Harem

Meanwhile, Sarah's mind wasn't filled with whom to invite next, but who had been invited already. Even though she didn't regret anything she had done with her, Sarah was still just a little nervous about seeing Alyson on the set. She hoped it wasn't going to be awkward or anything. She didn't want to risk losing her best friend and now that they had crossed over and become lovers, she knew things would be different. Whether it would be a good kind of different or a bad kind was the question that remained to be answered.

Sarah looked around the set, seemingly seeing everyone but the one person she was looking for. Alyson was scheduled to film scenes that day, so she was supposed to be there. Sarah just hoped she wasn't avoiding her or anything.

"Hey you," a voice whispered into Sarah's ear, putting those concerns to rest. Sarah had a big smile on her face as she whirled around to see Alyson.

"Hey yourself," Sarah replied looking right at Alyson and having the erotic memories of the day before flood back. She could see that the redhead was having the same thoughts and they almost automatically fell into a kiss right there and then. Fortunately, common sense stopped them from having to endure a lot of puzzled looks and probing questions.

"Ummm hey Sarah you wanna come to my trailer for a minute?" Alyson asked, trying to maintain some sense of professionalism despite having done things to Sarah that people could dream about. "I have to ask you a question."

"Sure Aly," Sarah replied, hoping that the question her friend was going to ask her was, "Can I eat your pussy again?"

Sarah and Alyson slowly walked toward the trailer, resisting the temptation to run. They entered and, as soon as the door was closed and locked, fell into each other's arms. As the lock was clicking shut, their tongues were already deep in each other's mouths and their hands were busy touching whatever body parts were accessible.

"Ohhhh I've been wanting to do that ever since I left your house," Alyson sighed happily when the kiss ended.

"Me too," Sarah replied, taking a seat on Alyson's couch as they both kicked off their shoes. "So you don't ummm feel weird or anything, do you? About what happened yesterday?"

"Oh God no," Alyson emphatically answered. "I loved it! You don't feel weird do you?"

"Definitely not," Sarah insisted. "It's just that you're my best friend Aly and I just wanted to make sure we're ok. I love you and I didn't want anything to change even though now we're..."

"Fuck friends?" Alyson suggested with a grin.

"That's the term I was looking for," Sarah laughed.

"Well you don't have to worry at all," Alyson said, joining Sarah on the couch so they were face to face. "We're more than ok. We're way more than that. I had a blast yesterday. I really love being this close to you Sarah and I'm glad we don't have any more secrets. Plus, I uhhh really got off hard from fucking you."

Alyson's face got beet red when she said that last part, but the smile on her face showed it was a happy embarrassment. Sarah laughed at her friend's shy crudeness and welcomed her in with a warm hug. They held each other and stroked each other's hair as Sarah popped the question she'd been dying to ask.

"So, Aly..." Sarah began. "Did you give any thought to moving in? I'd love to have you there and I'm sure you'd fit in great."

"Oh I don't know, Sarah," Alyson replied. That wasn't the answer Sarah was looking for and her face registered her disappointment. Alyson immediately moved to soothe her friend.

"It's not that I didn't have fun," Alyson explained. "I loved doing all that with you and with everybody. I just don't know if I could do that all the time."

"What do you mean?" Sarah challenged. She tried to mask how hurt she was by this rejection, but she couldn't pull it off.

"It was just so intense and I loved it, but it's like having a great piece of chocolate," Alyson continued, stammering through her explanation to say how she felt and spare Sarah's feelings. "If you eat that chocolate too many times then you don't like it as much and it's not special. What you and I did was special and what we all did by the pool was special. But if I get that everyday, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as special and kinky. That's what made it so much fun. Do you see what I'm talking about?"

"I guess," Sarah grumbled. The house would have been so cool with Alyson there too. She supposed that she was right and she didn't want to screw up her friendship, but still Sarah couldn't help but feel sore from this missed opportunity for fun.

"Don't be mad," Alyson plead. "I love you Sarah and I don't want to stop having sex with you and Rose and Love and Jennifer. Maybe I can just be like the overnight guest who never seems to leave."

"I like that idea," Sarah admitted, her mood brightening. She brushed Alyson's hair away and kissed her on the forehead to show there were no hard feelings. "Just make sure you're a frequent visitor."

"Count on it," Alyson promised. "Everything we did yesterday has made me crazy for girl loving."

"So how crazy for girl loving are you right now?" Sarah asked, eagerly taking the bait that had been offered to her. "Cause we don't have any scenes to shoot for awhile."

"I was hoping you were going to ask me that," Alyson smiled before taking Sarah's face in her hands and kissing her on the lips. Sarah eagerly opened her mouth for her friend and soon their tongues were dueling for supremacy. Sarah's pussy had already been on fire from her morning quickie between Rose's legs and now Alyson was making her arousal race again.

"Wait till you see what I brought with me today," Alyson said with a mischievous grin. "You're gonna love it." Alyson then got off the couch and burrowed through a bag she left near the door. Sarah was dying with curiosity and began stroking herself through her pants to quell her aching arousal.

When Alyson's hands emerged from the bag, Sarah's eyes got wide when she saw what she was holding.

"Are you serious?" Sarah marveled.

"Oh hell yeah," Alyson grinned. "I've wanted to try this out for so long." Sarah felt a nervous excitement rush through her veins as Alyson fondled the pink two-headed dildo she held in her hands. Its two sides were perfectly molded models of a cock. It was like something right out of a porn movie and the look on Alyson's face showed that it was destined to make a home inside their pussies.

"Have you ever used that before?" Sarah asked. She was nervous, but excited. She had taken Mr. Snappy so she knew she could take this inside her with ease. She had to wonder if Alyson would be gentle with her, but a big part of her hoped she wouldn't be.

"Only on myself," Alyson answered, giving one of the heads a long, loving lick. "I never had the right partner to use it with...until now."

Hearing that made Sarah's heart flutter and her pulse quicken. There wasn't even any chance now that she wasn't going to do this. She'd never used a toy like this and she definitely felt like changing that in a hurry. The more Sarah saw the dildo in Alyson's hands, the more she wanted one of those heads between her legs.

"I think we can stretch out better on that bed of yours," Sarah observed, making sure that they weren't constrained by anything.

"You read my mind," Alyson said, taking Sarah's hand and leading her toward it. When it had been contract renegotiation time, one of Alyson's demands had been a nice soft bed for napping. Now she had it and it was going to be used for something much more fun than any mere nap. Alyson stripped off the bedspread revealing the sheets she hoped to be ruining soon.

The two girls fell onto the soft bed, kissing all the way. Sarah worked the buttons of Alyson's shirt, fumbling with them like she was a teenager in the backseat of a car. Getting through the buttons proved to be well worth it when she finished and opened the shirt, revealing Alyson's breasts encased in a violet bra. Sarah kissed all over the pale flesh that contrasted very well with the dark color of the bra. Luckily it was the type of bra that opened in the front so Sarah was easily able to open it and access what she wanted.

"Mmmm yeah that's it Sarah," Alyson said, offering her lover encouragement as Sarah's hands massaged her exposed flesh. "Play with them. It makes me so wet when you do that."

"That's what I like to hear," Sarah smiled before opening her mouth to suck on Alyson's already hard nipples. "My Aly, begging me to touch her and make her wet."

"Ohhhh Sarah," Alyson moaned, the toy on the bed with them, forgotten for the moment. "You know just what I want! Make me all hot and wet so we can fuck! Please!"

Sarah released Alyson's right breast with a wet popping noise, pausing only a second before giving the same treatment to the left one. While she did this, her impatient hands trailed down to between Alyson's legs. She began stroking Alyson's pussy through her clothes, producing a heavenly reaction from the redhead. Not content to touch her through her clothes, Sarah opened Alyson's pants and slid her hand inside. Alyson could only moan her deep approval as Sarah stimulated her breasts and her pussy simultaneously. Sarah knew all the right spots to touch and Alyson felt like she was in the hands of someone truly gifted in the art of lesbianism.

"We've got to get these things off you," Sarah stated, indicating the open pants that kept her from doing all the things she wanted to do to Alyson. Her lover was eager to comply so she stretched her legs out so Sarah could pull them down. Sarah did more than that, hooking her fingers inside and taking her panties down too. Alyson was left stark naked on her bed and Sarah took a moment to admire the pale beauty of her friend's naked, alabaster skin. This allowed Alyson to take the upper hand and she set to work stripping Sarah down.

