Harem

Well here's the final part of book one. If you've been enjoying what you've been reading let me know at KMB2476@aol.com

Reese then began kissing all over Jessica's neck and down over her shoulders, brushing her long hair out of the way to get at her flesh. Jessica always loved having her neck kissed and it certainly helped increase her raging arousal that Reese was pressing her naked breasts to her back and still sawing her bottoms back and forth in her pussy.

"Ohhhhh shit...I do like it...I fucking love it," Jessica groaned. "You're so sexy Reese. Is that what you want to hear? You're not a good little wife. You're a nasty, pussy loving slut like the rest of us! God, you're getting me so wet Reese! Gonna make me come!"

"Mmmmmmmm I love hearing that," Reese replied, her nipples reflexively tightening with pleasure when she was reminded how bad she was being. "But I don't want you coming yet...not until I get my tongue inside you."

Reese hopped off the counter, landing right on her feet and whirled Jessica around. Before Jessica even had a chance to reset her feet, Reese pulled her right into a passionate kiss. Jessica's head was giddily spinning as Reese greedily sucked on her tongue and moved her hands up to cup the bare breasts right in front of her. Jessica moaned in delight as Reese squeezed and played with her tits. Her own hands had felt good on her flesh, but the touch of another woman was always better.

The new brunette's hands didn't stay on Jessica's breasts for long. Reese quickly moved them down Jessica's toned stomach, tracing her skin with her fingernails. She went right for Jessica's thong, taking just a moment to stare at the twisted bikini bottom still pressed between Jessica's cunt lips. After properly appreciating her handiwork, Reese tugged Jessica's thong down and resumed kissing her. The two girls wetly dueled tongues as Reese made Jessica naked. She then finally took care of herself, reaching around back to unsnap her half off bra, leaving them both in nothing but bare skin.

"So you gonna make me come now or are you all talk?" Jessica teased, already knowing Reese was as good as her word.

Reese just giggled and kissed Jessica harder, pressing her backwards step by step until Jessica was against the wall. As soon as Jessica was trapped, Reese really went to work and Jessica happily moaned as her lover leaned down to suck on her aching nipples while pressing two fingers right inside her snatch.

"Fuck!" Jessica hissed through her lips when Reese's fingers began rubbing her clitoris. "Ohhhhhhhhh Reese...that's it baby. Slide those fingers in me. Feel how wet that pussy is for you. Play with that clit! You are a naughty fucking thing Reese and I love it! Finger fuck that pussy Reese! Make me drip all over your hand!"

It seemed so long ago that Jessica had been first seduced. She still remembered that girl. She had been so shy when Love had first dragged her up to her room to change into their bikinis. And when Love had first touched her, Jessica's first instinct had been to run.

But fortunately, Love had convinced her to stay and a new woman had been born that day. The shy girl who had come to Malibu that day was long gone. Now she was being finger fucked by Reese Witherspoon and it was only a taste of what was to come. Just remembering the change from one party to the other was getting Jessica close to coming.

"Oooooh you're so tight," Reese sighed in between licks at Jessica's nipples. Her free hand was cupping whichever breast she was playing with, feeding it to her mouth. "God, your pussy feels so good on my fingers. So wet and tight. You're just so fucking hot Jessica! Mmmm I never want to stop fucking you!"

Reese knew she was babbling a little, but she also knew no one could blame her. She had Jessica Alba naked and wet for her. If that wasn't a time for babbling, then nothing ever could be. Reese just wanted to get her friend off and then get right to the party. Unfulfilling sex was a distant memory now. She was back amongst women.

While she kept sucking on Jessica's tits, Reese pushed her fingers inside the pink tightness of her friend's sex. Reese began pumping them in harder, making Jessica grunt with need and causing her bare tits to shake right in her face. Reese couldn't help but laugh as Jessica's soft, beautiful breasts slapped her cheeks and chin. It all felt so good and she was already getting wet for her next orgasm. But Reese was going to wait for that one. She had Jessica to attend to first.

Leaving Jessica's saliva coated chest behind, Reese made sure her lover was still pinned up against the wall of the stock room and fell down to her knees. This pressed Reese's face right up against Jessica's pussy and she inhaled deeply, loving her smell.

But Jessica was getting impatient and was in no mood for Reese to just fill her lungs with her sexual perfume. Jessica's hand pressed itself to the back of Reese's head and pushed her forward, right into her pussy.

Reese didn't resist a bit and as soon as Jessica's cunt was against her mouth she got to work with a flurry of hard licks against her labia. Jessica groaned and bucked her hips against Reese's face, mashing her wetness all over her skin.

In response, Reese stopped attending to Jessica's slit and pushed her tongue right inside her pussy. Reese's tongue penetrated Jessica's soft folds and went right after her clit. It took but a few seconds of searching for Reese to locate it and her tongue started working it over with hard, long licks.

"Yessssssss more Reese...more," Jessica urged, her hand still on the back of Reese's head. "That's it! Lick that clit! Ughhhhh taste how fucking hot I am for you Reese!"

Reese knew that as hot as Jessica was for her tongue she was even hotter for the taste of her lover's cum. For too long Reese's lips had been parched for the taste of another woman and she knew Jessica was going to give her all she needed. Reese had her mouth pushed as far against Jessica's pussy as she could manage and she hungrily swallowed every drop of juice Jessica was feeding her while her tongue continued to play with her clit.

God, she had missed this. Reese couldn't get enough of Jessica's taste and the sound of her growing moans. Jessica was so wet for her and Reese couldn't wait to feast on her cream. She kept her tongue busy against Jessica's clit while her hands reached around back to squeeze and massage the cheeks of her ass.

Jessica's moans only got louder from the feel of Reese's hands on her butt. Reese let her hands play all over the sculpted cheeks and she loved feeling the wet spots her own saliva had left on them. She just felt so wanton and that felt so good.

She loved being on her knees, eating another girl out and gripping onto her ass. Reese peered up from between Jessica's legs and shot her a long, soulful look with her eyes, hoping Jessica saw her and got off on it.

Reese's hopes on both ends were certainly confirmed with another series of breathless, horny moans. Jessica and Reese locked eyes and stared deeply into each other. Jessica loved looking at Reese's soft, needy eyes. It was as if they were begging for her cum.

Jessica responded by grabbing onto a nearby shelf for support so she could grind herself harder against Reese's face. Jessica used the leverage to move herself up and down, pressing her smooth, bare lips to Reese's mouth and coaxing her tongue to work her clit over faster and harder.

The sounds of Jessica's arousal grew louder and more frantic as Reese took her cue and moved her tongue at a quicker pace. Instead of the long licks she'd been using, Reese targeted her tongue at the center of Jessica's clit and gave it a furious licking. Reese's tongue moved wildly on Jessica's clit, hitting the spot over and over again as Jessica cried for more.

"So close...so close...so close..." Jessica panted, her tits jiggling with each grind against Reese's face. Her clit seemed to swell up more every time Reese tongued it and it was driving Jessica wild.

Jessica's hand continued to hold Reese down between her legs. She gripped a clump of her long, dark hair, but when Reese began to pull herself out, Jessica didn't stop her.

"Mmmmm you do like that don't you," Reese smiled as she took a long gulp of oxygen. "You like fucking my pretty face?"

"Uhhhhhhhhuhhhhhhh..." Jessica groaned in the affirmative, her hips bucking forward again and again to try and get Reese back to it.

"I'll bet you'd like fucking my fingers again too," Reese purred before sliding her two fingers back inside Jessica's tightness. Jessica shrieked in delight at the penetration and began fucking herself against them as Reese held her hand steady.

Jessica fucked Reese's fingers like they were two pink sex toys inside her and, as soon as she got a steady rhythm back up against them, Reese pushed her face back into it and resumed eating Jessica's pussy.

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" Jessica cried out, the two stimulations making her body shake in anticipation. Her orgasm was so close and words were failing her. All that was tumbling past her lips were garbled cries of extreme pleasure. Reese's tongue on her clit and her fingers thrusting inside her cunt were leaving her gasping for air.

There was too much coming in all at once, but Jessica never wanted it to stop. She just closed her eyes and continued balancing herself up and down on the shelf with one hand while the other locked Reese's head between her legs.

With Jessica's eyes closed and Reese's head away from the door, neither girl saw the door open. Jennifer Garner stood stunned in the doorway, unable to believe what she was seeing. There was Jessica spreading her legs for some random goddamn fucking slut!

She and Jessica were supposed to be here together and it had taken all of 30 seconds for the girl she thought was her friend to go and run off with someone else. Jennifer had never expected to find this when she had come looking for Jessica and it left her shocked and hurt, with a growing anger.

Jennifer couldn't even see whom it was who was eating Jessica out and she didn't want to see. They had obviously been doing this for some time because Jessica looked ready to come. Jennifer didn't want to see any more. She was too furious to do anything but push the door closed again and storm away.

Jessica thought she had heard something, but when she opened her eyes all she saw was that the door was closed. She thought briefly about asking Reese if she had heard something too, but another hard flurry of licks to her clit quickly derailed that train of thought for Jessica.

All she could think about was her orgasm rushing forward at an uncontrollable speed. Reese was making her clit absolutely throb with desire and her fingers felt so good, pushing inside her pink folds and loosening up her tightness.

The only thing missing was a toy for Reese to shove up her ass, but Jessica knew that could wait for later. She was panting and sweating and Reese was doing just fine with only her tongue and fingers.

All Jessica had to do was bend her head down to see Reese staring back up at her, rubbing her face into her pussy and visibly loving what she was doing. That sight was what set Jessica off and with a howl she creamed Reese's movie star face.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHH" Jessica screamed in orgasm, not caring if anyone heard her or not. This felt too good to keep quiet. Her orgasm pounded her naked body and Jessica humped against Reese's face with every tremor. Reese's mouth was so hungry and Jessica wanted to feed her every drop she could spare.

Jessica babbled Reese's name over and over again, her cries turning to moans and then happy coos as her orgasm cycled down. Reese remained on her knees, licking up every drop of girl cream and loving how it sizzled on her tongue and dripped down to her stomach. It felt so good that Reese didn't stop licking until Jessica's legs finally gave out and she slowly dropped herself down so they were both on their knees.

The two girls immediately fell into another deep kiss, their juice coated lips and their bare tits all rubbing together in a happy mess of naked girl flesh. Neither girl cared how much time was passing as they kissed each other again and again.

"Mmmmm now I'm ready for the party to start," Reese sighed, resting her head against Jessica's chest.

"Speaking of which, we'd better get out there again," Jessica replied. "Sarah's going to be here soon and I think Alyson is waiting for all the stuff I was supposed to bring her."

"Should we even bother getting dressed?" Reese asked with a giggle.

"Welllllll...I guess they do encourage nudity around here," Jessica said with an excited smile of her own. "And most of the party has seen us both naked already. I'll show off if you do."

Reese didn't answer with words, but rather with another kiss to Jessica's lips. They lingered in their liplock, but finally broke it off. After they did, they gathered up their forgotten clothes and tucked them under their arms, not intending to do much to cover up their bodies for the rest of the weekend. The two girls then walked out of the stock room hand in hand.

At the last second Jessica remembered to grab the box she had been supposed to bring to Alyson, but something else entirely slipped their minds and remained forgotten in the stock room...Reese's wedding ring.

Meanwhile the last group of invited guests had left Malibu and was enroute to Jamaica. This was the key group because it wasn't going to be much of a party if Sarah wasn't there. Convincing Sarah to trust them and get on the plane had taken a little bit more time than her housemates had originally hoped, but in the end they had departed with the guest of honor on board.

At least they were going down in style, Love thought as she explored the plane. Private jets were nothing new to her. She'd flown in a lot of them, but she'd never owned one. Christina and Britney did, however, and after the jet had brought them down to Hedonism earlier, they had sent it back to get the rest of them.

Too bad my singing career never took off, Love thought to herself as she walked around. If it had then she could have afforded two or three of these like Britney and Christina could. This place was practically a home in the skies. It even had a private bedroom inside it.

Love looked around the bedroom and smiled when she wondered what naughty things Britney and Christina had done in here. Her nipples swelled under her sundress as she hoped that on the flight back they'd show her first hand. Love had been on the road when Britney and Christina had moved in so she hadn't had much time to spend getting to know the two pop princesses. But every time she had been with them, she had been left smiling and creaming and that was just the state Love wanted to be all weekend.

She didn't even know how many people were coming to this party, but she knew one thing for sure...she was going to want to fuck each and every one of them. If all worked out, everything would be ready by the time they landed in Jamaica.

Love couldn't wait. Rose, Jennifer and Michelle were all on the plane and they all seemed so excited. Love could practically taste the aroused anticipation in the air.

With a little squeal, Love hopped onto the bed and bounced a bit, playing around with no one watching. She wasn't wearing any underwear under her dress and that sent her tits jiggling and reminded Love of how bad she just wanted someone to peel her dress off and get to work on every inch of her body. But before Love could make herself any hornier, she heard a clearing throat demanding her attention.

