Harem

Well then it's been awhile since we last chatted, hasn't it? Has the time away been worth it? Will this newest chapter of gooey, creamy Harem goodness meet the anticipation that has been building? Well only time will tell. I think it's pretty dang good. Now we just have to see what you all think.

But before we get down to the fun, there are a few items to be checked off on the new agenda. First the reading of the minutes and the treasurer's report. What's that? You waive reading of the minutes and the treasurer's report? Well if that's the consensus then we can just skip onto plot summary.

When we last left the sexy girls of Malibu there was much snuggling, smooching and post orgasmic glowing. Rose and Love met up with Sarah, Jennifer and Jewel in New York City just like they'd been planning and had ended up fucking each other silly in the hotel just like they'd been planning. The happy ending only got happier when a call from Brad brought Jennifer back to her husband's arms and they took a tentative first step toward reconciliation. But with Sarah's marriage to Freddie looming and her secret plan to leave Malibu forever once she took her vows hanging over her head, were there more storm clouds on the horizon?

Meanwhile at the mansion, the collective forces of Alyssa, Britney and Christina, along with their newest housemate Jessica Alba, did not destroy the place into a heap of rubble. But it did rock the structure to its foundations, particularly when Hilary Duff was seduced into surrendering both her pussy and ass cherries to Britney and Christina's strap ons. Avril Lavigne also found herself on the business end of Jessica's strap on and got herself nice and humiliated in the process. So I'm sure that won't come back to bite anyone in the ass or anything. Nooooooooooo sir. Just like Christina's plan to hire Jenna Jameson to seduce and blackmail Mandy Moore won't have any blow back onto her or Britney. It just aint gonna happen.

Rose's troubles also got a little bit more troublesome when a sex club confrontation between Alyson and Jaime resulted in the psycho blonde's arrest for kidnapping Tara, who was quite dazzlingly rescued by young Delbert, even as he and his compatriots responded to their arch enemy's possession of the MAW Device by planning to activate the dreaded Plan B.

So that's where we are now and if you have any questions, I don't have time to explain all of previous 14 chapters so just go read the backlog or something at either www.c-s-s-a.com or http://groups.yahoo.com/group/stargazerz/

However, I do have time for all praise and criticism, as long as it's constructive and not just about how much I suck or how my mother has improper relations with farm animals. I put a hell of a lot of hard work into this. By the time I finished this chapter I was like the Jason Robards version of Howard Hughes, not the Leonardo DiCaprio version. So your feedback is much appreciated. I want to know what you guys think of this story so please email me your thoughts at KMB2476@aol.com

In the thank you department, let's give a shout out to KayJay for his proofreading, friendship and for not taunting me too hard when the Mets sucked again. To Bethany for telling me everything I do is good and for still speaking to me when I constantly let her down. To Jen for her unflagging support and telling me this story rocked even when I was convinced it sucked and for giving me extremely useful instructions and tips for the proper training and treatment of kitties. She's the main reason I finished this thing and didn't just give it all up as an unfinished, untamed mess. And of course to Ghoulardi. He's out there somewhere folks. We just don't know where.

Finally this story is dedicated to the memory of Jim Holliday. You might not know his name and you might not know his movies. But if there was ever someone to admire in porn it was him. Sex didn't have to be angry or overdone or overblown in his movies. It was about beautiful girls getting naked and having fun. That's what The Harem is all about. His spirit will hopefully live on in the series he helped inspire.

And now for the disclaimers. This story is fictional and is not meant to be an accurate representation of any of the women involved. Second, this story is not meant to be read by anyone under the age of 18. It's sexual in nature and we all know that no one thinks about sex until they magically reach their 18th birthday. But hey at least if you're under 18 you can't get drafted either, so there's the silver lining for your cloud junior.

Ok...enough babble, I've filled up nearly two pages here already...let's start making the love...Harem style...

The Harem Episode 15 Book One "The Fellowship of the Mansion" By KMB

With a moan, Sarah felt herself begin to awaken. It was the slow descent from dreaminess to consciousness and it was so gentle that Sarah couldn't help but smile, even before she was fully free of the fog of sleep.

It was like drifting down from a cloud and that was the kind of waking up that Sarah didn't mind at all. There was nothing hard or sudden about it at all. It was just a soft push out of dreamland.

And speaking of dreams Sarah had been having a lovely one. She had been naked, but it wasn't the "winning an Oscar without clothes on" dream. Here she had been naked and having her pleasures attended to like she was Cleopatra or another regal female. She was having her pussy licked with skillful, slow tongue strokes that lapped up her wetness while slaves nursed at her tender breasts and fed her peeled grapes. She was being treated as her status as a queen demanded she be and it was heaven.

Of course in this dream, Sarah's obedient slaves were all female. Her sex life had been all about girls lately, so why not her dreams as well? The female slaves attending to her breasts and pussy, as well as the one feeding her the grapes, were of the faceless variety. But Sarah didn't need to see their faces. All she cared about was that they were naked with beautiful bodies and that they were concentrating entirely on her.

It had been an absolutely delicious dream and Sarah's only regret, as she slowly got her bearings back, was that she hadn't been able to come. If she'd been asleep for just a little while longer, Sarah had no doubt that her dream girls would have licked her to a sweet little orgasm.

In fact, even as she began to wake, Sarah felt like her dream was continuing. The pleasure she had been feeling swell inside her was still growing. It was then that Sarah woke up enough to notice that she was not alone in her bed. There was a lump under her blankets, positioned perfectly between her legs and whoever was forming this lump was licking her pussy with meticulous skill. Fortunately, this pleasure was no dream.

"Mmmmmmmm..." Sarah moaned happily. She didn't even attempt to push this mystery girl away. Sarah knew it was a girl. Even if boys were allowed as overnight guests at the mansion, which they weren't, no man she had ever been with had ever licked her pussy this well.

Sarah supposed she should have been used to this by now. There had been so many times since she had discovered the wonders of female flesh that a soft girl tongue had awoken her. Sarah had loved every time it had happened and it was just as blissful this morning. Whoever it was between her legs, Sarah didn't want her to stop until she'd licked up every drop of sweet girl cream she had to offer.

Closing her eyes and letting the pleasure from this tongue course through her body, Sarah moaned again and tried to figure out who it was licking her. It was too soft to be Rose and too slow to be Britney or Christina. It could have been Love or Jennifer or maybe Jewel. There were so many suspects for this sexy crime and Sarah couldn't stand the suspense another moment.

Opening her eyes, Sarah reached down and pulled the blankets away from her body. When the guilty party was revealed, Sarah smiled and giggled in surprise. It wasn't whom she had expected. But it was a very welcome visitor, nonetheless.

"Bon matin," Sarah moaned, adopting another language to greet the woman pleasuring her so.

"Le bon matin ma belle madame," Michelle grinned, peering up from Sarah's legs, still dressed in her maid's uniform. "Je ne pourrais pas vous résister quand j'ai vu que vous dormant."

"You're forgiven," Sarah sighed as her sexy maid got back to work on her pussy. Sarah had never had much of a desire to learn French before, but when they had hired Michelle, she had suddenly wanted to know all she could about the language.

Now she knew enough to have a few choppy conversations with her maid and Sarah had already learned one of the most important things. Everything sounded better with a soft, sexy French accent.

"Ohhhhh don't stop Michelle," Sarah moaned as the sexy blonde fed on her wet pussy with long, steady tongue strokes against her slit, lapping up her leaking juices. Michelle slid her tongue back inside Sarah's cunt, licking at her pink folds and making the actress writhe in passion on the bed.

"Yessss this is how you should always be waking me up Michelle," Sarah groaned. "Lick my pussy you sexy little French slut! Make me feed you some creamy breakfast!"

"Mmmmm that is just what I want," Michelle grinned, peering up from between Sarah's legs with juice-coated lips. "I want you to come all over your slutty maid's face Sarah! Make your cream drip from my face. You looked so beautiful that I knew I needed to wake you. I needed to fuck my sexy madame!"

Michele then pushed her tongue right back inside Sarah's pussy, heading right for her clitoris and making her groan and arch her back in pleasure on the bed. Michelle's uniform of black and white lace rubbed against Sarah's legs while she licked her. The only thing Michelle had removed before she had crawled into bed with Sarah had been her shoes.

She had come into the room as part of her regular maid duties. She had just wanted to collect Sarah's laundry, but as soon as she had seen the sleeping actress, Michelle had been unable to control her own desires. The sleeping beauty had been a siren call that Michelle hadn't even tried to resist.

Sarah had looked so gorgeous, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling so peacefully under her blankets. It had been obvious from the way the blankets were pulled down that Sarah had been naked underneath, so it had been so easy for Michelle to set down her laundry basket, pull away the covers and get to work.

Michelle supposed it was technically wrong to just walk in and start licking a sleeping girl without permission, but no one at the mansion had ever complained when she had done it before.

Besides, Sarah had been away for so long and Michelle had been so hungry for some girl cream that morning that no sane person would have done differently in her position. And now her efforts had given her the reward of having Sarah's wet, dripping pussy pressed to her lips with her hot, delicious juices only a few licks away.

"Mmmmmmm more..." Sarah moaned, one hand running through Michelle's long blonde hair and the other playing with her own tits. Sarah went back and forth on her breasts, tugging and teasing one swollen nipple and then going after the other one. It all felt so good and Sarah knew she wasn't going to last long under this expert licking from her maid. She could already feel her orgasm stirring in her body.

"Ughhhhh that's it...suck that clit!" Sarah gasped when Michelle fastened her lips to her pulsating clitoris. Her clit was aching for morning love and Michelle gave Sarah just what she needed. "Ohhhhh you nasty fucking girl! Sneaking into my room and eating my pussy while I was sleeping! I should spank your ass raw for that! Don't you fucking stop Michelle! Get that tongue in my pussy and fuck me like the cum hungry little slut you are! Mmmmmmm you couldn't fucking resist this hot, tight cunt of mine, could you? Just wanted to jam that slutty tongue up me and eat me out! You're going to get what you want you naughty whore! Just keep sucking that clit!"

Sarah had to close her eyes and roll her head around on her soft pillow as the pleasure rushed over her from Michelle's well-trained lips on her clitoris. Even with all the fun she had had in New York City, nothing could ever compare to this. Not even the city of her birth and the beautiful women therein were as good as the non stop pleasure that had been waiting for her return in Malibu.

Feeling Michelle lick her like this had Sarah longing for it never to stop. And it just made it harder for her to know that she was going to be walking away from all of this. She and Freddie had been planning their wedding for months and now that she had returned from New York, it was just a week away. Sarah had already decided that when she got married she had to stop her fun here. It wasn't right to do that to Freddie. She wanted her marriage to work. She was going to have to commit and never look back.

Sarah already knew how hard it was going to be and it was getting harder with every orgasm one of her friends gave her. No one else had any idea she was planning to do this and Sarah knew that she was going to break the hearts of the girls closest to her with her decision. She didn't want to do it, but she felt as though she had to.

But Sarah didn't want to think about that now, though. She was still a free woman and she was going to make the absolute most of these last days. She was going to deny herself nothing. Sarah was planning on indulging in as many orgasms as possible these next few days and that was starting right here with Michelle and her sexy tongue.

"Harder! Lick harder!" Sarah commanded her loyal servant. "Lick that wet little pussy like you fucking mean it Michelle! Make me come!"

The maid was completely committed to her job. Her own pussy was dripping hot juice down her legs, but Michelle didn't pay it any mind. She was completely focused on Sarah's pulsating clit and how it throbbed under her tongue strokes.

Michelle loved getting so wet that her pussy dripped without any relief. It just made her own inevitable pleasure that much sweeter. Sometimes she would go a whole day without touching herself while she feasted on the sweet, beautiful pussies of her famous bosses. Then when she finally allowed herself to come it was like a true explosion in her body.

Hearing Sarah command her and spit out dirty words of desperate need had Michelle almost drooling into the actress' cunt. She had missed Sarah and all of the girls so much while they had been away and Michelle was going to make sure she showed them that the best way she knew how. Michelle let the hot, creamy juices Sarah was feeding her soak her tongue and she began licking harder. Sarah was so close and Michelle wasn't moving an inch from her position until she had made her madame orgasm.

"Ughhhhhh yeahhhhhhh so fucking close," Sarah grunted before her words turned into garbled, breathless cries of passion.

Sarah wanted this to last, but Michelle's tongue was too much for her to resist. Sarah rocked her hips up against the French girl's face, pressing her steaming cunt up even closer to her flushed skin. Michelle greedily licked, her hands stroking Sarah's thighs as she kneeled in between the former slayer's spread legs, each tongue stroke getting her closer and closer.

Michelle had her face right up against Sarah, not allowing for an inch of space between her and her madame's bare flesh. Michelle had just given Sarah's pussy a touch up the day before and now she was happily pressed up to the clean-shaven mons. Michelle loved being with shaved girls. There was nothing to tickle her skin or irritate her face. It was just smooth, soft girl flesh for her to kiss and lick.

The French girl kept licking Sarah, each tongue stroke sending a shot of pleasure through Sarah's naked body, making her buck on the bed. Sarah's body shook with the ecstasy Michelle's tongue was giving her and each thrust up and down made her ass bounce and grind against the soft sheets. It was all accompanied by high-pitched squeals of delight with every lick. Sarah was gasping for breath and crying out as best she could while loving every second of it. Her frenzied yips of rapture were filling Michelle's ears and making her lick harder.

Sarah's clit throbbed under Michelle's tongue and when she finally paused licking, it was only to start sucking on the girl's pleasure center. Michelle wrapped her lips around the super sensitive bud and sucked on it fiercely, drawing Sarah's orgasm right out of her without a second's more delay.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Sarah screamed in relief, her orgasm rushing through her body. She couldn't have stood waiting much longer. She had needed to come and Michelle gave her body what it craved. While she cried out in breathless, garbled exclamations of ecstasy, Sarah's body arched off the bed and she curled up her toes. The pleasure coursed through every inch of her and left her face sweaty and smiling.

