So here it is coming at you with all the subtlety of a Randy Johnson fastball or a Goldust WWF promo it's another installment of "The Harem." If you haven't been paying attention to what in fact this series is all about, I really don't have much to say to you except I weep for future generations that don't have their fingers on the pulse of pornography.
But since you are interested enough to keep reading I will recap what happened in the last chapter. When we last left our heroes, they had settled quite nicely into their Malibu mansion where they could indulge in their secret passions. Sarah, Love, Rose and Jennifer welcomed new addition Jewel to the house and showed her that there's no lesbian loving quite like celebrity lesbian loving. Sarah also managed to successfully seduce her friend Reese Witherspoon, but on a downer note found herself the target of a sexual harassment suit from a creepy production assistant named Rick that she had had fired. Love hired a sexy French maid for the house and Jennifer found herself striking up a friendship with their next door neighbors, who happened to be three aimless youths with paranoid sensibilities and the ability to grow, and sell, kick ass pot.
That's only a brief overview of the plot and it leaves out much of the hot lesbian fucking. So if you want more you can find it on my home turf at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/stargazerz
Now there's a little business to take care of before we get to the good stuff. First off if you are not familiar with the rather enthusiastic porn acting style of the lovely Chloe, visit her web site at http://www.chloexxx.com She's got an excellent free preview section you can check it out, because it helps if you are familiar with her. Second, if you are not aware of the Playboy TV show "Night Calls" then please turn in your heterosexuality card at the door and leave. You disgust me. But if you don't and require an education, check out Juli and Tiff at http://www.playboy.com/pbtv-hv/pbtv/nightcalls/ Now that you are all nice and educated, I can get to the legal mumbo jumbo. Basically the law says that if you're under 18 you're not allowed to read this. That naturally makes sense because we all know that people under the age of 18 never think about sex...ever. So if you're that young, go away. Perhaps you can go and buy a gun or something because I think that's legal. Welcome to Ashcroft's America.
In another legal note, this story is entirely fictional. It would be nice if it was true, but it would also be nice if we were living there at the mansion. That's not going to happen, so we content ourselves with fan fiction. This is entirely the product of my imagination.
As always credit goes to Ghoulardi for thinking of the idea in the first place for this story and for being an excellent proofreader and letting me know when my lines are too corny. Credit also goes to the eagle eye of Raziel for letting me spot what I missed. You don't know his stories yet, but you will.
Finally...feedback...I need it. I want it. I must have it. This is hard work people and a kind word or some constructive criticism will make me know my effort was not wasted. If I don't get feedback, I'm just gonna keep talking here folks. Please send all comments to KMB2476@aol.com
Ok, I think that takes care of that. Now here's something you'll really enjoy.
The Harem Episode 7 "Some Nudity Required" By KMB
As it tended to do every day, morning arrived and with it brought another opportunity for people to become masters and mistresses of the universe. People all across the world took the philosophy of carpe diem and used it to their full advantage. They were up with the sun, ready to conquer the world and leave those who opposed them lifeless in their wake.
By contrast there was the existence of the actress. While people worked their way to triple bypass surgery by analyzing every number that came across early from the Tokyo stock exchange, the biggest concern to many of the women in this industry was trying not to be late for their call time or, in many cases, their audition.
That was certainly true for Love that morning. She didn't have a call time to worry about, but hopefully that was going to change after the audition she was scheduled for. The audition wasn't until mid-morning so Love had been able to sleep in and treat herself to a long, hot shower. Being true to her nature, she hadn't been able to resist taking extra time to soap up her breasts and to play a little between her legs, but she slapped her own hand away before she got too far. She couldn't weaken her resolve. Not when she was so close.
It wasn't like Love to deny herself even a quick round of finger play, but when she exited the shower she still had a big, satisfied smile on her face. After drying herself off, Love grabbed her fluffy sky blue robe and wrapped it around her body. She walked back up to her room, careful not to betray her utter excitement over the possibilities that lay ahead that day.
Lately only one thing would have created that kind of happy anticipation in Love and that was a beautiful girl submitting to her sapphic desires and letting her do amazing things to her body. But this was different. Today she was focused on her career. For too long she had felt as if her acting career was stuck in neutral. She got a lot of scripts sent to her, but none of them were very good. They were either romantic comedies that were neither romantic nor comedic or more running away from a hooked killer type roles. Love knew she could act; she just wanted to be able to prove herself to the directors who barely ever gave her a second thought.
Now she had a chance to do just that. She was auditioning for Thomas Paul Henderson. His last film had been one of the hottest independent releases of 2000 and now he had studio financing for his second film. Love didn't know how her agent had gotten her this audition, but he had and she had a chance to score a big time role in an edgy production.
Love had envied the way Sarah, Jennifer and Rose had been able to have their choice of interesting, complicated roles to play over the years. She wanted the chance to play different types of characters besides sweet and innocent girl next-door types. If she could pull this off then her career would really be moving forward soon. Maybe then she'd be able to show that she was an actress and not just a personality. Here was a chance for her to be taken seriously and seen in an adult light.
She had been practicing for this part all week and she was confident she knew the character cold. Love felt such giddy anticipation about this audition that she was practically walking on air as she returned to her room. She was filled with nervous energy because she had done something she had thought she would never do. In order to focus on the part with all her energy, Love had cut herself off from sex. The character she was playing was desperate in every sense of the word and Love wanted to be able to portray that desperation.
For the past three days no temptation her housemates could offer was enough for Love to give in. They had all tried, but none had succeeded. Sarah had gone as far as to invite Reese Witherspoon back to the house for all of them to enjoy, but Love hadn't weakened and of course this self-denial had driven Rose crazy. She just couldn't understand why any woman would do that to herself. She had taken to crawling into bed at night with Love, but even that, as tempting as that had been, had not caused Love to fall off the wagon.
To show she was ready for this part, Love wanted to be just as desperate as the character. It was her own form of method acting. It was just like what Sean Penn did, but then again to Love's eyes he never seemed happy. It was a hard experiment, but she felt it was worth doing.
Love had stayed the course through the sea of temptation, even though it was very tough. A week without sex might not have seen like a lot to most people, but to Love it was excruciating. Here she had all this beautiful and willing girl flesh around her and she couldn't partake. She felt like a dieter being dragged to an all you can eat buffet. But she felt like this was going to be worth her sacrifice. She wanted this part and if she had to do without sex for a few days then that would have to be so.
She still had all this energy coursing through her veins so Love was in an even gigglier mood than usual. She felt like dancing a little so she slid in the first cd she found and cranked up her stereo. It happened to be Madonna and, within moments, the sounds of "Ray of Light" were pumping through Love's room and all over the upstairs of the house.