As her hands set to work, Alyson pressed her lips to Sarah's and the two were quickly back to the battle of the dueling tongues. Sarah was happy to surrender to the wet kisses of Alyson, her friend giving her a touch with her lips that was soft yet insistent. The kiss lasted long enough for the girls to lose track of exactly when it had begun. The sounds of the loving kiss and the excited moans of both women filled the trailer as things paused just long enough for Sarah to pull her shirt over her head. She also pulled the ponytail out of her hair, letting her dirty blonde locks fall about while Alyson stroked her skin through her bra.

Sarah's pants were the next obstacle Alyson needed to overcome and the blonde once again helped her friend out by scooting off the bed. Alyson took the opportunity to pull the standing Sarah close to her, kissing her bare belly and beginning to pull her pants down. Sarah assisted by wiggling out of her tight pants and Alyson's hands did the rest, pulling them down and off and leaving Sarah in her panties. They were lacy and pink, just like her bra, but the pink had become red right where Sarah's pussy cream had soaked through. Sarah threw in another sexy little wiggle as she modeled her bra and panties to Alyson, who was very happy to be witnessing this little fashion show.

"So sexy," Alyson moaned in a voice that barely rose above the level of whisper. Her volume began to return as she started peeling Sarah's panties down her body, the blond turning so Alyson could have an excellent view of her backside.

"You have such a beautiful ass," Alyson giggled, accentuating her statement with a kiss on each exposed cheek.

"Thank you," Sarah replied sincerely, turning around and shucking her bra, leaving them both naked. "My tits aren't bad either."

"Egomaniac," Alyson teased, pulling Sarah back onto the bed with her. "Good thing it's true."

"You're beautiful too," Sarah told her friend, stroking her face and eyeing her naked body from head to toe. "God, I love your body Aly."

Alyson blushed at the compliment and it was a full body blush that seemed to travel from her forehead to her toes. Sarah's lips eased that blush and soon the two girls were rolling around on the bed, kissing each other over and over again. Their bare breasts pressed into each other and Alyson was the one to do some finger exploration this time. She ran her palm over Sarah's sparse bush before stroking the lips of her labia. Sarah's drew her breath in with a sharp intake as Alyson proceeded to penetrate her pussy, touching and teasing her clit.

"Ohhh you're so wet Sarah," Alyson moaned into Sarah's neck. "Did I turn you on this much or did you do something naughty this morning?"

"Both," Sarah replied with a smile. Her pussy had been soaked ever since she had cornered Rose that morning and now she was going to have a chance to find satisfaction. Her desire for orgasmic release only became more pressing when Alyson began to move down her body, pausing only to give a quick nibble to her breasts, toward her wet and waiting pussy.

"If I'd only known you were an addict for this stuff we could have been having so much fun over the years," Alyson teased. "Now it's time to make up for lost time."

Alyson then didn't say another word before pressing her face to Sarah's pussy and licking the sexual moisture that was coming from her lips. Automatically Sarah's legs wrapped around Alyson's bare back, happily trapping her where she was. Alyson began to lick harder, parting the lips of Sarah's labia with her tongue and tasting the essence of her best friend. Sarah began to breathe hard and she held Alyson's head down with one hand while the other toyed with her own breasts. Alyson sensed she was about to lose control of Sarah, so she stopped.

"Ah ah ah..." Alyson chastised. "I can't have you coming so quick. This is just to get you wet and ready for me to fuck you."

"Oh I'm wet and more than ready," Sarah assured her friend. "Don't make me wait anymore!"

Alyson untangled herself from Sarah and pulled away. She reached over and grabbed her toy and began to slowly rub one of the heads against her own pussy. Sarah watched this little masturbation show and responded in kind by letting her fingers begin to play in her pussy, touching the same spots that Alyson had just tongued. Watching her friend play with herself gave Sarah a now familiar craving and she decided she could do better than any dumb toy.

"Allow me," Sarah said sexily. Without bothering to wait for any type of consent, Sarah pushed the toy away and began to work Alyson over with her tongue. Alyson's juices immediately covered her taste buds and it only made her hungry for more. With her fingers jammed up her own pussy, Sarah ignored the toy and continued to lavish Alyson with oral pleasure. Alyson spread her legs wide, opening herself up to Sarah's tongue. Alyson was dying to use her toy on Sarah but this felt way too good to stop.

"Sarahhhh..." Alyson moaned her friends name out, not sure if she wanted her to stop or continue. "You're sooooooo good at this! You have to stop! You're going to make me come!"

"That's the idea, silly," Sarah teased, removing her face from Alyson's sex and giving the redhead the unbelievable picture of her lips covered in pussy juice. It was like Sarah was wearing a perverted lip-gloss and Alyson felt her skin tingle at the sight.

"No," Alyson insisted. "I want us to fuck! God Sarah you have no idea how bad I want to feel this thing in us!"

Alyson prided herself on being a rational human being, so it she knew how weird she sounded turning down oral sex from Sarah Michelle Gellar, but she felt this was going to be worth it. Every time she had used the toy on herself she had dreamed about another woman at the other end, the both of them screaming in ecstasy as they fucked each other silly. She wanted to experience that with Sarah and she didn't want to wait.

"Impatient, aren't we?" Sarah grinned, quite willing to submit to her friend's little fantasy. She just wanted to come and she didn't care how it happened.

"Well I wouldn't be if you didn't get me so hot," Alyson playfully shot back. "Now lie back and let me work you over."

Sarah happily complied falling onto her back, the soft, cool sheets tickling her bare skin. She stared at Alyson coming toward her with the toy, her eyes seeming to promise erotic delight. Alyson rubbed one of the heads against Sarah's pussy, teasing her, as the blonde held her breath in anticipation. That anticipation turned into a long moan as Alyson's slowly pushed the dildo inside Sarah.

The first feeling of penetration was intense for Sarah and she bucked backward in response. Alyson moved the toy in slowly, letting Sarah's tight pussy make the necessary adjustment to the invading object. Sarah's pussy was on the verge of gushing with desire with each inch Alyson worked inside her. She was so wet, Alyson was able to get more of the toy in than she hoped, Sarah's snatch seeming to beg for more of the fake phallus with each push. Soon Alyson relented just enough so she could begin to move the toy in and out in a pistoning motion.

"Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh!" Sarah hissed. "Fuck me! This is what you wanted, so do it! Fuck my tight pussy with your cock!"

Alyson followed the request to the letter, pushing the dildo inside Sarah. She wanted to make sure there was enough to satisfy her own burning needs, but she was also curious to see how much Sarah could take inside her. Not wanting to risk hurting her friend, Alyson continued to push in slowly and the response she got from Sarah indicated that pain was the furthest thing from her mind.

"More..." Sarah begged, her voice soft and needy. "Give me more Aly! I can take it!"

Marveling at her friend's total wantonness, Alyson was happy to oblige, sliding it in more and then beginning to move it back and forth, penetrating Sarah again and again. Sarah moaned and thrashed on the bed, her orgasm close. She had been so keyed up that she was surprised she had even lasted this long. She had struggled so hard to not come with the first touch of Alyson's lips to her pussy.

"Are you going to come for me Sarah?" Alyson demanded. "Are you going to come all over my hard toy?"

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Sarah groaned, her ability to speak coherent English severely impaired by the intense pleasure that accompanied every thrust Alyson made into her. She was like a balloon waiting to pop and Alyson held a sharp pin in her hand. It was all just a matter of finding the right spot and that's exactly what Alyson did. She pushed the dildo in and all the sexual anticipation Sarah had been holding inside blew like an overloaded fuse.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" Sarah screamed. "I'M COMING!!! DONNNNNNNN'T STOPPPPPPPPP!!!"

Alyson was someone who took a great deal of pride in her work so there was no possibility she was going to stop. She had been waiting for so long to break in the other side of this toy and now that it was covered in Sarah's juices, she wanted to make the moment last. Alyson kept a firm grip on the toy, her hand getting a fair degree of the juice that was coming from Sarah's spasming pussy. The pale pink of the very flexible plastic was all sticky with Sarah's cream and all Alyson could think of was getting all of it on the toy and then licking off every drop.

Sarah's firm breasts bounced up and down as she not only felt the dildo thrust into her, but thrust her own body into it. Not content with Alyson fucking her, Sarah made sure to fuck herself while her orgasm zigzagged to every corner of her body like a magic bullet of sexual bliss. Every cell in her body seemed to have a little mini orgasm of her own and Sarah was so busy feeling each wave of pleasure cover her that she didn't even notice as Alyson pulled the dildo out of her and began to lick it clean.

