Ladies' Night

Hello readers, its Rulehater, the author of the critically acclaimed series "Dangerously in Love" and "Damon's Chronicles" (at least the 5 or 6 people who read them think they are). Anyways, since I was so long and kept my readers in such hiatus, I decided to come out with this special treat to make up for my absence.

I'd like to start off by thanking TRL for doing such an awesome job with his Country Music story. Despite the fact that I despise country music in every shape and form, I enjoyed his story so much that I just had to do the same with the genre with the most beautiful women on earth, R&B. Please ignore any blatant similarities to TRL's story - it is not so much plagiarism as paying homage to one of the most talented authors I've ever had the pleasure of reading. I also want to say thanks to KMB, Carnage Jackson, and HardGuy4, for their encouragement and suggestions.

Please note that this is not a spinoff of 'Dangerously in Love,", even if it does incorporate many of its elements. I hope you enjoy the story. Feedback is very welcome at rulehater@yahoo.com. Look out for a sequel to this story, featuring Jill Scott, India.Arie, Angie Stone, Erykah Badu, and Macy Gray. OK that was a joke. While I love all the aforementioned beautiful women, I'll rather just rather appreciate them for their splendid neo-soul music.

If you are below the age of 18, do not read this. A word is enough for the wise. To the rest of you, do proceed with caution. None of the events described here are even real. None of the people mentioned act this way, at least to the best of my knowledge.

LADIES' NIGHT - AN R&B CLUSTERFUCK

"I got dreams of fucking an R&B bitch..." - The Notorious B.I.G., 'Dreams'

The music industry, as we all probably know, is nowhere near as glamorous as it seems. While there are a lot of perks involved - getting to travel all over the world, earning millions of dollars, and getting to perform on stage in front of thousands of adoring fans, there are a lot of downsides to it as well. Dealing with shady executives, living off tour buses, and learning rigorous dance routines on a regular basis is definitely no picnic, which is why, every now and then, even the most prominent recording stars opt to go on hiatus and spend an extended period of time away from all of the hoopla.

At least, that was the reasoning of Janet Jackson, arguably one of greatest and most successful female artists of our time. The last child of the most popular and infamous family in music, she had been involved in music right from when she was a kid kid, from following her older brothers, the Jackson 5, around, till she became a solo artist in her own right. Over the past twenty years, as the rest of her family had become more and more mired in controversy, and the whole world paid more attention to Michael's skin color and baby dangling than to his music, she had managed to overcome the shadows of her megalomaniac brother, and show the world that, despite coming from such lineage, she was, on her own merit, a talented artist. Now, twenty years, about ten albums, several hit movies, and countless Grammy wins and nominations later, she was completely worn out, and were in the middle of a hiatus from recording.

She definitely deserved it - her last album, "All For You", had been a success, going platinum several times over in many countries, and she had recently enjoyed box office success opposite Eddie Murphy in the sequel to the "Nutty Professor". She had also gone through an extremely difficult divorce recently from her ex-husband, whom she was secretly married to for years, and who was now threatening to blackmail her and expose secrets, both about her and the whole Jackson family.

Right now, though, none of those was on Janet's mind. In the midst of the absolute pleasure she was going through at the moment, she hardly even remembered any of that, or that fact that in about a week, she was about to commence recording material for her new album, and in the process, come out of hibernation. For in between her legs at the very moment, was one of the prettiest faces on earth.

"Oh yes baby," she was moaning, "Suck me, suck my pussy, just like I taught you, yes, exactly like I taught you. Lick my pussy and let me come all over that pretty face of yours."

Yes, Janet was bi-sexual; she loved to sleep with both men and women, and currently had a woman in her bed - the beautiful Beyoncé Knowles, lead singer of Destiny's Child, who had recently found huge solo success of her own. They had actually been sleeping together for years now, and though not regularly, since they both had busy schedules of their own, they managed to get together every now and then. The two had met long before Destiny's Child became a household name, when they were opening for Janet on tour. By chance, Janet had discovered the then 17-year-old was also into girls, and they had begun their physical relationship then.

Janet had been bi for as long as she could remember, and over the past fifteen or so years, had been in the company of numerous women, both in Hollywood and out. She had been with quite a number of famous singers and actresses, and learned a lot from them. She'd never really hid her attraction to women, and she knew that there were a lot of rumors about her rampant bisexuality, but none serious enough. Rene, her ex-husband, had caught her with women several times, and even though he had never really minded, she had been surprised when he had brought up infidelity as one of the reasons for their divorce. He had even managed to fork some money over from her in order to silence him from outing her as a lesbian to the media.

Well, her ex-husband was one of the furthest things on her mind as she continued to enjoy Beyoncé's skilled tongue all over her wet, sopping snatch.

"Yes baby, suck me, suck my pussy, make me come," she was yelling, "I love the way your tongue feels on my pussy. Oh yes."

Janet's shuddered as her orgasm hit her, and for several moments, she still felt the thunderous effect. She might regret many things in her lifetime, but she knew that the last thing she would ever regret was hooking up with Beyoncé, and teaching her many expert sapphic ways. The two of them had had so many wonderful adventures, like meeting at different awards shows and industry parties and riskily making love where there was so much danger of being caught. Beyoncé had managed to teach Kelly and Michelle, her bandmates, the joys of being with a woman, and had of course brought them over many times for them to enjoy.

"Did you like that, honey?" Beyoncé asked as she kissed Janet on the mouth.

"Like it?" she answered, "I totally loved it. You are getting better each and every time I fuck you."

"I'm going to miss you so much when you go to Europe," Beyoncé said sadly, "Have fun with all those French bimbos, and make sure none of them replace me."

'You know you'll always be my number one," smiled Janet, "besides, I'm not leaving for France for another week."

Janet was going to be in France for about a month or so, recording with a few European techno and dance artists and DJs, whose sound she wanted to incorporate into her upcoming album.

"I wish I could come with you," Beyoncé complained, "but I still have a lot of album promotion to do, and I need to shoot the video for my second single. But I'll try and wrangle the time and come over, even if just for a weekend."

"Really? And spend a moment away from that rapper boyfriend of yours?" asked Janet sarcastically.

"Don't let's get into this argument again tonight," pleaded Beyoncé, 'I know you don't approve of Shawn, and let's leave it at that. I just want to have fun with you tonight."

"Speaking of fun, I have a terrific idea." smiled Janet.

"Does it involve loads of hot, naked females?" asked Beyoncé, "If so, I'm there."

"Indeed it does," Janet replied, "I think we should throw a party."

"A party?" replied Beyoncé, "What kind of party? Where?"

"A slumber party," giggled Janet, "We could invite a load of girls over and have an orgy to last hours."

"Ooooh, me likey," laughed Beyoncé, "But who are you going to invite? Normal females or other celebrities or what?"

"I'm thinking of inviting a bunch of other singers. You know, an R&B party," Janet suggested.

"That doesn't sound bad. Does it have to be just R&B?" inquired Beyoncé.

"Yeah" answered Janet, "and I know what you are about to ask, but Jewel is not an R&B singer, so the answer is no."

Beyoncé had recently slept with Alaskan pop/folk singer, the beautiful Jewel, and was really excited about it.

"It's OK," said Janet, noticing the crestfallen look on her face, "Maybe next time. She's not in town anyway, like you said, or she'd be here tonight. Plus, we R&B chicks need to be united, like the other genres too."

"What do you mean?" Beyoncé asked, a little puzzled.

"Remember I told you I fucked Shania Twain, right?" gloated Janet.

"Yeah," replied Beyoncé, "You lucky bitch. She is so hot."

"Well, when we were telling each other about our hottest experiences, she told me about this slumber party the country chicks had."

"All of them?" exclaimed Beyoncé

"Well, a lot of them - Faith Hill, the Dixie Chicks, LeAnn Rimes, and others", Janet replied, and not pausing to address the amazed look on Beyoncé's face, she continued, "Ever since, I haven't been able to think of anything else except how we should do the same."

"So where are we going to get so many chicks from? How do we know they'll show up, let alone be into this sort of thing?" asked Beyoncé?

"Are you underestimating me?" Janet teased, "I can count on at least three chicks who will be into it, and two other people who might be. If indeed they are, we already outnumber the others, and it's a piece of cake from thereon."

"And who are these people?" asked Beyoncé, the look on her face showing that she was dying to know

"Toni Braxton and I have slept together a few times over the past decade. Not as much since she got married, but she shouldn't be so hard to convince. Once a lesbian, always a lesbian.", joked Janet

"Go on", said Beyoncé, trying to hide her anger and jealousy that Janet had been able to bed someone as irresistibly gorgeous as Toni Braxton, and did not include her in the festivities.

"You know Tweet, right?" Janet asked, to which Beyoncé happily nodded, "Well, she and Missy Elliott have been lovers for a while now. I managed to get into her pants a few times when I was recording 'Son of a Gun' with Missy"

"Is Missy coming too?" asked Beyoncé

"No", Janet replied, "I'd have called her, she's actually been looking really good since she lost all that weight, plus she is extra freaky, you hear all the stuff she raps about, she's even a hundred times freakier in bed. But since technically, she's a rapper, she doesn't qualify"

"So I guess that rules out Kim, Eve and Foxy", commented Beyoncé, "It would have been nice to see them iron out their differences with some hot lesbian action. So who's the third surefire bet?"

"Chilli from TLC", answered Janet, "I went over to console her after Lisa died. She was crying in my arms and we ended up sleeping together in more ways than one", said Janet with a wink, "She actually told me later that she and Left Eye had been lovers for almost 10 years."

"What about T-Boz?" Beyoncé asked

"She did not have a clue", said Janet, "And Chilli wants me to keep it that way."

"Alright, so who are the other two people we are unsure about?" Beyoncé asked

"Brandy and Monica", came Janet's response, "They were fucking each other for a while, around the time they released their song together in 1998. They fell out with each other shortly thereafter. They aren't on speaking terms anymore, I don't even think they can bear to be in the same room with each other."

"So how are we going to invite both of them?" asked Beyoncé

"Easy, we'll just make them settle whatever differences they had. They are grown women now, they just need some sense talked into them. I know Monica will have no problem fucking girls, it's Brandy I'm worried about, with her being married and stuff"

"Once a lesbian, always a lesbian", said Beyoncé, echoing Janet's mantra

"You are a fast learner", smiled Janet, "That's why I like you so much"

"So who else is on the guest list?" Beyoncé asked, "I could invite Alicia"

Alicia Keys was one of the several women in the music industry with whom Beyoncé had had sex. The two multiple Grammy winners had discovered each other's penchants by accident almost a year back, and since then, had been frequent bed partners. Unlike Beyoncé, however, the piano-playing Alicia was indisposed towards the male variety 100% and focused all her energy on females. She currently had a live-in lover arrangement with rapper Eve, but their relationship was by no means monogamous, even if they did share most of the women they got.

"Doesn't she live in New York?" asked Janet, 'I doubt she'd come all the way to California just for a party."

'If I tell her what the party is about, she'll fly down here faster than you can say 'Songs in A Minor'," laughed Beyoncé as she made a reference to Alicia's diamond selling debut album.

"OK, she's added to the guest list then," said Janet, "As long as you're sure she won't be opposed."

"Opposed?" laughed Beyoncé as though Janet has just uttered the most preposterous statement; "I've never seen a bigger carpet-muncher than that girl"

"It's settled then," said Janet, "Alicia is invited."

"Hurrah," Beyoncé celebrated, "So is it just the eight of us then?"

"What about Kelly and Michelle?" asked Janet, "They are R&B too"

"Don't take this the wrong way", said Beyoncé, "They are both really hot, and I love fucking them, but if you don't mind, I'd rather they are not there."

"Why?" asked a surprised Janet.

"I've been with them so many times that it has lost its novelty", said Beyoncé, "And I just want this night to be about new stuff and sleeping with new people."

"But me and you are have been sleeping together for almost 5 years", observed Janet, "Does that mean you are tired of me as well?"

"You know I'll never get tired of you," smiled Beyoncé, "You are my first love."

"So we need some new blood", said Janet, "Any ideas?"

"You just have to invite Ashanti", said Beyoncé, "I've been dying to fuck that girl ever since I met her. I'm sure she won't be able to resist us. Plus I need to punish her for her album knocking mine from number one on the charts."

"Yeah, I was actually just thinking of her", said Janet, "Do you know many people in the media are already calling her the next Janet Jackson? I'll show her how to be the next Janet Jackson in so many ways."

'I thought I was the next Janet Jackson", grumbled Beyoncé.

"Honey, you are going to be ten times bigger than I ever was," Janet assured her, "You are much too talented."

"Thanks," blushed Beyoncé, "So who else are we inviting?"

"Amerie," declared Janet, "She is so fucking gorgeous. I flirted with her a little bit when we met at the Soul Train awards, and I got the vibe from her."

"Yeah, she is so beautiful" Beyoncé replied, "I haven't met her before, but I've seen her videos. You know I have a weakness for Asian women, especially when they are mixed with black like Amerie is."

"I'm also sending out an invitation to Claudette Ortiz from City High," said Janet.

"Nice", squealed Beyoncé, "I haven't seen her in a while. She's so pretty. This looks like it will be one hell of a party. So that makes 11 of us."

"I'm also going to be calling Tatyana Ali," smiled Janet.

"You're a fucking genius", exclaimed Beyoncé, "I haven't seen her in such a long time. What has she been up to?"

"Well, I think she decided to permanently stick to acting now, but even though she released one album, she's still a singer," commented Janet, "I met her a while ago at one of Will Smith and Jada's functions, and we've been close since then. I'm dying to get underneath her panties."

'Me too," giggled Beyoncé, "So that makes 12 of us?"

"No, there's a 13th person actually," smiled Janet slyly.

"Who?" asked Beyoncé.

"It's a surprise," said Janet, "That's all I'm going to say."

"Come on, tell me" Beyoncé pleaded.

"Just wait and see, alright", said Janet, with a gloating smirk on her face.

"So, when is this orgy of ours going to take place?" Beyoncé asked.

"Well, I leave for Paris on Saturday night, so I guess Friday night is perfect"

"Do you need me to be here early to help with arrangements?" asked Beyoncé.

"Just make sure your ass is here by 9 o'clock", said Janet, "You are a guest, so you'll arrive same time as all the other guests.

"You know I'm more than just a guest," complained Beyoncé, "or at least I hope I am."

"Indeed you are," replied Janet, "But I want you to feel like a guest and have fun on Friday night. Besides, you need all your strength for the mystery guest I am inviting for you."

"Come on, just tell me", Beyoncé cajoled, "I'll still act surprised when she comes."

"Just be patient, alright?" insisted Janet, "Friday is not too far off. Now, lay your funky pussy-eating ass down and let me give you the best orgasm of your life, at least until Friday."

Alicia got into her car and drove off in a stormy rage. For the second time that week, Eve had been a complete asshole, and they had gotten into a big fight. She could not figure out why, but she and Eve seemed to have hit a rough patch lately, as they kept fighting and quarrelling almost every day over seemingly trivial things. Alicia hoped this was not a signal for the end of the relationship.

Eve was usually a very loving and jovial person, and they always got along perfectly, hardly ever having any disagreements, but it all seemed to have changed. Eve did not treat her like a princess anymore, she hardly ever referred to her with terms of endearments, and she seemed to have stopped buying presents for her, whereas, in the recent past, at least, in the year since they'd been full time lovers, hardly a week ever passed by without Eve splurging, showering her with gifts of jewelry, perfume, flowers or candy. Worst of all, Eve's passion seemed to be dwindling in the bedroom. She was no longer buckwild and willing to fuck every few hours, but was totally withdrawn, hardly letting herself go during the few instances they seemed to have sex nowadays.