Sarah's cries filled the room and no doubt escaped out through the closed door, entertaining whichever housemates were passing by. Sarah hoped they heard her. She hoped every girl in the house heard how hard Michelle was making her come. Sarah wanted them all to join her. She wanted an orgy right here in her bed...a non-stop tangle of naked girl flesh that never ended.

"Oooooooooooooh..." Sarah groaned as her orgasm finally cycled down. She fell back onto the bed, rubbing her bare ass against the sheets and indulging in her afterglow.

"Mmmmmmm good girl...clean that pussy out...ooooooooh lick up every drop of that cum," Sarah groaned, caressing Michelle's hair and feeling her whole body tingle in pleasure.

When Michelle felt she had finally licked Sarah dry, she pulled herself up and pressed her fully dressed body to Sarah's nude one. Michelle lay atop of Sarah and kissed her passionately; sharing the juices she had collected with her beautiful madame. Sarah immediately kissed back, sliding her tongue into Michelle's mouth and tasting her own orgasm.

"Thank you," Sarah sighed happily when the kiss finally broke.

"The pleasure is all mine," Michelle smiled, sliding off the bed and picking up the forgotten laundry basket as she left the naked Sarah lying on her bed, glowing in orgasm. Michelle's own pussy would have soaked her panties by now if she had been wearing any. But since she was bare underneath her uniform there was nowhere for her juices to go but down her legs.

Michelle loved how those hot juices felt tingling against her skin. She didn't care that she hadn't come. Giving Sarah pleasure had brought Michelle pleasure and she was feeling good through every inch of her body as she strode out back into the hallway, the taste of Sarah still all over her lips.

By now everyone else was starting to stir out of their beds and it didn't take long for Michelle to encounter another of the house's residents.

"Good morning Rose," Michelle said cheerfully to the raven-haired sex goddess as they passed in the hallway.

"Morning Michelle," Rose replied. She walked right by Michelle and then suddenly froze and turned around. "Hold it. Get your ass right back here."

Michelle immediately obeyed, turning around and walking back toward Rose.

"Is something wrong Rose?" Michelle asked, her voice purring as she leaned forward and pressed her cleavage up to make sure Rose had plenty of reasons to not be mad at her. She didn't know what she had done to upset the actress, but Michelle was sure she could flirt her way out of it.

"What have you been up to this morning?" Rose demanded, eying Michelle suspiciously.

"Me? Not a thing Rose," Michelle lied, batting her eyes and playing innocent.

"Yeah right," Rose smirked before reaching out and grabbing Michelle by her uniform. The sudden action caused Michelle to drop her laundry basket, but she didn't mind, especially when Rose pressed her lips to hers in a hot kiss. Michelle moaned as Rose kissed her passionately, sucking on her tongue and tasting her lips. But just as suddenly as it had begun, Rose ended it.

"I knew it," Rose said triumphantly, licking her own lips. "I'd recognize that flavor anywhere. It's Sarah. Were you a naughty little whore Michelle? Were you sneaking into Sarah's room when I wasn't looking?"

"I am sorry," Michelle admitted, blushing a little at having been caught. "I saw her sleeping and she looked so beautiful. I could not help it. I had to have her."

"What did I tell you about that?" Rose said, grabbing Michelle's long blonde hair and giving it a forceful tug. It wasn't a painful pull, just enough for Michelle to listen up and remember who was boss.

"You said we could not play with Sarah today," Michelle sighed, loving the hard feel of Rose's hand in her hair.

"That's right, so why were you sneaking around and licking Sarah's pussy when I told you not to?" Rose demanded.

"I am sorry...I...I...could not help it," Michelle moaned, Rose's free hand pinching her nipples through her uniform.

"Well you'd better help it, otherwise your invitation to the party might disappear," Rose said.

"No...no...please...I will be good," Michelle claimed, desperate not to lose the invitation that had been promised to her. Everything she had been told about the party had been amazing. She had to be there. She couldn't miss it.

"Are you going to behave?" Rose asked.

"Yes, I will be a good girl," Michelle replied, her voice filled with desire as Rose continued to tug on her hair and pinch her nipples. "I will do whatever you say Rose."

"Are you going to play with Sarah anymore today?" Rose asked.

"No...you have forbidden it," Michelle answered.

"Good girl," Rose smirked, letting go of Michelle's hair and releasing her nipple. "Now go finish the fucking laundry and get your ass to my room and get naked. I think a naughty little cunt like you needs to spend some time with Mr. Snappy."

"Mmmmmmmm whatever you wish madame," Michelle moaned, smiling blissfully at just the thought of Rose's favorite toy inside her pussy...or better yet...her ass.

Michelle picked up her fallen laundry basket, gathering the scattered clothes in the process, and making her way down to the laundry room. Despite her position, Michelle had never really been one for housework and now she had even more incentive to get everything done quicker.

Rose took a moment to study the maid's ass before making her own way downstairs. She watched Michelle's sexy curves under her uniform, the short ruffled skirt just long enough to cover her cheeks but give anyone a great view should she bend over. Rose couldn't help but lick her lips. She could already hear that little French whore's cries of passion as she fucked her.

Despite Michelle's little playtime with Sarah, Rose's plan was still moving along nicely. Everything was in place and Rose was confident she could take some time to tend to her own pleasure without everything going to hell. But before she taught Michelle a little lesson about following orders, Rose knew she had to take care of something else first. She didn't like fucking on an empty stomach. Breakfast was her new priority.

Walking downstairs, a short, silky red kimono the only thing keeping her naked body from the world, Rose quickly walked into the kitchen where she saw she wasn't the only one who was looking for some morning nourishment.

"Hey," Jennifer Aniston brightly smiled when her housemate walked in.

"Hey yourself," Rose smiled right back before walking over and taking Jennifer's face into her hands. Rose gave Jennifer a proper good morning kiss and then some, sucking the actress' tongue right into her horny mouth. Jennifer immediately melted into the kiss, moaning happily against Rose's lips. Jennifer felt her nipples stiffen reflexively against her bra and t-shirt. She had been planning to go for a run on the beach, but she was already thinking there was a better workout right here.

"Mmmmmmm now that's how you say good morning," Jennifer laughed when they finally broke the kiss to taste oxygen.

"Just wanted to make sure you remember what's waiting for you here," Rose said. "We can't have you spending all your time with Brad. I don't want you forgetting how much you love girls."

"Stop," Jennifer playfully replied, giving Rose a little push. "I could never forget."

Jennifer then showed Rose she meant what she said by kissing her this time. Now it was Rose's turn to moan as Jennifer gave her a tender, sexy kiss that left Rose's lips tingling and craving more.

"Not bad," Rose teased, licking her own lips free of Jennifer's saliva. "Good to see that being back with Brad hasn't undone everything I taught you."

"What's the matter Rose, jealous?" Jennifer said, deciding to turn the tables and do a little teasing herself. She was feeling plenty happy these days and it was filling her with the sense she really could do anything she wanted, even go toe to toe with Rose.

When she had gone to visit Brad that night in his hotel room she hadn't known what to expect. She had known what she had wanted...her husband back in her life. But Jennifer hadn't known if that was possible. They had talked all through the rest of the night and into the morning. She had hurt Brad by sneaking around with her housemates and he had hurt her by suddenly leaving without a word. There was so much pain to get through.

There had been some tears and a lot of apologizing from both of them and somehow, through it all, Jennifer and Brad had ended up in each other's arms. They hadn't wanted to rush anything, but they both knew they didn't want their marriage to end. So since then they had been taking things slowly and they had been making progress every day in getting back to where they had been before.

Jennifer had made it clear to Brad that she had changed and that she couldn't go back. She needed her female friends and not just for sex. They had a connection that she felt couldn't be broken. But Jennifer wanted Brad to know that there was no man for her but him and that she still dreamed of having the family with him they had always planned. Brad wanted that too and Jennifer had promised him that if she could play with her friends, then sometimes he could play with them too.

Her housemates had eagerly accepted that agreement, a little too eagerly for Jennifer's taste to be honest, but nothing like it had happened yet. Jennifer and Brad didn't want to rush into things. They wanted to take baby steps to repair the damage. They were back together and Jennifer knew that soon Brad would be the first man to spend a little quality time at the mansion, but not yet. They couldn't take things too quick.

Now Brad was away, seemingly promoting "Oceans 12" in every country in Europe. That left Jennifer back at the mansion with her girlfriends, but at least she had the sense that it was all going to be ok now.

Of course Brad had gotten turned on thinking of his wife with another woman and having her in a whole mansion of them had him aching with desire. Jennifer had enjoyed teasing him with erotic thoughts about what would happen when they all got together. It made her feel turned on and powerful and unafraid of everything. Now she was even trying to take on Rose in her element.

"Me? Jealous? Not fucking likely," Rose snorted. "You can have your pretty boy hubby. Go be little Miss Domesticated."

"You are jealous," Jennifer laughed. "C'mon, admit it Rose. You're jealous. I just wonder what you're jealous of. Is it Brad because he gets to have me now too? Mmmmm maybe you're just jealous of me. Maybe you're jealous that I get Brad's hard cock in me and you don't. Maybe you're getting horny for a man Rose?"

"What's in that coffee you're drinking?" Rose asked with a shake of her head. "I think you're high again Jen. Did you sneak next door again or something? You're talking crazy."

"You are jealous..." Jennifer teased. "You want Brad, don't you? You're probably jealous that Love got all the action on your road trip. Rose wants a man!"

"You're just trying to get me to shut you up, aren't you?" Rose grinned, playing along with Jennifer. She didn't want anything but new and hot bitches to turn into her pussy craving sluts. Not that she would have turned Brad down if he had wanted to play though...but Rose wasn't going to give Jennifer the satisfaction of hearing her admit it.

"Oooooh yeahhhh...how you gonna shut me up?" Jennifer giggled, hoping that it involved Rose throwing off that kimono and pushing her face into her pussy. Jennifer couldn't remember ever having been as worked up as she had been recently. She was wet and ready for sex at every moment. Having the burden of her and Brad off her shoulders had freed her up to crave sex without guilt.

"Maybe I could just uninvite you from the party," Rose shot back, pulling out her trump card. "I might just put you on pussy licking probation, just like Michelle is now. One more wrong step and your invitation gets lost in the mail."

"You wouldn't dare," Jennifer challenged.

"Wouldn't I?" Rose winked. "There's going to be so many hot pieces of ass there Jen, that you won't even be missed. Sarah won't even think to ask where you are until it's all over."

"I'll be good," Jennifer grumbled, the smile never leaving her face. She knew it was an empty threat, but she played along anyway.

Even though she acted like it, Rose wasn't that mean and besides Jennifer knew that it was never enough for her horny housemate and there was no way she was going to stop anyone from coming to the party. The more bodies the better. Jennifer didn't even know all the details yet, but what she had heard was making her wet just from picturing it and she knew Rose wasn't going to stop one more sexy tongue from being there, especially if that tongue belonged to her.

"See that you're very good," Rose replied with a wink. "This party might technically be for Sarah, but I am going to own every little bitch at it and that includes you Jennifer my dear."

"Mmmm you already do," Jennifer laughed before giving Rose another kiss. This one was more loving than the last one. It was soft, tender and very wet. They both had been through so much to get to this point and neither Jennifer nor Rose felt that this was just about sex anymore. It was about so much more.

"Damn right I do," Rose grinned. "And you're going to show me how much I own you. I already have Michelle waiting for me in my room and you're going to be joining her soon. Sarah might be going cold turkey, but I sure as hell am not."

At the sound of that statement, Jennifer frowned a little.

"What?" Rose asked. "What's that look for?"

"Oh nothing," Jennifer replied. "Really, it's nothing. It's just that well...maybe this is kind of mean to do to Sarah."

"Hey she's the one going off and getting married on us, she deserves a little punishment," Rose pointed out. "Besides she's going to mad at us first, but in the end the only thing she's going to be doing is getting on her knees and kissing our asses to thank us for doing it to her."

That thought got Jennifer giggling. She hoped Rose was right. Sarah did have a temper and she certainly didn't want to be on the business end of it, especially if what they were planning worked. It wasn't just Rose's idea. They had all decided to go along with it. But still Jennifer had doubts. She didn't want to be mean to Sarah and she had a feeling that the next day and a half was going to be a not-so-nice slice of hot, pulsing frustration for the sexy ex-slayer.

But before Jennifer could express anymore of those doubts to Rose, she found herself distracted by something...or rather someone. Nudity was nothing new around the house, but that didn't mean that everyone couldn't pause what they were doing and appreciate when a fully nude Alyssa Milano walked into a room.

"Morning everyone," Alyssa said cheerfully as Rose and Jennifer tried to stifle giggles over their housemate's complete casualness when it came to her nudity. Alyssa seemed ready and willing to embrace the nudist lifestyle when she was in the mansion and it was rare that she ever covered herself with anything.

Of course none of the girls minded the chance to gaze at Alyssa's naked body, especially how she jiggled in all the right places when she walked, but she was so carefree about it that it was a source of good-natured laughter at times.

Jennifer didn't think she'd ever have the nerve to brazenly display herself like that, and even Rose wasn't that free about her body. When she got naked it was with a purpose. When she tore her clothes off it was because she wanted to fuck. Alyssa was naked when she was watching TV, reading a book or, as she was then, helping herself to some coffee.

"So how's it feel to be back Jen?" Alyssa casually asked. "I hope you don't miss New York too much. Of course, if I'd been there with you, they would have had to drag me back here kicking and screaming considering the hotties you were bagging over there."

Jennifer smiled and blushed slightly. She had gotten quite a few notches on her belt from her trip with Sarah to the East Coast. Since they had returned the two of them had been filling their housemates' ears with tales of their erotic New York adventures and with names ranging from Parker Posey to Catherine Zeta Jones to drop, Jennifer had impressed her friends with her conquests. She couldn't help turning a little red in the face, but it felt good to be reminded of all the fun she'd had.

