Harem

Ok, this is chapter 4...If you've skipped ahead...shame on you...hang your head in shame and go back to the beginning. It's not nice to skip ahead.

Now when we last left off, everyone had fucked everyone else bringing a close to the day...is that the end? Of course not, not when there's a brand new day next for some more sexy fun.

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Ahhh now that that's out of the way...here's ch 4...

"So have you made a decision yet?" Sarah asked in between bites of Cheerios as the girls maneuvered around the kitchen the next morning.

"I'm still not sure," Love admitted. "I mean it's so damn tempting and I know I want to do it...It's just that I'm not totally convinced yet."

"What's holding you back Love?" Jennifer inquired before shooting Love a sexy look. "I mean you sure seemed to have fun last night."

"Well yeah, but that was just taking my clothes off for you guys," Love said. "Like you said, you've seen me naked a million times. It's a big difference between taking it off for you guys and taking it off for the whole world."

The unmistakable sound of a toaster finishing its assigned task then distracted Love from her train of thought.

"Oooh toast!" Love excitedly squealed as she gathered up her breakfast.

"So what are you going to do Love?" Jewel asked. "Don't they have to know soon?"

"I'm not sure what their schedule is," Love replied. "I'm going down there today to talk to them and find out what's going on. We'll see what kind of selling job they can do on me. Hey maybe I should see if I can get them to increase the money offer."

"So what do you think of all this Rose," Sarah asked. "You've been awfully quiet this morning."

"Maybe that's because I am not talking to you...you...and you," Rose replied, pointing to Sarah, Love and Jennifer in between bites of her Power Bar. "Jewel is my only loyal friend here."

"Ohhhhh don't pout," Love said, feeling flickers of guilt over what had happened last night. Rose had been grumbling ever since she had found out about the photography session that had gone on without her. "You can't expect us to wait for you all the time."

"I think the rules of the house are clear," Rose said. "No one's allowed to have really hot sex without me being present."

"Hmmm I don't recall having a vote taken on that matter," Sarah replied. "I think we're going to have to challenge that rule."

"Oh no...there's no voting," Rose stated. "No votes are allowed in a Roseocracy. You just do what I say, when I say it. I find things run much more smoothly that way."

"Oh I'll just bet you do," Sarah smiled ruefully. "Well maybe this will teach you not to go out all night to destinations unknown without clueing us into when you'll be back. In a Sarahocracy if you're here when it happens you join in, if you're not then you're out of luck."

"You know, it sounds like someone was jealous she didn't get to tag along," Rose observed, bluffing all the way. She knew Sarah wouldn't have wanted to go where she was last night.

"Me? Jealous?" Sarah huffed. "You're the jealous one Rose!"

"Ooooh let's settle this before the claws come out," Jennifer declared. "Let's just promise to make it up to Rose sometime, ok?"

"Sounds fair to me," Rose said.

"In the spirit of compromise I can agree to that too," Sarah agreed.

"Good, now you two kiss and make up," Jennifer said. Of course the girls were only too happy to do just that, getting a quick taste of what the other was having for breakfast.

"Hey what about me?" Jewel asked. "I missed the fun too."

"Yeah, but you don't get any special consideration because you got a piece of Christina last night," Sarah pointed out. Jewel certainly had not been shy about sharing that particular story with her housemates and they had all enjoyed hearing about it.

"Yeah next time Christina comes over, everyone gets to fuck her but Jewel," Love laughed, offering up a compromise.

"No way!" Jewel protested. "Foul! Foul!"

All of sudden the conversation was interrupted by a frantic knocking on the door. It was loud enough that they could hear it all the way in the kitchen. All the girls looked at each other quizzically. Who could it be? And how had they gotten to the door?

"Is Michelle here yet?" Jennifer asked.

"Nope, she's not going to be getting her till ten," Love answered.

"Well I suppose one of us is going to have to get that," Rose stated.

"Tell ya what, you get the door Jewel and we'll call it even, ok?" Sarah suggested.

"I think I can handle that," Jewel said, getting up and heading to the door. She cautiously peeked to see if there was anyone with an uzi or a camera out there and, deciding the threat of oncoming danger was low, she opened the door and found a frantic Waldo, Franklin and Delbert on the doorstep holding a newspaper.

"My knuckle hurts," Franklin said. "I sure hope I didn't break it."

"Never mind that," Waldo pointed out. "Look the door's open."

"Can I help you?" Jewel asked, not having the foggiest idea who it was she was looking at. "What do you guys want?"

"What did you do with Jennifer?" Delbert demanded, pointing an accusatory finger right at Jewel.

"Excuse me?" Jewel asked, taking aback totally. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The body!" Delbert continued. "We demand to see the body of our fallen compatriot!"

"I'm so not following you!" Jewel insisted, about to close the door and make a call to the police.

"Look we just want to know where the funeral is," Waldo explained patiently. "Is there going to be a viewing? Is it going to be open casket or closed casket?"

"Just tell us so we know where we should send the flowers," Franklin added.

"What the hell is going on here?" Sarah demanded as she walked up to the door. "How did you guys get onto the property?"

"We came up from behind through the beach and then Delbert climbed over the back gate and let us in," Waldo explained.

"I'm flexible!" Delbert declared before shifting back into accusatory mode. "Now where is Jennifer? We must see her body! Perhaps it is not too late! We might be able to rebuild her! We have the technology!"

"Umm let's not say too much about that yet, Del," Franklin whispered to him. "That patent's still pending."

"I'm calling the police!" Sarah declared.

"Well so am I," Delbert shot right back. "How do we know you weren't involved? I'm going to have them arrest you for murdering Jennifer Aniston!"

That statement certainly gave Sarah pause.

"Excuse me?" Sarah said. "Ok, time for psycho boys to go bye bye."

"Wait!!! Wait!!! I know them!!!" Jennifer said running toward Sarah after hearing her name and getting a look at what was going on.

"JEN!!!" Delbert exclaimed, hugging her. "YOU'RE ALIVE!!! WE DON'T HAVE TO REANIMATE YOU!!!"

"Reanimate me?" Jennifer asked, naturally puzzled.

"Don't ask," Waldo told her. "It's that we just thought you were ummmm...."

"Dead," Franklin helpfully said.

"Why on Earth would you think that?" Jennifer asked while unsuccessfully attempting to pry Delbert off her.

"Because of this," Franklin explained as he unfolded the copy of The Star he held in his hand and showed everyone the headline.

"Oh God!" Jennifer gasped as she saw the full page, bold headline "JENNIFER ANISTON DIES IN BABY TRAGEDY."

"Wow, well if it's in the tabloids it must be true," Rose surmised upon arriving at the scene. "Hey does that make us necrophiliacs?"

"Shut up this is serious," Jennifer replied. "People are really going to think I'm dead!"

"Oh no they're not," Rose sighed. "The people who believe those headlines probably believe Rachel Greene is a real person. I wouldn't worry about a few dumb people thinking you're dead."

"Hey!" Waldo interjected. "We really thought she was dead!"

"I stand by my statement," Rose responded, before guessing who she was talking to. "Hey, you're the pot guys, aren't you?"

"Depends, you interested?" Waldo asked.

"Depends, what you got?" Rose replied.

"No! No! No!" Sarah said, breaking it up. "There will be no pot dealing in my foyer! In fact no pot dealing in the house at all! There, that's an official rule Rose."

"What the hell is going on here?" Jewel asked, still bewildered. "Who's selling pot?"

"Jewel, meet Waldo, Franklin and Delbert," Jennifer said. "They're our next door neighbors and resident pot farmers. Guys, meet everyone else."

It then suddenly occurred to the trio from next door that they were the only non-celebrities in the entire room. They had been so panicked over Jennifer's supposed death that they hadn't even realized who it was they had been talking to.

"Oh my God! The girl from 'Ready to Rumble!'" they gasped as they saw Rose, bringing about an eyeroll from the actress.

"The girl from 'Ride With The Devil!'" they then gasped when they saw Jewel, bringing a similar reaction from the singer.

When they turned their attention to the last girl in the room, their jaws dropped and they fell to the floor in worship.

"Buffy The Vampire Slayer!" Waldo, Franklin and Delbert gasped as they literally worshiped the ground Sarah walked on.

"This is getting kind of creepy," Sarah said.

"Oh we passed the station for creepy awhile ago," Rose replied. "And I think the train is headed straight to looneyville."

"I think it's kind of cute," Jennifer replied, relieved that the guys actually recognized one of them from something they were famous for. "It means they like you."

"Hey guys," Love said as she became the last to arrive at the scene.

"Hi Love," they all said in unison before returning to their worshipping.

"Wait a minute, you know these guys too?" Sarah demanded. "How?"

"We went to the movies yesterday," Love explained. "We saw 'Lord of the Rings.'"

"Oooh, how is that?" Jewel asked. "I've been dying to see it."

"Oh it's absolutely wonderful," Love sighed. "Jen cried."

"You did?" Jewel inquired.

"A little bit," Jennifer admitted.

"Where were you just now anyway?" Rose asked Love. "They could have been attacking Jewel."

"I had to finish my toast," Love replied simply and everyone thought it was best to just live things at that for now.

A few hours later and with her daily amount of toast ingested, Love sat nervously inside the Los Angeles office of Playboy Enterprises International, Inc. She was there and so were two major players at the magazine, but one was still missing.

"I just can't believe he's coming just to meet me," Love smiled. "God, I'm a little flustered."

"Don't be," said Jonathan Black, Playboy's managing editor. "Just relax. He already likes you, so you don't have to be nervous or anything."

"Are you sure we can't get you anything while you wait, Jennifer?" asked Gary Cole, the magazine's photography director.

"Oh no I'm fine," Love replied. "Oh, and please call me Love."

"Sure no problem, Love," Gary smiled. "So I don't want to jump ahead of things. But we're just so happy you're thinking of doing this."

"Well I haven't decided yet," Love replied. "I mean I was kind of surprised you asked."

"Why be surprised, you're exactly the type of girl we look at, Love," Jonathan stated. "I think this can be a fantastic coup for us at Playboy and for you as well."

Any further progress of the meeting was paused a moment later when the doors to the office opened. The man who walked through was unassuming and laid back, but might as well have been wearing a big badge that read G.I.C., for Guy In Charge. He was truly the symbol of his creation and that would never change.

"Good morning, how is everyone today?" Hugh M. Hefner said upon entry. Love wasn't quite sure how to act in front of him. For some reason she felt like she should stand up and salute, but she fought off that impulse. Love had never seen him in the flesh and wasn't sure how he'd dress. Part of her expected him to come to the office in his trademark robe, but he had chosen casual business wear instead.