Alicia knew that she was in love with Eve. She slept with numerous girls on a regular basis, but none of them had the effect that Eve had on her. None of them made her feel safe the way Eve did, or act protective as thought they would never let the slightest harm befall her. None of them had Eve's sense of humor. No one could make her laugh the way Eve did, or at least the way she did up until a month ago.

She drove around in her car, circling the New York interstate highways for hours until she heard her phone ring. She was in no mood for a conversation, but hoping it was Eve who had called to apologize, she glanced at her phone. To her disappointment, it was Beyoncé's name that appeared on the caller ID. She assumed she was in the area and wanted to get together, and despite the fact that Beyoncé was extremely cool and fun to sleep with, she did not feel like getting together with anyone at the moment. She ignored the ringing, and continued to drive on.

Five minutes later, the phone was still ringing, and out of frustration, Alicia decided to answer it. Beyoncé must have something important to say if she was so insistent on talking to her.

'Hello", she said hoarsely.

"Hey girl," came Beyoncé's cheerful voice, "Get your ass over to Los Angeles this instant."

'I beg your pardon?"

"Huge party this Friday night," Beyoncé said, "You can't miss it for anything on earth.

"Beyoncé, I'm sorry", said Alicia, "But I'm gonna have to pass. I'm going through some stuff right now."

"Alicia, I don't know what you're going through, but there is no way I am going to let you miss a huge R&B orgy at Janet's. Don't let me have to come all the way to New York to drag you down, 'cos you know I will."

"Did you say an R&B orgy?" said Alicia, her interest piqued.

"Yes, Janet is having a slumber party and inviting a bunch of R&B singers. Hopefully, it will end up being one big, fat orgy", Beyoncé explained.

Alicia was about to decline, when all of a sudden, a part of her asked her if she was insane. This would be the exact thing she needed to get her mind off Eve. She would go down, crash with Beyoncé, and have fun at the party. It would also be a chance for her to meet with Clive Davis, her label boss, and start making plans for the release of her next album. She decided that she would go to LA without even informing Eve. She wasn't even going to pack anything, she would head right for the airport and catch the next plane for California.

"Expect me in a few hours," Alicia said into the phone, "I'll give you a call from the airport."

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint" Beyoncé said, hanging up.

A worn out Ashanti walked into her suite in the prestigious Los Angeles hotel she was staying. It had been an extremely tiring day. She had done several interviews, appeared on two different talk shows, performed for three different audiences, and done a photo shoot within 18 hours, all in the name of promoting her sophomore album. Now, she was extremely worn out and could not wait to crash. She had to be up in about five hours to start the same process over and over again, and she looked at the next week with dread.

Still, she was hard pressed to complain, as she could not believe how lucky she was. Earlier that day, she had got the news that her new album had topped the Billboard 200 in its debut week with about 326,000 sold. While a far cry from the 502,000 her self-titled debut had sold, it was still very impressive, and showed that she had managed to overcome the sophomore slump, which was not uncommon in the music industry.

Also, she was happy that fans had not turned on her the same way they had her label mates like Ja Rule. Murder Inc, her record label, had been involved in a lot of controversy, from raids by the FBI and arrests of certain staff, to dumb conflicts or beefs with rival rappers such as 50 Cent and Busta Rhymes, who had exposed Ja Rule and his cronies as being nothing more than phonies. Most of the fans had taken the sides of Murder Inc's foes, and Ja Rule, a year ago the hottest rapper in the business, was little more than a laughing stock. However, Ashanti had been smart enough to distance herself from the controversy and still hold on to her fanbase.

Nonetheless, she was still very worn out. She wished there were a distraction from this lifestyle she was living. All she ever seemed to do was career-related stuff. She had a bunch of friends, but she never really felt like she belonged anywhere. She had not had a boyfriend in ages, and of course, no one ever seemed to want to approach her now that she was a big name star.

Looking through her mail, which had been delivered to her room, she was surprised to see an envelope addressed by one of her idols, Janet Jackson. She was not going to open any of the letters, but she was too curious to leave this till the next morning. She opened it. In the envelope was a card, which read

"Ashanti,

You have been invited to a girl's night of fun at my place. It takes place on Friday night at 9.00 p.m. prompt. RSVP me at 213-555-0212. I hope you'll be able to make it, as it will be the most fun you've ever had

Janet"

Curious and puzzled, and sleep now the furthest thing from her mind, Ashanti decided to call the number on the card. Dialing on her cell phone, she brought it to her ears and heard it ring two and a half times before the sweetest voice on earth answered it

"Hello, Janet?" Ashanti responded.

"Who's this?" Janet Jackson replied.

"It's Ashanti. You sent me an invitation to your place, or at least I think you did."

"Oh yes, I did, and I hope you'll be able to make it. I won't take no for an answer," Janet said.

"OK, I'll come, I don't know where it is, though," Ashanti replied.

'Directions are at the back of the card," Janet said, "Don't be late, I will be expecting you at 9."

"What should I bring?" the 21 year old asked.

"Just bring your fine ass over, and prepare to stay all night. There'll be more than enough food and alcohol. Like I said, it will be so much fun. Good night, honey," said Janet.

"Good night," Ashanti replied, hanging up.

The young singer went to sleep feeling a little puzzled. She was of course happy and flattered to be invited, but still wondered why she was. She had of course met Janet a number of times, but they had hardly ever talked, mostly because Ashanti was in so much awe of the more experienced singer, and could hardly find words in her presence. Now, Janet was inviting her to a slumber party. She had even forgotten to ask who would be there, but she hoped she would get along.

No matter what happened, Ashanti knew that she was greatly looking forward to Friday night.

Toni Braxton could not believe how lucky she was. For the first time she could remember, both of her kids were fast asleep, and she had some time, if she was lucky, maybe a few hours, for herself and herself alone. Her husband, producer Keri Lewis, was out of town, and so she could spend the time doing something alone.

The 36-year-old Toni had been married for about two years now, and could not be happier with her life. Several years after becoming a huge recording artist in 1993, and many ups and downs - the ups including millions of albums sold and numerous Grammys won, and the downs including having to file for bankruptcy a few years back, she had decided to settle down and have a family, something she had wanted to do. She had given birth to two young kids, the younger one only a few months earlier, and taking care of them was a handful.

Although settling down meant a drastic reduction in the amount of sex she had, she had been willing to sacrifice that in order to build a family. She had regular sex with her husband, and while he was no slouch in the bedroom department, she still found herself getting horny every now and then. One of the biggest sacrifices she had to make as a wife was swearing off sex with women. It had been excruciatingly difficult, as she had been very actively bisexual for as long as she could remember.

Toni had grown up in a very strict household with 4 younger sisters, and their dad, a Reverend, had outlawed music, dating, or anything remotely fun from their household. The sisters had turned to each other for sexual experimentation, and Toni had very much enjoyed those sessions. They had quit having sex with each other when they grew older and left the house.

She had never completely lost her taste for women, and had not hesitated in the slightest when a female executive seduced her shortly after signing to her label. From there on, she had been on the prowl for pussy, and being as sexy as she was, she did not get her shortage of other female stars as well as eager fans.

All the reminiscing on all her sapphic experience had made her extremely horny, and as she lay down on the sofa, she felt her pussy getting extremely wet in desire. Her husband was not going to be back for days, and she was not going to get laid anytime soon. She knew that all she had to do was call a legion of any of her former sexual partners, either male or female, and she would have her desires granted, but she loved her husband too much to cheat on him. She'd have to satisfy her own needs manually...again.

Stripping herself completely naked, she was about to start masturbating for the umpteenth time that week when the phone rang, startling her. She considered ignoring it, but she quickly decided against that line of action and picked it up

"Hey Toni," came Janet's voice from the other end, "It's been way too long."

"Janet?" Toni asked incredulously, as memories of some of her most memorable lovemaking sessions came pouring.

"Yes babe," said Janet, "I've missed you, and I know you missed me too. Don't even try and deny it."

"I missed you too Janet," Toni confessed breathlessly, before quickly coming to her senses, "I can't do this Janet, I can't. I thought we agreed not to call each other anymore after I got married."

"Toni, you know you can't deny me for much longer. You'd have cracked and called me even if I didn't call."

"That's not true", Toni forcefully insisted, trying to ignore the tingling that was coming from her pussy, which was responding to Janet's voice alone.

"You never were a good liar," Janet said, "I know your pussy is totally dripping just from talking to me. I know you are remembering the good old days. You are wishing I were there to soothe your pussy with my tongue. You miss kissing me, sucking on my huge breasts. You want..."

"STOP IT", screamed Toni, "You can't do this to me. You can't."

"I can and I will", replied Janet in a singsong voice.

"What do you want?" Toni asked pleadingly.

"Easy", Janet replied, "I want to see you again. I miss fucking you. I want to have sex with you again."

"I can't do that, I'm married", she answered.

"We both know that doesn't mean shit", Janet said softly, "Oh Toni, I can't wait to put my tongue in between your thighs and suck on your clit until you beg me to stop. I just want to kiss you all over..."

"Alright, I'll see you", moaned Toni resignedly, "When? Where? Damn, I'll do anything for you, Janet, just name it.'

"There's a party at my place on Friday night at 9.00. Don't be late", said Janet as she hung up the phone.

Toni stared at the phone for a few moments, tears of longing, frustration, and apprehension streaming down her face. How on earth could she have imagined she could go so long without this? All of a sudden, it seemed that everything over the past 2 years had been meaningless, and it would all start making sense on Friday night at 9.00.

Tears of a different kind were streaming down the face of another R&B singer elsewhere in Los Angeles. For the millionth time since April 30, 2002, Rozonda "Chilli" Thomas was staring outside the window at the clear summer sky, bawling her eyes out. She did not know if she would ever get over the loss of her darling friend and group mate, Lisa 'Left Eye" Lopes.

They had been through so much together, including T-Boz, the third member of TLC. Chilli and Lisa, of course, had had a stronger and more clandestine bond between them. They had been both best friends and lovers, and had managed to keep it secret for almost ten years until Lisa's untimely demise. The fact that they had successfully manage to hide it from T-Boz or anyone else for so long was almost a miracle, but that was part of Lisa's charm - she always had a way for everything.

They had been tempted to try and include T-Boz, but it just did not seem right. Besides, Lisa and Chilli's relationship was merely more than sexual; it encompassed a lot of other things as well. Lisa's carefree personality just totally complemented Chilli's more laid-back demeanor, and they just seemed to complete each other. Inviting a third girl into their bed, no matter who it was, just seemed wrong. Besides, T-Boz was the last person they knew who would take kindly to such things. If their plan backfired, and T-Boz was not interested, it would definitely spell the end of TLC. In fact, TLC came pretty close to ending several times. Lisa could be extremely stubborn, and some of her antics had caused bad blood, but all in all, the love they shared, as sisters and as friends, had prevailed.

Which was why the death of Lisa had hit Chilli so hard. There was so much stuff she still wanted to tell her, she still wanted to hug her and hold her and kiss her, and she was gone. Never coming back.

Hearing footsteps come from behind her, Chilli quickly wiped her tears with her eye and looked back. It was her boyfriend, 23-year-old R&B singer Usher. Usher was actually the only person she had ever loved, besides Lisa, of course. So many people had turned up their noses to the fact that she was 8 years older than him, but it had made no difference to her. He had turned out to be far more mature and sensitive than most other guys she had met. He was crazy about her, and treated her extremely well.

"Are you crying again, honey?" Usher said as he hugged her from behind and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"I miss her so much, Usher", she whispered, "I just can't believe I won't see her again."

"Baby, you just have to get used to the fact that you won't see her, not yet. I bet wherever she is, she wants you to be happy and quit grieving over her", Usher said into her ear.

"Thanks honey", said Chilli, "you've made me feel so much better."

"I actually have another way to make you feel better," Usher said teasingly, squeezing her ass.

"Not tonight, honey" Chilli said affectionately, "I'm sorry, but I'm not just in the mood."

"It's OK, I understand", he said as he turned back and began to walk away. "Oh, by the way", he said, pausing, "I forgot why I came upstairs. This came for you in the mail today."

Reaching into his pocket, he brought out an envelope and handed it to Chilli, who suddenly froze as she saw the identity of the sender.

"Is everything OK?" Usher asked.

"Oh yes", breathed Chilli, "everything is fine."

As soon as Usher left, she hurriedly opened the envelope, and swallowed hard as she read it. It filled her with mixed emotions, and she did not know how to react. Surely, she knew that she did not want to see Janet anymore, but she could not escape the morbid curiosity that engulfed her. Picking up the phone, she began to dial the number she had tried to call so many times in the past year, but had chickened out before she quit dialing.

"Hi Rozonda", said Janet on the other end, "how nice to hear from you."

"What is this about?" Chilli asked, "I didn't know we were still friends."

"Well, I wasn't sure we were still friends either", Janet said, "considering the way you acted the last time we saw each other."

The incident to which they were referring occurred shortly after Lisa's death, and had effectively destroyed their friendship, which they had had for over 7 years. Upon hearing of the tragedy, Janet had rushed over to Chilli's house in Atlanta to comfort her. Chilli had locked herself up in her house, bawling her eyes out and refusing to see anyone. Janet had managed to persuade her to let her in, and began comforting her as she wailed.

Chilli had looked so heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and Janet hadn't been able to resist giving her a kiss to comfort her. Craving intimacy, Chilli had responded, and the kiss had grown into a full-fledged lovemaking session. Janet had been so tender with her, paying full attention to her and making sure Chilli got the maximum pleasure, as she so desperately needed to feel good.

To Janet's chagrin, however, as soon as Chilli had come, something clicked within her, and she yelled at Janet to get out of her house. A confused Janet had been rather stunned, especially as Chilli yelled out every obscenity known to man at her. Janet had left, totally puzzled. She had tried calling Chilli several times after that, but the singer had refused to talk to her. Eventually, she had to resort to stalking her, and eventually managed to accost her right in the middle of a Saks Fifth Avenue store where she was shopping with boyfriend Usher.

Pulling her aside, she had demanded an explanation, and Chilli broke down, explaining the relationship between herself and Chilli, and how she felt she betrayed it by jumping in bed with another woman so soon after her death. Janet had tried to console her, pulling her into a hug, when Chilli had suddenly pulled away, and screamed at the top of her lungs about how Janet was trying to take advantage of her again. Security had had to come and escort both ladies out, and Janet had never felt more embarrassed in her life. She had paid huge amounts of money to keep the imbroglio out of the news, and it was the last time she had seen or heard from Chilli.

"What's happening at your place on Friday?" Chilli asked, "Who's going to be at this slumber party?"

"Just make sure you show up. It will be nice to see you again," Janet said.

"Alright, I'll be there", Chilli found herself saying.

"I'll be expecting you", said Janet before she hung up.

Chilli questioned the wisdom of her decision to go, and eventually decided that she needed to mend fences with Janet. She had been very unfair to her. After all, Janet did not know about her relationship with Left Eye, and she had only seduced her because she was trying to make her feel better. The lovemaking had been beautiful, but that was exactly what bothered her. The fact that she enjoyed the sex so much felt like an affront to Lisa's memory.

Still, Janet did deserve an apology. And she was going to get one, on Friday night at 9.00 p.m.

"Tell me the story again," Alicia Keys said, as she sat in the passenger seat of Beyoncé's Mercedes CLK on Friday night, on their way to their destination.

"I must have told you the story a million times this past week," Beyoncé answered from behind the staring wheel, her eyes not leaving the vast, open road right in front of her.