"You lied to me yesterday, didn't you?" Sarah said as she stood in the doorway of the bedroom. "You know, when I wanted you to get in the shower with me. You felt fine, didn't you?"

"Kind of," Love sheepishly admitted. "Are you mad Sarah? We didn't do it to be mean."

"Well I don't think you did. Rose on the other hand..." Sarah replied, trailing off at the end of her thought before changing the subject and sitting down on the bed next to her housemate. "Tell you what Love, I'll forgive you and stop being mad at you if you tell me what's going on. I know you guys have something planned. I mean that's why you've all been total bitches and haven't let me come. So what's going on Love? What's Rose's plan?"

"I can't say. It's a surprise," Love said, a little afraid Sarah was going to start screaming at her or something. But Sarah remained calm.

"You can give me a little itty bitty hint, though, can't you?" Sarah pressed, her body rubbing right up against Love's. Their lips were almost kissing as they spoke. "Look at us, we're on a plane and no one's even telling me where we're going. I hate it when people keep secrets from me. C'mon Love, you can tell me. I totally won't tell Rose it was you who spilled. I know you want to tell me."

"I...I...can't," Love insisted, fighting against her own nature here. Aside from the huge one she carried around with her every day, Love had never been very good at keeping secrets. It was just too tempting to not tell and it had been so hard to keep this from Sarah.

The first thing Love had wanted to do when she heard about the party was go tell Sarah just to see the look on her face. And she wanted to tell Sarah now more than ever. She didn't want her friend to be mad at her. It was a hard impulse for Love to ignore and she felt herself weakening.

"Of course you can," Sarah said, her hands reaching up to caress Love's chest through her dress. "No one's around to stop you. I know you want to tell me everything that's going to happen. Mmmmm I can make it worth your while Love. I know you wanted to get in the shower with me yesterday. It must have been so hard on you to say no. How about I just pull up this little dress of yours and do everything I was going to do to you in that shower. Would you like that Love? My tongue in your pussy? Mmmmm and your ass too...fucking you and making you cream all over my face. You wouldn't even have to do me back. All you'd have to do is tell me what Rose is planning. If you do that I'll make you come so hard that you won't be seeing straight for the rest of the day."

Sarah's hands began to play with Love's bare tits under her dress, squeezing and pushing them together as the former slayer grinned wickedly. Her words and actions were so tempting and Love felt herself beginning to slip. She found herself ready to tell Sarah everything about the surprise that was waiting for her in Jamaica.

"Damnnnnn...I look gooooooooooooood..." Rose laughed as she stared at her own picture in Allure magazine. It had just been lying around on the plane as reading material and Rose had been bored enough to flip it open and take a good gawk at herself. She had been one of several celebrities to pose naked for the magazine recently. All the good parts were covered, but they all had been quite obviously naked in the photos.

Rose had never had a problem with nudity, but she had actually been a little sick the day of the shoot. Still you could never tell that from the picture. Rose had to admit that it was one of the best pictures of her that had ever been taken. She was lying on bales of hay, her arm crossed over her tits and her legs positioned so you couldn't see any pussy, but it was sexier that way than it wouldn't have been if she had assumed a Hustler pose and just sat back and spread her legs a mile wide.

"Yeah, I'd totally fuck me," Rose laughed as Jennifer sat across from her and tried to get a little extra sleep. Jennifer couldn't help but laugh affectionately at Rose's cockiness. She was right, though. Those pictures were amazing. Jennifer had seen them one day while at a supermarket and all she'd wanted to do afterwards was to break every speed limit to get home and just bury her face in Rose's pussy. They were that good.

Jennifer closed her eyes again, wanting to make sure she was completely well rested before the party began. She didn't want to tire herself out too easily. For once she had no demons in her mind, trying to make her feel guilty. She had a free and clear conscience and she wanted to live out every fantasy today. Jennifer knew that she wasn't going to be able to do that if she needed to take a nap in the middle of the fun.

But before Jennifer could doze off, Rose interrupted with a very good question.

"Hey! Where's Sarah?" Rose asked, putting down the magazine and looking around the plane.

"I don't know," Jennifer replied, gazing her eyes around. "I guess she went off exploring or something. I mean it's not like she jumped off or anything. Relax, she's here somewhere."

"Yeah, but where's Love?" Rose demanded, her radar going off like crazy. She knew what was going on here!

"Uh oh..." Jennifer said, immediately grasping what Rose was getting at.

"That little slut's gonna tell her everything," Rose declared, shooting up from her seat. "Shit, I gotta find them before it's too late."

"Ooooooh I will go find them," Michelle said, inserting herself into the conversation.

"Yeah right...one lick and you'll be selling out all of us," Rose snorted, dismissing the maid's offer. "You just keep sitting frenchy...I'll go find them."

Fortunately there weren't many places to hide on the plane and, after Rose peeked into the bathroom, she knew there was only one other place they could be. She walked toward the plane's bedroom and found the door closed. But that was only a temporary obstacle as Rose pushed the door open and found Sarah and Love lying next to each other on the bed.

Love's dress was bunched up around her waist and her pussy was exposed as Sarah's fingers rubbed up and down her slit, attempting to coax information from her.

"C'mon Love...tell me..." Sarah pressed. "All you have to do is open up that pretty mouth and tell me where we're going and what Rose is planning. I know you want to. If you do, you're going to be able to come all over my fingers. And then I'll lick you. I'll lick you everywhere you want Love...again and again."

Rose grinned at Sarah's cunning. If she was in her place, she would have gone right for Love too. That girl couldn't keep a secret if you stapled her lips shut. Neither of them had noticed she was standing in the doorway and Rose enjoyed the view of Love naked from the waist down and her eyes closed in pleasure as Sarah teased her labia. Of course Rose could also see that Love was right on the verge of spilling every detail, so she stepped in before it was too late.

"Oh no!" Rose said firmly as she walked inside the bedroom. "Hands off the pussy Sarah! Bad girl!"

"Awwwwwww fuck," Sarah snapped in frustration as she yanked her hand away from Love. "You know, I don't like any of you right now and I hate you the most Rose!"

"No you don't," Rose smiled, reaching down to rub Sarah's pouting chin. "You love me Sarah. Don't pretend you don't. Mmmmm and you're going to love me even more once we land."

"C'monnnnnnnnnnnnn...give me a hint," Sarah whined. "I know something's going to happen. Just give me some kind of clue about why you're all making me suffer like this!"

"Well I would have...but you had to go off and be a sneaky little slut, didn't you Sarah?" Rose teased, knowing full well she had never had any intention of giving Sarah a clue about what was waiting for her. "You tried to take advantage of poor little Love here, so no clue for you."

"AGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Sarah groaned in loud frustration as she leapt off the bed and stormed for the doorway. "You all suck!"

"I'm sorry Rose," Love offered meekly. "But I didn't tell her anything. I swear!"

"I believe you," Rose said. It was clear from Sarah's demeanor that she still knew nothing. "Don't worry about it Love."

Love then smiled in relief and began pulling down her sundress.

"Wait...wait...wait...what are you doing?" Rose asked. "I didn't tell you to cover up. Keep that dress hiked up sweetie."

"Oh yeah? Why?" Love inquired, licking her lips in anticipation of what she hoped was about to come. Sarah's touch had gotten her nice and wet.

"So I can give you a little reward for not spilling the beans," Rose grinned, crawling onto the bed and positioning her face right between Love's legs. "If you were feeling horny, you should have come to me. After all, Sarah's not the only one here who know how to give your pussy a good licking."

Rose immediately set about proving that, sliding her tongue right inside Love's cunt and filling the plane with ecstatic cries that everyone could hear, especially Sarah.

As Rose did what she'd been wanting to do, Sarah gritted her teeth in her seat, the fire in her loins turning more and more into a raging blaze by the second. Wherever they were flying had better be worth it. That was all Sarah knew.

Back at the resort, Jennifer Garner was trying very hard to keep from crying. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She didn't want anyone to know that she felt like her heart was breaking.

She couldn't believe Jessica had done this to her. They were supposed to be here together and she was off with the first piece of ass that winked at her. Jennifer was furious as she fought back the angry, hurt tears that were threatening to pour out of her eyes. She had come here looking for fun with her lover, but now all Jennifer wanted to do was get the next flight back to Los Angeles and forget she had ever met Jessica Alba.

When they had hooked up in that conference room at the studio, it had simply been the best sex of Jennifer's life. And when they had gone to that club and indulged in their passions again, Jennifer felt like she and Jessica had made a real connection. The fact that Natalie Portman had been with them that night had certainly added extra spice, but what Jennifer had focused on most of all was being with Jessica.

Jennifer wasn't naive. She knew that she and Jessica couldn't exactly go out to movie premieres or the Emmys holding hands as girlfriends. But she had thought when they were alone or with safe company they would be together as lovers and that they wouldn't hide their relationship from anyone else. Jennifer felt like what she and Jessica had was special, but apparently Jessica didn't feel the same way.

She was starting to feel very sorry for herself and finally the tears started to spill out as Jennifer wandered farther and farther away from the stock room containing Jessica and her little whore. Jennifer wiped her tears away with hard rubs of her eyes. She wasn't going to do this. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to get sad. It was better to get angry.

And Jennifer did feel angry. She was mad at Jessica for going off with this girl and she was mad at her for not feeling the same way she did about them. Jennifer felt so stupid right now. She had just been another girl for Jessica to fuck...just another notch on the bedpost. Jennifer had thought it had been more, but it hadn't. It just hadn't.

Jennifer knew that there were going to be a lot of girls at this party and she hadn't thought that she and Jessica were just going to be with each other. But Jennifer had thought that she and Jessica would be playing with these girls together, working as a team as they worked their way through a roomful of hot girls. That was what Jennifer had fantasized about and seeing Jessica off with this mystery girl had turned those fantasies to nightmares.

Her whole body was a sea of roaring emotions now. Jennifer was trying to control herself. She was keeping her tears at bay, but her anger was growing. Part of her wondered why she was acting this way. She and Jessica had never talked about any type of exclusivity or anything in their relationship. But Jennifer had just assumed there would be. Now she saw how wrong she was. She had just felt Jessica would only want to really be with her.

She remembered how she had felt when she had first seen Jessica with Natalie. Pangs of jealousy had tugged at her. She hadn't wanted to share Jessica with anyone. But it looked like Jessica wanted to share herself with everyone and Jennifer didn't think she could handle it.

Jennifer wandered back into the ballroom and was happy to see that it was unoccupied for the moment. This would give her a chance to compose herself. She needed to calm down and get a grip. A potentially unwise idea seized her and Jennifer made her way behind the bar. She pulled out a glass and began searching for a bottle...any bottle that would make the anger disappear.

She grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured herself a healthy amount in the glass. Jennifer downed it and after coughing and sticking out her tongue from the strength of the alcohol she began pouring herself another glass. It was then that Jennifer found out she wasn't quite alone.

"Maybe you'd better slow down," the undeniably female voice spoke up. "The party hasn't even started yet."

Jennifer looked up and nearly choked on her own tongue over who she saw sauntering toward her. Words couldn't form as Jennifer tried to wrap her mind around the fact that Angelina Jolie was heading her way.

"Ummmm hey..." Jennifer finally said. She didn't normally get tongue-tied and it had been a long time since she had been star struck by anyone. But this wasn't just anyone...it was Angelina Jolie heading her way in a thin beige top and leather pants. "Are you...ummm...coming to the party?"

Jennifer tried not to look too embarrassed, but inside she felt like a complete dork. It was as if she was back in high school with geeky glasses and braces. But Angelina didn't seem to mind her stammering. She just smiled and laughed gently.

"I'm not here for the Shriners convention honey," Angelina replied. "I'm here for the same party you are. I got to know Sarah very, very well recently."

"Ohhhhhh I really don't know her all that well," Jennifer admitted. "I'm here with someone else...at least I thought I was."

"Is this someone you thought you were with the reason you're hitting the bottle so early?" Angelina inquired. Jennifer didn't answer. But the look on her face gave Angelina all the information she needed.

"Well just don't get crawl too far into that bottle," Angelina advised. "You don't want to be passed out in the corner when everyone else is having a good time."

"I don't think I'm going to be having much of a good time," Jennifer admitted. "I might just get out of here. I really don't want to see a certain someone right now."

"Wow...what did this girl do to you?" Angelina asked. "I assume it's a girl, right? I thought this was a no boys allowed party."

"It is and she is..." Jennifer explained. "I just really don't want to talk about it. I just thought someone felt differently about me."

"Maybe she does and just has a different way of showing it than you do," Angelina speculated.

"I don't want to be rude, but I really don't want to talk about this," Jennifer said. "I just think I'm going to get my things from my room and go back home."

"Oh no you don't," Angelina said, holding out her arm to block Jennifer from walking out from behind the bar. "I don't want anyone leaving this party, least of all you Jennifer. I've been admiring you for a long time."