"We're fine Hef," Jonathan replied. "We were just settling in here."

"Good, good," Hef replied. "I must say it is a pleasure to meet you Jennifer. May I call you Jennifer?"

"Um...geez...you can call me anything," Love replied, still flustered to be in the presence of a genuine American icon. "But you can call me Love if you like."

"Fine Love, you can call me Hef," he smiled at her before kissing her hand. Love was surprised to say the least, but the Hefner charm was definitely working on her. It wasn't good from a negotiating standpoint to be putty in a guy's hand, but Love couldn't help but feel a 'can you believe this' type of smile when she was near him.

"When Love met Hef," Gary laughed as everyone settled in.

"So what have we covered so far?" Hef asked.

"Not much, we were just explaining to Love what an asset the magazine saw her as," Jonathan explained.

"It's more than that," Hef said, taking control of the situation. "Love, this is a great opportunity for both of us as I see it. From a strictly business standpoint, it would certainly help us out with sales if you pose for us. Plus it would show that Playboy continues to have its eyes on the most beautiful women of each generation. We have always prided ourselves on publishing pictures of women who keep up the Playboy tradition of fun loving, sexy girls who have a certain innocence to them. Love, we believe you would help us keep the tradition that began back with Marilyn Monroe."

Wow, he's laying it on thick for me, Love marveled. She also marveled at the fact that it was working. It never, ever hurt to be compared to Marilyn Monroe, no matter how much of a reach it was. They were trying to make her feel special and honored and, despite lingering feelings of reluctance, it was working.

"This is also an opportunity for you," Hef continued. "I understand how hard it is for an actress to break out of what the public thinks of her. We've had our eye on you for a little while now Love and that intensified after 'Heartbreakers' came out. We saw how you were trying to establish yourself as grown up and sexy. We can help you do that, Love. We can help you break out of the shell of the public's perception of who you are and what you can do."

"Of course you would have a great deal of input into the photo layout itself, if I may interrupt here for a minute," Gary said. Hef nodded his approval and Gary went on. "This is similar to recent deals we negotiated with Cindy Crawford and Pamela Anderson. You would have your choice of photographer and you wouldn't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Now we would be insisting on shots that are fully nude, would that be a problem?"

"Oh no...not at all," Love blushed. Shit, did she agree to that too easily? Did they think she was some kind of nudist or something? She had to calm down.

"We understand this is a big step for someone, especially someone who hasn't done nudity before," Hef said. "Your photos would be published for the world to see and I think the women who have posed for us in the past would agree that as they get older they treasure their pictures as memories. They provide you with a look at a time that you will want to remember for the rest of their life."

Love knew that Hef was right about that. Some day when she was old and didn't look like she did now, she knew that she'd want to remember a time when she was young and sexy and was having as much fun as she was now. If she did pose for these pictures then she would have memories of this frozen in time. She would be able to look back at them and remember everything that lead up to this moment and, especially everything happened at the mansion.

"So Love what are you thinking about all this?" Jonathan asked. "We're ready to move on this, but it all depends on what you want to do."

"Gosh. I mean I'm honored you asked me...really I am," Love said honestly. "And this is a lot of money and wow, it could be a great opportunity for me. I just don't know. I mean once I make this decision, I don't want to look back and wish I hadn't. I don't want there to be any regrets in my life. And part of me is worried I'd regret posing and part of me is worried that I'd regret not posing."

"That's entirely understandable," Hef said. "It's a big decision to make. Our offer to you is on the table and we would do just about anything to convince you it's the right decision for both of us if you choose to pose."

Gary then leaned into Hef's ear and whispered something. Love tried to make out what he was saying, but all she could hear was the name "Pamela."

"You know Gary here just had an excellent idea," Hef said. "He said he'd been talking to Pamela Anderson the other day and he mentioned the offer we were going to make to you. She sounded excited about the idea and Gary suggested that you might give her a call. You know, get some word of mouth testimonial from someone who's taken the plunge with us so to speak several times."

Gary then scribbled a number down on a piece of paper and passed it down the table to Love.

"That's her number on the "V.I.P." set," Gary informed her. "If you're interested, give her a call. She might be able to help you reach your decision."

Love reached for the number and took it. She liked the idea. She really did. Pamela had been through this crossroads many times so she might be able to help her find which path to take. Plus she knew a thing or two about how to deal with public perception. Talking to her could be a real plus.

"When are you guys going to need a decision?" Love asked. She didn't want to keep them waiting too long. They'd been very nice to her so Love felt she owed them the courtesy of a quick "yes" or "no."

"Well to be perfectly honest, Love," Jonathan said. "We'd like an answer as soon as possible. We were hoping you'd say 'yes,' so we may have gotten a little ahead of ourselves and reserved space in the August issue for you. We do this stuff so much ahead of time that we're going to have to move fast if we want to get all the contracts negotiated and everything set up."

"Wow," Love said. "Well I guess I have a decision to make, don't I?"

This pretty much ended the meeting right there, so everyone stood up and said their goodbyes. Before she left, Hef had one last thing he wanted to say to Love.

"Love, I just wanted to tell you something," he said to her. "Even if you decide not to pose with us, I know you'll have made the best decision for you and that's the most important thing."

Meanwhile at the "V.I.P." set, Pamela Anderson was in her trailer huddled in a script conference with her co-star Natalie Raitano. Natalie played tough, but sexy explosives expert Nikki on the show and Pamela had developed a close, off-screen bond with her and with their other co-star Molly Culver. Though they were supposed to be talking about the show they were in the middle of taping, the conversation was focused on anything but.

"So what, did you have to tell the guy why you needed a new stripper's pole in your bedroom?" Natalie asked.

"We didn't get into specifics," Pamela replied. "But the damn thing was still under warranty, so he had to replace it. Besides I don't think it was installed correctly. I mean, really should a stripper's pole break in two like that?"

"I think if anyone could find a way to break a stripper's pole, it would be you Pammy," Natalie smiled. "You tend to wear things out from overuse." Pamela had recently confided in an interview that she had installed a stripper's pole in her bedroom and it had caused a little stir. When she saw that Natalie only shook her head. If they only knew the whole story.

"Hey I like my toys," Pamela smiled right back. "Besides I don't like the term 'overuse.' I prefer 'loved to death.'"

"Sometimes I wonder if that's gonna be the headline for Robert's obituary," Natalie joked. "They'll list the cause of death to be 'loved to death.'"

"I'm sure that's exactly how he'd want to go out," Pamela confidently asserted. "I know that I wouldn't mind dying while fucking."

The two friends shared a laugh. The "Robert" they were speaking of had been Pamela's boyfriend for about a year now and they were somewhere high on the list of Hollywood fun couples near Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton and Tom Sizemore and Heidi Fleiss. Of course most people knew Pamela's boyfriend, Robert James Richie Sr., by his stage name...that of Kid Rock. He advocated a hard partying, live for the moment philosophy of life and that certainly meshed well with Pamela.

Natalie knew this much about her friend. The only thing she put ahead of having a good time were her two sons, Brandon and Dylan. After that there wasn't much that Pamela let stand in the way of having fun. That had landed her in trouble in the past and one more than one cover of videotapes that could be ordered off the internet from sites that needed an age verification before allowing entry. But she had risen above it all and was now producing a hit show in syndication. Natalie admired Pamela for that, along with the other things she admired about her friend that no one else knew about.

Before they could press on with their conversation, Pamela's cell phone rang. She picked it up and immediately launched into a conversation with whoever was on the other end. Natalie didn't ask who it was. With Pamela most information was given out on a need to know basis. And chances are if you didn't know, it was better not to ask. So Natalie just sat there and heard the snippets coming from Pamela's end.

"Gary? Hi..." Pamela began. "She did? You did? That's good. Uh huh. Sure she can. Anytime. No, it's no problem at all. I look forward to it. No really, it's my pleasure. Ok, you're welcome. Really, it's totally cool. Ok, bye babe."

Pamela then ended the call and looked at Natalie with an expression that showed the wheels were truly turning in her head.

"What are you planning?" Natalie asked ignoring her own better instincts not to ask. The look on Pamela's showed that something was up and she had to know what it was.

"Who me?" Pamela replied, barely able to smother her grin.

"Yeah, you," Natalie said. "I've seen that look and it usually means something just went your way. So spill it girlfriend. What's going on?"

"Well that was a friend of mine who's photo director for Playboy," Pamela began before Natalie interrupted.

"Oh God, you're not posing again, are you?" Natalie groaned. "Haven't you been in the magazine like a dozen times?"

"You're just jealous cause they haven't forked over the cash to get your scrawny titties in yet," Pamela teased.

"Scrawny?" Natalie repeated. "Excuse me, I didn't hear you complaining last night, now did I?"

"Got me there," Pamela admitted. "Besides, you know I only kid cause I love. So anyway, he was calling me all up because Jennifer Love Hewitt wants to pose in the magazine."

"Her?" Natalie challenged. "Get the fuck out of here? Does she think it's a milk ad or something?"

"Will you stop interrupting me," Pamela chided as she playfully whacked Natalie across the knee with a pillow from her couch.

"Ok...ok...go on with the story," Natalie replied.

"Thank you," Pamela said. "Anyways...she wants to pose, but she's not quite sure. I think she's got some jitters or something. So he gave her my number to call me for, get this, advice. I guess he's hoping that I'll convince her to take it all off for them."

"But I'm guessing you have something more in mind than advice, don't you?" Natalie speculated.

"Don't I always?" Pamela grinned. "So I was thinking that when she calls I'd invite her over to the house and see if I can coax her out of more than her clothes. I want to see if I can get her to check her inhibitions at the door too. James is on tour. The kids are with Tommy. It's the perfect opportunity."

"My God Pammy, what makes you think she's into girls, much less you?" Natalie challenged. She loved seeing Pamela like this, with that hungry look in her eye. She knew Pamela loved a challenge and she very rarely failed to meet one. "Is there anyone you think you can't seduce?"

"Hey I seduced you, didn't I?" Pamela pointed out.

"Well that's different," Natalie smirked. "I'm a slut." She and Pamela had become lovers shortly after the show had begun and it wasn't too long before Molly had joined them in their lustful co-star pairings.

"Well maybe she is too," Pamela suggested. "You never know until you try. And hey if my best seduction doesn't work on sweet little Jennifer Love, I can always give you and Molly a call, can't I?"

"Ahhh yes, give your backup plan a call," Natalie shook her head. "Do you ever not get what you want?"

"Nope, see that's the perk of being the executive producer around here," Pamela said before she and Natalie shared a laugh and a tender kiss. She had some more scenes to shoot today, but Pamela's thoughts were already turning to seduction.

