHERINE'S STORY:

	Taking the stairs two at a time, I hurried out of the hotel down the
emergency stairwell just at the end of the hall. My mind was a jumbled
blur as I went over what had happened: the Rose Petals had been
arrested, thanks to my timely placed call to Charlie and his friends
in the Las Vegas Police Department. But things hadn't gone as well as
I thought, for Eliza Dushku had not only managed to avoid being picked
up by the cops, but I was almost 100% sure she saw me at the end of
the hall, out of harm's way.


	My hands shook as I gripped onto the cold metal of the hand rail,
going down the stairs rapidly. If Eliza really did see me, and in my
mind I knew she had, what would happen? Certainly the fact that I
darted away before she could even think to come after me and question
me looked suspicious, but already I was trying to calculate an alibi.
I had told the girl's at Jessica Biel's initiation that I was stepping
out to get some ice, but would any of them, especially Eliza, believe
that? They weren't stupid, but then again I doubted that they would
have expected me to just walk up to the cops, arms extended to be led
away.

	I paused on a landing of one of the floors for a moment to catch my
breath, the blood pumping through my ears. Listening, I could have
sworn I heard some one up above me on the floors that I had just
descended, they too taking the steps very quickly. Even hesitating for
a moment was a big risk, but now that I had stopped, I could not hear
a single noise in the stairwell, save for the hum of the track
lighting over head. Gathering up more momentum (the adrenaline in my
body was going too fast now to make me really notice the growing pain
in my legs from rocketing down the stairs in high heels), I continued
down ward, each step just like the rest as I went down.

	Finally reaching the ground floor, my face soaked with sweat, I
paused by the exit and opened it slowly, peaking out. The lobby of the
hotel was full of guests and gamblers, all going about their business.
Even at 11 at night, the place was hopping, thanks I'm sure in no part
to the lack of clocks anywhere in the building. Stepping out slowly, I
shut the heavy metal door behind me as quietly as possible, and
straightened my dress and hair as best as I could, walking slowly
outward towards the exit. I kept a slight smile on my face so that
people wouldn't notice the sheer panic that was bubbling inside me.
Moving slowly, I scanned the lobby for Eliza. It was hard to make out
a single person, even one as strikingly attractive as her, for people
moved like ants around the lobby, coming and going in all shapes and
forms possible.

	I let out a slight sigh of relief as I reached the revolving exit
door and stepped out into the Vegas night.

	I began to walk more quickly now, immersing myself with the crowd as
I continued on, trying to seem like one of the pedestrians by mingling
with an eclectic group of drag queens in front of me, their
conversation like cat howls as they gossiped and joked with one
another, their deep voices and obvious sign of what really lay beneath
their fancy dresses.

	A few blocks past the Mirage, I spotted a pay phone, shrouded
slightly from the garish glow of the Strip. I had left my purse and
everything else in the hotel room when I left, so my call to Alex
would have to be a collect one.

	Picking up the receiver, I scanned around me nervously again, the
mixture of faces a blur as they moved past me, cars honking along the
busy street as I cupped the mouth piece and dialed the operator. I
waited patiently, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I
watched the people once more, waiting on Alex to accept the charges.

	"Hello?" his voice said, a familiar life raft in the storm that was
raging inside me.

	"Alex! It's Katherine!" I said into the phone, ducking my head into
the terminal.

	"Katherine? What's wrong? Did everything go alright?"

	"Yes, I mean no, I mean...sort of. The Rose Petals were arrested by
the LVPD just a few minutes ago. They took Tara Reid, Kate Hudson,
Jessica Biel and Jamie Pressley," I said to him.

	"That's great then. What's the problem, why do you sound so upset?"

	"They didn't get Eliza,"
	
	There was a pause on the other end. "Shit."

	"It gets worse. I made my exit like I had planned, waiting and
watching as they were led out of the room in cuffs. But after the last
cop had walked out of the room, I saw Eliza at the other end of the
hall,"

	"Did she see you?"

	"Yes, I think so,"

	Alex sighed loudly into the phone. "Fuck. Then she probably knows
something is going on, especially since you weren't taken away. Did
she say anything to you?"

	"No. She saw me and we made eye contact for a few seconds and then
she bolted before the cops could see either one of us. I left the
hotel as fast as I could and here I am calling you,"

	"Do you think she suspects you of something?"

	"How could she not?" I replied, my voice tense. "It did look a little
odd,"

	Another pause.

	"Alright, well let's assume she saw you. That means that, with her
free, Vegas isn't a good place for you to be right now. If she isn't
looking for you herself, then certainly someone will be in no time,"

	"Right, and that's what I'm afraid of. Oh Alex, I wish you had come
with me! I'm scared out of my mind!"

	"Calm down Katherine, it's going to be alright," he said, trying to
reassure me. "Where are you now?"

	"I'm at a payphone on the street, a few blocks from the Mirage,"

	"That's probably not the best place to be right now,"

	"I know that Alex," I hissed into the phone "But I had to call you,
didn't I?"

	"Yes, you did. Calm down Katherine, let's think this thing out. You
need to get out of view of anyone who might be looking for you. A
hotel or driving back tonight would probably be your best bet,"

	"I don't have my purse. I had to leave it in the room,"

	"Shit. Alright, well look. Here's what you do: find yourself a
Western Union. That shouldn't be hard in a town like Vegas. Find one
as far away from the Strip and the Mirage as possible and then call
me. Tell me where you are at, and I'll wire you some money right away.
Then, once you get the money, take a cab and find a hotel - nothing
fancy or expensive, but not in the ghetto either. That might be the
first the place they look. Pay for your room in cash, under a fake
name, and hole up there. Once you get into the room, lock the doors
and call me. When I know you are safe, I'll leave right away and
probably be there first thing in the morning to come get you. Don't
open the door or answer the phone for any reason, alright? I'll knock
four times on your door to let you know that I'm there, and only then
should you answer the phone. You got all that?"

	I sighed. "Yes, I think so. This entire thing is nerve racking Alex.
I'm used to people wanting me for my celebrity and appearance and all
that, but never like this,"

	"It's going to be fine Katherine, I'll be there as soon as I can.
Just get to the Western Union as fast as you can and call me. You need
to get off the street," he said.

	"I will Alex. But please hurry,"

	"I'll be there as soon as I can Katherine. We can talk more about
this when I get there. Right now, you need to get going, alright?"

	"Yes, ok. Bye Alex,"

	"Bye Katherine. I'll be waiting by the phone for you to call,"




ELIZA'S STORY:

	Leaning against the frame of the wall, I listened for the cops to
leave. As soon as I heard their heavy footfalls fading away, I looked
around the corner again for Heigl. She was gone. This was not a good
sign, and certainly didn't do much to convince me about her role in
what I had just witnessed.

	Why the fuck was she just standing there, letting her sisters get
taken away? Something wasn't right here, I just knew it. And now that
she had run away, rather than wait and try to talk to me? Yeah, the
bitch was certainly up to something.

	But she could be dealt with later. My head was throbbing already from
the headache this ordeal was sure to cause. Part of me wished that
Salma or Hapsboro were here right now to help me deal with this, but
the inevitable call to them would have to do. Walking out into the
hall, I passed by the suite with the yellow police tape over the door.
Scanning the hall to make sure I was alone, I ducked inside the suite
quickly, careful to move as quietly as possible.

	On one of the tables, I saw the residue of some coke. So, that's why
they had busted the girls. I knew that our contacts in Vegas wouldn't
just go looking to stir up trouble, so something had let them know
that the drugs were in here. Or perhaps more fittingly, someone.
Walking around the room quickly, my eyes scanning over everything, the
place had pretty much been demolished from the ensuing carnage of the
girl's arrest. Chairs were knocked over, pillows were strewn about the
floor and someone had left the television on.

	Making sure not to touch anything, I approached one of the bedrooms.
The bedspread on the queen sized bed was rumpled and, as I ran my hand
over it, still warm. The faint smell of sex was still present on the
air and from all indications, it looks like I had missed out on some
pre-initiation fun. I turned to leave the room when something caught
my eye: a purse.

	Moving towards it, I stopped for a second to make sure the cops
weren't coming back. Then, picking it up from it's resting place on
the chair, I opened it up. Inside was a cell phone and a wallet, plus
a key ring full of keys. Opening the wallet, I hit pay dirt: it was
Katherine Heigl's. Whatever had made her leave the room had been
important enough for her to leave incriminating evidence behind. Her
mediocre driver's license photo smiled up at me as I closed the wallet
and put it back into the purse. Stepping over a discarded bottle of
champagne, I walked towards the exit of the room and, ducking again
underneath the police tape, I left the suite with Katherine's purse in
tow.

	Heading towards the elevator, I waited patiently for the ding and
then stepped in, the doors closing in front of me as I leaned back
against the wall. So as not to arouse suspicion (with the cops in the
building, I knew the hotel's security would be watching the elevators
and the guests like hawks), I casually opened the wallet and took out
the cell phone.

	Pushing one of the arrows, I looked at the last two numbers dialed.
One was just a set of numbers from an LA area code and didn't seem to
have any special purpose. Punching the arrow down again, the plot
continued to thicken. On the small screen, the name ALEX appeared,
with a phone number beneath it. Holding the phone in my hand, I almost
pushed SEND and dialed the number, curious to see who would pick up.
But my judgment got the best of me and I instead hit clear, setting
the phone back into the purse as I draped it's thin strap over my
shoulder.

	The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, into the chaos of
the bottom floor. The cops bursting into the hotel had caused a ruckus
that hadn't been there even a few minutes earlier when I arrived, and
I knew it best to just make my exit as quickly as possible. Stepping
outside, I reached into my own bag and took out my valet ticket,
handing it to the pimply kid who stood there gawking at me slightly.
With a sneer, he got the hint that I wasn't interested and left to go
get my car.

	A moment later, he pulled up expertly in front of me and, rounding
the hood of the Jaguar, handed me the keys. I gave him a polite smile
and climbed into the convertible. The kid shot me a distasteful sneer
of his own at the fact that I didn't tip him, but as I pulled out
towards the street, waiting on the mess of traffic to clear, I flipped
him off and pulled out quickly between two cars, following a few cars
ahead the caravan of cop cars headed for the station.

	Sitting in traffic, I reached into my purse and pulled out my cell
phone. Dialing Gordon's number quickly as I switched lanes, I waited a
few rings before his groggy voice picked up.

	"Yes?" he mumbled. "Who is it?"

	"It's Eliza Gordon. I'm here in Las Vegas and we have a problem," I
said to him as I inched through traffic.

	"It better be fucking good to call me this late," Hapsboro said
bitingly.

	"It's not good in the slightest Gordon, that's why I'm calling you. I
was at the Mirage tonight, for Jessica Biel's initiation and, well,
things went wrong,"

	There was a pause on the other end.

	"Went wrong how? Jesus Eliza, you fucking actresses and your
theatrics..."

	"Just shut up and listen Gordon, I'm explaining," I spat back at him.

	Telling him what I knew, about how the girls had been arrested and
the cops had taken away the drugs with them, and how that Heigl woman
had been standing around watching the whole fucking thing like it was
a television show.

	When I finished, Hapsboro was silent.

	"Where are you now?" he said calmly.

	"I'm on my way to the jail, where do you think? This is really bad PR
Gordon, and not just for the Rose Petals either,"

	"I know that. Alright, listen to me. How long till you get there do
you think?"

	"20, maybe 30 minutes. Traffic is a bitch,"

	"Alright, good. When you get to the jail, I should have everything
taken care of. I'm going to make some calls. Tell them that you work
for Mr. Willis when you get there and they should let you back. Try to
calm the girls down, but tell them not to speak to a single person
about what happened, only to you. If you have any problems, call me
back. I'll tell them to expect you, and speak to you further about
this in the morning. Clear?"

	"Crystal,"

	"Good," Hapsboro said, before hanging up. I set the phone back down
in my purse and thought to myself about the whole situation. I wished
the Heigl bitch was around right now so that I could pin her down and
ask her what the fuck she was doing. But thinking about her more just
pissed me off, so I tried to get a level head as the cars in front of
me opened up and I got a clear path towards the city jail, the cops a
few cars ahead of me.

	Pulling into the police station a few minutes later, I waited and
watched as the van with the girls pulled around back. Counting off two
minutes in my head, I turned my car off and stepped out, walking
towards the entrance.

	The room had that desert smell in it, the police force obviously not
trying to recreate the ambiance of the rest of Vegas. Walking
assuredly towards the front desk, I rapped on counter top with my
fingers, waiting for the overweight donut muncher to hang up the
phone.

	"Yes, how can I help you little lady?" he said with a deep Western
drawl.

	Great, a cowboy. I bit my tongue and tried to remain as professional
as possible.

	"Wilton Willis sent me," I said.

	The cop stared at me blankly for a moment, his brow furrowed as he
looked me over in my dress.

	"And?"

	"And nothing. Go speak to your supervisor, he will tell you what that
means,"

	"Look lady, I AM the shift supervisor tonight and if you think you
can come in here and hassle me then..."

	"Fine, look, shut up for a second and listen to me,"

	"Did you just tell a police officer to shut up?" the man said,
lifting his considerable girth from the chair as he interrupted me,
standing up. I remained poised, smiling at him sardonically.

	"I'm sorry. Excuse me, officer. Please call your superior and speak
to him. He will clear this whole thing up,"

	"And why should I do that?"

	"Because if you value your job, you'll do it,"

	The man, whose name I now read as Chacer on his nametag, scowled at
me. An on duty cop entered into the room from behind him, sipping a
cup of coffee.

	"Hey, Billy, come here and watch this one for a second, I gotta make
a call. I wouldn't even be doing this you know miss, if you weren't so
damn beautiful,"

	"But I am," I retorted with a savageness in my voice. "And you are
going to make the call. So please go do it,"

	Continuing to shoot me a nasty look, the cop named Billy came over
and stood next to Chacer by the desk, setting his coffee cup down as
he looked at me warily.

	"I'll be back in a second," Chacer said, moving past Billy down the
hall and disappearing into an office.

	I smiled politely at Billy. He was kind of cute in a rugged sort of
way - strong jaw, nice build. If I didn't have more important things
on my mind, I knew I would probably flirt with him. But given that I
wouldn't even BE here if it wasn't for what happened, the point seemed
moot.

	We stood there for a few minutes until the heavy breathing sound of
Chacer emerged from the hall. He ran his hand through his balding head
and flopped down back into his chair, the thin slats of wood groaning
under his weight.

	"Go on back Ms. Dushku. The guards have already been informed,"
Chacer said, a tone of defeat in his voice. Billy looked at Chacer
with a look of disbelief as I passed by them around the corner, but
Chacer simply shrugged and gave Billy an "I know, I know" look.

	My heels clicking on the tiled floor, the hallway grew darker as I
headed towards the end. Another cop sat in a chair to the left of a
barred jail door, reading a sports magazine. He glanced up when I
approached and, straightening himself out to look presentable, he
cleared his throat.

	"You Willis' girl?"