"Mmmm you taste soooooo good Sarah," Alyson smiled happily taking a break from lapping away at her friend's creamy release.

"I'm glad you approve," Sarah panted, her body still shaking from her orgasm. Her hand began to stroke her own pussy. She couldn't believe that she was getting so hot again so quickly after having such a good come, but looking at Alyson run her tongue over the sticky, streaked pink plastic was recharging her batteries at an astounding speed. She loved the way her friend was so open about releasing her inner sexual beast and she knew this wouldn't be the last time they would meet for a little on set nooner. Knowing that the rest of the cast and crew had no idea that she and Alyson were inside the trailer fucking like bunnies made Sarah so hot she couldn't help but touch herself.

Sarah's finger play did not escape Alyson's attention. She smiled while watching Sarah reach down and begin spanking her own pussy, her palm getting wet with her newly generated juices and filling the room with sexy slapping sounds.

"Wow someone's feeling slutty today," Alyson teased. "Do I need to fill you up again?" The way Sarah's face lit up told Alyson that she needn't even have bothered to ask.

"Mmmmmmmmm yesssss!" Sarah gleefully hissed. "I loved feeling that toy in my pussy! Fill me up Aly! I want us to fuck each other!"

"Your wish is my command," Alyson eagerly replied. This was exactly what she had fantasized about this when she had used the magic of mail order to purchase her plastic friend. The fact that Sarah needed absolutely no convincing only made it sweeter to the redhead, her pussy so aroused that a light breeze against her clit could probably get her off.

Alyson moved the dildo away from her mouth and back toward the home it had gotten so comfortable in. She didn't work as much into Sarah's pussy this time because she wanted to make sure there was plenty left over for her own pleasure. The pink dildo hung from Sarah's pussy as Alyson repositioned herself and both girls just had to laugh at how slutty they must have looked right then. Of course looks were irrelevant when something like this felt so good so everything else was forgotten as soon as Alyson opened her legs and slid the other end of the toy into her own pussy.

While working it in, Alyson had to move slowly so not to pull it out of Sarah's slick passage. She was unsuccessful at first, but Sarah certainly didn't mind having to push the toy right back inside herself. The fact that Sarah's arousal was making it hard for the toy to stay in place was far from a bad thing. It was a good thing. A reallllly good thing as far as the two lovers were concerned.

Finally they began to get a steady rhythm going, Alyson pulled Sarah forward allowing a good portion of the toy to disappear into her pussy. Alyson allowed herself to take most of what was left and soon all that separated the two girls from bumping pussies was a mere two inches of plastic. The lust drunk girls then began pulling themselves back and forth, trying to get as much of the toy into their dripping sexes as possible. They moved like this for a few minutes and then Sarah held out her hand for Alyson. The redhead gratefully grasped it and allowed Sarah to pull her forward.

Sarah's inspiration was just what they needed and soon they were both grasping each other's hands as they used each other's momentum to see saw on the dildo. Sarah would pull Alyson forward, giving her cunt a healthy helping of the toy before easing her back and allowing Alyson to do the same to her. After a little trial and error, the girls cracked the code of the toy's mystery and were soon quite far along in fucking each other down the path of ecstasy.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!" Alyson squealed as Sarah pushed forward and hit a particularly sensitive section of her erogenous zone. "Fuck me Saraaaaaaaaah! Push it in me!!!"

"Ohhhhhh God this is sooooo fucking hot!" Sarah groaned through her gritted teeth. She'd been taken with toys before, many times in fact since she began her career as a lesbian, but never like this. She couldn't wait to get a toy like this of her very own and show it personally to each and every one of her housemates. Aly would surely have to come over to help provide a demonstration.

"AWWWW YEAH!!!" Alyson yelled in passion. "FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT!!!! OHHHH SARAH!!! SOOOO FUCKING CLOSE!!!"

"Come for me Aly!!!" Sarah urged, pulling her lover in hard, slipping even more of the dildo inside her tight pussy. "Mmmmm I want to see you come!!!! My pussy's gonna cream when I see you come!!!"

"PUT IT IN ME!!!" Alyson shrieked, so close she could taste it. "PUSH IT IN HARD!!! JAM IT UP MY FUCKING CUNT!!!"

Sarah wanted to kiss those dirty talk spewing lips so bad, but first she wanted them to reach the summit of Mount Orgasm together. She pushed herself into Alyson, slamming the dildo into her pussy with force that might have been painful under other circumstances but here brought nothing but the intense pleasure of sexual release.

"AGHHHHHHHHH!!!" Alyson screamed in pleasure, the toy hitting her in just the right way. Her body began to quake in orgasm and her insides felt like they were on fire. She grasped Sarah's hands and her friend immediately got the message...don't you dare let up even a little! Sarah and Alyson kept up the back and forth motion with the dildo and it the pleasure meter was certainly cranked up to 11. Alyson felt like she was about to black out from the sensations that were hitting her. She felt like a cartoon character whose heart was about to beat right out of their chest. Sweat poured from her body as she hit the cooling off cycle of her favorite aerobic exercise.

Seeing Alyson set off like that was enough to cause a similar eruption of Sarah's internal volcano. Being taken so soon after her last orgasm had already had Sarah's lave bubbling and seeing Alyson come so hard was enough to make her do the same. If they could have melted through the plastic from the heat coming from their pussies, Sarah and Alyson would surely have done it. Fortunately the manufacturers knew how to make a sturdy product and this potential problem was easily avoided.

"YESSSSSSS!!!" Sarah gasped her whole body buzzing from the sexual high she was on. "SOOOOO FUCKING GOOOOOD!!!"

"Not...gonna...stop...till...you come..." Alyson vowed, her body weak from exertion but her desire to please unaffected.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOH COMMMMMMMING NOWWWWWWWWW!!!" Sarah wailed. Her orgasm wasn't as strong as the last one, but she figured the two of them coming so close was going to surely loosen one of her fillings up. Sarah bucked against the toy until she physically lacked the strength to move her hips anymore. She then fell back onto the bed, letting the soft pillows caress her back and head.

Alyson pulled off the dildo and then took it out of Sarah's pussy with a wet "pop." She then leaned down to caress her lover's face and kiss her sweetly.

"Did you like?" Alyson asked.

"You have to ask?" Sarah smiled. "I thought my two glass shattering orgasms were answer enough."

"Well it never hurts to make sure," Alyson replied. "We like making sure all our customers are satisfied here at Hannigan Inc."

"Mmmm sign me up as a VIP customer then," Sarah laughed. She pulled Alyson on top of her and they were about to fall back into soft, wet kisses when Sarah's cell phone began to ring.

"Don't answer it," Alyson whined. "Tell whoever's calling that it's play time!"

"Don't worry, I'll get rid of them," Sarah promised as she leapt off the bed and fished her phone from her discarded clothes. "Hello?"

"Hey babe..." a familiar voice said and it took Sarah by such surprise she almost dropped the phone.

"Freddie!" Sarah gasped, the voice of her fiancee bringing reality crashing down onto the fantasy life she had constructed over the past months. She had managed to keep everything secret from him, but it had been so easy because he'd been out of the country filming a movie. He had been scheduled to arrive back in town today and it looked like he had landed. Everything had been so blissful without him around, but now she had to face the situation head on and try to avoid any serious problems.

At the sound of Mr. Prinze's name, Alyson rolled her eyes and stuck a finger down her throat, making a gagging noise for Sarah's benefit. Alyson's feelings on Freddie had not been a secret even before she and Sarah had become lovers. She considered him below what Sarah deserved. She felt she deserved someone who would worship the ground she walked on and not someone who grumbled to any reporter with a pen that he should have gotten to play Spiderman. Sarah wasn't in the mood to fool around like that though so she mouthed for Alyson to stop.

"Miss me?" Freddie asked. "I got in this morning and I called your place. The number had been disconnected and you didn't leave me a message or anything. I'm beginning to think you're avoiding me."

"Oh no...definitely not," Sarah lied, though it wasn't a complete lie. She hadn't been actively avoiding Freddie. She just hadn't been thinking about him at all. "It's just that...well I had to move and ummmm I..."

"My flight was awful," Freddie, said interrupting Sarah's fumbling attempts to explain her new residence. "I couldn't sleep at all. I tried to get an extra pillow but I couldn't get one, not even after I told the stewardess who I was."

"I'm sorry," Sarah replied. It was good to see he hadn't changed one bit. It helped ease any guilt she might have felt about using his absence to engage in what had virtually been a non stop participation in lesbian passion. Freddie had his good points, but sometimes it was hard to see them.