Meanwhile at another set, things were not looking quite as rosy. A house was under attack by bloodthirsty demons and the two of the house's residents were gathered around an ancient tome looking for a solution that could save them their lives.

"Here's something that might work," Phoebe Halliwell said as she pointed at a section of the Book of Shadows.

"No Phoebe, it's not going to work!" Piper Halliwell cried to her sister. "None of them are going to work! We need the Power of Three to make these spells go!"

"Damn, of all nights for Paige to have a date," Phoebe cursed. "What are we going to do Piper?"

"Now might be a good time for us to develop orbing powers too," Piper replied as she tried her best to hold off the demons by freezing and blowing them up. "Oooh! Now THAT'S an idea! LEO!!!"

However, Piper's cries for her husband's aid were cut short. Fortunately it wasn't by the demons, but rather a screaming director.

"CUT!!!!" the director, who had asked that everyone refer to him as "Q," screamed. "THAT'S WRONG!!! ALL WRONG!!!"

"Excuse me?" Alyssa Milano challenged as the scene ended and everyone dropped out of character. "But from where I was standing that was right...all right. How many ways do you expect Holly and I to act scared? We've been doing this for a few years now if you haven't been paying attention."

"Yeah, exactly what more do you want us to do?" Holly Marie Combs asked in an exasperated tone. "That was our 20th take!"

"It's not you!" Q, said as he gesticulated wildly. "IT'S THEM!!! THEY'RE THE ONE'S RUINING THE SCENE!!!"

Q had directed his wrath at the guys dressed in demon makeup. The man playing the lead demon then responded from deep beneath his costume.

"Pardon me?" He asked in a refined British, accent. "I studied at the Royal Shakespearean Academy, sir. I believe I know how to growl!"

"I'm just not feeling it from you guys!" Q pressed. "I demand realism from my actors and I am just not feeling your craving for human flesh! I want you guys to take a few minutes, eat some human flesh and then use the taste you've acquired in your performance!"

"Oh that is quite disgusting," the lead demon replied. "The union shall hear of this abomination sir!"

The actor then led his fellow demons off the set causing quite a conniption in Q.

"THAT'S IT!!!" He screamed as he began jumping up and down like a madman. "I CAN'T WORK UNDER THESE CONDITIONS!!! THAT'S A WRAP!!!"

Q then stormed off, leaving two perplexed actresses in his wake.

"That's a wrap?" Alyssa repeated. "What's he talking about? Like a wrap for the whole day?"

"I think that's what he meant," Holly answered. "At the very least it doesn't he has any intention of coming back to the set."

"How many days are we behind schedule on this episode?" Alyssa asked.

"I've lost track, but I think it's four," Holly replied.

"Aaron's going to fire this guy's ass isn't he?" Alyssa then speculated.

"You bet he is," Holly declared. "He's gonna fire him like he's a gun at the Beverly Hills Gun Club."

"Nice metaphor," Alyssa commented.

"Thanks, I've been saving it," Holly stated.

"So what the hell are we supposed to do for the rest of the day?" Alyssa asked.

"Hmmm I'm sure you can think up a few ideas," Holly said, smiling at Alyssa with what appeared to be just a friendly gesture to anyone else, but really hid a meaning of wanton lesbian lust.

Doing a show like this meant that the actresses were going to be working together a lot. When Shannon Doherty had first been their co-star, the three of them had bonded quickly and become close friends off the set. Eventually that friendship had developed into something more and the three women became lovers. It had been fun and scary for all three of them, none of whom had been with another woman before, and it had resulted in a lot of sexy threesomes between them.

However, just as the on set differences between Alyssa and Shannon grew, problems also loomed between them personally. The situation became messy and reached the point where Alyssa and Shannon could barely even stand to look at each other and Holly had been caught in the middle. The end result was that Shannon was gone so was the sexual bond that had developed.

The arrival of Rose changed all that though. Both Alyssa and Holly could still remember every detail of their first meeting with Rose. How she had come to Alyssa's house and just totally dominated the entire day. The old flames were reignited and Holly and Alyssa welcomed her to the show by ending up in a naked mess on Alyssa's bed. Alyssa and Rose had struggled for domination of the relationship ever since, but it had all been in good fun. The angst and pain of Shannon was gone and Rose had spiced up more than the show. If they were going to sneak away for some fun, it wouldn't be the same without her.

"Well speaking of needing the power of three," Alyssa grinned. "Think we should track down our wayward sister?"

"Hello ladies," Rose said from behind them, as if it were her cue to do so. "Looks like we've got the afternoon off."

"Hey we earned it," Alyssa replied. "We've had to put up with Mr. Psycho all morning. You've been able to hide in your trailer all day."

"Awwww poor Alyssa," Rose teased. "Want me to kiss you and make it better?"

Alyssa frantically looked around to see if anyone else was picking up on the blatant sexual tension between the three leading ladies of "Charmed." Everyone was too busy doing whatever they had to do to strike the set for the day and prepare for the upcoming "Aaron fires Q" tempest. Hell, she probably could have kissed Rose and Holly right there and then and nobody would have noticed. Still, Alyssa decided not to risk it.

"Rose! Someone might hear you!" Holly gasped, sharing Alyssa's concerns, but lacking her cool exterior.

"Relax Holly," Rose assured you. "Why don't you let me and Alyssa help you unwind a little?"

"Yeah c'mon Holly," Alyssa added. "You were the one hinting at it a minute ago."

"I hate it when you two gang up on me," Holly grumbled, but was unable to mask the smile that revealed her true feelings on the subject.

"No you don't," Alyssa chided her. "You love it!"

"So who's trailer shall we duck away to?" Holly asked, eager to give into her base impulses.

"Hmmm trailers are nice, but they don't have the same room as a nice house," Rose pointed out. She hadn't been expecting to be done with work this early today, but thanks to Q's tantrum she was now able to accelerate her plan. What had happened last night had unsettled her more than usual and, her encounter with Jewel aside, she was eager to prove she still "had it."

"What are you suggesting?" Alyssa asked.

"I think it's high time you girls got a gander at my house," Rose said with a wicked grin. "I know a great way for us to relax."

So while some plotted seduction and others battled demons and directors, Sarah had her own matters to deal with. Unfortunately her matters didn't promise the same kind of fun that everyone else's seemed to. Sarah's were strictly of the legal variety and they only seemed to promise more trouble. Rick's sexual harassment suit hadn't been dismissed and now she was facing the prospect of having to submit to a hearing.

Sarah had tried to ignore the problem and hoped it would just go away, but that didn't seem to be possible anymore. So now she sat in executive producer Joss Whedon's office as her lawyer, Ted Roberts droned on in legalese she couldn't understand. She supposed she should just trust him on this. It's not like she could make it any better by handling it herself. By trusting the lawyer, at least it couldn't get any worse. At least she hoped it couldn't.

"So we tried to have the case dismissed on the grounds Mr. Burke didn't have enough evidence to support going to trial," Ted explained. "But the standard for evidence is very low. He doesn't have enough evidence to win, but he has enough to get the case pushed forward and in all likelihood the judge will call for an evidentiary review hearing in the next few weeks."

"Of course he doesn't have enough evidence to win!" Sarah exclaimed, losing her temper over all this foolishness. "He's making all this shit up! That little pervert is just pissed that I wouldn't sleep with him!"

"Sarah, I believe you," Ted assured her. "And the judge will too, but you have to stay calm about this. We have an excellent shot at getting this thing dismissed at the hearing. The standard of proof is higher, but you need to not get emotional."

"How can I not get emotional?" Sarah demanded. "It's my name that's going to be splashed in all the papers if this case leaks out. Everyone's going to think I'm some power mad bitch on this set!"

"No one's going to think that," Ted stated. "The truth is on our side. He can hide behind the law for now. The standard for sexual harassment has been pushed so low because of all the spurious claims over the past 10 years that it's easy for him now. But when we get to the evidence, we've got him. He's going to have to present something more than a 'he said, she said.' If it comes down to your word against his, you are more believable Sarah."

"But what if the judge ignores the truth and moves things forward," Sarah pressed. "What happens then? Don't pretend like it can't happen Ted, because I know it can. Ridiculous cases get pushed forward all the time. What do we do then? What if the judge believes him and not me? What if the judge hates women? What if the judge has a hard on for punishing a celebrity and getting famous? It's my name on the line."

"I won't let that happen, Sarah," Ted promised. "This thing is going to go away. You just have to be patient and let me do my job. I'm doing everything I can to keep this out of the papers. It's not going to leak and it is going to be dismissed. You just have to relax and go about like it's not happening."

"That's easy for you to say," Sarah snapped, before softening. "Oh Ted, I know you're doing what you can, but this is a lot of pressure on me right now. You have no idea what it's like to wonder if someone's lies can bring you down. It's not fair that he can do this to me!"

"No, it's not fair," Ted agreed. "He's using the law to get at you, but I won't let him win. It's all going to be fine."

Sarah wished she could have agreed with him, but she couldn't see the rosy picture he promised. Sarah could only see the hazards of the case going public and, worse, Rick lying well enough to actually win the case. What would she do then?

All this was preying on Sarah's mind as she left the office. She searched the set for a friendly face and quickly found one.

"Hey Aly," Sarah said, greeting her friend and feigning a smile.

"Hey Sarah," Alyson replied, immediately detecting that something was wrong. "What's wrong honey? Is it Rick again?"

"That short dicked little bastard!" Sarah swore, fighting back the angry tears. "He's going to wreck everything I've accomplished!"

"Of course he's not," Alyson replied. "Soon he's going to be nothing but some name you can forget about. Why if he was even close to getting you with this, I'd...I'd...well I'm not quite sure what I'd do but it would definitely involve some form of bitch slapping."

Sarah couldn't help but smile at her best friend's humor. She and Alyson had been close since the show had begun and they were even closer now that Alyson had become a frequent guest at the mansion.

"Thanks, I needed that, Aly," Sarah said warmly.

"No problem," Alyson replied before whispering. "Hey, want to go back to my trailer and want to see if I can make you feel even better?"

"Mmmm not today, Aly," Sarah sighed. "He's just got me all messed up."

"It's ok," Alyson said. "But you owe me now, deal?"

"Deal," Sarah agreed. "If you feel like collecting part of it now, I could sure use a hug."

"No problem," Alyson smiled as she hugged her friend warmly and tightly. The truth was she was also concerned about what this bogus lawsuit could do to Sarah. Alyson had been always been very protective of her friends and since Sarah was a special case, so did she receive special care. Alyson had been secretly thinking of ways to help Sarah for weeks now and she had finally devised a plan she was ready to use if necessary. As she hugged Sarah, Alyson's face broke into a satisfied smile. Just try and bring this lawsuit further you piece of shit, she thought to herself. I'm ready for you. I'm not going to let you hurt Sarah.