"Well I wasn't the only one having fun," Jennifer pointed out. "I heard the stories about what went on here while we were away. You were pretty busy yourself Lyssa."

"Well, I don't want to brag," Alyssa grinned before she was suddenly interrupted.

"Then don't brag," Rose interjected, always looking for a chance to tweak her co-star a little. "Besides it's not like you did anything."

"Excuse me?" Alyssa challenged, not liking what she was hearing. "And what exactly does that mean?"

"You heard me," Rose said in full smirk mode. "Don't act like you were doing anything over here when you're just riding Christina and Britney's shadows. Face it Lyssa, without me around to show you the way you were about as useless as a condom is in this house."

"Whoa...back the fuck off for a second," Alyssa gasped. "I did plenty!"

"Oh yeah? If bringing fresh pussy to this place was like paying rent, you'd be like six months past due," Rose claimed. "What exactly did you do while we were gone? Britney and Christina threw the party. I didn't hear about you inviting the Pussycat Dolls into the fun. Christina brought that tight little piece of slut meat Hilary Duff here. Britney got Natalie Portman over. I don't hear your name coming up a lot in this, do you Lyssa?"

"Hey! I got Avril Lavigne into bed, didn't I?" Alyssa shot back.

"Big deal," Rose replied, feigning a yawn. "If what you told me about that girl is true then anyone could have gotten that whore into bed. That's hardly worth caring about. Where's the challenge Lyssa? You're slipping. Once you hit 30 you lost it, face it."

"Ohhhhh fuck you," Alyssa snapped as Jennifer just watched silently. She'd seen Rose and Alyssa go at it enough times about who was hotter to know that their fights were always quickly forgotten and no one ever took it personally.

"Oh you've done that time and time again and I always end up on top, Lyssa dear," Rose grinned, leaning in to kiss Alyssa on the lips. Despite her anger, Alyssa couldn't help but respond. She felt her pussy begin to stir, but just as quickly as Rose had begun, she stopped.

"Heyyyyyyy..." Alyssa pouted when Rose yanked her lips away.

"I don't even know if you're worthy of getting kissed anymore Alyssa," Rose teased. "You're barely a slut anymore. You're just Christina and Britney's little sidekick."

"Take that back," Alyssa ordered. "You take that back right now!"

"No way," Rose insisted. "I meant it. From what I heard you barely did anything when Hilary got her cherries popped. You were like their little handmaiden or something, mopping up the pussy juice after they were done. Face it, you've lost it Lyssa."

Alyssa reacted by staring at Rose with cold steel in her eyes, abandoning her coffee and stalking off angrily. If it were possible for steam to pour out of someone's ears, then Alyssa would have pulled that off and then some.

"Rose, don't you think you went a little too far there?" Jennifer asked in the wake of their housemate's abrupt departure. "I think you really hurt her feelings."

"No way," Rose replied, dismissing the idea immediately. "Everything I said was true and Alyssa knows it. She acts like she's mad at me, but she's really pissed at herself for being a little chaste lump when everyone else is out getting their fuck on. Now she's going to go out and try and prove me wrong so everyone wins. Alyssa gets herself some hot pussy and then brings her home for us all to share. Lyssa's going to thank me in the end for this. Just like Sarah will. I'm just showing them some tough love."

"I just hope you're right," Jennifer said.

"Jenny baby, I'm always right," Rose confidently grinned before kissing her housemate again and leaving Jennifer quivering when she broke their lip connection. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make sure my little slut gremlins are doing their job."

Still tingling from her orgasm, Sarah finally found the will to get up and slip out of bed. It had felt so good to just lie there in her afterglow like a lazy, happy lump, but Sarah couldn't stay inactive for long. It wasn't in her nature. She had to get moving. Sarah slipped on her bathrobe, grabbed her shower kit and began walking toward the shower room.

One of the mansion's design quirks was the group shower room, which was set up very much like a gym's shower room. It didn't make for a very private setting, but it did make for a lot more fun. You never knew who was going to walk in on you while you were soaping yourself up and that was the best part.

Even though she had just come, it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy Sarah. She wanted to be having non-stop fun in these last days and one orgasm wasn't even close to cutting it. She wanted more...a lot more and as she walked down the hallway an opportunity immediately presented itself.

"Hey sexy," Sarah said, happily greeting Jennifer Love Hewitt with a soft, desire filled kiss in the middle of the hallway. Love had been headed in the opposite direction and it was easy for their lips to meet.

"Morning you," Love smiled, eagerly returning the kiss. For the next moments they were lost in each other, their soft lips pressing together and their tongues touching in a passionate lock. It just felt so natural for them to kiss. The sparks that had flown from their first kiss all that time ago at the audition hadn't lessened a bit.

"I was just about to take a shower," Sarah said, slipping her fingers into Love's hand and squeezing it warmly. "Why don't you come and join me?"

"I already showered," Love replied, playing innocent.

"Mmmmm but I'll bet you didn't have someone in there to scrub your back and get to all those hard to reach places...like right here..." Sarah purred as her free hand reached around back of Love's jeans and pressed her thumb against her asshole.

"Oooooooooh," Love dreamily sighed, her eyes reflexively closing as she moaned. Even though she was dressed and all Sarah was pressing into was denim, Love couldn't help but feel wicked shivers shoot right up her body. She loved having her ass touched and teased and Sarah always knew how to do it just right.

"C'mon Love," Sarah pressed, loosening her robe to expose her naked body. "Get in that shower with me. I can wash you and you can wash me. I know you want to..."

Sarah pressed her thumb harder against Love's sensitive hole through her jeans, making her writhe and moan. The blonde smothered Love's lips with her own, kissing her passionately while she stimulated her ass, overwhelming Love's resistance.

"Oooooh oooooh oooooh Sarahhhhh..." Love happily cooed. It felt so good. She couldn't fight it off, even though she knew she had to. Love could feel horniness seizing every inch of her body. She didn't even want to wait for the shower. She wanted Sarah to yank her jeans off, spin her around so her hands were pressed up against the wall and her ass stuck out so she could lick and probe every inch of her hole.

"Mmmm Love I want you baby," Sarah continued, her chest heaving with every aroused breath she took as she pawed at Love's ass. "Don't deny me. Let me fuck you so good. Let me strip you and fuck until you can't even move."

"Oh God...mmm...we can't," Love claimed, trying to summon her resolve before she truly did pass the point of no return. This was the exact thing Rose had told her that under no circumstances was she to do. Love hadn't expected Sarah to be so aggressive and it was making it so hard for her to say no. But she knew she had to.

"Of course we can," Sarah giggled, wondering why Love, usually so eager for any fun, was resisting her. "There's no rule that says we can't. Don't fight me off Love. I'm horny and I want to fuck. And I am taking you one way or the other."

"Ohhhh," Love sensuously groaned, picturing Sarah just pushing her down and having her way with her. She wouldn't have put up a lick of a fight against her housemate ordinarily, but today Love had to do the one thing she thought she would never do...turn down girl sex.

"No...we can't..." Love insisted, managing to wiggle herself free of Sarah.

"Why not?" Sarah demanded, her face as shocked as she felt. "Are you feeling ok Love?"

Love immediately seized upon that as an excuse. She had been hoping to not see Sarah that morning because she hadn't been able to think of any good reason to avoid getting naked with her friend, but Sarah's statement was like a light bulb going off over her head.

"Yeah! Ughhh I really feel bad this morning Sarah," Love lied, kicking herself for agreeing to Rose's plan and depriving herself of fun. "I've got this big, pounding headache and my stomach feels like it's a top spinning around."

"Are you sick?" Sarah asked, immediately placing her hand on Love's forehead. "You don't have a fever or anything."

"Thanks mom," Love giggled. "I don't think it's anything. I just need to lie down a little bit."

"Ok," Sarah replied, visibly disappointed that Love wouldn't be joining her in the shower. "I guess I can scrub my own back all by myself. It won't be the same without you though Love. Maybe I can come and check on you later?"

"Please, I want you to," Love smiled, lying again. Well it was only sort of a lie. She wanted Sarah very badly to come and check on her non existent aches and pains and try and make her feel better, but she knew she wouldn't be able to. Love wasn't about to break Rose's orders, as much as she wanted to.

"Lie down and feel better," Sarah said tenderly, kissing Love again.

"Mmmm thanks," Love replied, happy that Sarah had bought her excuse and that she hadn't had to come up with some elaborate story. Love had never been good at lying. She got nervous and screwed things up. It had been that way from the days when her mom used to ask if she had taken the cookies she hadn't been allowed to touch and it hadn't changed now that she was in her late 20's. Her lying moments were when her inner spazz really came out.

Sarah then continued to walk down to the showers and Love watched her friend walk away, enjoying the sway of her toned ass under her robe. She couldn't believe she had just done that. She had just talked herself out of having sex. Love hoped this didn't become a habit.

"Nice work there," Christina Aguilera suddenly said, poking her head out of her room and grinning. "I saw the whole show. I was on the verge of jumping in there and breaking you two up. But you handled it well. Of course if she had overpowered you, I would have come to your rescue."

"Yeah to join in probably," Love laughed.

"Yummy," Christina said with a lick of her lips, not denying anything. "So are we going to do this or what?"

"Yeah let's do it," Love replied. "We don't have much time until Sarah gets back."

Christina and Love then walked towards Sarah's room. Christina was only wearing a baby t-shirt and the barest of red thongs. She might as well have been naked because Love could already basically see her entire ass. Not that she minded the view though. Sarah had left her so horny and frustrated over having to say no that Love was already thinking about what she and Christina could do to each other after they completed their mission.

Rose had assigned Love and Christina this task because Love knew Sarah so well and Christina would be able to make sure it got done. Love felt bad about doing this to her friend, but Rose had assured her that it would be worth it and Sarah would be thanking all of them.

Sneaking into Sarah's room the two girls quickly got to work. Love went and grabbed the vibrator she knew Sarah kept under her pillow while Christina went through Sarah's drawers and pulled out anything that could be considered a sex toy.

Just as Christina was giving a hungry eye to the anal beads she yanked from Sarah's sock drawer, Love removed Sarah's pocket rocket from her purse. Love even went so far as to pull out the copy of Playboy with Charisma Carpenter on the cover that Sarah kept between her mattresses for some "reading." Rose had told them to get everything and she and Christina weren't leaving anything to chance.

"What about this?" Christina asked, holding Sarah's hairbrush.

"You really think she'd do that?" Love asked before both of them immediately summoned the mental picture of Sarah, naked on her bed with her legs spread wide as she pumped the wooden handle of the brush into her wet pussy.

"Better take it," Christina declared, dropping it into the plastic bag she was carrying.

"Definitely," Love agreed, running into Sarah's bathroom and taking the vibrator she knew Sarah kept behind the toothpaste. She thought about taking Sarah's toothbrush too, but ultimately decided it was too small to have much of an impact.

Love and Christina ran around the room in a flurry, taking whatever they could without leaving the room too disturbed. Sarah was going to find out about this eventually, but the longer they kept her in the dark, the better chance they had to hide this stuff. They didn't want Sarah to know until later that all her sex toys had been nipped.

"Is this everything?" Christina asked.

"Unless she's got some new stuff, that's it," Love replied, pangs of guilt tugging at her again. "Are you sure we should be doing this? Sarah's going to be so pissed."

"Hey I'd be going fucking ballistic if you guys did this to me, but you heard what Rose said," Christina declared. "Besides, I think she's right. This is totally going to be worth it. Once we get to the hotel and things get rolling, you're going to see she's right too. Now let's get out of here."

Christina scurried away, Sarah's toys in tow, with Love was right behind her. They'd cast the die now. There was no turning back. This was either going to end with one hell of a lot of fun or Sarah snapping and going slayer on their asses. Time was going to tell. Mission accomplished indeed.

Meanwhile, as Love and Christina completed their shenanigans in Sarah's room, others were making their final preparations for what lay ahead tomorrow. That included finalizing the guest list.

"C'mon you have to be there," Jewel insisted, lying in her bed, a phone cradled under her chin.

"I want to...you know I do...I just...I just don't know if I can," the nervous girl on the other end replied. Jewel could hear it in her voice how badly she wanted to say "yes." All she needed was a little convincing. Jewel wasn't about to let this prize slip away and she was ready to say anything to get her to come.

"It's going to be so much fun, didn't you have fun with me in the hotel?" Jewel pressed. "Wasn't it hot? Didn't it make you fucking cream like you'd never creamed before?"

"Mmmmm," came the reply from the other end and Jewel knew that meant, "yes."

"Then come to the party," Jewel urged. "That was just a warm up what we did. There are so many hot girls out there who want a piece of you. Don't you want to let them? Don't you want them kissing all over those beautiful breasts of yours and sliding their tongues into your tight little pussy mmmmm and then right into that ass."

Jewel heard another groan of desire and a quick tightening of breath that she knew came only from arousal. Normally Jewel wasn't the type to twist someone's arm to get them to join in sex play, but this was too big to not resort to a little pressure. After all it wasn't every day you had the chance to talk someone like Beyonce Knowles into joining in a party that promised to be the event of their lives.

"I want to, it's just that I think Shawn is getting suspicious," Beyonce said. "I don't think I can just disappear like this for the weekend."

"Don't be afraid, you can do it, I know you can," Jewel insisted. "It wouldn't be the same without you there. We're going to have so much fun. I can't wait to show you off."

"Is that all I am to you? Some conquest for you to show off to your friends?" Beyonce demanded, bristling at Jewel's word choice.

"No that's not what I meant," Jewel replied, kicking herself for screwing up when she was so close to sealing the deal. "You know I care for you B. I just want you to come and have fun with us. It's going to be unbelievable and I want you there. I had so much fun with you and I miss you."

