Showtime [part 10 (3/4)]

[anonymous]

Showtime
To Catch a Falling Star
Part 10 (section 3)
By Anonymous




Steve changed in the spare room while the girls got ready in Sarah's room. The
stench of sex was unmistakable, "So how was he last night?" Jennifer asked. "Oh
the usual." Sarah grinned slyly. "I can't believe you guy's are sharing him like
this, let alone with what three other women?" Charisma wondered. Sarah and Love
exchanged glances. "Besides I thought you two were a couple?" She continued.
Jennifer held the older women by the hands, "Sarah and I are still very much
devoted to one another. You have to realize it's much deeper than a physical or
even emotional thing. If it were only that, we'd have started fighting a long
time ago. It's really spiritual in a way Steve has somehow filled a void in our
lives unlike anyone else. He is kind of like a dog who just loves you without
question, or judgement, and will take a big bite out of anyone who want's to
hurt you. He makes no demands, and expects no rewards." Sarah sat down beside
her co-star, "I believe we are very lucky to have a man like Steve in our lives,
and it's not the we have to share him, we want to share him. In his own strange
way he's brought us all closer together." Sarah's cat sat on the windowsill,
eyeing them as the trio of beauties stripped off their clothes and changed.

Charisma eyed them wearily, "What about the sex? I mean is that out of guilt?"
Sarah smiled, "Guilt, let me tell you, Steve is the last one to try and smooth
talk his way in to your bed. You practically have to drag him into bed."
Jennifer laughed, "That's true I had to throw myself at him, for a second there
I thought he was gay." Charisma changed into a pair shorts her long tanned legs
slipped through the legs. "Well I hope you guys are practicing safe sex." Sarah
put a comb in her hair, "Of course, we've all been checked and we stay within
the group." She looked at them conspiratorially, "Is he that good?" The two
vixens giggled, "Satisfaction guaranteed, every time." They replied. "Every
time?" Charisma questioned. "Like that battery bunny on TV, He just keeps going
and going." They laughed. "Wow, could I get in on it?" She inquired. The girls
looked at her with pity, "Sorry members only. But since you're one of the first
clients to sign up, maybe you could get a special introductory offer." He heard
the girls laughing inside, as he banged on the door. "You guys ready?" They
stopped giggling, "Ready in a minute!" Jennifer yelled.

They spent the rest of the morning skating along nearby streets, Steve was
getting the hang of it, but the girls were way faster. Not that he minded,
lagging behind gave him a great view of their butts. The girls were all wearing
regular sports shorts not the fashion colored spandex stuff. But the fit was
still nice and tight enough to accentuate their best sides. Charisma could sure
skate good, her long legs made effortless strides as she drifted along the
pavement. Sarah and Jennifer sometimes had to hoof it to keep up with her. After
an hour they went back to Sarah's and lounged around drinking papaya juice.
Steve then gathered his stuff and left for the office. The girls headed for a
quick shower, after which they read scripts for next week's shows.

By the end of January the group was ready to make its pitch. A few nights before
Jennifer Love had crashed at the house after a particularly late shooting of her
show "Party of Five." The company house was closer to the studio than her own by
a good half an hour. She took an empty bedroom not wanting to disturb Steve who
was already in sound asleep. At 2AM a thunderstorm began rumbling in the night
sky overhead. Jennifer awoke with a start, she still had not outgrown her
childhood fear of storms, they where so powerful and loud. She sat there bravely
for a moment, her blankets wrapped around her like a protective wall. A sudden
flash erupted in the night lighting it up like high noon, the accompanying bang
shook the young actress. The rain came down in sheets. Jennifer decided her
blanket wall wasn't quite as solid as she hoped. Leaping out of bed she quickly
threw her baby blue robe over the black Rebook t-shirt she was sleeping in.
Jennifer walked down the dark hall very fast to Steve's bedroom door, hoping to
get there before the next crash of thunder.

She listened outside the door for a moment and then knocked, as she did so a
loud clap shook the house.
Jennifer pushed open the door quickly and shot inside closing it behind her. Her
breathing was fast and panting, as she leaned on the door, looking at the bed
she could see it was empty. "Jennifer are you okay?" She jumped at the sound of
his voice. Scanning the room she saw he was sitting in a chair over by the
window. "Yea I'm fine, just checking to see if you where okay." She stammered.
He smiled the soft light, another flash lit up the sky, and the terrified girl
hustled over to him. "Thank you how thoughtful." He said quietly. "Did shooting
go over time tonight?" She came over and sat on the window seat facing him.
"Yeah, that melon head Scott can never get his lines right, and he's a pathetic
kisser. God knows what Alyssa ever saw in him." Steve grinned, "Well she was
young and in love." She pulled her robe around her. "I hope you don't mind me
dropping in without calling." He shook his head. "Not at all. I'm glad to have
you on a night like this." Curling her bare legs underneath her she looked out
the window.

Turning back to Steve she could see he was smiling a bit. A sudden bolt of
lighting came down and scared the living day lights out of her. Jennifer
screamed as if she had just discovered a dead body in the closet. Steve held his
arms open and she jumped into his lap like a frightened puppy. He closed his
arms around her quivering shoulders. "You know the first time I saw you in the
airport, you reminded me so much of Kim-Ji." Jennifer put her head on his chest,
he had been drinking alcohol on his breath was strong. "The Korean girl?" His
fingers touched the side of her face, "You have the same big brown eyes, long
flowing black hair, and the way you smiled. But it was only for a moment."
Jennifer lifted her head up and watched as he stared out the window gazing at
the rain. Getting up from his lap she pulled at him to get up out of the chair.
"Come on let's go back to bed, I want to give you something special."

Guiding him back to the ruffled bed Jennifer took off his things and sat him
down in the middle. She sat cross-legged in front of him. Reaching up she undid
the clip holding her hair in a knot. Shaking her head she fluffed out her long
strands letting them fall over her shoulders. Then stripping off her robe and
t-shirt Jennifer lifted his hands holding them to her voluptuous breasts. "Not
tonight Jen I'm sorry, I –I can't Jennifer I just... " Leaning forward she
silenced his protests with a kiss. "It's okay, it's okay." She whispered
reassuringly giving him a hug.

She moved his hands over her ample tits feeling them rotate under his palms.
Reaching down for his flaccid penis the young accomplished brunette, massaged
him gently to a stiff erection, then pushing him on to his back as she straddled
his penis and positioned herself over it. Love was only slightly moist and had
to rub the tip of his penis along her slit to make it wet enough for a painless
penetration. Steve almost shot his load all over her pussy before she had even
got it in. When they did join he gave himself to Jennifer completely. She set
the pace as they made love with care and passion blended together. He feasted on
her breasts as they dangled before him. Alternating between flesh and areola,
from one hardening nipple to the other, the sensations from her tits drove
Jennifer wild as she quickened her humping on his dick. Steve was being banged
into the bedsprings.

When he couldn't take anymore he pulled her down on top of him and rolled over
trapping Jennifer below him. Her response was to wrap her legs around his waist
pushing him deeper inside her. She felt him pushing up against her cervix
threatening to break through into her womb. Jennifer licked the salty tears from
his face, and kissed his eyelids as he trembled in her arms. Steve exploded
within the young girl as a bolt of lighting touched off outside, his seed
painted her birth canal with it's off white spray. Jennifer clamped her legs
around him tighter and whimpered a soft cry. Then she went limp holding him
close as her cunt had spasms of orgasmic heaven. When she was done Steve removed
his depleted penis and curled himself around her. The storm was moving off into
the distance, only a gentle rain fell on the roof, as they quietly they drifted
off to sleep.

The sun rose quickly Steve awoke to the sound of the shower running. He sneaked
in behind her, "Morning." She jumped as he grabbed her, "Hey! You're feisty this
morning." She said struggling out of his grip. "I slept great." She turned
around and smiled, "Me too." Jennifer watched as he sank to his knees between
her legs. "What are you doing?" She asked knowingly. He looked up at her nude
wet figure. "I just want to give you a head start on the day." His tongue felt
so good when it licked her cunt folds, Jennifer went up the wall when he slipped
it inside her pink parts. After only five minutes of Steve cleaning her pussy
with his tongue she creamed her girl cum all over his face. He had to drink a
lot of it the water to keep from drowning, Jennifer pulled him back up giving
Steve a deep affectionate kiss. "That definitely got my day off to a good
start." He held her hand with Jennifer lowered herself to the floor, and
returned the favor. Steve was a bit embarrassed when he came in her mouth less
than a minute later. Jennifer was also surprised when he came sooner than
expected, but true to form she swallowed all of his seed that didn't leak out of
her mouth and dribble down her chin. "Don't worry." She pampered. He blushed,
"You won't tell the other's will you?" Jennifer smiled, "It'll be our little
secret."

They showered off and got out. Jennifer wrapped herself in a big towel and went
back to her room to dress.
Steve quickly shaved and dressed, stopping by Jennifer's room he knocked on the
door. The hair dryer inside stopped. "Come in!" He heard her yell loudly. "What
do you want for breakfast?" He said poking his head in. "Just cereal and fruit."
He leered at her nearly naked body sitting in front of the vanity table.
Today's choices were a black shear under-wire bra, and matching hi cut panties.
She hadn't put the bra on yet. She had her left arm over her head bent at the
elbow. With her right hand she was pressing her left breast with two fingers
moving them in small circles. He realized she was checking for lumps. "You
okay?" She nodded just doing my monthly exam. "Your a little young for that
aren't you?"

She got up and moved to the bed. "It's never to early to start. Can you help
me?" We went over and sat besides her as she lay back stretching her arms behind
her head. Jennifer explained the procedure to him and what he should be feeling
for. With light pressure he probed her breasts with the tips of his fingers,
which wobbled like mounds of jello, he was so scared of finding a bump or
something. He was so relieved when he found nothing, pulling her up he hugged
her tightly. Jennifer looked down at her breasts, "Do you think they're too
big?" He looked at her small frame and large glands, "I don't know, I not
carrying them around all day. Maybe the rest of you will grow into them, you're
still young." She looked up at him with all the insecurities of a teenager.
"Steve I could really use a guy's opinion on this, and I you're the only man I
can trust. I was thinking of having them deconstructed, maybe down to Sarah's
size, or smaller. Should I have my breasts reduced?" He held his breath for a
second.

Taking both of her hands in his he smiled at her worried expression. "Yes I
think you should have the reduced, but only if it makes you feel better. You do
whatever your comfortable with Jennifer, it's your body. Everyone else's opinion
is secondary, so if you decide to have them reduced, I'll support you all the
way. Or if decide to keep them that's fine too, I like you for who you are, and
not how big they are." Jennifer leaned against him her firm globes warming his
chest. "You'd still like me if my breasts were A-cups?" He hugged her. "Hey I'm
crazy about Jennie aren't I? And she's not that big." Love rested her head on
his shoulder, "But she's so much more beautiful." Turning her face the mirror he
smiled at her. "That is the face that millions of young boys get wet over every
night. Boobs or no boobs, I'm sure your true friends, family and fans will stick
with you." She nodded, "What about my career?" Steve patted her head in a
fatherly manner, "You're a good actress, I don't think you want your career
decided by your bust line do you?" She shook her head, "I guess not." Jennifer
gave him a gentle squeeze, "Thanks for being so honest, I'll think about it." He
patted her on the back. "Hey I couldn't lie to you if I tried." They kissed a
bit and then he pulled back. "Close your eyes." Her eyes closed Love heard
something rustling like metal on metal. Draping it around her soft scented
shoulders he drew the chain up between her cleavage and fastened around her
slender neck. "Okay you can look now." He ordered. "It's lovely. But I can't
take it." She fingered her necklace and looked down. In the middle hung a small
jade crucifix; its green smooth polished face shone in the morning rays. "It was
Kim's. Now I want you to have it." He said stringing it around her neck. She
fingered the gem hanging between her breasts, not quite knowing what to say. "No
I can't, you should give this to Bridget, or Alyssa." He bent over and hugged
the confused girl.