Beyoncé and Alicia were on their way to Janet's house on the long awaited day. It had been one hell of a week. Alicia had arrived at Beyoncé's place earlier in the week, and they had pretty much done nothing except make hot, crazy, love. Well, not so much Beyoncé, as she still had a lot of work to do promoting her album. She still spent as much time as she could with Alicia, who was literally insatiable. Beyoncé could not believe that Alicia managed to make such wonderful music when she spent so much time having sex. And she had an extraordinarily numerous amount of sexual partners, apparently all over the country.

All week, several women dropped by Beyoncé's penthouse suite, where they were staying, on Alicia's invitation. None of them seemed to be in the industry, and Beyoncé had been rather worried at Alicia's carelessness, but Alicia had assured her not to worry one bit. These women were all fans, who were so devoted that they would not harm a hair on Alicia's head for all the money in the world.

Beyoncé had had a great time with these women, but she could not help looking forward to this orgy tonight. If it was half as wonderful as Janet promised it would be, it was going to be a night to remember.

"I just think the whole story of how Janet seduced you is one of the sexiest I've ever heard," Alicia said, interrupting her thoughts.

"So, looking forward to tonight?" Beyoncé asked.

"You bet I am. I hope it all goes as well. Even if it doesn't, at least I know I'm going back home with the sexiest woman there."

"That's so sweet", Beyoncé blushed, "but don't count on it."

"You're not abandoning me for some bimbo", laughed Alicia, "besides, if you neglect me, I'll easily come up with a way to get up Ashanti's panties."

"Hey, just so you know", warned Beyoncé, no one except the three of us know that it is going to be an orgy tonight. So we just have to be quiet and go with the flow, until it's time for the prowl."

"It's going to be so hard keeping my hands off you all evening", joked Alicia, "I've never seen you look so sexy."

Beyoncé did look dazzling. She was wearing a pink bra top, as well as a very tiny pair of jeans shorts, ensuring that her entire midriff, as well as her mesmerizing thighs, was exposed. Alicia was dressed a bit more conservatively, though she still looked beautiful. She had a white wife-beater, as well as tight blue jeans.

"We're there," said Beyoncé, as she pulled in front of Janet's Malibu mansion, "Are you ready?"

"I'm always ready" Alicia said, "This is going to be so much fun."

"I'm nervous," admitted Beyoncé.

"Don't you be nervous, you're going to be all right" Alicia assured her, "Come on, give me some sugar."

Pulling her close to her, Alicia planted a deep kiss on Beyoncé's lips. Beyoncé paused for a moment before responding in full force. Wrapping her arms round Alicia, she parted her mouth and brought her tongue forward to meet Alicia's. Alicia's hands were on Beyoncé's back almost immediately, and she was untying the knot that held her bra top onto her body.

"We're going to be late", Beyoncé said, pulling away from the kiss.

"Bullshit, it's just 8.45", Alicia breathed, "We still have fifteen minutes.

"What if somebody sees us?" asked a worried Beyoncé.

"You ask too many questions," Alicia said, as she removed Beyoncé's top, "just loosen up and let go."

Alicia brought her mouth to Beyoncé's bare titties and began to suck. Beyoncé shut her eyes and enjoyed Alicia's adept tongue on her breasts. She moaned in semi-rapture as Alicia mouth circled her dark areola. She brought her hand to Alicia's head and held on to her hair, which had only recently been let loose from their braids.

"Oh yes babe," she moaned, "suck on my breasts, suck on my breasts the way you'll suck all of those bitches in there tonight."

After a few minutes, Alicia broke away, giving Beyoncé another deep kiss on the lips before handing her top back to her.

"Can't you just go down on me really quickly?" Beyoncé asked?

"I could, but I won't," replied Alicia, "You need to save all your orgasms, 'cos you are going to have as many as possible tonight."

"At least I hope so", Beyoncé said expectantly, "At least thank God for multiple orgasms. That's why dating a guy sucks. One round and they're all worn out."

"I wouldn't know", Alicia said petulantly.

"You've never been with a guy before?" asked Beyoncé incredulously.

"Not one single one" Alicia responded, "Never have, never will."

The two girls hopped out of the car and walked towards the entrance. It was about 8.55, and Beyoncé figured it was not too early. Perhaps some of the guests had even arrived. Her heart beating faster than drums at a carnival, she approached the front door, hand in hand with Alicia, who had never looked more comfortable. Beyoncé wished she could adopt Alicia's attitude of not giving a fuck. She knew Alicia must be hurting inside, as she had talked to Eve on the phone the previous day, and they had gotten into a fight, which must have been pretty intense, as Alicia was screaming at the top of her lungs. However, Alicia had not shown any signs of weakness, and she continued being her normal, horny, fun-loving self.

The front door was slightly ajar, and Beyoncé figured they should walk inside. Alicia was a bit hesitant, as she had never met Janet before. She'd seen her on several occasions, but never got close enough to talk to her. Beyoncé had assured her though, that they would get along famously.

Loud music was blaring all over the house, which was incredibly huge in size. Nobody seemed to be in sight, however. Beyoncé was a frequent visitor to the house, and knew how to navigate her way around, so still holding on to Alicia, they began to search. They searched the whole of downstairs, but to no avail - there was nobody in sight, despite the fact that the living room was decorated, and was likely to be the focal point for the night's activities. They were about to head upstairs, when Beyoncé noticed that they had not checked the kitchen yet. The fact that the kitchen door was shut made it all the more likely that Janet was there.

They opened the door, and the sight that met them, while definitely not a total shock, was still rather surprising. There was Janet, as well as sexy R&B chanteuse Tweet, making out right there against the wall. Tweet, dressed in a tight green dress, had her back against the wall, while Janet had her up against the wall, passionately kissing her, while her hands roamed Tweet's body furiously. Janet was looking ravishing, at least from behind, in a transparent white top and black shorts. They did not notice Beyoncé and Alicia's presence immediately, and continued kissing, until Beyoncé had to alert them by clearing her throat.

Upon hearing the noise, they jumped back immediately, and while Janet looked very relieved to see who the intruders were, Tweet still looked really uncomfortable, and very panicky.

"It's OK, Charlene", Janet assured her, "Beyoncé's cool. Believe me, I know. And I guess Alicia is too."

"Y'all need to be careful", Beyoncé said, "it could have been anybody. What if it was one of those innocent girls that are coming tonight? You would have ruined the whole evening."

"I didn't think you would come so early," confessed Janet.

"It's nine o' clock already", Beyoncé said, "You need a better excuse than that."

"We just got carried away", said Tweet, "by the way, I don't think we've met. My name's Charlene Keys, I believe you know me as Tweet. You can call me Charlene or Tweet, whichever one you prefer."

"I'm Beyoncé", she said, bringing her hand forward and shaking her new friend, "it's nice to meet you. I loved your album."

"I'm a big fan of yours as well", Tweet said, holding on to her hand.

"Why are you greeting each other so formally," Janet laughed, "you both know what we're here for."

"We've got all night," Beyoncé said, winking at the dark skinned beauty as she let go of her hand, "I don't believe you've met Alicia Keys."

"We were introduced once," Alicia said, as she and Tweet hugged, holding on to each other for a rather longer period of time than necessary.

"Alright, let's head towards the living room," Janet said, "I guess guests will start arriving pretty soon."

All four ladies began to depart the kitchen for Janet's living room. Alicia was looking around and admiring the expensive paintings on Janet's wall when she felt a pinch on her butt, and looking up, she saw that it was Janet. The two women smiled at each other, and Alicia felt she had never wanted anyone more.

"So what do you have in store for us, Janet?" Beyoncé asked.

"Well, we can watch a movie or two at first, then just sit back and have fun. There's loads of food if people are hungry, alcohol of course, and then we get to the fun part", Janet said breathlessly.

Alicia took a seat on the sofa right next to Tweet, while Beyoncé and Janet chatted in the corner. The two women eyed each other, and it was obvious at that point that they shared more in common than their last name. Alicia felt like making a move, but did not want to jump the gun too fast. They began to make idle chitchat.

"So when did you first...you know?" asked Tweet.

"What do you mean?" Alicia replied.

'You know...sleep with a woman", came Tweet's response.

"I've always slept with women", Alicia said, "I've never actually been with a man."

'Really?" asked Tweet, "well, I dated a few guys back in high school, but for the past ten years, I've been all about women."

"So are you seeing anyone in particular now?" asked Alicia, as, with a gleam in her eye, she rested her palm on Tweet's bare thigh.

"Well, not exclusively," the 31-year-old replied, "I'm kinda with Missy, but we both see other people on the side."

"We're both seeing rappers," Alicia laughed, "I'm with Eve."

"Interesting," said Tweet, "the four of us should get together sometime."

"Indeed we should", Alicia said, her hands moving further up Tweet's thighs and underneath her dress, "of course I hope we both have a chance to get together tonight."

"I hope so too," Tweet said, parting her legs as Alicia's hands reached her crotch area.

"You really have 'no panties' on", laughed Alicia, "You weren't lying in that song, were you?"

"Oh no I wasn't," gasped Tweet as Alicia's finger made it's way into her pussy.

"Speaking of a song of yours," a smiling Alicia said, "answer me this. Was 'Oops...Oh My' really about masturbation?" Tweet nodded, too much into the finger action to give a vocal answer.

"I thought so", Alicia said, "I don't believe you actually thought anyone would fall for that whole story that it was about self esteem and stuff."

"Hey lovergirls", Janet said, interrupting them, "Before anyone comes, I need you to know that the four of us are the ones who are going to have to make things happen."

"What do you mean?" Alicia asked.

"Four of the girls coming are total greenhorns," Janet explained, "As far as I know, they have never been with girls before, and might be opposed to it. We need to break them in, and as expertly as possible."

"What about the rest?" asked Tweet, "Are they gonna be down?"

"Likely", said Janet, "But it will be hard. They all have some lesbian experience, but they aren't currently practicing, for some reason or the other. It's also up to us to seduce them, so that's double the work."

"So that's two girls each for us to work with," Beyoncé noted

"Yeah," said Janet, "But I have confidence in all of you. Oh, I think I hear someone coming. It's begun. Good luck, girls."

Claudette Ortiz was a little apprehensive as she walked through Janet's open door. She had been rather surprised to be invited over to Janet Jackson's house for a sleepover. Janet had been her favorite singer while growing up, and the 21 year old was so flattered that her idol was even aware of her existence, let alone cared so much as to invite her to her house for a sleepover.

The past few months had been rather rough on the Puerto-Rican beauty, who was the lead singer of the hip-hop/R&B group City High. She'd broken up with her boyfriend, Ryan Toby, who also happened to be a member of the group. It had been hard on all of the group, but she kept reminding herself that the band No Doubt, had not only thrived under similar circumstances, but had derived their biggest hit from it. She was yet to write her own "Don't Speak", but hopefully, she would come up with a flash of inspiration sometime soon.

All in all, she was happy to be in Janet's residence. She did not know who else would be here, but she imagined it would be other singers. With the exception of about one or two people, she was not really friendly with anyone in the industry, and hoped she would be able to fit in with the guests at this party.

"Hello Claudette," Janet said cheerfully as she approached the young beauty, "I'm so glad you could make it."

"Thanks for inviting me," she said, smiling, surveying the other guests

"I believe you've met Beyoncé, Alicia, and Tweet," Janet said, as the three girls came forward to introduce themselves.

Beyoncé had met Claudette a few times, but had never noticed how attractive she was. She stared in desire at Claudette's jet-black long hair, which cascaded so gracefully down her back, contrasting so beautifully with her caramel skin. Beyoncé almost salivated as she stared at those supple lips, and could not help but wonder what it would feel like to take those lips in hers and kiss them. She did not realize how obvious her staring until Alicia nudged her in the elbow. Claudette, apparently was a little freaked out, and Beyoncé could have kicked herself for her carelessness. Nonetheless, she vowed that she was the one that was going to break Claudette's lesbian cherry.

"Why don't you come into the living room?" said Janet, "Oh, there's Monica."

"Hey Monica," Beyoncé waved, as the 23-year-old singer walked in. She was dressed in a dark blue chiffon shirt with matching blue jeans, and actually looked quite tomboyish, but still extremely hot.

"Wow, it looks like it's a full house", Monica observed as she waved cheerily at the other five ladies in the house.

Janet went ahead to formally make introductions among everybody. Beyoncé's heart, at this point, was beating extremely loud, and she was sure that Monica could feel it beat as she gave her a hug. As their breasts pressed into each other, Beyoncé wondered how far Monica would be willing to go, and whether she'd be down for any action. Monica's temper was legendary in the industry, and she had gotten into fights with more people then Beyoncé could count.

Nonetheless, Beyoncé could not believe all of this was falling into place. Half of the invited guests were present, and everybody was looking so beautiful. She wondered who would be next. Perhaps the mystery guest that Janet was bringing for her. She wondered who that could be. Her thoughts were interrupted when TLC singer Chilli walked in. She was wearing a black T-shirt with an embroidered heart, as well as matching dark blue jeans and jacket. Beyoncé wondered why she looked so melancholy. Well, she had not exactly looked cheerful anytime she had seen her since Lisa's death. Not that she blamed her or anything. She could not imagine herself ever smiling again if anything ever happened to Kelly or Michelle.

"Sorry I'm late," Chilli said to the crowd, trying to avoid meeting Janet's eyes, "I ran into some unexpected traffic on the way here."

"Better late than never," Janet said, 'Thanks for coming, girl."

"Thanks for inviting me," Chilli said, addressing Janet for the first time.

Beyoncé wondered why Chilli and Janet were acting so uncomfortable around each other. This was the first time she had actually seen Janet act so shy in public. One of the things that Beyoncé loved most about Janet was that fact that she was so merry and cheerful in private, as opposed to her demure public demeanor. Behind closed doors, this was the first time Beyoncé had seen any signs of being uncomfortable around Janet, and she guessed that there was more to the history of the two of them than Janet had said.

"I won't be staying long," Chilli said, "I just wanted to drop by for a little while since I promised I'd be here."

"Don't be silly," Alicia Keys cut in, "We are all staying here all night and having fun. Nobody is allowed to leave till dawn, that's the rules."

"And who made you the official rule maker," said Ashanti as she walked in, flashing her trademark smile.

"Ashanti," screamed Beyoncé, Janet, and Monica at the same time, as they rushed to hug the beautiful young singer.

"I'm so glad you invited me, Janet," Ashanti gushed excitedly, "This is going to be so much fun. Have I met everybody yet?"

The other girls, excepting Alicia, stepped up to the plate to introduce themselves to the newest arrival. Alicia, a little bit apprehensive, could not believe she was feeling this nervous. She had been irresistibly attracted to Ashanti ever since she burst into the scene shortly after her own meteoric rise. Ashanti had been one of her biggest fantasies for so long, and although she had had numerous opportunities where she could have seduced her, like at awards shows and parties, she had always chickened out, despite Eve's constant encouragement. Today, however, had to be different.

"Why so quiet, Alicia?" Beyoncé asked her quietly.

"Damn, I want her so bad, Beyoncé," Alicia confided quietly.

"You'll have your chance," Beyoncé said, "I'll tone down my charm so you can get first dibs on her."

"Haha, Very funny," laughed Alicia, "But I have such a big crush on her, she's such a hot piece of ass."

"Speaking of hot piece of ass, look what just walked in," Beyoncé whispered.

Dazzling beauty Amerie had just walked in, and Alicia and Beyoncé gasped in unison. This was the first time either one of them was seeing her in close proximity, and they had no idea she was nearly as gorgeous as she was now. The beautiful half-Korean, half-African-American singer was dressed in a long-sleeved white-shirt and short floral skirt, and the simplicity of her outfit merely accentuated her beauty and Oriental features. Beyoncé and Alicia had to struggle to shut their open mouths and compose themselves well enough to make introductions to the 22-year-old singer.

