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Jessica James (MF, drama)
by Gray Timothy (graytmthy@aol.com)

**

	Reporter Jessica James nearly fell out of her chair as the latest issue of
Playboy crash landed on her desk. 
	"Jack, besides the obvious, what the hell is this?"
	Her partner Jack Rosen was grinning like a wild man as he perched on the
corner of her desk, two of the three habits he knew she hated.
	"Take a look at the centerfold, Jesse." Jack instructed, deliberately taunting
her with her hated nickname and flipping the magazine open.
	"Jack, its a naked woman. Why would this be of any possible interest to me?"
	Jack's smile never wavered. "Her name is Cassidy Wayne. Twenty three years
old, five feet, five inches, black hair, green eyes, 36-24-34, Recently
graduated with honors from UCLA with a dual major in Sociology and Music. She
became playmate of the month literally overnight when she posed for this very
shoot only two weeks before Playboy began production on this issue." 
	Jessica leaned back in her chair and stared at her partner as if he were some
kind of exotic insect. "So, she's intelligent and beautiful. The kind of girl
Playboy wants to find every month. So what?"
	Jack leaned forward and dropped a rolled up 8x10 photo into Jessica's lap.
"So, " Jack's grin widened, "this picture of her was taken just three days
ago."
	The picture had that slightly grainy look that Jessica had learned to
associate with a hasty shot from a telephoto lens. Jessica had to admit though,
whoever the photographer was he had a good eye for composition. Tree branches
framed a 3\4 shot of a slim woman with a flowing dress and dark hair. The
resemblance in her face was unmistakable but something about her body looked
wrong.
	"Jack, what the hell are you trying to pull? This can't be her. The woman in
this picture is..."
	"Pregnant?" Jack hopped off the desk and strolled over to Jessica's side.
"Judging by how much she's showing you'd guess about maybe 5 months?"
	"At least. Which means that this can't be the same girl."
	"Oh but it is Jesse. I've talked to some contacts over on the west coast and,
impossible as it seems, this poor,  very pregnant, playmate is Miss Cassidy
Wayne." Jack's grin had never faded but now it threatened to split his head
open as he saw the look in Jessica's eyes sharpen.
	"Oh, and Jesse?"
	"Yes?"
	"She's not the only one. So is every woman that has been a centerfold for
Playboy in the last sixteen months."
	Jack knew one inescapable fact about his partner. 
	Jessica "Jesse" James could never pass up a story this... bizarre
	
	Of all the unusual things that Jessica James had run across in her writing
career this was, quite possibly, the strangest. That was quite a claim for a
woman who was a regular visitor to Loch Ness and who had seen a Yeti with her
own eyes. That was why she worked for the tabloids. It was only in places like
the Enquirer or the Star that she could get published. For some reason the
"serious" papers wouldn't print her work. Jessica knew that this story would be
worth it's weight in gold if she could get to the bottom of things.
	Two days later Jessica was cruising the streets around Portland, Oregon;
Cassidy Wayne's hometown, looking for the centerfold's last known address.
	"Ok Jack, I know you've been talking to your informants ever since we landed.
What's the news?"
	In their usual manner, Rosen's eyes closed before he started talking. In spite
of his, numerous, annoying habits, Jessica found three overwhelming talents
that made Jack Rosen tolerable. The first was his almost unlimited, worldwide,
network of contacts and informants. This, coupled with a true eidetic memory,
made him the equivalent of an organic computer database of the occult and
unusual. Most importantly though, absolutely nothing could scare him. She'd
seen Jack standing face to face with gang members and serial killers, smiling
the entire time.
	"The details of the case of Cassidy Wayne, and each other centerfold, are very
similar. In every case the women are, physically, anywhere from four to six
months pregnant. None of the centerfolds report anything out of the ordinary
until they awoke one morning with what could best be described as severe
nausea. Over the next two days they all experienced visibly accelerated
gestation. The reports are all within a time span of the last four weeks."
	Jack's eyes opened as he broke out of his trance. 
	"In other words Jesse, these were perfectly normal playboy centerfolds until
they fell asleep one night and woke up the next morning knocked up with no
obvious father for the child and, girls who were virgins the night before,
weren't in the morning."
	"Contraceptives?"
	"Useless. Ten of the girls were on the pill at the time."
	