"When Kim and her father decided to defect they knew the risks, so did I. It's
partly my fault she died, but what hurt the most, is that we. I didn't get to
tell her how much I really loved her, and I never got to say goodbye." She held
his arms over her chest. "Last night I felt as if I had done both." Jennifer
Love turned slightly kissing the side of his face. "Thank you, I'll accept it,
but under one condition." Steve looked at her curiously, "Oh, extortion?"
Jennifer pulled his hands around her waist as they looked at each other in the
mirror. "Would you be my Dad?" Steve was taken aback a bit. "Huh?"

As bad as Sarah's parents divorce was Jennifer's was worst. Her real father
ditched the family when she was very young, her mom remarried but her stepfather
was gone by the time she was eleven. So she had two fathers to despise, when
Steve had left it was like loosing her dad all over again. "Well I don't mean
legally but, like Sarah. If I find the right guy and get married. Would you
stand in as my father on my wedding day?" He kissed her soft warm cheek,
"Jennifer, I'd stand in for the groom on your wedding day." She gave him small
slap up side the head. "Just kidding. It will break my heart to give you two
away but I'd be honored." Jennifer pressed his hands against her tight abs.
"Thanks that makes me so happy. I only hope I can find a man just like you. Well
maybe with a better taste in music."

He scowled, "I like your singing don't I?" She half turned, "Only cause I sing
in the shower." Kissing the top her head, he gave her tits a firm squeeze.
Jennifer shrugged him off, "Oh you men are all the same." Steve backed out of
the room and closed the door behind him laughing.

It didn't take long before Jennifer confided in the group about the night she
and Steve shared. He had expected it, the girls shared everything about him.
This was one reason they never had any squabbles, he wasn't surprised a couple
of days later when the others put in requests for gold bracelets, and diamond
pendants. He reminded them that they were supposed to buy him things.

At the end of January they assembled in a sound stage at Universal Studios,
there were almost a thousand actors/actresses, singers/musicians, directors,
mingled in were a few sports figures and media celebrities. A small stage was
set up at the front with a slide projector, dais, and chairs, pamphlets were
handed out and microphones were suspended from the ceiling over the audience so
they could ask questions. A sound technician was in the booth at the back so he
could turn on and off separate mikes, as people in different areas stood up. He
also controlled the mikes at the front used for the presentation.

The invitations had been collected and counted 876 people out of 954 invitees, a
good turn out. The doors were locked and studio guards posted outside. The
overhead lights dimmed and the stage lights activated, Heather looked every inch
Amanda Woodward as she walked up on stage. She gave a short overview of the
events that had overtake the last four months of their lives, and an explanation
of why they had created the agency. Most people knew the story already and had
been told a bit about the company Steve and the girls had formed.

Many people were surprised when Heather turned the main presentation over to
Jennifer Love and Sarah-Michelle. She then went to sit in the audience with the
other girls, each of whom was planted next to a key person on the client list.
For instance Alyssa sat with Arnold Schwarzenegger and his wife Maria Shriver.

They had already signed up, but she was there to answer any on the spot
questions for them. He had his wife had come there as a show of support for the
girls. They had remembered meeting Steve at the restaurant months ago with
Alyssa, Heather, Sarah, and Jennie. They were quietly taken into a very limited
confidence. Alyssa was like a daughter to Arnold, and he would have terminated
that guy like a bug.

It was Steve's idea to have Sarah and Jennifer do the "show" the main reason is
that this would establish their importance in the company, that they were actual
officers and not just hood ornaments. The second reason was he hoped this would
also assist their careers grow in terms of being seen in an adult role. After
all most of the audience was made up of people they worked with on both sides of
the cameras. Lastly this was after all still a visual presentation, and who
better to hold the attention of 400 men than a couple of college age girls
oozing of cuteness. Not that any of the others could have done it, but it was
much easier with the younger two. Of course the audience knew that was one of
the reasons why Steve had put them up there, but like crowd watching a magician,
fooling them into believing the rabbit came out of the hat, they didn't seem to
mind. Both wore pastel colored business suits with skirts longer than Ally
McBeal's, barely. Steve sat quietly on stage with seven other key employees,
listening and watching.

Sarah started off a bit nervous at first but soon finding her rhythm. Even Steve
found it difficult not to stare at her legs. As she explained the Knight Owl
Agency or KOA was formed to protect the privacy, and interests of celebrities
and their families, from the increasing intrusions of public media, over zealous
fans, and unethical business dealings. It was not merely an investigation
agency, but a watchdog for the entertainment and media industry. Also it was
connected to some of the most reputable legal, accounting, and insurance firms
across the country.

At a certain point Jennifer took over, she went on to explain that the company
had hired some of the top retired experts in their fields, and a private
detective agencies, thereby gaining the best of both worlds. Others were
carefully selected and screened from various law enforcement agencies from all
three levels of government. While going over the goals of the agency Jennifer
was careful to state that while they didn't not intend to run any tabloids out
of business, they were going to make sure their stories were more accurate in
the future. While the celebrities would still have to put up with photographers
it wouldn't be during private moments or in their faces. In closing she pointed
out that one thing KOA would not do is provide bodyguards. Although it would be
happy to recommend reputable companies and work with them in whatever manner
necessary to ensure their clients safety. As she finished the crowd broke into a
respectable applause. The girls waited for the noise to die down and then
introduced Steve, stepping up the podium. He hugged Sarah and Jennifer, "Hey you
two did great, no one fell asleep." They grinned and left the stage to sit with
their peers.

He looked out among the gathered guests, they seemed interested yet some how
skeptical. He began by thanking the girls for this special opportunity they had
entrusted him with and for their hard work in the past few weeks. He then went
on to introduce the seven department heads sitting patiently behind him.
Dan Brook former FBI special investigator, Susan Clark ret. District Attorney of
LA, Rick Mallon ex. Chief Editor San Francisco Chronicle, Leslie Jenkins ex.
photo journalist of NY Times, Marcus Green retired CEO of accounting firm Bert &
Ernie, Emily Smith former V.P of Sony Records, Helena Troy former computer
systems engineer for Microsoft, and last but not least Sandy Bellamy.

Nobody could see the ear piece Dan was wearing, As a precaution Steve had a two
surveillance teams outside, watching the building, and a third team monitoring
the area electronically, for listening devices. He knew he could not gather such
a large number of celebrities, and not have someone get curious. He didn't want
the press getting wind of this until he was ready for them. Although it was
ironic that ten of the guests were reporters themselves, including Joan Lundon,
Deborah Norville, and Katie Couric. "We are here not to change the world, but to
make your little corner of it bit more bearable. No more weddings under tents,
helicopters over your back yards, or being taken to court on unfounded
accusations. The people on this stage behind me have spent most of their careers
working in a system we all know doesn't work to well. They know every loophole,
and short cut there is, and now they're going to work for you as a team. Now I
thank you for you patience and will take any questions you have."

George Clooney got up and waved his hand, Steve acknowledged his presence. "Mr.
Colt from what I've read and heard today, it seems that your approach here is
and if you'll excuse this expression. Hire a thief to catch a thief?' Steve
nodded "That's correct Mr. Clooney, that's exactly why we have a people with
varied backgrounds on our staff, everyone from lawyers, doctors, and reporters.
" George nodded and sat down.

Christie Brinkley stood up, looking every inch a supermodel. "Mr. Colt." His
name sounded so sexy when she said it. "Please call me Steve." The girls hid
their disgust. "Steve, this fee seems a bit low for the services you're
offering, is this two percent of gross earnings just a retainer fee." He smiled
almost forgetting what she had said, remembering she was still single. "Actually
that is a flat service fee, if we actually do work on a case specifically for
you, Miss Brinkley. We will only charge the clients for additional expenses,
such as travel, and equipment, not for time. The initial fee and funding from a
blind trust will ensure the agencies operation for the time being. God did she
still look great despite her age, he hoped she signed up.

"This blind trust where does the money come from?" Christie asked cutely. He
smiled kindly, "The funding will come from various insurance companies many of
you maybe with, the screen actors guild and musicians union, also other
organizations which have an interest in your careers. It's a blind trust so to
prevent any conceived conflict of interests. Also remember that two percent of
gross earnings is still quite a tidy sum for some of the people in this room.
Thereby the more affluent celebrities will be helping those without Oscars. "
That got a laugh from everyone in the room. "No one will be turned away because
of financing, we call it the Rebecca policy." Christie nodded in understanding.
Rebecca Schaeffer was a young prominent actress just starting in her first
sitcom, not even famous yet and when some obsessed fan showed up at her
apartment one day and shot her dead. Christy sat down on her trim rounded
derri*re. Steve noted her young daughter was with her, she looked only about
twelve years old. "Thank God she has her moms eyes." He thought.

Oprah Winfry rose from her seat. "Steven please don't take this the wrong way.
But you're asking us to place an awful lot of trust and personal information in
your company. I know it won't be misplaced by you, but how can we be sure that
say a junior member of the staff doesn't write a tell all book one day?" He
braced himself against the podium. "Fair enough question Miss Winfry. We will
have all the usual legal safe guards in place, hopefully we can make the working
environment and benefits so attractive that our employees will feel like family.
The agency will have excellent health plans, including dental benefits, in
house-subsidized daycare, and a workout center. Failing that our people will be
very aware of the agencies capabilities, should they attempt to venture out on
their own." Oprah reassured by his answers sat down.

Maria Shriver shyly stood up, "Mr. Colt what about domestic disputes, between
two clients." Steve shuffled a bit, "We would work with the authorities in that
event, and help enforce whatever decision handed down by the courts. If both
spouses were clients, we would handle there their cases on an individual basis.
However we would not become involved before the police, the same goes for
divorces, we would only assist in enforcing courts rulings. Our firm is
primarily concerned with external threats." She sat down, Arnold looked at her
oddly she patted his hand and smiled.

On the other side of the aisle a young boy stood up, "Hi my names Jonathan
Taylor Thomas." Steve was glad to see many of the child actors and actresses had
showed up, they were among the most vulnerable of the group. "Is there any truth
to all the rumors about you being with the CIA?" A hush rose up from the crowd,
Steve put his hands up like Moses. "Glad you asked Jonathon. I've been meaning
to clear that up for sometime now." The girls looked at one another worriedly,
it was the one obvious question they forgot to anticipate. "My answer to that
is, no comment." He said sternly. The young man smiled, "So can I take that as a
yes." Steve smiled back. "Take it anyway you like." Heather stood up alone, the
crowd looked to her for answers, "Mr. Colt has gathered much experience in his
past, which is why we want him to run our agency. The members of the Board have
extensive knowledge about his past, which for security reasons we will not
divulge. He does have our complete unequivocal trust, and respect." She sat down
in the silence.

Seeing that there were no more questions he asked the members of the Board to
come up on stage. The girls walked up, and shook hands with him and the other
execs. Steve needlessly introduced them to their own colleagues announcing that
Miss Milano would serve as Chairperson for the first year. She smiled and took
over the proceedings. She briefly explaining that the board would set company
polices, based on the advice of senior management, Mr. Colt would merely have an
advisory capacity, in this regard and over see their implementation. She thanked
everyone for attending, and asked them to join in the refreshments set up in the
stage next door. The huge dividing wall was opened up to reveal tables and
chairs setup on the other side, buffet was catered to by a professional service,
but it was served by KOA junior staff, researchers, secretaries, legal aids,
etc. Each wearing a deep green shirt with a pink owl crest in the left side of
the chest, same as Steve's medallion. Steve knew that the girls and senior staff
couldn't talk to everyone at this meeting, so each "server" was briefed on the
agencies plans enough to handle basic questions.