The next entrant to the mansion, almost hot on Amerie's heels, was Toni Braxton. If Beyoncé was dazzled by Amerie, she was simply mesmerized by the older beauty. Toni Braxton had been the major object of her ultimate fantasies for years, even before she had acknowledged the fact that she enjoyed women. Everything from her elegant beauty to her unique, husky voice, to her stylishly skimpy costumes, turned Beyoncé on to the extreme, and she hoped that no matter how the evening turned out, she would get a chance with Toni.

Like Chilli before her, Toni looked a bit uncomfortable, not so melancholy, but more nervous. Considering the fact that she was one of the oldest women there, and virtually all the other girls were in awe of her talent and career, she looked rather fidgety, and it was obvious to Beyoncé from Toni's interaction with Janet that it was Janet who was having that effect on her.

"Well, well, well," said Janet brightly, "Almost everyone is here, only a few more people and the party is complete. This is going to be so much fun. Hold on a second."

Janet paused to answer her cell phone, which was ringing. She listened to the person at the other end, and it was obvious from the look on her face that the news that she was receiving was not 100% pleasant.

"All right, I understand," Janet said into the phone, "I hope you can still make it."

"I'm sorry, Beyoncé", Janet said to into her ear as soon as she hung up, "That was your surprise. She's going to be very late. Something important came up."

"It's all right", Beyoncé answered, "Besides, we have more than enough here to work with."

"Indeed we do", said Janet, "and here comes another."

Beyoncé had to refrain from drooling as she watched unbelievably cute singer/actress Tatyana Ali strut inside the room. Tatyana's biggest claim to fame, of course, was playing Ashley Banks, Will Smith's precocious cousin on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. She had crossed over into music after the show had ended, releasing a moderately successful R&B in 1999. She still periodically made appearances in movies and sitcoms, but had generally not been a very big fixture on the Hollywood scene for years.

"You like?" whispered Tweet into Beyoncé's ears.

"Yeah, she's gorgeous," Beyoncé said mindlessly.

"She's all mine," Tweet said, "So don't you dare try anything before me, but as soon as I'm done, we can enjoy her together."

"I guess everybody's here now", Amerie said cheerfully, "right, Janet?"

"Actually, one more person," Janet said, looking at Monica in an uneasy way.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that," Monica asked, her eyes widening, only to flash in horror when she saw the next person who walked through the door.

"Hell no, I know you did not invite that bitch and I to the same party," Monica snapped as Brandy Norwood walked into the room.

"Hey everybody," Brandy said cheerfully, and turning to Monica, and with very reduced enthusiasm, said "Oh, hi Monica, you're here too."

"You're damn right I'm here," yelled Monica, "And I'm staying, so you'd better leave, cos I got here before you, and I am not going to be in the same room with you."

"I'm not going anywhere," Brandy said coolly, "Janet invited me, you can leave if you want to."

"No one is going anywhere," Janet said firmly, "The two of you are going to behave yourselves and act like adults and act civilized around each other". With that, the two girls kept shut.

"Now girls", Janet said, "Thank you all for coming to this sleepover, I'm sure we all know each other, so no further introductions are necessary. It's going to be a fun night, I promise."

A while later, all egos in check, and all lesbian desires hidden, at least for the moment, all the girls were sprawled on the floor of Janet's living room, watching a movie on her big screen TV. It was a sexy sight, twelve of the most desirable women in music, laying on a heap, all dressed in the house robes that Janet had provided.

To the surprise of most of the guests, Janet had ruled shortly after the evening began that everybody had to change to white silk robes, after which she had brought out twelve matching ones. A few people definitely had some questions, but no one really objected. Beyoncé and Alicia had hoped that everyone would change attires right there in the living room, so that they would be able to see some of the goodies, but sadly, everybody had gone to change in private.

Nonetheless, an hour later, they were all comfy on the floor, eating loads of popcorn, pizza, and other snacks, and drinking champagne, which Janet had forced all of them to take. Claudette had never taken as much as a sip of alcohol in her life, but somehow, Janet managed to convince her to lose her inhibitions and try some, and in no time, she was not exactly drunk, but at least tipsy enough to make jokes and laugh really loud alongside everyone else.

The movie "Love Jones" was on, and all the girls ooooh'd and aaaah'd in delight as Larenz Tate's character serenaded Nia Long's with sweet poetry. Toni Braxton seemed to be the only one who was not having fun. She looked all tense, and almost had a scowl on her face. She was moving about shiftily, and hardly said a word to anybody.

"Are you all right, Toni?" asked Tatyana, who was seated next to her.

"I'm fine, thanks," Toni said coldly, almost taking her aback.

"Don't take it personal," Janet whispered to Tatyana, "She's going through some stuff, let me see if I can calm her down."

"Hey Toni," Janet said, as she crept to Toni's back and began to massage her back, "Damn, you are so tense, you really need me to massage you."

"I'm alright, thanks," Toni said, trying to ignore her presence and the fact that she had already begun enjoying her touch.

"So is there any of these girls right here you would love to do?" Janet hissed into her ear.

"Stop that, Janet", Toni said, "I'm married, you know I'm not into that kind of stuff anymore."

"Oh, don't say that, Toni", breathed Janet seductively, "Look at Beyoncé there. I've been fucking her for years, and she is a vixen in bed. She totally loves pussy, and you can't even imagine what she would do to you."

"I can't listen to this", Toni replied softly, not even sounding convincing to her own self.

"Oh come on", Janet continued, "Ok, if you don't want Beyoncé, maybe you'd prefer someone darker like Tweet. Or maybe Amerie, look at her, so young, she probably has not had a female tongue in between her legs yet. Imagine it were you, imagine you could put your face in between those soft, beautiful thighs and make her scream your name."

"Ooh yeah", moaned Toni, unable to stop herself.

"I have an idea, why don't you come with me," Janet said, pulling her up, "I need to give you a brief preview of what you've been missing for so long."

"Is Toni leaving?" asked a curious Ashanti, as she saw the two older women approach the living room exit, "I thought no one was allowed to leave."

"No, don't worry", Janet said, "I just need to show Toni something, we'll be back in no time, keep watching the movie."

Toni followed like a helpless sheep to its slaughter as Janet opened the kitchen door and led her inside. She was totally shivering in anticipation, totally helpless to what was about to happen. A very feeble part of her was trying to put up resistance, but every sensory nerve in her was so turned on and ready to obey every demand of Janet's. It was like she was under hypnosis.

As soon as the doors closed, Janet pounced on her, pressing her lips to hers, and immediately bringing her hands underneath her robe.

"Oh damn, Toni," Janet moaned, "I've missed you so much, it was so hard to keep my hands off you all evening."

"Me too," Toni cried as she leant back against the counter, Janet's weight crushing into her. She breathed out loud as her robes were yanked off her, exposing her entire nakedness. Janet's mouth immediately closed onto her breasts as she began to suck on the mounds, ravishing the feel of them in her mouth. Toni was in ecstasy, the kind she hadn't been in ages, and she ran her hands down to her crotch to accompany her sodden pussy. She inserted a finger into her own cunt, but in a few seconds, it was slapped away and replaced by one of Janet's own fingers. She yelled as Janet's skilled fingers circled her pussy, going in and out of her hole, and applying pressure against her engorged clitoris.

"Oh yes Janet," she moaned, "suck my breasts, and keep fingering me, Oh yes, I need this, you are so good, Janet."

Her own arms were wrapped around Janet's neck, and she looked as though the ecstasy was almost unbearable. She had not thought this kind of pleasure possible. It seemed even better than she remembered. All week, she had been touching herself in anticipation of this rendezvous. Although she kept telling herself that she was going to shun any advances Janet made, she knew within herself that she was powerless against Janet's charm. Despite the numerous orgasms she had received at her own hand over the past few days, something was missing, and she did not in any way feel satisfied. Janet was giving her that extra something that she had been craving for so long, and she was totally loving it.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," Janet said suggestively, "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to fuck the hell out of me," Toni pleaded, "Just stick your fingers and me and give me all the pleasure you want. Make me come all over your hands."

"Your wish is my command", smiled Janet, as she promptly started working hard on Toni's pussy. Kneeling down, she began to kiss the mound of hair that was just above her crotch, she inserted two fingers into Toni's pussy and furiously began to insert in and out, Toni's body swaying in a rhythmic motion as she enjoyed the penetration.

"Oh yes, Janet, your fingers are so nice inside of me, oh yes," she was screaming. She did not care if any of the other girls heard and came running to see what the matter was. She was in lesbian heaven right now, and did not care about earthly matters, such as the public relations nightmare that would occur if such an event happened.

"Oh yes Janet, I need you to rub my clit now," she moaned, "Rub my fucking clit."

Still smiling, Janet obeyed the request. She loved the way she could turn Toni from a responsible mother of two to a sex monster just with a snap of her finger. She had not even batted an eyelid when Toni had informed her a couple of years earlier that she was giving up on all her numerous sexual partners of both sexes, since she wanted to concentrate on her marriage. Toni was too sexual a person in nature to have only one sexual partner, and Janet knew this well. She had allowed Toni some time to establish hr marriage, but now, she wanted her back, and she had her at the tip of her finger, absolutely at her mercy. She possessed the power to give Toni the best orgasm she had had in two years, or hold it back and frustrate her, even coerce her into carrying out her bidding.

"Oh yes, I'm about to come right now," Toni said, "Make me come, make me come right now."

"No," Janet suddenly said, pulling away

"What?" Toni shrieked, looking as though she would die, "I need this, I totally fucking need this."

"But you're a married woman," Janet said, struggling to contain her laughter and talk with the straightest face possible, "You asked me to respect that and I want to. I don't want to force you into anything that you don't want to."

"But I want you to", cried Toni, tears of want running down her cheeks, "I totally want you to."

"What about your husband?" Janet asked solemnly, "But you love him, you don't want to cheat on him."

"Janet, please," Toni begged, "I'll fucking do anything you wane me to, just don't leave me hanging like this. Please make me come."

"Are you sure about what you said?" Janet asked, brightening up, "Do you really want that orgasm?"

"Yes," Toni honestly replied, "I'll die if I don't come tonight, I'll do any freaking thing it takes."

"Alright then," Janet said, "Out there in the living room is an extremely gorgeous girl named Amerie. I am sure she has never been with a girl before, and doesn't know how good it is. She's your assignment for the evening. You have to get her alone and seduce her, and totally make her fall in love with pussy. After that, you can come back and join the orgy."

"Orgy?" asked Toni, looking like she had just won the lottery.

"Indeed," Janet smiled, "What do you think all this was for? Why don't we head back to join the rest of the girls? The sooner you can get started, the sooner she can become a girl lover like us, and we can start the freaking orgy."

"Sometimes I have to fight 'cos my mouth too slick..."

Those words from Monica's current no. 1 hit, "So Gone", proved to be truer than anyone at the party could have believed. Back in the living room, for the umpteenth time, Monica and Brandy were snapping at each other and exchanging snide comments. All night, Monica had been acting extremely hostile, making sarcastic comebacks to every comment uttered by Brandy, and going out of her way to make her miserable.

Brandy was trying her best to ignore the bellicosity being spewed by her former friend. She had been trying to adhere to the "turn the other cheek" school of thought, but it was proving to be much harder than she could have ever imagined. This was the first time she was in the same room with Monica for about five years, ever since a few months after their mega-successful duet, "The Boy is mine". Who could have known that the theme of the song would actually come to life?

Returning her attention to the movie, Brandy continued to watch. She was hurting deep inside, as she did not expect Monica to still hate her so much after all this while. She had already forgiven Monica for everything - she had moved on way past that stage of her life, and it was unfortunate to see that Monica, apparently, had not.

"This Larenz Tate is so fine," Amerie commented, while they were watching a steamy love scene in the movie.

"Yeah," Brandy said, "Too bad he's married."

"As far as I know, Brandy", Monica said sharply, "that never stops you from moving in, you man-stealer."

"I've had it with you, Monica", Brandy suddenly said, surprising the rest of the guests, "Whatever happened between us was five years ago, why can't you just grow up and move past that?"

"Are you trying to call me immature?" Monica asked firmly, "Because I'll show you I am not immature, I'm not the crybaby who used to cry over everything, or the spoilt brat that wanted everything done her way."

"Just shut up," Brandy yelled, "Stop being such a bitch."

"Don't you call me a bitch," Monica said, moving up to Brandy and shoving her, "Don't you call me a fucking bitch."

"I'll call you whatever I want to call you," Brandy replied, pushing Monica back.

"I whooped your ass back in '98, and I'll do it again," screamed Monica, trying to wrestle free from the grip of Alicia, who was holding her so that she would not attack Brandy again.

"You did not whoop my ass," Brandy corrected, "you were just biting and pulling my hair. That is not fighting."

"OK, you want me to prove I can whoop your ass, because I'll do it now," Monica yelled, still managing to break free.

"Why don't you spend the energy on trying to make good music and actually gain some talent instead of acting like a hood rat?" cried Brandy, who suddenly lunged for Monica, and had to be held by the combined power of Chilli and Tweet.

"Fuck you," Monica screamed, "How dare you talk about talent? My album was number one. You had to put your pregnancy on MTV just to sell a few records."

"Don't you dare say that again?" bellowed Brandy in anger, "At least I did not have to lick pussy just to beg Missy to be write my song just to have a hit. Don't think I don't know about that, slut."

"OK girls, I've fucking had it with you," declared Janet as she walked back into the room with Toni, "what is wrong with you?"

"I don't want to hear it," she shouted, as both Monica and Brandy started shouting explanations about what the other one had done, "Shame on you. Shame on the both of you. I invited both of you thinking you'd matured enough to iron out your differences, but you're still acting like ghetto teenagers."

"Sorry," they both said in unison to Janet.

"You need to realize you're grown up. Brandy, you are a mother now, and Monica, you're not a kid anymore either. We all have to stick together and be friends. How are we artists going to fight the labels and make them respect us if we are bickering amongst each other?"

"We're sorry," they said again.

"I'm going to lock the two of you up in a room", Janet said, "and I do not want either of you to come out until you are friends again, and have buried whatever beef you have between each other."

Brandy and Monica stared at each other, the rage apparent in each young woman's eyes. They were in Janet's guest bedroom, to which they had been confined until they set aside their differences. It was a rather spacious and beautiful room, with some Eastern paintings on the wall, and a king-size bed, which was adorned with luxurious red sheets. Brandy sat at the foot of the bed while Monica paced around the room, muttering to herself.

"It's been ten minutes", Brandy said after a while, "Should we just go and tell Janet that this is not going to work?" Monica ignored her.

"I don't believe you", Brandy continued, "You always were stubborn, but not even I would have imagined you'd carry such a silly grudge up till today."

"It was your fault", Monica said, addressing Brandy for the first time since they were in the room.

"I don't care whose fault it is", Brandy said, "It was five years ago, we've come a long way since then. So much stuff has happened to me, and from what I hear, a lot of stuff has happened to you too. I assumed we would be past that."

"It was a pretty silly fight, huh?" reasoned Monica.

Since both girls burst into the music scene with successful debuts in the same year, there had always been a rivalry being set up by the media, either real or imagined. Brandy was only a year older than Monica, and since they bother were immensely talented and successful in the same genre of music, several reports had arisen in papers and magazines about hatred and jealousy among the two girls, despite the fact that they had never really talked to each other before.