As the music really started going past the opening chords and into the frenzied collection of techno that it was, Love threw off her robe leaving herself quite naked. She stepped away from the puddle of fluffiness her robe had become and began releasing some of that pent up energy by dancing around her room. The fact that she was still naked was absolutely irrelevant. She wasn't trying to be sexy or tempting. She was just having fun.
Love let the music fill up her senses and move her body. She danced over to her drawers and began picking out the clothes she was going to wear. Not missing a beat in her dancing, she rooted through her underwear deciding between sexy and practical. Deciding that it didn't matter she chose sexy because it would make her feel more confident. She pulled out a sheer black g-string and a matching black bra. While still dancing, Love managed to hop into her panties, pulling them up her legs and loving how the sheer material felt against her skin.
The bra was pulled on next and it was an odd feeling. Since she had moved into the house she had barely worn anything, much less a restraint of her breasts. It just seemed to get in the way of fun and, besides, Love enjoyed going braless, it made her feel more sexy and free. But today she couldn't risk "Thelma and Louise," as she had once jokingly called them, overshadowing her, so they were encased.
Her underwear securely fastened, Love continued shaking her groove thang to Madonna and moved to her closet. Should she wear a dress? A lot of what she had was too fancy for an audition. She didn't want to seem too dressed up, but she also didn't want to seem too casual. She couldn't exactly show up in jeans and a sweatshirt. There had to be a safe middle ground for her to live with.
Love felt a shiver go through her body when she went through her closet and saw The Blouse. She hadn't worn it in so long but it was the white blouse she had worn to the audition that day when she and Sarah had competed for the same part, fought and then begun this wonderful journey she was on. Love began to stroke the smooth material of the blouse and remembered her first kiss with Sarah. How it had been a desperation move by Sarah to win the argument that quickly had turned into something so much more. When Love closed her eyes, she could still picture them falling to the floor, Sarah on top, while they pulled away at their clothes in a frenzied attempt to get naked as soon as possible.
Seeing the thigh high black skirt she had worn that day right next to the blouse, Love sighed in ecstasy. She could remember as clearly as yesterday how it felt when Sarah had pulled it off of her, making them both nude and willing. Love had never been touched by another woman like that before and now it was all she knew. So much had changed since the last time she had worn this outfit and Love felt like it was a sign that it was time to wear it again. Things had gone so well the last time she had worn it, why not go for it again.
By now Madonna was done flying quicker than a ray of light and was now talking about perfume candy girls, but Love barely noticed the song change. She was lost in the happy memories of how it had started with her and Sarah and how it had grown into everything they had now.
"Mmmm Sarah," Love moaned softly aloud. "I wish you were going to be there for me today just like you were last time."
"Well that can be arranged," Love heard a voice behind her say and she didn't even have to turn around to know that it was Sarah standing in the doorway of her room.
"How long have you been watching me?" Love asked in mock anger over being spied upon.
"Since about the time you started shaking your booty," Sarah replied with a smile. "I didn't mean to spy, but after I opened your door I couldn't help but watch the show. Then I heard what you said and well..."
"Well what?" Love asked, staring at Sarah and crossing her arms over her underwear clad body. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Me?" Sarah inquired, smiling the whole time. "I thought you were the one who didn't like girls anymore, Love."
"Oh Sarah, you know it's not like that," Love pouted. "It's just that this audition, it's all I've been able to think about lately."
"So would you like to have me along for moral support or for something else?" Sarah teased.
"I think you know," Love replied shooting Sarah the look of good-natured lust that she knew drove her lovers wild. "I was just remembering that last audition we both went on."
"A trip down memory lane? What brought that on?" Sarah asked, walking toward Love. She then saw the clothes that had activated Love's memory circuits. "Ohhhhh I see. Mmmm God you looked so hot that day Love."
"So did you in your sexy little dress," Love replied as she snuggled up to Sarah. "Sometimes I still can't believe what happened."
"I know," Sarah agreed. "It's like a dream. A very long, very good dream. God and to think they never even made the film. If only they knew what they started."
"The shock alone would kill them," Love stated as she pulled the skirt and blouse out of her closet. "I'm going to wear them today."
"Oh looking to score at the audition again?" Sarah laughed. "Who are you up against? Natalie Portman? Katie Holmes? Neve Campbell?"
"Don't I wish," Love smiled while she began buttoning the blouse up. "It's just going to be me this morning. I wanted to wear something that brought me luck and this sure did last time."
"Luck...screaming orgasms...what's the difference?" Sarah joked before helping Love zip up her skirt and kissing her on the lips. "It's not often that I get to help you dress Love. I figured I'd better grab the opportunity while I could. Think you'll still be in self denial mode when you get home?"
"Oh hell no," Love vowed. "I'm going to jump the first girl I see when I come through the door."
"Mmmm then I'll make sure I'll be home for that," Sarah promised. "We can help you celebrate getting the part."
"Shhhh! Take that back!" Love urged excitedly. "You'll jinx me!"
"Oh stop," Sarah shot back. "You're going to do just fine. The director would be crazy not to cast you. Actually I think he really is crazy, but that shouldn't matter."
"He's not crazy," Love defended. "He's just.... ummm...eccentric. That's the word."
"I think full blown loony is more like it," Sarah replied, shaking her head as she remembered some of the stories she had heard about indie sensation Thomas Paul Henderson. "I mean I heard when the studio first gave him the money for this thing he was going to go make a movie about a goat herder in Afghanistan and actually shoot it there!"
"That's not true!" Love contended. "At least I think it's not. All that matters is that he is making his movie here and he wants to see me!"
Sarah smiled at her friend's exuberance. She didn't have the heart to tell her that she thought she was all wrong for the part. She had looked over the script and it wasn't that she thought Love was a bad actress, she just thought the material was full of itself and not suited for her.
After scoring with a big independent film a few years ago, Warner Brothers had decided to sink big money into TPH, as he preferred to be called, and his next project. Sarah had never seen the appeal of his first film. It was a black and white three and a half hour movie about two lovers waiting through the night to commit suicide at dawn. Sarah had found it pretentious and boring and while everyone else was ooohing and ahhhhing over the deep symbolic nature and the bleak, but beautiful, desperation, she had gone out for popcorn and snuck into the theater showing "Charlie's Angels."
In her mind, Sarah didn't think this new one was a whole lot better. It was about street kids in LA and basically all they seemed to do was take drugs, curse and rape each other. It was supposed to symbolize the futility of street life, but Sarah thought all it symbolized was one director's runaway ego.
Love was supposed to play a heroin addicted prostitute who ends up being gang banged and Sarah had been trying to think of a way to talk her out of it. But she hadn't been able to come up with a good reason, so she had kept her feelings to herself. Besides Love wanted to do this and Sarah wasn't going to stand in her way. She hoped she got it and did a great job with the role, because Sarah knew that Love could do it. But part of Sarah felt this was just a dumb project and that Love should wait for something better to come along.