"You have?" Jennifer asked, the anger starting to fade away and be replaced with something else entirely. Angelina was absolutely stunning and Jennifer was beginning to think she might be running off a little too early from here. After all, wasn't turnabout fair play?

Knowing that Angelina was a fan was a good enough feeling, but the look in the raven-haired goddess' eyes showed there was extra meaning behind her words and that was one serious turn on.

"Oh yeah, I always wanted a chance to be alone with you and it looks like we're plenty alone right now," Angelina said as she began walking around the counter until she was behind the bar with Jennifer.

The "Alias" star didn't quite now how to react. This was so sudden and Angelina was so sexual that it was a lot of new emotion piled upon the ones she was already struggling with. But, there was still no way Jennifer was going to offer any resistance if Angelina made an advance.

"So this girlfriend of yours, did you catch her with someone else?" Angelina inquired as she and Jennifer stood face to face.

"How...how did you know?" Jennifer gasped.

"I can see it in your eyes," Angelina explained. "You have the look of someone who just walked in and found their lover with their pants down giving it to someone else. Believe me, I know that look. I've had it myself a few too many times. What you need to do right now is not think about it. You need to find a distraction and fast."

That was just what Jennifer wanted and as her arousal started to grow she became more and more willing to play along with Angelina's game.

"Oh yeah? And what kind of distraction is there for this?" Jennifer asked, purposely leaving herself wide open for what she hoped was about to come.

In response, Angelina shot Jennifer a wicked grin and moved in for a kiss. Angelina pressed herself right to Jennifer's lips, where she met no resistance. It was a closed mouth kiss at first, a slow start for the two girls who had never been together before now, but it quickly deepened.

Pushing her anger at Jessica aside, Jennifer opened her mouth and let Angelina suck on her tongue. Mmmm this girl knew just how to kiss and Jennifer felt her knees start to get weak as she surrendered to the touch of Angelina's amazing lips. Angelina pushed the kiss deeper and deeper. She took Jennifer's tongue in her mouth and pressed her hands to her face, trapping the very willing girl against her.

Jennifer's body was starting to light up like a carnival ride that someone had turned the switch on. The kiss spread arousal throughout her and Jennifer suddenly felt very underdressed. She was standing there just in a bikini and sandals. Her suit was white with a pink trim running all around the sides of her top and bottoms. Though the bikini didn't show much more flesh than she usually did, Jennifer felt positively naked next to Angelina.

Every so often the two girls would break for oxygen, but for the most part it was a non-stop kiss. Jennifer took Angelina's tongue in her mouth and tried to keep up with the sex goddess, kissing her back and trying to show her how bad she wanted her.

Angelina Jolie had always been such a hot fantasy of Jennifer's. She was just so stunning with those perfect lips, large breasts, fiery and soulful eyes and an attitude that oozed carnality. But Jennifer never would have had the guts to go up and make a move on her. Her attempt to seduce Jessica had been a disaster. But now it sure seemed that Angelina was just as willing to play with her as Jessica had been that day.

Jennifer's nipples hardened under her top until they were visibly poking through against the soft material of her bikini. When Jennifer peered down and saw that she was having the same affect on Angelina she nearly giggled with giddiness right into her new friend's mouth. Instead she moved her hands up to cup Angelina's breasts through her thin, silk top, delighting in how hard her nipples were against it..

"Mmmmmmm that's it, now you're getting it," Angelina moaned, breaking off their saliva filled kiss. "You need to see that this is going to be a party Jennifer. I think your girlfriend already knows that. Now it's time for to you learn it too. You're supposed to be here having fun. She is...so should you."

"I don't want to talk about her," Jennifer declared, her lust for Angelina overcoming any desire she might have had to leave. "I just want you Angelina. Fuck me! Fuck me right now!"

"That's what I want to hear," Angelina grinned, her hands still caressing Jennifer's soft, gorgeous face before leaning in for another long, passionate kiss. Angelina was in complete control and Jennifer just let her push her onward. She was angry and horny and she needed relief now. Angelina was going to give it to her and there was no way Jennifer wasn't going to accept this sexy gift that was making her pussy so wet under her bottoms.

The two girls kissed again and again. As far as they knew they were still alone behind the bar, but they wouldn't have stopped even if the whole party was watching them. Jennifer needed this and her need grew more demanding with each passing second Angelina's magnificent lips were on hers. She was starting to soak her bottoms and when Angelina moved a hand off of her face and began tracing it down her body, Jennifer tensed up, hoping she was going just where she wanted her to be.

"Yesssssssss..." Jennifer groaned into the kiss as Angelina's hand pressed against her bottoms. She didn't slid under her bikini, but rather palmed her wetness through it. Rubbing her mound sexily through the material and getting her even wetter.

"So wet," Angelina grinned. "Mmmm I'll bet your cum is so fucking sweet. I need to taste you Jennifer. I need to feel your pussy all over my tongue. You want it too, don't you?"

"God yes...please..." Jennifer begged, her voice low and thick with horny need. "Fuck me Angelina! Get my bottoms off and eat my pussy! Ohhhhh you kiss so nice. I want to feel that tongue inside me. I want you to eat me out and make me come!"

"Get on the counter..." Angelina playfully ordered. "This is the only kind of drink I'm going to be swallowing today."

Jennifer felt a wicked rush and immediately did as she was told. This felt so slutty and she loved it. She had never gotten it on in such a public place before. It made the conference room she and Jessica hooked up in seem like fortress with a moat around it. But it was new and hot for her and Jennifer was completely willing to do to it. She'd show Jessica she wasn't the only one who could get a random girl to go down on her.

The leggy actress pulled herself up on the bar counter and the thick oak easily supported Jennifer's slim, toned frame. Once she was securely up there, Jennifer spread her legs wide, knowing that her wetness had to be making her white bottoms look almost see through by now. But she didn't care. All she cared about was getting Angelina's tongue inside her.

"Fuck me!" Jennifer demanded, rubbing her own bottoms wantonly. "I need you Angelina! Show me how fucking good you are!"

"Don't worry sweetie," Angelina assured her new soon to be lover. "I know I've got a reputation and it's not even half as good as I really am. You're going to come so hard. Your hot little cunt belongs to me now and I am going to drink down every sweet drop of your cum."

That promise alone caused Jennifer to moan wildly and toss her head back, making her long, brown hair to fly a little around her face. She quickly brushed it aside so she could have a clear view of Angelina positioning herself between her legs and reaching for her bikini bottoms.

While shooting Jennifer a wicked smile hot enough to melt through clothing, Angelina hooked her fingers into Jennifer's bottoms and pulled them down her long legs. Angelina didn't even bother with Jennifer's top. All she wanted was exposed right before her horny eyes and she went right for it.

As soon as Jennifer's bottoms were off her legs, Angelina buried her face in her pussy and started licking away at her pink folds.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmyyyyyyyyyyyyygaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwd!!!" Jennifer cried out as her body was suddenly seized by pure pleasure. Angelina's tongue was absolutely incredible. Jessica was great at eating pussy, but with just a few swipes from Angelina's tongue showed Jennifer that she was on some elite level that few mortals were able to reach. She had such skill that Jennifer felt like it would only take a few seconds for her to get off.

Jennifer fought hard against that with every fiber of her being. Angelina's tongue felt so amazing inside her pussy that she didn't want the pleasure to end prematurely. She wanted it to never end. Orgasm would almost be like a punishment because it meant that Angelina would pull that tongue away from her. Jennifer couldn't have that. She never wanted Angelina to stop eating her.

"Ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Jennifer cried out over and over again. "It's so good! Soooooooo fucking goooooooooood!!! More Angelina! More tongue! Oh God Angelina keep licking meeeeee!!! Never stop!!!"

Jennifer was hardly the first girl that she had ever heard begging for more of her tongue and if the gods of lust kept shining on her, then hopefully she would be far from the last. Angelina knew she had a great tongue. She had put in a lot of practice to get her skills in the refined shape they were in now and she loved getting girls off. Jennifer was just the first. Angelina was planning on getting her tongue a lot of work today.

But that was in the future. Right now Angelina attended to her horny lover. Jennifer's pussy looked so beautiful...all pink and spread open for her tongue. She bathed each and every one of her soft folds with her tongue, savoring every taste of the juice that she was collecting with each lick. But Angelina knew the sweet flavor she was tasting now was nothing compared to the main course that was awaiting her. She wanted Jennifer's cum and she wasn't leaving this spot until she got it.

"Ahhhhhhhh fuck yesssssssssss oooooooooooooh eat me Angelina!" Jennifer urged with aroused cries, her voice staggering and easily broken with the pleasure coursing through her bottomless body. "Ohhhhhhhh eat that fucking cunt Angelina! Gobble up my pussy!!! Oooooooooh soooooooo gooooooooooooooooooood!!! I'm gonna cum soon baby! I'm gonna feed you all my fucking cream just like you want!!"

That was absolutely what Angelina wanted. Every action she had taken since she had seen Jennifer behind the bar had been designed to get just that result. Whatever heartache Jennifer was going through was just a convenient way for Angelina to get her bikini off. Angelina was already wondering who Jennifer's girlfriend was and getting a taste of her pussy too. She didn't care who was right or wrong in this fight. She just wanted sex.

Angelina used two of her fingers to spread open Jennifer's pussy and lick even faster and deeper. Angelina had always thought Jennifer was beautiful, but she had certainly never looked better to her than she did at that moment...bottomless and spread open on the bar, every inch of her pink pussy seemingly on display and exposed for Angelina's cum starved tongue.

There wasn't an inch of Jennifer's cunt that Angelina didn't want to work over. She sucked on the lips of her labia and tongue fucked her folds, swallowing every drop her tongue could reach. When she had indulged in enough tasting, Angelina went for the prize. By now Jennifer's clit was so swollen a blind man could have found it. Angelina's tongue hit it and made it throb and caused Jennifer to writhe on the counter.

"Ughhhhhhh more...more...please more..." Jennifer moaned.

"More" was basically the only word Jennifer could get past her lips anymore. It was all she wanted and all her brain could form. The ability to speak coherently was quickly leaving her, but she didn't care. She just wanted to feel more of Angelina's tongue inside her.

The whole time Angelina had been eating her out, Jennifer had unconsciously rubbing her own tits through her bikini top. The material was chafing against her swollen nipples and that just made the feeling more intense for Jennifer. When she took notice of what her hands had been up to, Jennifer began massaging her breasts harder, grabbing the firm mounds with her hands and making her chest tingle.

Finally Jennifer couldn't take it anymore. She had to feel flesh against her hands. As Angelina's tongue continued to bat her clitoris around, Jennifer reached around her back to untie her bikini top. She flung it to the floor and immediately got her hands back to her now bare breasts. Her hard nipples felt so good poking against her palms and rubbing her own tits raw just pushed Jennifer closer to orgasm.

For her part, Angelina was really enjoying herself. There were going to be a ton of hot girls at the party and Angelina had big plans, but Jennifer's pussy was so tight and her flavor was so sweet that Angelina promised herself that she'd pay her new friend another visit with her tongue before the festivities were over.

There was so much of Jennifer's hot flesh that Angelina wanted to explore and her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to below her splayed pussy, where the actress' puckered asshole lay sadly neglected.

Jennifer's pussy ordinarily would have been too good a sticky treat for Angelina to draw her taste buds away from, but once she got the notion in her mind, Angelina couldn't stop thinking about seeing how open Jennifer would be to some backdoor play. It was too appealing an idea for her to ignore.

The more she thought about it the more Angelina got wet over the idea of fucking Jennifer Garner's tight, toned ass. It was so drool worthy every week on "Alias" and Angelina knew she couldn't deny herself.

Sliding a finger in right away would have been too presumptuous. Angelina didn't know how much Jennifer would like it, even though her instinct was telling her the girl wasn't a virgin to anal play. A tongue would be much, much more effective to test the waters and, even though she loved every lick of Jennifer's delicious pussy, Angelina had to test the waters for herself.

When Angelina pulled her tongue out of her pussy, Jennifer reacted with a loud groan of disappointment. Her orgasm had been getting so close. Why was Angelina stopping? Her tongue was only gone from her cunt for a second, but to Jennifer's desperately aroused mind, it felt like an hour.

But all that frustration disappeared the moment Angelina's tongue slid right back into her body and began exploring her tender asshole.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" Jennifer squealed at the top of her lungs, giving Angelina an instant approval of her actions. "YESSSSSSS OHHHHHHH GOD YESSSSSSS!!! FUCK ME ANGELINA!!! I LOVE IT IN MY ASS!!!"

Once again patting her instincts on the back for being right, Angelina happily got to work teasing and tasting Jennifer's tight hole. She made sure plenty of saliva dripped inside her lover's ass while her left hand spread Jennifer's cheeks open, giving her both lube and space to begin tongue fucking her. Angelina used her tongue like a hard toy on Jennifer's ass, fucking her puckered starfish while her right hand kept at her pussy.