In 1998, at the height of both girls' fame, their labels had decided to capitalize on this rumored feud by having both girls do a duet, where they actually pretended to be fighting. A homage to Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney's legendary "The Girl is Mine", their duet was titled "The Boy is Mine", where both R&B ingenues crooned about how they were fighting for the affections of a boy. The song had been an instant hit, remaining on top of the Billboard Hot 100 for over ten weeks, and ensuring multi-platinum success for both their sophomore albums.

The two girls had struck up a friendship while recording the album, and had been surprised as to how much they had hit it off. Brandy was 19 years old at the time, with Monica just a year younger, and they found that they had a lot in common, having been performing all their lives and spent the better part of their adolescence in the spotlight. In no time, they had become inseparable, as they spent the bulk of the summer traveling together to promote their record. Their personalities meshed well - Brandy was a gentle, silent soul, who was terrified of confrontation, while Monica was extremely lively, outgoing and sharp, and very confrontational. Different as they were, they managed to get along extremely well.

One night, at a sleepover at Monica's, the two girls had taken their relationship to the next level. It had started with a small kiss, which happened almost by accident, and they had been surprised to see how enjoyable it was. They had kissed again, and savoring the sensation, spent the entire night in the arms of each other, kissing, touching and feeling. Over the next few weeks, they had gone one step further at a time, so that they regularly made hot and passionate love whenever they could find the time and privacy.

The funny thing though, was that they never discussed their newfound relationship with each other. They carried on as friends, and when they were in the company of others, you would not suspect a thing, but as soon as they were alone, it was immediately back to making love to each other. Not once did they discuss their activities with each other. They actually still talked about guys they were attracted to, and did not necessarily acknowledge the fact that their sleeping with each other meant anything.

It was the week of the MTV Video Music Awards in 1998, where both girls were to perform their hit duet. It was an eventual week at the Radio City Music Hall in New York, where they rehearsed over and over again. It was shaping up to be a success and one of the high points of the evening. The afternoon of the awards show, Danny, a male friend of Monica's of whom she had a crush, came to their set to visit.

Monica had confided in Brandy several times how much she liked Danny, and how she hoped he would ask her out. However, Brandy could not help being attracted to Danny as well, especially since he seemed to be paying attention to her, and almost flirting. Brandy got the feeling that it was she, and not Monica, that Danny liked, but did not know how to inform her friend. Her suspicions proved to be right when Danny had stopped by her dressing room and told her how he felt. The two of them had been kissing when Monica walked in and threw a fit.

Ignoring Danny's presence, she screamed at Brandy about how she was a slut and man-stealer, and called her many mean and hurtful things. Brandy had initially felt guilty, but as Monica continued to insult her, she could not help talk back, and in no time, the two girls were in a war of words. Several people who were backstage tried to intervene, but they ignored everyone. To Brandy's shock, Monica had physically attacked her, and she had hit back, and in to time, they were on the floor, hitting and fighting and clawing and scratching. They had been separated, and despite the fact that Monica had a black eye, and Brandy was bleeding at the scalp, they were fixed up well enough so that they could hold their performance that night, without viewers noticing anything wrong.

That had been the last night they had laid eyes on each other. Brandy had tried to get ahold of Monica a few times, but to no avail. She decided to give up long ago, and in no time, shut the entire incident with Monica out of her head. She had not been with any girl since then, but it surely was a memorable summer, which she did not think she would ever forget.

Five years had passed, and a lot had happened since then. Brandy had gone on hiatus, ending her successful TV show and secretly gotten married with a lovely daughter, and while her comeback album was moderately successful, her short marriage seemed to be on the rocks. Things were even worse for the 23-year-old Monica. She had gotten engaged to her boyfriend of a year, and endured the most painful experience ever when before her very eyes, her boyfriend locked himself inside his car and committed suicide. She did not think she would ever endure the trauma of watching her fiancé blow his own brains out in her presence, while she was powerless to stop it, and could only watch in tears. The experience had sobered her, and after a long hiatus from recording, had come back with a new album, which was doing well on the strength of songs she recorded about the incident with her boyfriend.

It suddenly dawned on her as she sat in that room with Brandy that their fight was not only unnecessary, but in the light of everything that had happened since then, outrageously petty. Perhaps it would not hurt to have her old friend back.

"I'm sorry for everything, Brandy", she said honestly, sitting next to her.

"I'm sorry too", apologized Brandy, "it was my fault, I knew you liked Danny, I shouldn't have kissed him."

"We'll just call it a truce then", Monica said, as she took her newly reacquainted friends in her arms in a hug

"Where is Danny these days, by the way?" asked Brandy.

"I thought you knew', laughed Monica, "I haven't seen him since that day - VMAs 1998."

"Neither have I," Brandy said, "so our fight was basically over nothing."

"Pretty much," Monica said, "By the way, I heard about your divorce, I'm really sorry."

"Robert and I are not divorced yet" Brandy said, "we are separated though, but we are raising Sy'Rai together. She is such a lovely little girl, you should see her, you'll definitely love her."

"I can't wait," Monica said, "I actually watched your entire MTV reality series."

"Monica," said Brandy solemnly, "there's really something I need to talk to you about."

"Don't say it," Monica said, placing her finger on Brandy's lips, "I know what you're about to say, and I remember too, I've thought about it a lot over the years."

"What?" asked Brandy.

"You know, the stuff me and you used to do when we were alone, that we used to pretend didn't happen," Monica said gently, smiling.

"Actually," smiled Brandy, "That was not what I had in mind, but thanks for bringing it up."

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," confessed Monica, "You must think I'm some pervert or something."

"No," answered Brandy, "I actually was hoping you'd bring it up. I was scared to do so myself. I've also thought about it a lot."

"It was a lot of fun, huh?", asked Monica.

"Oh yes, it was amazing", Brandy said, "I actually missed it a lot."

"I missed it too," Monica said, looking into Brandy's eyes.

The two young women looked into each other's eyes for almost a minute as they sat there in Janet's bedroom. Neither one was sure who began to lean in first, and either one would probably have sworn on oath that it was the other, but the two women began to lean in for a kiss, and their lips met halfway.

Neither one of them did anything for a while, they just sat there with their lips touching, before Brandy took the initiative, using her lips to part Monica's, and sticking her tongue in. It was just like she remembered it from all whose years ago - so soft and tender and inviting, unlike the coarseness of the few guys she had kissed. She placed her arm on Monica's neck and continued kissing her, rubbing her soft skin. She shook slightly in delight as their tongues met, caressing each other in a circular motion. They broke off the kiss after about a minute.

"Wow, that was as good as I remember," Monica said.

"It's even better," Brandy corrected.

"So do you really want to go ahead with this?", Monica asked, rubbing Brandy's braided hair.

"Yeah," Brandy whispered, standing up to ensure that the door was locked.

"If only Janet knew how much of our differences we were going to bury when she locked us in here," smiled Monica as she stood up and walked into Brandy's arms.

The two women kissed again, this time with fire and passion, reminiscent of several of their lovemaking sessions when they were girls. Brandy held on to Monica for dear life, drinking into her, her hands roaming all over her body. Monica's hands were on Brandy's ass, and she squeezed on to it as her tongue searched Brandy's mouth.

Both girls began to slowly and stylishly pull each other's robes aside until they were both completely in the nude, their nakedness meshing into each other. Brandy had not experienced something so erotic, and she couldn't believe how hot and wet she was getting. There was an insatiable tingling right in her pussy that needed to be quenched, a deep itch right in between. Her breast was being grabbed by Monica's left hand, and she thought she would die from the pleasure. She needed some gratification from her pussy, and decided to press it against Monica's legs. Moving her ass forward, she pressed her crotch against Monica's thighs. It was such a relief, and she almost felt like she was seeing stars. She continued to grind her pussy against Monica's thighs

"Oh yes, that feels good", Brandy said, pushing Monica to the bed, and then getting on top of her, spreading her legs apart.

Holding on to Monica's right leg and raising it up high, she placed one of her own legs underneath it so that their pussies could make contact. It was almost like a pair of scissors the way their legs lay intertwined with each other. Brandy pressed her vagina hard against Monica's and both girls groaned in delight as the pleasurable sensation hit them. The soon began to grind their pussies rhythmically, their respective clits making contact with each other as they pounded each other

"Oh yes, Brandy," Monica yelled, "Fuck me harder, harder, this feels so good"

"Yes Monica", Brandy screamed back, "your pussy feels so soft and hard against mine, oh fuck me, please fuck me."

Brandy was so aroused, her labia swelled to the maximum with desire, while her clitoris sent electric bolts to the rest of her body. While she considered herself a sexual person, she had not really had that many sexual partners in her lifetime. She'd had about three boyfriends before she got married, none of who was particularly a tiger in bed. Sex with her husband, Robert, had been great while they were dating and just after they got secretly hitched, but it soon became monotonous and boring, and had been one of the factors, though not a very huge one, why their marriage had failed to work. In any case, Monica was the only person that Brandy had ever had sex with who had really satisfied her and made her feel fully sexual. During the long period of time she and Monica had been feuding, she had thought about the sex she shared with her friend so many times, but blind pride had prevented her from doing anything about it.

Monica, on the other hand, had enjoyed a few lesbian experiences since 1998, when she stopped talking to Brandy. While she was still very straight, and continued to date a number of men, she had dabbled with sleeping with women every now and then. None of them had felt as good as it was with Brandy, or possessed that extra something that made it special. As she lay in the bed, her cunt pressing into her former friend's, she cursed herself for allowing such a minor issue to cause such a big rift. Well, they seemed to have put it all behind them now, and there was so much time in the future to make amends.

"Oh yes Monica," announced Brandy as she continued pumping into her friend, "I'm about to come, I'm about to come."

"Me too," shrieked Monica as she felt an explosion coming.

Holding on to Brandy and pulling her as close as she possibly could, it hit her, temporarily nullifying all the senses in her body. She looked up at Brandy, who was glistening in sweat, her eyes still shut, undoubtedly from the orgasm she had just received. Bringing her face down, she gently kissed Brandy on the lips, before releasing her.

"Now, I want you to eat the hell out of my pussy," demanded Monica, spreading her legs.

Janet smiled to herself as she carefully eavesdropped on the activities of Brandy and Monica in her guest bedroom. Her plan had worked. Unless her ears were strongly deceiving her, the two girls were already fucking like rabbits, much to her delight. She praised herself at her stroke of genius, and hoped the rest of the night would go as smoothly.

Taking a quick glance at the rest of the room, she began to form some strategy in her head. The movie was over now, and the girls were watching some "Sex and the City" DVDs, though no one seemed to be paying attention. Tweet, Amerie and Tatyana were playing cards on the center table, while Beyoncé and Claudette were engaged in some conversation, which seemed to be going well, as they were both laughing hysterically, while Ashanti and Toni were looking through some old Jackson family albums.

"What's up, Janet?" Alicia said, coming to join her.

"I should be asking you the same question," Janet answered, "Who do you have your sights on? And how far have you come?"

"I really want to fuck Ashanti, you have no idea how bad", Alicia replied, her eyes set on the object of her fantasies.

"So go for it," Janet urged.

"I don't know why, but I'm so nervous," admitted Alicia, "I've never wanted anything this bad."

"Nervous?" Janet asked, surprised, "from what I've heard of you from Beyoncé, you're the last person I'd expect to be scared"

"I ain't never scared - East. I ain't never scared - West," Alicia rapped, imitating the current rap hit by Bonecrusher, causing Janet to laugh.

"I really am never this scared about anything," Alicia said, "I am just so scared it will blow up in my face. And I've seduced my fair share of girls, and never failed once. Why does this have to be any different?"

"Having seduced more than a fair share myself," Janet smirked, "I guess it wouldn't be improper for me to give you a few pointers."

"Go ahead," Alicia signaled.

"Why don't you ask her if she wants to go for a swim in the pool?" Janet suggested, "It's dark, sexy, and you'll be all alone. There's no way you'll fail."

"Alright, pool it is then," Alicia said, brightening up, "I can do this."

Giving Janet a quick peck on the lips, she went over to join Ashanti and Toni where they were going through the pictures. Janet looked round for her prey, and there it was. Alone at a corner of the room, and the only one who was actually watching the TV, Chilli sat, looking extremely reserved, and giggling to herself at Kim Cattrall's quips on the episode she was watching.

"Having fun?" Janet asked as she approached the TLC singer.

"Yeah I am," Chilli responded quietly, "Thanks for asking."

"You don't look like you are," Janet said, "You've been frowning all evening, and are basically not talking to anyone. That's against the rules."

"I'm sorry," Chilli apologized, "I'm just not in a very good mood tonight."

"I can tell. Is there anything I can do to lighten your mood?" asked Janet with a wink

"I thought we were past this," Chilli said rather loudly, and then lowered her voice when several of the guests turned to see what was wrong, "Whatever happened was in the past, it was only once, and a mistake."

"What are you talking about?" asked Janet, "I simply was wondering if you wanted to relax in the Jacuzzi or play cards or anything. I didn't think you were going to misconstrue the situation so badly."

"Oh," said Chilli rather uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you of anything."

"You hurt my feelings, Rozonda," Janet said, addressing her by her full first name, "and I'm not just talking about tonight."

"I am so sorry, Janet," Chilli said, "I didn't mean to be such a bitch, I was just so confused, and that seemed the only logical way to react."

"Well, I'm still quite hurt," Janet said, "You made me feel so bad."

"I am sorry once again," Chilli further apologized, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"Well", Janet said, smiling inwardly as her cards began to fall into place, "I just really want to talk, maybe if we can discuss why you acted like that, and clear what you were going through at that point, we both might feel better."

"That's not a bad idea", agreed Chilli, "You wanna talk now?"

"Yeah, but not here", Janet said, "Why don't we go to the Jacuzzi upstairs and we can have a long, relaxing conversation."

"That sounds fair", Chilli said, standing up and following Janet, who was already on her way out.

"Hey", Ashanti called out, "Where are you guys going?"

"We're just going to be a minute", Janet called from the doorway, 'I assure you that you won't even miss us."

"I feel like going for a swim. Does anyone want to join?" Alicia asked round the room, directing the question to Ashanti in particular, "Janet has an awesome pool, and it's really warm"

"I don't mind going for a swim", Tatyana said

"No way", Tweet cut in, "You are not going to get out of losing just like that. You have to stay and finish your game."

"All right, all right," complained Tatyana.

"So Ashanti, why don't you come along, it will be nice." Alicia pleaded, "You can keep me company. I don't want to swim alone."

"All right, scaredy cat," Ashanti joked, "I'll come with you. But I don't have a swimsuit with me. Maybe I should ask Janet for one."

"No," Alicia said boldly, "We're girls, right? There's not exactly anything we're hiding."

"OK, then," said Ashanti, surprising Alicia, who had expected a much harder fight to convince the young beauty to strip naked, "Skinny-dipping should be fun. Race you to the pool."

All the girls present, even the straight ones, were amazed when Ashanti dropped her robe in front of all and sundry, and began running out of the pool. Alicia overcame her shock in time to drop her own robe as well, and run out of the room, her eyes set on Ashanti's cute ass, which wiggled as she ran as fast as she could.

"Wow, that was funny," said Toni as she watched the two younger singers go, "Ashanti just left me without even wondering who would keep me company."

"Why don't you come and play cards with us, Toni," offered Tweet, "there's room for one more."

"I think I'll do just that," said Toni, glad at the opportunity to interact with her prey for the evening. Sitting next to Tatyana, and opposite Amerie, who was seated next to Tweet, she took the deck of cards that was dealt for her.

"Hey, Beyoncé and Claudette," Tweet called out, "do you guys wanna play?"

"No, we are just fine," Beyoncé said.