There was no denying Love's excitement for the part though, so Sarah was going to support her no matter what. She knew first hand how rewarding it was to have a good part in an edgy movie, so she hoped Love would have the same luck she had when she convinced James Toback to use her in "Harvard Man."
"Is this outfit ok or should I change to something trashy, you know for the part?" Love asked nervously.
"Stop having kittens Love and relax," Sarah urged her. "You're going to do just fine. You're going to blow this guy away and it doesn't matter what you're wearing."
"Thanks Sarah," Love replied with gratitude. "I really want this. I know this part cold. Thomas Paul Henderson isn't going to know what hit him."
"That's my girl," Sarah smiled. "You can do this! Now I came up actually for a real reason. I was going to make breakfast. Are you hungry?"
"Oh no," Love replied. "Thanks Sarah but I'm too excited to eat anything right now. I think that if I do, I might just blow chunks all over him when I meet him. Then I'll have cinched my 'Biggest Dork Alive' award and lost the part."
"Yeah that's not the first impression you want to make," Sarah replied. "But don't be nervous Love. You can do this. We all believe in you."
Sarah's words of encouragement ran through Love's mind as she waited in the studio to be called in for the audition. The closer she got to it, the more nervous she felt. She hadn't been this nervous since she had first decided to take the plunge and try to become a professional actress. Her decision to do that had paid off when she had quickly scored regular TV gigs that led to her role on "Party of Five." But now it was time to take the next step. She felt that producers and directors saw her as some good girl or, even worse, a kid. This would change all that and if she pulled this off then Hollywood would have to take her seriously.
"Ms. Hewitt?" the woman behind the desk in the waiting room said. "They're ready for you." Love didn't know what she was. An assistant? A receptionist? Who could tell these days? All that mattered was that it was her time now. Love took a deep breath and went in.
Love walked into the office and set down her bag on a chair as she saw three men in conference. One of them she immediately recognized as Thomas Paul Henderson. The other guy was dressed in a suit that just screamed "producer." Love wasn't quite sure what to make of the other guy, but he looked like he hadn't showered in a week.
"There you are Ms. Hewitt, glad you could come in this morning," the producer said as he got off his chair and grasped Love's hand. "Murray built you up so much we had to see you for ourselves."
"Thanks, he's great," Love said, smiling when she thought of her agent, one of the few in Hollywood that didn't have an obvious dorsal fin. "And please call me Love."
Her response drew a fleeting look between Thomas and the unwashed guy, but Love didn't pay it much mind. She was just happy to be here.
"I really can't thank you enough for this chance," she declared. "I can't wait to show you all what I can do."
"Why don't we just get to it then," Thomas said quickly. "This is my lead actor Vinnie Mallo. I don't make a movie without him."
"Hi Vinnie," Love said cheerfully.
"Hey...Love," Vinnie replied barely able to contain a snicker.
"Ok let's go," the producer said. "We'll take it from page 94 at the top. Is everyone ready?"
"I'm ready," Love declared, noticing that Vinnie didn't just look like he needed a shower. He smelled that way too.
"Whatever," Vinnie stated.
Love saw that everyone assembled was waiting for her so she took another deep breath, summoned the lessons from every acting class she had ever taken and went for it. She knew the script pretty cold by now, but she still held it out in front of her for guidance if necessary.
"Don't you see Johnny...I need the stuff. I need it to live!" Love began, trying her best to stop being Jennifer Love Hewitt and becoming Angelique, the junkie. "I need it more than I needed milk from my whore of a mother's tit! I don't care if you think I'm throwing my life away! It's my fucking life! And if I want to shoot smack and get fucked up the ass for money then that's what I'm fucking gonna do!"
"But what about our baby," Vinnie mumbled.
"Fuck it!" Love snarled, feeling the character. "Who says it's yours anyway! You think you were the only guy I let come inside me? Fuck you Johnny! It could be any guy on this street and I don't really fucking care! I hope it comes out freaky and deformed! I wish I could cut it out of me right fucking now and throw it in your face! Don't you see Johnny? It doesn't matter if the baby is yours or not or if it lives or dies! We're all walking corpses. We're all dead. You just don't know it yet! We're dead bodies walking the street and this stuff makes me feel alive if only for a little while. It's all I care about! You and this baby are just insignificant pieces of dirt to me!"
"You really don't feel that way," Vinnie replied, though Love had to strain to hear him. "You can't mean what you're saying."
"Oh I mean it, what makes you think you're so fucking special?" Love continued. "You're in hell just like the rest of us so don't pretend that you're better than me!"
"That's fine," Thomas said, raising his hand and interrupting Love mid-monologue.
"That's all you want?" Love asked, quizzically.
"Yeah...yeah...yeah...you were great," Thomas replied. "Thanks for coming by."
"You were great Love," the producer assured her. "You gave us a lot to think about. We'll be in touch."
"Ok then," Love smiled, feeling good about her chances. "Is there anything else I can show you guys?"
"No, it's cool," Thomas said. "Like the man said, we'll be in touch."
"Ok, I guess I'll talk to you guys later," Love said. "Thanks for having me in."
Love then gathered her script together and walked out of the office, feeling good about her chances. Sure, she would have liked it if they had been a little bit more enthusiastic about her performance, but she really felt as if she had nailed the character. She felt like she had really gone out and showed them something. Love just about had a spring in her step when she got to the parking lot. She felt like she had proved something to them and to herself. She reached for her keys, but suddenly realized that she did not have possession of them because she did not have possession of her bag. She had left it in the office!
Running back inside, Love noticed that the woman behind the desk wasn't there. So she decided to just open the door and get her bag. Not wanting to interrupt anything, Love did it slowly in case something was going on. As soon as she did, Love heard voices.
"God damn it Thomas how many more of these teeny bopper twats am I going to have to work with?" Vinnie demanded, not exactly mumbling now. "I want to work with real actresses! You know people who actually care about their craft and not some TV princess whose only virtue is her big tits!"
"Now, c'mon boys," the producer urged. "I thought she was pretty good. We should give her a chance!"
"A chance?" Thomas demanded. "A chance? Are you out of your fucking mind? This is my film and I am not going to blow it by casting Jennifer fucking Love Hewitt! Can you imagine how hard they'll be laughing at me back at NYU? I'll never be let back into Slamdance again! Why on Earth would I put her in my film? She's a fucking joke. Get me some serious actresses to come in here. I'm making art here! This is an important statement about the world we live in and you bring me some giggly little princess who is under the delusion she's got talent! I don't care if your son went to B'nai Brith with her agent's son or whatever the fuck it is between you two! I don't ever want to hear her name brought up again! Why I was embarrassed to even have Vinnie here stand next to her in the audition!"
"And did you get a load of her 'call me Love' garbage," Vinnie laughed. "I mean does she get how irrelevant she is? I mean she was last popular in what, 1998? I'm in here keeping it real and she's just a joke. She's fucking ridiculous!"