"Well it's ok," Freddie grumbled, before changing his tone. "I have to see you Sarah. I've really missed you babe. It's been so long."

"Yeah, it has," Sarah said. "I can't remember the last time we saw each other."

"It's been over a month," Freddie declared. "God, I've really, really missed you. You have no idea how much I've missed you."

From his tone Sarah could immediately tell what it was he missed and it sure as heck wasn't her sparkling personality. Freddie must have had a serious set of blue balls and Sarah knew it was going to soon be her job to make sure that pressure was relieved. Having sex with a man had been so normal to her until recently, but now it was an alien concept to say the least.

"Well we'll have to make sure we see each other soon," Sarah said lamely, not sure how she was going to make this work.

"Let's make it tonight," Freddie declared. "I ran into Ryan Phillippe this morning and he thought the four of us should get together. It's been awhile since we went out with him and Reese."

Reese! Her name was like an electric shock that sent a shiver down her spine. Thoughts of explaining herself to Freddie and overcoming this awkwardness shifted to the back burner as the heat went to Sarah's thoughts about Reese Witherspoon. They had gotten to be good friends on the set of "Cruel Intentions" but somehow Sarah hadn't even considered her when thinking of people to invite into their little group. Now the wheels were turning and even if it meant spending the night in the company of Freddie and Ryan she knew she had to do it.

"Sure!" Sarah replied with what she hoped wasn't too much enthusiasm.

"Great!" Freddie declared. "I can pick you up at 7 and ummmm did you say you moved or something?"

"It's a very long story," Sarah sighed. "Tell you what I'll be by your house at 7, ok?"

"Sure, see you then babe," Freddie said. "Try and get over a little early so I can spend some time with you alone first."

"I'll try..." Sarah said without much energy behind it.

"I hope you can," Freddie replied. "Love you."

"Love you too," Sarah sent right back to him, not even sure anymore how sincere it was. The call ended and Sarah looked up to see Alyson glowering at her with disapproval written all over her face.

"Why are you even talking to the personality vacuum?" Alyson asked, using the nickname she'd assigned to Freddie soon after meeting him.

"Lay off Aly," Sarah snapped. "He's my fiance."

"Are you telling me after all you've done? After all we've done? You're still going to marry him?" Alyson asked in stunned disbelief. "I thought you would have kicked him to the curb by now."

"Don't be like that," Sarah sighed. "Freddie's ok. I love him. I really do."

"Oh Sarah you don't even believe that!" Alyson shot back. "You're not going to convince me. I have never figured out what you see in him. You're too good for him. You're so young and beautiful, Sarah. You should be out there having fun and doing all the things you want instead of becoming Mrs. Freddie Prinze."

"I don't want to fight Aly," Sarah said sadly. "Stop it."

"I'm sorry," Alyson said, softening up and giving Sarah a warm hug. "I love you Sarah. I just want you to be happy and I don't think he makes you happy."

"He does," Sarah insisted, not sure if she said it for Alyson's benefit or her own. "And I am going to marry him."

"You just deserve someone special," Alyson said, kissing Sarah softly on the lips.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," Sarah declared. "I want to talk about you owing me."

"Owing you what?" Alyson asked. "What are you talking about?"

"You denied me the chance to eat your pussy before and now I want to collect on that debt," Sarah smiled, relieved to have the subject moved off of Freddie and onto fun.

"Ooooh well then collect away," Alyson replied, laying back on the bed and spreading her legs. "Lick me all up you naughty girl."

Sarah was happy to do just that and soon she was happily back between her friend's legs. She didn't want this part of her world to end. She was having too much fun. Could she balance it all? Sarah wasn't sure, but she knew she couldn't wait to see Reese tonight and maybe, just maybe see if something could happen there. Nothing was going to stop her from having her fun.

As Sarah was off having her fun, Love was beginning to wonder if this was going to be a fun-free day for her. The only pleasure she'd been able to find that day came from her own fingers during her brief period of clit stroking while watching Sarah and Rose go at it. Now Love was regretting not having joined in because, quite frankly, she was as horny as hell and no one was there to help her.

She had hoped to entice Jennifer to slip under the covers with her after they had gotten the phone call from Jewel, but it wasn't in the cards. Jennifer had to get to the "Friends" set before they listed her as a missing person and that left Love lonely and unsatisfied. She had never been in the house alone before and it made her feel kind of sad. She never liked being alone and after the house being so crowded yesterday, the shift was even more dramatic.

Of course Love hadn't exactly been alone all day. She had been interviewing maids for the house, though she hadn't seen anything she'd liked. Perhaps that was the problem she thought to herself, she was acting like some piggy male and going only on looks instead of on who would do the best job. Of course she was interviewing maids, not looking for a Secretary of Defense, so a little sexual discrimination wasn't the end of the world here.

Love felt bad turning away the candidates for the job just because they were too old or not pretty enough, but she told herself that this was her fantasy world and she was going to live it to the maximum. Sure it was sleazy, but this was the world she was sharing with her friends and no one else so if she wanted to hire a hot, young maid with a great ass she could drool over, then so be it. It was her decision to make.

Unfortunately no one yet filled that bill. Jennifer had made arrangements through a very well known and discreet agency that specialized in providing celebrities with employees. Love had already seen four women that day and none of them had been what she was looking for. She wasn't expecting to find a maid who listed a fetish for hot celebrity pussy on her resume, that would have been slightly unrealistic, but she was just looking for something she hadn't been able to find yet. She was looking for a heat...an energy...a little something that Love felt fell into the "I know it when I see it" category.

So with no more perspective employees left to interview, Love began exploring through the house. She really hadn't had the chance to go over every inch yet so she decided there was no time like the present to do so. Love always enjoyed being an explorer and it would help kill the time until her housemates got home. When they did, Love planned on putting all her pent up energy to good use.

In beginning her explorations, Love began looking around the currently unoccupied rooms, imagining herself in some delicious fantasies. She walked through the Casino Royale room and dreamed of herself as an exotic, dangerous Bond Girl. Of course in her fantasies it was Bond...Jane Bond that was making her a sexual plaything. She wondered which one of her housemates she could cajole into playing the part of the spy with a license to thrill. Those thoughts were soon replaced as she entered the Caesar's Court room and began to shudder at the idea of being some horny Roman's concubine. Soon enough her attentions had shifted to the Eastern Winds and how good she'd feel in a sexy kimono acting in full Geisha girl mode.

There was just so much potential for fantasy here and Love couldn't get over how the house just continually fed into her own natural desires. She'd always been a little sex crazy, even before she and Sarah had shared their post-audition encounter, and she felt like she truly belonged here. It was the perfect house for her and she only wished her housemates were here to advantage of her perverted little mind.

Eventually Love's journey took her toward the dungeon. She smiled as she remembered how easy it had been for Rose to convince her to lay on the rack while she worked up her dress and began to play with the soft folds of her pussy. She imagined what else Rose could do to torture her here. She imagined submitting herself body and soul to Rose in this room, becoming her willing disciple and bringing in a new victim...like Jennifer to torture. Love felt her nipples get hard on her clothes and she began thinking it might not be such a bad idea to strip down and see if she could do a little self-torture.

Love was dressed up for interviewing and she had a business suit on, giving her the feeling she was some kind of woman executive and not a horny actress. It was all for show and Love had hoped that one of her interviews would have been willing to help her slip out of these clothes. It wasn't to be though, so Love was forced to remember one of her Sunday School lessons, "God helps those who help themselves." Love began unbuttoning her suit when she heard the buzzer for the gate off in the distance.

Wondering who it could be, Love forgot about helping herself for the moment and ran off to investigate. She heard it buzz again and, not wanting the person to go away, Love lunged for the box.

"I'm here...I'm here..." Love gasped as she talked into the box.

"Yes, I am here for the job," a female voice said back. The clarity wasn't crystal clear, but Love was pretty sure she had an accent.

"Oh sure, hold on," Love replied. She opened up the gate for the woman to drive up and she walked to the front door. Love quickly buttoned up her suit, returning from insatiable nympho mode to professional employer. However that change lasted all of five seconds when Love saw the new applicant.

It took all of Love's willpower to not let out a low wolf whistle when she saw the young blonde exit her car. This woman looked like someone stepping right from the pages of Playboy with her long, shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and generous bust that pressed up against the red dress she wore.

"Hello, I am Michelle LaTourelle," the woman announced. "I am here for the job."

Love almost fainted dead away. She did have an accent! A French accent! She could have an honest to God French maid right here in the house! It was a dream come true and unless this woman had psycho killer listed as part of her previous job experience, then there was no way she wasn't getting hired.