"I miss you too," Beyonce said, her anger flare cooling quickly. She didn't mean to snap at Jewel, but this whole thing had her on edge. She had never expected to be seduced like she had been and she had never imagined in her wildest dreams that sex with a woman could give her the pleasure it had. She had never felt the sexual intensity before or since that Jewel had given her and she wanted more.

Ever since they had parted after that one passionate night, Beyonce had craved Jewel's touch again and to know that the blonde Alaskan beauty had so many sexy, famous friends with the same desires, had Beyonce's body quivering.

Since the day she had called her with an invitation, Jewel had been filling Beyonce's ears with lustful tales of all-girl celebrity debauchery and Beyonce had wanted in. She wanted to lose her inhibitions and indulge in her wicked desires like she had with Jewel, except on a grander stage. If what had happened in the hotel had been a baby step, Beyonce craved moving to the advanced level.

But with new desires came new fears for Beyonce. Her arrangement with Shawn Carter, whom the world knew as Jay-Z, forbid her from outside lovers to keep rumors from starting that would lead to the truth about their relationship. They were together in a fake relationship and while Beyonce liked and respected Shawn, she had seen his temper and he knew that if he caught her with someone else, even another woman, then he would explode in rage.

She felt so trapped. Beyonce wanted this so badly, but she just couldn't get it. She was too afraid of getting caught. Shawn had been starting to get suspicious of her long phone calls with Jewel. Beyonce didn't think he knew the truth, but she feared it was only a matter of time before he did.

"You can't miss this," Jewel insisted. "Please Beyonce. I want you to come. It's going to be so incredible. Remember what I told you, about what happened the first time I was at the mansion, well this is going to be even better and I want you to be there. We're all going to make you feel so good. I can hear in your voice how bad you need it."

"I do..." Beyonce sighed, feeling her body fill with lust. She wished she was there with Jewel right then so she could show her how bad she needed it. Her schedule was so demanding and more and more Beyonce felt like rebelling against the image she had created of the good little church going daddy's girl who never did anything controversial. She wanted to get wild and nasty, just like she had done with Jewel in that hotel room.

"Then say yes," Jewel said. "You can disappear for a few days and Shawn will never know you were gone. He doesn't have a tracking device in you. You can come and let us play with you. C'mon Beyonce you have an invitation to paradise here, don't let it slip away. Remember what we did in your hotel room, how good it felt? Remember when I stripped you naked and slapped and spit in that tight little pussy of yours?"

"Yesssssssss..." Beyonce hissed in desire.

"Remember how I spanked that ass of yours and then jammed my tongue inside that pretty hole while I rubbed my big, soft titties against your pussy," Jewel purred, knowing her words were driving her friend mad with lust. Jewel knew Beyonce would be the hit of the party and what better gift to give Sarah before her wedding?

"Oh gawwwwwwwd," Beyonce groaned. "More...tell me more...make me wet!"

"You like that, huh?" Jewel smiled. "You like me saying nasty things to you B? You like remembering how wet and slutty we got? You know something baby? I'm naked now and I'm playing with my tits while I talk to you. I'm getting my nipples so hard thinking about you sucking on them just like you did and then rubbing them against that dripping cunt of yours again."

"Mmmmmmmmm oooooooh," Beyonce moaned. "Ughhh yeahhhh Jewel. Fuck me with your titties. Just like you did on that couch. Ohhhh you made me come so fucking hard that I stained those cushions. Pushing those big tits in my pussy while you tongued my asshole. Mmmmmm every day I want to feel you do it again."

"I want it too baby," Jewel replied, her hands rubbing her bare breasts. She hadn't been lying about being naked. She was completely bare on top of her sheets in bed and her nipples were so swollen as she tugged at them, thinking about Beyonce's lips attached to her sensitive tips.

"I want to rub my big white tits all over that beautiful black pussy and make you cream all over them again," Jewel moaned, her own pussy dripping down her leg. "Mmmm and then you know what? You can watch my friends lick them clean? Want to see Britney or Christina suck on my tits and lick your cum off? Mmmm or Sarah? Or Jennifer Love Hewitt? You can see how pussy hungry we all are and how bad we all want to fuck you Beyonce."

"Ughhhhh fuck me!" Beyonce sharply groaned. "Fuck me and make me come! I want all of you to fuck me!"

"Are you touching yourself Beyonce?" Jewel asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yesssssss..." Beyonce sighed. "Is that what you want to hear Jewel? How I've got my panties down around my ankles and my fingers in my pussy while you tell me nasty things? Does that turn you on? Because I do! I've got my fingers in my pussy and I'm fingering myself!"

"It will be even better when it's my fingers inside you," Jewel said, her voice dripping into Beyonce's ear. "Or when it's Jessica Alba's fingers. Or Alyssa Milano. Mmmmm or Rose. I told you all about her, didn't I? How she loves to fuck. She's got this amazing toy and you won't need those fingers inside you when she's filling your pussy up with her hard cock. It never, ever goes soft and she'll make you fucking see rainbows and stars when she takes you. You've never been fucked before like she fucks."

"Ahhhhhh...yessssss...I want her to fuck me!" Beyonce gasped. "I want her to fuck me with that big hard toy. I want her in my pussy and my ass. She can take any hole she wants! I need to be fucked Jewel! I need all of you to fuck me until I can't move another inch!"

Beyonce was trying to keep her voice low, but it was so hard when she was feeling so good. She was bottomless in a chair in her bedroom. Her shorts were long cast aside and her red panties were indeed around her knees as she fingered her own sweet snatch. Beyonce had a button down shirt on that morning and she had opened it enough to reach in and play with her nipples while she talked to Jewel. She had the phone cradled under her chin as she touched herself.

"We will," Jewel promised. "Every girl there is going to fuck you. I know how bad you need this Beyonce. We can make you feel so fucking good. All you have to do is say yes. You don't need to worry about Shawn. You just need to remember how good it felt for me to fuck you and how we can make it so much better if you just come to the party."

"Yesssssssssssss...I'll come...I'll fucking come!" Beyonce groaned, a smile tugging at her lips at the unintentional, but still very appropriate double entendre. She pumped her pussy with two of her fingers, rubbing her throbbing clitoris as she imagined all those beautiful, famous girls naked and fucking her. She had never thought something like that was possible, but she knew Jewel wasn't lying to her. She knew that she wasn't playing.

"Mmmm that's just what I wanted to hear," Jewel smiled happily. "Now make yourself come now. Make yourself come thinking it's my fingers in your pussy, rubbing your clit. And my friends are there too. Britney's feeding you her big tits, making you suck her pink little nipples while Christina's got her tongue on your tits, licking them all over. Mmmmm and Sarah's there too. It's her party. You can push your tongue into her pussy Beyonce and lick her just like you licked me. You treated me so good baby. You made me come so hard. I know you can make her come too. Would you like that? Would you like Buffy to come all over your pretty face?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss..." Beyonce hissed, hitting a sensitive spot with her fingers. It was such a delicious scene in her head. Part of her didn't want to come just so Jewel wouldn't stop telling her these nasty things.

"Mmmmm she can drip her sweet cream all over your face and then Jennifer Aniston can lick it all off," Jewel continued. She had actually never done phone sex before, but she felt like she was doing great at it. Beyonce sure was moaning a lot on the other end. "Did you ever watch 'Friends' and think that Rachel would be licking your face clean of girl cum, Beyonce? Well she will. She's got such a hot tongue and she'll lick your pussy so good. She can lick your hot, dripping pussy while I'm behind you getting my tongue in your ass. Would you like that Beyonce? Two tongues inside you? Licking your pussy and ass while Jennifer Love Hewitt presses her pussy to your face and makes you lick her until she comes?"

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Beyonce cried as she suddenly felt her pussy grip to her fingers. She came with such a sudden rush that she wasn't even ready for it. Her whole body shook at the fantasy image and the phone slipped out from under her chin, hitting the floor with a thud. Beyonce didn't even move to pick it up. All she did was keep pumping her two fingers into her creaming cunt as her free hand pinched her swollen nipples under her bra.

At first Jewel wondered what had happened on the other end when she heard the phone drop, but when she heard the ecstatic moans, she knew she had done her job. She was so wet hearing Beyonce come for her, and she began rubbing her own pussy. She was getting off plenty just from hearing Beyonce come.

Jewel just closed her eyes and smiled as she heard Beyonce's orgasmic cries. She could so easily picture her friend covering her mouth with her hand to muffle her joy so no one else would discover her. It was such a rush to hear Beyonce's beautiful voice in orgasm again and Jewel nearly came herself listening to those muffled cries continue until they faded into happy moans.

"Still there?" Beyonce asked, trying to catch her breath when she finally picked up the phone again.

"I never left," Jewel replied. "Sounds like you had fun."

"Mmmmhmmm," Beyonce moaned. "God, you know how to get a girl off Jewel. Mmmm you made it sound so hot."

"It will be even better when you're actually there," Jewel reminded her friend. "Now you owe me for that orgasm B. I want you there. Say you'll be at the party baby."

"I will," Beyonce promised. "I'll get there somehow."

Beyonce didn't know how she was going to slip away long enough to pull this off, but she knew she had to try. If it felt that good just thinking about what was going to happen, then there was no way she was going to miss seeing it all play out.

Meanwhile, Jewel wasn't the only one finalizing the guest list. She was only responsible for one girl, while Alyson Hannigan felt responsible for the whole fucking show. She had been the driving force behind all of this and she just hoped that the end would be worth all the hard hours she had put into planning it.

Alyson quickly corrected her own thought. She knew it would be worth it. There was no way it could go wrong. All the elements were there. Alyson just had to make absolutely sure that they all came together, no pun intended.

"So you're coming right?" Alyson asked into the phone. She had her notebook out and open as she finalized her RSVP list. Like a wedding planner on speed she had planned this out to the last detail. She wanted this to be an epic sexual experience for all of them, but she also wanted it to be a great party for her best friend. If Sarah was insisting on getting married, Alyson wanted to give her one hell of a party.

"Are you kidding? Nothing on this Earth would make me miss it," Reese Witherspoon declared on the other end. "I'll be there bright and early."

"Great," Alyson replied, putting a big smiley face in red next to Reese's name in her book. "Your plane ticket should be waiting for you and when you get to the hotel then you just tell them you're with the Jane Smith party and they'll give you everything you need."

"Have you ever been to a place like this?" Reese asked.

"No, I've always been dying to go though," Alyson replied. "I never had a reason. Until now. What about you?"

"Yeah right," Reese laughed. "Ryan never would be caught dead in a place like this. It might force him to pay some attention to me."

"Awww poor baby," Alyson giggled. "Well we're going to make sure you get lots of attention."

"Mmmm just what I need," Reese said, closing her eyes and already picturing it. She did need this trip. She was aching for it. She'd jumped right from filming a movie to having her son to almost right back to work. She'd had no time for a break and she needed one so bad. It was so hard sometimes. Reese wouldn't have traded being a mother for anything, but a weekend getaway from her domestic life sounded like heaven to her.

She had been so close to out and out leaving Ryan and his moody, neglectful ways, but then she had found out she was pregnant with Declan and it had changed everything. It had been so long since Reese had felt a woman's touch and she hungered more for it every day. She wanted to feel alive and sexual again in the ways that only being with another girl could make her feel. She needed to put her career and her family out of mind for just a time and concentrate on nothing but pleasure.

So when Alyson had called her and told her what she was planning for Sarah, Reese hadn't hesitated to join in. She felt like a kid on Christmas Eve waiting for this day. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this excited about anything. She just wanted the hours to move faster so it would get here. Reese had been practically giddy with anticipation the past few days and Ryan didn't have a clue why.

"I need it too," Alyson laughed. "This has been a rough couple of weeks. I could use the stress relief."

"Yeah...Sarah told me about that," Reese said. She hadn't wanted to bring it up, but Alyson had opened the door. "Is everything ok with that?"

"Yeah," Alyson replied. "I don't really want to talk about it though. I'm just glad it's over and no one ever really got the word out. It was just a crazy night."

"Well I'm just glad everything's ok now," Reese said. She didn't know many of the details, but if Alyson didn't want to talk about it then Reese wasn't going to press it. "Maybe tomorrow I can help you with that stress relief."

"Mmmmm I'd love that," Alyson sighed, already more than eager for the pleasure she was sure awaited her if this thing went off like the planned. "I haven't seen you in so long Reese."

Since they were both close friends of Sarah's, it was easy for Alyson and Reese to fall into a friendship of their own. They weren't best buddies forever or something like that, but they were very friendly and shared a warm rapport. After they both had been introduced to Sarah's new bi side, it had been a natural step for them to begin some playtime too. They had been together a few times at the mansion and they were both eager for more.

"I'm so wet just thinking about it," Reese moaned into the phone. "I'm dying for some fun. I can't wait for this to happen."

"Well don't go wasting all that creamy energy on your fingers," Alyson advised. "Save it for the party when everyone's going to be hungry for a taste of that sweet little pussy of yours."

"Thinking of that's just going to get me wetter," Reese giggled. She hadn't been at the poolside orgy, but she had heard enough about it and had seen enough action at the mansion to long for what would happen when a big pile of horny girls lost their inhibitions and gave into their desires.

"Just don't tire yourself out then," Alyson replied. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

"Mmmmhmmm," Reese answered. "Nothing's going to keep me away."

"Bye sweetie," Alyson said, ending the call and looking down at her RSVP list. There were so many smiley faces and only a few frowns for those who couldn't make it. It was going to be a huge guest list, but Alyson didn't feel overwhelmed by it. She wanted a huge turnout. In fact part of her wished it was even bigger.

There were only a few names left to be marked off one way or the other. Everyone at the mansion had been allowed to invite as many guests as they wanted to, as long as they were there to play and not just sit around and gawk. Alyson had invited so many girls herself. Mena Suvari and Shannon Elizabeth were going to be there and Alyson had stacked the deck with Buffy co-stars as well.