As Love followed the directions she had been given to Pamela's house, she couldn't help but think about the strange and fast turn of events of the past two days. Just a day ago had been so pumped up over a movie role, now she was going to meet Pamela Anderson to get advice about whether she should take off her clothes for money. It was definitely an unusual path she'd followed, but then again it was at least consistent with everything else in her life. The unexpected had become routine.

Love had met Pamela before, but they hadn't really exchanged much more than polite greetings at parties and television functions. Now she was depending on her advice to help her at a career crossroads. Oh well, at least Pamela would be speaking from experience on this issue.

Love had to admit she was a little nervous about this. She didn't quite know what to make of Pamela. She seemed nice and when they had talked on the phone before and arranged this meeting it had sounded like she was really willing to help her make this decision.

However Love knew that Pamela was a little...well a little wild. It wasn't like Love had just come straight from the nunnery, but she reserved her wild behavior for when she was home and with her lovers, whether male or female. Pamela seemed dedicated to continuing the legacy of Madonna and making sure the public got a good look at all her wildest moments. It seemed a month barely went by without there being some new story in the press about Pamela being wild here or pulling off her top there. Love had to wonder if she would be able to relate to Pamela. She had done a lot, especially over the past few months, but she knew her experiences paled in comparison to the former "Baywatch" star.

Love was one of millions who had watched the home video of Pamela and Tommy Lee. She hadn't actively sought it out and it wasn't part of her "collection," but nevertheless she had seen every inch of that couple. Some friends of hers had watched it at a party one night for laughs and Love had joined in. She hadn't found it that erotic and mostly it gave her a headache from all the jerky camera movements. And of course there was the extra dash of reality that sapped the fun from the video. By the time Love had seen it, Tommy's beatings of Pamela had become public record and Love had to wonder how someone could be so loving one moment and so violent the next.

They weren't doing this to swap life stories though, Love told herself. What Pamela did was her own business and Love was the last person who would ever criticize someone's lifestyle. She supposed she was being concerned over nothing. Pamela wasn't going to bite. She was probably just projecting her indecision over posing onto this meeting.

Love had had time to go home in between her meeting at Playboy and her meeting with Pamela, so she had changed out of the blouse and slacks she had worn to the office. Love had grabbed something she would feel comfortable in so she was in blue jeans and a red long sleeve shirt. Love had always been anxious about what to wear when she first got to know people, but she supposed it didn't matter in this case. Even when she was just talking to her on the phone, Pamela seemed to exude an air of casualness. Hell, Love half expected her to answer the door stark naked, if all the stories she had heard about were true.

Were those stories true? Love had heard a lot of wild rumors about Pamela over the years and she knew most of them were garbage. In the Hollywood rumor mill usually a good 95-98% of the stories that were going around were pure b.s. Of course some of them were very true and some of them were very weird. Love had heard a lot about Pamela and had to at least wonder if any of them were true. More specifically if the ones about her enjoying the company of other women were true. Love had heard Pamela's name bandied about in connection to everyone from her co-stars on "V.I.P." to Elizabeth Hurley. Hey, Love told herself, if any of those rumors were true then this could turn into a very interesting meeting indeed. Love felt her nipples tighten under her shirt and bra, which she had decided to force herself into again because she didn't want to seem too casual.

Love soon arrived at Pamela's house and by the time she parked and turned the car off, any anxiety she once possessed had turned into curiosity. How would this all play out? Love was eager to find out.

She knocked on the door and when Pamela answered it, Love saw that while she wasn't walking around the house stark naked, she might as well have been. Pamela was in a creamy white button down shirt and navy pants. To say she was hanging out of it would have been like noticing a rain drop in the middle of a monsoon. It wasn't just the top button of her shirt that was undone. It was the top four buttons. Pamela clearly didn't share Love's idea that it was better to wear a bra when getting to know someone, because there clearly wasn't anything to restrain her breasts from ripping right through the shirt for all to see.

"Love! Glad you could make it," Pamela greeted her as she showed her inside. "Did you find the place ok?"

"Yeah everything was good," Love replied, trying hard not to stare at Pamela's beautiful, enhanced chest. "You give great directions."

That's not all I can give, Pamela thought to herself as she eyed Love like a lioness sizing up potential prey. Christ, she looked so sweet and innocent. Pamela was tempted to just throw her down right there and see if she couldn't corrupt this Audrey Hepburn-wannabe. Mmmm she wouldn't look so innocent if she had her pretty little face buried in my pussy, Pamela fantasized. She shuddered most pleasurably at the thought. Pamela knew as soon as she opened the door that she had to have Love. Now it was just a matter of making her move.

"So can I get you anything to drink?" Pamela asked, showing Love into her living room. Love slipped off her jacket and took a seat, admiring the view around the home.

"No thanks," Love replied. "I'm fine really."

"It's no problem," Pamela said. "I've got a bottle of white wine that's nicely chilled. I'd be happy to crack it open."

It was a little early for alcohol in Love's mind, but she didn't want to seem rude. Besides a nice glass of wine could be just what she needed.

"Sure, that sounds great," Love smiled. Pamela then turned and headed for her kitchen and left Love pondering things. Was Pamela trying to seduce her? Love had to wonder that. The way she was dressed was certainly not subtle and she had to know that it would cause Love to stare at her body. Plus the offer of wine was also a little suspicious. If Pamela was trying to get her into bed, then she certainly wasn't handling it delicately.

Not that Love minded the effort at seduction, if that was what they were. Pamela was certainly very attractive and desirable. If she was trying to seduce me, Love grinned, she'd find me to be a very willing participant. Love hadn't come here looking for sex and she wasn't even sure if it was a possibility yet, but if that was what Pamela wanted then so be it. Love was definitely willing to play along. If Pamela thought she was going after some innocent little girl, then Love was going to have to show her that reality was far from perception. Perhaps she should make some efforts of her own to test the waters here.

Pamela quickly returned from the kitchen carrying two glasses and a bottle of white wine. She poured the wine and handed Love a glass. Pamela then proposed a toast.

"To taking the plunge sans clothing," Pamela said and Love was happy to drink to that. They clinked their glasses and Love took a long drink, the cool liquid feeling pretty damn good flowing down her throat.

"Where are your kids?" Love asked. She loved kids and had actually been looking forward to meeting Pamela's two young sons.

"They're with their father," Pamela answered with a grimace. Love knew it was a sore subject because of their custody battle so she decided to drop it and move onto something else.

"Ummm is Kid around...oh gosh, what should I call him?" Love wondered aloud.

"Just call him James," Pamela informed her with a warm smile. "And no, he's not around either. He's on tour. It's just you and me Love."

Pamela let that last statement linger in the air as they sipped their wine. Finally deciding the silence had gone on long enough, Pamela spoke up again.

"So what are you thinking?" she asked.

"This is pretty good wine," Love admitted with a smile. "What's the year?"

"Not about the wine silly," Pamela laughed. "What are you thinking about posing?"

"Well I think I'm leaning toward doing it," Love admitted. "I mean the money is good and I think it might give me career the boost I'm looking for. Maybe people will see me in a different light. Plus, I don't know, I think I'm really starting to like the idea of getting naked for the camera."

"It's a rush," Pamela agreed. "I should know. I mean you're a little nervous at first, that always happens, but once you get used to it it's really liberating. It makes me feel really powerful. I mean everyone is looking at me. It's a real ego boost to know you're getting stares and making them think all kinds of sexy thoughts."

Love blushed a little. She had been thinking the same thing. Of course she had also seen first hand the sexy thoughts that nude pictures could create. And she had also seen how those thoughts could lead to sexy actions.

"So what's holding you back?" Pamela inquired.

"Well I'm just a little nervous it might backfire," Love answered honestly. "I don't want to do this and then have it blow up in my face. I don't want to become a joke."

"First of all you don't become a joke by posing for Playboy," Pamela replied. "Second of all, why do you give a shit what people think of you? Why do you care what some stupid producer or some lame comedian says about you posing? The only opinion that matters in this case is yours. If you don't want to do this thing then just turn it down. No one's forcing you to take your clothes off. But if you decide to do it, move on it and don't look back. Life is full of risks and you have to take them as they come without any regrets."

Pamela could see that Love was listening intently to what she was saying so she pressed on. She hoped her little talk was going to convince Love of the benefits of nudity and that after that she could segue things upstairs to her bedroom. She had been the one to suggest to Gary that Love give her a call to "talk" and she could see the finish line in site.

"I'll admit the first time I posed it was to help get me out of Canada and into Hollywood," Pamela said. "But the main reason I posed then and when I posed the other times was because I wanted to do it. I did it because it made me feel sexy and I thought I looked beautiful in the pictures. Sure it helped my career and you never know, it could hurt yours, but if you're too wrapped up in what may or may not happen then you're never going to be able to move forward. Just go forward and forget what's behind you. That's the way I like to do things."

"That's a good philosophy," Love said. "I like it."

"People here are so afraid of sex," Pamela continued. "Like if we enjoy ourselves somehow we're bad people. That's just garbage. We should do what makes us happy and what makes us feel good. I feel good posing naked and letting people see my body. If that's the way you feel then you should go for it."

"You're right," Love declared. "It's just that this is such a big step."

"Of course it is," Pamela agreed. "But if you only take little steps, it takes you a hell of a lot longer for you to get where you're going."

"Ever think of writing a self-help book?" Love asked jokingly.

"It's crossed my mind," Pamela admitted with a smile. "I just think the world would benefit from my Pamosophy."

Love took another drink of wine, finishing off her glass. Pamela helpfully refilled it and Love was starting to feel nice and warm inside. She wasn't much of a drinker at all and two glasses were her absolute limit but she knew she was entering her "happy" stage. She was going to get very giggly soon and if Pamela had been intending to loosen her up with alcohol, then she was close to accomplishing that. Of course, if Pamela had known the whole story she would also have known that this was entirely unnecessary. Even before the wine started to kick in, Love had been eyeing Pamela's barely contained body. Her pussy was starting to moisten at the idea of popping those last buttons on Pamela's shirt and exposing her gorgeous rack.

"Pamosophy, huh?" Love repeated. "That's cute. If I wrote one it would be called 'The Principles of Love.'"

"So do you think you're going to do it?" Pamela asked, trying to picture what Love would look like under her clothes. The fantasy picture her mind drew was quite attractive indeed and Pamela felt her own heat begin to rise between her legs. She was looking over Love's body up and down with nothing but lewd intent in her eyes. Love would have been blind not to see it and Pamela had a feeling that her eyes were working just fine.