	"Yes, I am. Would you open the door please?"

	"Yes ma'mm," he said, reaching onto his belt buckle for the keys.
Sliding a long one into the slot, he turned it and with an echoing
click, the lock opened and he pulled the door back.

	"They are in cell 8, last one on your right," the cop said as I
walked briskly past him.

	Entering the walkway between the cells, I was smart enough not to
favor one side or the other as I walked, the cat calls coming from the
cells almost deafening as arms and faces pressed through and against
the bars, futily trying to grab me. At the end of the hall, I turned
to look into the cell, seeing my prot�g�s, lovers and friends looking
dejected on the cot, their cell door surprisingly open. The cop at the
end of the hall stood with his hands on his hips, watching me, but he
didn't say a word.

	Jessica Biel and Tara Reid sat huddled next to each other, their
heads pressing together. Their clothing looked matted and wrinkled,
obviously thrown on in a rush, and their faces were streaked from
crying. Kate Hudson sat at the end of the cell bed, her feet kicking
back and forth as if she was bored, the straps of her dress hanging
off her shoulder. Jamie Pressley meanwhile, leaned in the corner of
the cell, her arms across her chest as she watched me enter, her green
eyes conveying nothing as I walked in with a smile.

	Upon seeing me, Tara and Jessica jumped to their feet, mobbing me in
a mass of arms and hair and tears as they babbled into me, relieved at
my presence. Kate stood up from the cot and walked over to me, giving
me a simple hug as Tara and Jessica continued to talk and make a
general noise, their arms hugging my waist tightly.

	I turned back to look at the guard.

	"Isn't it time for you're break?" I said to him over my shoulder. The
guard rolled his eyes, but seemed to agree with me and walked away
down the hall.

	I wrapped my arms around Jessica and Tara's shoulders and led them
back to the cot to sit them down, Kate walking calmly (she was still
quite stoned) over to them and sitting down. Only Jamie hadn't moved
since I got there, her eyes still seeming to calculate me, to judge
me. I ignored her.

	"Hey ladies, sorry about all that's happened. Mr. Willis is on top of
things though, and this whole thing should be over really soon," I
said to them, soothing them like little children as I ran my hand over
their hair.

	"Eliza, we are SOOOO relieved you got here. This was like totally the
most scary thing I have ever been through!" Tara said. "The cops...I
don't know how they got in or what but they were so mean!"

	"Shh...I know Tara. But it's all going to be over soon. Gordon is
working on getting you four out right now, so don't worry. And believe
me, this won't end up in the papers, so you can feel at ease about
your careers too," I said, telling them exactly what they wanted to
hear.

	"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" Jessica said,
leaning into me, her head just inches away from my pussy as the top of
her head pressed against me. "Oh Eliza, I didn't know I was going to
get in trouble for this!"

	"It's ok Jessica, this sort of thing never happens. As soon as you
four are out of here, believe me, we will figure out just exactly what
went wrong,"

	Kate's eyes seemed to light up, as if she was coming out from a
prolonged sleep, her lithe body bouncing on the cot.

	"Hey, where's Katherine?"

	Jessica and Tara looked puzzled for a second, then realized who Kate
was talking about. They glanced at each other, then at Kate, then up
at me. I tried to reassure them.

	"We are figuring that out right now, but I'm afraid that she might
have been involved in all this. I can't prove it yet of course, but we
are looking into it,"

	There was a silence for a moment as the girls took this information
in, Jessica's anxiousness causing her to rock back and forth on the
cot. Jamie finally spoke, startling us and breaking the silence of the
room.

	"Where were you tonight Eliza? How do we know YOU weren't involved?"
she said bitterly, her eyes locked onto mine as I spun on my heel to
look at her.

	"What did you say?" I said angrily, stepping away from the girls,
Jessica's arm falling away from my waist remorsefully as I turned
completely now towards Jamie.

	"I said, where were you? Why weren't you brought in here with the
rest of us," Jamie said, her voice flat as she spoke, but her eyes
saying far far more than words ever could.

	I felt anger rising up through me - Jamie and I had never gotten
along, and I was against bringing her into the Rose Petals, but
Salma's insistence ended up overruling my objections. The clash had
undoubtedly come because both she and I were alpha women, both wanting
to dominate things. But with the headaches of tonight so far, I was in
no mood to put up with her shit. Time to make an example out of her.

	I moved closer to her. "You think I was involved in this mess?" I
said coldly.

	"Well, you certainly weren't cuffed and led away in a squad car,
that's for sure," Jamie said with a bitter smirk. "And you were
supposed to be with us tonight, right?"

	I turned my head back to look at the other three girls. They were
huddled together against the far wall of the cot, their arms wrapped
around each other as they stared in fear at both Jamie and me. Like
little children watching their parents fight, it was clear that they
were not going to get involved.

	I glared at Jamie. 

	"How dare you say that I had something to do with this. If it wasn't
for me, you would be spending your entire fucking night here in jail,
your career in jeopardy and your future flushed down the toilet," I
spat back at her.

	"All I know is that you were supposed to be in the room. You weren't.
You were in charge of the initiation, and yet you weren't there. And
when the cops busted in, their to arrest us because someone tipped
them off about the drugs and the sex, you were nowhere to be found,"

	"I just got there when you were being led out. I would have stopped
them but then they would have arrested me to," I said, maintaining the
last bit of patience possible in my voice.

	"Whatever," Jamie replied, shifting her weight from one foot to the
other as she looked away from me in disgust. I had had enough.

	"Look bitch, you need to learn you're place. When the Mistress isn't
here, you answer to me. Got that?" I said, now just an inch or so from
her face.

	Jamie laughed at me. "Mistress...God, I had forgotten about all the
stupid little title and rules of this organization. How everything is
so proper and mysterious. Mistress, that's rich,"

	"I'm tired of your lip Jamie. It's time you learned where you stand
in the grand scheme of things," I said to her, my blood now boiling
with anger.

	"Ooo, what are you going to do Eliza? Take away my dildo?"

	I couldn't take it any more. Rearing my hand back, I slapped Jamie
viciously across the face, my hand leaving a red mark on her cheek
almost instantly as she recoiled back in pain. I heard the other girls
gasp behind me, but I didn't care. My adrenaline was pumping far too
hard right now to be bothered with what the weaker girls thought.

	Jamie turned her face back to me as her head snapped back. She had a
snarl on her face - not one of contempt or even simple anger but rage.
Pure and simple rage. For a moment, I hesitated in my anger, realizing
for just a split second that Jamie was taller than me and that she had
an advantage by being against the wall. This proved to be a costly
mistake, for not even a second later, she lunged at me, shoving me
backwards with her arms as I lost my footing and stumbled back against
the jail cell door, the thick metal slamming into my back.

	Recoiling in pain, it didn't take Jamie more than a moment to be on
me again.

	"Bitch? I'll show you a bitch!" she said, grabbing me by the hair and
slinging me towards the bed and the other girls. I managed to catch
myself before I hit, collapsing rather than slamming down onto it, my
arms unsteady as I bent over it. Things seemed to be moving in slow
motion now, for as I stood up from the bed, straightening myself, I
was better prepared for Jamie as she threw an actual punch at me.
Ducking it, I ran forward slightly and hit her in the stomach with my
shoulder, driving her back against the cell wall.

	Reaching down, she savagely grabbed my hair and lifted me up as she
pulled my head away from her stomach, where I had been busy landing as
many scratches and punches as possible on her. Tilting my head up,
Jamie spit at me, her saliva hitting my cheek as I spun away from her,
freeing my hair despite the pain. Spinning back, I pressed myself
against her towards the wall, trying to get her arms over her head to
immobilize her. But Jamie was a bit quicker and saw my tactic, instead
reaching out her arm and pulling my dress down as she grabbed my
breast firmly in her hand and twisted it slightly, causing me
immediate pain.

	Instinctively, my knee shot up and caught her in the stomach as she
now placed both hands on my breasts and held onto them tightly,
twisting them as I fought back the tears of pain she was causing me.
The blow to her stomach caused Jamie to double over slightly and as I
leaned hard against her, my weight finally pinning her to the wall as
her hands held onto my tits as my dress sagged beneath them, I used my
leg to part Jamie's legs. Through the material of her green dress, I
quickly placed my hand over her cunt and pushed my fingers in hard,
working them into her dry slit and causing her to cry out in pain and
surprise.

	My fingers buried in her and her hands on my breasts, we each
inflicted pain on each other for a few more moments. I stared at Jamie
and she stared right back as we reached a stalemate, neither one of us
knowing what the other one would do. The decision was made for us a
moment later however, as two cops burst in through the far jail door
and ran down to our cell. Within a moment, they were on me, yanking me
off hard as Jamie's fingers got the last word, clawing my breasts
painfully as I was pulled off of her.

	"Hey, woah ladies, stop that! Calm down!" the guards were yelling at
us, one of the bigger ones holding my arms pinned behind my back as I
struggled instinctively to get free. I finally stopped a minute or so
later, catching my breath as Jamie looked at me over the shoulder of
the cop, smirking.

	"You two going to rip each other's throats out if we let you go, or
no?" the one holding me said.

	"No, we are fine officer," Jamie said smartly. "Isn't that right
Eliza?"

	I lunged at her again, but grunted "Yes" as the cop let go of my
arms. Looking down at my breasts, I saw the red marks from Jamie's
nails left distinct lines down them. Fixing my top, I turned my
attention to the two cops.

	"You ladies made bail. But don't think we won't just pick you up
again if you decide to continue this outside," the big cop said.

	"We won't officer, thank you," Jamie said again, playing the coy and
innocent girl just to piss me off.

	"Alright, well you are free to go,"

	I made a motion to leave right after Jamie as she walked out the cell
door, but the cop next to me put his meaty hand on my shoulder.

	"Wait," he said in a nonplussed voice.

	I waited, despite my instincts wanting to just lunge at Jamie and rip
her clothes off right there, throwing her in with some of the other
prisoners, as she left the cell, the other girls walking quickly
behind her, their eyes not even looking at me.

	The cop lifted his hand as Jamie made her way out of the hallway, the
prisoners now yelling even louder than before at the parade of
beautiful young women walking past their cells. I stepped out of the
cell, shrugging the cop off as I followed them out.


	Exiting the building, I was escorted the entire way, my exit slowed
purposefully by the cops. It was a good thing in hindsight, because it
gave me a few extra moments to calm down. At least until I got outside
that is.

	I opened the door to see Jessica climbing into a cab out front, her
long legs disappearing inside as the girls crunched together in the
back seat. Jamie was walking over to the front passenger door but
looked up at me as I stood on the steps.

	"Oh, don't worry about the girls Eliza, I'll take them to a good safe
place for the night. Maybe you should do the same thing. You're chest
looks a little red," Jamie said with a mocking laugh as I rushed down
the steps towards her. Jamie paused outside the cab long enough to
blow me a kiss with her hand before shutting the door quickly and
telling the cab to go, it's wheels speeding away as I just reached it
on the curb.

	I watched them drive off, but strangely felt calm as they vanished
into traffic. The loss of face in front of the girls was bad, no
doubt, but there were more important things to deal with. Jamie could
be taught a lesson - and would be taught one - later on. But right
now, I had to figure out with the help of Hapsboro what exactly had
happened to get them arrested in the first place.

	That meant making a few calls and bribing a few people, but that
didn't seem hard. Glancing down at my watch, I saw that it was late
now - almost 2 in the morning. Better to deal with it tomorrow, I
thought to myself as I walked to my car. Besides, I needed to go home
and relax and I knew just the person to help me do that.




KATHERINE'S STORY:

	I walked into the grimy Western Union office about 10 blocks or so
from the Strip. The place had certainly seen better days - the man
behind the desk was behind a smudged and dirty looking bullet proof
glass window and the lobby itself was in complete disrepair, smelling
of homeless people and the cheap cologne of penniless gamblers,
anxious to call home and get more to feed their addiction. A ceiling
fan turned slowly above me, despite the cool weather of the desert
outside.

	I walked up to the window of the man behind the glass. He was a heavy
set Arab man, leafing through a tattered and worn porno mag. He
glanced up over it when he saw me. He sighed audibly and rocked back
down onto his chair, setting the dirty magazine side to look at me
from behind the even dirtier glass.

	"Yes?"

	"Someone is going to be wiring me some money at this location, as
soon as I find out which one it is," I said to him, my voice a little
rushed.

	"Alright, we are number 4252149. Is that all you need?" he said, his
voice thick with accent and his eyes flicking back and forth from me
to his magazine. I was obviously interrupting something important,
though I shuddered to think of actually seeing him in the act.

	"Can I use your phone?"

	He again sighed, this time more of a grunt behind it for emphasis. He
yawned and pointed to a sign up on the glass. As I read it, he recited
it word for word.

	"WESTERN UNION IS A WIRE SERVICE. COMPANY POLICY DICTATES THAT WE NOT
ALLOW CUSTOMERS TO USE IN STORE PHONES BECAUSE OF THE CHARGES THEY MAY
INCUR. PLEASE CONSULT OUR FRIENDLY STAFF FOR ASSISTANCE IN REACHING
YOUR REQUESTED PARTIES ON YOUR OWN," he said, his voice droll as he
finished reading it verbatim.

	"There's a phone in the corner if you are calling collect or have
change, but if not then there isn't much I can do to help you,"

	I looked at the sign, to him, then over my shoulder at the slimy
looking beat up payphone in the corner. The walls around it were
scuffed and dented, obviously from people slamming the receiver
against it in frustration. I sighed as I walked over to it, picking up
the receiver and wiping it off on my dress before dialing Alex.

	The phone didn't even get through one full ring before he picked up.

	"Katherine?"

	"Yes Alex, it's me. Ok, I'm at Western Union. The store location is
4252149, here in Las Vegas. Now what do I do?"

	"..149. Ok, got it. I will go down and wire you the money, there is a
place about 15 minutes from here. Once it gets to you, take it and
find a hotel and then call me. It's really damn late right now and I
think I'm going to wait until closer to sun up to leave. I don't want
to get lost in the desert, trying to drive at night. Are you ok with
that? I mean, once you get in the hotel and all?" Alex asked.

	"I think so. I'm not as nervous as I was, now that I've talked to
you. But please...get here as soon as you can,"

	"I will. Ok, I'm heading out the door now. Shouldn't be more than 30
minutes or so before the money gets to you," he said.

	"Ok. Bye again Alex, I'll call you soon,"

	"Bye Katherine. And remember, be careful,"

	I hung up the phone and turned back towards the front window. The man
was already absorbed in the porno again, his eyes wide and buggy as he
studied the photos. I walked over to the window, but stopped a few
feet short.

	"My friend is going to wire me in the money in 30 minutes. Is it
alright if I wait here?"

	"Whatever," he said, not looking up but simply shrugging his
shoulders.

	I nodded and walked over near the payphone, to take a seat on an
ancient looking wooden bench against the wall. There was an old,
yellow stack of newspapers sitting on the dusty floor near the bench,
but I decided not to bother with them. My face in my palms, I sat down
on the bench with a creak and tried to calm down and relax.