Michelle stood there on the doorstep waiting for something to happen. It suddenly occurred to Love that this was the part where she was supposed to talk. Embarrassed about having been caught staring, but not sorry she had, Love invited Michelle inside trying hard not to reach out and grab her supple ass as she walked past.

Watching Michelle walk, it was like a movie scene where the lovestruck hero saw his dream girl for the first time in slow motion. It was hard for Love not to drool when Michelle walked over to the couch. This girl was a vision and Love was very appreciative of it. She was tall, but not WNBA tall, and Love could practically hear a saxaphone solo in her head while she eyed her every curve. The dress she wore hung tightly over her large breasts and her beautiful curves. So many American girls were starving themselves to look that good, but Love just got the sense that beauty came naturally to Michelle. She didn't have to be a maid. She could have been a centerfold without a bit of retouch work.

"So Michelle, how long have you been in America?" Love asked, trying to at least conduct a professional interview. She didn't want this girl to go running back to the agency complaining that Jennifer Love Hewitt had tried to rape her.

"A little over a year now," Michelle replied. "I came over as an au pair and then my time was up and I wanted to stay. So I am applying to be a citizen and I need to find a job. I can clean and everything. I even, how you say, do windows."

Michelle smiled at her little joke and Love smiled for a completely different reason. Now she knew why men loved having secretaries so much. She tried to conduct the interview, but kept going back to undressing Michelle with her eyes. She probably wasn't hiding her lust well, but perhaps Michelle would end up being into it.

"How old are you?" Love asked while studying her resume.

"I have just turned 23," Michelle smiled again. She needed this job to keep the immigration ball rolling and this seemed like a place she could be very comfortable in. "I do not think you are much older than me. It would be strange to have a boss so young. The couple I was with when I took care of their baby was in their 30's. I hope you do not mind me saying that."

"Oh no, it's cool," Love said. "I don't want you to be afraid to say anything. I do have some questions though. Do you know who I am?"

"Oh yes," Michelle answered. "You are Jennifer Love Hewitt. You are the girl in the movie with you and your mother stealing money from the rich people. I thought that was very funny."

"Thanks," Love said happily, she loved "Heartbreakers" and was always happy to be complimented on it. "But please, just call me Love. I like that better."

"Ok...Love," Michelle giggled in a manner that drove her prospective employer wild.

"Now, I live here with some other girls who are also very famous and it's very important that nothing you see here gets talked about," Love instructed.

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked, puzzled by the question.

"Well I mean, that what happens here has to stay here," Love explained, not wanting to tip her hand and freak the girl out. "You can't go out talking to your friends about us and selling stories to any of the tabloids. You have to sign a confidentiality agreement if you work here which means we can sue you if you tell secrets about us."

"Oh that will not be a problem at all," Michelle declared. "I am very discreet person. I know all about keeping secrets. I will never tell anything."

Love just loved the way this girl talked. It wasn't broken English, it was just missing a few words here and there and to her it sounded heavenly. The accent was so sexy. Michelle could have been talking about wallpaper and it would have been making Love wet. Love wanted her and she wanted her bad. Maybe after she'd gotten used to the house, Love and the others would be able to seduce her. Thinking of her and the others ganging up on this sweet little French girl almost made Love come right there.

"Well you seem to be just what we're looking for," Love said, desire swimming in her brain. She was so wet right now that Michelle could probably smell her lust. It didn't seem to be scaring her off so Love pressed on. "I want to check with my housemates, but I think you have the job."

"Really? So quick?" Michelle asked, pleasantly surprised. "Are you sure you do not want to see any of my special skills?"

Oh shit, is she coming onto me? Love gasped to herself. It sure seemed that way from the look Michelle shot her when she asked that question. Love found herself breathing heavily. She didn't want to read too much into a look, but it was just like the look she had shown to Sarah, Rose and Jennifer many times over.

"Ummm what special skills are you talking about?" Love asked nervously.

"Well I am very good at the sex," Michelle grinned slyly. She had this girl in the palm of her hand. She knew how good she looked and she wasn't above using it to get what she wanted. Michelle wanted this job, but she hadn't expected it to be this easy. It was easy to see the affect she was having on Love and knew she would give her anything she wanted. She had been with famous people before, but never with a famous woman. So this was going to be extra fun. "Do you want me to show you what I can do?"

"Oh my God," Love whispered.

"I see the way you look at me," Michelle continued. "Men look at me that way all the time. I like it when the girls look at me like that too. It makes me want to do things with them. Do you want to do things with me? Do you want to fuck with me?"

"Oh yessss..." Love sighed. "That's exactly what I want."

"I knew it," Michelle said confidently. "You were staring at me like you wanted to see my body. I would love to show it to you...Love."

Hearing her name said like that had Love creaming herself under her clothes. She wanted to reach up under her clothes and touch herself but she didn't want to miss one second of this. Love sat transfixed while Michelle began unzipping her dress. She pushed it off her body and revealed to Love the lacy red lingerie that lay underneath. The red bra pushed her natural C cup breasts up so that they were practically spilling out of the garment. When she turned around Love saw the way her red g-string perfectly complimented her ass, her cheeks were just so squeezable, and the red garter belt and stockings was an excellent cap to the ensemble. Love wouldn't have been surprised if Michelle had been a dancer at some point with those long legs and toned body.

"I love red...it is my favorite color," Michelle admitted.

"I can see that," Love smiled, scarcely believing this was really happening. It was like a Penthouse Letter come to life, but then again most of her life had been rated X recently.

"Do you want to see more?" Michelle seductively asked and Love eagerly nodded her answer. Smiling broadly, Michelle peeled her bra off, enjoying watching Love's eyes grow as wide as saucers as more of her smooth flesh was revealed. Michelle slowly licked her fingers and began toying with her nipples, making them puff out and harden. She loved women, maybe even a little more than she loved men. They were so soft and passionate and it looked like her new boss would soon be making her body an object of her passion.

"Come to me," Love softly commanded, holding her hand out. Michelle grasped it and allowed Love to pull her down beside her on the couch in the foyer. Love took Michelle's face in her hands and passionately kissed her. Michelle's perfume was intoxicating and Love couldn't help herself from burying her face in her cleavage, kissing the French girl's breasts all over and hefting the heavy mounds up so she could tongue and suck on her nipples.

"Ohhhhhh..." Michelle moaned, stroking Love's hair while she tasted her flesh. Love had wanted sex so bad, but this was beyond even her expectations. Everything about Michelle was making her horny and Love just wanted to be naked with her and do her part to improve American-French relations.

Love's lips returned to Michelle's and she soon got her first taste of the French girl's tongue. It was long and slid into her mouth like a snake. Mmmm I can't wait to feel that in my pussy, Love smirked. And speaking of which, she decided it was time to see what was underneath those red panties. Love stroked the front of the soaked garment, letting the wet material get her own skin damp. She then took the next step and slipped that hand inside Michelle's panties. Love almost squealed in joy when she discovered what was down there, or more accurately what wasn't there.

Needing to confirm this with her own eyes, Love lifted up Michelle's legs and slid her panties down. It made such a delightfully sexy sound when the panties were pulled from the wetness and Love felt her heart flutter when she saw that, yes, Michelle's pussy was shaved clean. Love had never been with a shaven girl until yesterday when she had had the privilege of snacking on Christina's baby bare pussy. It was just so sexy to see that smooth skin and the droplets of cream hanging from Michelle's slit. Love had to stroke that smooth pussy, much to Michelle's delight.

"Do you like?" Michelle asked. "Do you like my shaved pussy?"

"Oh yessss," Love moaned. "I like. I like so very much."

"Are you shaved?" Michelle asked and Love nodded her head no. Michelle then asked the words that convinced Love she had truly died and gone to heaven.

"Do you want me to shave you?"

And that's how it was that mere minutes later, Love was back in her room undressing as Michelle filled her whirlpool with water. The whirlpools came with every room, but so far they hadn't used any of them. It seemed that was about to change as Michelle added some bubble mix and soon turned it into their own little bubble bath. Michelle had disposed of her garter belt and stockings and was now naked. Love stared longingly at her great body while she undressed. Her business suit was soon crumpled on the floor of her room. Her cream blouse followed next and her bra then flew to the top of the pile of clothing. Love was about to complete the job by stripping off her panties when Michelle stopped her.

"Allow me madam," she whispered sexily into Love's ear. "Let your maid get you naked."