Amber Benson, Eliza Dushku, Charisma Carpenter, Amy Acker, Emma Caulfield and Michelle Trachtenberg were all going to be there and Alyson couldn't wait to see their reactions. Alyson had already been with Eliza and Charisma before, so she knew they were eager to play, but as far as she knew everything was going to be a complete surprise to the rest of them.

Alyson was dying to see if they'd freak or rip their clothes off and join in and her pussy throbbed at the possibility of the second option happening. Alyson wanted them all, especially Michelle. Sarah had no idea her on-screen sister was coming and Alyson was dying to see the two of them together, locked in lust, as they indulged in hidden passions they had stored for too long.

Even if they did resist at first, where were they going to go? They were going to be on an island. It wasn't like they could swim back to L.A. So Alyson was confident that any resistance they had at first would soon be kissed and licked away.

The girls at the mansion had promised to bring their sexiest friends and Alyson was drooling at the thoughts of what they could all do together. Jewel had promised to bring Beyonce Knowles. Jessica Alba was bringing Jennifer Garner. Eliza was bringing her mystery girlfriend. Christina Aguilera had teased them with the possibility of Hilary Duff and Britney Spears, not to be topped, had promised she was going to get Natalie Portman to come.

And all of that was just the tip of the iceberg. Alyson could scarcely believe who was going to be there and she had organized the damn party. She could only imagine how Sarah would take the festivities in her honor.

Alyson just wanted the fun to start now. Things had been so stressful and she just needed to let go and relax the best way possible...in a pile of naked girls. They would ease her frazzled nerves and make her forget about the recent trouble she had been in.

She had never expected anything to happen like what had gone down at the club. Her sexual preferences for B&D had been something she had always hid, except from her special sex partners like Shannon and Mena, but all had been revealed the minute those handcuffs had been slipped on her wrists.

The important thing, of course, was that Tara was ok and that cunt Jaime Pressley was behind bars on kidnapping charges. Alyson had felt such cold fury in her body when she had seen what Jaime had done to her friend, brutalizing her and making her into her little pet. Thank God someone had rescued her after things got so crazy in the club. Alyson would gladly have let the world know about her fetishes if it meant Tara had been ok.

Now Tara was out of the hospital after getting a full examination and a few days of rest. And fortunately there had been no charges filed against her, Shannon or Mena. None of them had been breaking any laws by being there and the LAPD had been quite embarrassed about their overzealous officers. So now they were cleared in the eyes of the law, but the rumors persisted.

Because Tara and Jaime were both known names in Hollywood the incident had garnered its fair share of attention from a scandal starved press. Fortunately Alyson's personal assistant had been ready and willing to be as ruthless as possible about keeping their names out of it. Alyson smiled when she thought all about what her assistant, Jennifer, had done for her. She had really gone above and beyond to protect her. Of course, Alyson had always looked out for her assistant and made sure she was treated with special care, so she supposed a little devotion was to be expected.

Jen had attacked this problem as efficiently as she did everything else. Even if she hadn't been a smoking hot girl, Alyson would have been happy to keep her on as an assistant just because of how well she did her job. She couldn't have asked for a more effective girl to keep track of her life and the fact that Jennifer was oh so easy on her eyes was just a big, sexy bonus as far as Alyson was concerned.

Along with some assistance from Alyson's publicist, they managed to stop the story cold and protect her, Shannon and Mena's identities. Any reporters who had gotten close to the story had found themselves bribed, cajoled and even subtly threatened. Alyson hadn't wanted to know all the details of how Jen had kept the story from breaking, she was just glad she did.

Since there was no official police report about them, there were just rumors about who had been in the audience of the club that night. They had managed to stop anyone from getting it confirmed, but unfortunately Jen hadn't been able to keep those rumors from leaking.

It had been about then that NBC had told Alyson that they were passing on her comedy pilot. They had been so high on it at one point, even talking about an 8:30 Thursday spot after "Joey" but suddenly they had gotten so cold about its prospects. Alyson didn't know if the rumors were the reason, but she knew it certainly didn't help.

Losing her show had been a real blow, but Alyson wasn't about to let it get her down. Tara was ok, Jaime was behind bars and she had her friends. She would do more movies and maybe try again with another show. Alyson felt secure about her career. But still a little stress relief was most welcome.

Alyson had been forced to come clean to Sarah about her dominant tendencies. After all rumors had been flying and she hadn't wanted to lie to Sarah. Fortunately her best friend had been completely cool about it. Alyson had never wanted to control Sarah the way she did Shannon and Mena. When it came to sex, she wanted them to be on an even field, where power was never the issue, but pleasure was.

She had been afraid that Sarah was going to freak about her secret, but Sarah had just smiled and asked if she could watch her in action one day. That possibility had made Alyson so wet and she hoped that it might even happen at the party. Just thinking about all that could happen was getting Alyson super soaked and she began to ignore the advice she had just given Reese.

Leaving behind the few RSVPs she still had to confirm, Alyson got up with pleasure on her mind. She was getting real horny real fast and she knew it was going to be useless to try and ignore these impulses. She had to find some relief. Alyson still had a lot of work to do for the party. But there was really no harm in taking a little break for some play. Especially since Alyson was going to make sure she had a lot of energy left for tomorrow.

Alyson began walking up to her bedroom, dropping her clothing as she did so. Each step closer to her bed left another article of her clothes behind. Smiling all the way, Alyson stripped off her shirt and bra and left them scattered on the floor along with her shorts and sandals.

As she walked up to her bedroom, the source of the ecstatic moans of female sexual pleasure she had been hearing since she had begun walking up the steps, Alyson removed the last of her clothing, pushing her soaked panties down her legs and opening the door.

No one minded the interruption. In fact no one even noticed. As Alyson strode completely nude into her bedroom the two redheads writhing on the bed didn't offer any reaction other than the happy moans and signs that always came along with girl sex. Alyson didn't make any move to break the couple up. She just stood by the bed and watched with growing arousal.

If only the tabloids that had come sniffing around after the incident of the club knew what was really going on. That had only been a little slice of it. What Alyson was seeing now was a glimpse of the big picture.

On the bed, Laura Pepron, star of "That '70's Show" was moaning wildly as a soft girl tongue licked her dripping slit and slid inside her pussy. Laura's long red hair was tossed all over her face, but she didn't even move to brush it off. The pleasure she was feeling was too intense for there to be any distractions permitted. Instead Laura's hands were on her breasts, fondling the beautiful mounds as they jiggled with every ripple of pleasure that passed through her nude body.

It hadn't been easy for Alyson to get Laura to embrace the pleasure of another woman, but it had been well worth every drop of sweat she had put into her seduction. Alyson had first met Laura when she had done two guest appearances on "That '70's Show." It had been lust at first sight. Alyson had always loved getting with her fellow redheads. They were so rare. It was like trapping and taming an exotic animal.

Unfortunately, Laura, who was otherwise completely friendly and down to Earth, was totally straight. Shannon, who had been on as a recurring character, told Alyson that she had already put out a few feelers on her, but all avenues had been quickly cut off. Alyson never gave up easily though, especially when the prize was someone like Laura. She had begun a concerted effort to seduce Laura.

At first they had just been friends, but Alyson kept pushing on it until they were spending lots of time together. Eventually Alyson had confessed her bisexuality to Laura over a bottle of wine one night. It hadn't been a drunken confession, but rather a calculated attempt to gauge Laura's reaction. Laura had been accepting, if a little taken aback. She had even nervously confessed that she had had a few same sex crushes when she was in her early teens, but hadn't acted on them.

That little crack in her straight girl armor had been all Alyson had needed and she had spent the next weeks trying to widen that crack...to try and show Laura how good it could be with another woman and all the pleasure they could bring each other. Alyson became freer with her language and had tried to work sex into as many of their conversations as possible, just to tickle Laura's curiosity.

Finally the dam had broken when the two of them had reunited to do guest voices on an episode of "King of the Hill." They had been joined by another guest star, Lindsay Lohan, and Laura had blushingly confessed to Alyson that she thought the teen starlet was cute. Alyson seized on it and stoked Laura's idle fantasy notion until it was a raging fire in her libido. That night, with visions of Lindsay dancing in her head, Laura had let Alyson take her lesbian virginity.

Just as Alyson had hoped, after that first night Laura hadn't been able to get enough. Her first taste of pussy had brought to life the deep bi impulses that Laura had had buried inside her and ever since then barely a day had gone by without Laura calling up Alyson and begging to see her again.

Shannon had joined them for a threesome on a few occasions and Alyson was looking forward to introducing her friend to Mena. And Laura had just told her the other day that she had put the moves on Mila Kunis and found her co-star to be very receptive. Alyson couldn't wait to see those two girls in action together. She could already close her eyes and picture Mila's dark head buried in between Laura's legs, lapping away at her pussy while her co-star's trimmed red bush tickled her nose.

But that would have to wait for another day because Alyson already had some girl on girl action on the bed that was well worth her undivided attention. Laura was lost in lesbian ecstasy from the tongue in her pussy and when she finally opened her eyes and saw her hostess had entered the room she smiled.

"Mmmmm Aly...she's so good," Laura moaned, moving one hand away from her breasts and pushing it through the red hair of her lover, who remained between her legs. "Thank you for letting me play with your little pet."

"Isn't she best little kitty you've ever seen?" Alyson grinned, putting her own hand with Laura in the other girl's hair, petting her. "She's so well trained. Kitty knows just how to use that slutty little tongue of hers, doesn't she?"

"Yessss...ohhhhhhhh fuck yessss..." Laura replied in sexual bliss. "Such a good slutty kitty. Mmmmmmm I love her tongue! Good little kitty...lick up all that fucking cream you're making me drip on that nasty tongue!"

At the sounds of the compliments, the "kitty" purred happily. She didn't let the praise go to her head, though. She just kept licking away at Laura's dripping snatch, letting the sweet, sexy juices coat her tongue and tickle her needy taste buds before sliding down to her stomach.

Of course the "kitty" in question was no actual feline. Rather it was Alyson's assistant, Jennifer, lost in character. Jen had always fantasized about this...being a beautiful woman's sexual pet...and Alyson had been so receptive to making that fantasy come true. Now Jennifer was so into her part that she actually had a fake tail attached to her waist and a pair of kitty ears on. It might have looked silly under everyday circumstances, but when Jen's gorgeous body was naked except for her tail then laughter was the last reaction anyone could have.

Alyson's eyes hungrily shifted from Laura to Jen as she feasted on the actress' wetness. Jen was on her knees now, her face pressed deep against Laura's pussy as she eagerly licked, seemingly dedicated to getting every drop of delicious juice with her tongue. Jen's large breasts swayed hypnotically as she licked, bouncing into each other and making Alyson's own pussy quiver and drip.

Jen had always been such a dedicated assistant, making sure that Alyson's life was in perfect order. But then one day, in the search for a misplaced day planner, she had stumbled on Alyson's closet of goodies. At first Alyson was worried that her assistant was going to quit and run right off to the tabloids, but that had been far from Jen's reaction.

Instead Jen had been quick to fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness, telling Alyson that she needed to be punished hard for her snooping. Alyson had been shocked to see her assistant had such a well developed sub side, but that shock hadn't stopped her from whipping Jen's ass raw that night and then kissing the tender flesh until it was all better. Alyson soon discovered that there was nothing Jen wouldn't do for her. There was no ball gag that Jen wouldn't accept and no handcuffs she wouldn't willingly slip around her wrists. She was devoted to Alyson and to serving her boss completely.

That was a perfect situation for Alyson, who had long lusted after Jen, but hadn't wanted to mix business with pleasure. Now she had the best of two worlds with an efficient, no nonsense assistant who would become her mindless, obedient fuck toy at the mere snap of her fingers. Turning Jen into "kitty" was the natural next step and Jen knew well that whenever Alyson used her pet name it was time for some play, morning, noon or night.

Recently Alyson had been feeling a little guilty about doing this to Jen. She had gotten so enraged seeing how Jaime had treated Tara as her pet. Was she really any different?

She had confessed these feelings to Jen one night recently. She had told her assistant that if she ever wanted to stop these games all she had to do was say so and there wouldn't be any hard feelings at all. Alyson never wanted to force anyone to do anything. She never wanted to lose control of herself and become like Jaime was. But Jen had assured Alyson that she was kitty because she wanted to be and that she loved playing the pet for her beloved mistress.

Just as she was with Shannon and Mena, Alyson wasn't a cruel mistress to Jen. She loved her sexy, obedient pet and treated her right, making sure kitty got a steady diet of sweet, yummy cream. Alyson was also very happy to make her kitty's fantasies come true. Jen had long ago confessed to Alyson that she had a mad crush on Laura and considered her her favorite fantasy. Jen had always loved redheads and had lusted after Laura's body since her first glimpse at "That '70's Show."

Since Alyson had already seduced Laura into her bed, there was no reason not to make her kitty's sexy dream come true, especially since Jen had done such a good job to bottle up the scandal. So Alyson had invited Laura to the house and filled her in on the details, telling her to strip naked and wait in her bedroom. Laura had eagerly agreed and when Jen had reported to work that morning, Alyson had told kitty to crawl upstairs and help herself to all the cream she wanted.

From the looks of things they had been at it for hours. Both girls' naked bodies were coated with a lovely sheen of sex sweat and their pussies looked so wet and well fucked. But that hadn't slowed them down a bit and Alyson took pride in seeing how much Laura was enjoying her pet.

"I trained her myself," Alyson said before kissing Laura's pursed, moaning lips. "I took her to kitty obedience school and made her the mindless little pet she is. And kitty is such a good pet for her mistress. She does everything she's commanded. That's why mistress loves her kitty so much. She's such a good pet."

Alyson stroked her kitty's red "fur" again, petting her as Jen looked up from Laura's pussy to stare at her mistress. She didn't pause her licking for an instant, but shot Alyson a sexy look so her mistress could see her eyes and how mindless and obedient they were for her. Alyson knew that look well. It was the look that said as much as she loved her kitty, it couldn't possibly compare with how much kitty loved her mistress. The stare promised complete and utter devotion and it always made Alyson so horny.