	I must have dozed off, because I was startled awake by the loud
beeping of the wire machine behind the glass going off. The Arab guy
was standing up, his considerable gut hanging over a pair of faded
khaki pants as he handled the papers. He looked over at me and his
eyes gave me the impression that this was indeed the money I was
waiting for.

	"Are you a Ms. Katherine Heigl?" he asked as I walked up to the
window.

	"Yes, I am,"

	"Have an ID?"

	I suddenly felt my heart jump in my throat as I realized that I
didn't.

	"I...I don't have it on me. See, I lost my purse and that's why..."

	"Sorry, but unless you can prove who you say you are, I can't give
you this money,"

	I looked at him blankly for a second, trying to come to grips with
what this meant. Without my ID, I was practically powerless. Suddenly,
an idea dawned on me.

	"Hang on just a second. You just need a photo ID right?"

	"Yep," he said. I turned away and walked over to the bench, now
rifling through the newspapers and the stack of magazines beneath.
Working quickly, I pulled out what I wanted: an old copy of People
from a few years back. It was a godsend that it was there, now I just
hoped that what I had in mind would actually work.

	Going over to the window, I flipped through it quickly. I knew I was
in here somewhere...

	"Ah! See, that's me!" I said to him, thrusting the magazine against
the glass. He leaned in close to look at it. It was a picture of me
from a premiere right around the time "Roswell" was still on the air.
My hair was pulled back like I had it now and as he looked at it, I
put on my best Hollywood smile, trying to match it up.

	The man glanced from the magazine to me as I slid it down and handed
it to him through the small hole in the glass. He took it in his hands
and studied it once more. I stood there like a statue, posed in as
close a way as possible to the photo in the magazine. Finally, he set
it down and slid some papers back through the hole towards me.

	"Whatever, close enough. Sign these," he said.

	I signed the papers eagerly and handed them back to him in the hole.
He waddled over a nearby safe and entered a code, taking out a stack
of cash. All told, Alex had wired me $1000. Sliding it through the
hole, he said in a bored voice: "Thank you for using Western Union,
the fastest way to send money worldwide".

	I smiled at him and walked out of the musty place, out into the
quickly dropping temperatures of the desert and the somewhat more
quiet streets of Las Vegas.

	Hailing a cab, I took it over a few more blocks, having the driver
drive around until I found a modest enough looking hotel. Tipping him,
I stepped out of the cab and went inside. The hotel was small by Vegas
standards, probably an 8 or 10 story building with balconies on the
front of each room, looking out onto the city outside.

	Far less time consuming was the process of actually renting the room.
The place was quiet and the man behind the desk seemed a little too
perked up by coffee to do things slowly. By this point however, I
didn't really care. I was feeling exhausted from the whole day and was
glad to know that it was soon to be over, that I would be safe in just
a few minutes.

	I took my room key and took the elevator to the top floor, where the
room I rented under the name of "Isabel Evans", my character on
"Roswell". Opening it, the pleasant cool air of a newly arrived in
hotel room washing over me. I turned on the lights of the room and
then locked the door with the deadbolt and chain and sat down on the
bed, dialing Alex's number.

	He again picked it up on the first ring and the conversation was much
shorter this time, both of us I think exhausted from the day.

	"I'm at the Desert Jewel, room 5616 on the top floor," I said to him
as I kicked off my heels, my feet aching.

	"Ok. I'll figure out directions on getting there, pack a few things
and then leave. Hopefully I can get there by 6 or 7, depending on
traffic and all that. Are you sure you are ok Katherine?"

	"Yes, I'm fine, just very tired. Be careful driving here. If you see
anyone following you, don't come here. I will find you later on today,
alright?"

	"Ok Katherine. Try to get some sleep. I'll knock three times when I'm
at your door, so you know it's me," Alex said.

	"Bye Alex. See you soon,"




PETTY'S STORY:

	The first single from my album was now playing in heavy rotation on
many Top 40 stations, thanks in large part to Antamount paying the
hefty promoters fees to get me a lot of airplay. They seemed to be
putting their full backing behind me, which I felt oddly guilty about
given that my first single, "A Lonely Love", was hardly the strongest
song on the album. I had argued with them about this, but the top
brass I was dealing with (unfortunately not Mr. Willis, but instead
one of his lackeys) would have none of it.

	So now, back in Los Angeles shooting the video for the song, I felt
strange about the entire thing. So far, in less than a month and a
half, I had went from playing coffee shops to being on TRL and
finishing my album. The critic reviews were mixed, Antamount buying
enough good press to make people curious about it, though some critics
were hardly swayed and instead focused on the belief that only two or
three of the 14 tracks I had laid down were actually any good.

	I really didn't care though. I was loving the life, even though it
was moving at a breakneck speed. Every night it seemed I was on the
guest list for parties, hooking up with various stars of both the
music industry and film to dance and drink and snort the night away.

	Oh yeah, I guess I should mention that. Since receiving that package
of coke from Antamount, I had wrestled with myself about what to do
with it. Part of me was tempted to just chunk it, but the itch in my
mind, which seemed to scream out whenever I thought about the drug,
even now as I'm telling you this, told me not to. So, I had partaken a
bit from the pile, doing a few lines during the day. You know,
something to get me going before I went out to a party and then
something to calm me down before I went to sleep. The high that the
cocaine brought me, along with the mellow feeling of pot (if you
thought cocaine was pervasive in Hollywood, you should try to imagine
the quality and quantity of marijuana around) kept me in a constant
dream like state but, unlike all those anti-drug ads you saw, I was
still able to function totally fine. So what if I did a few bumps
every now and then, before a performance or right before the encore?
It was hardly a habit and was something I knew that I could leave
behind if things got rough.

	It felt great to be back in LA. I didn't really care much for New
York, not so much because of the city itself but because of the
still-around sort of hug that seemed to greet visitors following the
whole terrorist attack thing. Most New Yorkers were pretty cool about
it, even the top executives and music people, but sometimes when
something would air on TV or someone would mention something in the
news, they would all get this sort of vacant stare, looking off and
thinking wistfully about it. Being a West Coast girl now, the entire
effect was kind of creepy. Sure, I had my cocaine but at least I
wasn't stuck in the past.

	Sitting outside my trailer on a little folding chair, I shivered in
the cool air of the early morning. The idea for the video was to have
me standing in the surf of the beach, playing guitar as the waves
crashed over me. For the full on symbolic effect, they were going to
super impose a lighthouse behind me and some stock film footage to
coincide with the song. That part hadn't been shot yet - today it was
all about making the most of the daylight and getting the wave shots
in. The surf was pretty strong and the director, Jonah something or
other, wanted to make sure the waves were at their strongest when they
filmed me. Reaching into my bag next to me, I fished around in it
looking for my smokes. That was another thing I had guiltily picked up
over this period. Where as before I had just had a smoke after sex
with Alex, now I was full on hooked, not because I really wanted to be
but because smoking was a great way to pass the time on set or before
a show or whatever. The nicotine was rich and it gave my lungs a
pleasant tickle that I knew was completely unhealthy but still
enjoyable nevertheless.

	Lighting the cigarette, I inhaled deeply as I leaned back in the
chair, listening to the waves and the sounds of the crew getting set
up. A few minutes passed and I became lost in my thoughts, thinking
about some upcoming shows - I wasn't headlining yet, but Antamount
kept telling me it was only a matter of time - when I heard some
commotion at the edge of the set. Leaning forward, I listened to try
and pick up what the voices were saying, but I couldn't quite make
them out.

	Standing up, I walked over towards the edge of where the set had been
made and saw a group of people, many of which were from my set but
quite a few faces I didn't recognize. Huddled towards the back,
surrounded by 6 or 7 people was someone I couldn't make out, their
small blonde head the only thing visible. Getting closer, I could hear
what was now a heated discussion taking place.

	"Look, we reserved this beach for the day. I'm sorry if it interferes
with your plans, but we aren't leaving any time soon so just find
somewhere else to shoot," one of the assistants said to an impatient
woman wearing a sleeveless white blouse and a pair of dark designer
sunglasses. She sighed heavily.

	"I don't care what you did. We booked this spot months ago and we
have a right to it. This is a private beach, don't make me call the
owner," the woman snapped, now getting in the face of the assistant.
Other members of my video's crew stepped up around him, in a symbolic
gesture to back him up.

	"How could you have reserved this months ago? She just told the press
a little while back that she was taking a hiatus! Or was all this
planned ahead of time and you have been lying to the media?" one of
the camera men spat back at her. She didn't even flinch.

	"I've had enough of this. I'm going to call the owner AND the police
and get them down here to have you removed," she said, turning away.

	Moving quickly into the throng of the crowd, I tapped one of the
other assistants on the shoulder. He turned to face me.

	"What's going on?"

	He rolled his eyes. "Miss Teen Queen Britney Spears is claiming that
they reserved this spot to shoot a video a while ago. They want us to
shut down our production so they can film," he said in that slowly
becoming familiar tone of snobby ness of LA entertainment people.

	"Well, what are we going to do? Are we going to leave?" I said. I was
surprised that Britney Spears was actually here, trying to mess up my
video shoot. That would explain then the massive amount of people
huddled off away from the confrontation.

	"No way. Not unless the cops tell us to or if that bitch just gives
up and finds somewhere else to shoot," he said.

	The woman in the blouse turned sharply on her heel. "What did you
call Britney?"

	She stomped over to the man I had been talking to, his face
immediately turning red.

	"I..uh...what I meant was..."

	"He called her a bitch. Which is the truth and you know it," I said
to her, stepping up to the plate for the crew.

	She glared at me. "Britney is not a bitch. In fact, she is a
multi-platinum, multi-talented..."

	I cut her off in mid sentence. "Hack. She's a talent less hack,"

	This pissed the woman off further. By this time, I noticed that the
crew that had been all around me had suddenly disappeared from sight.
They had backed up and formed a circle around us, ready and waiting
for us to duke it out verbally. I stood my ground, prepared for a
vicious argument.

	"Excuse me, Ms...what did you say you're name was?"

	"Petty,"

	"Excuse me PETTY, the girl who is just getting into the business and
has zero clout in the world, but Britney is not only far more talented
than you will ever be but also more gifted and marketable. If it
wasn't for Britney, blonde bitches like you would never have stood a
chance in this industry," the woman said with a snarl, her lip curling
up in the way of rich Daddy's girls.

	I smiled at her forcefully, over emphasizing my grin. "Can she play
an instrument?"

	This caught her off guard. "What?"

	"Can Britney play an instrument. You know, guitar, piano, that sort
of thing?"

	"Well, what Britney can and can't do is..."

	"If she can't play anything," I said, cutting her off again. "Then
you certainly can't claim that she is more talented than me, since I
can play both,"

	The woman fumed, stomping her feet hard into the sand of the beach.

	"I've had enough of this. Go about your little shoot. In fact, stand
right there. It will allow the cops easier access to arresting you for
trespassing," she said to me, reaching into her purse for a cell
phone.

	The crowd had seemed poised to disperse, the confrontation having
passed, when Britney Spears herself walked up towards me. Wearing a
white mesh pull over that covered over the bikini she had on
underneath, she walked towards us, standing next to the woman in the
blouse.

	I couldn't resist the chance to get an insult in for all the true
music fans out there, the ones who were tired of manufactured pop
taking over the airwaves.

	"Well, if it isn't the little poser bitch herself," I said to
Britney, smiling.

	Britney looked at me blankly for a moment, her brow furrowing at my
comment. She then reached her arm out to the woman in the blouse and
pulled her arm down slowly, moving the phone away from her ear.

	"It's ok Susy," Britney said. "Just let it go. We can shoot further
down on the beach. I liked that little rocky incline down there any
ways that we passed coming in,"

	The woman in the blouse, Susy, held the phone by her side, her mouth
agape in shock.

	"But...but Britney...they are..."

	"It's no big deal Susy. Really. I don't care,"

	"I know but..."

	"Just let it go," Britney said a little more forcefully this time, a
look of determination on her face. Susy sighed again.

	"Alright, whatever you want,"

	"Thank you. Now, why don't you go take the crew down about 1 mile or
so from where we came from and start looking for good shots there,
alright?" Britney said, her voice taking on the tone of a mother
giving her daughter directions.

	"Yes Britney," Susy said, turning away from me, a pissed off look on
her face.

	The crew for my shoot stood around me still, not quite believing what
had just happened. Britney now turned to them.

	"You wanted this spot, now don't you have some things to do for the
shoot?"

	As if, again, receiving an order from their mother, the crew
disbursed quickly, leaving just Britney and myself standing there,
Susy guiding Britney's video crew away while my own scurried around
behind me. In spite of myself, I too was shocked by Britney's
demeanor.

	"Um, thank you Britney," I said, hesitating with each word. It seemed
as if she was going to lash out at me any minute. Instead though, she
simply smiled that smile that had graced countless millions of CDs.

	"Don't mention it. You know, that took a lot of balls to stand up to
Susy like that. She takes any attack on me as a personal insult on
her. Not many people would do what you did,"

	I shrugged. "No offense, but it is the truth,"

	Britney smiled at me. "Oh don't worry, I know that. I'm just riding
this thing as long as I can. But even without taking Susy into
account, I like you for standing up to me. Sometimes I get tired of
yes men who just bow to my every whim. It's nice to hear from people
who have real opinions every now and then,"

	I tried to keep my jaw from falling to the ground. "So then you
aren't mad?"

	"Na. In fact, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to hang out
sometime today? Further down on the beach is a cove inlet sort of
thing that is like, pretty private. I'd love to hear your thoughts on
my music. Do you mind?" Britney asked.

	"Sure, I guess. What time?" I said, not quite sure what to say. After
all, what COULD I say in response to that?

	"How's 4 sound for you?"

	"Uh, 4's great I guess. I'll just take a break or something,"

	"Cool. Well, it's about 2 beach miles down past where ya'll are
setup," she said, pointing over my shoulder. "The rocks are a bit
slippery so be careful,"

	"I take it that you've been there before?"

	"Oh yeah, totally. I DO take vacations sometimes you know,"

	"Um, right," I said, still not believing that this had happened.

	"So see you around four?"

	"Sure," I said.

	"Great. Talk to you later Petty," Britney said, turning away and
walking quickly over to her bodyguards who had stood around and waited
for her during this surreal exchange.

	"Bye," I whispered to myself, watching her bikini clad ass swish and
sway as it walked away.




ALEX'S STORY:

	I made Vegas just before the sun rose, having left my apartment
around 4:30 or so. The sky was a brilliant mixture of reds, oranges
and yellows as it crested over the horizon of the desert. Traffic was
light once I got out of LA and then it was just a straight shot out to
Vegas, a few lonely travelers making the trip back, many doubtlessly
left without much more than memories when leaving Sin City.