The double stimulation nearly sent Jennifer flying off the bar top and onto the floor, but she wouldn't have minded. The pleasure of having Angelina Jolie tongue fucking her holes would easily have been worth a few bruises. But fortunately, it wasn't necessary to make that sacrifice because Jennifer steadied herself and just let the amazing pleasure fill her, getting her right to the verge of orgasm.

Angelina made sure Jennifer's two hot spots got plenty of attention. She explored Jennifer's asshole with long, tender licks while her fingers rubbed Jennifer's clit, making sure she knew just when the girl was about to come. As much as Angelina loved tonguing Jennifer's ass, she wasn't going to miss the taste of her orgasmic cream for anything.

Even since her first sexual exploration of herself, Angelina had loved the taste...the feel...the whole essence of cum. It was sex at its most primal and basic and there was nothing on this Earth that could rival the taste of a woman. Angelina had known she had liked girls since she had first wrapped her brain around the concept of sex and the years had only made that desire for female flesh stronger. There was no way her tongue was going to miss out on Jennifer's orgasm.

Jennifer felt her body getting so close she could barely stand it anymore. She didn't want this to end, Angelina was too good, but she also wanted the intense bliss she knew she was going to get when she finally came. Part of her wanted not to come and to prolong the pleasure while the other part wanted that orgasm right then and now. Unfortunately for the part that wanted to wait, it was fighting off a tidal wave with an umbrella.

"OHHHHHHHHH AHHHHH YESSSSSSSS SOOOOOOO CLOOOOOOSSSSSEEEEEE!!!" Jennifer managed to grunt out loudly to warn her lover through her gritted teeth.

Angelina immediately responded by pulling her tongue out of Jennifer's ass and getting her lips back on her clitoris. She captured the swollen pleasure center right between her lips and sucked on it greedily, jamming her whole face right up against Jennifer's spread open cunt. The hard, intense suck of her clit was all that was needed to push Jennifer right over the edge.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jennifer just screamed out loud in absolute ecstasy as Angelina's mouth opened the floodgates in her body. Her nude body bounced on the bar top and Jennifer had to move her hands off her tits to grab onto the edge to keep from falling backwards. Her bare ass ground itself into the polished oak as Angelina kept her face latched onto her creaming pussy, licking up every drop.

There wasn't a bit of girl cum that Angelina missed. Her tongue picked it all up and pushed it right down her throat to feed her rumbling stomach. It was the sweetest candy in the world to Angelina and in a way swallowing Jennifer's essence down was even more pleasurable than her own orgasm would have been.

Jennifer's raging orgasm forced her pussy to hump up against Angelina's face, but the raven haired sex queen took it all in stride...sucking and licking everything Jennifer gave her until her orgasm finally ended.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Jennifer moaned in bliss, her head craned backwards and her long hair draped down toward the floor. She had no desire to ever move again. She just wanted to lie here in her afterglow and enjoy every second of it. But Angelina had other plans and she grasped Jennifer by the hands as she rose up from her knees, pulling her up into a kiss.

Jennifer eagerly returned the gesture, kissing her lover passionately and thanking her for everything she had just felt by sucking on her tongue and caressing her beautiful face, just as Angelina had earlier done to her. Jennifer was about to reach around Angelina's back to get at the strings that held her top together when she heard the clapping.

"Wow! That was...that was just amazing!" Jessica marveled as she and Reese stood there in the ballroom, naked as the day they were born, giving Jennifer and Angelina a healthy hand of applause for the show they had just witnessed.

Jennifer reacted to Jessica's presence by sliding herself off the bar, grabbing her discarded bikini and walking towards the exit as quickly as she could. Unaware of her friend's feelings, Jessica approached her as she walked closer.

"That was so sexy Jen," Jessica grinned. "You looked so beautiful when you came."

"Yeah, like you really care," Jennifer snapped before walking right past Jessica and toward the exit. Jessica was immediately confused by the reaction and began chasing after her friend.

"Hey Jen! Wait! What does that mean?" Jessica called out as she took off after Jennifer.

"What was that all about?" Reese asked Angelina. Neither had any idea that the other had been invited to the party, but as they eyed each other over they knew no introduction was necessary. They were both very obviously into girls.

"I don't know, some kind of lover's spat or something," Angelina shrugged. "That's why I never date women any more. I just fuck them. And speaking of which...Jennifer was just the first girl for me today. Any chance you'd like to be number two Reese?"

Reese was a little taken aback at first by the very direct invitation, but that quickly turned into a smile. She had just come from Jessica, but just looking at Angelina, her hard nipples straining against her top and her face coated in Jennifer's essence had her exposed pussy tingling nicely.

"Well I do have to finish checking in first," Reese said. "I kind of went straight here. But how about you and I go upstairs to my room together. I'm told it's got a great ocean view...right by my bed."

Unsurprisingly that was an invitation that was quickly accepted.

Meanwhile in the lobby, Alyson was checking in once more with the resort's staff.

"Is everything to your satisfaction so far, Ms. Hannigan?" asked the girl, who served as the resort's guest services manager.

"Oh yes everything's perfect," Alyson smiled, even as she thought to herself that everything wasn't quite to her satisfaction yet because this girl wasn't on her knees eating her out.

However, Alyson kept that thought private since she wasn't sure how this girl would react to such a blatant advance. And even if she had been more than willing to fall to her knees and start munching, Alyson had too many things to do still to even think about getting herself off yet.

"Well if there's anything you need, just call for me personally and I'll make sure that you get it," the girl, whose nametag read "Cara", promised. "We want to make sure all our guests are completely satisfied, especially our VIPs. So if there's anything...and I mean anything...that I can do for you, all you have to do is ask."

Cara then shot Alyson a look that told the actress that the girl would have been very receptive indeed to a little playtime. Alyson smiled, but didn't take the bait. Ordinarily she would have, but not with so much to do. It was hard to pass up the temptation, though, Cara was a beautiful, young girl. She looked like she was in her early to mid 20's, but what stood out about her the most to Alyson was her red hair.

It wasn't just red, it was more like blood red. It couldn't be that shade naturally, Alyson thought to herself. But she loved it anyway and she found herself wondering if Cara's drapes matched her curtains. Cara also had striking emerald green eyes and a toned, tight body that Alyson was already picturing what it looked like under her uniform.

Staring at this girl reminded Alyson of the sexy redhead she had left at home. It had been hard to leave her kitty at home, but with so many girls coming to the party, Alyson hadn't wanted to share too much. Her kitty was hers.

Besides, she didn't want to spoil her little pet. She had been very good lately, but something like this was a special reward. Fortunately, Laura had eagerly agreed to kittysit and had even said she was going to bring her friend Mila over to help make sure that the kitty was well taken care of and got petted...a lot.

"Are you ok Ms. Hannigan?" Cara asked, snapping Alyson out of her dreamy thoughts.

"Oh yes...I'm fine," Alyson replied, blushing a little over being caught daydreaming. "I just zoned out for a second. But please, call me Alyson. When you call me Ms. Hannigan I get 'Annie' flashbacks."

"No problem...Alyson," Cara said with a smile, continuing to give Alyson a look that dripped with desire. Perhaps once the party got started, Alyson could have Cara drop in to check on them. Alyson was really starting to think the sexy redhead would like what she saw. She did look so hot and when she moved her arms, it lifted her shirt just slightly and Alyson caught sight of something red on her skin.

"Is that a tattoo?" Alyson inquired, curiosity tugging at her.

"You bet it is," Cara proudly replied. "Want to see?"

"Sure," Alyson said, expecting Cara to just tug up her shirt a bit. But the girl went far beyond that.

Cara not only tugged up her shirt, she pulled the top of her hotel uniform completely over her head. As Alyson tried not to gasp at the girl's boldness she saw that the girl wasn't wearing a bra underneath and that both her nipples were pierced. But that wasn't even the most shocking part. Cara's torso was completely covered in a tattoo of a phoenix. It was done in red and purple and it was absolutely huge. The phoenix's wings wrapped around Cara's large breasts and the feathers of the mythical bird's tail reached down below her waist.

Smiling wickedly over the shocked look on Alyson's face, Cara wasn't even finished yet. She undid her pants and pushed them down, exposing both the fact that she was walking around without panties and that her tattoo extended down her body. Her red patch of hair over her pussy confirmed that Cara was a natural red head and her bush served as the capper for the tattoo. It was shaved into a flame shape for the phoenix to rise out of and when Cara turned around to show Alyson her ass, the actress saw that she had a small flame tattoo over her butt too.

"Whoa," Alyson breathlessly admired. Cara's skin was nice and tan, showing that she spent a lot of time making use of the resort's nude beach.

"Glad you like," Cara giggled as she continued to model her almost naked body in the lobby. Catching the glimpses of other admirers was inevitable and there was quickly a wolf's whistle headed her way.

"Now that's what I like to see!" Christina laughed as she and Britney strode up to Alyson and her new friend. "Aren't you going to introduce us Aly?"

"Ummmm yeah," Alyson replied, struggling to find her own tongue. "Christina, Britney, this is Cara. She works at the hotel."

"Ooooh do you do bed checks, cutie?" Christina teasingly asked as Britney looked on lustfully and Fluffy offered no discernible reaction. Both pop singers were still completely naked and looking at all this bare girl flesh was making Alyson long to lose her own clothes as well. But before she could get any further with that thought, a group of new arrivals interrupted the proceedings with pure shock at the bold display of nudity before them.

"Oh my God!" Michelle Trachtenberg gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. The rest of the group she was with was no less shocked, but eventually Emma Caulfield cracked a smile.

"This is a hell of a way to start a party," Emma laughed as Alyson went over to greet her friends and former co-stars.

"You made it! God, it's so good that you're here," Alyson squealed as she gave Michelle and Emma happy hugs that were quickly returned. They hadn't come alone. Amber Benson and Amy Acker were there also, completing the little Whedonverse reunion that Alyson had designed for Sarah.

Alyson gave Amy and Amber welcome hugs too, taking a few extra seconds in hugging Amber and loving how her breasts felt against her under her t-shirt.

"Aly, what's going on?" Amber inquired. None of them could believe that Alyson was acting so casually around these naked women and the huge black guy standing right next to them. It was if it was no big deal for her to be with gorgeous naked women.

Michelle looked like she was going to faint and Amy seemed like she was stifling giggles. However, Alyson detected a very hungry look in Emma's eyes as the actress looked Cara, Britney and Christina over.

"Don't worry about it," Alyson replied, deflecting Amber's question. "Just relax and check in. Sarah should be here soon."

"Ummm I didn't know you guys knew each other," Michelle replied, still not believing she was staring right at the nude bodies of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera. She tried not to gawk at them, but it was hard not to.

"Oh yeah, we're good friends," Britney giggled. "We're all friends here."

"Ohhhhh cool..." Michelle said softly, not knowing what to make of any of this. This was too weird. First Alyson brings them to some kind of sex resort and now this with Britney and Christina. Michelle was young, but she hadn't just been plucked out of the cabbage patch. She knew something weird was going on here.

"Glad to see you got invited sweetie," Christina said, running her fingers up Michelle's arm. "Hope we see a lot of you later."

Michelle didn't know what to say in response, but fortunately she didn't have to do anything because Britney tugged at her friends arm.

"C'mon Chrissy...I want to wash all this lotion off and then go meet up with Gwen and Shakira again," Britney said, pulling Christina toward the elevator.

"Fine, but you're washing my back when we get upstairs," Christina replied before smacking Britney's bare ass and making the pop star yelp in giddy delight.

Amber, Amy, Michelle and Emma kept staring at Alyson, as if they were waiting for some kind of explanation. None was forthcoming, though, and Alyson just smiled at her friends, shrugging her shoulders. As this silence continued, Cara pulled up her pants again and slid her shirt back over her chest.

"Remember Alyson...anything you need...just ask," Cara said with a wink before walking away. Her path soon converged with Jennifer Garner's as she walked through the lobby, trying to redress herself in her bikini as she walked. Jessica was right behind her, trying to catch up. The former Dark Angel was just as naked as Britney and Christina had been and, unlike Jennifer, made no attempt to cover herself.

"Jen...wait...what's wrong?" Jessica asked. "Talk to me! What happened?"

Jennifer didn't say anything. She just walked into one of the elevators and quickly pushed the button so the door closed in Jessica's face. Jessica cursed in frustration and confusion and frantically pushed the button for the next elevator car, so she could catch up with her upset friend and try and figure out what was going on.

All of this drama didn't escape the notice of the new arrivals and one question kept popping into their heads.

"Aly, what kind of party is this?" Amber asked.

"You'll see," Alyson giggled, not letting them in on any clues. She wanted their imaginations to run wild before they saw the truth. "Now go settle in."

Two girls that had already settled into their room were Michelle Branch and Avril Lavigne. Of course for them settling in meant Michelle pulling in their suitcases while Avril lay on the bed chilling out.

"You know you could help out a little if you wanted," Michelle pointed out as she began unpacking their stuff.

"Yeah I could, but I don't want to, so I won't," Avril replied with a laugh. "C'mon Michelle. Why are you even bothering? We're just going to be leaving on Sunday anyway. Don't even bother unpacking. Just come here and lie down with me."