All night, Beyoncé had been with Claudette, the two girls bonding as they spoke. Beyoncé couldn't believe how irresistibly cute the Puerto Rican singer was up close, and had to restrain herself from making a move before it was too soon. The two girls had been consuming lots of alcohol, much more than anyone who was present. While Beyoncé had no problem holding her alcohol, it was the very first time Claudette had imbibed one drop of liquor in her lifetime.

"Oh my God, I can't believe how drunk I am," Claudette was saying, in the midst of her hysterics and giggles.

"I don't believe you never drank before," Beyoncé answered, "Why is that?"

"My dad was very, um, strict," Claudette said, slowing down, 'He said I must not.... oh my God, I feel faint."

"Are you alright?" Beyoncé asked.

"I feel so faint, like I need to lie down," Claudette said.

"Why don't I take you to the second guest bedroom?" offered Beyoncé, "I'll put you to bed and stay with you till you fall asleep"

"I'm not sleepy," mumbled Claudette, 'I'm gonna be fine."

"No, I'm worried about you," insisted Beyoncé, "Come on, I'll take you up."

Grabbing Claudette's arm and placing it around her neck, she lifted the fellow 21-year-old from her seat, and began to move, dragging her along. She could feel Claudette's soft breast pressed against her elbow, and she smiled in anticipation of what she knew was in store for her.

"OK girls, I'm taking Claudette to bed, she's drunk," Beyoncé called out to the rest of the room as she reached the door.

"Are you gonna be back soon," Tweet asked.

"It all depends," she answered, winking at the 31-year old.

Upon reaching the room she knew and loved so well, Beyoncé opened the door and sat Claudette down on the bed. She had so many fond memories of this room. Beyoncé had spent so much time in Janet's house over the past few years, and as she was here so often, Janet had practically offered that room to her. Although it was not officially Beyoncé's room, Janet had set it aside, and always kept it furnished, on the event of Beyoncé dropping by unexpectedly. Beyoncé had lost count of the number of passion-drenched, tension-soaked, lovemaking sessions that had occurred in that room with Janet, herself, and the occasional groupie. Putting on the CD player, she saw that the CD in rotation was none other than the sensual "Lover's Rock" by Sade. She couldn't think of any more appropriate music to be playing.

"Are you alright?" asked Beyoncé again, placing her hand on Claudette's shoulder

"Yeah," she answered, "but I think I have a slight migraine"

"I think I know what might make that feel better," Beyoncé said into Claudette's ears, slightly sliding her hand down from its resting place, so that Claudette's robe slipped off, exposing her shoulder.

"What's that?" asked Claudette softly, facing Beyoncé, so that her face was a mere one or two inches away.

Beyoncé paused for a minute, staring into Claudette's hazel eyes. She could not believe how attracted she was to her, and knew that at long last, the moment of reckoning had arrived. She was about to jump the broom, about to set desired events into motion. She was about to reach the point of no return, about to make or break the evening. She moved her face forward and kissed the honey-skinned beauty.

Encountering no resistance, she continued to kiss, deepening it from a mere brushing of the lips to a full kiss. She was putting her arms around Claudette when she was suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing?" Claudette asked,

"I just kissed you," answered Beyoncé, "didn't you like it? I could tell you did."

"But you're a girl," Claudette said, the reality of her words hitting her as soon as she said it.

"YOU'RE A GIRL", she screamed, "Why did you just kiss me? I'm not into that kind of thing?"

"Calm down, Claudette," Beyoncé said, standing on and holding on to her arms, "You just said you weren't feeling good, and I thought you'd like that. Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, I did," Claudette admitted, "but I...no I didn't...this is too weird...is this a dream?"

"This is not a dream," Beyoncé said, holding her on the waist and pulling her closer, "It is real life and I'm real. I'd like to kiss you again."

"But I don't want to," Claudette said, "I mean, I want to, but it's just too weird. I feel so light headed, I don't even know what's going on."

Thoughts were spinning all around Claudette's head at that very moment. Beyoncé had just kissed her, and she had liked it. But only women who were lesbians kissed each other, so would that mean Beyoncé was a lesbian? Or even more baffling, could she herself be a lesbian, since the kiss had felt so good?

"Claudette," Beyoncé said gently, holding on to her face with both palms, 'I know you probably have a lot of thoughts since you haven't done this before. But I need you to stop thinking, OK? Just let go and loosen up and I'm going to make you feel so good, better than you've ever felt before."

"OK," said Claudette softly, looking into Beyoncé's eyes.

Having been given the green light to proceed, Beyoncé gently kissed her again. The lips felt so soft and warm, and Beyoncé smiled to herself as soon as Claudette parted her own mouth, causing Beyoncé to proceed with her tongue. She then brought her hands to Claudette's chest and gently slid the robe open, placing her palm on her bare breast. Claudette shuddered a little, mostly out of pleasure, and Beyoncé, encouraged at the reaction she was getting, continued. She gently continued to remove the robe until it completely came off her body, and Beyoncé took hers off as well.

Claudette's radiant body shone in the dim light of the room. Her skin looked so luminous, and Beyoncé could not believe how beautiful she was. Her entire body was perfection.

"You are so beautiful, Claudette," Beyoncé whispered in her ear, "You deserve to be made to feel good, and I'm going to make you feel awesome."

"Make me feel good," Claudette breathed back.

Taking her cue, Beyoncé brought her down to the bed and began her onslaught of her body. Lying on top of her, she began to kiss her, right from her forehead, down the line of her nose, to her lips, where Beyoncé stayed for a while. This kiss was a bit more ferocious than the previous few, and Claudette, with her arms round Beyoncé, responded even more fervently. Beyoncé then quit the kiss and continued to go down.

The faint smell of Claudette's perfume sifting through her nostrils, she ravished her neck, smothering it with her lips and tongue, and causing the City High lead singer to moan in delight. She moved down to the crevice of her neck, to the space right in between her two perky breasts, where she stayed for a while, using all her oral skills to please her partner. Her mouth traveled from one breast to another, teasing the erect and protruding nipples, squeezing it with her hands, trying to devour as much as she could like a hungry infant.

Claudette, on her part, could not believe the ecstasy she was going through. Perhaps it was the alcohol in her body, but everything felt so amazing. Could this all be a dream? How was it possible that she was actually naked with Beyoncé, one of the biggest 'female' music stars in the world, and was actually feeling more pleasure than she had from every lovemaking session she had ever encountered? As Beyoncé's mouth moved to her midriff, gently teasing her bellybutton, she was convinced that sometime during the night, she had died and gone to heaven, as this was the only way such pleasure could ever exist.

Beyoncé's mouth finally made it's way to Claudette's carefully shaven crotch, and she gently kissed around it gently, deliberately refraining from making contact with the bull's eye, but kissing everywhere else.

"Do you want me to do this," she asked Claudette, who was feeling giddy with anticipation.

"Oh yes," Claudette replied, "this feels so good, please go on."

Beyoncé brought her mouth to Claudette's hole, savoring the delightful aroma. She just loved the smell of pussy, and Claudette's was as savory as any she'd encountered. She took a quick sniff in before inserting her tongue. Spurred by Claudette's shrieks of happiness, she licked and lapped away like a malnourished kitten at a milk bowl. Her hands on Claudette's thighs, she brought her mouth onto the entire cunt and devoured it, her tongue flicking at the responsive clitoris.

"Oh yes Beyoncé," Claudette moaned, her hands furiously grabbing and rubbing her own breasts, "please fuck me, oh yes, suck me, this feels so good."

"You like it?" screamed Beyoncé.

"I love it," shouted Claudette back, "I fucking love it, please continue, don't stop, don't ever stop until I come, it feels so good."

Beyoncé could tell from the way that Claudette was shifting her body that a nice orgasm was on the way. She decided to put even more effort into it to ensure that it was an enjoyable climax for her conquest. But even at her most optimistic, she could not have envisaged the way Claudette greeted her orgasm

"OH THIS IS SO AWESOME," Claudette was wailing at the top of her voice that Beyoncé knew that there was no way it would not be audible outside of the house, "I THINK I'M ABOUT TO COME, OH YES, THIS IS FANTASTIC."

"Come for me, baby," urged Beyoncé.

"I'M COMING, OH YES, I'M COMING, I'M COMING ALL OVER YOUR FACE, YOU PUSSY LICKING, DIRTY-ASS SLUT."

Beyoncé was definitely taken aback by this tone of voice. She was all for girls talking dirty during sex, and this could not have been a greater turn-on. All of Claudette's muscles were tense in anticipation for this monumental release, and Beyoncé was not going to begrudge her that. Claudette howled like a jackal as it hit her like a tidal wave, and she rode on the orgasmic waves for what seemed like eternity, which in reality was only a few moments.

Speaking of waves, two other females were immersed in water of their own, except that it was literal this time around. Janet and Chilli were upstairs in the Jacuzzi, eyes shut and reveling in the warm bubbles. Despite the fact that both women were naked, and Janet could see most of Chilli's perky breasts, she decided to leave things as they were for now. There was a lot of unaired laundry that needed to be brought out, and before that was done, sex was out of the question

"So how are you doing, girl?" asked Janet.

"I'm doing alright," answered Chilli, "TLC is officially over now and I'm doing some solo time before I start my solo career"

"Yeah I heard that you and Tionne decided to end the group," Janet said, "Well, I hope the both of you are coming to grip with, you know... losing Lisa."

Chilli fell silent upon hearing Lisa's name, and Janet was scared that she had gone ahead to ruin things by bringing that topic up. They stared at each other hesitantly before Chilli spoke.

"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you, Janet. Like I said, it was a very confusing time for me and I did not know what I was doing."

"There's no need for explanation," said Janet, moving right next to Chilli and placing her hands on her shoulder, "I was the insensitive one. I never should have tried to do anything at that moment of all times. I was only looking out for my own sexual needs, and I'm sorry."

"No, it's OK," maintained Chilli, "You really made me feel much better after I was feeling like killing myself. I didn't realize it then, but you did me a favor. Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome," said Janet, her arms moving slightly from Chilli's shoulder to her back muscles. "Christ, you're so tense," she noted, as she began to gently massage with one hand.

"Oh yes, that feels so good, please go on," Chilli whispered, turning her back to Janet so that she could work on it with both hands.

"Damn girl, you need to relax more often," Janet teased, "I know you're scared of me, but I don't bite."

"I'm not scared of you," Chilli said.

"Then I need you to prove it," replied Janet as her arms suddenly went round Chilli, holding on to her breasts from behind.

"What are you doing?" asked a shocked Chilli

Janet declined to answer, but continued caressing Chili's breasts, a look of triumph on her face. She had chosen the exact moment to pounce, and she knew that the fact that Chilli had not made any move to release herself from her grip yet meant that she would not be doing any such ting anytime soon. Her suspicions were soon confirmed.

"Oh yes, Janet, that feels so good," an exhilarated Chilli proclaimed, her eyes shut as Janet worked on her breasts.

Chilli's first inclination when Janet had grabbed on her breasts was to protest and storm off, but it just felt so damn good. Besides, she knew she would be being untrue to herself. She had known what she was getting herself into when she had decided to step into a Jacuzzi completely nude with Janet, whom she already knew was a big time sexual predator. Besides, as Janet continued to play with her breasts, the realization began to dawn on her that since the night Lisa died, when she had slept with Janet, she had not had sex the way she was supposed to. Usher was good in bed by any standards, quite athletic, and paid attention to his partner's needs, but sex with him lacked that extra passion and fire it did with a woman.

"Oh yes, go on," Chilli urged, 'this feels so fucking great."

With one arm still teasing Chilli's breasts, pinching her nipples and circling her areola, Janet's second hand began to descend, quickly making its way to her needy crotch. Chilli yelped out loud as Janet's hand made contact with her snatch. She wriggled with delight as her finger rubbed her engorged clitoris, pressing her body back so that Janet's razor-sharp nipples were pressing into her back. Janet began to kiss Chilli's neck, her body pressed so hard forward, her hard and large breasts squashing against the TLC singer's back.

"Yes Janet, finger me, put your finger in me and fuck me hard. Oh yes," Chilli continued to cajole as Janet exerted more pressure and vigor towards pleasuring her.

Both of Janet's hands were at Chilli's crotch now, and her own crotch was pressed against Chilli's ass. She gently humped as she inserted a finger from either hand into Chilli's soaking pussy. Not that her own pussy was dry. Janet, who was usually an oversexed person, was even in greater overdrive that night. She had been surrounded by extremely beautiful women all night, and had to restrain herself from jumping the gun too early. Add that to the fact that she had experienced some foreplay with both Toni and Tweet, and her loins were on fire.

Chilli, meanwhile, was yelling with pleasure. Even though Janet had been fingering her for only a few minutes, it felt as though all the pent-up aggression and frustration, both sexual and emotional, since the passage of Lisa, was brimming within her. She rubbed her own breasts as she savored the feel of Janet's fingers on her pussy, and sighed with exhilaration as Janet so expertly caused wonders with her mouth on her neck and shoulders.

'Oh yes, I'm about to come," she announced, "Yes God, make me come, oh yes, I'm coming."

Her orgasm was a little quieter than Janet was expecting, but its effects were much longer lasting, as for about a minute, Chilli seemed to be semi-conscious. Eyes shut, she panted with delight as she overcame the effects of the rapturous release.

'That was great, Janet," she said, "Thanks a lot"

"You're welcome," smiled Janet, "Now it's your turn to work on me. Come on."

Janet's eyes were shut in rhapsody as Chilli began to work on her twat as she lay on the floor, having come out of the tub. From the corner of her eye, she glanced as she exerted some TLC (no pun intended) to her deserving pussy. It had been over a year since the fateful night when she had learnt of Lisa's death, and of course since she had had the encounter with the deceased singer's band mate. Chilli had not eaten her pussy that night, she was the one who was going through devastating heartbreak, and as such, was the one who needed the attention. She was not half bad, Janet thought to herself, as she pleased her clitoris with her tongue. She let out a sigh of passion as the ecstatic feeling rushed through her veins. This night looked to be turning out even better than she had planned. She only hoped everybody else at the party could say the same.

At least for the time being, the four ladies in the living room could say the same. Toni, Tweet, Tatyana and Amerie were seated round the table, enjoying their game of cards. None of them was particularly good, which made it even all the more interesting.

"God, I suck so bad," complained Tatyana, "It's a good thing we are not playing for money or I'd be broke by now."

"It's OK, baby," Tweet cheered her, "You are not that bad, besides you are not losing as much as poor Toni."

Toni weakly smiled, blood rushing to her face. She was finding it so hard to concentrate. Since her brief encounter with Janet in the kitchen, it was like a floodgate of lesbian desire had been forced open, and she was struggling to suppress the yearning to pounce of all the females she saw. The fact that she was seated at a table with four scantily clad younger singers was not helping matters. Her pussy seemed to be screaming to her to do something about the situation, and she had to cross her legs really tight to be able to control the itch.

She was seating right opposite Amerie, and several times, she found herself staring, admiring her perfect facial features. The way her pretty eyes, whose slant gave away her Asian heritage, blended in with her light chocolate complexion made her want to lean over and kiss it. She did not even know how she was going to go about seducing her, but she knew that there was no way the night was going to go by without her taking her chances.

She did not know whether or not Tweet was into girls or not, but she sure seemed to get that vibe from her, especially because of the way the self-proclaimed Southern Hummingbird would glance at Amerie, then at her, and then give her a smile of encouragement. She was finding herself wildly attracted the dark skinned singer, and assured herself that if for some reason, it did not work with Amerie, she would find solace in Tweet. Tweet's robe was almost open, and bared open her long, chocolate things, which was visible only to Toni, as she was the only one on her side of the rectangular table. Toni eyed them salaciously, almost licking her lips as she imagined her face buried in between them. Christ, she had to quit all these dirty thoughts.