"Ughhhhh yesssssss you fucking trained this slut so well Aly!" Laura exclaimed as Jen hit a sensitive spot on her clitoris. "Such a nasty little cunt licker! Mmmmmm she's going to make me come all over her fucking kitty face again! That's it kitty! Lap up that cream! Just like my pussy is a big saucer for you to bury your slut face in! Make me fucking soak your kitty skin! Lick that snatch you whore! Show me what a slutty kitty you are! Show me how bad you want this sweet cunt to burst all over your face!"

Alyson groaned herself at the sound of those words, her fingers grazing over her own swollen clit as Laura spoke. She loved hearing Laura talk dirty and she had such a hot mouth on her when she got horny. That nasty talk sounded so good with Laura's strong voice. There was no weakness in her voice at all, just a horny desire that Laura wasn't shy about expressing. She was the perfect girl for kitty to worship and Alyson got off seeing her loyal pet's face buried between Laura's legs, feasting on the pussy that had filled her fantasies night after night.

Watching all the action has Alyson eager to get a taste for herself and she leaned down to suck on Laura's nipples. Laura hissed in pleasure as Alyson attacked one then the other, teasing and toying with the hard pink pebbles that capped off her tits. She could never get enough of Alyson's tongue anywhere on her body and combining it with the amazing sensation Jennifer was creating with her tongue had Laura quivering on the bed.

"Mmmm such beautiful tits," Alyson moaned, pulling off Laura's right breast and leaving a trail of saliva that quickly snapped. Alyson loved Laura's body. The 1970's clothes she had to wear on the show could never do her justice. They could only hint at her soft, pink skin and the gorgeous curves. Laura always looked like such a tomboy on the show and only those lucky enough to see her naked knew what gorgeous, surprisingly large breasts she had. Alyson was one of those lucky ones and she didn't take that opportunity for granted. Whenever she was with Laura, she made sure her tits got plenty of TLC.

"Oooooooh yesssssss Aly...fuck yesssss...suck on those nipples baby," Laura urged. "Taste how hard your slutty kitty got them. She's such a sexy little whore! Mmmmmm you're going to have to let me kittysit for her! I'll take such good care of this slut!"

Though she didn't say anything, the happy purr from between Laura's legs showed how much Jen loved that idea. She knew very well that few people ever got to be in the position she was in right then...being able to live out her fantasy. She had lusted after Laura for so long, fingering herself to intense orgasms while dreaming of her naked body, never expecting to actually live it out. But there she was, on her knees, worshipping Laura Pepron's beautiful cunt, just like she had always wanted.

Jen had always felt safest and at her most sexy when she was being controlled. She loved surrendering her body and her free will completely to her Master or her Mistress. Jen had always loved women, even taking on full lesbianism for a while in college, but she had gone back to men, because they did have their uses after all.

Now, however, all she cared about was properly serving her mistress. Alyson had given her this wonderful gift and Jen knew she would never be able to thank her enough.

Alyson was so beautiful and Jen felt so safe under her control. She wanted to serve no other and would happily obey whatever commands her Mistress gave her. She had indeed been a loyal pet before, but now that Alyson had given her the taste of Laura's orgasm, she would be devoted to her until commanded otherwise.

Laura's clit was pulsing under her tongue like it was a beating heart. She had already tasted her cream so many times, but Jen couldn't get enough. She would happily lick Laura all day and night, just to never lose the taste of her orgasm from her lips and tongue. She loved staring up obediently at Laura's naked body, her legs spread wide and her glistening tits bouncing as her sparse bush of red hair tickled Jen's nose.

"Ahhhhh fuck you're going to make me come again you nasty cunt kitty!" Laura swore. "I'm so fucking close! Don't you stop! Make me come like a good little whore should!"

Jen nearly came just at the sound of those words. She loved this. She loved being an obedient whore for her Mistress and worshipping the naked goddess before her. Jen was their willing toy and she wanted them to use her as such. Hearing Laura's smoky voice call her those names almost had Jen's pussy creaming, but she held on. She had not been granted permission to come and would never do so without her Mistress' say so.

Laura was under no such restrictions, though, and Alyson encouraged her friend, biting down gently on her tender nipples, nursing them and making sure Laura was right on the verge.

"That's it Laura!" Alyson grinned, pulling back away from Laura's saliva coated chest. "Cream kitty's face. I want to see your cum dripping down her chin onto those big slutty tits of hers. Fucking soak her good."

Seeing Laura was well on her way to another orgasm, Alyson decided it was time to take care of a need of her own. She wanted a taste of some pussy and Jen's ass waving in the air as she ate Laura out was too tempting a treat to pass up.

Leaving Laura behind, Alyson crawled onto the bed and got right behind her naked pet. Jen's pussy absolutely glistened with cream clinging to her slit and Alyson didn't hesitate to push her "tail" out of the way and taste her. Before Jen even knew her Mistress was right behind her, Alyson dragged her tongue over her slit from behind, collecting all her cream and swallowing it eagerly, moaning over the rich, sweet taste.

Jen's eyes screwed shut involuntarily from the pleasure that suddenly coursed through her body from Alyson's tongue. God, she loved how that tongue felt. She truly was a slave to it and how fucking good it made her feel. But Jen didn't stop her licking. She had been ordered to make Laura come and nothing would prevent her from doing that.

Watching Alyson's hands grip Jen's upraised ass cheeks and push her tongue inside her snatch was just the extra stimulation Laura wanted. Ever since she had been seduced, Laura had loved watching two women get it on. Seeing Alyson's ecstatic look when she tasted her kitty and watching her dig her nails into her ass while she buried her face in between kitty's cheeks pushed her right over the edge. Jen's tongue was magic on her aroused clit and Laura could no longer hold back her orgasm.

"AHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH HERE'S YOUR FUCKING CREAM KITTY!!!" Laura screamed as she came, her words starting to shoot out like horny bullets. "LICK...UP...EVERY...FUCKING...DROP!!!"

Jen tried to do as she had been ordered, but when Laura came...she came. There was no fooling around. It was like an ocean of pussy juice and Jen would have eagerly volunteered to drown in it. She tried to lick and swallow every sweet, hot drop, but her body just wouldn't allow it. Jen got as much as she could and the rest dribbled out her mouth and down her chin, onto Alyson's sheets and her own bouncing tits, which were still coated in a glaze from when Laura had demanded a titty fuck.

Laura screamed and humped against Jen's face violently, not holding back on anything. There had been a few times she had actually scared off her boyfriends a little bit by how strongly she came, but this was what Laura loved best about being with other women. She could be who she was. There was no need to hide anything. Her libido had never felt so satisfied and her id so nourished.

"OHHHHHHHH SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOD!!!" Laura panted as the last of her orgasm left her naked body trembling. Through it all, Jen hadn't moved an inch, obediently licking up her orgasm, even as Alyson had been behind her, increasing her arousal with every lick.

"Mmmm such a good kitty...Mistress has a such a good pet," Alyson cooed as she petted Jen's pussy and watched Laura fall back onto the bed, glistening and gasping for breath. "Now kitty gets to have her reward. Does kitty want to come for her Mistress? Mmmm her pussy is so warm and wet and drippy. I'll bet she wants to come real hard."

Jen knew she hadn't been given the order to talk, so she held her words. A word of English wasn't going to pass her lips until she was told she could do it. Instead Jen meowed like a cat in heat, shooting her Mistress a needy look with her eyes. Jen purred and rubbed her pussy against Alyson's palm, making sure she knew damn well how wet she was and how bad she needed to come.

Naturally this sign did not escape Alyson's attention and she began rubbing Jen's pussy harder. Jen helpfully opened up her legs as Alyson touched her from behind. Alyson grinned as she felt Jen's swollen clitoris hump against her hand. She gave her kitty's clit a hard smack that made Jen moan wildly. Alyson repeated the smack a few times, her hand making such a delightful sound against the girl's wet pussy, until she had Jen shrieking with lust.

"Kitty wants to come? Doesn't she?" Alyson teased, slapping and rubbing Jen's throbbing clit to keep her in heat but not pushing her over the edge. "Kitty's gotta be a good little pet and come for her Mistress now! Mmmmm kitty's been storing up all this cum from fucking Laura and she's going to burst, isn't she? Beg kitty! Beg for Mistress to let you come!"

Jen again meowed loudly, this time her voice even more passionate and needy. She was close to sounding like a starving cat, a bowl of milk just enough out of reach for desperation to set in. Jen needed to come. Her toes were curling up and it seemed that the ends of her red hair were about to stand straight up like a porcupine defending its territory. She needed this so bad and her kitty howls continued as Alyson wickedly grinned and began rubbing harder.

By this time Laura had regained enough of her bearings to long becoming an active participant in the unfolding threesome on the bed. Jen had just given her a series of orgasms that left her body tingling and her head spinning and now she had some payback on her mind. As she watched Jen beg for her orgasm using only the language of felines, Laura licked her lips as her eyes were drawn to her big, shaking tits.

Laura had a pretty nice chest, if she didn't say so herself, but she and Alyson were both easily dwarfed by Jen's bouncing boobs. Laura loved seeing them sway and jump, especially since they were slick and shiny with her own juices. That was all the reason Laura needed to lean forward and get herself a taste and she pushed her hungry mouth into the deep valley of Jen's cleavage.

"Go for it Laura!" Alyson urged. "Play with kitty's big titties. Make her feel so good so she'll come for Mistress."

That was just what Laura did, groping Jen's breasts as they shook. Now it was her turn to do a little worshipping back to Jen and she gave her tits every inch of the attention they deserved. Laura lavished kisses all over the soft flesh, tasting the cum and sweat that coated them. She loved the taste and didn't hesitate to lick it all up before concentrating on Jen's aching nipples. Laura gave them a hard bite that made Jen shiver and moan, her eyes rolling back into her head as the pleasure gripped her nude body.

"Ooooooh she's close," Alyson said. "More Laura! Bite those pink nipples! Make this fucking whore come for me!"

Alyson got back to doing her part by pulling her cum covered hand away from Jen's cunt and getting her tongue to work. Jen's sex was practically a volcano now of molten sex lava, just begging to get out. Alyson dug her nails back into Jen's jiggling ass cheeks and began tongue fucking her roughly, hitting her clit again and again with hard strokes.

As cries of complete and utter bliss poured out of her lips, Jen kept her discipline. There were no cries of "more" or "fuck me." Instead, there were only moans and meows. Jen was as dedicated to staying in character as "kitty" as she was to keeping everything in Alyson's life properly and meticulously organized.

Not that it really made much of a difference if she was in character or out of it. Jen wouldn't have been able to manage coherent words in English anyway. The pleasure gripping her body was too great. All she could do was moan and make guttural noises of ecstasy. Words wouldn't form. She had her beloved Mistress eating her out while her fantasy object bit and tugged on her nipples. Who could withstand an assault with this much pleasure?

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" Jen screamed as she suddenly came, showering Alyson's face with creamy girl cum, her kitty cries filling the room. "ROWWWWWWWLLLL!!! MEOWWWWWWWWW!!!"

Laura and Alyson's ears were treated to these joyful sounds. Whoever had cast Halle Berry as Catwoman had missed the obvious choice here. Jen was a natural kitty and they rewarded her for her orgasm by keeping up the stimulation. Laura's teeth and pinching fingers drew out her nipples to maximum swelling as Alyson's hard, but thorough tongue lashings pulled out every last drop of cum inside her.

It was all so much that when Jen closed her eyes to rest for just a moment as she shook and scream, she blacked out just long enough to lose touch with her surroundings. When she finally opened her eyes she found Alyson and Laura giggling at her while sharing horny kisses back and forth.

"Did kitty like that?" Alyson inquired, immediately getting a happy purr for an answer.

"Good," Alyson smiled as she repositioned herself on the bed. She lay back where Laura had once been, resting her head on the pillows and spreading her legs wide. She had been planning this party for too long now and concentrating on everyone else's pleasure. Now it was time to think about her own.

"Is kitty hungry for more cream?" Alyson asked, her fingers teasing her own splayed labia.

Unsurprisingly the answer was an immediate "yes" as Jen's tongue slid right inside Alyson's aroused pink folds. Kitty was always hungry for more cream.

"Don't wuss out on me now Jenna," Christina barked into the phone. "We haven't come this far just for you to develop a goddamn conscience about all this."

"No one's wussing out here," Jenna Jameson shot back at the pop princess at the other end of the line. "It's just that...you know...I feel kind of bad about this. We're going to destroy her career."

"We're not going to destroy anything if Mandy plays ball," Christina assured the porn star. "Look if this girl is smart then she'll do what she needs to do to keep this tape from hitting the net. All she's going to have to do is delay the release of her new single and the launch of her label until next year and we won't release the tape. That will give Britney and me plenty of time to have a huge hit and when she finally gets released she'll look like the little copycat bitch she is."

"But this tape could ruin her," Jenna insisted. "She might not be able to get her albums released or get any more movie roles if they see her having sex with me."

"God...since when do you give a shit?" Christina groaned in frustration. "Look Jenna, you've been paid very well to help us out here, both in money and in pussy so I don't want to hear any complaints from you. You did your job. You seduced Mandy. Congratulations. But now it's our turn to do our part. I want that tape. I'm going out of town for the weekend for Sarah's party, but I want that thing waiting for me when I get back!"

Christina then angrily ended the call, leaving Jenna listening to a dial tone. She had never expected to feel like this. What she had put together with Christina and Britney had been a straight up business arrangement. She was going to get paid and get a chance to seduce Mandy in the process.

It had been a no lose situation for Jenna and everything had gone perfectly with Mandy. The girl had proven to have a deep sub side and was turning into quite the little pussy licker under Jenna's tutelage.

But the world famous porn star had never expected her emotions to get involved. Jenna had been completely unprepared for how much she was going to end up liking Mandy.