	Katherine's directions had been dead on, and I managed to find her
hotel without too much trouble. I parked at the back of the lot,
behind a row of mini-vans and SUVs, hoping my BMW looked somewhat
inconspicuous amongst them, especially to the passer by. It wasn't
that I was worried that Willis' people would know I was here - they
wouldn't, at least I didn't think so. It was that when I left to bring
Katherine to my car, THEN they might be out looking for her. We
couldn't be too cautious.

	Going up the elevator, I knocked three times like I told Katherine. I
could hear her race to the door inside but once she got in, she still
seemed hesitant to just fling it open. Pulling it open a crack, the
chain was on the door as her pretty face peered out to look at me,
relief washing over her when she saw that it was indeed me.

	I stepped into the room and Katherine said nothing, instead choosing
to embrace me tightly, her head wet from a shower against my chest.
She still wore the clothes I had seen her leave in, but they looked
dirty and stained from the entire hellish night that she had just been
through.

	Finally she spoke, lifting her chin up to look at me.

	"I'm so glad you are here Alex," she whispered, our eyes locking.
Even with all the drama having taken place, she looked beautiful in
the dim light of the room and I let her know my feelings by planting
my lips on hers, her mouth eager to devour my kiss. I held her in my
embrace for a few moments, finally parting our lips as I half carried
her further into the room. We sat down on the bed.

	"Are you alright?" I asked.

	"Yes, I think so. What I want to know though, is what went wrong? I
know Eliza saw me but...do you think they picked her up too? That she
is out there looking for me?"

	"I don't know Katherine, I really don't. Are you sure it was the LVPD
that took the rest of them away?"

	"Yes,"

	"And you didn't see Eliza anywhere when you left?"

	"No. Either she got away before they saw her or they picked her up,
one or the other. I presumed that she was free though and that's why I
started to panic a bit,"

	"You had every right to," I said, clutching her hand tightly. "And
now you are safe here. We can leave now if you want, head back to LA,"

	Katherine stood up suddenly, turning away from me.

	"No," she said. "I don't want to leave until I know what exactly is
waiting for me back in Los Angeles,"

	I didn't say anything for a moment, pondering her request.

	"I want to know if they are out there, looking for me," Katherine
said again, her voice distant and somewhat cold. She had been through
a lot, getting the scare of her life and I suppose some sort of
closure was in order.

	"Well, you can't just call Eliza up and ask her," I said. "How else
do you expect to find out? Listen Katherine, I think we are safe. You
are safe. There is no need to get too paranoid right now because once
we get in LA, you can lay low,"

	She turned on me, her eyes aglow with anger. "And then what? Hide
like an animal? No way Alex. I refuse to live the life of a fugitive,"

	I sighed, trying to think of something that might help. After a
moment or so, an idea dawned on me.

	"We could call the police station," I said, watching Katherine's
reaction as she stood over me, her hands on her hips, her eyes
studying one of those generic paintings on the wall.

	I pressed on. "We can call them, and ask if they picked up five girls
tonight at a hotel. Tell them that we are reporters for a paper in LA
and wanted to know if they really did pick up celebrities tonight on
drug charges. If we ask them about five and then they tell us only
four then we will know that Eliza wasn't one of them,"

	Katherine sat back down again, her eyes filled with a pleading look
as she stared at me.

	"Do you think that will work Alex? Don't you think it will be a
little obvious?"
	
	"I think it will work," I said confidently, though truthfully I was
anything but. "They won't know that we aren't who we say we are,"

	Katherine bit on her lip for a moment, one of the little gestures she
did when she was nervous.

	"Ok, we can try it. But you call. I don't want them to know it was
me,"

	I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek for reassurance and then
stood up, pulling the phone book out of the bedside table. Leafing
through it's worn pages, I found the Las Vegas Police Department's
number and marked it with my finger. Katherine reached over and lifted
the phone to me, which I placed on the bed beside us. Lifting the
receiver, I held it to our ears as I began to dial the numbers.

	After two rings, a voice picked up.

	"LVPD, Sergeant Wilks speaking,"

	"Hi Sergeant, my name is Dave Barrack and I'm calling from the Los
Angeles Times. I received word that tonight you picked up some
celebrities in one of the hotels there and I was just calling to see
if this was the case," I said in my best fake voice possible.
Katherine listened intently to every word.

	"I just got on shift, hang on. You said tonight?"

	"That's right. I'm not sure how many there were, could you tell me
that as well?"

	"What names am I looking for?" he asked with a grunt, the sound of
him leafing through paper clearly audible on the other end.

	"Uh, well..." I said, looking at Katherine for help. She mouthed
"Hudson" to me and I nodded.

	"Hudson. Kate Hudson was supposed to be one of them,"

	"Hudson...hudson..." he said, scanning the names. "Yep, a Kate Hudson
was brought in late last night. Her and four other girls,"

	Katherine breathed a sigh of relief at hearing this and I could tell
she was overjoyed to know that Eliza had been picked up as well. The
feeling however, was short lived.

	"No, wait, my mistake, her and three other girls. Another woman came
in and took them away after they were picked up and the officer on
duty marked her name with a star which means...wait a minute, what did
you say your name was?" he said, his voice suddenly turning into one
of suspicion. Whatever he had just told me, he obviously wasn't
supposed to be releasing.

	"Hello? What is your name again boy?"

	I looked at Katherine, her eyes wide with fear. I did the only thing
I could think of - I slammed the phone down, the ring of the receiver
echoing in the room. My heart was beating wildly in my chest as
Katherine and I looked at each other, neither of us saying a word.

	We jumped in unison when the phone rang, it's piercing noise cutting
through both of us. I looked down at it and then picked up the
receiver for a split second before slamming it back down again.

	"Come on, we have to go," I said to her, standing up and taking her
by the hand. Katherine gathered what little she had with her from the
bed and we left the room hurriedly, leaving the key cards on the
dresser in the room.

	After an elevator ride that seemed to take forever, we walked at a
clipped rate towards the exit, Katherine struggling to keep her
balance on her high heels. Getting into my car, I tore out of the
parking lot quickly as we avoided main roads and were soon back on
Highway 1, going back to LA.

	Neither one of us had spoken as we fled the hotel room, but once Las
Vegas began to fade away from us, Katherine slumped down in the seat
and began to speak.

	"That didn't go like you thought it would, did it?"

	I shook my head no, keeping my eyes on the road and the rearview,
looking for tails.

	"The cops probably traced the call back to the hotel room. Good thing
I used a fake name at check in," Katherine said, her head low in the
seat.

	"They don't know it yet, but they will soon enough. Eliza obviously
got the girls out of there, but what I want to know is if she did it
with money or with influence. Because if it's influence, the already
dirty Vegas police are now in on the game," I said tensely, my fingers
gripping the steering wheel. I still had a rush of adrenaline and it
wasn't letting my body relax in the slightest.

	"What about Charlie? Do you think they know that he tipped the cops
off?" Katherine asked.

	I had forgotten about Charlie's role in this whole thing. He had
managed to swing something with the cops enough to get the girls taken
down to the station, but whatever little sway he had was erased by
Willis' people.

	"One way to find out," I said, spotting a gas station up ahead. The
place looked deserted except for a beat up old white pickup which was
more rust colored than it's original white. I pulled into the parking
lot and stepped out of the car, the heat of the day already enough to
make you gasp as it hit you.

	I glanced in the office of the station and saw a teenager sleeping, a
bag of cheese doodles or something on his chest, his fingers orange
from the snack. Deciding it was better not to wake him, I walked
around back of the station and picked up the receiver of the pay
phone, sliding in a few quarters so that I didn't get cut off in mid
sentence.

	Dialing Charlie's number at home, it took five rings before he picked
up. I was just on the verge of hanging up in fact, when I heard him
grumble into the mouth piece, his words half slurred from booze and
being woken up.

	"Hulllo?" he said.

	"Charlie, it's Alex," I said, covering the mouth piece of the phone
to keep the arid wind from blowing in.

	"Who's Alex?" he replied. 

	"Katherine Heigl's friend. The one you helped out last night,
remember?"

	There was a long pause. "I did a lot of things last night Alex, but
yeah, I think I remember that. What do you want?"

	"You had your police friends pick up some girls for us and take them
down to the station. Well, we appreciate that but they got out less
than two hours after actually getting in. What we want to know is if
you have heard anything from your contact or the people you know about
this whole thing...we think you may be in some danger,"

	"Shit Alex, I've been in danger all my life. This is a hell of a
thing to wake a guy up with, you know? Well, no I haven't heard
anything from them but I'll call today. I use the term 'police friend'
pretty loosely but yeah, he's a buddy of mine I guess you could say.
What is it exactly you want to know?"

	"Who got them out, who else knows they were taken in and where they
are now, if possible. Can you do that Charlie?"

	"Jesus Alex, where are you? Sounds like a damn tornado is going on
outside your head. Maybe it's my hangover though," he said, grumbling
to himself.

	"We are out in the desert, between Vegas and LA. We are heading back
to town but we wanted to find out what you knew,"

	"I don't know jack shit. That's why I'm still alive in this town. But
yeah yeah, I'll get ya your information. You realize I only am doing
this because your girl is one fine piece of ass, right?" Charlie said,
laughing into the phone. "Charlie don't just stick his neck out for
anyone,"

	If that was supposed to be a compliment, it was certainly a
backhanded one. I gritted my teeth and thanked him.

	"Yes, thank you Charlie. Just be careful, I think we may have
seriously stirred a hornet's nest here and your name will eventually
be gotten back to. Should I call you later on? Say around 1 or so?"

	"Na, na, I'll call you. Uh, I think I got Katherine's number here
somewhere...yeah, it's in my black book. I'll call ya about your
little detective work questions Alex, don't worry. Charlie will take
care of you, you just take care of yourself,"

	"Thanks Charlie. I'll expect you're call later on then,"

	"Yep. Bye," he said, hanging up, the phone clearly not his favorite
thing to use.

	Walking back to the car, I started it up and pulled out of the gas
station, the wind blowing a decent sized mound of sand in front of the
door of the station, the teenage kid still sleeping. Pulling back onto
the main road, we were headed back to LA, fresh and prepared to find
out later on just what the hell we were up against.




HAPSBORO'S STORY:

	I waited patiently in Willis' office, my legs crossed as I sat in one
of his expensive leather chairs, picking off a loose thread from my
gray Armani suit legs. Clearing my throat, I tried not to concentrate
on the sounds coming from the bathroom.

	Inside it, Willis was busy hacking up a storm. Though he presented a
strong public image, especially to investors and at social events, I
knew that Wilton Willis was anything but healthy. He had taken great
lengths to protect his health, but only a few people knew of the
truth. Of the cancer eating inside of him, of the secret chemo therapy
trips and experimental drugs he was taking to try and cure it. He was
a man who had emerged from nowhere to become wealthy and yet he had
spent a large part of that wealth in fighting off the one thing none
of us can avoid: death.

	So, these morning rituals had become pretty routine by now, despite
the grossness of it. I would come into his office around 9 or so, find
him in his executive bathroom trying to stay as quiet as possible as
he hacked up God knows what, then emerging from the bathroom a few
minutes later, his face as white as his hair and his hands trembling.
After a few minutes of course he would resume his normal fiery
personality but in those first minutes of the business day, the great
conqueror was as weak as a child.

	Today was no exception, and now he stepped out of the bathroom,
wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he fixed his tie. He
pretended that nothing had happened but I of course knew the truth.

	"Good morning Gordon. What have you got for me today?" he said with a
sigh as he sat down at his desk, leaning backwards with his hands
folded across the chest of his rich navy blue pinstripe suit.

	"Well sir, there is nothing today that is too pressing of an issue.
It was actually last night that was a problem," I said, handing him a
folder of documents. He opened them and began leafing through them,
his eyes glancing up occasionally to look at me.


	"Oh? How so?"

	"The Rose Petals had an initiation in Las Vegas last night. Jessica
Biel was the new member; a pretty sweet piece of ass if I remember her
correctly. Any ways, something went really wrong and attention was
drawn to the Petals and to our organization," I said.

	"I hope Ms. Biel is ok. I know how they can sometimes get carried
away with the drugs and all,"

	"No no, everyone is physically ok. The problem is, some how the Las
Vegas PD found out not only where the girls were but what they were
doing. Jessica Biel, Kate Hudson, Jamie Pressley and Tara Reid were
all arrested and taken down to the station on drug possession
charges," I said tentatively, not quite sure how he would react.

	Willis stopped rocking in his chair and folded the file closed. He
looked at me, his cold blue eyes alert and alive, despite the obvious
evidence leading to the contrary that I had witnessed earlier.

	"Are they still being held?" he said, his voice flat.

	"No sir. We used our connections with the LVPD and they were free
without incident. This certainly will cost the organization not only
monetarily but also politically I believe. Thankfully, word of this
did not get out to the press," I said.

	"Money is not a problem. What concerns me though, is the exposure.
They may be out, but there is at least two or three cops that know
they were there. People only stay loyal to their masters for as long
as it suits them. If we get some Joe Hero in there who decides to..."

	I cut him off, raising my hand up. "Sir, that won't be a problem. All
the officers involved were already on our payroll. We have upped their
take substantially, so they will remain loyal for the time being,"

	"And what about witnesses? Please don't tell me that they paraded the
girls around town,"

	"No sir. They picked them up at the Mirage and they led them down
quickly and quietly through without a problem. The hotel staff I
checked out last night, all of them seem to have different stories
about what they saw, which rules them out as material witnesses,"

	Willis relaxed in his chair. "Then this is a solved problem. Good
work Gordon,"

	I inhaled sharply. "Well, not exactly. The situation is a bit more
complicated than that,"

	Willis ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he did so.

	"Please explain Gordon, I just love getting dangerous news first
thing in the morning,"

	"Well sir, Eliza was supposed to attend the initiation, but she was
late. She arrived just as the girls were being led away. Thankfully,
the police did not take her in along with the others. The trouble is,
Katherine Heigl, a newly brought in member, was also at the
initiation,"

	"And I take it that since this is the first time you mentioned her,
she too was not taken into custody?"

	"That's right sir. From what I gather, she was outside of the room
just minutes before the police came in and took them away. Eliza saw
her standing at the opposite end of the hall of the floor, watching
the same thing as she was. When the police had left however, Katherine
was gone,"

	"Perhaps she was spooked by the whole thing and decided to wisely
flee?"

	"That is a possibility, but I don't believe that was the case. The
situation doesn't seem quite right: she told the rest of the women
that she was going to get some ice down the hall, only a minute or two
before the police arrived. I believe that she had some role in this
incident and knew what was going to happen and because of this, was
careful to stay out of the way,"

	"Hmm...and where is Ms. Heigl now?"

	"We don't know sir. We have people looking for her actively, so I am
sure she will turn up,"

	Willis tapped his finger to his lips, thinking.

	"Alright, well here is what we do. It seems that the incident has
been contained for the most part, but the loose thread of Heigl
disturbs me. Find her and then I would like you personally to question
her, see what she says,"

	"Yes sir. Shall we expel her from the Rose Petals?"