Tweet, on the other hand, had no issues with dwelling in dirty thoughts. She was ridiculously horny, and could not wait for the lesbian activities to get underway. Amerie seemed to be the only weak link, and she could not wait to catch a signal that she was ripe for inculcation, as the others would be a piece of cake. Even if Janet had not told her about Toni's notorious lesbian past pre-marriage, she still would have easily seen it from her attitude that night. She was quiet, squirming all over her seat, with lust written in bold figures all over her face. She had decided to give her a little teaser, flashing her things all the way to her crotch, and the look on Toni's face told her she liked what she saw.

As for Tatyana, she had been a little dicey to figure out, but Tweet had taken her chances, and things had proven not to be disappointing, as the two singers were pleasantly engaged in a game of footsie underneath the table. After trying to read Tatyana's body language all night, she had decided to do something foolhardy, brushing Tatyana's foot against hers. When she had encountered no form of resistance, she took matters into her own hands and continued her sojourn, her toes traveling up her foot and beginning to circle her ankle. Tatyana greeted this invasion with nothing but a smile, and Tweet took this opportunity to continue.

Presently, Tweet's foot was dangerously close to Tatyana's crotch, showing no signs of slowing down. Tatyana had already begun to do the same with her other leg, traveling up Tweet's leg and already at her knee. She used every opportunity to grin at and encourage Tweet, and inwardly thanked God that her prayers were being answered. When Janet had invited her to a slumber party, she had hoped something like this would happen, especially when she had learned it would be an all-girl thing. Upon arriving and taking a look at the guest list, her hopes had risen sky-high, despite the fact she seriously doubted the chances of twelve of the most lusted after women in music miraculously having a night where they fucked each other silly. Still, it was no crime to fantasize.

Tatyana had been actively bisexual for about four years now, although the feelings had been there for as long as she could remember. While she was on "Fresh Prince," she had admired Karyn Parsons, who played her older sister Hilary, but of course, had been too young to do anything about it, so she had dismissed those feelings and dated guys. She tried aggressively to push away any thoughts of females that came when she was masturbating, writing them away as curiosity.

However, she had remained friends with Will Smith long after the show had ended, and one day while she was over there to baby-sit his kids, she had been seduced by his wife, actress Jada Pinkett-Smith. After a passion-soaked night, she had decided not to turn back, and even though she still had the occasional boyfriend, she found herself batting for the other team more often than not. Besides the occasional hook-up with Jada, most of her conquests were not people in the entertainment industry, so now that she found herself locked up in a house with 11 other popular singers, she hoped the trend would change.

"Oooh," she inadvertently moaned out loud when Tweet's toe found her bare pussy.

"What's that? Are you OK?" asked Amerie.

"Oh I'm fine, I just got dealt a nice hand of cards," she lied.

"Lucky you," replied Amerie, taking a sip from the glass of orange juice right next to her, "I'm all out of orange juice, I think I'll go to the kitchen and get some more."

'Yeah you should," said Tatyana a little too enthusiastically, causing Amerie to look at her a little strangely before leaving the room.

As soon as she left the room, and they were sure she was out of earshot, Tweet and Tatyana leapt up from their seat, and to the bewilderment of Toni, embraced each other fiercely and began to kiss. Tweet loosened Tatyana's robe, letting it fall to her side, and then placing her hands on her breasts as they kissed.

"Oh, I thought she'd never leave," breathed Tatyana as they kissed.

"Umm, excuse me," smiled a slightly jealous Toni.

"Oh Toni, you don't mind do you?" asked Tweet.

"No, of course not," she smiled, "I just need to do my homework on time so I can get some action too."

"Of course if that doesn't work out," Tweet assured her, "You are always welcome to join us."

"What do you mean?" asked a confused Tatyana, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Toni is supposed to seduce Amerie for tonight," explained Tweet.

"So this is all planned," Tatyana asked, flabbergasted, "You were supposed to seduce me."

"You could say that," Tweet grinned.

"Interesting," Tatyana smiled, "So what are we waiting for."

Letting her robe slide to the floor, she reached for Tweet's robe and did the same to it. The two women, now fully naked, embraced each other and began to kiss furiously. Tweet's hand roamed the body of her partner, as she pushed her towards the wall.

"Hey Toni," Tatyana said, breaking away, "I have an idea, why don't you join us? When Amerie walks in and sees us, she won't have any choice but to join in."

Without saying a word, Toni complied, standing up from her seat, where she had been immobilized, and relieving herself of her solitary piece of clothing, went over to join the other two girls. All three of them as nude as the day they were born, they pressed together for a long three-way kiss. Toni's hand was squeezing both girls' asses, and her mind was already exploring the delicious possibilities for the night. Not for long however, as in no time, they were interrupted by a loud gasp, followed by a crashing noise.

"Oh my God," screamed Amerie, dropping the glass of juice in her hand, "What on earth is going on?"

"It's not what it looks like," whispered a scared Tatyana, backing off.

"There's no need for that, honey," a suddenly alive Toni said, surprising herself, "Amerie baby, the three of us were just about to make hot, beautiful love, and you are welcome to join us if you want."

"This can't be happening," Amerie said, still in shock, "You guys are lesbians, I mean, if you are, I don't mind, but I'm just shocked."

"You don't have to be shocked, baby," Toni said, moving closer, her naked body radiating, "It is the most beautiful thing in the world."

"But you're married, and the two of you," she said, glancing over to Tweet and Tatyana, who were already busy, acting oblivious to what was going on in the room, "I can't believe this."

Amerie was even more dumbfounded than she sounded. She had been brought up to believe all form of homosexual behavior was wrong, and she had not really had any cause to be in close contact with anyone that was gay. Walking in on three famous women just doing it nonchalantly was seriously freaking her out. She was even all the more surprised when Toni came and held her face in her hands.

"You are so beautiful, Amerie," she whispered, "I want to have sex with you right here and right now. I've wanted to do so all night."

"I'm sorry," stuttered Amerie, freezing as Toni's warm hands made its way into her robe, "I just don't think I want to. I'm straight, I have a boyfriend."

"And I have a husband," Toni replied, "But that does not mean we should deprive ourselves of something so much fun. Does my hand feel good on your breasts?"

"Oh yes, it does, but please Toni, you have got to stop this"

"I'll stop when you sound like you really want me to stop," Toni smiled, "I'm going to kiss you now."

Toni brought her face to Amerie's and then lowered her lips onto the pretty girl's own, which parted of their own accord. She brought her hand round her waist and pressed herself even further into the kiss. As her tongue circled that if her prey, she inwardly delighted, as another one, it seemed, had bitten the dust. Amerie was beginning to respond to the kiss, and just as Toni's hand began to descend downwards towards her navel, Amerie suddenly backed off.

"I can't do this," she cried, "It's just too strange for me, I'm sorry."

"I'll be gentle," Toni assured her, "And it will feel so wonderful, just take a look at these other two"

Tweet was seated on the couch in an eagle position, screaming to the high heavens as Tatyana's golden face rested in between her legs, licking away. Tweet was holding on to the face and screaming instructions, while caressing her own breasts. It was a very explosive sight to behold, and Amerie felt as tempted as ever.

"I think it looks wonderful," she whispered, "But I'm just not ready for this." And with that, she fled out of the room.

Toni sadly watched her go, contemplating whether or not to go after her and continue persuading her, or just write off her maiden seduction effort after rejoining the team as an unmitigated failure. She crashed onto the couch opposite the two lovebirds, her eyes almost watering as she went through what had just happened in her head. Perhaps she had gone too fast, and scared Amerie off, or perhaps the girl just didn't find her attractive. She was, after all the oldest one in the house, and had borne, not one, but two children. Perhaps the reality was just that she had grown old and lost it all. She meekly smiled with nostalgia as she remembered those days back in the mid 90's, when she and Janet had been the dynamic duo, bandying together to seduce anyone they wanted to. Maybe those golden days were over.

"Hey, cheer up," Tweet said, coming to her after her orgasm from Tatyana's tongue, "It's OK."

"It's not OK," bemoaned Toni, "I fucked it up, I thought it would be OK, and I ended up making a complete fool of myself."

"No you didn't," Tatyana said, "It's her loss, and she just doesn't realize it. Any sensible girl or guy would kill to be with you."

"Thanks for the compliments, but we all know that nobody wants to be with a 37 year old woman that has been knocked up twice."

"Don't be silly," said Tweet, glancing at Tatyana, who also found Toni's comments ludicrous, "Look Toni, you have always been one of the sexiest women around, and you somehow seem to get finer with age. I'm sure Amerie did not act that way because she did not find you attractive."

"Thanks, that means a lot," smiled Toni.

"I think we need to cheer her up a bit more," Tatyana grinned as she leaned in for a kiss.

Amerie was dumbfounded as she roamed the house, trying to collect her thoughts. Could she have been seriously hallucinating or could what appeared to just have happened really happened? Had she actually walked in on three women making love, and had one of them actually hit on her?

Toni Braxton had been one of her absolute favorite singers while growing up. She had admired the singer, not only for her music, but also for her beauty, which never seemed to wane. Nonetheless, she had never looked at her in a sexual way, not Toni, not any female at all. The idea of getting involved with a woman in a sexual way was as alien to her as the planet Mars. But she had enjoyed the kiss so much.

Since about a year ago when her breakthrough record "Why don't we fall in love" had ruled the airwaves and garnered serious video play on BET and MTV, she had been totally involved with her work and had not had any time to get into a relationship. As such, she knew that she had her needs as a woman, which lay unfulfilled. Kissing Toni had made her feel like a woman again, and she had wanted so bad to stay there and let Toni do whatever she wanted to her. But she had fled.

She contemplated leaving the party, but it was too late at night, and since she had consumed some alcohol, she was scared that she might get into trouble. She was not drunk, but she was not one to take chances. Stepping out of the door, she walked towards the pool, hoping to maybe take a quiet swim. As she approached, she heard voices and then remembered that Alicia and Ashanti had gone to the pool earlier. Maybe she could join them.

The two singers were sitting by the pool, completely nude, their feet wading in the water. They appeared to be deep in conversation, and Amerie was not sure if her presence would be wanted. She decided to stay in the background, possibly eavesdrop on their conversation, and decide whether or not her joining in would be desired.

"I just love swimming," a cheerful Ashanti was saying.

"Yeah you are a really good swimmer," Alicia replied, "I was having so much trouble keeping up with you."

"You're not bad yourself," Ashanti smiled at her, "The two of us should get together more often and have races."

"I'd love that," Alicia replied shyly.

"Why do you sound all quiet?" inquired Ashanti, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were shy."

"Shy? Why would I be shy?" Alicia said, suddenly looking up.

"I know you want me," Ashanti responded, not breaking her smile.

Amerie's ears perked up from her listening place. She had to have heard wrongly. There was no way Ashanti could have said that Alicia wanted her. Maybe she meant something different and Amerie was merely being paranoid, and totally misconstrued the situation. From the look of things, Amerie was not the only one to have been puzzled by Ashanti's words.

"What do you mean?" a stuttering Alicia inquired.

"Oh come on, who are you kidding?" Ashanti said, placing her hand on Alicia's bare thighs, "I've known how much you wanted me for so long, I see it in your eyes every time you speak to me."

"I just think you're so hot," a scared Alicia said.

"It's alright," Ashanti replied, "At first, I was a little freaked out, but I started thinking of it more and more, and right now, I want you too."

"Oh Ashanti..." Alicia was saying before Ashanti broke her off with a kiss.

Amerie's mouth was agape from where she stood. Was this some weird dream she was having, or was every woman around a lesbian? She did not know what to do or say. Ordinarily, she would have left immediately, but she felt almost like a paraplegic, totally immobilized and left with no choice but to observe the beautiful scene that was unfolding before her.

The two girls were locked in an embrace, their breasts pressing against each other as they sat by the pool, tongues exploring each other. Ashanti's hands were caressing Alicia's braids, while Alicia had begun to move towards Ashanti's crotch. So much passion and tension seemed to be in the atmosphere, and Amerie could have sworn it was contagious, as she found herself getting turned on by this sight.

"Oooooh Weeeeeeee," squealed Ashanti, as she pulled away and began to swim.

"Where are you going?" a surprised Alicia called out.

"Catch me if you can." Ashanti yelled back as she continued her swim.

Alicia certainly looked in no mood to play games. Her dreams seemed to be coming true, much to her delight, and she did not want them interrupted, but it did not seem like she had a choice. Jumping into the pool, she began to swim after Ashanti, and, Amerie suspected, harder than she had ever swum before. Reaching her target halfway, she grabbed on to her foot and pulled her towards her, kissing her as soon as she was close enough.

"Oh Alicia, take me now," commanded Ashanti.

Alicia moved her towards the wall of the pool, and began to kiss her, this time with all the vigor she could muster. Ashanti moaned passionately as Alicia's mouth began to descend, kissing around her neck and all the way down to her tits. Ashanti was gasping louder than ever now, and Amerie could tell how turned on she was. Amerie herself was getting turned on from the sight, and she brought her own hands down through her open robe, and began to finger her pussy.

Alicia's mouth was on Ashanti's right breast now, with her hand on the other one, and Ashanti, deep in ecstasy, was crying out with joy. Amerie looked on with longing, wishing she was the one whose breasts were getting all the attention, wishing she was there amidst the two lovely ladies, right there on top of the sexual plateau with them. Alicia was lifting Ashanti, and sat her right there next to the pool, and then, still standing, brought her mouth to her crotch.

"Oh yes, you are so wonderful, Alicia," Ashanti was screaming, "this is everything I ever dreamed of."

"Oh yes, eat her pussy," Amerie was whispering to herself, her index finger hurriedly going in and out of her twat.

"That feels so good, I love your tongue on my nasty little pussy," a flustered Ashanti was yelling out loud, not caring who heard.

"That must feel so good," Amerie was saying, "Oh eat her pussy for me, make her come for me."

Amerie watched on as Ashanti, really in heaven, wrapped her legs around Alicia's pretty face, screaming as Alicia's tongue buried itself deep inside her pussy. She shut her eyes, imagining she was the one there, and that the face in her laps belonged, not to Alicia or Ashanti, but to Toni. She could not believe she threw all that away when it was staring her right in the face. When she was done here, she would have to go crawling back to Toni and hope she would take her back.

But she was not done. As her finger desperately worked her crotch, she felt her first orgasm in a really long time begin to build up. She did not know how long it would take Ashanti to climax, but she did not want to be done until Ashanti was done, so she did everything in her power to hold on, forcing herself to remain on the brink or climax until it was time to let go. Luckily for her, Ashanti was not too far off.

"Oh yes Alicia, I'm about to come," she screamed, I'm about to come all over your pretty face, you cunt licking slut."

"Come for me, baby," Alicia urged, continuing to use every trick in the book she knew to make Ashanti's first orgasm at her hands, or rather, her tongue, very memorable.

"Oh yes, come for her," Amerie groaned, "Make her come at the same time with me."

"Yes, Yes," both girls moaned in unison, though Ashanti was considerable louder than Amerie, "Yes, I'm coming, Yes, Yes, Yes, YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS."

Amerie quickly crept away, hoping she would not be spotted. That was a totally fulfilling orgasm, and though it had been by her own hands, it had told her everything she needed to know about lesbian sex, and she definitely was game. Now, she hoped Toni would be willing to make her experience even better.

"Oh yes, Toni," Tatyana was yelling as she knelt right on top of Toni's face, "That feels so good."

Toni said something in response, but it sounded very muffled, as her entire mouth was very occupied. She lay flat on the ground facing up, with Tweet's face buried right in between her laps. It was definitely a sight to behold, the three of them in lesbian heaven, and for a minute, Amerie felt as though they had more than enough company.