Love stood there in shocked silence, not believing what she was hearing but knowing she couldn't stand to listen to any more of it. She just wanted to get out of there and fast. She pushed the door open and entered. The conversation stopped cold when she did. Vinnie and Thomas looked shocked that they had been overheard. The producer just looked ashamed.
"I...I...forgot my bag," Love said as she fought back tears. She couldn't help but have a few droplets roll down her cheeks, but she managed to hold most of it in as she grabbed her bag and fled.
By the time Love's dreams were crashing down in a ball of flame, Jennifer was just getting up. She so rarely had a chance to just sleep in and let the morning disappear that she was going to savor this opportunity. One of the advantages of being on the biggest hit show on a network whose ratings were slipping was that you could basically do whatever the heck you wanted whenever the heck you wanted to do it.
"Friends" was the best thing NBC had going for it at the moment and the cast was united in their desire to get every concession they could out of the network. Sure it was a little greedy, but when the network was making millions and millions off of their hard work, why shouldn't they get as much as they could back in return? So if that meant each cast member demanding a million dollars an episode and getting days off during the week, then so be it.
NBC was so desperate to hold onto them for another season, Jennifer wouldn't have been surprised if they were able to go into the network president's office and get him to bark like a dog for them. Hmmm, now that was something to try out during the next negotiations, Jennifer thought to herself with a content smile.
She tossed and turned under her covers, feeling very relaxed and finally ready to take on the day. She had drained as much sleep as she could from the morning and now it was time to get up. Jennifer yawned and stretched as she stared out her window at the ocean. Yeah, I wouldn't mind waking up like this every day Jennifer smiled before heading down to the shower.
When she emerged later, her body clad in a robe as she toweled her wet hair off, Jennifer noticed Michelle had arrived for work and was busily straightening things up. Jennifer looked at Michelle as she worked in her little French maid's outfit with the same look of uncertainty she'd had about her since she had arrived.
There was something that was just off about her. Jennifer couldn't pinpoint exactly what she felt it was, but she knew something wasn't quite right about Michelle. Maybe she was just concerned about anyone having access to their secrets like she did, but Jennifer couldn't help but feel this way. Everyone seemed to have hit it off with her except Jennifer. Shrugging to herself and deciding to address her concerns another time, Jennifer began to walk back up to her room. Before she got very far though, Michelle blocked her way.
"I do not understand you Jennifer," Michelle declared.
"What?" Jennifer asked, not quite sure how to respond. "Me? What don't you get?"
"I mean all the girls in the house have gotten to know me very, very well, but you do not seem interested," Michelle explained. "Why do you not like me?"
"I like you Michelle," Jennifer replied. It wasn't an outright lie. It just wasn't the total truth either.
"All your housemates seem to like me very much," Michelle smiled. "They are all so beautiful. I helped Jewel with her bath this morning. I soaped up every inch of her body and then made sure she was clean. Would you like that Jennifer? Would you like me to make you a bath some time?"
Jennifer began to squirm at such a thought. Damn, this girl had amazing powers of seduction. Still she resisted. Michelle was just so overly aggressive when it came to sex. Rose already filled that role in Jennifer's life and she didn't really need two girls like that.
"Perhaps you would like it better to have me spread out on the pool table while you lick me everywhere," Michelle continued, loving how she was making Jennifer uncomfortable. She felt this girl was just about to break. "Sarah liked me like that. All naked for her tongue. She liked it so much that she had to have Rose join her too. And of course you already know how well Love and I get along. So why are you resisting me Jennifer?"
"I'm not resisting you," Jennifer claimed. "It's just...that I ummm..."
Before Jennifer could stammer any more of an explanation out, she was saved by the bell. Or in this case, saved by the front door being flung open. Jennifer moved away from Michelle so she could see who it was and when she saw it was Love she was immediately grateful.
"Love!" Jennifer exclaimed. "How was your audition? Did you get the part?"
Jennifer was about to press for more details, but the tear stained cheeks and the look of total despair on Love's face was all the answer she needed.
"Honey, what happened?" Jennifer asked, switching immediately to shoulder-to-cry-on mode.
"Oh Jen," was all Love managed to gurgle out before descending back into angry and frustrated sobs.
"Shhhhh it's ok honey," Jennifer assured her, wrapping her arms around her and leading her upstairs to her room. Soon enough Love's clothes were discarded and she was clad in her bathrobe and slippers as she sat on her bed with Jennifer. Normally this would have lead to some fun but, for once, Love's mind was far from thinking about sex. In between sobs, she explained everything that had happened to her that morning. Jennifer was completely understanding and then some. She had been on her share of hellish auditions before she had scored her breakout role as Rachel.
"Oh Love, they don't know what they're missing..." Jennifer told Love, gently rubbing the sobbing girl's back and holding her tight.
"It's not just them though," Love sniffed, wiping away the tears. "I've heard all this before. I mean never to my face, but I've heard all the whispers and everything. No one wants to cast me! They think I'm a joke! It's like I bring cancer to their set or something!"
"Love, it's not like that at all," Jennifer said. "They're just assholes. They think they're so cool and they can treat people like shit. They're not worth your tears. Fuck them! You're too good to be in their stupid movie anyway!"
"I just wish someone would take me seriously," Love sighed, her tears finally fading away. It felt so good to be back here where she was loved and accepted no matter what. "I feel like my career is over because no one will give me a chance. I can act! I know I'm good! But no one will let me show it! I just wish I could get the kind of roles that you, Sarah and Rose get."
"Your career is so not over," Jennifer replied firmly. "Don't talk like that. Critics loved you in that Audrey Hepburn movie."
"No they didn't," Love grumbled. "I read the reviews and they were all like 'Well she's ok, for Jennifer Love Hewitt.' Even when they're complimenting me, they're insulting me. I try to stay positive about this, but I haven't had a challenge since 'Time of Your Life' got cancelled. I think they see me as some teen movie reject."
"If that's the way they see you, they're idiots," Jennifer said. "We know you can do anything and if they don't think you're good enough for their movie then you don't want to be part of their production anyway. That things gonna flop anyway. You're better off without them. I read that script you left lying around and Love, it was a real piece of pretentious crap."
"It was kind of bad, wasn't it?" Love agreed, admitting the truth and smiling for the first time in an hour. She hugged Jennifer tightly. "I'm glad you're here Jen, I'd hate to have to come home to an empty house."
"I just don't want you to get down on yourself Love," Jennifer said. "You have too much talent to lose faith in yourself. So just forget about those full of themselves assholes and relax. Here, read the new Entertainment Weekly and I'll get you some tea."