	"No, not quite yet. Perhaps Ms. Heigl really did get lucky in
avoiding arrest. But until we know for sure, I do not want her harmed
or any information about what else has happened told to her, if we can
avoid it. Find out who she has been in contact with in the past few
weeks inside the organization and start climbing the ladder up that
way. Regardless of her role however, I do believe that she should be
scolded in some way. I'm sure that you can come up with something
fitting for the crime, am I correct?"

	"Yes sir. I will consult Salma later today and find out what she
feels is best. Of course, I will report all of this back to you as
soon as possible,"

	"Good good. Is that all Gordon?"

	"Yes sir, I believe so," I said, standing to leave.

	"Excellent. You are a good man Gordon and I trust you to resolve this
issue. But I can not stress enough that this problem needs to be
solved in as quickly a manner as possible,"

	"I understand sir. And it will, don't worry,"

	"I know. Alright Gordon, I have some calls to make. Be sure to inform
me later on today,"

	"Yes sir," I said, walking out of the office. I shut the door behind
me and paused in the middle of the hall. Wherever you are Katherine
Heigl, we will find you and indeed solve this problem.




ELIZA'S STORY:

	"Honey, I'm home!" I called down the hallway of my apartment as I
stepped inside, shutting the door behind me.

	A few yards in front of me, I saw a blond head pop out from around
the corner, a wide grin on her cherub face.

	"I'm making pancakes," she giggled, disappearing back into the
kitchen. I couldn't help but smile myself as I set my bag down on the
floor by the door. Kicking off my high heels, I walked into the
kitchen barefoot, sighing to myself that the long night was over.

	I had driven back to LA after leaving the police station, still
fuming over Jamie showing me up in the cell and in front of the girls.
The Mistress would certainly hear of this, I had thought to myself as
I drove, but as the miles passed, my anger had eased. More than
anything, I was simply upset that I hadn't gotten to complete all the
rituals that for me had been the best part of being in the Rose
Petals. Now however, I was home and would certainly be able to relieve
my tension, assuming I could get through a plate of burnt waffles
first.

	Walking into the kitchen, I saw Kirsten Dunst standing there over the
stove, humming to herself as she stirred the batter. She wore a pair
of white cotton panties, some socks and a long men's shirt over her
small, supple frame and though the smell of the pancakes was certainly
inviting, the sight of her ass bouncing up and down as she sang to
herself brought out within me a different kind of hunger.

	Kirsten had been what I would call an "easy convert" into the Rose
Petals. I had just achieved second rank status when I was filming
"Bring It On" with her and was eager to bring in a new member. Kirsten
was the perfect fit - her naive nature and yet her willingness to just
have fun with people had made me lick my lips in anticipation of her
initiation. It had gone over without much incident, Kirsten proving to
be a far superior lover than I would have thought. She was everything
that you would expect from a lover: gentle, eager to please and return
any sexual favor and oh so gorgeous, especially when she stretched her
body out, her full breasts fascinating things to behold while you were
making love.

	Since that first weekend a few years back, Kirsten and I had taken to
hanging out. I knew that playing favorites was frowned upon in the
organization, but the Mistress was willing to overlook that as long as
Kirsten was made available for anyone else. That was a compromise I
was willing to live with and as such, we had been pretty much
inseparable (and insatiable) whenever our schedules allowed. Kirsten
must have come over last night and, figuring that I was at an
initiation, just stayed the night. The thought of her entertaining
herself on my bed with my wide variety of toys was enough now to make
my skin grow hot and my lust to reach the soaring levels of heat found
only perhaps in that skillet of hers.

	Moving behind her, I reached my hand down slowly and gave her ass a
quick little pinch, startling her. Kirsten giggled in surprise and
turned around to face me, her batter dripping spatula in her hand for
self defense.

	"Hiya!" she said, smiling at me. I felt suddenly refreshed just being
in her presence and, rather than reply, simply leaned in and kissed
her. Her lips parted willingly as I pressed my now very horny body
against her, moving her back against the stove as I wrapped my hands
around her waist. Our tongues danced with each other, the familiar
taste of each other's mouth still surprisingly arousing enough to turn
both of us on.

	"Hi," I said finally, breaking the kiss. "How's my little Kiki?"

	"She's fine. Although she wishes that you wouldn't dry hump her while
she was leaning back against a hot stove," Kirsten said with a sly
grin.

	"Oh yes, sorry about that," I said, stepping back from her but
keeping my arms wrapped around her waist as I pulled her closer to me.
"We wouldn't want you getting too hot,"

	"Here, taste this and tell me how it is," she said, shoving the
spatula in my face. I slid my tongue out seductively and lapped up the
creamy batter, swallowing it. It wasn't quite ready to be eaten - a
few more minutes perhaps - but it certainly tasted good. Though
Kirsten's cooking skills were sub par, I still enjoyed tasting
anything she made.

	"MMm...not too bad. I'm starving, so whenever it's ready just let me
know. Or do we have time for a little fun first?" I said, leaning my
head down to kiss her soft neck. Kirsten sighed and giggled as I
lavished her with kisses, enjoying the sweet taste of her skin almost
as much as the batter of the pancakes.

	She slapped at my face playfully. "No, not right now. Let me finish
cooking these and then I'll be all yours," she said as I lifted my
face away, still holding her tight to me. "You're awful frisky this
morning. Just couldn't get enough last night I guess huh?"

	I sighed. "No, things didn't go very well. I don't really want to
talk about it - I hate bringing my work home, if you know what I
mean,"

	Kirsten frowned. "What, because I'm not a high enough ranked Petal I
can't hear about it?"

	I smiled at her weakly, trying to make less of what was exactly the
issue "Fraid not sweetie,"

	Kirsten pouted. "I don't see why you have all these stupid rules. I
mean, I'm sleeping with - on a regular basis mind you - the second
highest member, and you can't tell me about you're night? Who made up
all this procedure any ways. Isn't the whole thing supposed to be
fun?"

	I slid my hands down to her ass, teasing her supple cheeks in my
fingers. God did she feel good. Hopefully my attention to her ass
would take her mind off things.

	"Yes, the Rose Petals is about fun. But we have to have rules too.
Especially to keep the organization a secret. You wouldn't want the
world finding out that you munch rug now would you?"

	"No, I guess not. But I mean...it's all so formal. I say fuck that,
let's just screw each other and keep it a secret.

	I leaned in and kissed her cheek, letting go of her waist. "You have
a lot to learn young one," I said. "Oh yeah, and you're pancakes are
burning,"

	Kirsten turned to the stove comically, a wide eyed expression on her
face.

	"Oh shit!" she said, digging her spatula in to try and stop the
burning batter. Experience told me that it was too late - I would
inevitably be eating burnt pancakes yet again.

	"I'm going to go change," I called to her as I walked down the hall.
"Want me to dial 9, 1 and then wait for the last 1? The fire
department is right around the corner," I said with a grin.

	"Ack! It's burning! What? No no, it's fine, don't worry," she called
to me, a bit of panic in her voice.

	I shook my head and walked into the bedroom, sliding my dress off.
Heading for my closet, I took out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants
and, discarding my bra and panties, climbed into the soft clothes.
Just changing outfits was enough to make you feel better, especially
after a long night.

	Heading back into the kitchen, I saw that Kirsten had dished up the
slightly burnt pancakes and was busy pouring syrup on her own plate.
Sitting down in my chair, I waited for her to finish with it. She
handed it to me sheepishly.

	"I guess I burned them. But don't worry, enough syrup and they will
be fine," she said with a slight shrug, embarrassed at her lack of
cooking. I thrust my fork into them and took a bite. Not too bad this
time.


	After we ate, and while Kirsten and I put away the dishes, I found
myself feeling much more energized than I had thought. I wanted
desperately to tell Kirsten what was going on, but like any good
secret society member, I had to keep it a secret. Once it was resolved
though, I'm sure there would be no harm in telling her, even though I
was already planning on leaving the part about Jamie out.

	Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice as I set a dish down on the
counter edge, only to bump into a moment later and knock it to the
floor.

	"Fuck!" I yelled in frustration as it hit the floor and shattered
into a million pieces.

	Kirsten looked down at the broken plate, then at me.

	"Calm down, it's just a dish," she said, trying to coax me.

	"Argh! I know but...I'm such a klutz sometimes," I muttered to
myself, frustration and lack of sleep starting to take a toll on my
mood.

	"Hey hey, it's okay babe. Really. It's just a broken dish," Kirsten
said, leaning into me, careful to avoid the broken plate. "I still
love you anyways,"

	I looked up at her in surprise: this was the first time she had ever
said she loved me.

	"You love me?" I asked, startled by her admission.

	"Uh huh," she whispered, her mouth close to my own as she spoke. "Do
you love me?"

	I was taken aback by the comment. I certainly had feelings for
Kirsten, that was without doubt. But I had never thought of it as love
before. Thinking more about it now as I felt her hot breath on my
lips, I realized that what we had really was love.

	"Yes, I think I do,"

	"Good," Kirsten whispered again, her lips now against my own as she
kissed me softly. "Now come on, let's get you out of those oh-so-sexy
clothes and I'll show you how much I REALLY love you. Does that sound
good?"

	"It does indeed," I said, smiling at her. Kirsten took my hand and
led me carefully away from the broken plate, out of the kitchen. As
our feet touched carpet, I could somehow feel the electric energy
running through her body. She broke into a sort of gallop, pulling me
along as she giggled like a little girl towards the bedroom.

	Stepping into the doorway, Kirsten stopped suddenly and swung me
around backwards, almost knocking me off my feet. I staggered
backwards onto the bed, propping myself up as I balanced on the edge.

	Sauntering sexily, Kirsten moved towards me like a cat, her hips
swaying as she stood in front of me. Leaning down, she kissed me,
placing her small hands on my firm tits, massaging and squeezing them
tightly in her hands as she rolled them around on my chest. I moaned
into her mouth as we broke the kiss, my body still propped up against
the bed. Kirsten towered over me, her hands still on my breasts.
Sliding her fingers slowly down my stomach, she reached down and
lifted my shirt upward, pulling it up and over my head as I shook my
hair free.

	The cool air of the room made my nipples tingle, my body already
responding to Kirsten's touches. Hooking her thumbs into the top of my
pajama pants, she smiled wickedly at me in a cocky grin, pulling them
down suddenly to expose my pussy to her. Kirsten placed her hands on
my hips and slowly slid her open fingers down over my pubic bone until
her thumbs were playing with my crinkly black pubic hair. I had shaved
it down to a small patch to make it more manageable for last night,
but even though that had never taken place, I still felt very aroused
and turned on by Kirsten's slight touching.

	Dropping to her knees, she placed her hands on my pussy as I adjusted
my ass on the bed. Her thumbs against my outer lips, my juices already
flowing and just begging for a release, she parted my cunt lips to
expose the pink to her face, now just a few inches from her luscious,
full lips.

	Kirsten lowered her head to my pussy, her warm breath tingling my
exposed flesh and slid her tongue outward, tasting my initial juices
with her soft, pert tongue. She completed one full lick and, looking
up at me as if for encouragement (my eyes must have given her what she
wanted), she again placed her mouth on my cunt and began to slowly
worm her tongue inside of me.

	As her tongue slid over my aroused clit, I moaned in pleasure and
threw my head back, letting my hair touch the bed as my tits thrust
out towards the heavens. Kirsten had a firm grip on my thighs now and
was wasting no time in lapping at me, tasting my juices. The lewd
sound of her sucking and swallowing was quite arousing to me, glancing
down to see the cute all American girl tearing into my cunt like a
woman possessed. Her blonde head bobbed and moved sideways as she
sucked on my outer lips, her tongue busy worming it's way inside of
me.

	I was a sucker for Kirsten's mouth and with all the tension I had
built up in the past few hours, it wasn't long before I felt my
insides start to convulse a little, Kirsten's tasting of my pussy
making me cum almost immediately. With a sharp cry, I thrusted my hips
forward towards her mouth and orgasmed, releasing a long overdue dose
of cum and juices onto her face and waiting mouth. Kirsten licked and
swallowed it all down as I panted in pleasure, the feeling of the
orgasm making me feel like a whole new person. I continued to buck at
her face with my hips until my orgasm subsided, Kirsten's face a
sticky mess of my juice and womanly fluids.

	Gasping for air, I lifted my head back up and scooted further on the
bed as Kirsten stood up, licking at her lips seductively like a cat,
making sure to get every drop of my cum from her face.

	"That was just a warm up. Wait till you see what else I have in
store," Kirsten said, her voice husky from her arousal.

	I laid back on the bed, propped up by my elbows as Kirsten began to
sway and move to a hidden beat, her hands rubbing up and down across
her body as she slowly danced for me. Turning around slowly, Kirsten
bent over slightly to give me a full view of her tiny ass, the cheeks
soft and firm and oh so delicious looking through her cotton panties.

	Kirsten looked over her shoulder at me, a stray lock of hair covering
her left eye as she smiled at me - not a smile of affection
necessarily, but one of lust, pure and unbridled. Reaching down, she
slowly wiggled her panties off, bending down fully now to give me a
full view of her ass and cunt, her pussy lips parted slightly in
anticipation as she looked at me through her legs. Sliding her hands
up from her ankles, Kirsten slowly stood back up, the shirt she was
wearing now covering her nether region.

	Turning to face me now, Kirsten reached down to the bottom of the
shirt and pulled it upward, lifting it over her head as she too shook
her hair free. I gasped in surprise.

	"Do you like it?" Kirsten asked. "I wanted to show you last night but
you weren't here,"

	My eyes were wide as I stared at her naked body. Besides her
perfectly formed and shapely body and breasts (her pink nipples had
always been a favorite of mine, and her wet t-shirt scene in
"Spiderman" had been an image I simply could not get over, even when I
had the real thing in front of me), as I looked at her body in full,
what had surprised me was what was between her legs. Nothing. Or
perhaps that is to say, there was SOMETHING but there was only her
swollen red pussy lips and the slight parting of her cunt. Kirsten had
shaved her pussy bare.

	Though I felt like my mouth wouldn't work, I managed to get out the
words "I love it," before Kirsten was atop me, jumping onto the bed
and almost crushing me with her body and firm breasts. Our nipples
touched as she lay against me, the fullness of her tits against my
hard nipples creating an insane amount of heat through my body. We
were close to the same height, and Kirsten used this very much to her
advantage, rubbing her bare and shaved pussy against my own, her hot
sex mingling with the juices from the orgasm she had just induced in
me.

	I put my hands against her face and pulled her in for a kiss as
Kirsten continued to grind herself against me, getting both of us very
turned on and excited.

	"Would you like a taste?" Kirsten said to me as our lips parted
reluctantly. I could only nod in acknowledgement as Kirsten sat up and
slowly moved on her knees up my body until her pussy lips were
directly over my face. Reaching her hand down, she stroked my hair as
I licked my lips in anticipation.