The pink owl was the first fight Steve had with the girls, he said no one would
hire a company that had a pink owl for a logo. "May as well call it Hooters." He
complained. In reference to the infamous chain of restaurants which dressed its
waitresses in skimpy shorts and cut off t-shirts which barely covered them with
the word Hooters emblazoned across the chest. The O's prominently displayed over
the breasts.
The girls argued that most of the clients would be women so a pink logo would be
more comforting, Steve lost the argument along with a small chunk of his male
pride.

The cocktail hour went fine, the girls introduced the KOA managers around, and
most people showed an interest in the agency. Steve got to meet Garth Brooks,
Robert Mitchum, Brook Shields, Micheal Jackson and Alec Baldwin. He also renewed
acquaintances with, Sidney Portier, Val Kilmer, and Robert Redford along with
may others he had met in the past.

Steve was talking with Gene Hackman when Jennie came over with Shannon Doherty,
"I just wanted to say hello Steve." Shannon smiled, "Nice to see you again
Shannon." She shook hands with both Steve and Gene. Jennie offered her hand to
Gene who smiled at her radiant beauty. "It looks like you're a hit." Shannon
continued. Steve smiled, "Well it was all the girls idea, I just made a few
phone calls." He was vaguely aware of the rough ride the press had given her
when she left 90210. Her career had never really recovered, thought she was
still doing about two movies a year they were all made for TV.

While Gene was talking to Jennie, Holly-Marie Combs came over with Alyssa in
tow, "Hi Shannon, Steve that was a wonderful presentation." He smiled, "Hello
Holly, thanks I was just saying the girls actually put it together, I was just
the egg in the flour." She smiled knowingly at Alyssa, "Uh huh." Steve glanced
at Holly innocently, remembering their little petit four. He could see the
hunger in her eyes. The awkward lull was broken by Aaron Spelling joining the
group, "Congratulations to all of you splendid piece of work." He praised
Jennie, Alyssa, and Steve. The girls beamed at the God of TV, "Thanks Aaron."
Jennie replied to her boss. "I must say you seem quite prepared." Jennie smiled
diminutively. "Ready as we'll ever be." Tori was with him, she smiled at them in
a perky manner, her eyes flirting with Steve. Gene broke into the conversation,
"It's going to be nice getting those photo vultures off our backs." Aaron nodded
in agreement. "Yes it will, and maybe a background check on a boyfriend or two
wouldn't hurt either." His daughter looked at him sourly, "Daddy!" The group
chuckled at her. Aaron shook hands with Jennie, Steve and Alyssa, once more and
bid the group goodbye. Steve noticed a peculiar expression on his face when he
looked at Alyssa, Holly, and Shannon standing together. As the old man walked
away they could hear him muttering to himself, "Charming absolutely charming."

Gene got into a private conversation with Tori Spelling, while Jennie and Alyssa
moved on to other potential clients. That left Steve alone with Holly, and
Shannon. They made him tell the stories about his medals, they seemed keen on
getting to know him. He was really at a disadvantage since they knew more about
him that he knew of them. Shannon was Jennies first true love, and they had kept
in touch even after she left 90210. He had only recently become intimately
acquainted with Holly. While in the middle of a story several others gathered
around, Lauren Holly (recently divorced), David Hasselhoff, Kelly Packard,
Jennifer Aniston and Kelsy Gramer. "Weren't you ever scared?" Kelly asked at the
end. Steve grinned, "In my job fear is not an option." they all chuckled
politely. Steve was wondering how to ask David if he could get in on a taping of
Baywatch. Nah the girls would crucify him. Kelly reminded him a younger Jennie
she still had that lovely long golden blonde hair, small tits, and sleek tanned
legs. He stopped ogling her before one of the girls spotted him. Kelly just gave
him a sweet smile that could turn a pit bull into a lap dog.

Excusing himself he went over to where Winona, and Jennifer where talking
between themselves.
"Looks like we are getting a positive response." He remarked as he joined them.
They smiled and nodded in agreement. Before they could discuss it further he
spotted Alyssa's friend Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillippe with them was a
rather nervous looking young girl. "Who's that?" Jennifer turned and waved for
the young teenager to join them. "That's Natalie Portman, she's model/actress."

"Rather young isn't she?" He observed. "She's sixteen, and going to be starring
in the new Star War's movie. They say she's going to be the next…" Jennifer let
out a sigh, "Winona Ryder." Winona chuckled. "It killed you to say that, didn't
it." Jennifer-Love made a face. "I hate her, everyone thinks she so perfect, so
pretty and innocent. Men look at her and they see cute girl, they look at me and
see boob girl. And Ryan he thinks he's so suave." Steve stroked Jennifer's
feelings, "Now Love jealousy is one thing that does not look good on you." Two
girls joined them Reese made the introductions. Natalie was already acquainted
with Jennifer. Ryan just nodded and smiled at his former co-star from IKWYDLS.

He remembered the summer they worked together. He tired everything he could to
get into Jennifer's panties only to be deflected, again and again. After failing
with her he set his sights on Sarah only to get the same friendly rejections. He
was so pissed, he was sure they were lesbians, but the furthest he ever got was
watching them undress in their trailers from the holes he drilled one night. Man
did Jennifer ever have nice tits. He smiled at her again recalling the time he
watched her masturbate. "I'm so pleased to meet you." Natalie said shaking
Winona's hand. "You've always been a big inspiration to my career." Winona took
the complement with grace. Natalie turned to Steve "I'm very glad to meet you
Mr. Colt, Reese has told me so much about you."

Steve smiled warmly, she reminded him of Alyssa when she was in her teens. "All
good I hope." The teen laughed and nodded. "I'm looking forward to having you go
over my application." Jennifer wanted to wring her prefect little neck. Steve
kept smiling, "Well I won't be doing any applications personally, but if you
have any questions feel free to give me a call." The young girl was slightly
embarrassed, but she quickly recovered. "Oh I will." Winona patted her on the
back, "You can call me as well." She was thrilled to be invited by her icon.

Steve asked Reese about her next movie, "Cruel Intentions." She would be playing
a sweet innocent virgin opposite a sluty scheming tramp played by
Sarah-Michelle. When Steve found out about the project he quickly offered to
help Sarah study her role. Jennifer was not enthusiastic when she learned about
the lesbian-kissing scene between Sarah and co-star Selma Blair. "Okay but no
tongue." She warned. Reese spied Ryan flirting with Jennifer, she shot him a
side glance. When she saw Alyssa across the way, they excused themselves, and
made their way over to her.

Steve watched as they walked away. "Don't even think about it Steve." Winona
warned. "If you try to get a piece of Reese. Then the next time you want to
scratch, you'll have to get you balls out of Alyssa's purse." Steve laughed off
the suggestion, but secretly wondered if a threesome with Alyssa would be
possible. He observed the way they seemed to rub breasts as they hugged.
Jennifer was guarded. "If Salma puts the moves on Sarah, I'll write her name and
number in the personal ad's section of every paper in the city.

Steve saw Sigourney Weaver and Alyssa talking with Peta Wilson and Melissa Joan
Hart. He remembered Alyssa did a lingerie shoot with them for FHM magazine.
Thankfully Alyssa saw Steve looking in their direction and waved him over, he
casually ambled towards them like John Wayne. Sigourney gave him a sincere
affectionate hug. "Haven't seen you in awhile." He kissed her on the cheek. "Too
long." Alyssa introduced him to Peta and Melissa. He definitely wanted them to
join up

They were burning up the airways on TV. Melissa was one of the highest paid
actresses for her age, and Peta was in constant demand. There was something
about Australians that Americans just couldn't get enough of, she had the
brightest bluest eyes he had ever seen. While Melissa's breasts were as big as
Alyssa's, he wouldn't mind stirring her witch's pot. Both women were friendly
and seemed affable, he listened to their questions and comments, but just
couldn't get that picture of them in their underwear out of his head. Alyssa
smiled and helped him answer their questions. Satisfied they shook hands and
moved on.

"No Steve." Alyssa commented. He looked at her. "You were thinking about me
Peta, and Melissa in our undies weren't you." He was a bit surprised she had
made such comment in front of Sigourney. "Well I must admit it was quite a
photograph." The two film stars chuckled, "I'll have all the girls sign a copy
okay." Sigourney looked at him slyly, "I should careful before you start
thinking of me in my underwear
Steve." He smiled and smacked his forehead, "Doh! Too late." She stroked his
cheek, "Dream on."

Sigourney was of course already committed. The last time he had seen her was
when he was in hospital just before he got out. She had come in with Winona, he
wondered if she and Winona were planning to have him implant them with his
little Aliens.

Looking across the way he saw Heather and Bridget in the midst of what seemed
like heaven, standing with a group of supermodels, Christie Brinkley, Elle
MacPherson, Kathy Ireland, Rachel Hunter, and Nikki Taylor. Steve not to
gracefully detached himself from Alyssa, and Sigourney on the pretense of
checking on Bridget. He casually ambled over at warp speed.

He got a bit of a shock when he discovered John and Rebecca Romijn-Stamos were
with the group. Rebecca smiled as she and Steve were reacquainted, he also knew
Kathy Ireland though not to the same extent. Bridget's heart warmed over as she
saw the supermodels looking her stud up and down with approval. For once she had
something they didn't and would never get their paws on. As the group talked
about the agency Lori Loughlin joined them. Steve tried not to become hard at
the sight of her, remembering their menage a trios in the restaurant. Christie
and Elle noticed a slight but promising bulge in his pants as he talked to the
girls. The two SI model's exchange a quick glance.

The meeting wound down people began to filter out, from all accounts they had
been a huge success over 80 percent of the crowd had shown a strong interest in
signing up. Over the next few days they would begin an intensive application
procedure for those who wanted to join up.

The next few days were hectic to say the least, clients could not just sign up
for the service they had to apply. As celebrities can be as good or bad as the
regular population, the troublemakers were weeded out.
The agency didn't want have clients who attracted attention, so people like
Dennis Rodman, and Tommy Lee were not approached. The girls and Steve were happy
to find their junior staff efficient, conscious, and friendly people. It took a
couple of months for them to learn their jobs, but most importantly people got
along well. The management relied heavily on Steve for the first few weeks, but
were soon able to get the feel of things.

When the existence of the Knight Owl Agency became know to the general public it
was almost a complete surprise, all along the media had thought Steve and the
girls were forming a personal security agency along the lines of providing
bodyguards to celebrities. The revelation that it was an intelligence company
like the CIA hit them like a bomb. They knew they would have to be very careful
from now on. They published articles about freedom of the press, and free speech
but no on paid much attention. Then they tried to dig up dirt on Steve only to
find there wasn't anything. Any attempt to find out about his C.I.A. dealings
was blocked at every turn. So the tabloids published their usual photos of Steve
and the girls in public, with innuendoes and gossip. Later Steve and Winona
would jointly sue the National Enquirer for ten million dollars, in the first
KOA backed lawsuit, for claims that Winona was pregnant with his child. The
judge awarded them six million. Steve put his share into the company, Winona
split hers between the company and charities.

Sandy had proven to be as efficient and discreet as she was beautiful. Steve was
still miffed that they had stolen his personal secretary/ex-stripper from him.
He didn't get along with bible thumping Rose they had saddled him with. Almost
from day one they had a run in, when Steve discovered she had refused to accept
delivery of the mini-fridge he had ordered for his office. He tried to fire her
only to be reminded that he didn't hire her in the first place. Storming into
Heather's office he told her Rose what had done and demanded a replacement.
Heather said she'd take care of it.