"Oh, look who's back," Tatyana called out just as Amerie was about to leave the room, "Forgot something?" "Um, I know this sounds kinda weird, but..." Amerie said slowly.

"If you want to join, by all means do so," Tweet said, looking up, "As you can see, Toni is busy, but there is room for one more."

Smiling, Amerie took off her bathrobe, and completely naked, just like the rest of them, she rushed over to join them. Facing Tatyana, she knelt down and began to tongue kiss her. Tatyana, who was already in bliss from Toni's tongue in her pussy, did not object in the slightest, and wrapped her arms around the newcomer, welcoming her by returning the kiss.

Amerie, under normal circumstances, would have felt very weird joining three women, whom she had only met for the first time that night, but that night had already proved to be beyond normal, and Amerie was loving it. Giggling slightly as Tatyana's hand squeezed her butt, she brought her mouth down and began to suck on her nice and well-rounded breasts.

"Wow, looks like the party has already begun without me," Beyoncé exclaimed as she sauntered into the room, fresh from her rendezvous with Claudette. Tatyana and Amerie, not sure where Beyoncé lay, hesitated a little bit, pulling away from the foursome that was developing right there on the ground.

"It's alright girls," Tweet said, "From this point on, I imagine everyone here is down for action, unless Alicia is still holding out."

"If I know Alicia," smiled Beyoncé, "She should be well familiarized with Ashanti's pussy by now."

"Did someone mention my name?" a wet and dripping Alicia said, as she walked in, holding hands with an equally wet Ashanti.

"So Amerie," Ashanti grinned, "I see you enjoyed the little show we put on for you back there."

"You saw me?" a nervous Amerie asked.

"I didn't know anyone was there," Alicia said, "But I hope you liked it." Amerie fell silent, and embarrassingly nodded her head.

"So where's Claudette?" Tweet asked Beyoncé.

"Oh after we went like five times, she was completely tired, so I let her sleep," Beyoncé answered.

"What's going on out here?" Monica asked, as she and Brandy suddenly emerged from the nearby guestroom, "Why is everyone naked?"

"Use your imagination," Alicia said, smiling at her.

"Wow, Monica," Brandy said, "This evening looks like it hasn't even begun yet."

"You're damn right it hasn't," came Janet Jackson's voice, as she walked into the living room carrying a rather large box, with a naked Chilli right behind her.

"Wow, full house," Chilli said, "This is going to be one fun night."

"So is this surprise guest of yours going to show up at all?" Beyoncé inquired of Janet.

"Expect to see her any moment now," Janet remarked, after which the doorbell rang, "Oh, speak of the devil."

"Who's here at such a late hour?" Tatyana asked

"Another guest," Janet answered, "But stay where you are, everybody, you can go ahead and start."

Handing the box to Ashanti, who was right next to her, Janet slipped out of the room, still naked. The ten nude women in the room glanced around at each other rather nervously. Despite the sexual tension in the room, nobody knew exactly how to start. This was like something out of a Vivid porn flick, like "Where the Boys Aren't" or something like that. Each woman in there wanted the next, but no one knew how to go about it.

"Hey guys," Janet said, as she walked back into the room, "I believe you all know Mya."

23-year-old R&B sexpot Mya Harrison walked in the room, looking deadly in a tight leather outfit. The tight top happened to show ample cleavage, and the pants, tight as ever, accentuated her firm ass, which true to her song, was like...Wo. She understandable looked a bit shy to walk into a room of eleven naked women like a prize to be won or something. Flashing a weak smile, she waved around.

"Beyoncé's a big fan of yours," Janet said

Beyoncé stood transfixed in her spot, not daring to move. She had had the biggest crush on Mya for years, but had never had the chance to meet her. She had obsessed over and over again to Janet several times in bed how Mya was her dream girl, and she would do anything to be able to meet her just once. Beyoncé had gone to see the movie "Chicago" like ten different times just because Mya had a few scenes in it, and when Mya had made her music comeback with her steamy new video, Beyoncé had been more infatuated than ever.

"Nice to meet you," Beyoncé said, walking towards herm trying to cover her nakedness as much as possible, "I've wanted to meet you for a while, sorry we had to meet this way."

"It's alright, Janet told me," she answered, smiling, obviously a bit shy as well.

"What did she say?" A shy Beyoncé asked.

"Oh Mya and I met about two weeks ago," Janet answered, "And we got to really know each other, you know what I mean? So when I asked her who her dream girl was, and she mentioned your name, I knew it was up to me. So what are the two of you waiting for?"

"Give us a break, Janet," Beyoncé said exasperatedly, "We just met, you don't surely expect me just to pounce on her like that."

"I don't mind," smiled Mya, stepping forward and embracing Beyoncé.

Beyoncé obviously felt a bit embarrassed to be in such a position with someone she was meeting for the first time, but of course, was not going to let that stop her. She moved forward and kissed Mya on the mouth, gently at first, and as Mya began to respond, it became a bit fiercer, and before they knew it, both girls were on the couch, kissing each other as though their lives depended on it, Beyoncé struggling to get Mya's clothes off.

"So what are y'all looking at?" Janet said to the nine other naked ladies, who were transfixed by the sight they were beholding. "Let's get this party started."

Tatyana was the first to make a move, grabbing Monica on her waist from behind and beginning to caress her breasts while Monica turned her face sideways and began to French kiss her. Alicia bent down and immediately inserted her face into Monica's crotch, beginning to suck on her pussy, while Monica wiggled in delight. Tatyana dragged them back, and they fell on the couch right next to Beyoncé and Mya, who were both completely naked by now.

Beyoncé was kissing Mya's neck now, bringing her mouth down, trying to treasure every miniscule nook and cranny of Mya's perfect body. Mya was breathing really heavy, two of her fingers buried in Beyoncé's cunt, fingering her with all the might she could gather.

"Oh yes, Mya," Beyoncé said as she kissed between both of Mya's breasts and continued down to her navel, "That feels so good"

"Damn Beyoncé, I've wanted you for so long," Mya was crying, as she removed her hands "Yes, kiss me, go all the way down to my pussy, it is so hot for you."

With Mya lying on the couch, Beyoncé crept right over her and began to work as hard as she could on her pussy, her tongue circling her labia, her nose tickling her pubic hair, her tongue teasing her clitoris. She felt so alive, as though she was right at home, where she was supposed to be, causing Mya so much pleasure and making her scream her name.

Tweet walked right behind Beyoncé and began to dry hump her ass with her pussy. She grabbed onto her waist from behind, and moved in and out, rather gently and moaning out her name.

"Hey, I thought perhaps you might want one of these," Janet said to Brandy, grabbing the box, which still lay unopened, from Ashanti, and opening it. Inside lay a vast assortment of various sex toys. Dildos and vibrators of all colors, shapes and sizes, were in there, itching to be used.

Tweet grabbed a rather modest sized one, a blue strap on dildo about six and a half inches long. She put it on, and was delighted to see that it had a small nubbin that made contact with her own clitoris. Holding on to Beyoncé's legs, she rammed it right into her pussy, causing the lead singer of Destiny's Child to cry out in surprise. Of course, she did not look back, as she was still in the process of pleasuring Mya.

"Wow, that looks interesting," Ashanti said, as she stared at the goodie box, "I'm dying to try one."

"No problem," Janet replied as she brought out a rather lengthy two-way dildo, placed the box on the floor and announced that anyone willing to use it was more than welcome.

Ashanti dutifully lay on the floor, waiting for Janet to insert her with the dildo, as though it was manna from heaven. Janet knelt on top of her and kissed her briefly on the mouth before briskly moving down her body till she got to her pussy. She spat on her hand and then rubbed Ashanti's pussy, making sure it was well lubricated enough. Of course as it wee, it seemed to be a very pointless gesture, as Ashanti was as moist as the Mississippi river, from all the sexual activity that had gone on that night.

Janet then inserted one end of the dildo into Ashanti, causing her to slightly yelp with pain, before her eyes lightened up, and she began to enjoy the effects of the plastic dick in her. Janet used her hands initially, to establish a rhythm, before lying down in a converse position and bringing the other end into herself. The two women moved in and out, trying to bring in as much of the dildo as possible into themselves, such that with each inward movement, their pussies were almost touching.

"Oh yes Janet, fuck me," Ashanti was screaming, "This feels so good, Fuck me hard."

"Do you want me to keep fucking you?" Janet asked.

"Oh yes I do," she answered, "I want you to keep fucking me as hard as you can while I fuck you too."

"Good girl," Janet replied.

Meanwhile, Brandy was sprawled all over the floor, with Chilli right on top of her in a 69 position. Brandy held on to Chilli's legs, which were right over her face, and licked as hard as she could, her tongue bringing all the pleasure it could, just as she had done Monica earlier. She could not believe she had gone so long without pussy, it suddenly seemed like her essence, and she could not have asked for a better partner at present than the former TLC singer.

Chilli's face was buried deep in Brandy's legs as well, basking in the aromatic scent that arose from her pussy, while fingering her real hard while using her tongue as a supplement.

"Yes, lick my pussy, Brandy," she was shouting as she fingered her, "Let's make it a full moon up in this place, lick me real bad."

The only two women who were idle at present, happened to be Toni and Amerie. A hullabaloo seemed to be going on, with each women screaming to her partner to please her. Amerie stood transfixed, observing what was going on. This was the last thing that had been on her mind when she had been invited to this party, but she could not have hoped for anything better to happen.

"So, its me and you again," Toni said gently as she walked over to her.

"I'm sorry for what happened earlier," Amerie blurted out, "I didn't mean to run off like that."

"It's OK," Toni replied, grabbing her around the waist, "the night is still young."

It was a bit dicey for the two women to find a spot that was not being occupied. They eventually found one about a yard from where Tatyana, Monica and Alicia were doing their thing, and Toni laid Amerie right there on the carpet.

"Have you ever had your pussy licked before?" Toni asked.

"No, I haven't," Amerie answered excitedly

"Well, I guess I'm honored to be the first," she smiled as she crept right on top of her, kissing her. The two ladies passionately kissed, holding on to each other and rolling around on the floor.

"OK, let me show that your virgin pussy how its done," Toni said, pulling away.

"I'm not a virgin, I have..." Amerie corrected.

"You are a virgin until you have had a good female tongue show you heaven," Toni said authoritatively, breaking her off.

Lowering her head to her cunt, she began to lick, her tongue going round in circular motions. Amerie parted her legs as far as she could, not daring to believe how wonderful this was making her feel. It was as though a tingling was going up and down her spine, and she started to cry out loud, unable to stop herself.

"Oh yes Toni, suck my pussy," she yelled, "Suck me, I want you to do this so bad, Please make me come."

"Do you promise to be a good girl?" Toni asked, taking a slight break before continuing on her work.

"Oh yes, I promise I will behave accordingly," Amerie answered. Of course at that point, she would have agreed to anything. She would even have acquiesced if Toni had asked her to sacrifice a young goat.

"Fuck me, please fuck me," she cried, "Make me come, make me come all over your face."

"Say my name," Toni commanded her.

"Toni," she obeyed, shouting way louder than was necessary, "Oh Toni, please fuck me, make me come, I am so close."

Amerie shrieked as loud as her lugs could take her, startling everybody as her first orgasm at the hands of a seasoned pro hit her. Her body shook and convulsed with pleasure, taking her to heights she had never even dreamed existed. This was the only way she wanted to feel from now on. She did not care about her preconceived notions about lesbian sex. If this was wrong, than damn right, she wanted to be as wrong as possible.

Alicia had a vibrator in Monica's pussy now. It shook in her hand, aided of course, by high quality Energizer batteries, and accordingly, Monica was yelling, going on and on like the Energizer bunny. Tatyana silenced her by bringing her pussy to her mouth. Monica began to lick like a hungry puppy, her tongue going full throttle in the young singer/actress' cunt.

"Oh yes Monica," she cried, "That feels so good."

Alicia was still using the vibrator on Monica's pussy while taking care of her own needs by using her hands to finger herself. As a longtime lesbian, she had learned to exercise patience, and she did not mind being the one doing the pleasing for as long as was necessary, as she knew her time would soon come. As Monica's body language told her that she was definitely having a good time (her tongue was too tied to say anything), Alicia looked around the room, marveling at what a success the party had turned out to be.

Mya had already come and was already going at Beyoncé's pussy. Alicia was surprised that Beyoncé had never told her about her thing for Mya. But then again, everybody had their own thing. Before tonight, she had been completely enamored with Ashanti. Of course she still was, but tonight's events had definitely broken the ice. She was glad though that Ashanti had done most of the work by being forward. Beyoncé's screams were filling the room now, as Mya, whose own pussy was being filled with a dildo from Tweet, was feasting on her pussy.

Amerie was now sucking on Toni Braxton's pussy. It was her first time licking pussy at all, and she did not seem to be doing a bad job. Toni was being a patient instructor, telling her what to do. Of course, it was only a matter of time before Aerie would pick up and develop a knack for it on her own.

"Yes baby," Toni was saying, "Now move your tongue a little faster, yeah, that's right, keep going."

"Am I doing OK?' Amerie asked, "Do you like it?"

"I love it honey, lick my pussy, yes, just like that, yes, it feels so good."

Alicia brought her attention back to the present, where Tatyana was having an orgasm of her own, brought by Monica's tongue. Of course, Monica was close to her own orgasm, and Alicia decided to let go of the vibrator and use the most potent instrument, her tongue.

"Oh yes, suck me Alicia, suck me," Monica cried, "I'm a nasty little slut, and I need your tongue in me so I can spill cum all over you. Yes, make me come, Yes, I'm coming."

Monica's screams filled the room, crying and screaming as Alicia dutifully made her come. Of course, while it was excruciatingly loud, no one even paid any notice, as they were all busy doing their own thing.

Ashanti and Janet had two orgasms each with the 2-way dildo, which they then discarded and proceeded to use their own tongues, going 69 on each other and adding an orgasm each for good measure. Chilli and Brandy picked up the 2-way and continued where they had left off, inserting each end in each other and screaming and yelling while they humped each other silly. Alicia was repaid for her patience, as both Monica and Tatyana got to feast on her cunt at the same time, driving her crazy and rewarding her with one of the greatest orgasms she had ever received, which is saying a lot, as Alicia, a self proclaimed nymphomaniac, probably had had more sexual partners than all the women in that room put together.

Beyoncé and Mya, though it was their first time together, definitely made love like they had been long time lovers, though with passion and energy to rival anyone. As night made way into morning, Beyoncé familiarized herself with Mya's pussy, as Mya did with hers, with Tweet pounding them both with the strap-on. Eventually, they both got to eat Tweet out, and boy, did she appreciate it. Amerie also had a night to remember. She could not believe she had almost walked away from all of this. After she had been well schooled in the prestigious art of pussy eating by Toni, she sampled most of the females there, and the consensus was that she was a model pupil.

Claudette, disturbed by all the noise, awoke from her drunken slumber, and arrived downstairs to see the party going on without her. Initially annoyed, Janet more than compensated her for it by ramming her with the biggest strap-on in the box, with Alicia and Ashanti serving as her dutiful assistants.

As the sun rose, giving birth to another summer day, the 13 women at the party arranged themselves into a perfectly formed daisy chain, each woman's mouth on another's pussy, licking and kissing every way she knew how. It was a wonder that no neighbor decided to call the police, as all the simultaneous shouting and yelling almost felt like someone was in danger.

But of course, the situation in there was far from dangerous. It was 13 beautiful R&B singers, who left all their problems, thoughts and worries at the door as they came for a night to remember. And indeed, a night to remember it was.