	Kirsten slowly lowered herself onto my mouth, my tongue poised in the
back of my mouth, ready to give her a lick. As I felt the warm wetness
of her sex on my lips, I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust my
tongue into her like a cock, her juices coating my tongue like warm,
sweet syrup immediately. Kirsten settled in on my face and let me go
to work, which I was more than happy to do. My fingers against her
cunt lips, I pried them open gently to give myself a great view of her
now completely hairless snatch. A drop of sweat had accumulated on the
edge of one of her lips and I removed my tongue from inside of her
long enough to suck it in quickly, the salty mixing with the sweet.

	Her lips still parted, I moved my hand towards her cunt and worked
two fingers into her slowly. Kirsten sighed in pleasure as my fingers
found her hot nether regions, the silky smooth walls of her cunt soft
beneath my touch. I stroked my fingers in and out of her, twisting and
pulling them along inside of her as my tongue pushed into her again.
Squirming slightly on my face at the feeling of so much attention
being paid to her cunt, Kirsten moved her hand down towards her
opening and began to rub her clit with two fingers while I fucked her
with my mouth.

	Lifting my head from the bed, I pressed my lips hard against her and
sucked down all of her juices, pulling her gentle sex into my mouth as
I lapped at her, my tongue moving erratically inside of her like a
live wire. Leaning backwards, Kirsten kept her pussy on my mouth (I'd
have to kill her if she moved it!) and placed an arm down to steady
herself on the bed. She pulled her sticky and wet fingers from her
clit and moved them up to her breasts, my eyes watching with lust as
she shut her eyes and played with her perfect breasts, feeling the
globes up and down as she ran her fingers lightly over her nipples.
The pink nubs jutted outward from her breasts as the sunlight from the
early morning beamed in on us from the blinds of the window, giving
Kirsten's already cherubic face a more appropriate angelic glow.

	I slid my fingers around inside of her more, then slowly began to
inch them towards her aroused and protruding clit, the hard little
pleasure button a rich shade of red just begging to be sucked. Sliding
my finger up under it, I pushed it outward gently as I placed my
tongue atop of it, coating it with my saliva. My tongue glided up and
down over it, causing Kirsten to shudder and moan softly from her
slightly parted lips.

	She lay back on me now almost completely, only an elbow to prop
herself up. Pulling her arm back over her head, Kirsten placed her
small, nimble fingers against my own now sopping pussy, stroking the
crinkly hair with her fingers as she ran her palm over my cunt
absently, lost in her own world of pleasure and yet still able to be a
considerate enough lover to make sure I felt good as well.

	Kirsten's fingers touched my clit, and this was like the starting of
an engine inside of me. Grabbing onto her hips, I hated to see her
fingers leave my sex but I just had to have a taste of as much of her
pussy as possible. Pulling her upwards from her lazy relaxation
against me, she wobbled a bit atop my shoulders as I lay there,
fucking her with my tongue and fingers. Kirsten's breasts swayed as
her blonde hair hung in front of her face, her cheeks flushed and red
with excitement.

	I pistoned my fingers and tongue out of her rapidly, pushing the tips
of my hand in hard and fast while my tongue continued to lather and
taste her clit, my top lip brushing across it as I held my mouth over
her sex. I was fucking her with no abandon now, using my tongue and
fingers as a cock. In fact, an idea hit me just as Kirsten was
approaching orgasm.

	"Eliza...I...I'm...OOOOHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHIIIIITTTTT...I'MMMMMMM
CUMMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" Kirsten yelled as I
felt her pussy spasm wildly, her sweet, lush juices now coming out of
her quickly. Her body tensed up as the orgasm arrived but my tongue
was relentless, batting her clit around like a punching bag, her
juices flooding my mouth.

	Slowly, and with great effort to maintain her balance, Kirsten's
orgasm began to subside after what had to have been a good 30 seconds.
I pulled my mouth away, my lips and tongue sore from licking her but
loving every minute of it. Finally, Kirsten was worn out from the mind
blowing orgasm she had just had and she fell over sideways on the bed,
her thighs laying across the bottom of my shoulders, just above my own
heaving breasts.

	I sat up from the bed, rolling over onto my side to look at Kirsten,
who was on her back, her hands playing with her nipples as she caught
her breath. Leaning in close to her ear, I whispered "I'll be right
back," and then slowly slid off of the bed. Kirsten's eyes opened and
she turned over on the bed so that she lay on her stomach, her cute
ass swaying back and forth as she bobbed her legs on the bed, watching
me like an innocent little girl.

	Walking over to the closet on slightly wobbly legs, I dug around for
a moment and emerged with what I wanted. Turning around quickly, I
held it out to Kirsten like a prize catch, causing her to giggle with
excitement.

	I slid back onto the bed and placed the toy between us. Kirsten sat
up and looked at the toy, a double sided 15 inch long jet black dildo
I had picked out and saved for only special occasions. This wasn't
even for Rose Petal use, but strictly for me and my lovers.

	Kirsten obediently parted her legs and I did the same, our thighs
resting on top of one another. She watched with awe as I positioned
the toy between us both and then slowly slid one end towards her on
the bed. There was more than enough space for both of us to sit there,
but it was important to me that Kirsten receive the first bit of
pleasure from the dildo.

	Her pussy lips parted wide as I pressed the rubber tip into her cunt,
her well juiced sex opening easily as the head disappeared inside of
her. I looked up at Kirsten, who was breathing through her mouth in
excitement.

	"You're turn," she said, running her hand from where the toy
protruded from her pussy towards the opposite end, the wide head
poised and ready for entry. I scooted my ass on the bed towards it,
waiting with extreme excitement as she slowly pushed the end into me.

	My hips bucked just a bit involuntarily as I felt the warm rubber of
it slide into my own lips, like a good hard cock would. Kirsten was
methodical about placing it, making sure that the shaft of the toy,
when inserted fully, would rub along my clit wonderfully. Now it was
her turn to look up at me.

	Our eyes locked for a moment before I leaned in and kissed her.
Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, I placed my mouth against her
ear again.

	"1...2...3!" I said to her and then thrust my own hips forward while
pulling her closer towards me.

	The effect of course was that as we grew closer to each other, the
toy parted our lips fully and slid into each of us as far as it would
go. I continued to pull on Kirsten, not letting her go as inch by inch
the dildo filled both of us up.

	If one could freeze time for a moment, the second in which both
Kirsten and I were penetrated by the sex toy would certainly be one of
those I would like to freeze. Time in fact seemed to slow down as our
bodies slid along the bed into each other and we were each filled with
over 7 inches of hard rubber in our cunts. I gasped in pleasure as I
felt the long toy slide into me, stretching out my pussy lips and
reaching into my inner most depths. Kirsten too was lost in the wave
of pleasure, her clit stimulated as the toy grinded over it and into
her fully, her smaller body having to flex greatly to take it all in.

	I let out a huge sigh of air as I felt Kirsten's cunt push against my
own, her freshly shaved snatch bumping against my own, sparsely
covered with hair twat. Our thighs pressed against one another as we
stretched our legs out, each of us impaling ourselves purposefully on
the toy. My mouth open, panting, I looked down to see barely an inch
of the once massive toy visible now, the rest inside of us. Pushing
back gently on the bed, I watched transfixed as a few inches slowly
left my body, but not before it was coated with my juices. Thrusting
onto it hard now, I let more of the dildo press into me as I used my
weight to force the majority into Kirsten.

	She reached her arms out and wrapped them around my shoulders for
support, her nails dragging along my smooth back as I used the dildo
to fuck her, getting rid now of that last inch. Kirsten's eyes were
wide in surprise and shock, but I could make out the dull glow of lust
still burning strong behind them. I rested my head on her shoulder as
Kirsten leveraged herself against me, bouncing her hips forward as she
fucked herself silly with the toy.

	Licking my lips, I couldn't resist the urge to slide my tongue out
along her breast, coating the firm, warm orb with my tongue as I
licked downward towards her nipple. Lifting her left breast with my
hand, I greedily pulled her tit into my mouth, sucking hard on the
nipple like an infant. Kirsten groaned in pleasure as I devoured her
mound of flesh with my mouth, my lips and teeth grazing over her hard
pink nipple.

	Now it was Kirsten who pulled back from the toy a bit, but only for a
moment. Rocking her hips forward, Kirsten pushed the toy into me with
just the muscles of her pussy, the pleasant sensation of fullness
filling me up as I felt the end of the dildo press against my cervix
wall. I clamped my cunt muscles down hard on the toy, squeezing it as
hard as I could, enjoying the pleasant tension it created inside of
me.

	I moved my hand down to the only part of the 15 inch monster that was
not currently filling up a girl cunt and wrapped my fingers around it
like a cock. I was surprised however, to find Kirsten's hand already
there. Placing my own over hers, I gently held her fingers as I moved
the toy back and forth within us, our hands keeping the rhythm of our
fucking going as we vied for the pleasure that the rubber could bring.

	We alternated, back and forth, thrusting in and out of each other -
at first we went slow, gentle and caring as we enjoyed every minut
sensation that the dildo brought out, from the hard rubber itself to
the warm wetness of it's end that allowed for easy access into our
pussies. Gradually, as our hips began to move in time with one
another, we began to go faster and faster, my ass bouncing on the bed
just enough to make the toy move and swerve around inside of Kirsten.
She was determined however, to bring me to orgasm first, something
that my lust racked mind had no problem in conceding.

	Kirsten wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, loosening up the
slack that had formed between us as we fucked one another. Kirsten's
clamping of her thighs gave her far more force as she thrust into me,
and my pussy quickly lost the battle to her as she began to fuck me
harder and harder.

	"Oh yeah Kirsten! MMMmmmm baby, that's it, fuck my cunt!" I grunted
into her chest, my voice barely audible over our panting gasps.
Kirsten's face had tightened up with determination as she fucked me
and as I felt the toy probe hard into my deepest nether regions, my
clit afire with pleasure, I could feel a very strong orgasm
approaching.

	Kirsten continued to fuck me as hard as she could without any let up,
but it was just too much for me to take. My inner walls spasmed and I
came onto the toy, my juices spilling out from within me as they
coated my half of the dildo, my chest trembling as I released a flood
of cum onto it and the bed. I pinched my nipples hard with my one free
hand, the slight pain only bringing me to new heights of bliss. I
continued to cum for a long while, so long in fact that just when I
thought the orgasm had crested, I was racked with a new wave that was
stronger than the last.

	Her weight now controlling things, Kirsten gripped the toy tightly
and leaned into me, knocking over my already weakened body as she
sawed the toy in and out of my gaping pussy, wearing herself out
finally just as my orgasm began to subside. Her strokes grew slower,
softer and finally she came to a stop, the toy still buried within us.

	Leaning over me, Kirsten bent her sweaty face down and kissed me. I
licked along her bottom lip, biting it slightly with my teeth as I
nibbled on her mouth, tasting her sweat and the slight after taste of
my own juices on her lips. Breaking the kiss a good 30 seconds later,
the last of the heated fluids in her mouth drunken down by me, I
slowly sat up on the bed, careful to keep my end of the toy into me.

	We didn't have to say anything between each other - she knew how much
I had enjoyed it and how greatly she had returned the sexual favor.
That's when it dawned on me that Kirsten hadn't cum yet! For the
second time that morning though, I had another idea.

	Hanging onto the toy, I slowly and methodically slid the end out of
Kirsten, carefully rubbing it along her clit as I pulled it out until,
finally, I was left holding a good 10 inches of it in my hand. Kirsten
looked at me, then down at the toy. The look was short lived however,
because now it was my turn to once again be the dominant one. I pushed
on her shoulder firmly, causing her to fall back on the bed in a flop,
her chest still heaving from our actions. Kneeling on the bed, I held
onto the toy with one hand and then used the other to pull her legs
together and then lift them up slightly, leaning them back against her
body. The end of the toy glistened in the soft morning light as I
walked on my knees closer to her.

	Kirsten wasn't even bother to watch me now, her trust completely with
me. Her eyes however, opened wide as she felt me press against her
opening. It wasn't her pussy I was after however - there was one hole
that hadn't been fucked yet and that I was dying to pleasure her at.

	Pressing one end of the toy against her anal opening, I could feel
Kirsten's body tense up suddenly, then relax as the first part of the
head pressed into her sphincter. I watched Kirsten's face as I pushed
into her, her angelic face filled with a mixture of hesitation and
excitement. She bit on her lower lip nervously as I continued to
slowly work inch by inch into her ass, her legs up over my shoulders
now to give me a better angle.

	The juices from inside Kirsten't cunt proved to be more than enough
lubrication to get inside of her, but I knew that it would still be
slightly uncomfortable for her. That's why I pressed my free hand
against her pussy, gently pushing a few fingers into her gaping
opening, my index finger touching her clit deliberately as I now
pressed the dildo further and further into her ass at a 90 degree
angle or so.

	As soon as I touched her clit, Kirsten cried out in pleasure - she
had been so keyed up by our mutual fucking that I knew that she would
cum at any moment, should I keep this up (and I certainly intended to
do so!)

	I managed to get about eight inches of the dildo inside of her before
I felt the tip touch something deep inside of her. Kirsten let out an
audible sigh as the toy came to a rest inside of her cute ass, amazed
with herself that she could actually take something that long inside
of her small frame.

	But I was far from finished when it came to just working the toy into
her. Stroking her clit in a circular motion now with my fingers, I
used the 5 inches or so of the toy that was already inside of me to
press hard against Kirsten, burying the last remaining inches inside
of me, even as my pubic bone pressed against her firm ass.

	The added weight of my body on the toy not only was working towards
getting me off, but it also was stimulating nerves inside of Kirsten's
ass as well. Pulling up slightly, it was only for a moment before I
pressed my hips into the toy once more, the now familiar feeling of it
sliding around inside my sopping wet cunt bringing me pleasure as
well.

	It was now up to me to set the tempo and rhythm of our continued love
making. I didn't want to go all out and just hammer the toy into her -
that might hurt her. So instead, I began to go at a medium pace, my
fingers pulling out part of the toy from Kirsten's ass as I leaned
back on the bed, only to lean back into the dildo a moment later.

	An awkward sight for sure, neither one of us would have cared, even
if there had been someone watching us. Right now, we were both lost in
our goals - Kirsten climbing her own mountain towards the avalanche of
cum that was set to fall at any minute, and me just determined to help
Kirsten reach that summit.

	I could feel Kirsten's warm thighs tremble against my shoulders as I
began to push and pull the toy harder and harder into her ass, my hand
a blur as I furiously rubbed and stroked her clit with two fingers.
Tracing my nails over the tip of her clit, Kirsten shuddered again as
I fucked her, the lubricated juices from her body making things go
much easier.

	Kirsten's chest began to rise and fall more rapidly now, her ass
induced orgasm pending at any second. Sensing this, I picked up the
speed, the black dildo like a piston working in and out of her anus as
I pushed and pulled it's inches in a smooth motion. Kirsten began to
moan in a low, animal voice as my fingers fondled her clit, using an
extra finger to fuck her pussy with my hand.