That did sound like a very good idea to Michelle. They weren't going to be here for long anyway and she could use a little rest and TLC after the flight from Los Angeles. The dark haired singer abandoned her unpacking efforts and flung herself down on the bed next to Avril. The two girls giggled and quickly fell into a series of soft kisses.

"I love this place," Michelle sighed in between kisses. "It looks like it's going to be so wild here."

"Yeah too bad you didn't go here on your honeymoon," Avril teased.

"That's it...now you're going to get it," Michelle playfully growled. She lifted up Avril's t-shirt up enough to expose her flat stomach and she got right to tickling her. Michelle's fingers tickled all over Avril's belly and soon the singer was roaring with uncontrollable laughter.

Avril had been teasing Michelle mercilessly the past few weeks about her "marriage", if it could even be called that. Michelle had finally swallowed her fear and done what she had wanted to do for so long. She had come out to the executives at her record label.

They knew things about her now that even her own parents didn't know. She didn't tell them everything. She had left out a few key details, like about Avril and the mansion, but the message had been clear...she liked girls.

In a sign of how truly advanced people had become as a culture, the executives at Maverick had reacted as though Michelle had told them she worshipped Satan and performed mass puppy sacrifices on weekends to please her dark lord. All they could see was falling record sales and the inability to book concerts down South.

Their panic had sent Michelle into a panic and a plan was quickly hatched. Michelle was going to suddenly marry her bass player, even though he was over 10 years older than her, and her lesbianism was going to remain a hidden secret. Fearing she was going to be dropped by the label, Michelle had agreed.

So now she was married in the classic tradition of fake Hollywood unions. Michelle wasn't exactly tickled pink about it, but it did give her cover to do what she really wanted to do...and that was lie in bed with beautiful women like Avril.

"St...st...stooooooooooooop!!!" Avril gasped in between the laughter that was shaking her body. "I...I'll be...be good!"

That got Michelle to stop with her tickling, but she wasn't satisfied.

"Not enough...you have to kiss me before I forgive you," Michelle declared.

"Goody," Avril grinned, immediately accepting the offer. "Which set of lips do you want me to kiss?"

"Mmmm right up here for now," Michelle grinned, pointing to her face. "We can take care of those other lips later."

Slightly disappointed that she wasn't going to get a snack out of this, Avril comforted herself with the taste of Michelle's very kissable lips. She kissed her friend and slid her hands over Michelle's black t-shirt to cup her breasts. Michelle moaned as she kissed her lover back and allowed the frisky girl to touch her firm, youthful tits through her shirt and bra.

"God, do you ever not wear black?" Avril laughed after inching up the shirt to expose a black bra underneath.

"It's my favorite color," Michelle defended herself.

"Well I prefer flesh color myself," Avril said with a wink before kissing Michelle's exposed tummy and making her moan and shiver slightly. "And speaking of flesh, let's get naked! That's what you're supposed to do around here!"

Avril bounced right off the bed and began flinging off her clothes in such a flurry that Michelle blinked and suddenly her friend was completely naked. Michelle moaned happily at the sight of Avril's naked body, her beautiful, firm breasts and that soft patch of brown fur over her pussy. Michelle loved it all.

Not quite as open about her body as Avril was, Michelle stayed on the bed and watched with growing interest as the Canadian teen bent down and reached into her suitcase, exposing her tight little asshole in the process. When Avril straightened herself up she had a piece of paper in her hand.

"Hey did I ever show you my list?" Avril asked, thrusting the piece of paper in Michelle's face. "It's a list of all the girls I want to fuck today."

Ever since Michelle and Alyssa had broken into her hotel room, Avril had taken to lesbian sex with the kind of reckless enthusiasm she seemed to bring to everything else.

Michelle had to laugh when she saw that she had actually taken the time to compose this list. It was quite a collection of hot girls though. It looked like Avril wanted to fuck everyone that they knew had been invited. Not that Michelle could blame her. But there was name that stood out, if for no other reason than it was at the top of the list.

"Jessica Alba?" Michelle read aloud. "But you've already been with her."

"Not like this," Avril grinned evilly. "I owe that bitch some payback. She thought she got me last time, but now she's the one that's gonna to get it. No one makes me apologize...not for anything! And now she's gonna pay!"

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked, her brow furrowing a little. Avril had never said anything about this before.

"I mean she's gonna find out what it means to be fucked," Avril laughed before reaching into her suitcase and pulling something out. Michelle gasped when she saw what her friend had. Avril held a strap on dildo up by its straps. But it wasn't the fact that Avril had gotten herself a strap on that was the gasp inducing part. It was the fact that the dildo had to be a foot long and it was thick. It looked like something only a veteran porn star would be able to handle.

"No Avril...don't," Michelle immediately advised. "You'd hurt her!"

"Nahhhhh she can take it," Avril replied, dismissing the warning. "Or at least she will when I'm through with her. Jessica's gonna pay for making me her bitch. I never forget and I never apologize!"

Jessica was completely unaware of Avril's intentions, but even if she had been, she probably wouldn't have cared. She had bigger problems than a teenage girl with hurt pride.

"Jen! Please! What did I do?" Jessica begged for an answer as Jennifer began throwing her things in her suitcase.

"The fact that you don't even know just makes it worse," Jennifer snapped as inside her whole body felt like it was churning. She had gone from anger at Jessica to ecstasy toward Angelina and now she didn't know what she felt.

It was like everything was crashing into each other all at once and it was too many emotions to handle at once. Jennifer sunk to the bed, sitting down and burying her face in her hands, trying to keep herself from crying.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Jessica protested, getting close to tears herself. "Please Jen. What did I do? Whatever it is, I'm sorry. Just please don't leave."

Jessica sat next to Jennifer on the bed and tried to place her hand on top of her friend's. But before she could, Jennifer pulled herself away.

"You didn't sound very sorry when you were letting that girl eat you out," Jennifer glowered.

"You saw us? You saw me and Reese?" Jessica asked. She couldn't believe Jennifer had seen them and hadn't tried to join in. And now she was mad about it. What was going on?

"Yes...I saw enough to see how much you were loving it," Jennifer shot back. That had been Reese Witherspoon? Wow. Jennifer hadn't even recognized her. She thought she was blonde. She did look good naked, though, no matter what her hair color was. Wait...she was supposed to be furious about this, not getting turned on. Jennifer didn't even know what to feel anymore.

"Why are you mad?" Jessica asked. She still didn't understand what was wrong with what she had done and Jennifer's reaction was so confusing to her. "I...I thought that was why we came here. I thought this was what you wanted. I mean...when I saw you with Angelina. I didn't get mad. I thought it was hot. You two looked so beautiful."

"I only did that because I was so pissed at you!" Jennifer lied as she stood up from the bed and began pacing around, still dressed only in her bikini after successfully putting it back on in the elevator. She knew she was lying, but said it anyway. Even if she hadn't been mad at Jessica, which she totally was, she probably still would have responded the way she had to Angelina's irresistibly seductive advances.

"Jen...I don't get it..." Jessica said, pleading for understanding. "What did I do wrong? You should have come and joined me and Reese. We would have let you. It would have been amazing."

"You really don't get it, do you Jessica?" Jennifer muttered. God, she didn't know what she was saying from one moment to the next. Her body was a vortex of swirling emotions. Part of her wanted to storm out and the other part wanted to push Jessica onto her back on the bed and show her she could fuck her better than Reese Witherspoon ever could.

"I came here to be with you!" Jennifer finally declared, for no reason other than to try and get the sexual images out of her head for a second. She was trying to stay mad, not get wet. "I thought we were doing this together!"

"But...we are together," Jessica claimed. "I care about you so much Jen. I wanted to show you off to everyone. I don't know why you're acting like this."

"I thought it would be like you and me...and then everyone else," Jennifer admitted, feeling better the more she got off her chest. "Like we'd be a team in there. I wanted you to be with me. Like we'd come in together and go out together...you know?"

"Oh Jen...I'm sorry," Jessica replied from the heart, finally grasping what Jennifer was getting at. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'd never want to do that! I love being with you...but we're not like a couple. Is that what you thought?"

"Yes," Jennifer said in a whisper, tears starting to form again before she wiped them away and swallowed her sadness down. "I mean...no...I mean...I don't know. God, I feel like such a stupid little girl. I just thought..."

"Please Jen...don't go," Jessica urged, standing up and hugging her friend. Jennifer didn't react, but she didn't push Jessica away either. "I want to be with you. But I don't want to be anyone's girlfriend right now. Not for a man or a woman. I just want to have fun. I want you to have fun with me. I don't want to stop being with you for anything. We're so good together, but it's just like friends...special friends."

"Yeah..." Jennifer sighed. "I just thought..."

Jennifer's words trailed off as she didn't even attempt to finish her own thought. She didn't even know what she thought anymore. Maybe she was just being jealous and silly. Jessica had all those friends at that mansion. Jennifer hadn't really thought they were up at nights playing cards games.

"Please stay," Jessica begged, hugging Jennifer tightly. "I want us to have fun. You have no idea how wild it can get with these girls. It's like every fantasy you ever had can come true. It's so hot. Believe me. You're going to love it. Please don't go Jen. Please say you're not mad at me."

"I'll stay," Jennifer replied after a moment of silent thought. "But I'm still mad."

But was she really? Jennifer didn't even know. Jessica's points did make sense. But she was just feeling too emotional to completely forgive and forget.

"No...don't be mad," Jessica said, gently caressing Jennifer's face. "I want us to be close. Just not girlfriends. I want us to have fun together. We can be a team in there, if that's what you want. I don't want to hurt you Jennifer. You mean so much to me."

"No, we don't have to if you don't want," Jennifer responded, trying to swallow all of her emotions. "Maybe we just need a little time apart or something. I just...I just thought we had something different. But it's cool. I can deal with it...no problem. You should just get down there. I'll be down there in a little while."

"Promise?" Jessica pressed. "I don't want you to not be there. I meant what I said, Jen. You're so important to me."

"Yeah I promise," Jennifer claimed. "It's ok Jess...really. You should go. They're probably waiting for you."

"Ok...but please don't be long," Jessica said, still debating whether or not she should actually go. "I want you to be there with me."

"I will," Jennifer promised. Jessica gave her another hug and then walked out of the room, closing the door on Jennifer. The actress then fell back to the bed and buried her face in her pillow. This time the tears came and she didn't do anything to stop them.

The taxi pulled up to the resort and puttered to a stop. The door opened and Natalie Portman spilled out. God, that driver must have hit every bump in the road since leaving the airport. Natalie's ass was sore from the bumps and she was feeling a little carsick.

"Thanks," Natalie said, tipping the driver anyway. She would have felt bad about not tipping even though the driver really hadn't deserved one. Damn conscience...you never could get rid of it, especially when it was most inconvenient to have.

Natalie just wanted to get up to her room and lie down, at least until her stomach stopped flip-flopping inside her. Of course, deep down Natalie knew that the stomach butterflies she was having weren't just from the drive. Looking at the resort entrance right before her, Natalie asked herself for the hundredth time that hour what it was she was doing here.

This was crazy. This was no casual girl-girl encounter. This was no seduction. This wasn't even what she and Britney had done in that changing room. This was way beyond anything she had ever done in her whole life. It was crazy. That was what it was...craziness. And it wasn't who she was.

But every time Natalie had had that thought, she had reminded herself that no one had forced her to come on the plane to Jamaica. Just as no one had forced her to respond to Kirsten Dunst the way she had in the back of that limo...or Jennifer and Jessica in that club...or Britney in the changing room...or innocent little Hilary Duff at the mansion.

Just thinking back to those times got Natalie wet and it pushed her forward. She had been wrestling for so long with these desires inside her. She couldn't even call them "new" anymore. It now seemed like she had been lusting after girls forever. What she had done with Britney and then done with all her friends in Malibu had cemented it.

Natalie had loved what she had done. It had turned her on and made her come so hard, so many times. It was useless to pretend that she was some innocent girl who had been seduced time and time again. She had been willing and eager to do everything that she had done in that mansion.

That had included licking Hilary's underage pussy right after Avril Lavigne had fucked her raw. Hilary's sex had been so tender, but the teen had loved the feel of her tongue and had rewarded her with a creamy orgasm that Natalie had wantonly swallowed and savored every drop of.

But even though Natalie wasn't trying to pretend that she didn't love this anymore, she still didn't know if she was ready to announce to the world that she was into girls now. And wasn't that what she had been doing here? It had seemed crowded when she had visited the mansion, but this was so beyond that. This was the big leagues and Natalie felt like she should still be playing in the minors.

Ohhhhhhh but just thinking of that word had her lusting after Hilary again and Natalie couldn't help but smile.

It had been so good. Being at the mansion that night had been such a wild, uninhibited time for Natalie and she longed for it again. Why was she talking herself out of this? Why was she preventing herself from letting go and having some fun? She had to do this. She couldn't chicken out. The party had sounded so good and she had come so far. There couldn't be any turning back.