The next morning he came in Rose was still at her desk, which had flowers on it.
She smiled and thanked him for the bouquet. He smiled back at her with a good
idea who had really sent them. In the coffee room he found Heather, "I thought
you were going to get rid of that Mother Superior." Heather softened him with
her pale blue eyes. "Nope, she was right you're not having a fridge in your
office so you can drink your lunch hour away. And you will apologize to Rose for
yesterday." He turned around, and stomped out muttering something about having
prayers in the morning.

Sandy on the other hand was a pleasure to work with, although she was careful
not to let flirting get out of hand. She really like working for the girls and
as much as she found Steve cute, in a puppy kind of way, no man was worth losing
her job over. Sometimes she could feel him undressing her with his eyes, she was
half tempted to do her old routine for him. She was sure he had a nice big pole
for her to slide down.

Steve dropped by Heather's ranch late one evening, it seemed like he always had
something he needed to go over with her lately. He noticed Courtney Thorne-
Smith's silver Audi in the driveway as he pulled up. Richie was in Pasadena
recording an album so Courtney was keeping her company. He knocked softly on the
door not wanting to wake up Eva. Heather greeted him in her usual pleasant
manner and lead Steve into the spacious wide-open living room with its broad
windows lining the back wall. Heather was wearing a pair black cotton shorts and
a white t-shirt

He was talking with Heather when Courtney came downstairs wearing just a purple
bath towel. "Who was at the door Heather?" She stopped at the foot of the stairs
as Steve looked up, his eyes traveled along her lightly bronzed legs to where
they disappeared under the thin flimsy cloth. "Ooh! Hi Steve." He could feel
tightness in his chest, as he gazed at the towel stretched over her still damp
breasts. "H-hi Courtney." He stuttered. She came over gave him a hug, he kissed
her politely on the cheek, and she sat next to Heather on the couch.

As she and Steve went over the papers, he kept looking at Courtney with his
peripheral vision. Heather enjoyed watching him squirm. Steve worked as fast as
he could knowing that with every passing minute the harder it would get. At one
point Courtney leaned forward with her legs slightly apart, the ends of the
towel fell between her parted thighs. He could almost see all the way up to
where they joined, darkness prevented him from seeing the light which came from
within. Courtney went out to the kitchen to get drinks for everyone. Steve tried
not to gulp down his beer while they talked. Thirty minutes later he was ready
to leave thank god. Heather gave him a casual kiss as he got up, Courtney still
wearing a towel got up gave him a hug. "Oh and by the way Steve in case you were
wondering." Heather grinned as she stood up. He looked at her slightly puzzled.
"Swoosh!" Went Courtney's towel as her friend ripped it away. Courtney covered
herself with one arm over her tits and her other hand cupping her pussy. "That's
what Courtney looks like naked." Heather stated. Steve looked away at first,
Heather and Courtney started giggling then broke out laughing. Then he peeked,
and stared at her sexy blonde body as she dropped her arms by her sides. "Well
what do you think?" She taunted. Heather eyed his response. "Well lovely, as
nice as Heather is, and that's all I'm saying."

She was a few years younger than Heather but just as good looking. Her breasts
naturally full and shapely with small pinky nipples which became hard in the
cool air. Her stomach had a slight curve to it but was by no means flabby. As he
had imagined a hundred times Courtney's pussy was a small triangle of thin curly
blonde hair leading down to her narrow thin lips of her vulva.

Steve lost all control as Godzilla rose from the depths, Courtney gasped at the
sizable tent in his pants.
Heather gave him a hug, "Relax Steve, she knows about our little group." He
looked at her suspiciously, "And I suppose you two are..." Courtney came over
and gave Heather a kiss on the lips. "Yep for a couple of years now." Steve felt
kind of embarrassed so Courtney retrieved her towel and covered up, as Heather
explained the situation to him.

She and Courtney had become lovers after Tommy had started abusing her, she
would escape to her place when things became unbearable. It was actually
Courtney who convinced her to ditch the bum. For Courtney it didn't take long
for her to figure out how close Heather was to Steve. It was more of a shock for
her when she found Heather and Alyssa taking a shower together in Heather's
trailer, on the set of Melrose Place. At first she was angry then they explained
the whole story to her. Courtney was quick to realize that sharing did have its
advantages. That was the first time she had a threesome. Like Holly she was
indoctrinated into the group for a week now, only Steve didn't know.

As she finished her story a small crying sound came from the baby monitor.
Heather got up, "I'll take care of that baby. Courtney you take care of this
one." Steve could hardly believe his ears as Heather left the room and Courtney
unbuttoned his shirt. "Relax you're about the only one I haven't done it with
yet, and I want to see if you're as good as they say you are." The picture of
her with each one of his playmates and his girlfriend made his blood flow
faster.

Soon they were both naked and as all the other women before her, Courtney was on
her knees before Steve. Tenderly sucking his erection, her eyes grew larger with
each inch of his manhood, which entered her mouth. She could only take the first
four inches, Steve didn't push to much. He found her to be adequate, and she
seemed willing to please. To make up for the lack of depth she used her tongue
to lick the underside of his cock and tease the edging of the head. She would
start at the base, and slowly lick his length with the flat top of her tongue
pressing it against his shaft. When she got to the end Courtney would make an O
with her mouth, and put it over him sucking as hard as she could. They would
have to teach her to how deep throat in the future.

She wondered how much it was going to hurt when she took him between her legs,
and prayed he didn't want to do her Greek style. Steve sensed her mouth was
tiring so he stopped her and slid his organ from her stretched lips as she
looked up at him hoping he was pleased. Pushing her back onto the couch her head
shot back as his tongue licked the crack between her lips. Courtney pulled her
knees further apart as he delved in to her sweet box of chocolates munching his
way to her cherry center. Shivers of timbers went up her spine as his lips
pressed against hers. If there was one thing Steve could do better than before
is was cunnilingus, the girls had made damn sure of that especially Alyssa,
Winona, Jennie, and Bridget.

Courtney's eyelids fluttered as he found her clitoris and began lapping at it
like a cat, her pussy warmed over like fresh pastry. He felt Courtney pressing
her sex against his mouth urging his tongue deeper inside her moistening hole.
He hands moved up over her hips along her soft slender sides to find her large
rounded breasts. A soft cry pasted her lips as his fingers brushed over her
nipples reading the bumps of her aureoles. She pressed the back of his head
firmly trapping his face between her thighs as she trembled with the slight
forming of an orgasm. Steve was now chewing on her clit with his lips rubbing it
in small circles driving Courtney wild her hips bucking on the couch as she
fucked his face.

He felt another presence and looked up to see Heather naked as sin climbing on
top of Courtney. She straddled her friend cozying her own muff up to hers. His
nose was actually in Heather's crack while Steve's tongue serviced her lover. He
now had to lick both their slits starting at the bottom of Courtney's swiping
his tongue all the way up and over Heather's tasty treat. Both girls shuddered
as his tongue tickled their fancies. Steve's hands were trapped between two
absolutely perfect sets of breasts as Heather's right tit lay in the other
blonde's cleavage. Things were becoming tense as their Venus mounds rubbed
against each other, Courtney pushed Heather's tongue out of her mouth breaking
the long kiss they were sharing. "Steve I need it, please take me." Heather
looked back over her shoulder. "Go ahead lover, fuck my bitches cunt."

Needing no further urging he pressed his aching erect penis into Courtney's
dripping wet snatch and plowed her furrowed ground. Being almost virginally
tight she screamed soundlessly upon his penetration, Courtney had only to men
before in her life both of average length but not as thick as Steve. Heather
enjoyed expression of agony on Courtney's face. "It's okay the pain will pass."
Heather covered Courtney's mouth with her own and held her down as Steve
stretched her vagina to the breaking point. Courtney felt pain as if she was
loosing her virginity all over again. He could feel her muscles tighten around
his shaft, Steve was afraid he wouldn't be able to get out. Courtney opened her
legs as wide as possible as he rammed in the last two inches. Painfully he
withdrew, letting her breathe a sigh of relief. It was short lived as he thrust
back in causing her to gasp again. It took a number of long savagely hard
thrusts to break her tight hold sufficiently for him to gain some sort of
comfort. Gradually they were immersed in their own warm juices, which allowed
them to enjoy fucking. Courtney moaned lazily as she began to experience the
pleasures of a bigger man. Heather no longer had to hold her down, but enjoyed
her reactions to Steve's pussy probes.

Not wanting to neglect his host, Steve slipped out of Courtney and shoved his
slime-coated prick into Heather's pretty package. She let out a long, "Oooohh!"
As his slick willy sought to comfort her.
Her nest was wonderfully warm and inviting, she pressed her strong love muscles
around his throbbing organ as if to say hello. After a few satisfying strokes he
pulled out and invaded Courtney again. All tension gone she squirmed her way on
to his pole eager to feel his head push against her cervix. She now began to
push back in an attempt to ride him, ready to cum on his command. Steve wasn't
sure how or where he was going to cum, but he knew it had to be soon. Courtney's
tightness was beginning to kill him.

So once again bringing her to edge, he pulled out and slipped into Heather's
easier passage. Any protest was muffled by Heather's tongue licking her own.
Heather rocked back and forth on his long john, her lips firmly anchored to
Courtney's, as their breast jiggled like jello. Steve's fingers were puling and
tweaking their nipples, which caused them to rub their womanly mounds into the
palms of his hands. Sensing Heather was nearing and orgasm he slowed down and
withdrew. She swore at him when he left her gaping hole and snuggled back into
Courtney sub compact. Heather rubbed her pussy harder against her friend's in a
vain attempt to relieve herself.

It only took a couple of hard swift thrusts to set Courtney off, her body
convulsed up as her orgasm exploded in her vagina, and up through her womb
spreading outwards to the rest of her body. "Oh God, Oh GOD, OH, OHH UGH!
Uuuughh! AHH! AAAAGGHHH!!" Steve helped Heather hold her down as the mini
eruption subsided. Then quickly he popped his still rock hardness out of her
satisfied customer and remounted Heather. Courtney's hand slipped down as she
gingerly fingered her newly enlarged crotch, two fingers now entered her with
ease. Her thumb played with her clit while it still burned with heat.

Like the others she had found Steve's organ to be just the right size for her.
If it where any larger it would have caused too much pain for her to enjoy. The
girls discovered that his cock would stretch them almost to the point where they
thought it would rip them open, but not quite. It gave them a mixed feeling of
intense agony mixed with an overwhelming feeling of sexual gratification. It was
like eating a meal and feeling full but not stuffed.

As Courtney lay used and happy beneath them, he rode Heather to the finish line.
Steve leaned forward asking her where she wanted it. Lifting her head for a
second she replied tiredly, "In my pussy, and in her mouth." Flattening her
shapely buttocks he shoved his male ego as far inside Heather's locket as
humanly possible. A stream of warm white splooge hosed her love tunnel cooling
down her scorching hot walls. Heather held him inside as her own climax formed
around his cock and vibrated through her womb. Feeling the second load about to
shoot out he dismounted her and gently pushed his love goddess aside.

Courtney sat up opening her mouth as the next blast hit her full in the face,
Steve directed the string of gooey semen onto her tongue as she stuck it out for
him to coat with his jizz. Heather watched as Courtney was baptized with jizz
splattered on her forehead, nose, lashing on to her cheeks and dripping from the
corners of her mouth. While he pumped the last drops of milky white ooze onto
her breasts, Courtney opened her mouth to show them all the sperm she had
collected. "Go on swallow his seed in your belly slut." Heather demanded.
Courtney closed her mouth and obeyed. Steve sat back watching as Heather's
tongue cleaned her slut's face then kissed her spitting more of his baby making
juice into her mouth. Courtney fed greedily cleaning the inside of Heather's
mouth with her tongue.