Love eagerly grasped the magazine that Jennifer had picked up off of her floor. She had been meaning to read it, but hadn't had a chance until now. She opened it up to a random spot and saw The Shaw Report, a small box that dictated the author's opinion of what was in and out in Hollywood. The fragile confidence Love had built up within the last few minutes was immediately shattered when she saw the top row. Jennifer Connelly had been classified as "In." Jennifer Lopez had been classified as "Five Minutes Ago." And Jennifer Love Hewitt was classified as "Out."
From the hallway, Jennifer heard the anguished scream of frustration and immediately ran back to investigate. She saw Love sobbing again and reassumed her position of support on the bed.
"They were just making a mean joke," Jennifer told her. "They're trying to be clever and they don't care who they hurt. Don't pay any attention to them."
This time Love was quite inconsolable as she only saw her career in shambles while she sat around and told stories about how she used to be an actress. Love literally cried on Jennifer's shoulder, soaking her robe with tears as her friend tried to comfort her.
While Love sobbed, Michelle busied herself cleaning. She wondered what was bothering that girl so much that she had to wail like that. These rich people were always so weird and she had the first hand experience to back that up. People with too much time and too much money always seemed to have the most peculiar personalities.
The buzzer for the gate then sounded. Jennifer was occupied with Love so Michelle went to investigate. She looked at the screen at the not quite crystal clear picture and saw three young men standing outside looking up with expectation.
"Hello?" Michelle said. "What do you want?"
"Can Jen come out and play?" Delbert asked.
"Excuse me?" Michelle asked, thinking she understood what he said but not quite getting who the hell they were and what they wanted with Jennifer.
"Is Jennifer Aniston there?" Waldo asked. "We want to talk to her."
"Look, Ms. Aniston will not be signing any autographs for people who just come up to the house like this," Michelle stated. "Go away or I will call the police for you."
"We don't want autographs," Franklin insisted. "We want to talk to Jennifer. She knows us!"
"Well we will see about that," Michelle replied huffily. "She had better know you or else you will be the ones who know the police real soon."
Michelle then walked away and toward Love's room. The nerve of those little geeks coming here to get an autograph. She hoped Jennifer let her sic the police on their little stalker butts.
"Jennifer?" Michelle said sticking her head inside the room. "There are three men here who say they know you. What should I do with them?"
"What do they look like?" Jennifer asked, wondering who knew she was here.
"They look like they just crawled out of a bag of couch potatoes," Michelle began, causing Jennifer to immediately realize who it was.
"Oooooh! It's the guys!" Jennifer said happily. "C'mon Love you should meet them."
"I don't want to meet anyone," Love grumbled. "Everyone hates me anyway."
"Oh stop, now you're just being silly," Jennifer said. "Stop listening to self involved jerks and start listening to your friends. A bad streak is no reason to give up on everything. Do you know how many shows I was on that got cancelled? I've even lost track. So no moping allowed."
"I wanna mope," Love insisted. "I wanna feel bad!"
"Fine," Jennifer sighed. "But I am going to make sure you cheer up about soon."
On that note, Jennifer left Love's room and walked over to investigate what was going on. She buzzed Waldo, Franklin and Delbert in. Love followed her from a distance, not wanting to stop feeling sorry for herself but also not able to stop her natural curiosity about the three guys who had recently had such a mind altering affect on Jennifer.
Jennifer opened the door and the three guys seemed to be bickering. They also seemed to be in costume.
"Why do I always have to be Pippin or Merry?" Delbert complained. "I want to be Frodo!"
"You can't be Frodo!" Waldo informed him. "I'm always Frodo! Franklin is always Sam! I'm the hero. He's the sidekick and you're the comic relief!"
"Can't I be the hero sometime?" Delbert asked, which created a response of knowing looks between Waldo and Franklin. "Next time I'm being Legolas!"
"What are you guys doing?" Jennifer asked after observing their costumes that seemed to be cloaks right out of the central casting of a fantasy movie and the fake swords they carried.
"We're going to the movies," Waldo explained. "You want to come with us?"
"I'm guessing from those costumes you're not going to see 'Sled Dogs' are you?" Jennifer inquired.
"Hardly," Franklin replied. "We're going to see 'Lord of the Rings.'"
"It's going to be our 37th time seeing it," Delbert added.
"You're seeing the movie for the 37th time?" Jennifer gasped. "How could anyone sit through a movie that many times?"
"Actually it's going to be our 37th time this month," Waldo informed her. "You don't want to know how many times we've seen it since it's been released."
"You're probably right about that," Jennifer replied as she marveled her new friends dedication to their pleasures. She supposed it was only crazy in a cute way and not a creepy way. More eccentric than anything else. Still it was a bit disconcerting.
"Will you come with us?" Franklin asked with eyes full of hope.
"Gee, I don't know," Jennifer said. Smoking pot with them was one was thing. Going to see a movie with them seemed to be a huge step forward. Not that there was anything wrong with that or anything. It was just new. But then again so was everything else she'd done recently and it wasn't like what was going on within the house was going to go on with Waldo, Franklin and Delbert. That Jennifer knew for sure.
It could be a fun way to spend her day off. Plus maybe at the end of it she could score a little bit more of that pot. She was positive she could handle it better her second time out with it. The first time had knocked her for a loop with its strength. The second time she'd be able to keep her feet planted on the ground.
The other hesitation in this was the fact that this wasn't the type of movie she had ever wanted to see. She preferred a good light romantic comedy to escape reality for two hours not some epic about the fate of Middle Earth. Brad was a big fan of this stuff actually. He'd given her a beautiful leather edition of each of the three books for Christmas and she'd been intending to read them, but hadn't had the time to do it.
"C'mon...it'll be fun," Waldo urged. "We know all the lines by heart and everything."
"Well..." Jennifer hesitated but before she could delay her decision any more she found it was being made for her.
"'Lord of the Rings?'" Love gasped as she ran to the door causing bug eyed responses from the three youths. "You are so going! Can I come too? Please! I've been dying to see it!"
Waldo, Franklin and Delbert were left dumbstruck at the idea that they were staring at Jennifer Love Hewitt clad only in a bathrobe that barely held in her generous form. Any attempts at covering up the other residents of the house was neatly torched by Love's enthusiasm to see Gandalf and co. journey into Mordor.
"Oh my God!" Delbert gasped. "It's the girl from 'The Suburbans.'"
"Just call me Love," the actress cheerfully replied, her despondency forgotten for the time being.
"Guess we'd better go get dressed," Jennifer sighed, not mad at this but wondering how she was going to begin to explain this living situation to the guys without giving away the biggest secrets of all.
"C'mon it will be fun!" Love urged, noticing Jennifer's reluctance. "I thought you wanted me to cheer up!"
"I do," Jennifer said. "It's just that you and I and them...in public..."
"We're just going to be watching a movie not having sex in the balcony, unless of course you want to?" Love teased. Jennifer was happy to see her friend returning to her normal state of being. She wasn't used to seeing Love so down on herself and it was good to see her natural exuberance and sunny nature back in control.