Natalie took a deep breath and tried to calm her butterflies down to just regular carsickness as she walked into a Hedonism for the first time in her life. But just as she began walking toward the entrance, another cab pulled up and Natalie froze at the sight of the occupant.

While trying not to let her jaw drop down to the ground, Natalie watched in amazement as the door opened and Beyonce Knowles got out. Natalie felt like she surely had to be seeing things. But she wasn't wrong. Under the sunglasses and baseball cap that every celebrity seemed to use when trying to be incognito, Natalie knew it was Beyonce.

Beyonce exited the cab and paid the driver, pushing her sunglasses down past her eyes and darting them around nervously. Did anyone see her? Did anyone recognize her? She didn't see anyone, but Beyonce knew to get inside and not press her luck.

This was so risky. She had used every lie she could possibly think of to escape for the weekend without Shawn following her. She couldn't even remember which story she had used to finally convince him.

Beyonce had been so paranoid that she had almost turned around her journey several times because she had been convinced that Shawn had sent someone to follow her. There had never been any proof of that and Beyonce had been able to overcome her own fears and continue.

Any rational person wouldn't have done this, Beyonce thought, but then again her brain wasn't in control right now. Beyonce was following her heart to a degree...but for the most part she was under the control of her own sex drive. She needed this. She needed this maybe more than she had ever needed anything. What she and Jewel had done in that hotel room had opened Beyonce's mind to what true sexual pleasure could really be. The phone call the other morning had just hammered that home.

Being with Jewel had been more pleasure than she had ever felt. And the idea of taking that pleasure and multiplying it by the dozens was not something Beyonce could deny herself, no matter how paranoid she was about Shawn. She needed this. Now if she could only get inside and into safe company without being recognized.

But that proved to be quite impossible when Beyonce took a few steps up towards the entrance and found herself staring right at a gawking woman. It was useless to pretend she hadn't been recognized and Beyonce was too scared to even see who it was that had spotted her. It was only after an awkward moment of staring at each other that Beyonce realized who this girl was.

"Ummmmm hey...Natalie..." Beyonce offered nervously, her eyes darting around again. Had Shawn hired Natalie to spy on her? No...that was ridiculous. Wasn't it?

"Yeahhh...hey Beyonce..." Natalie replied sheepishly, not sure what to say. Part of her wanted to just bolt in the opposite direction and hope that Beyonce wouldn't run off to the tabloids with the tales of "Natalie Portman's Secret Dyke Lifestyle."

"Soooo...what brings you here?" Beyonce asked, the two woman frozen to their spots by the entrance.

"You know...stuff..." Natalie answered. "You?"

"Me too..." Beyonce quickly replied. "Stuff...yeah...stuff..."

There was another awkward silence and stare before Natalie spoke up again.

"Ummmm are you uhhhh...here for the same stuff, I am?" Natalie inquired, her mind unable to stop from picturing a vision of Beyonce Knowles naked and spread open for her tongue.

"Maybe...depends on what...stuff you're talking about," Beyonce coyly said, starting to relax just a little. She was having the same thoughts about Natalie, thinking about how cute she might look naked and what she could do with her lithe body. But she didn't want to admit to anything, especially if it was a coincidence that Natalie was here or if this was some kind of trap.

"Welllllll...I'm here for stuff at a party," Natalie began, her voice still a little skittish, but getting calmer. "A party for Sarah Michelle Gellar...and I..."

"Me too!" Beyonce interrupted, a little more eagerly than she had intended. "I mean...yeah, that's the same stuff I'm here for."

"Maybe we should just go inside then," Natalie offered. Beyonce nodded her head and they walked toward the entrance. Neither of them really wanted to be recognized again, but that proved to be impossible as soon as they entered the lobby.

"Oh my God!" a girl voice squealed. "Natalie!"

Natalie whirled around and immediately found herself enveloped in an excited hug.

"I can't believe it!" Kirsten gasped in happiness. "I didn't know you were invited too! This is incredible!"

Beyonce just watched in amazement as the bikini-clad blonde hugged Natalie tightly. Natalie smiled at this very welcome surprise and hugged Kirsten back like the long-lost girlfriends they sort of were. They were both tempted to kiss right there in the lobby, but they held on enough to resist the urge.

"I didn't know you were coming either," Natalie laughed. She didn't mind being recognized this time. She was so happy to see Kirsten again. She was still nervous enough that any friend she had in the room was a very good thing.

"Well Eliza got invited and I guess I'm her date," Kirsten said with an excited giggle. This was going to be amazing. She couldn't believe Natalie was here too and...oh my God...Beyonce Knowles was with her.

"Britney Spears invited me," Natalie admitted, getting surprised looks from both Kirsten and Beyonce. Neither of them knew Britney was into girls, but they also knew Natalie wouldn't be lying about this.

"Jewel invited me," Beyonce said. Since everyone else was confessing, she might as well too. Besides, any paranoia she had was disappearing under the growing lust to see Kirsten Dunst out of the bikini that was clinging to her body.

"Whoa..." Kirsten said. "I didn't know she was coming either. God, I feel like this is some endless guest list or something. This is just going to be incredible and I..."

But before Kirsten could continue, Beyonce's paranoia appeared again with friends. She grabbed Kirsten and Natalie by the hands and yanked them down behind a couch in the lobby. She pulled both girls to the ground, hiding all three of them from sight.

"What...what is it?" Natalie asked.

"Shit! It's the press!" Beyonce gasped in horror. This was her nightmare come true. She could see the headlines now. "Tonight on Entertainment Tonight, what's Beyonce up to behind Jay-Z's back?"

"Where? Where?" Kirsten asked, her voice getting panicky too. She wasn't ashamed of anything she did with Eliza, but that didn't mean the whole world needed to know about it.

"Right there," Beyonce said, pointing at the check in desk. All three girls watched in silence as Maria Menounos from Entertainment Tonight walked up to the desk and talked to the desk clerk. The clerk pointed Maria in the direction of the ballroom and she smiled and walked toward it.

"Oh my God...she's headed right there," Kirsten gasped. "She's going to see everything! We're toast!"

But it was then that something occurred to Natalie.

"Hey wait...where's her camera?" Natalie wondered, everyone's voice a whisper as the three celebrities cowered behind the couch.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Beyonce asked.

"I mean if she's here as a reporter, then how come she didn't bring a camera or anything," Natalie said. "I mean, she's not going to just stare at everyone and then talk about it on television. She'd get fired! Maybe she's not here as a reporter. If I was a reporter, then I'd make sure I always had my camera with me."

"You think...maybe she's here for the party?" Kirsten speculated. "Like she's a guest too?"

"Maybe," Natalie offered. "It's just a theory. But maybe she's not here to expose us. Maybe she's here for the same reason we are."

"God, that would be so hot," Kirsten moaned. She'd sent many a lustful stare Maria's way before when watching her on television, but she'd never thought she'd be into something like this. Now just thinking she might be here to join in the party had Kirsten's nerves disappearing and her pussy tingling with desire under her bikini bottoms.

"But what if she's not?" Beyonce countered. "What if she's got a camera hidden in her bag or something?"

"Then we really are toast...all of us," Natalie admitted. "But I kind of think she's really here for the fun."

"How can we prove that she is or she isn't?" Beyonce asked.

"I guess if her clothes come off inside then she's one of us..." Kirsten surmised. "I mean it would be hard for her to bust us if she's playing too."

"It's so risky," Beyonce said. "Should we go in and see? I mean I don't want to get caught, but I can't pass this party up. Can you guys?"

Natalie and Kirsten didn't even have to think before answering. They went right with their instincts.

"No way!" Kirsten declared, standing up from behind the couch. "I'm not missing this for anything!"

"Me neither," Natalie said as she also got up. This really was crazy, but Natalie knew that if she walked away now she would regret it for the rest of her life.

"Yeah," Beyonce added, standing up to join her new friends, and pulling out a resolve she didn't know she had inside herself. "Let's just go in. Fuck the consequences."

Whatever concerns Beyonce, Kirsten and Natalie had about her presence there, they were nothing compared to the ones Maria felt about herself. She couldn't even make it to the ballroom. She had to stop and run to the ladies room and splash some cold water on her face.

"Maria, girl what are you doing?" the reporter asked herself as she stared into the mirror. She knew just what she was doing though. She was going against every bit of training she had ever had and every journalistic instinct in her body.

She knew she just worked for "Entertainment Tonight", but Maria considered herself to be a real reporter. Just because she was doing entertainment news now didn't mean she couldn't be working at CNN someday. Journalistic integrity was journalistic integrity, no matter where it was. But if that was true, then why was she doing what she was doing?

She had the biggest story of her life. Yes, it was just a celebrity story, but it was still the biggest story of her life. She knew that Hollywood's most beautiful women were all lovers. If she had broken it, it would have been global news and it could have been the key to jumping from ET to doing real news.

But yet, she was doing nothing with it. She wasn't reporting the truth. She was keeping it a secret. She was going against everything she had ever known about being a journalist. She had allowed herself to be bought off. She was ignoring the story in exchange for the chance to join in the pleasure.

But what pleasure it was. Every time Maria had doubted her decision to look the other way, she remembered how good Britney and Christina had made her feel that magical afternoon on the set of their video.

They had made her come harder than any boyfriend ever had and all she had wanted was more. She had returned to the van that day, smiling dreamily, her brain completely cum drunk from everything those two girls had done to her. Nothing had ever made her feel like that before and in return for it, she had sold her journalistic soul.

When Christina had called her days later and told her about the party, Maria's first instinct had been to turn it into a story. She had been trained to betray this confidence and expose what was really going on.

But she couldn't. She just couldn't go to her bosses and fess up about the story. It would have been so easy to leave her own involvement out of it, but she couldn't do it.

And it wasn't even for any high-minded reason. She liked Britney and Christina, but they weren't close friends or anything. Maria only did it because she didn't want to lose her invitation. She just wanted to go and indulge in the lust she felt for Britney and Christina and all their friends.

Maria didn't even know who was coming to this party, other than a select few, but she knew she was going to want to fuck them all and have them fuck her right back. She had been dripping wet with anticipation since Christina had invited her. No one from the show knew she was here or what she knew about what was going on and that was the way it was going to stay.

That left Maria wrestling with the guilt about her choice. She had chosen her sex life over her profession. Had it been the right choice? Had she been smart to think with her pussy and not her brain? Maria found herself pondering these same questions again and again and, as she walked out of the ladies room and toward the ballroom they were getting louder and more demanding in her head.

As she reached the doors she asked herself again...had she done the right thing? The answer to that was plain as soon as she looked inside and saw Britney and Christina standing naked and talking to Alyson Hannigan, Michelle Trachtenberg, Eliza Dushku and a bunch of other Buffy actresses as Alyssa Milano walked over from the other side of the room holding Jessica Biel's hand. It was simply the most beautiful collection of women Maria had ever seen in her life.

Yes...she absolutely had done the right thing.

"Aren't you going to give me any hints about what this party's all about?" Lindsay Lohan asked as the cab continued on its way to the resort.

"No, it's a secret," Hilary Duff playfully insisted.

"C'mon Hilary, you've got to give me some kind of clue," Lindsay pressed. "I mean you call me up out of the blue like you did last night and invited me, which was totally cool, but you've got to tell me where we're going! We're in Jamaica for God's sake! What kind of party is this?"

"You'll see," Hilary giggled, before quoting her newest song. "My lips are sealed."

Lindsay rolled her eyes a little over Hilary's coyness. Her need to know what the hell was going on was growing with every second. Lindsay didn't like all this mystery. She didn't hate surprises, but she liked having at least a little idea of what she was getting involved with before she did it. She had no clue here. Hilary's invitation had been so vague and this morning when the blonde had called up to tell her that they were flying out of L.A. and to bring a swimsuit, the mystery had deepened.

At least she was in Jamaica. Lindsay could think of far worse places to be involved in a mystery. This place had it all. Warm sun, the beach and, most importantly, a drinking age of 18. That was all Lindsay needed to have a good time. She loved parties and had been to all kinds of them. So the idea of a weekend long bash wasn't odd, especially with the prospect of an open bar.

Lindsay was actually surprised that Hilary was doing this. Putting aside all the tabloid silliness, Lindsay had never thought her rival was a mean person or anything. She just seemed too sheltered and on too short a leash from her mommy. But here she was flying to Jamaica and going off to this hotel. It didn't seem like something Hilary would do and that just made Lindsay more curious about what was going on here, especially since she knew the place they were going and they didn't exactly cater to the PG crowd.

"Hey Hilary...one thing," Lindsay began. "I did a Google search this morning on the place you told me we were staying for the weekend and well...I don't know if you know this...but Hedonism's like this big sex resort. It's got nude beaches and stuff like that. Are you sure this is the kind of party for you?"

"Oh I know that already," Hilary, said dismissing Lindsay's point with a wave of her hand, but not losing her sunny smile. "This is totally going to be awesome Lindsay. Isn't it a wild place? I can't wait to get there."