	A few miles passed before Jessica spoke.
	"Jack, help me out here. It's only the Centerfolds, right?"
	"Right. Nobody else."
	"And only the ones of the last sixteen months?"
	"Right. Actually, Miss May from three years ago is also pregnant but we're
fairly sure there's a rock star responsible for that one."
	"So what is the common link? Other than being a centerfold that is."
	Jack didn't have an answer.

	The apartment complex where Cassidy Wayne lived was awash in the kind of
spectacle that was usually reserved for Elvis sightings and gatherings at
Roswell. People were everywhere, some proclaiming the coming of the next
savior, others crying out against the "demon's whore", a few (media types,
Jessica thought) trying to make some kind of deal. She had seen it all before
and knew only one inescapable truth which had become her mantra "Everything is
stranger than it seems".
	Jack's contacts had secured them a meeting with the young Centerfold and if
anything she looked worse than expected. As if the dark rings under her eyes
weren't enough, Jessica could see signs of stress and sleep deprivation." If it
weren't for that haunted look in her eyes, "Jessica thought" She'd still be
quite beautiful."
	"Miss Wayne, Cassidy?" she started, snapping the girl back to reality. Jessica
wasn't sure where the girls was but, it sure wasn't here.
	"Tell us what happened. Anything you can remember."
	Slowly, almost reluctantly, Cassidy started her story.

	"It was the night they told me I had been selected for the Centerfold. I was
so excited I had to call everyone I know and tell them about it.
	About three in the morning I went to bed, ALONE, figuring I would be too wired
to sleep but knowing I had to try anyway." 
	She stopped and hugged her arms around her chest, emphasizing her pregnant
belly. Her voice faltered as she tried to continue.
	"I don't know how long I was asleep before the dream began. I saw myself on
the same beach where I did my photo shoot wearing the same red swimsuit. I
couldn't see anyone else so I started walking. After a while, you know how it
is in dreams,  I found this little cave just above the high tide line.
Normally, I can't stand enclosed places but there was something ...seductive...
about this one. It was dark inside but I could see rock formations like I
remembered from Carlsbad and everywhere I looked was something even more
amazing.
	I never noticed when HE came up behind me until he wrapped his arms around my
waist and pulled me back against him. It felt so good when he started kissing
my neck and shoulders, I just didn't care when he slipped his hands inside my
suit and starting rubbing my tits."
	With those words Jack was lost. Jessica saw that at least one of his fantasies
was coming true as a real life Playboy centerfold was describing every Red
Blooded American Boy's wet dream. She sighed and slowly shook her head.
Sometimes he was hopeless.
	"His hands felt so warm, so strong and I figured, what the hell, it's only a
dream. Besides, I was getting really turned on. I tried to turn around but he
wouldn't let me. He just kept kissing me." Cassidy stopped for a moment.
	"I've had sex before. But I've never felt anything like this. When he pulled
my suit off, I had an orgasm. When he kissed my thighs, I came again. By the
time he started fucking me, I was ready to scream. And when he came..." Cassidy
stopped again, face flushed. 
	"When I woke up I just figured I had the greatest dream ever." she looked down
at her stomach. "I never would have expected this."
	Jessica was the first to recover. She figured that her partner would be lost
in a fantasy world for a while.
	"Cassidy, did you ever see his face, or did he ever speak?"
	"No. Not once."

	The interview over Jessica and Jack started the drive back to their hotel.
Jessica was silent in that way that Jack knew she was thinking. She had one of
the most intuitive minds Jack had ever seen. He knew she was trying to put the
pieces together. It was a few miles before she spoke.
	"I think, " she started slowly " that we need to talk to one or two more of
the girls. I just don't have enough information to put a picture together."
	"What are you thinking?"
	"Poltergeist. Demonic Possession. Supernatural. Could be any or all of those.
I just don't know. Too many pieces are missing."
	"I'll get on the phone when we get back to the hotel. Make a few calls." Jack
smiled one of his most annoying smiles "Jesse James rides again, eh?"
	She would have beat him senseless except that she was driving.
	 
	Gray

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