	Her legs twitching now, I could barely keep them up on my shoulders
as Kirsten let out an unintelligible "UNNNGGGHHH!!!" and came all over
my hand, her ass clamping down involuntarily on the pleasing intruder
inside of it. Kirsten's head began to thrash wildly on the bed, her
hips rising on their own off of the now sticky and wet sheets, her
clit an angry red as I caressed it, bringing out as much of her juice
as possible.

	A trickle of her cum slowly frothed up onto my hand, only to fall
down between her pussy and ass, her body racked with exhaustion as her
monstrous orgasm - which had arrived quickly and departed much slower
- finally came to an end. Kirsten's legs fell off my shoulders like
dead weight, making the bed bounce as they landed on either side of my
own body.

	I released the toy and let it protrude from Kirsten's ass as she
knocked my own hand out of the way and masterfully began to touch
herself in places I never would have thought of. Her fingers stroking
her hairless pink pussy lips, Kirsten's eyes fluttered open as she
stared at the ceiling, finally coming back to the world. Slowly she
reached down and pulled the sex toy from her ass, setting it between
us on the bed as she spread her legs wide, stretching her back.

	Crawling over to her, I lay my head on her arm. We lay like that for
a few minutes before the exhaustion of the trip and the night and my
fun with Kirsten finally took over and I fell asleep.

	I was awakened a few hours later, not by Kirsten next to me but
instead Kirsten neatly dressed and standing beside me on the bed.

	"Hey Eliza," she cooed at me, rubbing my chest with her small hand to
wake me up. "You need to get up and get dressed,"

	I smiled at her and stretched my arms out over my head. "What for?" I
asked.

	"We have that party tonight, remember? We have to find you something
to wear," Kirsten said.

	I sat up on the bed and yawned. I had forgotten about the party -
after the night I had been through, an appearance seemed to be a must.

	"Ok, ok, I'm coming," I said, stepping out of bed. Kirsten smiled at
me and helped me off the bed as we walked to my closet, looking for
the perfect thing to wear.




ALEX'S STORY:

	Katherine and I arrived back in LA around 11 or so. She wanted to go
to her apartment but I told her that it wouldn't be a good idea, not
with all that was going on. She didn't argue about it and instead we
drove to my place, careful to watch for anyone looking as we stepped
out of the car and hustled to the door to get out of public sight.

	Unlocking the door, we stepped inside to the cool apartment.
Katherine went straight for the bedroom.

	"I'm going to get some sleep, care to join me?" she asked, taking off
her heels and tossing them on the floor.

	"Sure," I said, taking off my own shoes. As I bent down to untie
them, I noticed something on the carpet that must have come in through
the mail slot.

	I heard Katherine as she walked into the bedroom and pulled back the
sheets, wasting no time in getting into bed. Bending down to pick up
the object, I studied it in the light drifting into the apartment. It
was a white envelope, like the kind you send birthday cards in.
Curiously though, it was completely white - no addressee and no return
address.

	Opening it carefully, I pulled out it's contents - a heavy piece of
paper with embossed words on one side. Turning it over, I read it to
myself:


	YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO SPEND TONIGHT, ALL HALLOWS EVE, WITH MR.
WILTON WILLIS
	THE THEME OF THE PARTY IS "MYSTERY & ILLUSION"
	ATTIRE SHOULD INCLUDE FORMAL WEAR AND MASKS, IN THE SPIRIT OF THE
FESTIVITIES

	PLEASE BE PROMPT AND ARRIVE NO LATER THAN 8:00 TONIGHT AT THE
ROCKPORT HOTEL, PENTHOUSE SUITE IN LOS ANGELES
	DATES AND GUESTS ARE WELCOME.

	SEE YOU THERE.


	Re-reading it again, it sent a slight chill down my spine to be
suddenly reminded of my allegiance to Willis. My first thought was to
just throw it away and ignore the invitation, but the more I looked at
it, the more I realized how exclusive this was. It wasn't just mailed
out, this was delivered by hand. My fingers trembled as I held it in
my hand - could I really attend this thing, since it seemed to be
mandatory? And since dates were allowed, should I bring Katherine?

	Walking into the bedroom, tapping the invitation on my hip, I opened
my mouth to speak but stopped as I saw Katherine sleeping on the bed,
wearing only her panties as she lay on her stomach. She looked so
peaceful, her chest rising and falling shallowly as I watched her
sleep. My questions and fears vanished for the moment as I watched
her, finally setting the card down on my dresser as I took off my
shirt.

	Careful not to wake her, I climbed into bed. I decided that it would
be a smart move, to throw Willis' people and the Rose Petals off about
my involvement, to attend the party. But whether Katherine came or
not, that was up to her.

	My eyelids growing heavy, I shut them and quickly found myself
ascending into the black reaches of sleep, like Alice going down the
rabbit hole. But I wasn't alone in my descent, I thought to myself as
consciousness left me. Like a butterfly floating on the breeze, the
invitation to Willis' party - certainly an important event - floated
down after me into the blackness.




PETTY'S STORY:

	Even though I was the star of the video shoot, I still felt like a
little child as I tried to make excuses to go and visit Britney at our
rendezvous. I told the director that I needed a break, that I would be
back in an hour or so. No, I didn't need someone to go with me. Yes I
understand that we are losing valuable day light. No I don't care if
you bitch about it to my agent.

	By the time I actually got away, around 4:10 or so and already late,
curiosity more than anything else was running through my mind. If
Britney was so desperate for compliments, why the hell was she asking
me to go 2 miles out of the way just to tell her that? Couldn't she
hire someone to do that? The back of my mind of course, started
thinking about OTHER reasons why she wanted to see me in a secluded
spot, but I didn't see the need in jumping to such conclusions yet.
Britney was probably just lonely and wanted someone to talk to, a
feeling that I could certainly relate to now that I found myself alone
in this Hollywood world.

	Walking down the beach, I cleared my mind of all the hassles of the
day and the video shoot itself. The warm California sun beat down on
my shoulders and heated my body, making the sand beneath my feet feel
not like pebbly and coarse material but like strolls on the beaches of
Florida or something. The beaches along the Pacific coast were
certainly different than the ones on the eastern part of the country,
but in their craggily appearance, I found great comfort in the
disorganized beauty of the rocks, the strewn about seaweed, the
crashing waves. Such violent motion and ugliness (especially the briny
seaweed...ick) and yet it was still remarkably calm, the only sound as
I walked onward coming from the howling wind behind me.

	The distance wasn't as great as I had thought. Even though the air
was cool and I was dressed - still in costume - in a pair of
see-through baggy style pants, like something a harem girl would wear
and a push up bra (the camera after all, does love cleavage), the
breeze coming off the ocean wasn't too unbearable. My walking
certainly helped things, and got my blood flowing.

	As I grew closer to where Britney had said to meet her (dead on
directions, which meant that she had been to this place many times
before), I could see what looked like her and someone else, sitting on
some rocks. When they were just a few yards out, I saw that it was
indeed Britney and a young looking guy, who wasn't too bad looking,
sitting there talking. Britney put her hand to her eyes and squinted
as she saw me, then stood up from the rocks, the surf crashing around
her feet.

	She walked out to greet me, wearing a bikini top, a baseball cap and
a beach skirt like thing, patterned with Hawaiian flowers covering her
thighs and bikini bottom. She smiled as I walked up to her.

	"Hey, glad you came. Was thinking you weren't going to show up," she
said. I could smell the mixture of her perfume and of her suntan
lotion wafting off of her bare, tan shoulders. Her male accompanist
lingered behind her.

	"I had to practically pull teeth to get away. Despite the fact that
I'm a star now I guess, they still treat me like a puppet," I replied.

	Britney laughed. "Yeah, I remember that. When and if you get big
enough, they stop doing that. But yeah, before then, it can be a real
bitch,"

	There was an awkward pause after this moment and I tried to keep the
conversation going by inquiring how she found the place where we were
at. It consisted mostly of half a dozen large rocks, jutting out from
the sand as a low and weak tide washed over their barnacle covered
bases. At some point, I'm sure these rocks were part of the coast line
but now, they jutted out instead like miniature monuments to a time
long lost.

	"Well, I vacationed here one year and me and Justin just walked
around. We found this place and, after checking it out a few times,
realized that it was abandoned and no one came this far down the
beach. I guess the owner doesn't give a shit," Britney said.

	"That's cool. But I mean...umm, was it really necessary to come this
far?" I asked, trying to probe her motives - be them ego boost or
something else - without coming across as being too direct.

	Laughing again, Britney played with the hem of her skirt absently.

	"God, you sound like JT, bitching about the walk,"

	"Who?"

	"Oh shit! Sorry," Britney said, turning to her male companion. "This
is JT. He's my assistant. He travels with me on tour, making sure
everything is ok. Since I started touring without my parents, I have
really needed someone like him around. I don't think I could get by
without him,"

	"Hi," JT said meekly, a little embarrassed at the compliment. He
stuck out his hand and I shook it. A fairly well built guy, it was
hard to make out his features too well in the setting sun behind him
on the ocean. He looked cute enough and I wondered if, now that things
had deteriorated with the OTHER JT in Britney's life, if she had ever
fooled around with him...

	I must have been day dreaming when I was thinking this though,
because I realized I was still holding JT's hand. He looked at me
quizzically and I hurriedly let go, it now being my turn to be
embarrassed.

	"Well, come on over and have a seat," Britney said finally, relief
washing over me at the awkward moment having had passed.

	I followed her and JT over to the rocks and sat down on a slightly
smaller one than the one Britney chose. The surface was slippery and
wet, but it was fairly warm from the sun beating down on it all day
and as I sat down and looked ahead, I could see why Britney liked this
place so much. The afternoon sun was casting bright rays over the
ocean surface, making the water ripple and sparkle like a tiny million
mirrors moving in unison. The site was incredible to watch, even if it
was atop a wet rock.

	"Listen, I hope you don't think I wanted you to come here to talk
about my music," Britney said after a few minutes, allowing me some
time to soak in the sight in front of me.

	"No, of course not," I lied. Absent mindedly, I reached into my
handbag and pulled out my smokes, something about the setting creating
an urge in me to get my fix. Lighting the cigarette, I took a long
drag and leaned back some on the rock, exhaling. I felt like I was in
one of those magazine ads you see, until Britney startled me. Reaching
over, she lifted the pack from where I had set it and took one out,
holding the long white addiction in her fingers before deftly using my
lighter to light the end.

	I stared at her, not only amazed that she had just taken one and lit
it up in front of me, but the fact that she was actually smoking in
general. My surprise registered in my voice.

	"You smoke? But I thought..."

	"The goody goody thing? Na, that's just an act. I mean, it wasn't a
few years ago but now...hell, I'm almost a full legal adult. I can't
be expected to behave like a child all my life can I?" Britney said,
sending a plume of smoke to it's death in the wind of the beach.

	"Trust me Petty, I had the same reaction as you," JT said to me. I
hadn't even noticed, but he sat on a rock directly next to Britney's,
like a loyal subject ready to wait on the queen. "And believe me, it
is hard to cover for her sometimes. But like Britney said, it's her
life to do what she wants with,"

	Britney smirked at me. "Now you see why I keep him around,"

	I laughed, stubbing my cigarette out and tossing it into the rocking
waves. Trying to get things back on subject though, I decided to
follow up on her earlier comment.

	"So why did you ask me to come down here? To confess about your
nicotine addiction and to steal one of my cigarettes?" I asked a
little playfully, getting more brave with my probing.

	"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I should ask next time. No, I wanted you
to come down here because of what you said earlier today. About me
being a no talent hack and all that,"

	I blushed. "Listen, Britney, I'm sorry about that. I didn't know you
and..."

	"No no, it's fine! I know completely! Since day 1, I resigned myself
to the idea of never being treated like a serious musician. I realize
that it hurts the ability of people like you and, like, that is bad
for the people out there on the streets trying to like, get through in
the business but, my career has been pretty much dictated by other
people so it's like, hard for me to really say much about other
people, you know?"

	"I understand," I said to her. "And like I said, I apologize for
that,"

	"It's cool. I admire you though, I really do. You are like, so
talented and you have been able to get here on your own talents,
rather than just being mass promoted. That's why hearing from people
like you is like very eye opening,"

	"Yeah, I get a little hot tempered sometimes,"

	"Don't we all," Britney said, stubbing out her cigarette and looking
back at me. We sat in silence for a moment, just listening to the
waves crash. Slowly however, I began to notice that Britney was
scooting closer towards me, sitting on the edge of her rock only a few
inches from me. Her arm brushed against mine and, though completely
involuntary, I pressed my own against her.

	Glancing up at her, and in spite of all of my intellectual opinions
and thoughts about the music industry and what people like Britney
represented, I felt my inhibitions giving in (as they had already done
before with Eliza Dushku, Mandy Moore and Avril Lavinge, not to
mention Beyonce Knowles) as a new part of my sexuality took over. In
that moment of looking at Britney, I didn't see her as an object of
scorn but it was like a light switch was flipped on in my head. I
suddenly felt great affection towards her - towards women in general -
and though the thoughts were confusing, they certainly FELT right to
me.

	Britney smiled at me and I felt myself start to melt, like it was
when I was a little girl on my first date back when I was 16 and my
boyfriend at the time kissed me. My heart thudded wildly in my chest
and I just couldn't take any more. I leaned into her and kissed
Britney on the lips.

	To my entire delight, she didn't resist or freak out or do anything
to send me a message that she wasn't interested. Instead, she simply
kissed me back - delicately, softly and with a passion that rivaled
the heat of the sun in the sky. I slipped my tongue into her small
mouth and found her own there waiting for me.

	Our breath mingled with one another and I felt myself overcome
suddenly with lust - this entire trip out here had been carefully
planned by Britney, a sort of trap to lure me here. I had fallen into
it, but now I understood, quite willingly. I doubted very much that
Britney was gay. But she certainly had some sort of interest in
someone like me, perhaps as just a way to pass the time. Was this what
Hollywood was like, just stars randomly screwing each other because
they can? Surely not but, as I felt Britney place her hand on my
breast, I realized that this was something to think about later rather
than right now.

	I felt Britney squeeze my breast through the push up bra I wore, her
fingers rubbing over the smooth skin that was exposed to the world. We
continued to kiss, her lips pressing against mine with the practice
and experience of someone who has spent a lot of time studying the art
of the perfect kiss. Britney moved her hand around my back and she
deftly undid the clasp of my bra. Not wanting to be the only one
exposed, I too reached my arm around her back and undid HER bra. Our
movements worked in unison now, reciprocating on one another the
actions the other had taken.

	The entire thing happened in a dizzying flash, so much so that I
can't even recall all the details of it here now. All I know is that
within a few minutes, what had been just a pleasant - if not flirting
- conversation had turned into both Britney and I lying nude against
the rocks, the surf washing over us as we groped and touched each
other's bodies. I suppose that, given all the attention that has been
paid to them, I should provide a good description of Britney's tits.
Truthfully, they were breasts like any other, and yet in the dying
light of the day, still a wonder to behold. And yes, they were real.
They were perfectly formed, without a hint of sag and no tan line,
which meant that somewhere, Britney was sunbathing topless. Her
nipples were darkened from this exposure to the sun but they rose and
fell on her C cup breasts like small mountains, the tips jutting
upward towards the sky as I lay on top of her, kissing her neck as
Britney rubbed her knee against my now wet and exposed pussy.