"It just doesn't seem like the kind of place you would go...you know," Lindsay pointed out, trying to be polite. She had never been to a place like this either, but she was certainly more acquainted with wild parties than Hilary was.

Lindsay didn't think she'd be doing anything crazy like going down to the nude beach or anything, but she was ready for some fun. Hilary seemed more the "pin the tail on the donkey" type of party girl.

"That was the old Hilary," the teen superstar grinned as the cab pulled up to the front of the resort. "She's gone forever and the new Hilary loves to have fun...lots and lots of fun."

Hilary leaned in so close to Lindsay when she said that that the redhead thought she was going to kiss her or something. When Hilary pulled away and hopped out of the cab, Lindsay was left scratching her head. She had no idea what was going on here, but she was dying to find out.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm this feels soooooooooo good," Elisha Cuthbert moaned. "God, Camie I had no idea it could be this good. Mmmmm go a little bit lower...please...ohhhhhh yesssss..."

Cameron Diaz grinned as her friend moaned from the backrub she was giving her. The long flight from Vancouver and cab ride over had left them both a little sore, but Elisha had seemed to be in serious need of some massaging. So they were both in her room at the hotel and Elisha was lying flat on her back as the older actress worked the kinks out of her back.

"I picked up a few tricks here and there," Cameron slyly replied. "Besides if friends can't give each other backrubs, then what good are they?"

"Well you're going to...oooooh that's soooooo goooooood...going to be a friend for life," Elisha groaned. "I wish Trace was this good. God, if Justin gives backrubs this good, then I'm gonna dump my man and go after yours."

"Believe me, this isn't Justin's specialty either," Cameron stated. "In fact he could use a few lessons about touching a woman."

"Oooooh catty, I won't go there..." Elisha giggled against the pillow. "But if he does get those lessons, maybe he can pass those tips along to Trace."

That's not all he's passing along to Trace, Cameron thought to herself while continuing Elisha's backrub. She didn't say anything to her friend though. She didn't want to interfere in their relationship...at least any more than she already had by inviting her here. It was funny to think that she was holding onto this secret while she was attempting to seduce Elisha, but Cameron felt she should find out the truth about Justin and Trace on her own, like she had.

"God...I'm so glad I could come along," Elisha happily sighed as she felt her muscles relax and the tension disappear. "Jamaica kicks Vancouver's ass anytime. You sure it's cool with your friends if I tag along to the party?"

"They practically told me that they'd disinvite me if you didn't," Cameron replied. The news that Elisha wanted to come was greeted with giddiness from everyone Cameron had talked to and it was easy to see why. Elisha was absolutely gorgeous and the prospect of getting her into a pile of pussy hungry girls was too hot to pass up.

"Well as long as they don't expect me to go down to those beaches, then this is gonna be a great weekend," Elisha said.

"What's the matter Heesh? Afraid to show those goodies off on the beach?" Cameron teased.

"Yeah right...the day I go to a nude beach will be the day hell freezes over," Elisha laughed. "The last thing I need is a punch of paparazzi getting pictures of me with my tits hanging free. I mean who gets themselves caught in a dumb situation like that?"

Cameron stopped rubbing her back and Elisha suddenly realized she had taken her foot and shoved it right into her mouth.

"Oh God, Camie...I'm sorry...shit I wasn't thinking," Elisha sputtered. "I didn't mean it."

"Nahhh it's cool," Cameron shrugged. "I know you didn't mean anything."

Cameron wasn't mad at Elisha in the slightest. She was more mad at herself once again for allowing this shit to happen. The scandal surrounding her topless modeling video was her fault. She hadn't done enough to block it and had assumed that stopping the still photographs was enough. She had forgotten about the video camera there. Now the video was already on the net and everyone with file sharing could see her tits.

"Really, I'm sorry Camie," Elisha insisted. "Some times I can be such a dumbass."

"No...it's ok," Cameron said before hopping off the bed. "Really. Don't sweat it Elisha. Let's just talk about something else."

"Ok," Elisha replied. "So what about this party? Do we just show up dressed like this or do we have to put a shirt on or something? How casual is casual?"

After arrival, Elisha and Cameron had gone straight to their rooms with the intention of changing into their bikinis and heading right to the resort's non-nude beach. But they had gotten sidetracked with backrubs and girl talk. Now it was getting close to party time.

"I think this is cool," Cameron speculated, taking another opportunity to admire Elisha's body in the golden yellow bikini she wore. It wasn't too flesh baring, but it did push up her beautiful firm breasts and had made it so hard for Cameron to resist the temptation of slipping her fingers inside the suit while giving the girl her backrub.

"Great, I don't feel like changing again," Elisha smiled. "I like it when casual means casual. Of course at this place, I'm beginning to think that means full frontal nudity. I still can't believe they picked this place to have a bachelorette party. It's so damn weird."

"Oh well, as long as it's fun, I didn't care where the party is," Cameron said. She was dressed in a navy blue bikini with string tied bottoms. There wasn't much any suit could do to give her much cleavage, but Cameron had never minded her small breasts and she liked how she looked in this suit. Of course, she wasn't planning on wearing it long and could only hope that Elisha would react to the party's true nature by yanking off her own suit and joining in the fun.

She really had no idea how her friend was going to react, but Cameron was hopeful that even if Elisha was resistant, she could be convinced. Whatever the outcome would be, Cameron knew she was going to find out soon. It was just about party time.

"C'mon let's head down," Cameron said to Elisha. "The guest of honor should be here any minute now."

Back in Los Angles, Jenna felt like she was in hell and it was one of those hells of her own making that were such a bitch to get out of. Jenna sat naked on her bed, staring at the videotape she was supposed to send to Christina. Jenna had no illusions about what this tape would do to Mandy's career. It would completely destroy it. Before she might have been able to look the other way over that, but now that she had gotten to really know Mandy she just couldn't.

There had been a lot of sex with Mandy over these past weeks and it was always good. Sometimes it was Mandy begging for Jenna or her friends to dominate her and strip her away of all control.

But other times it was just the two of them...two women making love, who knew just how to touch the other to make her feel good. And in between all of that, Jenna felt like she had formed a real connection with Mandy. They had talked about their families and shared their hopes and dreams and plans for their futures.

Jenna just couldn't stand by and watch her career go down in flames because of this videotape. She couldn't be that cruel to Mandy. Christina was right. She probably would agree to their demands. But what if she didn't? What if the tape got released somehow anyway? Jenna knew the guilt would have been unbearable.

The shower was running in her bathroom and Jenna could hear the sounds of Mandy's sweet voice singing inside it. She couldn't do this. She couldn't hurt this girl. But Jenna also didn't want to hurt Christina either. If only there was a way to make it all work somehow. There just had to be.

Then suddenly it came to her! She knew just what to do! It was crazy...absolutely fucking nuts. But it was a hell of a lot better than the options she currently faced.

Jenna ran naked into the bathroom and pulled Mandy from the shower.

"Hey! What's going on?" the dripping wet singer asked.

"Mandy, do you trust me?" Jenna asked and Mandy immediately nodded her head. She did trust Jenna, absolutely and completely. After all they had done together she had to.

"Ok, we have to go...we have to go right now and get on a plane," Jenna explained. "But first I'm going to tell you something and I just hope you're not going to hate me when I'm finished."

As she changed in her hotel room, Amber Benson kept wondering the same question over and over again. What had Alyson been thinking? This place was so...well it was so sexual. You couldn't get around that. It seemed like everyone there was ready to just tear their clothes off and go at each other. In fact nobody seemed to be bothering with clothes at all there. All in all, it was a very strange place to have a party.

It wasn't the sexual thing that was throwing Amber. Well it was...but it wasn't that she was offended or anything. She just wondered why Alyson had picked this place of all of them out there. She didn't mind the sex. Amber knew that a lot of people out there considered her this mousy, quiet girl because she was best known as Tara from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, but that wasn't who she was.

She wasn't some wild child or anything, but neither was she a dowdy virgin in baggy clothes. So that fact that this party was at a sex resort didn't throw Amber. She'd never been to a place like this, but she'd done a few wild things in her day and she was no stranger to exploring sexuality. She just felt like there was something going on here that she didn't know about.

Alyson just didn't seem like the type of person who would have a party at a place like Hedonism. Amber knew her friend had a wild side too, but this place was above and beyond wild. They'd invited Michelle along for God's sake and she was just a kid.

Amber knew she was 18 and technically was no kid, but she had known Michelle for years now since she was just breaking into womanhood and Amber guessed she would always kind of think of her like that and not as a teenager. A supple...fully legal...teenager with firm breasts and an ass that...

Amber suddenly grabbed a hold of her thoughts and put the brakes on before she drifted too far into where she didn't want to go. Michelle had developed into a beautiful young woman, but Amber couldn't bring herself to even think those thoughts about her. It wasn't right. That had to be part of the reason she was so jumpy about all this. Being in this atmosphere wasn't helping her keep her thoughts clean.

"Think unsexy thoughts...think unsexy thoughts," Amber whispered out loud, giggling over her Simpsons reference.

Of course it would have been easier for her to be thinking unsexy thoughts if she hadn't been standing stark naked by her bed in the room. After saying hi to Aly downstairs, Amber had gone up for a quick shower to wash the trip grime off and to change into her swimsuit. She had showered, but hadn't managed quite to get dressed yet. Amber was about to open her suitcase and pull out her suit when she heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Amber asked, grabbing the room's complimentary robe and slipping it over her nude body.

"It's Emma," Amber's former co-star said from the other end of the door. A wide smile crossed Amber's face and she opened the door to her friend. Emma Caulfield strode into the room and it took less than a nanosecond after the door closed behind her before she and Amber were locked in a passionate kiss.

The two girls frantically French kissed each other, caressing each other's faces as if they were lovers who hadn't seen each other in years. Their needy moans disappeared into each other's mouth and when the kiss was finally broken, both girls were gasping for breath.

"Holy fuck...I've been wanting to do that ever since we got on the plane this morning," Emma grinned as she attempted to catch her breath.

"So was I worth the wait?" Amber winked, her smile only growing.

"C'mere and let me show you," Emma demanded and the two girls began kissing again. Their hands got busy this time as well and Emma let them slip inside Amber's soft, white robe. She opened the fluffy robe and delighted at the naked girl flesh she found underneath.

"Tell me you're wearing this to the party...please tell me that," Emma excitedly gasped as she gawked at what the open robe revealed.

"You wish," Amber grinned before letting the robe drop off her shoulders so she could resume getting dressed.

"I do wish...then everyone would see what I get to fuck every night," Emma declared lustfully before slapping Amber's bare ass when she leaned over to pull out her suit.

"God, they'd all freak if they knew what we'd been doing," Amber couldn't help but giggle. "Especially Sarah. If they knew their jaws would be on the floor."

"Don't be so sure," Emma said, helping herself to a spot on the bed and laying down as she watched Amber change into her bikini. "I used to get a bit of a girl loving vibe off Alyson when you were doing those kissing scenes. Plus you know Eliza's gotta be dyking it out. I mean have you ever seen her with a boyfriend?"

"I'll grant you Eliza," Amber said while pulling on her top and making sure she gave her ass enough of a shake to arouse her staring lover. "But no way with Aly. She's completely straight. She was always holding back. If she was into girls, then I'd know it."

"Well you might be surprised," Emma said, continuing to lounge as Amber pulled on her bottoms. "After all you didn't know I was into girls until we were nearly three fourths done with that bottle of wine. So hey, maybe this weekend you can get Aly alone and see if she was really holding back or your gaydar is just busted. Meanwhile I'll be working on little Michelle."

"Don't you dare," Amber warned. "She's just a kid."

"Oh shut up," Emma laughed. "She's no kid. You know it and I know it."

"I'm not saying anything," Amber grumbled.

"You might not, but I'll bet your other set of lips is talking loud and clear," Emma teased. "Mmmmm I'll bet they're getting nice and wet thinking about that tight teen body. Oooooh I wonder if we can get the whole cast together and bang that little slut and make her a real woman."

"I'm not listening!!!" Amber said covering her ears and starting to sing. "Lalalalalalalah!"

"Ok..ok...I'll stop," Emma said, pulling herself off the bed, dressed in a white bikini. She knew if she got it wet, it was probably going to turn see through real fast, but she didn't mind. She had never been shy about showing off and what fun was a bachelorette party if you didn't get a little wild.

"Want to head down?" Amber asked. "And when I say down I mean downstairs and not down on your knees."

"Spoilsport," Emma giggled as she studied her lover in her rainbow-striped bikini. It didn't show off nearly enough flesh for Emma's taste, but it did heft up Amber's already large breasts. Damn if only everyone could see how hot Amber was. Those costumes on Buffy had left everyone thinking she was some wallflower but Emma knew first hand what a sexy bitch she really was.

"Let's go," Amber said, taking Emma's hand. "Sarah will be here soon. Behave when we're down there and I promise once we get back up to the room I'll fuck your brains out. Sound good?"

"Oh it sounds very good," Emma replied, kissing Amber once more. "This is going to be one party I can't wait to escape from."