"I think our companions might notice if we did," Jennifer pointed out.
"Nahhh they'll be too busy wishing they were Hobbits," Love responded.
"And you won't be?" Jennifer replied, now taking her turn to tease.
"Well...maybe a little bit..." Love smiled shyly. She had had a soft spot for fairy tales since she was a kid. Lately she had indulged in another type of fantasy, but sometimes you had to touch base with the child inside and think about brave warriors, elfish princesses and magic rings. "Now c'mon let's get dressed before they leave without us."
"Ok," Jennifer agreed as they headed up to their rooms to change. Love might have been enthused about seeing this movie, but Jennifer wasn't quite sold on its merits. Sure it had gotten good reviews, but it seemed marketed directly for the geek sides in everyone and Jennifer had taken great pains to make sure that side had been surgically removed. She couldn't help but think she was going to be bored to tears by this movie.
Three and a half hours of movie later it was quite a different story as the party of five exited the theater. Waldo, Franklin and Delbert were lost in acting out parts of the movie and Love was comforting a crying Jennifer.
"I don't know why I made fun of the movie before," Jennifer cried as she dabbed her eyes with a tissue. "I was just trying to be cool, but it was soooooooo wonderful."
"I know," Love said. "I know it was."
"I was trying to hold it in, but when Sam rushed out into the water after Frodo it was so beautiful I couldn't help it," Jennifer babbled on. "He's so loyal! He's like a big, wonderful puppy!"
Love had had to fight back tears of her own during the movie's climax. Jennifer was right in her assessment. The movie had been wonderful and beautiful. It had been just what she had needed. Love needed to escape to another world for a few hours where instead of directors and actors there were dwarves and wizards, a much more agreeable sort to be sure. Her morning had been so ugly that spending some time in such a beautiful and new world did her still depressed heart good.
Love couldn't help but smile also as she watched their three companions act their little hearts out. They had mouthed along to every line of the movie and acting like they didn't have a care in the world.
"Leave it. It's over. The world of men will fail," Waldo said as he fell to the ground and began acting the part of Boromir. "All will fall to darkness and my city to ruin."
"I know not what strength lies in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let The White City fall, nor our people fail," Delbert responded, easily slipping into Aragorn's skin.
"Our people. Our people," Waldo continued. "I would have followed you, my brother, my captain, my king."
"Be at peace son of Gondor," Delbert stated, before slipping out of character. "See I told you I could be the hero!"
"Your point is well taken Delbert," Franklin replied as he helped Waldo back to his feet. In the meantime Jennifer, upon seeing the reenactment of Boromir's death scene had found her waterworks kicking up again.
Love didn't quite know how to regard these three strangers except with amusement. They seemed to have hit it off with Jennifer, so Love was willing to believe that they were ok. They were certainly unusual and they seemed completely loyal to one another, like friends who had seen a lot and been through a lot. They seemed to have a bond between them, kind of like her and the other girls at the house, Love thought. Of course they also had that special something between them that these guys didn't have, at least Love didn't think they had.
"So you live with Jennifer huh?" Waldo asked Love.
"Yeah," Love replied, not wanting to give away too many details. She liked these guys well enough considering she knew next to nothing about them, but that was far from a point where she felt comfortable enough to expose this atom bomb of a secret.
"Kind of like a time share thing?" Waldo inquired.
"Not quite," Love answered. "It's pretty complex. Just one of those things that happened."
"Well you sure picked a strange house to move into," Waldo said, accepting Love's not quite explanation for the living arrangements. "A lot of unusual things went on there."
A lot of unusual things are going on there now, Love giggled to herself.
"You do know it used to be a bordello, right?" Waldo asked.
"Really? You don't say," Love smiled while shooting a knowing glimpse at Jennifer. "You'd never know to look at it."
"Oh yeah, big scandal and everything," Waldo explained. "We saw the whole thing go down. Lots of Feds all over the place. They really took the place over fast and then went all hush hush with the prosecution. We think it's because they found evidence of high ranking state and national officials paying visits to the place."
"Really?" Love asked, genuinely curious. "Like who?"
"Well we don't have names, just theories," Waldo said. "We wrote a bunch of freelance articles about it for publication. You can't hide the truth from the world when you're a first hand witness to it. Unfortunately our investigation never got anywhere. Then there were the bomb threats so we just put it to bed for now."
"Bomb threats?" Jennifer asked, drying her eyes and rejoining the conversation.
"Yeah big ones too..." Delbert explained. "We're pretty sure it was the NSA after us."
"Or the CIA," Waldo added. "They're not chartered for domestic surveillance but that's never stopped them before."
"It's a fascinating example of a government gone mad," Franklin declared as Love and Jennifer shared a smile.
"Hmmmm interesting theory," Love replied, unable to suppress a laugh. The movie had helped her escape her troubles for a few hours, but those troubles were still there.
She had seen Liv Tyler up in the screen playing a part she would have given anything to play and it had helped remind her of the rut she was in. She didn't begrudge Liv her success, but Love knew there wasn't anything she did as an actress that she couldn't do too. It was just that no one ever thought of her in those types of roles.
All Love had to do was look at Jennifer Garner and wonder if the train of success had flown by her. A few years ago Jennifer was her co-star on "Time of Your Life" and now she was kicking butt and winning awards for "Alias." That was another role Love knew she could play. She had been very friendly with Jennifer on the set so she was happy for her, but still Love couldn't help but feel little twinges of jealous because all her friends seemed to be zooming upward while she stood around.
She was just stuck in a rut. Love knew that. She had tried sexing up her image in "Heartbreakers" and the reviews had been good, but the box office wasn't as big as some had hoped so it didn't do all that much to boost her career. She needed to do something to break out of the pack...something where people would take notice of her again and think there was more to her than meets the eye.
"Jen, I'm going to go grab a cab and see my agent," Love declared.
"Are you feeling better honey?" Jennifer asked her, careful not to show too much affection toward Jennifer considering they were outside a movie theater and in front of their neighbors.
"Yeah a little bit," Love admitted. "You know me, I don't stay depressed for too long. I'll be ok. I just want to see what else he's got for me. You know, onto the next project. Back on the horse and all that."
"Good luck Love," Jennifer told her, bringing her in for a warm, if platonic, hug. "I'll see you at home, ok?"
"Ok," Love replied with a smile. She was glad she had people like Jennifer in her life at a time like this. "Bye guys."
"Bye Love," all three said at once as they waved goodbye to her.
Love's luck didn't get any better when she got to her agent's office. The receptionist informed her that Murray was out of town. She could wait and see him then, or she could see Murray's new associate. Love sighed and chose the latter. She'd met him a couple of times before and he was, at least sympathetic when she told him what happened.