Almost done they descended on his now lifeless prick and licked him clean. Steve
smiled down upon them as the alternately sucked the end of his cock and mouthed
his shaft. Heather took a few minutes to teach Courtney the finer points of
giving head. Once he was hard again it only took a few tries before her mouth
and throat were stretch around his full member. Heather kissed his penis as it
bulged from within Courtney's neck. Heather made him throat fuck Courtney's
mouth to open her up good and wide. After few minutes he sent a renewed squirt
of cum directly into her belly. The younger Melrose Place actress smiled up at
him with her lips still wrapped around the base of his cock. He knew like the
other girls she was now one of his, and so did Courtney.

Later that week Steve dropped by the set of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He arrived
mid afternoon Sarah was in her dressing room with Charisma and Allyson. An
assistant producer took him to her. "Sarah you have a visitor." She was wearing
a lavender tank top, with a short green skirt, her trademark black stretch pants
covering those killer legs. "Hey Steve she waved, glad you could make it." She
hopped out of the chair and accepted restrained hug. Charisma smiled warmly and
shook his hand. Alyson followed suite. Charisma fitted into the orange fuzzy
sweater like a second skin, it was cut short ending just above her belly button.
It's v-neck showing a tantalizing glimpse of her tanned cleavage. The black
cotton mini skirt hugged her cheerleader thighs like there was no tomorrow.

Alyson was all covered up wearing a pair of brown pants and a yellow sweater,
but somehow still managed to look quite pretty. They had just started talking
when a gopher came and collected Sarah and Charisma for the next shoot. Alyson
was done for the day and said her good byes, kissing both her friends on the
cheek. "Bye Steve." Was all she said to him, in a really friendly sort of way.

On the set they where shooting a fight scene, Steve sat in the chair with
Sarah's name on it, for some reason it was a big thrill for him. The scene was
choreographed like a dance number everyone had a certain place at a certain
time. Steve couldn't help but cringe as the stunt men threw Sarah's stunt double
around the school hall like a rag doll, with Cordy cowering in fear as one of
the boys attempted to make her part of his dietary supplement. Just as it looked
like curtains Buffy grabbed a janitors mop when she was thrown into a closet and
came out to clean up. Bad boys began to disappear like mosquitoes in a bug
zapper. Cordillia got up off the floor and smoothed her clothes, "Some guy's
just can't take no for an answer huh." Buffy huffed, "Must be your perfume."
They did he scene in three takes and it took an hour.

Out of breath and her hair slightly ruffled she came off the set, "Well what do
think?" Steve smiled cautiously, "I'm glad you don't toss me around like that."
She smiled secretively, "Only in bed." He was about to respond when Charisma
came up to them. "I can't leave yet Sarah, they want to redo a shot I did this
morning." Sarah was wiping her self with a towel, "I have to get going, I have a
interview on MTV." She turned to Steve, "Charisma hitched a ride with me this
morning. Could you do me a big favor, and wait until she's finished and take her
home? " Steve looked around most of the rest of the cast were gone. Charisma
jumped in with, "I could take a cab if it's too much trouble." How could he
refuse, "No problem, I'd be happy to give you a lift." He said trying to be
casual. Sarah kissed them both on the cheek, "Thanks I'll see you later, I'm
gonna jump into a hot shower. Later Charisma." She left smiling to herself,
knowing that she had just left him with a mental image that would drive him
crazy, with no way to relieve himself. Charisma showed Steve her perfect white
smile, "Thanks Steve I won't keep you waiting too long." She walked over to the
director who was standing in her bedroom set. The scene was for her to be lying
on the bed talking with someone on the phone. Even though fully clothed Steve
couldn't help but having slightly impure thoughts about her, he felt so ashamed.


Afterwards they dove back to her place, she didn't even bother to change. Steve
wished she had, the combination tight sweater and mini skirt were distracting
his attention from the road. Her short skirt kept riding up her legs when
Charisma shifted in her seat. Finally they reached her residence a small three
bedroom house on the beach. The long legged brunette hopped out and closed the
car door leaning in the window. Steve really wished she hadn't done that as
gravity pulled her neckline down to give him a god sent view of her black shear
bra covered breasts, bulging to contain her large rounded tits. "Would you like
to come in for a drink or something." She asked innocently. He wanted to just
say no for both their sakes. He wanted to drive over to Winona's who lived the
closest and have mad unrelenting sex. But like a kid knowing that what he was
doing could get him in trouble, he accepted. As they walked to the front door,
he kept thinking to himself, "Look but don't touch, look but don't touch."

Upon entering her home his attention was captured by a large bay window
displaying a beautiful ocean sunset. Charisma went over and to the vertical
blinds and pulled them open a bit more her tits jiggling under the sweater which
was pulled up, almost exposing the bottom of her boobs, as she tugged on the
chain. "Do like the view?" She inquired, catching off guard, "Oh yees, it's
great." He stammered.
"That's why I bought this place I love watching sunsets." Steve just nodded and
smiled.

Charisma headed for the kitchen, "Why don't you have a sat and make yourself
comfortable. What can I get you to drink?" He wanted a double scotch, he needed
a double scotch. "Oh anything cold and fruity." He replied. What he really
needed was a cold shower, and a blindfold. She came back with two tall glasses
of Kiwi juice, and a plate of homemade oatmeal cookies. Steve was sitting in a
chair, not on the couch.

They talked about their hobbies, and past travels, Charisma was fascinated with
Europe having never been outside the U.S. Steve was very interested in her
career as a pro cheerleader. About an hour into the discussion they were both
startled by a terrific clatter outside. It seemed to come from around the side
of the house. It was now dark, Charisma wasn't sure what the sound was, Steve
offered to go outside.

"Do you have a flashlight?" She nodded, "In my bedroom, I'll get it." Turning on
all the lights as she went Charisma got her flashlight. It was a Mag-light a
black four C-size battery job over a foot long. He wondered what she was doing
with something that size. Charisma wanted to come outside with Steve, but he
insisted that she remain indoors. Once out the backdoor he prayed he didn't find
anyone. He turned on the light pointing it to the ground so he wouldn't trip
over anything. As he rounded the side of the house he discovered footprints in
the sand they looked fresh. He followed them in the narrow area between side of
the house and the row of bushes, to a side window he saw a broken potted plant
that had been pushed off the ledge and smashed on a rock garden. Steve shook his
head, God damn cat." He muttered under his breath. He turned off the flashlight.


Looking at the window ledge for anymore damage he could see inside the room.
Charisma had just come in, this was her bedroom window. Well at least the cat
had picked the right window. A bright ceiling light illuminated the room, Steve
brought his hand up to knock on the window.

His fist froze just a touch away from the glass as the twenty-eight year old
beauty stopped in front of her full-length mirror. She was checking here face
and hair, he was looking at her back but could see most of her front in the
mirror. Steve pulled his hand back to tap on the glass, halting in mid-air as
she reached down and pulled her sweater over her head, shaking her hair out.

Her chest was magnificent, even by his standards, full, voluptuous, and firm. "I
shouldn't be watching this." He whispered. His eyes roved over her torso. "I
should go now." He thought stepping back from the window. Charisma rubbed her
covered breasts massaging the ripe melons, in one fluid motion she unclasped the
garment freeing her prized trophies. Steve moved back to the window, "Well maybe
just a quick peek wouldn't hurt." She continued to rub her chest examining her
brown pointy nipples, rolling them between her long fingers. A silent moan
drifted from her large lips, as she closed her eyes arched her back. Steve
almost cried out in pain, as Charisma's hands move to over her tight flat
stomach and back up to her tits caressing the undersides. Feeling ashamed at his
voyeuristic practices, he turned to go, after all he was supposed to be
protecting her from exactly this kind of intrusion of privacy.

That was when Charisma unzipped her skirt, "Well, may as well stay now." He
reasoned. Watching closely as she wiggled out of the short cotton dress, to
reveal her black hi-cut briefs. He mouth fell open as her tight end came into
view, ogling her body as Charisma posed for her own inspection. Drawing herself
up to her full 5'8''s she was happy with her figure, which she worked hard at to
keep in shape. Adjusting the crotch of her panties she saw that it was time for
a trim again. Going to the dresser she pulled out a red Chargers nightshirt and
dropped it over her head, wondering what was taking Steve so long.

Steve moved away from the window, realizing what a stupid thing he'd just done.
If Charisma had seen him it would have ruined things for the both of them. Not
to mention what the gang would have done to him. He promised he'd never be so
stupid again, he couldn't afford to get caught.

Suddenly he found himself bathed in a bright white light, "FREEZE POLICE." He
stopped and closed his eye's hoping it was all a bad dream. "Come on out of
there with your hands up!" Slowly raising his hands he turned around to see two
of L.A.'s finest with their hands on their weapons, just looking for an excuse.
"What's that in your hand?" One of them asked drawing his pistol. "Flashlight."
He responded sadly. "Okay come out slowly." Charisma caught a flash of light
outside her window, she saw Steve standing there with his hands over his head.

When he had cleared the area between the side of the house and bordering hedge,
they made him drop the light and lie down face first. One officer pulled his
hands behind his back and cuffed him. "Look I can explain." He protested. "Sure
pal doing a little sight seeing. Why can't you guy's rent a movie like everyone
else?" He was picked up and escorted over to the patrol car. "Do you have any
ID?" Steve shook his head. He explained the situation and told them his wallet
was in his coat, in the house. The two cops politely marched him to the front
door and rang the bell. Charisma was wearing a beige cotton dressing gown over
her red nightshirt when she opened the door. Steve smiled at her sheepishly. The
two cops were momentarily stunned by her good looks, fortunately neither of them
recognized her. The older one spoke, "Sorry to disturb you ma'am, we found this
guy lurking outside your house, he was peeking in one of the windows. He claims
to be a friend of yours." She looked at Steve her eye's burning into his soul.
It seemed like forever, she nodded her head and smiled, "Yes officer, we heard a
noise outside, my friend was checking it out." Steve nodded anxiously, "It was a
cat." He added, hoping it would save his ass. The policeman looked doubtful,
they were probably playing some kind of kinky voyeur sex game. "Well okay,
uncuff him Joe." Steve was let off with a warning to be more careful in the
future and the two policemen drove away. Steve kind of wished they'd have taken
him with them.

Charisma walked away, "Inside now!" Meekly he went into the lionesses den, there
was no escape. "So this is what hell was like." He surmised. When he entered the
living room, she turned around like a woman possessed. "Get a good look?" He
smiled a bit instantly regretting it. "No I didn't see much." She crossed her
arms over her chest." How could I be such an idiot, a typical man, and I thought
you were different. Just for once can't you men think of anything else?" Steve
waited for permission to answer. "It, it's just that I think you're so, so
beautiful. I'm sorry I couldn't help myself." She was taken a back, being told
she was pretty was only like twenty times a day. It wasn't that he was anymore
sincere that the rest, but considering the company he kept. She was flattered,
her temper cooled a tad.

The phone rang just as she was about to lecture him about responsibilities.
Charisma flicked her long dark hair to one side as she picked up the receiver.
"Oh hi Sarah, yes he's right here." Steve looked at her pleading with his eyes.
"We were just drinking juice, then I went to get changed, so Steve went outside
and spied on me." He heart was crushed as he heard Charisma tell Sarah all about
his escapade. He heard Sarah call the others to the phone, "Hey guy's, you've
got to here this!" They were laughing at him.