Getting her naked was the least of what Love wanted her maid to do to her and she eagerly consented to Michelle removing her panties. Love had kept her bush nice and trimmed but now she just wanted Michelle to shave her clean and smooth. It was something she had always kind of wanted to, but had never actually gotten around to. This was an opportunity she was not going to pass up.

"Get in," Michelle requested and the two of them entered the whirlpool together. The hot water covered their nude bodies and tickled their skin. After taking a moment to adjust to the water Love and Michelle gave themselves up to each other. Passionate probing kisses were exchanged, their bodies rubbing together in all the right places while the bubbles flowed all over. Michelle and Love moaned into each other's mouth and held each other tight, their large breasts pressing together and making a soapy mess.

Reaching for the materials she had gathered from Love, Michelle declared it was time to get to work. Love pulled herself out of the water, droplets dripping from her body as she positioned herself on the edge of the tub. She spread her legs and bit her lip in anticipation as Michelle got ready.

"Mmmm such a pretty pussy," Michelle cooed after she stroked the lips of Love's labia. Love just loved how she said the word "pussy." It was like she added the letter "o" in there before the "u." It just made the word sexier and Love got such a kick out of it.

The water had gotten Love's skin nice and tender and when Michelle spread cool shaving gel on her it gave her a jolt. Love had a smile of nervous anticipation on her face and Michelle thought it made her look quite beautiful. Love had done never shaven herself bare before and certainly had never had it done to her before. If this was as good as she thought it was going to be, she might have to have Michelle do this to her every day.

With a wanton look on her face, Michelle spread the gel all over Love, down to the thighs. She then began working the gel over the lips of Love's pussy, stroking them and basically turning Love into a quivering mess. She began massaging her breasts as Michelle worked her over with the gel, the coolness of it making a wonderful contrast with her hot skin. Christ, she was ready to come and all this girl had done was put shaving gel on her. What was it going to be like when she really got to work?

Michelle picked up the razor and began to use it, shaving away where she had gelled but not quite at Love's bush yet. Normally Love would have been nervous of anyone, even a lover, close to her with a razor, but for some reason she trusted Michelle completely. She had no doubt this girl was going to treat her with nothing but tender loving care.

Love began moaning as the razor began to shave away her bush. There wasn't much there to get rid of, but each time the razor grazed her skin it felt so erotic to Love. Would I be weird if I came just from her shaving me, Love wondered before she shrugged that thought off with the arrival of another tremor of pleasure from the slow strokes Michelle was giving her. The touch was so gentle, it was like nothing at all, but Love knew she was doing her job well and doing it very well.

A loud moan escaped Love's mouth as Michelle began concentrating on the lips of her pussy. That moan was followed by several softer, but more sustained ones that expressed the bliss Love felt as Michelle pulled her lips apart to get the closest shave she could.

For her part it was taking a lot for Michelle to not just get herself a taste of the beautiful, naked actress who was spread open before her. She had always heard stories about these celebrities being total sexual hedonists, but she figured why should they be any different than the rest of the California elite. If they could indulge in every kink imaginable, why shouldn't Love and her other friends? Love hadn't had to tell her that her housemates she made were lovers. That was something that was just assumed and Michelle couldn't wait to meet the other occupants of the house.

Putting aside her desire to throw the razor away and lick and suck Love to a screaming, thrashing orgasm, Michelle continued to shave her, she hoped soon to be boss, clean. Hearing Love's moans and feeling her obvious heat and wetness, Michelle carefully shaved both sides of her pussy, making sure she didn't miss a spot. After she finished, she made sure she had gotten all of her bush and then declared her job done. She used the water to rinse off what was left of the lather, leaving Love's skin clean and freshly shaven.

"Oh wow," Love sighed, pinching her hard nipples. "Those are special skills you have there Michelle."

"We have not even gotten to the special part yet," Michelle smiled. Love didn't even have to ask what the special part was because Michelle immediately began giving her shaving job an up close and personal inspection...with her tongue.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!" Love squealed. "Lick meee!"

Not wanting to disobey her employer before she even had the job, Michelle was happy to follow that particular instruction. Her tongue covered every piece of skin she had just shaved, showing beyond a shadow of a doubt that, yes, she had just done a damn fine job on Love. The pussy lips that had just felt the light touch of the razor were now being passionately licked and Love's juices were flowing right onto that hungry tongue.

Love spread her legs wide and soon Michelle's tongue had zeroed in on the swollen clit that lay beyond those shaven cunt lips. She gripped Love's thighs to pull herself closer and soon the French girl was tasting a delicious vintage of girl cream. Michelle often wondered why so many people chose to get drunk on wine when there was something just as intoxicating within easy reach.

Michelle alternated between furiously sucking Love's clit with her lips and thrashing her tongue inside. She had been so careful and gentle with the razor, but now Michelle was pure animal passion between Love's legs, much to her utter and complete delight. Love didn't even have to fuck Michelle's face, her maid was content to do all the work and Love was content to just lay back and ride the wave of pleasure that this wonderful tongue was bringing her.

When Love felt Michelle slid two fingers into her dripping snatch and begin to work them in and out, she almost lost it. But she didn't want this to end and, summoning all her resistance, she managed to hold off on coming for the moment. She let herself get close to the edge a number of times, before pulling herself back. It was a game she loved to play and it was only making her encounter with this hot little bitch even sweeter.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck me you goddamned French whore!" Love grunted, letting the dirty talk flow. Michelle didn't mind, for all her sexual confidence she quite enjoyed playing the sub. "You want this fucking job? Then fuck me good you bitch!"

Mmmm she's not quite America's Sweetheart now is she, Michelle smiled inside Love's pussy. Michelle's lower body was still in the water, her ass rising above the bubbles to give Love a great, soapy view of the wet, glistening skin. There was a water jet quite close to her own pussy, so Michelle's needs were certainly being addressed as she snacked away at Love.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! I don't know how France let you get away because you know how to fucking eat pussy!" Love cried out, her legs in the water kicking and splashing it everywhere. "I'm going to come all over your face! Is that what you want? I'm going to come all over your face you nasty Euro whore!"

Love continued to babble her vile profanities while Michelle did what she did best. She was good at other things, but she knew she was great at sex. She wished that America had the same attitudes toward sex that the French had. She still couldn't believe she got arrested here once for taking her clothes off at the beach. She was dedicated to loosening America's morals, one person at a time.

Right now she was concentrating on Love though and it didn't seem as if her morals needed any loosening at all. Michelle reveled in the cream she was getting from her new lover. If the others were as easy to seduce as Love was, Michelle knew she was going to relish working here. She could sense that Love was close to her peak point of arousal so she began to work her fingers in just a little bit harder and move her tongue slowly but surely down Love's pussy.

Even if Love had wanted Michelle to stop, which she very much did not want, she wouldn't have been able to keep her from doing this. Just as Love was busy coating those fingers working her tight pussy, she flipped from the sensation of Michelle's tongue teasing and then slipping inside her puckered pink asshole.

"YESSSSSSSS LICK IT YOU NASTY GIRL!!!" Love roared her body beginning to buck and bounce on the cold tile of the whirlpool's edge. Feeling that long, talented tongue in her asshole and having those two fingers pushing in and out was just what Love needed to not only cross the border but blast a hole through it with dynamite.

Having a tongue inside her ass always made Love feel so lewd and naughty, so it was a sure fire way to get a screaming orgasm out of her. This girl knew how to make her feel good and Love rewarded her with a generous helping of her girl cum. Even as Love's body went off like a bag of gunpowder, Michelle kept right on licking at Love's ass while her finger stimulated her clit. She didn't know anyone, man or woman, who could make it past her dual stimulations and Love was no exception. The cream from her orgasm not only covered her hand but drooled down from her pussy to her ass, where Michelle was to lick it all up.

"Mmmmmmm ohhhhhhhh baby..." Love mewed, her orgasmic energies flowing out onto Michelle's tongue and fingers. "Nasty fucking bitch. Making me come. Ohhhhh that tongue is soooo fucking nice! You're a bad little French girl!"

"Mmmm oui," Michelle smiled the satisfied smile of a girl who'd gotten exactly what she had come for. Her own orgasm had been much quieter than Love's cries to heaven, but that had only been because her mouth was busy elsewhere.

"By the way you're hired," Love said, making official what both girls already knew.

"When can I start?" Michelle asked.

"Oh I think you already did," Love teased.

"So she just ate you out right there in the hot tub?" Jennifer asked incredulously.

"Mmm hmm," Love smiled proudly as the two stood and talked in the kitchen. "What's the matter, don't you believe me?"