Despite Christina's insistence that Mandy was some kind of calculating bitch, Jenna had found the young woman to be completely nice and friendly. She was totally down to Earth and hadn't let the backstabbing of Hollywood turn her into some cynical shell of a person. Jenna had seen that happen to so many girls both in and out of the industry, but Mandy seemed to have the same demeanor that she had the day she first hit town and Jenna found that to be so irresistible.

The seduction of Mandy had proven to just be the first of many times they had been together. Mandy wasn't questioning this new aspect of her sexuality. She was just going with what felt good and, as she told Jenna again and again, being with her felt so fucking good. Jenna had unleashed a dirty talking, pussy-loving tigress in bed and the porn star loved it. Mandy was so sweet by day and so slutty by night and it was just for her...and her friends.

That very night of their first encounter, Jenna had introduced Mandy to her husband, Jay, and they had ended up inviting her into their bed for the night. They both took more than their fill of Mandy and still she had begged for more. That enthusiasm rose her stock even more in Jenna's eyes and it hadn't waned in the coming days.

Mandy just hadn't been able to get enough of the pleasure Jenna offered. She had even eagerly agreed to play with Jenna's friends without hesitation. Jenna still remembered with perfect clarity how good Mandy had looked feasting on Briana Banks' huge enhanced tits while pushing her tight little ass in the air for Jill Kelly's strap on. Then Jay had joined in again and it had ended with quite a fivesome for the night.

Now Jenna felt like she held Mandy's future in her hands. She could help destroy the girl she was quickly growing seriously fond of, or she could stab Christina in the back and betray their business relationship and their friendship. Jenna didn't like either choice, but she knew that she had to pick one of them...and soon.

For the first time in a very long time, Jennifer Aniston had nothing to do. She no longer had to worry about getting over to the "Friends" set every day for shooting. That had been a huge part of her life for 10 years and now that it was gone it was like there was this huge gap of time she had no idea what to do with.

It was just another dramatic change for her after seemed like a non-stop roller coaster ride. Jennifer just wanted things to be stable for a little while. She wanted it to be orderly and constant. Just for a few months...was that asking too much? Jennifer didn't think so. She wanted a chance to relax and enjoy life without having everything hanging over her head.

Right now Jennifer was lying in her bed, cycling down from her run. She had gone right in from her run to the shower and now she was on her bed in nothing but a pink towel wrapped around her otherwise nude body. Just lying there put a smile on Jennifer's face and she could feel her nipples swelling and straining against the towel. Of course this wasn't just happening for no reason. Jennifer was hearing some serious stimulation.

Jennifer's room was right near Rose's and with her door open, she could hear perfectly what her housemate was up to. Jennifer moaned as she heard Michelle's ecstatic cries. She was screaming in French and clearly loving everything that was happening to her.

When Jennifer heard Rose commanding Michelle to stay still and take that dick right up her ass like a good little whore, she suddenly felt silly for just lying there and listening when she could be joining in.

Reaching for her towel, Jennifer pulled it open and exposed her naked body. She was about to get up off her back and drop in on Rose when suddenly her cell phone began to ring. At first Jennifer was inclined to let it ring, but ultimately she couldn't help herself and answered it.

"Hello?" Jennifer said, before immediately being greeted with a frantic question.

"Is everything still on for tomorrow?" the female voice. Jennifer recognized it instantly. She'd gotten enough phone calls from this voice over the past few days to know it by heart.

"Hey Camie, what's going on?" Jennifer smiled, ignoring the question completely.

"Don't play with me," Cameron Diaz begged on the other end of the phone. "Is everything still on for tomorrow? C'mon Jen! You know how much I'm looking forward to this!"

"Hmmmmm really, I never would have guessed from the phone calls every hour on the hour," Jennifer teased. "Of course it's still on Camie. Nothing's going to stop this party."

"Mmmm goody," Cameron happily sighed. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this excited about something. She supposed she was a bit silly acting like this, but she was looking forward to this so much that she was expecting it to not to happen, just so fate could have a little fun at her expense.

"Of course your invitation might get lost in the mail..." Jennifer giggled.

"Heyyyyyyyy! Don't say that," the energetic blonde chided. "I'd have to throw myself off the roof of the hotel if you did that."

"You won't have to do anything but get naked and have fun," Jennifer assured her friend. "You're still on the guest list. It wouldn't be a party without you."

"I just can't wait," Cameron excitedly squealed. "I can't wait to meet all your friends. Especially if they're as hot as you."

"You have no idea," Jennifer assured her friend. "If everything goes like its supposed to then you won't have ever seen anything like it. It's going to be total heaven."

Jennifer and Cameron had been friends and co-stars in the past, but until they had taken a strip cardio class together, that was all they had been. Then one day after class it had just been the two of them, fooling around until things got very serious and very sexual. They had each been nursing serious but unsaid crushes on each other and once those secrets were revealed, it hadn't taken long for their workout clothes to hit the floor.

It had been Cameron's first time with another woman and she had never felt anything as good as Jennifer's tongue that day. She still liked guys and all that, but she couldn't get enough of women. Cameron had since hooked up with close friends like Drew Barrymore and Lucy Liu, but she had longed to be with Jennifer again and to meet all her friends.

Jennifer had teased her with the knowledge of what went on in Malibu and Cameron had been dying to see it for herself. But schedules had never allowed her to actually get there. Jennifer had continued to fill her ears and brain with tantalizing images of what went on there, driving Cameron wild with need to be there and join in.

While she enjoyed teasing her friend, Jennifer also really wanted her to join in the fun too. When the party idea had been told to her and she had been told to invite someone sexy, she hadn't hesitated to think of Cameron. Jennifer loved her body and her enthusiasm for girl sex. She was the perfect guest to invite

Their time together had been scorching hot. Jennifer knew everyone was going to love Cameron, especially Sarah. Since this party was for Sarah, Jennifer wanted to make sure that her friend got a lot of sexy presents and, in her humble opinion, Cameron was quite a yummy gift.

"You got all the flight information and everything, right?" Jennifer asked. For Cameron it was a little more complicated to get her there because she was out of the country then. But no one was going to let a little distance keep Cameron from bringing her sexy ass to the festivities.

"Yeah, it's all set," Cameron answered. "For this, I'd walk across the water to get there. It's so dull up here and I could use a little break from Justin and everything. I feel bad about this, but I just need it so bad...you know?"

"Oh I know...believe me I know," Jennifer replied. "It's a part of you now Camie. Trying not to think about just makes you want it more."

"Totally," Cameron agreed. "I feel like if I don't get me some action soon I'm going to burst."

"No bursting...mmm unless it's all over my face," Jennifer giggled, shocked at her own boldness in saying that. Cameron shrieked in delight at the other end of the phone, loving the sound of what she was hearing.

"Count on that happening Jen," Cameron declared. "Count on that happening a lot. I can't wait for this party. I don't think I've ever been this excited about anything! I can't wait another day for this! God, I'm staring at the clock like I want school to let out for the summer."

"It'll be fine, the time will just zip by," Jennifer assured her. "Before you know it, you'll be on that plane zipping to paradise. I'll see you tomorrow sweetie."

"Bye Jen," Cameron said. "Can't wait to see you."

Jennifer smiled as the call ended. Cameron's enthusiasm was always such a mood lifter. And the closer she got to this the more excited she was getting about it too. She still thought Rose's plan was a little mean to Sarah, but she knew there was no way she was going to be able to talk her housemate out of it.

And speaking of Rose, Jennifer could still hear her teaching Michelle whatever lesson she needed this morning. Putting Cameron out of her head for the moment, Jennifer got up off the bed and got back to what she had been doing before...joining Rose and Michelle in their fun.

Back in Vancouver, Cameron was still giddy as she folded her cell phone back up. She had been on a non-stop energy rush the past few days, with things getting worse the closer she got to the party.

Cameron had to stop and remind herself to take a deep breath and relax. She didn't want to burn out before the party even started. It wasn't going to do her any good if she was passed out and listless while everyone else was having fun around her. She didn't like to watch that much.

But it was so hard to contain her excitement. It had been too long since she had been with another girl. She was famished for the taste of pussy and if everything Jen had promised her came true then Cameron was going to get every desire she had satisfied and then some. There was no way this wasn't going to be awesome. She had been trapped up here in Vancouver with Justin for too long. She needed herself a serious helping of the "three S's," sun, surf and sex.

It was just as Cameron was picturing the pleasure that lay waiting for her that she managed to klutz herself up and trip over a serious roadblock.

"What party?" a voice asked behind her. "Where are you going?"

Cameron froze immediately. She had been so lost in her conversation with Jennifer that she hadn't even noticed the door to the hotel room opening. She had assumed she had been alone and Cameron immediately began panicking on the inside, thinking back to her conversation and trying to remember if she had said anything too incriminating.

"Ummmm nowhere," Cameron lied, turning around to face her sudden visitor. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes you are," the voice contended. "I heard you on the phone. I mean I didn't mean to listen in, but you were talking when I walked in. You said you couldn't wait for the party. What is it? Some big surprise thing?"

"No...nothing's going on," Cameron insisted, desperately trying to lie her way out of this. She couldn't believe she had been so stupid as to risk exposure now. No one here knew her little secret and now she had gone and blown it right when she was close to the end. How could she have screwed up this bad?

The only silver lining here was that it hadn't been Justin who caught her. At least here Cameron could potentially talk her way out of discovery. It wasn't Justin who had walked in, but it was someone who was plenty close to him.

"Something's going on...c'mon don't be so secretive," Elisha Cuthbert pressed. "Geez, you look so nervous all of a sudden Camie. What's going on? You can tell me. We're friends. I won't tell."

But telling was exactly what Cameron was afraid Elisha was going to do. They had indeed become friends over these past few months, but still Elisha was going out with Justin's assistant, Trace. Justin and Trace were really, really close friends and Cameron was under no illusion that Elisha was going to give loyalty to her and not to her boyfriend. Cameron could so easily see Elisha telling Trace, Trace telling Justin and the whole damn thing falling down around her.

Cameron and Elisha had become pretty close themselves, but Cameron didn't think she could trust her with this yet. They were both hanging out in Vancouver right now while Justin was filming a movie and they had spent a lot of time together. But now Cameron felt very vulnerable around the young TV star.

"Camie, are you ok? You look so pale," Elisha asked, frowning, her face suddenly very concerned. She had only been teasing Cameron because she was bored. She hadn't meant to panic her or anything.

"I'm fine," Cameron said, trying to think of how to get out of this. "Just feeling a little tired, that's all. What did you hear Elisha?"

"Just the end of the conversation, you said something about a party and how much you wanted to go," Elisha answered, wondering now if she really had stumbled onto some big secret or anything. She hadn't meant to overhear or snoop.

She and Trace had card keys to Justin and Cameron's rooms, just like they had card keys to their room, so Elisha hadn't thought anything about just dropping in like this. She and Cameron had become pretty good friends, but now Elisha was beginning to think she had somehow fucked everything up. She didn't want things to suddenly get weird between her and Cameron.

Cameron exhaled a little. Elisha hadn't heard anything too intimate. She could talk her way out of this without Elisha finding out what was going on. But then, suddenly, a new thought popped into Cameron's head. What would happen if Elisha found out and didn't freak? Would Elisha be curious? Would Cameron be able to buy her silence by getting her to join in? Was it possible Elisha was just as pussy hungry as she was?

Almost as soon as she thought that, Cameron tried to push it out of her head. Elisha was totally into Trace. Cameron had seen enough of them to know that. And Elisha had never given off even the slightest vibe she was into girls. Cameron had always admired her friend's beautiful young body, but she had never even thought about making a play for her. There had never been a good opportunity. But what if that opportunity had just stumbled into view?

Would anyone mind if she brought Elisha along with her? Cameron didn't think anyone would. She was so sexy and she couldn't imagine anyone stopping her from bringing another sexy girl to the party.

Now that she was thinking about it, Cameron couldn't stop. Any attempt to not think about getting Elisha into the fun failed miserably. All Cameron could suddenly think about was getting Elisha to somehow come to the party with her and then getting her to keep quiet by seducing her.

It was so risky, but Elisha was so beautiful and so worth it. Her blonde hair hung a little over her perfect, soft face. Cameron had certainly been attracted to her since the first moment they met, but until now she had never given serious thought to actually fucking her. It was an exhilarating thought and she had to wonder, could she pull this off?

"Well I didn't want Justin to know," Cameron began, deciding that maybe a little half-truth would get things rolling. "But there's this party this weekend and I got invited and he didn't."

"How come?" Elisha asked. "I mean it's not exactly a secret you guys are going out. It's been in a few papers."

"It's really more of a girls only thing," Cameron said, seriously understating things. "It's a bachelorette party, like an all weekend blowout."

"Oh cool," Elisha replied. "You should tell Justin. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you went. I mean he's pretty cool about things like that. You don't have to keep it a big secret and get all panicky about it."

"Well yeah I kind of do," Cameron contended. "It's a secret party and I don't want Justin to know about it."

"Why not?" Elisha frowned. Once again she began wondering if more was up here than Cameron was saying.

"I just can't," Cameron claimed, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to do this without hopelessly complicating everything. "Please don't tell Justin or Trace. No guys are supposed to know about this party."

"Ummmmm ok," Elisha said with a shrug of her shoulders. "It's not a big deal. Sounds like you're really looking forward to it, though. I just wish you weren't being so mysterious. Who's the party for?"

"Oh no one you know," Cameron answered evasively. She really had no idea if Elisha knew Sarah or not. She figured she had to know at least some of the girls at the mansion. But she didn't want to reveal too many details. Cameron wanted to make sure she could get out of this situation if Elisha didn't want to come. Fortunately, an opening then presented itself.

"Too bad," Elisha sighed. "I could use a party myself. Now I remember why I left Canada. There's nothing to do around here. Too bad you can't get me an invitation. I really need some fun."

"Well..." Cameron immediately jumped in, scarcely believing she was leading the totally unaware Elisha into this. "That might be able to be arranged. I mean...if you really wanted to go that is. I might be able to get you on the guest list."