"Why are you so interested?" Love inquired, noticing Pamela's gaze and returning it with one of her own. Now she was totally convinced that something was going on here. She'd given that look to enough girls recently to know what it was all about. "I mean you're really giving the hard sell here. Does Playboy kick you back a commission if I pose?"

"No nothing like that," Pamela smiled. It was time to make her move. She could feel it. "I just think you'd look great naked."

"Do you?" Love pressed, squirming on the couch as her pussy continued to dampen. "Do you think about what I'd look like naked a lot?"

"It's crossed my mind a few times," Pamela slyly admitted.

"Well maybe I can give you a little free preview then," Love teased. "You know so you can really judge how I look naked."

"I think under the circumstances that would definitely help things," Pamela replied, biting her lip to keep herself from leaping right on top of Love. This was working better than she had even dreamed possible. "You know so I can be absolutely sure..."

"Oh I agree, it's very important that you're sure," Love said before making a move of her own and pulling her shirt over her head. It wasn't as smooth as she had hoped to pull right out of a long sleeved shirt, but she managed to untangle herself with little muss and fuss and give Pamela a nice look at how she looked in her white bra. Love kicked herself for not putting on something sexier than the plain cotton number she had on, but then again she hadn't expected to be doing this. Besides, she was reasonably sure she wouldn't be wearing her underwear for long.

"So what do you think?" Love asked, teasingly running her hands over her breasts.

"Hmmm I think I might need to see more," Pamela said, her own arousal getting so high that she was sure Love could smell her from across the couch. "I want to get a good look at those legs of yours."

Smiling, Love got up from the couch and, pausing only to remove her shoes, wiggled out of her jeans. She then struck a pose for Pamela, giggling as she sexily modeled herself, the wetness of her pussy evident in her soaked white panties.

"Should I take off my bra too?" Love asked, playing coy. "I mean I want you to be absolutely sure I look good naked. I wouldn't want to let you down."

"Good idea, take that bra off," Pamela agreed. "I don't want to leave anything up to chance."

With a quick reach around her back, Love unsnapped her bra. She bent over slightly to slip it off and allow her glorious chest to spill out of the cups of her bra. Playfully, Love twirled her bra over her head and tossed it aside.

"You like?" Love asked, noticing that Pamela was toying with the buttons of her own shirt.

"Oh yes," Pamela answered. "I like very much, but you're not quite done are you? Get those panties off. You won't be able to hide yourself from the camera lens and you won't be able to hide yourself from me."

Love had no intention of hiding any inch of her body from Pamela so she was only too happy to reach down and push her wet panties off. Love shivered when the cool air of the room hit her bare pussy. When she had first called Pamela that morning, the possibility of doing this hadn't entered Love's mind, but it was always nice to be surprised.

"Ooooh you're shaved," Pamela admired. "Naughty, naughty Love."

"Oh yeah? I don't think I'm the only one here who likes a smooth pussy," Love challenged, remembering Pamela's last Playboy layout.

"You caught me," Pamela grinned. "Oh Love, you look so beautiful. You're definitely Playboy material. Mmmm a lot of boys are going to have a lot of fun looking at your pictures and imagining what if. I think a lot of girls are too."

Love felt a rush of pleasure as she pictured all those people staring at her naked body and touching themselves. Boys and girls. Everyone desiring her. It was almost enough to cause her to lose focus of the moment. She managed to bring herself back to earth though and she noticed there was now a definite inequality between her and Pamela.

"You know Pamela, I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable," Love said, doing a shy little girl impression. "I mean I'm all naked and you're still dressed."

"Well we'll have to do something about that won't we," Pamela declared, rising up from the couch so she could be face to face with Love. While she did this, she undid the last buttons of her shirt and let it open up. As Love had assumed, Pamela was braless and when she shrugged the shirt off her shoulders Love got a chance to see her first in person look at the tits that had been displayed so many times in so many number of places. Love also helped herself to a gander and the belly ring that had so attractively pierced Pamela's skin. It sparkled from the sunlight hitting it from the open window and it only made Love want this more.

With Love stark naked and Pamela now topless both of them knew they were at the point of no turning back. Something had to happen and it was either going to involve hot lesbian fucking or them parting company. Both of them could feel what the other wanted, but Love wanted to make sure.

"Do you really want to do this?" Love asked, dropping her teasing act to ask an honest question.

"Honey I've wanted to do this since I first heard you might be posing," Pamela answered. "I just wanted to make sure you were into girls."

"Oh I am...believe me I am," Love assured her. "But what about Kid...I mean James?"

"Oh he's totally cool with this," Pamela explained. "It's not like I'm cheating on him with another guy or anything. He loves it when I tell him about me getting it on with other hot chicks and you, Ms. Jennifer Love Hewitt, are one hot chick."

"So are you Pamela," Love said in response. "If I'd known you liked women I would have been all over you the second I was through the door."

"Well now you know," Pamela replied. "So how about we get all over each other."

"Mmm you don't even have to ask," Love smiled, embracing the topless beauty and pressing their lips together. Their first kiss was a wet and lingering one. Pamela was pleasantly surprised by how good Love's kiss was. This girl must have more experience than I thought with women, she thought to herself. That was a nice development. She wasn't going to have to teach some blushing girl virgin how to properly go down on her.

When they broke free of the kiss, little strands of saliva stuck to their mouths and Pamela quickly batted them away with her tongue. She looked at Love's body all flushed and ready and she only had one suggestion.

"Want to see my bedroom?" Pamela asked.

"Just show me the way," Love answered excitedly.

Pamela then took Love's hand and led her from the living room upstairs. When they reached her bedroom, Pamela pressed Love against the doorway and greedily kissed her again. They sucked on each other's tongue and lips and when they were finished they flicked their tongues together, each giving the other a preview of what they could do to a pussy with those tongues. Love and Pamela were virtually strangers but they did have something very important in common...burning lust for the other.

Love scooted inside the bedroom and made herself at home by throwing the bedspread off and falling down onto the cool sheets with a laugh. She bounced a little on the mattress and her breasts jiggled in response.

"Come here," Love beckoned to Pamela. Pamela gave into the little nymph's request and walked over to her. She stood in front of her as Love sat on the edge of the bed. She wasn't sure what Love had in mind but quickly found out as the girl leaned forward and began to kiss her belly. Pamela giggled from the tickling action of Love's soft kisses, but it was definitely arousing. Love kissed all over Pamela's bare skin, focusing on her piercing. She kissed all around her belly button, at times even sucking on the piercing and gently tugging on it with her lips. Love also began to run her hands up and down Pamela's smooth sexy back, delighting in the way her skin felt under her hands.

"Take off your pants," Love requested, looking up at Pamela with sexy doe eyes to kill for. "Be naked with me."

That was not a request any sane person could have turned down and Pamela was no exception. Once again finding herself giving in to the aroused youth's wishes, Pamela undid the button of her navy pants and let her pants fall around her ankles. She silently stepped out of them and Love saw that a bra wasn't the only thing Pamela hadn't bothered with that day. She had gone bare underneath and Love got an up close look at her shaved pussy. Love kissed each one of Pamela's thighs before reaching out and stroking the lips of her pussy with her fingers, saying one word that drove Pamela wild.

"Pretty..." Love said in a near whisper. That was too much for Pamela to handle and she fell to the bed, kissing Love's face, feeling like she was on the verge of coming from barely even being touched. The girls rolled around on the bed together kissing and touching each other. Their bare breasts rubbed together and the action caused their nipples to harden against each other's skin. That was an arousing feeling for both of them and it got even more so when their pussies began to rub together with slippery results.

"Oh God Love you are good at this," Pamela marveled when Love began to suck on her breasts. "Fuck! You're making me so wet."

"I've had plenty of practice," Love teased. "Now let's see if you're as wet as you claim to be."

They changed positions so Pamela was flat on her back on the bed. Love made her way downward, pausing to kiss and stroke whichever parts of Pamela's body caught her fancy. When she got to between Pamela's legs she breathed in the smell of her arousal and once again began to touch her with her fingers.

""My my my, you certainly are wet," Love observed. "Did I make your pussy all hot Pamela?"

"Naughty little tease, you know you did," Pamela groaned. "Ohhhh do you know what a sexy thing you are?"

"I've got some idea," Love grinned, remembering a line from one of Pamela's boyfriend's songs. It wasn't cocky if you could back it up and Love knew she could do that and then some. "I love knowing I got you this hot."

"Oh you did...you did," Pamela told her. "Please...my pussy is on fire!"

"Did you think I was some sweet little innocent you could seduce with your sexy ways?" Love teased.

"Yes...oh yes I did," Pamela admitted. "I wanted to get you naked and fuck you so bad. I had no idea you were like this though."

"Well now it's your turn to learn something," Love laughed. "If only you knew what a slut I was. Mmmm but you're going to know that soon. Your pussy looks so yummy Pamela, all hot and wet. You are on fire. Do you want me to kiss it to make it better?"

"Ohhhh you'd better," Pamela swore. "If you don't I'm going to have to shove your pretty face right in there and fuck you until I cream your skin."

Love responded to the threat by doing exactly what she had offered. She kissed Pamela's labia and ran her tongue up over the smooth, wet lips. She got her first taste of her new lover's juices and it was like an adrenaline injection right into her brain. She heard Pamela begin to moan out loud in desire and Love began to tongue her harder. She teased Pamela's lips before using her fingers to spread them open and get at her clit. She dove into the heat of Pamela's pussy and began to suck eagerly on her clit.

Pamela was so hot, Love admired while she went down on her. She began to touch her own dripping pussy and fantasized about what the rest of her housemates could do to Pamela. She was going to have her over to the house very soon so the busty Baywatch alumnus could see she wasn't the only pussy hungry nympho in Hollywood. Maybe she could even get her over today. Bring her home to everyone as a souvenir from her visit to Playboy. She didn't get them t-shirts, so she could at least bring them this.

While Love was fantasizing about future possibilities, Pamela was grooving on the awesome feelings Love was bringing her from her hard, passionate sucks on her clitoris. She was also having the same thoughts Love was having. In her mind she was already going to the writers of the show tomorrow and having them write a guest part for Love. Then she could bring the girl to her trailer for one of her "script conferences" with Molly and Natalie. Maybe she could finally tempt their other co-star Leah Lali into things and have themselves a nice little all-girl fivesome.