"Oh I believe you," Jennifer said, wanting to meet this maid for herself very badly. "I definitely believe you. I just wish she hadn't gone by the time I got back."

"See that's what you get for going to work," Love teased.

"Seems like I missed something," Rose deduced as she walked into the conversation. "What are you two talking about?"

"Show her Love," Jennifer smiled, knowing how much Rose was going to love seeing this.

Eager to show off for her housemates, Love undid the top of her jeans and pushed them down along with her panties. This naturally exposed her newly shaven status and Rose's reaction was typically enthusiastic.

"Holy hell," Rose marveled. She wasn't the type to just look when she could touch so, without any permission, she reached over and began to stroke the bare lips. This elicited a sexy shudder from Love, who didn't mind the uninvited violation one bit. "I love it! Did you do it to yourself or did Jennifer handle the blade?"

"Neither," Jennifer answered. "Love hired a maid for us today and this is the first example of her handiwork."

"After one interview you've got her shaving your puss?" Rose laughed. "Congrats girl, that's fast even for you."

"What can I say, I'm irresistible," Love giggled. She began pulling up her jeans, but Rose smacked her hand away.

"And I'm incorrigible," Rose smirked. "So I want to get myself a taste."

"Hey, I was here first," Jennifer interjected. "I'm tasting this girl first!"

"Didn't you two ever learn to share?" Love joked. "Good thing I'm a fair girl. You both can taste me!"

But before the girls could progress from flirting to actual tasting, Sarah walked in with a lot on her mind.

"Sarah!" Jennifer greeted her. "You're just in time! We were just about to turn Love into dinner."

"Mmm sounds yummy, but I can't stay," Sarah said. "Got plans tonight."

"Plans?" Rose demanded. "Are you out cheating on us bitch?"

"Other way around," Sarah sighed, and then shrugged off her own comment. "Freddie's back in town and we're getting together."

"Oh Freddie," Love said with a disappointing sigh. He was her ex-boyfriend, but that had never caused any tension between her and Sarah. He frankly hadn't meant enough to her for their relationship to leave much of an impact on her life. Freddie wasn't worth fighting over with a girl who had brought her such intense pleasure. Also, having been a part of the Freddie Prinze Jr. experience first hand, Love eagerly endorsed Alyson's opinion that he wasn't good enough for Sarah.

"God why on Earth would you want to be with him when you could be with us?" Rose declared with her usual candor.

"Don't start with her you two," Jennifer leapt in. She knew exactly what Sarah was going through. She went through it herself every day. Even though Freddie was no Brad Pitt, Sarah loved him enough to wear his ring and that was more than enough for Jennifer. If Sarah wanted to be with him, then it was her decision and Jennifer was ready to support her completely. "So what are you two doing tonight?"

"Just going to dinner," Sarah answered. "It's actually kind of a double date thing. We're going out with Ryan Phillippe and Reese Witherspoon."

At the sound of Reese's name, the assembled girls all perked up and shot each other knowing glances.

"Ohhhhhhhh so now I see," Rose smirked. "Freddie's gonna be drooling over you all night and you're only going to have eyes for Reese. Nicely played Sarah. You think you'll be able to bring her over later? We can have her for dessert."

"It's not like that," Sarah stated, quite unconvincingly.

"Oh sure it's not," Love teased. "Like you're not going to be undressing Reese with your eyes all night. You'll be dragging her into the ladies room for some loving before your entrees are even there."

"I'm not even sure she'd be into it," Sarah blushed, knowing that had been exactly what she was thinking.

"Oh come on Sarah," Rose chided. "Hasn't everything that's gone on here taught you anything? We can seduce anyone! Why are you getting scared now? You sure weren't scared when you broke into my trailer."

"I might have been if I'd know you were going to stick Mr. Snappy in my ass," Sarah laughed.

"Oh my God!' Jennifer gasped. "How did you take it there? That would have broken me in half!"

"Mmmm Sarah can take anything you throw at her," Love said admiringly. "Sometimes I think she's the biggest nympho of all of us."

"Sarah you seduced every one of us here," Rose pointed out. "What makes you think you can't take on one little southern belle? What's the matter, afraid Freddie will find out you love pussy more than whatever he can offer you?"

"Well yeah," Sarah admitted. "That's a pretty damn big concern. What if it doesn't work out and he finds out. I don't want to hurt him."

"Even if he deserves it?" Love grumbled softly, only Rose giving any type of indication she heard her by sending her a warm smile.

"You should just dump him tonight," Rose suggested. "That would solve everything, wouldn't it?"

"Suggestion noted," Sarah sighed. "And ignored."

"Fine, just make sure you invite us to the wedding," Rose said snidely. "I'm sure it will be the goddamn social event of the year. Are you even going to let us come or are we just going to have to see the pictures in People?"

"Why are you all being like this?" Sarah demanded. "I just want to live my life! Freddie is a part of my life! I'm going to dinner with him and I am not going to be running off with Reese!"

"We just want you to be happy, honey," Jennifer explained. "None of us want to see you settling for something less than you deserve."

"None of you know him the way I do," Sarah protested. "Ummm except for you Love. I-"

"Don't worry, Sarah," Love assured her. "That was a long time ago."

"Look if you say you love Freddie and want to marry him then that's all we need to hear," Jennifer said. "We're all here for you. You know that don't you?"

"Of course I know it," Sarah said. "It's...it's just very confusing."

"Believe me I know," Jennifer said. "It's not like I've told Brad what I do. I mean I'll have to someday. I just...you know."

"You don't want this to end," Rose interjected. "None of us do. We may have men in our lives or not, but we all know that none of them can do what we do for each other. I don't want to lose you to Brad, Jennifer and I sure as hell don't want to lose you to Freddie, Sarah. I love you guys. I've never felt this happy or safe with anyone before. Not Marilyn. Not anybody."

"Awww you're not going to lose me," Sarah replied, hugging Rose. "No matter what happens with me and Freddie I'm not going to stop. I wouldn't stop this for anything especially since you're finally developing a soft side, Rose."

"Hey I got to keep you guys guessing, don't I," Rose smiled. "What fun is it if I'm the bitch all the time?"

"Just as long as you stay our bitch," Jennifer replied warmly.

"Oh no, you're my bitches, it's never the other way around," Rose corrected her.

"So to change the subject back to where it belongs," Love stated. "If you're not going after Reese, does that mean I can take a crack at her? I just love southern girls."

"You love any girls," Sarah accurately pointed out, before remembering something she'd noticed when she'd walked in, but shaken off. "Did you shave your pussy, Love?"

"No, Michelle did!" Love gleefully reported. "Wanna see?"

"Absolutely," Sarah said with a quick lick of her lips. "But who's Michelle?"

"The maid," Jennifer reported. "Looks like we've got a new girl around the house. Oh! Make that two! Jewel wants to move in! I told her we'd talk it over first."

"Fuck talking, let her move in," Sarah replied. "I think I was the only one who didn't get a crack at her yesterday."

"Now that's the Sarah I know and love," Rose laughed. "But I think you'll be too busy with Reese, so I'll make sure Jewel gets the welcome she deserves."

"Oh I'm sure you will," Sarah replied. "But there's not going to be anything going on between me and Reese."

However, even though Sarah said those very words, it didn't mean she had to believe them. As she sat there in the restaurant, she was trying very hard to play the devoted fiancee and hang on every word of Freddie's. Yet somehow she couldn't help but stare over the table toward Reese and the way her short blonde hair perfectly framed her adorable face. It was like she was always bathed in this holy light from above. That's one angel I'd love to be touched by, Sarah laughed to herself loving her lewd thought.

She hadn't seen Reese in a few months, but they had bonded while filming the movie. A lot had been riding on them at that point. They were being counted on to get guys to come to the film and that was a lot of pressure to put on two young actresses without big box office hits behind them. The experience bonded them as friends and now Sarah had to think that maybe, just maybe they could become something a little more.

Sarah had always thought Reese was beautiful. She had a perfectly proportioned face, one you just wanted to take in your hands and kiss. Sarah had sometimes worried she was becoming too skinny, but that was never a problem with Reese. She had just the right amount of curves, her body type falling right in the middle of her own and the more voluptuous Jennifer Lopez type. Sarah had always been able to appreciate the female form, but when Reese and her had gotten to be friends it had been in a "She's good looking way" and nothing more. Now everything was different.