"Love, I'm so sorry," Michael Pheret said. "Do you want me to hurt them because I will. I will go down to their office on the lot and firebomb them. Just give me the word and I will put them in a world of hurt Pheret-style."
"Hmm tempting, but I think I'll pass," Love replied, thinking that if she gave the word he might actually do it.
"See that's what I love about you, you never want to hurt anyone," Michael pressed on. "Me? I want to hurt everyone...except you of course."
"Of course," Love agreed. "So what else do you have for me Michael. I mean I don't mean to seem pushy but when I signed on with you guys, you said you were going to get me lots of big parts and I don't see anything crossing my table yet."
"Hey no need to raise the level around here," Michael assured her. "I am out there busting my ass and it is going to pay off soon. Do you know how fast I can get out there and get you in 'I Know What You Did Last Summer 3?' And I happen to know that Scott Wolf is dying to do a 'Party of Five' reunion. Offers aren't exactly pouring in for him either. Guess you could say the Wolf is at the door for him."
Michael began laughing at his own joke and Love just rolled her eyes in response.
"Well I think that falls into the 'been there, done that' category," Love replied. "I want to try and do something bold and new for me."
"Ok... I hear bold and interesting so let me offer you your own syndicated talk show," Michael said as he pulled out a piece of paper. "I've got companies just begging for an 'Ask Love' show."
"I don't think so," Love stated quickly, thinking about it for all of one second before reaching the obvious conclusion that her hosting a talk show was a ready made disaster.
"Well Playboy called again," Michael mentioned. "They upped their offer but-"
"Excuse me, again?" Love asked. "When did they call the first time?"
"Oh they've been after you to pose for years," Michael explained. "I keep telling them 'no' but they keep coming back with more money being offered. They're up to a cool three million now."
"Why are you just telling me this now?" Love asked.
"I don't think it's the right move for you," Michael said. "I mean it's a lot of money they're offering, but I don't think showing the world your goodies is what you need to be doing right now."
"Pardon me Michael," Love declared. "But they're my goodies and I will be showing them to whomever I want!"
"You're not seriously considering their offer are you?" Michael said, aghast.
"Well, no," Love said, but it wasn't quite the truth. In actuality, the seeds were now planted in her head and she was mulling over the idea quite a bit.
Love was still tossing the offer over in her mind by the time she got home. Michael was adamant that it wouldn't do anything to help her career, but Love wasn't so sure about that. It was a bold move guaranteed to show everyone that she had grown up and could handle mature roles. Sure some people might look at it as a desperation move, but Love didn't think it was that at all and her opinion mattered most here.
She was also very confident that whatever photographer took her pictures would make her look amazing. The magazine's "girl next door" reputation played in perfectly with Love's own strengths and she knew the pictures would make people see her in a new and sexy light. Plus there was the part of her that got turned on thinking of everyone staring at her naked body and getting off thinking of her.
The more Love thought about it, the more she liked the idea. She wasn't entirely sold on it yet, though. She knew it was something she was going to have to think long and hard about. There were downsides to be sure. How would her family take it? If she wanted to be taken seriously as an actress, perhaps Michael was right and she shouldn't be showing her "goodies." She just couldn't decide what to do about it but it was definitely an intriguing idea so she decided to discuss it with her housemates.
"Playboy? Are you serious?" Sarah gasped.
"Cool," Rose replied.
"I'll bet you'd look beautiful," Jewel stated.
"Wow, that's certainly a bold step," Jennifer opined.
"I didn't say yes or even talk to anyone at the magazine," Love explained. "It's just something I'm thinking about. I mean I know my career needs a boost and it sounds good, but I'm just not sure if it's the boost I need."
"I got offered to pose once," Rose said. "I turned them down."
"You?" Jennifer asked skeptically. "No way. There's no way you would turn down a chance to get naked."
"Oh come on, you've been living with me for months now and you still have no idea what I'm all about," Rose replied, shaking her head. "Playboy is way too tame for me. They'd have airbrushed me and given me that gauzy, dumb blonde look. No thanks. Let me know when Club calls up and offers me a layout with Jenna Jameson."
"Now that's an issue I'll buy," Jewel laughed, picturing those two in a sexual grudge match. She had no idea who the last woman standing would be but it would sure be something she'd want to watch.
"I think all of us got an offer from them," Sarah pointed out. "I mean do you really think you might do it, Love?"
"I like the idea," Love admitted. "But I'm not sure. It sounds fun and sexy, but I don't want it to backfire."
"Hell I say go for it," Jennifer said, surprising people a little with her reaction. "Don't look at me like that. Remember it was my ass on the cover of Rolling Stone a few years ago. You should do it only if you want too Love. Do it because it makes you feel sexy and not because you care about what some producer thinks."
"I agree," Jewel added. "I mean I don't know if I would ever do anything like that, but you can't do it just to go out and change your image. If you don't do it for you then you won't get anything out of it."
"Hey I'm with you as long as you invite me down to where they're shooting," Rose stated. "I can help you get that 'freshly fucked' look photographers like."
"Mmmm you can always help me get that look," Love answered before turning to the one girl who had not given her opinion. "What do you think Sarah?"
"Well, it's just so...wow..." Sarah said. She had gotten offers from Playboy before and she had always turned them down. She had nothing against that kind of magazine and in fact she now had an extra appreciation for it because of her new perspective on the female form. It just wasn't something that she felt was right for her. Now, Love was looking to her for her opinion and she didn't know what to say. Plus she was clouded by the immediate realization that the idea of Love posing naked for the camera turned her on completely.
"I think Jennifer and Jewel said it best," Sarah finally said. "You've got to do it for you. I mean it's not an easy call and once you've done it, you've done it. Those pictures will be there forever. But I'll always support you Love and if you want to do it then just promise me you'll give me an autographed copy."
"Why do you need an autograph when you can just play with the real things?" Rose joked as she helpfully reached over and tugged up the sweatshirt Love had slipped on. Her breasts were bare underneath but Love certainly didn't mind flashing her friends, even if it was Rose's decision for her to do so. The hungry stares she got did a lot to repair Love's ego. Her friends sure seemed to think it was something she should go for, but she still wasn't convinced.
Love was still mulling things a few hours later. Her gut was telling her to try this out and see what happened, but part of her was resistant to the thought of getting naked for Playboy. She had been following her gut a lot lately and as a result she was happier than she ever had been in her personal life. But the instincts that served you so well in your everyday life, didn't always translate into success professionally. Love had learned that lesson the hard way and she had to wonder whether something like this was good for her.
Sure she wanted to do this now, but would she regret it later? It could potentially boost her up. Love remembered all the girls who had taken it off for Playboy and gone onto success. Sharon Stone. Kim Basinger. Cindy Crawford. But for every girl like that, there was an Anna Nicole Smith. Love didn't want to become a punch line to a late night comedian's joke. She wanted to do this to show Hollywood she could be bold and sexy not to give them even more reason to ignore her for more adult roles.