"Hey Hilary, hold up a second? Ok?" Lindsay said breathlessly as she grabbed her companion's arm. Hilary had been practically tugging her around the ballroom, introducing her to everyone. Lindsay was certainly impressed with who was on the guest list, but she had one question.

"Huh? What's up?" Hilary asked. She had wanted everyone at the party to see that she was cool enough to be on the guest list and that she had brought her friend along for the ride. Seeing the impressed looks on Britney and Christina's faces when she had showed Lindsay off to them nearly had made her come in her bikini.

"Well it's just that...where are all the guys?" Lindsay asked. "I thought there were going to be some guys here."

"Nope, no boys allowed...it's girls only," Hilary giggled with a wink that left Lindsay scratching her head. What kind of party was this?

Lindsay was boyfriend free at the moment and she had been hoping she might hook up this weekend. She hadn't worn her favorite bikini, a sky blue number that showed off as much leg and breast as was legal on American beaches, just to hang out with a bunch of girls. She wanted to be somewhere where people were staring at her and wondering what it was going to take to get into her pants.

She didn't consider herself a slut or anything. Lindsay had only had sex with three guys so how could she be? But she liked showing off her body. Adolescence had given way to curvy growth spurt and Lindsay secretly enjoyed all the speculation around her breasts and whether they were real or not. Lindsay liked knowing that people were staring at her and she took the speculation as barely concealed lust from people who were never going to have a shot with her.

Lindsay liked to get crazy and do some wild things, but she didn't give herself up for just anyone. So she decided to let people talk and speculate as much as they wanted about her boobs and whom she was showing them to. She was just going to go out and have fun.

Despite her disappointment over the lack of boys, Lindsay did think that this party looked pretty cool. There were an awful lot of people there that Lindsay admired and that she wanted to hang out with. She had just seen Charlize Theron walk into the room with Katie Holmes and she'd already seen Shakira, Gwen Stefani, Alyssa Milano and even Beyonce Knowles. And of course she'd seen Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera...a whole lot of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera.

Lindsay never minded showing off what God gave her, but she had been shocked to see Christina and Britney so bold as to be standing around in front of everyone stark naked. They must have really gotten into the spirit of the place or something, Lindsay thought to herself with a shrug.

It was certainly weird and she had seen a lot more of them than she had ever expected to, or really wanted to, see. But it wasn't like they weren't beautiful. Lindsay had decided not to say anything and just go with the flow. But it had been a little surprising to see Hilary not freak out at all. She had even seemed like she really liked what she saw. Which left Lindsay wondering again what kind of party was this supposed to be?

That was exactly the question that was going through Michelle Trachtenberg's head as she walked up to Alyson. She felt kind of weird walking around in her purple bikini. Even when she went to the beach she usually had shorts and a sweatshirt on when she was just walking around.

But everyone else there was either in a bikini or completely naked and since Michelle had no desire to go that route, then she was going to stay in her bikini. It felt strange to be wandering around everywhere in it, but when in Rome...

"Hey Aly," Michelle said, tapping her former co-star on the shoulder.

"Hey Michelle," Alyson smiled happily when she turned to face the teen. "What's up? Having fun?"

"Yeah, so far," Michelle said. "But ummm...I get the feeling something's going on."

"What do you mean?" Alyson asked, eyes darting around nervously. Had someone tipped Michelle off to the true aim of the party? Was she freaked? Intrigued? Aroused?

"Well it's like everyone knows something around here...like there's this big secret no one bothered to tell me," Michelle said with a shrug. "I mean it's nothing specific or anything. But I just feel a little out of place. You know?"

"Just relax sweetie, you'll feel fine once the party starts," Alyson advised Michelle, trying not to stare too hard as she imagined pulling off that bikini from her former co-star and revealing the teen goodies underneath.

God, she hoped Michelle wasn't going to freak when the fun really got started. It was risky to invite her like this without revealing the truth, but Alyson felt it was the best way. She just hoped she wouldn't bolt and would actually stay and join in the fun.

"When's Sarah going to get here?" Michelle asked, eager to see her on-screen sister again.

"Should be any minute now," Alyson said, her eyes straining toward the door and finally seeing the two girls she had been waiting for.

"Finally!" Alyson muttered. "Excuse me a minute Michelle."

Alyson then ran for the door, where Shannon Elizabeth and Mena Suvari walked in holding a suitcase with them. She gave them both a happy, if slightly nervous hug.

"I was afraid you two weren't going to make it," Alyson declared.

"We almost didn't," Shannon admitted. "We would have been here a little earlier if we hadn't gone to change first, but we wanted to be ready for when the fun started."

Mena and Shannon were wearing matching bikinis. Mena's was silver and Shannon's was gold, but both had thong bottoms that had Alyson licking her lips as she pictured bending them over in front of everyone and giving them the deep ass fucking they so richly deserved. It was never easy to stay mad at her friends, especially when they were so sexy.

"What happened?" Alyson inquired.

"There was this crazy woman on the plane," Mena said shaking her head in frustration and disbelief. "She was sitting back in coach and there were these Syrian guys or something and apparently she went nuts and started crying because she thought they were going to take over the plane or something."

"It turned out they were just musicians," Shannon interjected before Mena continued.

"Yeah and it was really all nothing," Mena said. "They had to delay the flight and get air marshals to calm her down. It was so fucking stupid. I thought we never were going to get here. It took us forever to get in the air."

"Well I'm just glad you're here now," Alyson said. "Did you bring the stuff?"

"Did we ever," Shannon grinned as she placed the suitcase on the floor and opened it up to expose the contents.

Alyson giggled when she saw what they had. She kind of felt like she was in Pulp Fiction and every time they opened the briefcase there was that golden glow. There wasn't anything too dramatic in it, but there was a lot of use they could all get out of a suitcase full of sex toys at this party.

"Perfect," Alyson said before she heard the sound of her cell phone over the growing din in the room. It was getting pretty crowded in the ballroom as almost all of the guests were there, but Alyson knew her ring anywhere. She ran back toward where she'd left her phone on the bar and grabbed it.

"Hello?" Alyson said.

"Hey, it's Jen," the slightly static filled voice said on the other end. "We're like two minutes from the hotel. Get ready."

"We're already set here," Alyson smiled, her pussy tingling as all her plans prepared to become reality. "I'll see you in a sec."

Alyson then hung up her phone and turned to address the crowd. Everyone was milling around, having some drinks and chatting, but they quickly fell to silence when Alyson called out for their attention.

"Ok everyone...Sarah's on her way," Alyson announced to the sound of loud cheers from girls eager for the party to begin. "We don't want to shock her right away, so everyone who's naked, get dressed!"

The majority of the girls who had shed their suits already obediently and slipped some body coverage back on, but Christina groaned in protest.

"Why the fuck should I get dressed when I'm just gonna get naked again when the party starts?" Christina whined as the few girls who were not in on the party's secret shared puzzled looks.

"Fine...stay naked," Alyson agreed, not wanting a fight. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't enjoy staring at Christina's naked body and Alyson knew Sarah felt the same way. "But everyone get ready! It's almost time!"

"Ok we're here," Sarah declared as the two taxis carrying everyone pulled up front. "Are you finally going to tell me what this is all about?"

"Just wait 30 more seconds," Rose replied with a wink, getting another frustrated groan from Sarah.

"I'm so gonna get you for this Rose," Sarah muttered as she grabbed her bags from the back and exited the cab along with Love and Rose. Behind them Jennifer and Michelle were getting their things from their taxi.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah...you're all talk Sarah," Rose teased causing Sarah to shoot a hard glare at her.

"Cheer up Sarah...at least you'll find out what's going on in a minute," Jennifer chimed in, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah the mystery's gonna end," Love assured her.

"Yeah right," Sarah grumbled. "You're probably going to lock me in my room and go off and have an orgy or something."

Rose, Jennifer, Love and Michelle all shared a look with one another, but they quickly took on innocent faces when Sarah turned around and glared at them. Sarah knew something was up here and her growing hope was that it was going to be a lot of fun. She had never been to Hedonism, but she certainly knew about it and she knew full well what went on there. Now she was hoping that all her frustration for the past day had been leading up to something and that there was fun in the air.

"Should we head up to our rooms or should we let Aly know we're here?" Love asked.

"Aly's here? My Aly?" Sarah asked, surprised. Was her best friend the one who had been behind this torture?

"Yeah, she's here...along with a few others," Rose replied coyly. "Let's go say hi. We can check into our rooms later."

The girls then walked through the lobby and down toward the ballroom. Everyone but Sarah was trying to hide their excited smiled and giggles of anticipation over what they knew was in wait for them. Sarah took the lead walking down the hall and everyone just stood back behind her.

"Is she in here?" Sarah asked, pointing her thumb at the closed doors to the ballroom.

"Open it and find out," Rose replied. Sarah shot her housemate another look, but did as she was told. She pushed open the doors and suddenly found herself facing the force of over 30 girls.

"SURPRISE!!!" everyone screamed out as Sarah yelped in glee.

"Oh my God!!!" Sarah squealed, all the anger of the past 24 hours disappearing as soon as she saw the party waiting inside for her. "You guys didn't?"

"We did," Alyson stepped forward to give Sarah a big, warm hug. The two friends hugged tightly and they were just about to press their lips together when Michelle Trachtenberg stepped forward, putting a quick end to the budding lesbian display.

"Hey Sarah!" Michelle said eagerly.

"Michelle? Oh my God, I haven't seen you in so long," Sarah replied, pulling away from Alyson to embrace the teen. Sarah wasn't even mad about having her kiss stopped. She was just happy to see Michelle again. It had been way too long since the fictional sisters had seen each other.

"How you been big sister?" Michelle asked.

"Just fine...how about you little sister?" Sarah asked back, using the nicknames they had given each other on the Buffy set.

"No complaints, just happy you're here," Michelle replied. "Now the party can really get started!"

Sarah quickly shot Alyson a quizzical look, wondering just how much Michelle knew about things. Alyson shook her head and Sarah dropped that train of thought right away. Now she too was wondering what kind of party this was. Ordinarily Sarah would have assumed that at a place like this it was going to be like one of the mansion parties. But with someone like Michelle there, Sarah didn't know.

Of course Sarah didn't have long to think about that. She was too busy talking to everyone. One by one, her former co-stars from Buffy came up to say hi and Sarah found herself meeting girls like Hilary and Lindsay, who she hadn't been introduced to before. There were so many girls there and, especially in her horny and frustrated state, Sarah wanted them all. She desperately hoped that this was going to turn into a fun party, but she was waiting for a sign...any sign before she made a move. She didn't want to make an unwanted advance and end up being humiliated in front of everyone.

But now that Sarah was here, the party really got started. Everyone was milling around, laughing and having a good time as they chatted, helped themselves to what was behind the open bar and enjoyed various snackables of varying carb levels. Jennifer, Rose, Love and Michelle had taken the liberty of checking Sarah into her room and when they came back to the party in their bikinis things were picking up nicely.

The ballroom was very useful because it was right next to the deck that led to the main pool. For a hefty fee the girls had been able to rent it for the day and close it off from other guests, so it was like their own private pool. So everyone was able to swim, dive, giggle and act silly while the final preparations were being made. Britney and Christina quickly took over DJ duties and the party atmosphere spread. Even those who weren't intimately knowledgeable about what happened on a daily basis in Malibu quickly relaxed.

The first hour or so was just to make sure everyone was here and having fun, but when Jewel came in and whispered in Alyson's ear she smiled and winked at Rose. The brunette returned the wink with one of her own and grabbed a chair from the corner.

Sarah had been so busy talking to everybody and hanging out that she hadn't had a chance to change into her own bikini. She didn't mind though. She told herself she'd get a chance to go swimming soon. The party was actually distracting her from her still unfulfilled arousal, but Sarah could still feel it inside her. Maybe she and Aly could sneak away for a bit and have some fun. Now that would be a great way to start a party, Sarah said to herself with a barely stifled smile.

"What? What'd I say?" Michelle Trachtenberg asked when she saw the grin on Sarah's face.

"Nothing...I was just daydreaming for a second," Sarah said before she was suddenly interrupted.

"Take a seat Sarah," Rose said, pushing Sarah down in the chair.

"Huh? What's going on?" Sarah demanded, still not feeling very happy at all with Rose.

"It's time for the real party to start," Rose replied as Sarah sat down in the chair. They were pretty much in the middle of the room now and Sarah was the only one sitting down, but she didn't think much of it until she tried to get up.

"Ohhhh no, you're not going anywhere," Alyson giggled wickedly as she came up from behind Sarah. Rose pressed down on Sarah's shoulders to keep her from getting away and Alyson pulled out two silk scarves from her bag. She tied Sarah's wrists to the chair arms, holding them down as the blonde resisted.

"Aly? What the hell are you doing?" Sarah asked. "Let me go."

"Not yet," Alyson replied. "You can't go anywhere yet. It's time for the fun to really start."

TO BE CONTINUED

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