Any potential seduction could potentially have been made easier if they had kept to an earlier draft of the script. The original draft of the script had ended with Sarah and Reese's characters kissing. The kiss was more about control than romance, but it had been a kiss nonetheless. Sarah even had a bottle of tequila for her and Reese to crack open to make it easier, but the script had been changed and the scene was never shot. It hadn't really affected Sarah at the time, but now she was mourning a lost opportunity.

If only there was a way to do this, Sarah thought. Despite Rose and Love's nymphomaniacal urges, there was no way she could just drag Reese off to the ladies room for passionate sapphic experience. First off, having sex outside by the pool of her own house was one thing, it was quite another to do it in the ladies room of a public restaurant. Second, she had no idea if Reese would be into it. The atmosphere at poolside had been such that a refusal of a lesbian advance would have been impossible. The sexual mood was so intoxicating there. If Sarah had had a chance to go at Reese then, she would have, but not so now.

"Hello...earth to Sarah," Reese said, waving her hand in Sarah's face and breaking her out of her self-induced daze.

"What?" Sarah asked. "What did I miss?"

"We were just wondering if you two set a date for the wedding," Reese explained. "And you were off in your own universe there."

"She must be too busy thinking about you man," Ryan said to Freddie, misreading the situation quite completely.

"Hey, I tell ya I'm irresistible," Freddie added. "She can't get enough of me." He then leaned over to Sarah and kissed her on the lips. It was a soft peck suitable for public view, but it still felt weird to Sarah. In Freddie's absence, Sarah had grown quite accustomed to the soft lips of another woman. Freddie's kiss was still very nice, it just couldn't quite measure up to the lips she'd been tasting recently.

"So, do you have a date or what?" Reese asked again. "We got married in June and it was just wonderful. There's a good reason why so many people get married then. It's the perfect time. It's not too hot and you really have an excellent chance of having great weather."

"Well we really haven't set a date yet," Sarah began.

"June sounds great though," Freddie interrupted. "I'm all for getting this done as soon as possible."

"Well that's a bit of a change of heart," Sarah said. It had been a struggle to even get a ring out of him, but that seemed to be a trait typical of all men. "What's bringing this on?"

"I just want to make sure you don't get away," Freddie answered sincerely.

"Oooh I can't decide if that's romantic or possessive," Reese declared with a smile.

"It's purely romantic I assure you," Freddie said. "Besides my agent says a marriage will be good for my career at this point. Studios will think of me more as a grounded, family man."

"As opposed to the hard drinking and drugging club goer you are now?" Ryan asked sarcastically, making fun of his friend's reputation as extremely mild.

"Wow, getting married on your agent's advice, now THAT'S romantic," Sarah sighed affectionately while she mussed a little with his hair. He could be such a putz sometimes, but he did mean well she supposed.

"Hey at least you're closing in on a date," Reese said. "It took me forever to get Mr. No Commitment here to the altar. I practically had to resort to torture to get a date out of him. He waited so long I thought I was going to go into labor right before the 'You can kiss the bride part.'"

"I was just being cautious," Ryan defended himself. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get married in South Carolina? It's always hurricane season there!"

"Men," Reese sighed, shaking her head. "If you weren't needed for procreation purposes there'd be a lot more lesbians out there. At least you guys still have a use."

"Oh I agree," Sarah said, before making sure she didn't reveal too much of herself there. "I mean about the thing with guys still having a use."

"You weren't complaining about my use last night," Ryan whispered to Reese, but still loud enough for the other two at the table to hear them.

"Stop!" Reese nervously blushed.

"So tell me about this place you moved to without telling me," Freddie suddenly said, almost causing Sarah to choke on her food.

"You moved?" Reese asked. "Why? I loved your old place! What's the new one like?"

"Don't ask me," Freddie said. "I sure haven't seen it yet."

"Well it's a long story," Sarah began, searching for a way to make this seem innocent and cursing Freddie for bringing it up now. Couldn't he have waited until they were alone before she had to explain herself. "And it's going to sound weird when I say it."

"Well now I'm dying to hear the explanation," Ryan added.

"Well the lease on my place was coming up," Sarah lied blatantly. "I needed a place to crash until you came back and made me a bride so I shacked up with some other actresses."

"Wow, not quite what I was expecting to hear," Reese responded. "Isn't that what you're supposed to do before you're a star?"

"Who are your roomies?" Ryan asked, though Sarah could see he was quickly becoming bored with the conversation.

"Jennifer Love Hewitt and Rose McGowan," Sarah answered, leaving Jennifer out of it because she didn't want to open any can of worms that would lead to questions about her and Brad.

"You and Love?" Reese asked, remembering the rivalry that had ultimately led to their after audition confrontation. "Wow, I never thought I'd see the day."

"Rose McGowan?" Freddie asked, furrowing his brow in concern. "Isn't she supposed to be some kind of psycho or something?"

"Oh she is so not!" Sarah insisted, quickly rising to defend Rose's honor.

"I don't know, I heard she was into cutting herself and she and Manson did that whole blood worshipping thing," Freddie said.

"I think that's Angelina and Billy Bob," Ryan added. "I heard Rose and Manson were into sick stuff with animals and all that. I'm pretty sure they were Satan worshippers."

"I heard that too," Freddie replied. "I also heard they liked to order those girls from like all the old Soviet countries you can get off the Internet and then they'd strap them down in a dungeon and rape and torture them until they died from starvation and then they'd get to work on the bodies. She's like the sickest pervert in Hollywood."

"Oh my God!" Sarah said hotly, throwing her napkin down in frustration and getting up from the table. "You two don't even know her! Excuse me, please!"

Sarah then stalked off toward the ladies room, if for no other reason than to get away from the table. She wished Rose was here so she could tell those two off in her usual, colorful fashion. They didn't know anything about her. How could they say those things about her? Sarah was really pissed by this. She was mad at Freddie for making her have to come up with a quick lie about the house and she was mad that they could say things like that about someone she cared about. Of course, in their defense, they didn't know how much Rose really meant to her. But still that was no excuse and Sarah began to feel angry tears forming. She quickly dabbed them away.

"Are you ok?" Sarah suddenly heard a voice ask her. She whirled around to see Reese standing behind her. "I'm sorry Ryan said those things. He didn't know she was your friend. I didn't even know, but he shouldn't have said them anyway. It was rude. You know how boys can be sometimes."

"Unfortunately yes," Sarah said, swallowing her anger. "I shouldn't have stormed away though."

"It's no problem, I understand," Reese sweetly assured her. "Sometimes you just need to run away for a few minutes."

Reese then paused for a few seconds before she spoke again.

"God, it's good to see you again, Sarah," Reese said. "It's been too long."

"Way too long," Sarah added as she and Reese hugged. "I've been a bit of a bitch about keeping in touch. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Reese replied. "I've been a bitch about it too. It's just that with Ryan, Ava and the movie, it's been a little much lately."

"I can only imagine," Sarah said, shaking her head from thinking of how much Reese had to deal with. She had a two-year-old daughter at home and was taking control of producing her movies. Her salary was spiraling up after the big summer success of "Legally Blonde" and yet she still seemed so in control and down to Earth. It was a life that Sarah envied.

"I could use a little time away myself," Reese admitted. "Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't you and I hang together tomorrow? We could go shopping and make snide comments about our guys and their shortcomings behind their backs."

Sarah was afraid her jaw dropped to the floor when she heard that offer. It was like she was being handled a golden opportunity. She'd have no better chance to see if Reese was open to a little sexual exploration than after spending the day together. They could catch up and Sarah could see if she was willing to push her boundaries a little.

"Oh yeah!" Sarah replied, with what she hoped wasn't too much enthusiasm. She didn't want to scare her off. "That sounds great."

"Super," Reese smiled happily. "You can show me your new place and everything."

While Sarah had been happy to fantasize about Reese, she had never figured she'd actually have a chance as good as this. What was an innocent day in Reese's eyes was something Sarah hoped to use to make another hot dream come true. Needless to say Sarah returned to the table in a much better mood than when she had left.

"So I still can't believe he picked some no talent guy like Tobey Maguire to play Spider Man," Freddie was saying to Ryan when they sat back down. Sarah swore he was like a broken record on that subject. "I mean what's he ever done? 'Cider House Rules?' Give me a break! And 'Wonder Boys?' C'mon get serious! 'Boys and Girls' doubled the box office gross of that movie. I tell you that thing is going to be box office disaster without me as the webslinger."

Sarah sighed, if Freddie was on this subject already then it was going to be a long night of ranting for him. Still at least she had tomorrow to look forward to and the possibility that Reese would be joining her and her housemates in some naked fun.