She was torn about what to do. She didn't want to make a mistake here. But what was the mistake? Doing the pictorial and having and being taken even less seriously? Or not taking the chance and doing Wonderful World of Disney movies before she got too old for that and moved on over to Lifetime?
Then there was the question of whether she could even get naked for the cameras. Sure she was very open with her sexuality whether it came to men or women, but there was a big difference in doing something fun and sexy with someone you trusted. It wasn't like she was rushing up to a stranger on the street and pulling them on top of her. But that kind of felt like what she was doing here.
If she did this thing then she would literally be exposed to people all over the world. People wouldn't have to download the clip of her in the shower in Party of Five where you could supposedly see a nipple anymore. They would see all of her in the glossy pages of Playboy.
It was a turn on to be sure and Love's naughty side was really digging the idea that people around the world would be getting sexually aroused by her nudity, but it was also a bit intimidating. Everyone would be looking at her and, in whatever way they did, judging her. That wasn't a position she wanted to jump into lightly, so Love thought maybe she could see if she could handle the posing nude part before she tried to handle the aftermath part. There was only one way to find out. With that in mind Love went off in search of someone she knew had experience with getting naked for a camera.
"Rose, are you in there?" Love asked, knocking on her friend's door.
"Yeah, just a minute," Rose said from behind the door. Love heard the rustle of clothes and Rose moving around the room. It sounded like she was getting dressed. Love wondered what Rose was up to and those questions multiplied by ten when the door opened and she saw what Rose was wearing.
"What's up Love?" Rose asked as Love stared at Rose's short, tight leather skirt that was slit up the side and her red top that had a valley for cleavage so wide that it was a miracle Rose's breasts didn't just spill out. Love knew Rose was wild sexually, but this outfit looked like she was about to stop being an actress and embark in an exciting new career in streetwalking.
"Wow!" Love said. "You going somewhere Rose? Or are you just looking to get mauled in the hallway."
"I'm going out," Rose said. "Sorry Love, I've got to go."
Love was puzzled by this reaction. Normally, no matter where she had to go, Rose would have taken time to play with her. Even if they had just traded a few bawdy come ons Rose would have waited, but for some reason she seemed distracted this time.
"Where are you going?" Love inquired, forgetting about her own questions for a moment.
"I've got to go out," Rose said distantly. "I'll talk later, ok?"
Before Love had a chance to respond, Rose pushed past her and headed out. Love was mildly surprised. That didn't seem like the Rose she knew and loved. She thought back and tried to think if Rose had been acting strangely all night, but she had seemed ok before then. Rose had been her usual blunt, sexy self all night but now it was like she was distant and a little less sure of herself. Not to mention Rose had dressed herself in something from the rack of Whores R Us and she didn't even show any interest in showing it off to her or any other of their housemates. It was odd and it left Love scratching her head.
Shrugging her shoulders, Love moved on. She'd ask Rose what that was all about when she got back from wherever it was that she was going. Now that was two of her housemates that were seemingly out for the night. Jewel had gone off to some music industry thing and Rose was off to parts unknown. That left Love alone with Jennifer and Sarah so Love decided to go off and seek Jennifer's counsel again.
Love made her way down the hall to The Grecian room where Jennifer enjoyed a nightly taste of the Mediterranean to suit her Greek heritage. Jennifer's door was open and Love saw that she was lying on top of her bed reading. Love knocked politely and Jennifer looked up in response, her face brightening when she saw who it was at her doorway.
"Hey Love," Jennifer warmly greeted her. "What'cha up to?"
"Not much, I just wanted to thank you for listening to me cry and whine before," Love said.
"Hey it's no problem," Jennifer assured her, putting her book down and scooting over so Love could join her on the bed. "We've all been there. A lot of times I wish I had a shoulder to cry on after a bad one. I'm just glad I could help you out a little."
"Oh you definitely did," Love assured her. "And I was kind of hoping that you could help me out some more."
"Oh? And how can I help you now?" Jennifer asked, hoping that it involved some naked time. She hadn't even been reading the book she had in front of her. She had just been staring at it and thinking about how much she missed Brad. That was how she had spent most of her nights here when he was out of town and she was bunking at the mansion. She was happy for the distraction and Love was certainly a very sexy distraction.
"Well," Love began as she sat down on the bed. "I was thinking some more about the Playboy offer and I was wondering what it would be like to be naked for the camera."
"Well we did that once before, remember?" Jennifer teased as she hugged Love and reminded her of the little amateur porn movie they had made after Sarah had discovered them spying on her and Reese Witherspoon. All the rooms here had video cameras in them and they had all gotten together in the Caesar's Court room to have themselves a good, old fashioned Roman orgy that was captured on tape.
"Not like that," Love smiled, feeling her body tingle at the memory of them fucking each other silly and then having almost as much fun watching it on tape the next morning. "I meant like the pictures they'd take of me for the magazine."
"There's no way you could look bad," Jennifer declared. "You always look good in your pictures."
"You should see the ones the magazines reject," Love joked.
"Oh stop," Jennifer playfully chastised. "If you do this, you'll look gorgeous. And I know you won't feel uncomfortable. Considering all the things we've done here, you can handle a little full frontal nudity, can't you?"
"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could find out about that," Love smiled.
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked.
"I mean that maybe you could play photographer for me," Love suggested. "Feel like taking some pictures Jen?"
"Are you serious?" Jennifer asked and Love eagerly nodded her head "yes." Jennifer mulled it over for about a split second. A beautiful young woman was asking her to take naked pictures of her. How could she refuse?
"I'll go get my camera," Jennifer replied to Love's utter delight.
"Thank you!" Love squealed, hugging Jennifer and bounding off the bed. "We can do it in my room!"
Jennifer had always been interested in tinkering with art projects and she had brought this camera with her to improve her photography skills. She had been taking some pictures of sunrises, sunsets and other things that had caught her eye. Now she was working with a human subject and she planned to catch every angle of this beauty.
Love eagerly pulled Jennifer toward her room. She always loved any opportunity she could get to be naked with one of her housemates, but this time was going to be special. Love was going to see if she really had the guts to be centerfold material.
The two girls laughed excitedly as they made their way through the hall and this naturally caught Sarah's attention. She put down the script she had been reading in her room and stuck her head out the door. She saw the pair walking toward Love's room and she knew immediately that something was up and that she wanted to be part of it.
"Alright, what's going on?" Sarah asked suspiciously, stepping out into the hallway and crossing her arms over her chest.
After exchanging a naughty glimpse with Jennifer, Love answered the question.
"We're gonna go take some test shots," Love replied.
"Test shots?" Sarah pressed. "You mean?"
"Yup, the naked kind," Love answered. "You want to watch?"
"You have to ask?" Sarah smiled as she joined them on their way to Love's room.
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