Charisma handed the phone to him, "It's your girlfriend." Steve held it like it
was a toxic waste. "Hello dear." Bridget ripped into to him like an army Drill
Instructor into an underachiever. Using words like moron, adolescent,
irresponsible, pecker head and shit for brains. After venting her displeasure
she only had one more thing to say. "Now listen carefully darling, we have
decided to allow Charisma, to determine your punishment. You will obey her every
command like you would mine, any refusal and you'll have to answer to Heather
and Winona." All Steve could say was "Huh!" He heard Alyssa in the background,
"Hey Steve got caught peeping again huh." More laughter ensued. "Make me proud."
Bridget whispered. Embarrassed he gave the phone back to his hostess. "He's all
yours Charisma, just don't leave any marks." Bridget instructed.

Charisma hung up the phone and gave him a smirked at him, "Your ass is now
mine." She left the room telling him to strip naked, and wait for her on all
fours like a dog. He obeyed in silence. Upon returning he looked up at her, she
was wearing a white blouse, navy blue skirt with matching jacket and three-inch
pumps. Her hair was tied up in a bun and Charisma had on a pair of black,
plastic, round framed glasses. She looked like a schoolteacher. Who gave you
permission to look up!" She yelled. He quickly lowered his head. Charismas
smiled triumphantly and took the opportunity to fasten a dog collar around his
neck. Steve knew better than to say anything. She left the room again and came
back a few minutes later, first she blind folded him.

Steve could feel her moving around him checking him out, "Gee who put these
scratch marks on your back." He declined to answer. She touched the tip of his
dangling organ bushing it across the top of her shoe. Steve groaned, he was
getting an erection. "Not much." She muttered. In secret she thought it was the
perfect shape and size. She tugged on the leash and doggie walked him over to a
high-backed dining room chair where she sat down. Then she removed the
blindfold, "You've been very bad tonight, so I'm going to have to punish you."
He saw the large wooden spoon she held in front of his face, all he could do was
nod. Jerking his chain so that he looked up at her she grinned. "This IS going
to hurt you, much more than it will me."

Without further delay he was subjected to fifteen whacks on the bum with the
business end of the spoon. He grimaced but never cried out, not wanting to give
her the satisfaction of knowing she was hurting him. Besides she warned him that
every time he made a noise she would apply a two-smack penalty. In fact she was
killing him, god did she ever have a strong right arm. To add insult to injury
Steve had to count out the smacks as she applied them, if he miscounted he got
extra. "WHACK! ONE,WHACK!, TWO..." By the time she was finished his butt was red
and tender. His erection was effectively deflated. Thankfully he was able to
deny Charisma the pleasure of making him cry. "Now let that be a lesson to you
Steve." She advised putting the spoon down.

Pulling him up by the leash the dark sultry Mistress stood him up and sat him in
the wooden chair she had just administered his punishment in. Using a couple of
belts she tied his wrists to the arms of the chair and then tied the leash to
one of the wooden slats at the back. He wasn't uncomfortable but he couldn't
move too much. "You may look at me now." Slowly his eyes came up, they showed
confusion and fear.

Charisma sat down on the couch across from him with her feet up on the coffee
table. "So, how long have you been fantasizing about me?" Steve shrugged, "Who
said I was?" She smiled, "Then why did you watch me undress." He twitched trying
to regain his composure. "Oh curiosity I guess." Her skirt slipped up her thigh
as she raised one knee. "Do you like my body." He tried not to look up her
skirt, which was opening before his very eyes. "It's not bad, I've seen better."
She leaned froward clasping her hands around her knee this opened her skirt even
more. "I'll bet you have." His eyes blinked. "Are you fucking all of them?"

Steve stiffened, "I don't have to answer that." She grinned. "You just did." He
looked down in frustration. If she had been Russian interrogator he would be
spilling his guts by now. Looking down he could see up her mini skirt, getting a
clean view of her dark bush as Charisma wasn't wearing any panties. "You're
looking up my dress aren't you pervert." He lifted his head fearing more
punishment, "No, no I wasn't." She looked angry, "Then why are you getting a
hard on?" Checking himself he saw that he was stiff as a flagpole again "It's
the cold air."

Well let's make sure you get a good look this time. Putting both feet on the
table Charisma pushed her butt forward and reclined against the cushions, her
knees spread further apart. Her skirt rode up to her hips as the lights shone on
her tanned, pubic region. Her curly black pubic hairs formed a rough triangular
patch extending down between her muscular thighs. Her gently domed Venus mound
crowned the puffy prominent labia, the joining slit being smaller than he expect
was already glistening with her excitement as he stared at her inviting display.


She stared at her captive touching her finger to her lips licking the end and
sucking it inside her mouth. His eyes went big as the cheerleader preformed
fellatio on her own forefinger lubricating it like a dildo. Charisma's other
hand unbuttoned her starch white blouse pushing it open. Steve saw she was also
not wearing a bra, her fingers plied the rough exterior of her right nipple as
grew in size. He dick was now trying painfully to grow the six feet that
separated them. Her breathing labored as Charisma extracted the wet finger from
her mouth and stroked it along her pussy. A light moan came from both of them as
her finger circled her clitoris bringing it to life, then slipping into the
narrow trench of herself.

His excitement grew with Charisma's, as Steve watched the ex-aerobics instructor
pump her own vagina into an invitingly moist envelope of pleasure. Her clit
began to engorge and reveal its presence to him as her thumb toyed with it. She
opened and closed her eyes making sure she had his full attention. Just as she
nearing the summit Charisma slowed her movements gradually backing away from the
edge. Pulling out her cunt soaked finger she quickly shed her clothes leaving
only her blue high-heeled shoes.

Standing before him the dark goddess wiped her finger around his lips and pushed
it into his mouth. Steve sucked on her sweet wet finger until it was bone dry.
Not for once taking his eyes off the gorgeous naked creature that had enslaved
him. Wrestling her finger from his mouth, she placed her hands on her curvy
hips. Then with a practiced motion from years of aerobics and cheerleader kicks
the tall brunette lifted her leg up placing her right foot against his chest. No
easy feat while wearing heels, then she pushed hard tipping the chair over.
Steve landed on his back with a thud, looking up at his captor, from this angle
he could better appreciate the fullness of her breasts. "You have three minutes
to make me cum." She ordered lowering her pelvis over his face.

Opening his mouth as wide as possible he sucked in her genitalia and massaged
her crotch with his lips.
Soon Charisma began to rub herself against his mouth, he could feel her fluids
begin to drip onto his tongue as his introduced it inside her soft inner folds.
Her hands busied themselves warming her golden globes, they were large enough
for Charisma to lick her distended nipples. She switched alternating them into
her mouth sucking, and squeezing her sensitive parts. Steve increased his
actions knowing that time was running out and failure would lead to more of Mr.
Spoon. With his tongue as far up Charisma as he could get it and still use it
afterwards. He sucked as much of her sex into his mouth as humanly possible. Her
quickened rocking movements wasn't making it easy, but he knew he was close. If
he could just, "UUGGHHH!!AAAAAAARRGGGHHH!!!" Charisma shrieked like and banshee
as her clear sweet girl cum exploded into Steve's mouth, choking him as he drank
what he could the rest splattering his cheeks.
Her thighs threaten to crush his head, like a ripe melon while she experienced
an intense almost violent orgasm. Exhausted and most satisfied she dismounted
his face and lay down waiting for the tremors to subside. Steve was panting for
breath, she reached over untying him he flopped out of the chair and lay next to
her, the tips of their fingers touching.

As their breathing returned to normal, she pulled herself closer to him.
Charisma nuzzled his pelvis with her face in a kitten like fashion. He replied
rubbing his cock against her soft warm cheeks as her tongue came out and licked
up the magic wand. She let down her hair and shook it free while her hand worked
pumping him up. Steve helped move her hair to one side so he could watch the
bronze beauty suck the head of his prick into her skilled mouth. She made him
feel so young again her mouth continued on massaging his dick with its tongue
pushing his meat against the roof of her mouth. Steve touched the soft mounds of
her chest rubbing the smooth skin as goose bumps formed. Her breasts were
natural and heavy, he felt them flow between his fingers as his thumbs teased
her stiff nipples. Her eyes smiled at his joyous state of increasing excitement.
She could feel his dick inflating between her lips hoping it wouldn't stretch
her mouth too much. As Charisma worked her way down to the base she began to gag
a bit, "How the hell could Sarah swallow this python?" She wondered. He looked
down at Charisma's elegant features as she deep throated his manhood wondering
how she had learned to do that. Before he could send torrent of protein down her
lovely throat she eased her suction and slowly pulled off. Giving his helmet a
little kiss, as her lips met when his cock exited her mouth.

Charisma sat up pulling Steve to her, his hands still groping her magnificent
boobs. "Take me to bed." His heart leaped for joy as he lifted her in his arms
and carried Charisma off to paradise.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" She asked in a soft voice. "Flawlessly." He
responded putting her down on the large brass bed. Charisma parted her thighs
for him as she lay back resting on a huge pillow.
He moved over her poised with anticipation, lowering his cock into her as she
stroked the tip along her still soaked pussy lips. They kissed as he entered
Charisma, despite the earlier preparation she gasped loudly as the thick blunt
tip of his cock pushed aside her labia and pressed inside her passage. She
couldn't believe how big he felt, "How in God's name did little Jennifer take
this monster?" She thought as he struggled to fit it into her. Spreading herself
as wide as could Charisma held her knees apart with her feet firmly planted on
the bed. Steve held her by the shoulders as her vagina accepted his fuck stick,
they looked down to see their pelvises touching at last. Steve kissed Charisma
on the mouth as he pulled back to the tip and pushed into her again, then
repeated his movements. His lips moved down her face as she expressed the
pleasure burning within, his kisses leading him to her breasts. Which he sucked
on eagerly feeding off of her large erect nips, as he increased his thrusts in
both speed and intensity.

She moaned, pushing her pelvis up with each ramming of his pile driver. The
lining of her insides felt like silk on his throbbing member as Steve pounded
her with all the energy his tiring body could summon. Charisma was built for
fucking, her body was incredibly resilient. Unlike the younger girls Steve had
no fears of crushing her with his mighty blows. Her strong cunt muscles gripped
his penis in their woven pattern of lust, he could sense the end was in sight
wanting to come home. Taking control Charisma relaxed her grip and gently pushed
him out of her.

Fondling her breasts she beckoned him to fuck her tits. Carefully straddling her
stomach he lay his prick in the golden valley of her breasts. Smiling naughtily
she pressed her boobs around it as he pushed his cock towards her face. It was
long enough for her to suck on the head with each thrust, she knew he would last
long when she tasted pre-cum dripping from the end of his knob. Steve was in
heaven as he rocked between her tits. But all to soon his cock spurted jets of
sticky white cum onto his new lover. Charisma was ready, catching the first glob
of seed in her mouth running her tongue around her upper lip as the second spurt
hit her forehead making a line down one side of her nose. Not wanting to waste
any she opened her mouth as he thrust upwards trapping his cockhead in her
mouth. Steve back his head as his balls emptied into her mouth. Charisma gulped
the salty liquid down quickly only a little drooled out the side of her mouth
dripping down her chin. Pulling off for air she let the last spray of seamen hit
her face and drip onto her breasts. "Yummy" She smiled her hunger satisfied, as
her fingers scooped the messy goo from her chin back into her mouth.

Steve dropped onto the bed besides her gasping for breath, his entire crotch
burned with the fires of hell. Charisma pressed her thighs together knowing that
Steve had just ruined her for any other man. Sleeping in silence they woke still
tired the next morning. She cuddled him for a few minutes while he suckled at
her breast. When he was full Charisma placed an order for breakfast. Apparently
someone had told her about this tradition, murmuring something about big mouths
he took a quick shower without the benefit of her company, and went off to the
kitchen in search of pancake batter and blueberries.