But that would have to wait for tomorrow because all Pamela wanted to focus on was how good it felt to have Love's mouth on her pussy. She had one hand massaging her bare breasts and the other playing in Love's hair, gently holding her down as she licked and sucked Pamela into a sexual frenzy. If only she'd known the girl was this into pussy she wouldn't have bothered with the wine and the conversation and just dragged her up to her bedroom.

"Ohhhhhhhh yessss Love...that's the spot!" Pamela groaned. This girl might even be better than Natalie and her brunette co-star had always been her favorite tongue. "Suck that clit Love! Mmmm gonna come all over your face soon sweetie!"

Love was having herself quite a time buried in Pamela's pussy. She licked and sucked away happily while she let one hand of hers snake underneath and squeeze Pamela's sexy ass. This was quite a surreal encounter for Love. She had seen Pamela's body any number of ways and had literally seen her get fucked on-screen. Now here she was licking her creamy pussy and getting her close to orgasm. It was kind of like living out her porn star fantasy.

Pamela's breasts heaved as her breathing rapidly increased. She moved her hand away from Love's and squeezed her own breasts. She loved playing with a woman's breasts, especially her own, and couldn't wait to get a crack at Love's tits. She had some plans for Love's tight body and since Love was doing such a good job at bringing her off, she wasn't going to have to wait long before she got to play.

"Oh FUCK!" Pamela roared back as a surge of pleasure gave an extra jolt to her words. "Yessss you know how to eat pussy! Mmmm wish I could find the woman who trained you so well and give her a big thank you kiss! Don't stop doing what you're doing! That's just how I like it!"

Love wasn't going at Pamela too hard as she lay on her belly on the bed, her face pressed to Pamela's pussy. She figured that a woman who got pounded by something as big as the monster between Tommy's legs she saw on the video probably loved a gentle touch to her clit. Of course, Love wouldn't have been a bit surprised if Pamela liked it any way she could get it. She'd have to give it to her a little harder lately. Love was very confident that this would not be her only chance to eat Pamela's pussy.

Pamela was thinking the same thing and already wondering if she could keep Love forever. James wouldn't have minded her moving in, especially if he came home from tour and found them right as they were now. If he saw ever saw them naked on the bed like this with Love eating her out, Pamela knew the only question would be how quickly he could undress and join in.

With the taste of Pamela's juices already swimming around in her mouth, Love's tastebuds were hungry for more. She began applying more pressure with her lips to Pamela's throbbing clit. She loved how she could feel it pulsate from her sucking actions and when she wasn't nibbling on the tender bud, her tongue was exploring all the corners of Pamela's pink passage.

Thanks to the skillful oral efforts she was the beneficiary of, Pamela began to wiggle around on the bed and squirm in pleasure. Love wouldn't let her escape though and she just clamped her hungry mouth down harder on Pamela's pussy and gripped tighter on her ass. Love moved her hand away from her own pussy and also used it on Pamela's ass. She now had a hand on each cheek and Pamela felt a wicked rush from having Love's wet fingers touch against her hot skin. She was so worked up she half expected to hear a sizzling sound at the first touch.

By now Pamela's juice flow had increased and Love knew the dam was close to breaking. She wanted to taste all that cream Pamela had built up, but Love suddenly got a wicked idea and she couldn't help but indulge herself. She ceased what she was doing and pulled away from Pamela's pussy, propping herself up on all fours in the process. Pamela let out a frustrated groan, but that only lasted as long as it took for Love to begin speaking.

"I think I know why you wanted to see me naked so damn bad," Love began. "Was it my big, soft tits?"

As she spoke, Love began fondling her breasts and letting them sway gently. Pamela smiled in ecstasy and allowed herself to be hypnotized by the swaying mounds.

"Yesss..." Pamela hissed. "I love your tits!"

"Girls like us have to stick together," Love continued, her voice soaked in desire. "Mmmm only we know what it's truly like to have a nice pair of tits to play with all the time. All big and bouncy. We feel how guys stare at us and how the girls do too. And only we know all the fun we can have with them. Like when you work a nice, hard cock in between them and let your man titfuck you. Or when you can do this!"

Love then plunged herself back into Pamela's pussy. However, this time, instead of using her tongue or lips, Love pressed her tits against the dripping pussy before her. Pamela screamed in desire as Love began to rub her hard nipple into her pussy. She spread her legs wide so Love could work her tits inside and rub her clit with her nipples.

"OHHHHHHHH YEAHHH!!!" Pamela cried out. "THAT'S IT!!! RUB YOUR TITS ON MY PUSSY!!! MMMM GOOD GIRL!!!"

Taking the praise to heart, Love rubbed herself harder against Pamela's wetness. She alternated between the two of them until each of her breasts was covered in Pamela's juices. They shone under the sun that was spilling into the bedroom and Love felt exhilarated by the way the wetness felt on her skin. It felt so nasty and wonderful.

Pamela was in a frenzy by now. Love practically expected her to start foaming at the mouth and howling at the sky. This girl was going to come and she was going to come very soon. Their job here done, Love grinned and pulled her tits away long just long enough to get her mouth back at Pamela's sex. After having been stimulated so well by the hard nipples scraping against her swollen clit, Pamela was no match for Love's skilled tongue.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" Pamela screamed. "FUCK YESSSSSSSSS!!! OOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!"

Love was then greeted with the hot explosion right up against her probing tongue. She squealed happily as Pamela brought one of her thoughts to reality by howling out her rapture. Pamela fucked Love's face as she came. Love moved her hands back to Pamela's ass to hold her in place as she drank down the cream that Pamela was serving her. She didn't know what was more intoxicating. The wine she had had before or the sexual essence that was overwhelming her senses.

Held down only by Love's strong efforts, Pamela thrashed about on the bed, tugging on the sheets and tossing her pillows everywhere. She was never shy about expressing her orgasms and there was no reason to hold back here when Love was making her feel so, so good. She lurched up and down, meeting Love's tongue thrusts and giving her enough to taste that it might drown a parched man in the desert.

With one last soulful cry of pleasure, Pamela felt her body relax. She fell back onto her soft bed and moaned in complete satisfaction. She reached out for Love and the girl was only too happy to join her side by side on the bed. Pamela kissed her passionately again and again as she felt her body recover from her intense orgasm.

"Wow! Forget Playboy. I'm going to use you in my next home video," Pamela joked.

"Just make sure my name is above the title and you've got a deal," Love grinned feeling very silly and sexy at that moment. She was aching for a release of her own and she pressed her wet pussy against Pamela's leg in case that observation had escaped her.

"That was incredible," Pamela said in between kisses before saying exactly what Love wanted to hear. "I guess this means I'm going to have to give it to you extra hard so you don't think I'm some kind of lightweight."

"I like the sound of that," Love replied, rolling flat on her back and touching her naked body. "Any particular place you want to give it to me? I think you'll find I'm very flexible."

"God, you weren't kidding," Pamela said in amazement. "You are a slut."

"So I've been told," Love said licking her lips.

"Well don't worry, I have just the thing for sluts like you," Pamela promised with a wicked twinkle in her eye. She hopped off the bed and afforded Love the chance to stare at her naked ass and the pink palm marks her tight grip had left on her cheeks.

Love stayed on the bed, wondering what Pamela had cooked up for her. Whatever it was she knew it was going to do the trick because by now she was so worked up that one touch would probably shoot her into orbit. It was funny how all this worked out, Love smiled to herself. Maybe tomorrow she should look up Jenny McCarthy and see if she had any advice to give.

All thoughts about other women disappeared when Pamela returned with a toy that seemed to have come from the same perverted toybox that spawned Mr. Snappy. It was a purple two-headed dildo but it wasn't straight, this one was curved. Love had never seen anything quite like it, but she already had a pretty good idea how it could be used.

"Do you like it?" Pamela asked flicking her tongue over each head. "I had it custom made. I've had a lot of fun with my friend over the years using it on myself and on some very lucky ladies. You're about to join a very exclusive list Love."

"Ooooh I'm honored," Love cooed, pinching her nipples as she lustfully thought of feeling that thing inside her.

"Good to see you're not one of those 'no penetration' lesbians," Pamela smirked. "Mmmm you're going to have some real fun with this."

"I love feeling something inside me," Love grinned. "I love having my pussy filled up so nice. So where do you think you're going to put that thing?"

"Let's see how much you can take little girl," Pamela stated. "You've never had anything like this before."

And you've never had your ass taken by Mr. Snappy, Love shot back at Pamela internally remembering one of her many encounters with Rose. She kept that inside her head knowing Pamela wouldn't know what she was talking about, but Love knew that soon that was going to change.

"Let's rock and roll," Love said, sitting up at the edge of the bed and spreading her legs to show Pamela her wetness. "I'm more than ready!"

"You sure are," Pamela confirmed, getting a lovely eyeful of Love's beautiful pussy. "Hmmm but I don't think I can deny myself a taste first."

Pamela then sunk to her knees so she could easily attach her lips to Love's pussy. She had been planning to go straight to playing with her toy, but seeing that sodden and sexy little slit was too much for Pamela to pass up. She wanted to help herself to a few licks first before Love exploded all that girl cream on her toy.

Love had to steady herself from falling over when Pamela's tongue first grazed her labia. The blonde wasn't lacking in any experience either and her tongue felt so fucking good against her slit. Things got even more yummy for Love when Pamela began to work her clit over with her tongue. Love gasped and finally gave up trying to steady herself. She fell flat onto her back as Pamela didn't let up a bit in the frantic tongue lashing she was giving her.

Pamela worked her face into Love's pussy, loving the taste she was getting. The old saying was true. Love was the sweetest thing. It may have been a bad pun, but it sure was the truth here. In fact it was so true that it was hard for Pamela to pull herself away. She knew she had to though. She didn't want Love to come this way. At least not yet anyway.

"How's that for a warmup," Pamela teased, her face covered in patches with a light glaze of Love's juices. Pamela and her then exchanged one last kiss before the blonde reached for the toy again.

"So I'm guessing a big bad slut like you has already taken it up the ass before?" Pamela asked while she reached for the bottle of lube she always kept at her bedside and soaked both ends of the toy with it.

"What do you think?" Love grinned.

"I think I didn't even need to ask," Pamela shot back before collecting the lube spillage with her fingers and cleaning them off with her tongue. "Mmmm cherry."

Pamela pulled Love back up to the edge of the bed and had her turn over. Love obediently lay flat on her belly, her legs dangling off the side of the bed and her ass up in the air.

"Then you should have no trouble handling this," Pamela speculated. She gave Love's asshole a little lube itself by drooling some saliva into it. Love moaned when she felt her warm saliva in there and knew there was much more to follow. Before Love could respond with anything though, Pamela adjusted curve of the toy to Love's body type and pushed one end into her ass.