	A wave washed over us, kicking sand and pebbles against our skin as
the cool water chilled me but Britney's body kept me warm. Hands were
everywhere - hers, mine - as we explored one another's body. Finally,
Britney broke the kiss.

	"Wow! I'm like, so glad you didn't freak out when I asked you to come
here," she said to me, her hand pressing against my cheek.

	"Don't worry. I didn't even know that I was going to react like
that," I said. "But now...I'm glad that I did,"

	Britney kissed me again and as our lips pressed into one another, I
happened to glance over. I was startled to see JT sitting there on a
rock, stroking his cock as he watched us. Britney lifted her head up
and followed my gaze.

	"Hey JT, want some help with that?" Britney called to him slyly. His
eyes had been closed but now they snapped open as he looked at us. I
couldn't help but giggle to myself as JT walked over to us, his cock
waving obscenely in front of him. He stood in front of Britney and
within a moment, he was gasping in pleasure as she buried her entire
mouth on his prick.

	I watched Britney move her lips up and down his cock - clearly, she
knew every little detail of it - and found myself growing very hot at
the sight. With Britney distracted by the massive piece of meat in her
mouth, I now could focus on her body for my own sexual pleasure.
Climbing up to my knees, I took in the sight of Britney's naked body.
Her neck and cheeks moved in and out as she sucked and lathered up his
dick with her tongue, her cheeks billowing as she bobbed her head up
and down. Further down her body, her well toned frame looked like a
modern day Venus: her breasts, now that I could really look at them,
were really quite a sight. They were firm and beautiful in the light
of this secluded spot, a few patches of sand covering over one of her
nipples as the ocean water continued to rub against her ass and now
splayed legs. Her tummy was firm and muscular, leading down to her
blonde covered bush, a very narrow strip of hair covering over her
aroused pussy, the lips poking out hesitantly like a clam from it's
shell.

	I leaned my mouth down to Britney's stomach as she continued to suck
on JT's cock, his hand on her blonde hair, guiding her lips. Kissing
her skin, I tasted the salty water of the ocean and some of her suntan
lotion. But with my face so close to her, the scent of her pussy was
even more exciting than the delicious mixture to be found on her skin.
Even though I wanted to take things slowly, I simply couldn't hold
back as I drew nearer to her snatch. I planted one final kiss just
above the strip of wet and matted pubic hair and then dove into her
pussy, pressing my mouth on top of it.

	Britney let JT's cock slip from her mouth as she cried out in
pleasure. Repositioning herself against a rock now, she spread her
legs wide as she leaned her back against the rock. She was laying at
an angle, perfect for her to still stroke and caress JT's cock but
still positioned good enough for me to be able to lap at her pussy.

	And lap at it I did. I used my fingers to part her lips and then slid
my tongue into Britney's tight, wet channel. Already she was very
aroused and my tongue was greeted by the now addictive taste of woman
cum. I felt Britney's hand move onto the top of my head as she held me
in one spot, encouraging me to suck and eat out her pussy. I wedged my
tongue up deep inside of her, wiggling it all around in her vise tight
pussy. I encountered no resistance of a hymen or anything like that,
so I knew the whole virgin thing was simply a marketing ploy now, but
her pussy was still incredibly tight.

	Britney held onto my head and moved it in a small, circular motion,
obviously enjoying my actions. Though I was pretty much laying in the
sand now, the waves occasionally making me shudder with pleasure when
they would crash into my pussy, I was still able to maneuver myself
pretty well between Britney's legs. Holding onto her thigh, I moved my
hand up and slid a finger inside of her to go along with my tongue,
using the tip of it to try and find her clit and g-spot.

	It didn't take long. As I probed around inside of her, Britney
suddenly bucked her hips forward - bingo!

	I left my finger where it was and then traced around the small little
nub with the tip, Britney's inner walls contract involuntarily at my
touch. I continued to suck on her pussy lips, my tongue now coated
with her precum and excited juices. My own pussy, already wet from the
waves, was tingling as I felt Britney's body respond to my touch. I
felt for sure that I was going to get her off very soon, but in
actuality, it was JT who came first.

	With a thrust of his hips, he managed to grunt "I'm gonna shoot!"
before he groaned in pleasure, Britney's cheeks filling up with his
sticky cum as she held his dick in her mouth like a vacuum. JT held
onto her head tightly and fucked her mouth, his cock emerging on every
down stroke coated and shiny with the fluids of her saliva and his
cum. Britney managed to swallow some of his cum but as he came down
from orgasm, she still had quite a mouthful of it.

	She let his cock slip from her mouth as she looked down at me. I
thought she was going to simply spit it out, but instead she took hold
of my hair and gently but forcibly lifted me from between her legs. My
mouth coated with her juices, Britney opened her mouth slightly as she
leaned into kiss me. I opened my mouth in return, letting her sticky,
cum coated lips press against my own. Within a moment, I felt the warm
liquid mixture of Britney's spit and JT's cum slide into my mouth, the
viscious fluid salty and hot as it entered my mouth.

	Britney held her lips against mine, using her tongue to push more of
JT's wad into my mouth. At first I wasn't quite sure why she was doing
this but as I felt her tongue caress my teeth, making sure I got as
much of the mouthful as possible, I understood: Britney liked to cum
swap.

	As my own cheeks filled with the mouthful, I broke the kiss and,
careful not to let any leak out, I put my hand to Britney's face and
pushed her down lower. Slowly, my mouth over hers, I opened my lips
and let a long, white strand of cum fall onto Britney's cute pink
tongue, landing in the middle but slowly trickling back down into her
mouth. More of the cum continued to leak out as the combined fluids of
the three of us mixed inside the pop queen's mouth, Britney rubbing
her breasts in excitement as I deposited the "load" in her small
mouth.

	We took turns like that, dripping cum into the mouth's of one
another. As we did, the load grew bigger and we were both forced to
swallow a little bit. I didn't mind the taste, actually, and as we
continued to kiss back and forth, the hot cum making our lips sticky
and white, both Britney and I giggled with one another over our little
game. Finally, as the mixture finally began to grow thin - more spit,
less cum - I passed the final strand into Britney's mouth, to which
she made a scene of swallowing it all down, sticking her tongue out at
me with a grin to show that it was all gone.

	I kissed her again, licking a stray drop off of her tongue as I saw
JT - who had, by this time, grown incredibly hard again - move behind
Britney. Like a well trained pornstar who knew what any little tap to
the body meant, Britney responded instantly to JT's touch, climbing up
onto all fours as she presented her ass out to him. JT's cock was
already wet from Britney's mouth, so it slid easily into her pussy as
I watched her face shift into a look of total and 100% fulfilled lust.

	"Oh God!" Britney gasped under her breath. "JT, you fuck so good!"

	JT was now balls deep inside of Britney, as I sat there watching him
force himself into her. He had a look of total concentration on his
face, but it was clear that he was enjoying things to. Their bodies
began to rock back and forth slowly, Britney dropping her head down as
she was lost in the moment. For my own part, I was busy rubbing my
fingers over my cunt, enjoying the feeling of the backs of the digits
sliding between my pussy lips.

	As JT continued to fuck her, Britney lifted her head. She saw me
playing with myself and grinned.

	"Shit, you shouldn't have to do that!" she said. I scooted closer to
her and Britney slowly lowered her head in between my legs, her now
wet blonde hair clinging against my thigh as she kissed my pussy lips.
Her still cum coated mouth bonded on my snatch, her tongue moving
outward like a snake as she worked it inside of me. I squirmed
slightly on the sand - Britney was by far the best lover I had ever
had when it came to eating out my pussy. All the others simply didn't
compare, especially to the way her tongue managed to find each and
every crevice of my cunt.

	Britney was panting on my pussy now, excited I think from the taste
but also from the hammering that JT was giving her. He held onto her
ass tightly, the firm flesh in his palms as he slid his ample prick in
and out of her pussy. Britney was having a hard time keeping her face
between my legs, but I was certainly glad that she was!

	Her tongue probing and licking all around me, Britney used her hands
to wedge a finger from each inside of me as she balanced herself on
her elbows, her ass now high in the air as JT fucked her sweet, tight
pussy. Alternating moves, Britney would first slide her fingers inside
of me, pulling my pussy lips wide and stretching me as she glided her
finger across my clit, and then follow it up with a gentle lick,
snatching up the juices that were now freely flowing from inside of
me.

	I leaned my head back into the sand, the sight of watching her do
this to me now just too dizzying to bear. Closing my eyes, I felt the
warm sun on my body as it beat down on me, my nipples jutting upwards
towards it. I ran my hand over my stomach, rubbing my tummy as I felt
the sun's rays hit it. I slid my fingers upward, caressing my nipples
with my fingers as I flicked one absently with my thumb, happy to
enjoy the little tingle it brought me.

	Britney lifted her head from between my legs after a few minutes,
much to my disappointment, and then looked back at JT, who now had
sweat pouring down his face.

	"JT baby...why don't you...give Petty a ride on that talented
cock...of yours?" Britney said, panting between breaths. Ever the
diligent assistant, JT nodded and pulled out of Britney's tight pussy
with an audible *pop* and then towered over me. Britney placed her
hands on my pussy lips as JT dropped to his knees, smiling at me as he
aimed his cock towards my hole.

	Britney held his cock in her hand, giving it a thoughtful stroke
before guiding it towards me. I spread my legs wide and gladly
accepted it, holding my breath in excitement as I felt the head enter
into my channel. As JT pushed more into me, I could certainly see what
Britney meant. His cock was fat and long, stretching me obscenely as
he worked it into my pussy.

	I moaned in pleasure as Britney released his cock, the full length of
it now buried deep inside of me. JT held it there for a moment and
then began the slow process of extracting his dick out from me and
gearing up to fuck me hard.

	Britney leaned her head down to mine, her hand stroking JT's balls as
he slowly got a rhythm going inside of me, the tip of his prick
battering against my inner walls. Britney brushed aside a lock of my
hair and rested her mouth by my ear, whispering obscene comments to
me.

	"OOooo, doesn't his cock feel good?" she said wickedly. "Don't you
just love how it's sliding in and out of your tight little pussy? I
know I loved it,"

	JT began to grind faster and faster into me, each stroke setting off
small explosions in my mind from the pleasure that he was causing.
Even with my legs spread as wide as they could go, my twat was still
having to stretch to accommodate him, but it was something I didn't
mind at all - not as long as he kept fucking me like this any ways!

	"Yeah, I know you love it! Here, want me to rub your clit for ya? I
bet that would feel nice..." Britney said, and then did just that,
moving her hand from JT's balls to my pussy, where my now exposed clit
was just begging to be caressed and stroked.

	I cried out in pleasure as I felt the tip of her nail rub over it,
Britney's hot breath on my cheek as she continued to talk dirty to me.
JT's prick was like a machine now, the grease to keep it going coming
from my hot and twitching snatch.

	Britney placed her other hand on JT's cock as it worked itself in and
out of me, JT now leaning over me and licking my nipples as his hips
continued to thrust into my pussy. The entire experience was like a
sensory overload - the obvious pleasure of JT fucking me; the feel of
the sand and waves rubbing against my body; the sweet smell of sex on
Britney's breath; the sound of her seductive voice as she said lewd
things to me; the mere sight of watching JT's muscular body move in
and out of me...

	It was too much to take. I bucked my hips upward at JT and cried out
in orgasmic bliss as my orgasm started, Britney there to coach me
along.

	"Yes! That's it! Cum for me Petty! Cum for me! You like me rubbing
your clit? Is it making you cum, is it making you feel good? Yeah, I
bet it is!" Britney said in my ear as wave after wave (literally and
figuratively) of joy crashed through me, my thighs quivering as I came
all over JT's still going cock. Britney helped prolong the experience
by placing her mouth on my ear and nibbling on the earlobe with her
teeth as her hot breath fell on my cheek.

	I had just finished cresting from my orgasm and was enjoying the
pleasant relaxation it brought me when I started to feel JT's prick
twitch inside of me, his own orgasm imminent.

	Britney sensed this too and moved her hands from my clit and onto
JT's balls. I watched as she stroked and rubbed them, the orbs
tightening up as he was on the verge. Britney still had her mouth
close to my ear and whispered the final coaxing to bring the entire
experience to a head.

	"Oh Petty, his balls are so soft. But wait! I think he's gonna shoot!
Yeah, can you feel it? He's tightening up, his cock is really
hammering into your sweet pussy now isn't it? You want him to shoot
his load inside of you don't you? You want to feel his hot cum inside
your tight cunt don't you?"

	"Uh huh," I managed to gasp weakly, still enjoying my afterglow.

	"I know you do, because you're like me, you're a dirty little slut.
Well, you don't have to wait long cuz here it comes!"

	And with that amount of perfect timing, JT buried himself within me
one final time and erupted a geyser of cum inside of me. I too felt
myself orgasm again, the simple feeling of his hot, sticky load
coating my insides and Britney's comments just too much to bear. My
pussy clamped down tight on his cock as Britney stroked the end of it,
seemingly pushing more and more cum inside of me.

	I felt the tip of his dick jerk a few more times, firing off a couple
more loads before finally he stopped and just let out a simple gasp,
collapsing on top of me, Britney's hand still encircling his prick.
Both he and I panted and caught our breath as Britney slowly pulled
his cock from me and lazily placed her head between our legs, tasting
the mixture of cum that seeped from my pussy.

	After a few minutes, JT rolled off of me and the three of us just lay
there in the sun, letting it dry us off from the sweat we had built
up. I spread my legs wide and let the sea clean my pussy out, carrying
away JT's cum and my own that had leaked from between my legs. The
silence of the day, the wind finally having calmed down, was relaxing
for the three of us.

	I must have fallen asleep however, because when I opened my eyes
again, Britney and JT were gone and the sun had pretty much set for
the day, the horizon on fire with light as it crested over the mighty
Pacific. Sitting up with a start, I glanced around and saw no sign of
Britney and JT. I looked down and saw that I was naked, which
certainly would have corroborated my ideas of what had actually
happened, but with no Britney around, I was still slightly puzzled.

	Standing up, I waded a little ways out into the water and dove in,
washing the sand off of me. Walking back to the beach, I found my
clothes right where I left them. Surely I hadn't dreamed that whole
thing - if that was the case, I wouldn't be naked. But as I got
dressed, I started to understand the way this whole music industry
worked: you were only valuable to people for as long as they could use
you. Certainly I had heard the rumors about that being the case for
years now, but my adventures with Britney today seemed to prove it.

	Strangely though, as I walked back towards where the shoot was
(probably long over, given that I hadn't come back like I had told
them), the thought of being used like that didn't bother me. I got
pleasure out of being the object of Britney (and JT's) affections, so
what was the big deal? No, it didn't bother me. In fact...I think I
like it.



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