Mysteriously Sarah and Jennifer showed up just in time for breakfast. He ate in
silence while the girls giggled over the, OJ, fruit salad and blueberry pancakes
with Charisma. The ribbing that followed was relentless, but he was glad they
weren't too upset with him.

A week later the senior staff was invited to party at the house with the girls
and some of their parents. Bridget's parents were there of course as well as
Jennie's, Sarah's mom was in town as was Jennifer's, and Heather's Dad came
along. It was the girl's first chance to socialize with their new employee's
together. They had only started working a couple of week's before and for the
some it was the first time they had met. Most people sat in the living room, or
kitchen, a few dared to venture out on the deck. Steve was more than surprised
to see Dr. Kwan there He was standing with Sarah and Heather's Dad. "Hi Doc it's
been a while." The old man shook his hand with a strong grip "Good to have you
back Steve." Bill Locklear smile "Lee here was just telling me about how you two
met on a plane many years ago that's some story." Steve smiled back "Yes it is."


Lee Kwan excused his self and followed Jennifer who had just gone into the
kitchen. He found her inside talking to Bridget and Winona, they looked up as he
came in, "Sorry if I'm interrupting." Bridget waved, "No please come in." He
joined them around the center island in the middle of the kitchen, "I just
wanted to thank you for inviting me into your home." Bridget smiled "Thanks to
you we have Steve back, I doubt we would have ever found him if it weren't for
you and your friends." Kwan nodded "Lot of people liked Steve, shame to see him
go to waste." Jennifer looked up to see Jennie, Alyssa, Heather and Sarah come
in, he seemed enraptured by Jennifer's dark looks.

Jennifer was facing him across the counter leaning forward a bit with her arms
folded under her breasts.
She became a bit flushed in the face upon realizing he was staring right down
the front of her sweater. Her right hand came up and pressed her low neckline
closed, feeling her necklace hanging out she fumbled to get it back inside her
top. Gathering the metal chain up in her hand Jennifer felt the heavy jade cross
dangling on the end. She stopped and looked back at him, Bridget and Winona
became quite. Jennifer Love held the pendent out to him, he took it gently in
his fingers looking at it like an ancient artifact. "I haven't seen this, in
years." Jennifer looked at the others, "Steve gave it to me, I hope you don't
mind." Their suspicions were correct Dr. Kwan was the North Korean defector.
They had never been satisfied of Steve's explanation of his relationship with
the mystery man. At first they suspected Steve had been or was married, but then
they realized most men couldn't name their own wife's gynecologist. So then they
weren't sure, "Maybe Steve used to be a she." Jennifer suggested. "With penis
like that?" Winona replied. "They would have had to get that from a horse."

"No I don't mind at all." He said in a hushed voice, "It is good that Steven has
found someone to share it with. He brought it back to me the night Kim died, he
buried her on a hillside above the rice fields around Seoul. Steve was so sorry
he has never forgiven himself." The old man said in a hush. "Do you know who
killed those two prisoners that night on the bridge?" Winona asked timidly. He
turned to her nonchalantly, "It was the North Koreans." Sarah jumped in, "But
why shoot their own people?" Dr. Kwan smiled at her naivete, "Because my dear in
my country, that is the price of failure. They were hoping to retrieve my
daughter from the bridge when she was only half way across. She would have had
no choice but to return, had it not been for Steven's valiant effort. To me her
death is a preferable alternative the existence she would have spent,
languishing in prison." The grey haired doctor looked around, "I am glad for the
brief time they had together, it is more that I dared hope for." Alyssa put her
arms around him comfortingly. He smiled at the young Jennifer, "You are so very
much like Kim in many ways." Jennifer returned his smile and leaned over to hug
him. "Thank you, I'll always cherish this." The group broke up and went back
into the living room before people began to notice their absence. As he left
Steve thanked Dr. Kwan for coming and told him to keep in touch. At the end of
the night he took Bridget home, she invited him to stay the night but he
declined. She pecked him softly on the cheek, "Okay call me tomorrow."


By mid February the agency was off to a rousing start nearly seven hundred
clients had signed on, a huge database was being formed on everything and
everyone in Hollywood. Personal profiles created, guidelines established,
programs set up. Much of this work was done by the diligent efficient staff
Steve and the girls hired, leaving him free to meet with clients and over see
the general operations. His meetings with the girls dropped to once a week,
usually they would get together in groups of two or three. Typically they would
drop by whenever they had time, at the office, lunch, or late at night, although
often they come by for breakfast. Still on occasion they would spend the night
at his house.

Such was a night when Steve came back from Miami. He was early the girls hadn't
expected him back until the next morning, only Bridget knew he was going to be
back sooner. Arriving home his headlights shone over two cars in the driveway,
one was Jennie's Ford Explorer. In the shadow of that of that was a smaller car
it looked like Winona's, he was pleased. It was nice coming home to find someone
in the house. They'd probably be asleep by this hour but that didn't matter.
Entering the house slowly he checked and disarmed the alarm system long enough
for him to get upstairs. He was happy the girls had remembered to set it, their
safety had almost become an obsession to him. Whenever he pestered them about
security the girls lovingly reminded Steve that he was not their father.

It felt weird creeping up the steps of his own residence, going down the hall he
came to a ray of light escaping from on of the bedrooms. Pausing he looked
inside like a worried parent. He saw a single figure lying face down on the left
side of the bed. The sheets drawn back revealing the naked torso, her legs
splayed haphazardly apart, one arm pointing down her body the other resting on
the pillow in front of her face. The lamp on the right bedside table was on its
low light cast a warm glow over the dreaming girl. She was facing away from the
light with most of her upper body in darkness. He would know that body anywhere,
its soft tanned skin, small well rounded ass, and curvy hips. Winona's hair was
a bit shorter than when he left, she must have just had it cut. He heard the
shower going he guessed that's where Jennie was, he was tempted to join her in a
wet fuck but he wanted to get back at Winona.

Steve snuck into the room like a mouse in a cheese factory. Winona had developed
this habit lately of stopping by really early in the morning just to have quick
romp in bed with him. Although he enjoyed it and never really objected, Steve
hated the fact that she would wake him up from a sound sleep an hour earlier
than necessary. He grinned to himself as he quickly undressed. This was a
perfect opportunity to give her a taste of her own ********.

Approaching from behind he lowered his face between her thighs, sniffing her
scent. His tongue flicked out its tip barely lapping along her genitals, her
body shuddered slightly. The heat of his breath warmed her soft dark pubic
hairs. His reached out and lips tasted hers she pushed her pelvis back opening
her sex for his tongue with her hand from below. Steve kissed her fingers as
they revealed her inner pinkness to him.
Only his lips touched her body, Steve was careful not to make any body contact
with her at all.

He listened to her moan in silence as her sensuality was brought forth with his
tongue. It built slowly as her pussy rubbed against his mouth dripping feminine
sap onto his lips as his tongue now pushed it's way inside her relaxing, tender
lovehole. "Mmmmmmh." She moaned as her body trembled with excitement.
Steve began licking up between her smooth rounded buttocks, and along her bumpy
spine, each kiss making her body sway just a bit more. Finally he reached the
back of her neck, his dick now pressing lightly against her wet inviting sex.
Lining himself up he placed his hands firmly over her wrists, which lay on
either side of her head. Even from right behind he could only see the back of
her head, Winona's face was partly obscured by the pillow, and she was still not
yet fully awake. Steve smiled as he pushed forward penetrating his concubine
feeling the separation of her labia around the inflated head of his penis.

Her hips moved slightly to accommodate his intrusion. Steve pushed further into
her as she began to awake from her partial slumber. His hands gripping her
wrists a bit tighter, as her cunt squeezed his swollen member within its strong
muscled walls. She started to struggle as she awoke, by then it was too late.
Steve was just pushing the last inch of himself into her incredibly tight
vagina. Thinking she must be doing exercises or something. She cried out as he
pulled back and drove into her again as she struggled below him. Steve couldn't
her what she was trying to say as the pillow absorbed most of the sound. The
incredible pressure her cunt was gripping his cock with was killing him. Knowing
that he couldn't last Steve quickened the pace and fucked Winona like a porn
star. After the initial assault she stopped struggling and started to fuck him
back in search of pleasure. It didn't take long for the two of the to slip into
a much practiced groove and fill themselves with a well-deserved climax. Steve
heard the shower stop.

She settled back onto the bed not once looking back at her lover. He was just
pulling out of her when Jennie entered the room, her cotton Terry cloth robe was
tied at the front but it couldn't conceal the huge tan colored ten inch strap-on
dildo she was wearing. Jennie stopped as she saw the two together. "Oh Shit!!"
She stammered. Steve waved at her, "Hi Honey, I'm home." Jennie was surprised to
say the least. "You're not supposed to be back until tomorrow afternoon." She
whined. Steve chuckled, "I know Mr. Stallone had to cancel his meeting." He
motioned to the figure on the bed, "Sorry about butting in Jen, but I just had
to get her back for all those early mornings, hope you don't mind."

Jennie didn't know what to say, she took a big breath and let it out slowly,
walking over to the bed she plunked beside him. "Steve I have a confession to
make." With that she slapped the other girl on the rump. "Oww!" Steve was
startled, that didn't sound like Winona. The girl finally pushed herself up off
the bed. "Hey that was a great fuck." He was mortified, "Shannon?" It was
Shannon Doherty one of Jen's original costars on Beverly Hills 90210. Jennie
realized who Steve had mistaken her for, and she had probably just let him screw
her without a fight. Of course who could blame her. Shannon thought Steve was
Jennie with the strap on at first, by the time she recognized it was cock and
not latex it was too late. He apologized for being rough with her but she didn't
mind. Seeing her naked for the first time she has quite a developed chest for
such a short women, her soft white breasts being almost as the size of Alyssa's,
but hers were completely natural. Shannon's nipples were larger being a darker
chocolate color and flat.

Jen quickly explained that she and Shannon had been partners for a long time,
their relationship was just recreational at first then after both of them got
divorced it developed into something more serious. Steve had suspected as much
but he never mentioned it. Shannon already knew that Jennie was sleeping with
the other girls in fact the last few weeks she had been formerly introduced to
Alyssa, and Heather. She was more surprised that Jen was sleeping with Steve,
now she knew why. She had always liked him but couldn't quite get past the
others, and she didn't want to cause friction with Jen. Steve was shocked about
how much she already knew. Shannon now also figured out that he was probably
having sex with all of them, now it all made sense to her. Jennie had wanted to
get Shannon and Steve together but wasn't sure how he'd react.

He saw that Shannon cared as much about Jennie as he did probably more with that
in mind he accepted the situation. The brunette with a wild reputation smiled
shyly as she looked down at his meaty pole. "Jesus is that what just ravaged
me?" Jennie covered her mouth as she giggled. "Yep, we call it the Deep Space
Probe." Steve frowned. He lay still as Shannon moved in for a closer look, he
could feel the warmth of her breath on him. Her close attention aroused him to
another sturdy erection. "Shit, he recovers pretty quick."
Looking up at her blond lover she brushed her short hair to one side. "Mind if I
lick the spoon?" Steve watched wide eyed as the former teen-star bitch went down
on him.

Jennie nodded watching in earnest, she and Shannon had never shared a man
before. Steve paid close attention as Shannon's tongue wiped over the head of
his cock. She could taste herself on him as their eyes met, her licks continued
along the underside of his penis and across his balls. He watched as her mouth
slide back up the shaft making his blood pulse faster as she pushed the tip into
inside of her cheek. The suction was slowly increased as Shannon took more of
him into her mouth. Jennie removed the strap on and shuffled closer to the pair.
Her delicate hand moved inside her robe, drifting down to the junction of her
legs she pressed her thighs together tightly as her fingers touched her cunt
lips.