"OHMYGAWD!!!" Love yelped immediately when she felt it push into her tight ass. It always was such an intense feeling at first to take something there, but once she got used to it, it was nothing but pleasure.

Pamela made sure not to give Love too much in her ass because she didn't want to hurt her and also because she wanted to make sure there was enough left on the other end for it reach its full use. Once she felt Love had adjusted to the inches that were being worked into her ass, Pamela pushed the other end into her pussy.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Love wailed in pleasure, slamming her hands down onto the mattress.

"Sure you can handle this?" Pamela playfully taunted, pressing her naked body against Love's.

"YESSSSSSS!!!" Love cried out. "Give me more!!!"

"As you wish," Pamela complied, pressing more of the toy into Love's pussy. She then grasped the center of the toy with her hand and began using it like a handle. She worked it back and forth and in and out of Love's pussy and ass. Love's eyes were wide open and her voice was already horse from crying out, but she was loving it. She remembered the only other time she had been filled in both holes by toys. It had been by Jewel and Jessica at the pool party, but this was even better.

"YESSSSS!!!" Love squealed. "AGHHHH!!! I LOVE IT!!!"

"I knew you would," Pamela replied. "I want you to come for me Love. I want you to soak this toy with your cream and then we can lick it off. Would you like that? Do you like tasting your own cum?"

"Uh huh...uh huh...uh huh..." Love frantically agreed, gritting her teeth from the intense pleasure she was getting in her tight holes from the toy being worked like this. Pamela, satisfied that Love's body was adjusting to it and that she wasn't in pain, picked up the pace and began thrusting it back and forth just that much harder.

Love gasped and gurgled out a cry of pleasure. It was so much to take it at once and her head was buzzing with the most intense of sexual feelings. Mmmm Pamela and Rose could have some fun trying to outdo each other. I'd hate to be caught between them, Love thought to herself even as she began thinking of ways to work herself into that exact situation. Love could feel her juices dripping from her pussy and onto the plastic of the toy, letting Pamela work it in even easier. The cherry lube was also making things manageable for her in her ass and Love knew she was close. The toy was in as far as her body would let it go and the sawing motion of Pamela's hands was making her ready to boil over.

"OHHHHHHHH SOOOO FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOD!!!" Love wailed to Pamela's delight.

"Yes come for me Love!" Pamela urged. "I want to see your beautiful body shaking in pleasure. I want to see you come on my bed! Please come for me!"

Love had to screw her eyes shut to keep everything from overwhelming her. Tears were forming at her eyes but Love didn't want it to stop. Pamela knew how to fuck another woman and she was reaping the benefits. Sweat dripped from her back and from her forehead and her hair kept flying into her face with every thrust. All of this was a good thing from Love's position and she was so close to getting off so hard.

"MOREEEEE!!!" Love begged. "UGHHHH AHHHH SO...SO CLOSE!!!"

Pamela performed as requested. She knew Love had reached as much as she could take so she just increased the power of her thrusts slightly. She knew that a slight nudge in the proverbial voltage was all Love would need and she was absolutely right about that.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH HOLY FUCKING HELLLLLL!!!" Love screamed as her orgasm timer hit 000. She lit up like a starblast of pure joy, burying her face in a nearby pillow that Pamela had tossed earlier and roaring her ecstasy into it. Love could feel her sore nipples scraping the sheets and rubbing back and forth from her body shakes. It was just extra sparks of stimulation for the already roaring fire. Tears of pleasure spilled onto the pillow seemingly as easy as the girl cum that coated the dildo still being thrust into her quivering pussy by the insistent Pamela.

Even as Love's body shook with pleasure, Pamela only let up slightly. She wanted to make sure she got the full effect of a Jennifer Love Hewitt orgasm and that meant no sexual mercy. Love was very very grateful for this as she continued to feel the delicious surges of pure pleasure travel through her veins to her brain. She would have expressed those feelings if her face hadn't been buried in the pillow.

Love finally pulled herself up from the pillow and gasped in a combination of relief and ecstasy. Slowly her body began to cycle down and Pamela finally removed the toy from her body. Just as she promised Pamela took the end from Love's pussy and held it out for them to share. She wasn't sure what kind of shape Love would be in for this, but she quickly found out when the brunette eagerly began to lick away at her own sticky cream.

Pamela joined her in this activity and soon their tongues were meeting at the tip of the toy and flicking back and forth. That quickly deepened into a passionate kiss. Love began to fondle Pamela's bare breasts and thought about what they could do next. She was sore, but by no means done. And maybe it was time she returned the favor and allowed Pamela to see her house and maybe some of her housemates as well.

"So Pamela," Love asked, pausing the make out session on the trashed bed. "What are you doing with the rest of your day?"

"It depends," Pamela answered. "Are you gonna pose now?"

"Just try and stop me," Love vowed.

When she had returned home with her guests in tow, Rose had been very disappointed to find that none of her housemates were there. But she was content to wait for them to return home. She, Alyssa and Holly had nothing but time and Alyssa especially was very eager to explore.

"Holy shit this place is awesome!" Alyssa declared from up the stairs.

"It's just very...well it's very WOW!" Holly smiled in agreement. "How can you afford this?"

"I've got roommates," Rose informed them, without spilling the key details of that admission.

"Yeah I would hope so," Alyssa said in admiration as she admired the place and let out a low whistle. "There sure are a hell of a lot of rooms here. I can only assume the dungeon is yours."

"Sometimes it is," Rose smirked. "But I tend to just pass out in the bed of whichever girl finally tires me out."

"Oh my God, I knew it," Holly said, putting her hands on her hips. "You're cheating on us!"

"Cheating? What are we dating?" Rose laughed before kissing Holly affectionately. "C'mon loosen up baby. We're just having fun. The same thing goes on here. It's all just fun. Why do you think I invited you guys over here? I wanted you two to join us."

"Join you?" Holly repeated, not quite sure what Rose meant but liking the sound of it very much.

"Oh yeah," Rose said, wrapping her arms around Holly. "When we get going around here you might as well leave your clothes at the door because you're not going to be needing them."

"So who are these mystery roommates of yours?" Alyssa inquired, coming down the stairs to join her friends as Holly shivered in delight at the sound of Rose's description. "Or are you just going to keep us in the dark?"

"Definitely going to keep you in the dark," Rose smiled. "All will be explained in due time Alyssa. Just have some patience."

"Oh really?" Alyssa challenged. "Sure there's nothing I can do to convince you?"

Alyssa punctuated that question by pulling Rose forward and kissing her passionately. She then helpfully maneuvered her hand toward the crotch of Rose's pants and began to rub her pussy through her clothes. Rose moaned into Alyssa's mouth, but she was unyielding in her determination to not give in. She knew the longer they waited the more people would be around and the more fun it would be.

"Mmmm no convincing Lyssa, but I do think you're now chewing my gum," Rose remarked.

"Yechhh watermelon," Alyssa said. "You can have it back."

"Gladly," Rose accepted and once again the girls were kissing. This time it was Rose who had the busy hands as they felt Alyssa's breasts through the thin black t-shirt she wore before moving down below to feel her through her shorts. Alyssa gasped as Rose took things one step further than she had and slipped her hand inside her shorts to touch her panty covered pussy. Alyssa began to moan and Rose decided to stop before she had one unstoppably horny actress on her hands.

"Spoilsport," Alyssa muttered. She did see what Rose was doing though. The more she pulled away from them, the more Alyssa wanted her and that would likely end up with some spirited orgasming. If patience was a virtue, Alyssa suspected that Rose might put Holly and her through the waiting game until they were ready for sainthood if it suited her needs.

"Isn't it usually you who keeps after us for sex and not the other way around?" Holly asked.

"Well maybe I'm learning to appreciate you two for more than your pussies," Rose suggested. She teased Alyssa and Holly a lot, but the three of them knew there was more than sex to this thing. The tension Shannon had brought to the set was gone. Even though she frustrated and bewildered them, both Holly and Alyssa liked Rose a lot. They were reasonably sure she felt the same way about them.

"Try again," Holly replied, her face showing that she wasn't buying Rose's Lil Miss Reluctance act one bit.

"You'll see once you meet my roommates," Rose chuckled mysteriously. "Believe me, you'll want to savor the moment. Now why don't we kill some time by the pool."

Holly and Alyssa followed Rose outside to the pool and when they arrived they saw three beach chairs set up, three bottles of suntan lotion and three bottles of chilled Perrier, just like Rose had instructed Michelle to do earlier.

"Hmmm looks like someone was expecting us to come over," Alyssa observed.

"Gee, I wonder who it could be?" Rose laughed. "C'mon guys! The sun is out. It's a beautiful day and we have nothing but time. What say we work on our tans a little?"

"I don't need to work on anything thank you," Alyssa said as she flexed her arm and showed off her nicely bronzed skin. Alyssa tried to keep her skin evenly tanned as much as possible and even though it was February, it was California and the tanning season never officially stopped here.

"Fine Holly and I will work on our tans and you just maintain yours," Rose suggested. "Is that ok with you?"

"But I didn't bring a suit or any-" Holly began to say, before the obvious dawned on her and she stopped herself. Rose's grin was all the evidence she needed to know that this was, of course, what had been planned all along. "You spend too much time on these plans of yours, you know that Rose?"

"Maybe so," Rose replied. "But isn't it always worth it in the end?"

Holly and Alyssa had to agree and Rose drove home the point by peeling her shirt over her head. Naturally she was braless underneath and her beautiful breasts popped free. Next came her pants and the two girls could only marvel at how quickly and without reluctance Rose stripped naked for them.

"Well, when in Rome..." Alyssa replied. Her t-shirt had soon hit the stone ground and was quickly followed by her shorts, bra and panties.

"Can anyone see us?" Holly asked, anxiously looking around the wide-open beachfront property the mansion occupied. It wasn't that she was nervous about being naked with Rose and Alyssa, lord knows she'd done it enough times. She just didn't want to see pictures of them sunbathing nude in the next issue of The Enquirer.

"Relax," Rose replied. "No one even knows I live here. Now stop worrying and get naked before I tear that dress off you."

Holly had no doubt that Rose would do exactly that so she gave in. She reached around back and unzipped the light sundress she had been wearing on this warm afternoon. She pushed it off her body and stepped out of it.

"Nice thong," Alyssa teased. "I see you're finally acquiring my taste in underwear."

Holly blushed, but it was true. Alyssa and Rose, when she bothered with any panties at all, always looked so sexy in their thongs that she had finally decided to take the plunge herself. Before any more thong-related comments could be made, though, Holly had pulled it down her legs and stripped off her bra. Now there were three naked women by the pool ready to do some serious sun worshipping and only one question remained.