"C'mon Eliza! Faster! Harder! Push it! You can do it! Push it! Push it!"

When those words were coming out of some hot little slut's mouth begging for her tongue or a toy, Eliza Dushku was in heaven. Unfortunately those words were not coming out of a hot slut's mouth and Eliza considered herself in a place significantly warmer than heaven.

"Ughhhhhh you fucking push it Jaret!" Eliza snapped, letting go of the machine and sending the weights crashing down into place. "I'm exhausted here!"

"No you're not," Jaret insisted. "You only think you are. Exhaustion is a state of mind. You just need to get past that mental block you have in there. Push past it and feel that burn. That's your muscles working into peak condition. C'mon Eliza! Feel that burn! Love it! Let that burn work for you!"

The only burn Eliza was feeling was her rapidly overheating temper from Jaret's training regiment. He'd had her doing arm curls for what felt like a good hour. It was probably only about 10 minutes, but it sure felt like an hour. Her whole body felt tired and Eliza didn't think she was going to be able to lift her arms up after all of this. It really was hell and Jaret was the fucking devil for doing this to her.

Eliza hated exercise. She hated it with a passion. She didn't mind running or playing basketball with friends and stuff like that. That was fun and casual. She hated organized exercise regiments and having to hear about working muscle groups she didn't know and didn't care about.

But whenever she wondered why she put herself through this and Jaret's sadistic workouts, all Eliza had to do was look at herself naked in the mirror and remember. Bodies like hers didn't come without work and while Eliza was waiting for an exercise program consisting entirely of sex, it didn't look like that was coming anytime soon.

When Fox had renewed "Tru Calling" for a second season in the fall, even Eliza had been a little surprised and then of course they had changed their minds and pulled the plug before they ever got to air. That left Eliza at a career crossroads and she had to make sure she didn't slip off the map of everyone's consciousness.

That meant making sure people wanted to look at her. Which by iteself wasn't a problem because Eliza never minded being sexy. But it also meant that she was going to have to make damn sure she was in sculpted condition if someone came to her with a good part. So that meant less Oreos and more Jaret.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Eliza groaned, grabbing a towel and patting her sweaty face.

"No one died from doing too many arm curls," Jaret pointed out. "We have got to do something about this attitude of yours Eliza. You fight me every step of the way. I want you to listen to me. We're going to go work on your abs now."

"Excuse me? My abs are just fine," Eliza huffed. "You could balance a fucking quarter off my stomach. How much tighter do you want me to be? You work on your own abs Jaret!"

"See this is just what I was talking about Eliza, your attitude..." Jaret began. Eliza was sure he continued talking after that, but she completely tuned him out. Her attention was caught by something much more worthy.

Walking right by her line of sight was a vision in pink sweatpants. Kirsten Dunst shot Eliza her killer smile, so sexy and sweet that it would have sent a diabetic into shock.

Now that was what Eliza wanted to focus on. There was nothing she liked thinking about more than her sexy girlfriend, especially when those pink sweats clung to her ass and her white t-shirt tantalizingly hinted at the soft girl bits underneath.

Kirsten snuck a look around and, seeing no one was looking, blew Eliza a quick kiss and winked at her. The blonde then tilted her head toward the locker room and smiled again, giving Eliza all the motivation she needed to play a little hooky. Kirsten turned and walked toward the lockers and Eliza was quickly following her.

"Hey! Eliza where do you think you're going?" Jaret demanded.

"To work on my abs," Eliza shot back. "Chill Jaret. I'll be back."

Licking her lips, Eliza followed Kirsten's path to the locker room. Having her Kiki there was the only thing that made trips to the gym bearable. While Eliza much preferred their more private workouts, any time with Kirsten was good time as far as she was concerned.

Once inside, Eliza didn't have to look far to find her girlfriend. She was standing right by her locker, smiling. A quick check showed they were alone, but even if they hadn't been it probably wouldn't have mattered. Eliza didn't hesitate to close the distance gap fast and smother Kirsten's lips with her own.

"Mmmmmmm..." Kirsten moaned as the two lovers hungrily kissed, tasting each other's sweat.

"How did you know I needed a break?" Eliza asked after the kiss broke.

"You looked like you needed a rescue from Jaret," Kirsten replied. "I was watching you over from the treadmills. I didn't want my Eliza suffering. Besides I was the one that needed this kind of break."

Kirsten proved it by kissing Eliza again. Kirsten wrapped her arms around Eliza's neck, holding her girlfriend tight and kissing her passionately. The two girls happily sucked on each other's tongues as if they were standing in their own bedroom and not in the women's locker room of Crunch gym.

Kirsten did not have the distinct pleasure of having Jaret as her personal trainer. But she always came along anyway to offer Eliza moral support. She knew how much Eliza hated this and Kirsten liked being there to make her feel better after a workout.

"I love these kinds of breaks," Eliza smiled after the kiss ended, their noses nuzzling together gently. "But what made my Kiki want a kiss so bad?"

"You know..." Kirsten coyly replied, rubbing her body against Eliza's.

"Tell me," Eliza playfully insisted. "What's making Kiki so crazy?"

"You know..." Kirsten repeated, blushing as a giddy smile tugged at her lips. She began pushing her body harder against Eliza. The brunette responded by rubbing back and soon the two had worked into a playful grind against each other. Eliza kissed Kirsten again and let her hands fall to her ass, squeezing the blonde's cheeks through her pink sweats and making her moan.

"Is Kiki thinking about getting naughty at Sarah's party?" Eliza inquired. "Is she thinking about doing nasty little things to sexy girls?"

"Mmmmmhmmmm..." Kirsten moaned in the affirmative, even though it was quite unnecessary. It was obvious what was exciting Kirsten. It was the same thing that had been exciting Eliza. If this party was going to be even half as good as what happened by the pool the last time Eliza and Sarah hooked up, then it was going to be just amazing. And Eliza knew it was going to even be better this time because she had Kirsten with her.

Eliza's trip to Malibu had thrown a wedge into their relationship at first, but they had overcome it and become stronger than ever. They had been doing a little light swinging lately with some friends and now Eliza and Kirsten were confident they were ready for this as a couple. They couldn't wait to see what happed at the party.

For Eliza the best part was that no one knew she was bringing Kirsten. The only people who really knew they were together were Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis. Otherwise, everyone else was in the dark. Alyson knew she had a girlfriend, but she didn't know who it was and Eliza couldn't wait to blow everyone's mind when she walked into the party with Kirsten on her arm.

"And does my Kiki want to do at the party?" Eliza asked, her hands still on Kirsten's perfect ass as the blonde remained around her neck. "What's Kiki been thinking about? What's been making her wet?"

Kirsten didn't even have to think about this answer. She knew it immediately. It had been a fantasy ever since Eliza had told her about the pool party.

"I want to fuck Sarah," Kirsten groaned, her nipples straining under her sports bra. "I want you to watch me fuck her. I want you to see your naughty little Kiki get it on with your fantasy girl."

"Mmmm can I join in?" Eliza inquired, already picturing it. The mental image alone was orgasmic. Eliza couldn't wait to see the girl she loved fuck the girl she had lusted after for so many years.

"Eventually," Kirsten giggled. "But first you have to watch me do all the nasty little tricks that you taught me to your sexy little slayer friend. Then you can join in. You like that? Is it making you wet to think of me and Sarah getting naked and making each other come?"

"It's making me so soaking wet Kiki," Eliza moaned. "I want to fuck her with you. Mmmm we can take her and make a little Buffy sandwich. We can get her in between us and fuck her so good."

"That's just what I want," Kirsten dreamily sighed. "I want to do it all. I want to see you with all those sexy girls at the party. And I want you to see me. And then all I want is to go home with you after its over. All those girls can borrow me, but only you get to keep me Eliza."

Kirsten and Eliza then locked eyes and fell into another passionate kiss. But this one was interrupted before it got too far. The sound of the door opening caused the girls to immediately separate. They quickly composed themselves and tried not to burst out laughing as they did so. They weren't shy about their relationship to their friends, but that didn't necessarily mean they wanted to broadcast to the world that they were lovers.

"Breaks over I guess," Kirsten said, her face still flushed. "Now get out there again and let Jaret do his worst. Mmmm when it's over I'll take you home and give you a nice bubble bath to soothe those sore muscles."

"Just one more day Kiki," Eliza replied, already thinking past Jaret to what was going to happen tomorrow. "One more day and then we're going to make all our fantasies come true."

Meanwhile back in Malibu, Sarah was beginning to wonder if something was going on. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something weird happening around her. She didn't know where it was coming from, but she got that sense that everyone knew something that she didn't. That she was the last girl in the room to find out the secret. Sarah didn't know why she felt this way, but she was getting that paranoid sense.

Having Love refuse to take a shower with her was weird enough, but if she wasn't feeling well then Sarah could accept that. However that hadn't been the only excuse she had gotten. Jessica hadn't wanted to get her hair wet. Jewel was on the phone. Britney had said she had already showered and didn't want to do it again. The excuses had gone on and on and Sarah had begun to wonder if she had some huge zit on her nose or some weird "non sexy" aura around her.

A check in the mirror showed that she looked just fine, so Sarah was left wondering why all of a sudden no one had wanted to play with her. Had she done or said something to make everyone mad? Sarah didn't remember doing anything like that. Maybe it was all her imagination. It could be a coincidence that somehow every single girl in a mansion full of horny celebrities suddenly decided they didn't want girl sex that morning, but Sarah was suspicious.

Walking up toward her room, Sarah heard the unmistakable sounds that someone was definitely enjoying some fun. She recognized those cries as Michelle's and, judging from the way she was screaming profanity in her native tongue, she was having a hell of a time. Deciding to pay her maid back for a job well done that morning, Sarah followed the ecstasy and saw it came from Rose's room.

Smiling as she pictured Rose and Michelle naked as the blonde maid positioned herself on her hands and knees to take Mr. Snappy from behind, Sarah walked toward Rose's room and quickly heard a third set of moans. Sarah had heard those moans enough times to know they were Jennifer's and that got Sarah even hornier for some fun. She was the one getting married soon, she shouldn't be the one not getting any.

Sarah reached for the doorknob and was surprised when she found it locked. What the hell was going on? Rose never locked her door. Sarah knocked on the door and no one made any move to get it so she did it again, knocking harder.

"Rose, it's me," Sarah said. "Let me in! How come you're door's locked?"

But there was no response from anyone except more moaning.

"Hey! Let me in!" Sarah insisted. "No fair! Unlock your door!"

She pounded on the door this time, but still there was absolutely no response other than the ecstatic cries of girls in heat. Sarah was getting hot too, but this was from frustration, not arousal. How could they not hear her? Were they ignoring her or something?

Sarah had always had a bit of a temper and her anger was starting to bubble up. If they didn't want to acknowledge her, that was fine. She wasn't going to just stand out here in the hallway like a loser. Sarah stalked away, heading back to her room with a hard frown on her face.

She was getting pissed off and horny, not a good combination. Sarah knew she was going to be in a bad mood for the rest of the day if she didn't nip this in the bud. If no one here wanted to play, then Sarah wasn't going to beg. She was above that. She could just take matters into her own hands, so to speak.

Sarah had never really liked masturbating with her fingers that much. It was ok, but she always got off harder when she was being licked or penetrated and not just rubbing her clit. Fortunately she had a nice collection of toys in her room. She could satisfy her needs and then get to the bottom of what was going on here. It was a good plan, but when Sarah flung herself down on her bed and reached under her pillow for her vibrator she quickly found a flaw.

"Hey! What the fuck?" Sarah cried out to her empty room when she found nothing under her pillow. She pulled the pillow away and searched under the covers. Still there was no vibrator. Sarah stuck her head under the bed to see if it had fallen, but there was still no sign of it.

She knew she had left it there. She had used it last night before she had gone to sleep and she knew it hadn't fucking walked away in the middle of the night. Where the fuck was her vibrator?

Now Sarah was starting to get really pissed. Something was definitely going on here. She was soaking wet and angry as a cat tossed into a bath. She had to do something about this. Fortunately, she knew she had her pocket rocket in her purse for emergencies such as this. It had to be there because she never took it out. There were many times when she had so badly needed an orgasm and that little baby had gotten her humming nicely. Now was definitely a time for it.

But when Sarah reached into her purse she was horrified to discover that there was no sign of her trusty toy.

"Motherfucker!" Sarah snapped. What the hell was going on?

Sarah dumped out her purse onto her floor and tore through it, but there was no toy there. It was gone. She knew she hadn't taken it out. Someone else had to have. Someone had stolen her vibrator and her pocket rocket. A quick run to her bathroom for her emergency vibrator also proved futile and Sarah angrily yelled in frustration.

The angrier she got, the more Sarah felt like she needed to get off. Her temper did that to her sometimes and Sarah felt a great deal of stubbornness here. Whoever had stolen her toys wasn't going to stop her. She was ready to improvise and Sarah quickly got an idea. She reached into her drawer for her hairbrush, knowing that in a pinch that would do. In fact it gave Sarah a bit of a naughty rush to think about using her hairbrush like that.

"No fucking way!" Sarah shouted when she reached in and saw that her hairbrush was gone too. "Who's fucking doing this?"

A quick look around her room also showed that the remote controls to her television, TIVO and DVD player were gone as was the bottle of water she always kept around and the bottles of conditioner and shampoo she kept in her room. It was like someone had gone into her room and taken out every conceivable thing she could have used to get herself off.

Sarah kept shouting who had done this to her, but it was clear who it was. There was only one woman there who was capable of pulling shit like this.

"ROSE!!!" Sarah screamed as she stalked back into the hallway and toward her housemate's room. She pounded on the door this time with full anger, but still there was no response other than sex moans. So Sarah decided to find the first open room she could get into and interrogate the occupant. She was getting to the point of a willingness to take hostages if necessary to get her toys back.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2