"So, which one of you two gets the honor of rubbing lotion on me?" Rose asked.

While Rose was choosing between which beautiful naked woman would rub suntan lotion on her skin, Jennifer was driving home. She cruised her way back toward Malibu, eager to slip into the bathtub and wash the work day off her. Perhaps she could even coax one of the girls into the tub with her to provide some help with her hard to reach places.

She wanted to spend as much time with them as possible, because she knew that Brad would be coming home soon. He was in Toronto filming scenes for the small role he had in "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind" and that would be wrapped up any day now. It wasn't like Jennifer wasn't looking forward to seeing him again, she missed him terribly each day, but every time he came back it was like the world she lived in with the girls had to cease to exist. It was getting harder and harder for Jennifer to slip from one end of her double life to another and sometimes she got so confused about who she was supposed to be that day that she was afraid she was going to moan out "Oh Sarah" while she was having sex with Brad.

Fortunately Jennifer hadn't allowed that to happen, but she knew she couldn't keep going back and forth. She fantasized about bringing the two worlds together, but that was a longshot. More likely than not Jennifer was going to have to make a choice and she knew what that choice was. As much as she loved doing what she was doing, Jennifer knew there was no way she could leave her husband to continue indulging in a bisexual side she didn't even know she had until recently. Brad was more than just a lover to her, he was her soulmate. Jennifer knew that without a doubt. But it was going to be so hard to leave the girls, if that was what it came too.

Originally, Jennifer had just chalked it all up to "having fun." However, the more time she spent with them the more she felt like it might be something a little bit more. What that was she couldn't put her finger on, but it was more than indulging lust. She cared for everyone who lived at that house with her and she knew they felt the same.

Before Jennifer could agonize anymore over a choice she didn't even have to make yet, her cell phone began to ring. Jennifer was tempted just to let it ring and make whoever was calling leave her a voice mail message, but she just couldn't let the damn thing ring without a reply. She hated doing this while driving, she always thought somehow she was going to mess it up and cause a 15 car pile-up on the Pacific Coast Highway.

Ok, she said to herself...keep one hand on the wheel and slowly reach for the phone. Ok, then ease the hand back to the wheel while you get the phone between your head and shoulder. That being done, Jennifer finally got a chance to talk about whomever was on the other end.

"Hello?" Jennifer said.

"So where should I send the flowers?" a very familiar male voice asked from the other end. "I mean I figure when your wife dies a man should at least send flowers."

"Hah hah very funny," Jennifer sighed.

"You know the least thing you could have done was tell me you were pregnant," Brad continued. "I could have been there in the delivery room and you know you might not have died."

"Alright you've had your fun," Jennifer replied with frustration, even though she couldn't help but smile. "You know I've had to put up with this crap all day. Do you know how many people really thought I was dead? God, I don't even know where they got this crap from. If we were going to end the show this year, we sure as hell weren't going to end it with me dying."

"I don't know," Brad considered. "I think it would have been a bold step for a sitcom to kill off a lead character in the finale. See it would have made you laugh and it would have made you think at the same time."

"Do you have any reason for calling or do you just want to make fun of me?" Jennifer asked.

"Of course I called to make fun of you," Brad playfully answered. "Oh yeah and to make sure you were still alive and all that stuff."

"Well first of all I am not pregnant," Jennifer explained. "And I am not dead. I can assure you of both."

"Good to hear," Brad said. "I didn't think this cell phone had that good a range to reach all the way to the great beyond."

"I guess they just ran out of stories to print about us so they decided to kill me off in their headline," Jennifer speculated. "I guess it's new and original at least."

"Frankly I preferred the ones they wrote about you not being able to get pregnant because of all the weed we smoked," Brad stated, his voice starting not to come in as clearly.

"Honey, I'm losing you," Jennifer said. "I'll call you tonight. Ok? I love you!"

"Love you too," Brad told her. "But wait, one more thing."

"What is it?" Jennifer asked suspiciously.

"Is it ok if I bring a date to your funeral?" Brad asked. "I mean I talked to Julia Roberts this morning and she's willing."

"Goodbye Brad," Jennifer said, ending the call and shaking her head. He always knew how to make her smile. Even when she was feeling worried or down, she knew he was there for her and would always try to pick her up. That might have been what she liked best about him. Of course the fact that he was easy on the eyes didn't hurt matters.

Soon enough, Jennifer approached the mansion when she felt a sudden impulse. The phone call from Brad had given her a whole new wave of guilt over everything she was doing with the girls. Things like this usually passed, but Jennifer didn't think she could handle seeing any of her housemates right now. Seeing them and knowing everything that they had done and would do in the future, would only make her feel worse.

So instead of going to the mansion, Jennifer followed her impulse and turned in before she got to the house. She just needed a friendly face and maybe a little something else to help her relax and get over her guilt. She knew she wouldn't get this at the mansion, but she would be able to get it here.

Jennifer got out of the car and walked down the path until she reached the house. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

"Jen?" Franklin said. "Hey, what's up? If it's about this morning, we're sorry, It's just that Delbert gets nervous and-"

"It's cool," Jennifer said, assuring him with her interruption. "I just was kind of hoping I could hang out here for awhile."

"Sure, it's no problem," Franklin answered, opening the door. "We were just about to play Grand Theft Auto 3."

"What's Grand Theft Auto 3?" Jennifer asked.

"Oh, you'll see," Franklin promised. "You'll see."

By the time Sarah returned to the mansion she was a ball of energy. Normally this would have resulted in her showing the first one of her housemates that she saw a really good time. Unfortunately, this was not the kind of energy that resulted in long, sweaty fucking sessions. It was the kind of white hot raging energy that resulted in incidents of violent road rage.

Right now what Sarah wanted to do was punch someone, anyone who bore even the slightest resemblance to Rick Burke. She was beyond being worried about this by now. Sarah was squarely in the "rage" stage and she was someone no one would want to mess with at this moment. She only hoped she could break out of this dark mood she was in before she became a total bitch in heels to her housemates. It wasn't fair to them if she took out her anger on the people who had nothing to do with the situation she was in. What she needed was a nice therapeutic session in the gym with a heavy bag.

Sarah entered the mansion and looked around. Was she the only one here? Nahhh she'd seen Rose's car in the garage along with two others she didn't recognize. Did Rose have guests over? Sarah supposed she shouldn't have been surprised if she did. Knowing Rose, she should have been surprised if she didn't.

"Hello?" Sarah called out. They were probably in Rose's room, but if they were elsewhere Sarah wanted to make sure she wasn't about to walk in on their fun.

"We're out by the pool," Sarah heard Rose's voice say. Sarah decided she should at least go out and see who was there before disappearing to work off some aggression. Sarah walked out to poolside and there was treated to the site of Rose, Alyssa and Holly wearing nothing but sunscreen as they allowed the rays of the sun to bake their skin.

Holly gasped when Sarah walked out and grabbed a towel to attempt to cover her nudity. Alyssa, on the other hand, didn't seem insecure at all about being nude in front of Sarah. In fact she appeared to adjust herself in her chair so Sarah could get a better look at her body.

"I think everyone here is familiar with the other," Rose smirked. "We've got a nice little WB reunion here."

"You mean she?" Holly began to ask, loosening her towel when she realized that Sarah was ok with this.

"Oh yeah, Sarah's one of my roomies," Rose informed her. "She gets to have me any time she wants me, while you girls are restricted to working hours."

Sarah surmised from that remark and the fact that everyone seemed comfortable with each other's bodies, that Alyssa and Holly were more than co-stars to Rose. It looked like her prior relationship with Christina wasn't the only secret she had been keeping from them. Sarah knew Holly and Alyssa pretty well from press tours and network promotions, so she was reasonably sure that their little hideaway secret was safe with them.

"So do you just share the rent or something more?" Alyssa asked, seductively pushing down her sunglasses to get a better look at Sarah.

"It's a little something more," Sarah coyly admitted. Normally she would have loved to engage in some flirting games and then join them for some nude ray catching and whatever would naturally follow from that, but Sarah's mood was a real block on her sex drive. So she just left things at that.

"Look Rose, I'm going to be in the gym if anyone needs me," Sarah stated. "Just don't make too much of a mess, ok?"

"Don't you want to join us Sarah?" Rose inquired. "You might get a better workout up here than you will anywhere else."

"Tempting, but you'll probably have more fun without me right now," Sarah said. "I'm not exactly in a chipper mood. I'll take a rain check though."

"Bye Sarah," Holly said, her towel now gone, but her surprise still there. Sarah was into girls too? Holly could barely believe it. What other surprises were there going to be here?

"Yeah, we'll have to catch up later," Alyssa said, running her tongue over her lips as she gave Sarah "the" look. "It's a shame we didn't know what we had in common before."

Sarah responded with a smile and walked away. Damn, that was hard for her to pass up. But she knew she had to get this anger out of her system for now or else she wasn't going to be very pleasant to be around at all.

"Put your eyes back in your head Alyssa," Rose teased.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Alyssa asked. She had always lusted after Sarah but, like Alyson and Eliza before her, she had always thought she was an unattainable goal.

"Maybe because I wanted to see the expression on your faces right now," Rose grinned. "Just wait till you see who else lives here."

"I'm almost afraid to find out," Holly said.

"No you're not," Rose replied correctly. "You're dying to know."

Meanwhile, all Alyssa could do was stare at where Sarah once stood and ponder the possibilities. Was this really possible? Did Sarah have the same craving for pussy that she did? What was Rose's game here? It seemed to Alyssa like she was offering her and Holly the chance to fuck Sarah and anyone else who lived here in this place. Rose sure seemed to have a lot of other women she played around with. It was like she was giving them the keys to her treasure room.

"Hey Alyssa, maybe you should just go see if Sarah needs help with her workout." Rose suggested.

"She seemed like she didn't want to play," Alyssa replied unconvincingly. She was dying for a reason, any reason, to go after Sarah and see if the picture she was forming in her head about what went on here was real or just wishful thinking.

"She always wants to play," Rose countered. "I know from experience. Now go on down there and see if you can find a better way for her to work up a sweat than from any dumb exercise. Don't worry, I'll take good care of Holly while you're gone."

To Alyssa that sounded like a very good idea indeed and if Sarah hesitated she'd find out that Rose wasn't the only one who didn't like to take "no" for an answer. So before anyone had a chance to talk her out of it, Alyssa got up from her chair, abandoned the sun and walked bare assed naked through the house to try and find Sarah.

WILL ALYSSA FIND SARAH? WILL ROSE HAVE FUN WITH HOLLY? WHAT DO YOU THINK? CLICK ONTO CHAPTER 5