Shannon's mouth was now six inches along his cock and just beginning to deep
throat him. Steve was now pushing up at her face trying to help her. Jennie's
pussy was soaked with her own warm liquids, she couldn't take it anymore.
Getting up she straddled his face, Steve had just enough warning to take a deep
breath before his mouth was filled with thin blonde pubic hairs. It was hard to
concentrate on pleasuring Jen as Shannon was now taking his cock all the way
down her throat. Her tongue caressed his penis pulling his cum along the shaft.
Being coaxed along it shot out the end and into her mouth, which was wrapped
tightly around the head of his dick. Jennie screamed as her orgasm shook her
body from Steve's well-coached clit strokes. The girls had trained Steve well,
he now knew exactly where and how each of them liked to be touched. He couldn't
see with Jennie on top of him but Shannon continued to jerk him off into her
open mouth and face. Jennie opened her eyes to see her friend's face covered
with Steve's semen. Grabbing her by the chin she pulled Shannon up and licked at
the sticky, stringy, threads of cum. Then fed the collected jizz to her mate as
shared an erotic kiss.

Steve was completely exhausted and was asleep before the girls separated. They
too were wiped out and soon fell asleep on each side of him. Waking up the next
morning he found himself alone, did he dream the whole thing? The pair of white
cotton Hanes panties hanging on the bedpost told him it wasn't.

A couple of days later the girls held a meeting with Steve all eleven of them.
"So this is it?" The girls looked around. "Yep this is all, unless one of you is
having a secret affair?" Heather joked. The girls were relieved Steve now knew
about Shannon, she like Holly-Marie, Courtney and Charisma was welcomed as a
special friend of the groups. They had discovered her affair with Jennie when
Sarah dropped by Jennie's trailer late on night to hear soft moans coming from
within. Naturally she thought it was one of the gang and went in without
knocking. She was shocked to find them in bed together. Shannon sitting in
Jennie's lap being butt fucked by her strap-on. They were so into each other
they hadn't even noticed Alyssa come in. When they did Shannon tried to stop but
Jennie held her tightly and ordered Alyssa to get on her knees and lick
Shannon's cunt. Alyssa was so stunned she obeyed, that night she and Shannon got
to know each other real well. After that the girls had all come together nicely
no cat fights no diva's.

Courtney, Holly, Shannon, and Charisma were respected and acknowledged within
the group. They were by no means equal with the others, but were welcomed as
close friends. In the future they would become invaluable in protecting the
group from suspicious friends and relatives. The new girls were never told that
he used to work for the CIA. It was for their protection, but somehow he
suspected they knew the truth. They were also not told what happened to the
other girls in the group. Neither Courtney nor Shannon knew what happened to
Alyssa, or Jennifer and Sarah. Like wise Charisma, didn't know about Alyssa
rape, as Holly didn't know about Sarah and Jennifer. They somehow knew not to
ask questions. Their relationships grew with the girls rather than Steve, but he
did develop a firm close friendship with them. He was beginning to wonder if
there was some secret society of lesbians in Hollywood.

He once asked Shannon if she could introduce him to Hugh Hefner of Playboy
magazine. "Looking for new playmates Steve?" Winona inquired. "Besides you're
not even supposed to be looking at those mags anymore." Jennie pointed out. "You
guy's threw them all out remember." He countered. "Except for the one in the
bottom of your sock drawer." Bridget hinted. "It's an old one from March 1984."
Shannon looked at him in surprise, "Hey I'm in that issue." He glanced at her
innocently, "Oh really I hadn't noticed." Jennie scowled at him, "You creep all
this time you've been screwing me, and looking at naked pictures of my
girlfriend." Steve smirked at her, "Well if you'd rather I could screw her, and
look at naked pictures of you." She smiled back lecherously, "I think it would
be better to look at naked pictures of you in Playgirl magazine." The others
suddenly cottoned on to the idea. "I think I have to go now." He murmured as he
made for the door, before the conversation got to uncomfortable.

Sometimes he felt like a stranger living in the house, often walking into a
bedroom to find two or three of the girls having a "script reading" as they
called it. The first time he surprised Courtney and Charisma while they were
lezzing out in bed. He apologetically excused himself and closed the door.
Another time he found Holly and Jennifer sharing vibrators in the rec room,
while Alyssa and Courtney were bouncing around in his bed. Then there was the
time he came home to find Bridget, Charisma, Holly, and Jennie in the hot tub.
They giggled as he got in, Bridget told him he was the only one wearing a
swimsuit. Other times they would seduce him in his office after hours, Jennifer
caught him in the shower on night washing Holly's privates with his soap on a
dick. That was a switch. Another night Bridget came by to see a pair of size
four shoes sticking out from under his desk. They belonged to Shannon, who was
under there blowing his whistle.

One advantage they had being actresses was they could play out their fantasies.
Weather it was Jennie the teacher, Charisma the cheerleader, Alyssa the nun, or
Heather the nurse they had a lot of fun. Sarah and Jennifer would often dress up
as cheap hookers in mini skirts and halter-tops, while Bridget and Winona
preferred to play the part of serving girls in French maid outfits. They would
seduce the lord of the manor and have him grovel at their feet.

If one there was one concession it was that he didn't have to worry about coming
home to find his girlfriend in bed with another man. Although there were several
occasions when he did open his bedroom door to find her masturbating Charisma,
Alyssa, Shannon, and Courtney at one time or another, or with her usual partner
Winona. Sometimes he would join them, but on mostly he would sleep in a
guestroom. In the morning he would wake to find Bridget lying next to him and
they would share a few moments alone.

Most nights he slept with Bridget and when she was away, either Alyssa or one of
the others would take her place. He was almost never alone in the house. Weather
it was a weekend barbecue where the girls were sun tanning out by the pool
usually topless, which drove him to distraction, or a quite evening with just
one of them going over a script for the next show.

He remembered one barbecue where after lunch the girls spent the afternoon
splashing around the pool, while Steve watched from the comfort of a lounge
chair. Somehow he fell asleep, when he was woken up he found they had stripped
him naked and tied him to the chair. They were now all completely nude all
eleven them. The next hour was shear torture for Steve as they cavorted naked
teasingly in front of their bound helpless victim. Then they reclined the chair
so he was flat on his back and took turns sitting on his face, while giving him
a hand job. Like he wasn't already hard as steel.

After he had lubed all of them they took turns on his dick, first Bridget, then
Heather, followed by, Sarah, and Shannon. That was as far as he got before his
balls blasted hyper jets of cum into her. The rest were pissed at Shannon for
getting him off so they made her clean Steve off with her mouth, and suck him
hard again.

When he regained his stature Winona hopped on, then Courtney, Jennie, Jennifer,
Charisma and finally Alyssa. They made her wait till last knowing she'd take
longer with him. She tried to get him off but since he had already shot his load
once he had more stamina. As she had an orgasm which was announced to the whole
neighborhood. Alyssa was lifted off of him in protest, and the others began
again. Each of them was getting off on Steve's krypton crystal, until Jennie was
the recipient of his last blast. As a reward the group unceremoniously threw her
into the pool, as was Steve right after still tied to the chair.

When they realized this there was a mad scramble to jump in and untie him before
he drowned. Heather and Charisma helped Steve to the surface in a
semi-unconscious state. Dragging him out of the pool Holly began CPR while
Charisma straddled his stomach pushing on his chest. "Er I think you'd guy's can
stop that now." Jennifer warned. The two looked up at her as she pointed down at
him. The group saw his blood was returning to Steve's brain as his cock grew
hard again, he was faking it. "Oh fuc.." was all Charisma got out before her
victim grabbed her by the hips and rammed his pole all the way inside her. Holly
kept her mouth over his, as Steve's tongue played with hers while he fuck
Charisma until she came. The others cheered the trio on as they preformed. He
told Charisma that was for the beating she had laid on him, she just grinned and
said he could punish her anytime. It was a great afternoon for all of them.

The girls gathered for a working dinner just before Valentines Day. Steve called
Bridget and Heather to say he'd be a bit late. Alyssa arrived first and put on
some tea, shortly after Jennifer and Bridget came in with the Japanese take out.
Jennie came through the front door, with Winona and Heather trailing close
behind.
As the sat around drinking tea and gossiping while waiting for Steve, Bridget
threw out a question. "Have you guys noticed anything odd about Steve lately?"
Alyssa swallowed, "How so?" Bridget stared worriedly at the carpet, "Well he's
been quite lately, really quite, and a few days ago I tried to call him. But I
couldn't find him and no one seemed to know where he was." The rest of the group
stopped talking and exchanged glances. "Did you ask him about it?" Jennifer put
in. "Bridget shrugged, "Yea but he was evasive, said he at a meeting but
couldn't remember with who. It's not like him to forget so quickly."

Before anyone could reply they heard the front door open. "I'm home!" They
turned and looked as he came into the living room, "Sorry I'm late." He didn't
offer an excuse, "How's my favorite girl today?" He asked hanging up his coat.
"I'm fine!" They answered laughingly in chorus. He smiled grandly walking over
and kissing Bridget first, then Alyssa and the rest. All throughout the evening
Steve was uncharacteristically quiet, he drifting from the group discussion, and
kept disappearing into the kitchen. Bridget seemed to be the only one who
noticed his strange behavior. Whenever he stayed in the kitchen too long one of
the others would go in and drag him back out. At about 10:30PM Bridget could
hear Steve having a vocal debate with Jennie and Winona in the kitchen once
again. Finally she got up and marched in before the others could stop her. "You
coward." She heard Jennie say. "I don't think I'm ready for this yet." Steve
responded. "You've waited for a week." Winona chided. "You'll have to do it
eventually."

They all stopped talking when Bridget came into the kitchen. "What's going on?"
She asked in a cold controlled voice. All three of them began to talk at once,
Bridget noticed the rest of the crew had followed her. She put her hands up to
silence them. "Someone tell me what the fuck is happening!" She almost screamed.
Winona put up her hand, "Steve needs to talk to you." Winona walked past her
leaving the kitchen, Jennie followed and heard the others out. Bridget looked at
Steve who seemed resigned to his fate. He walked over and went to give her a
hug, Bridget put her arms up nervously, "What's wrong?" He smiled at her,
"Nothings wrong, let's go out onto the porch." Guiding her out through the
sliding glass doors they stepped into the chilly night air, she shivered
slightly and he embraced her from the wind. "Do you remember how you told me.
About when you where a child and how you use to pretend to grab a star, pull it
down from the sky and dream of what your future would bring you." Stepping over
to the railing the observed a sky full of twinkling stars. She nodded, "But
what's going on, why am I the only one who doesn't know." He ignored her
question looking up into the night. "Pick one." He whispered. "Steve." She
moaned. He looked down at her and smiled. "Pick one." To humor him she pointed
to the North Star, then watched as he reached out and made a grab for it.
Pulling his hand back in a fist Steve held it in front of her. Bridget looked
down half expecting to see a star, instead he opened his hand to reveal a
sparkling two carat diamond ring. "I can not give you the stars, but I will make
sure you will always be able to dream." She put her hands to her mouth and
looked at his hand, her eyes went as big as saucers. "Bridget Fonda, would you
do me the honor, of letting your face be the first one I see each morning, for
the rest of my life.

A cry escaped from between her fingers, "Ohh!" Those big blue eyes came up
watering like twin pools. Bridget threw her arms around him almost knocking the
ring from his hand as she kissed his puckered lips.
A thunderous round of applause and cheers made the couple separate, they looked
over to see their friends watching through the sliding glass doors. Jennie
opened the door and the group spilled out onto the patio to congratulate the
bride to be. Winona got to Bridget first, giving her a big love-a- hug, Sarah
gave Steve a kiss that almost made him wish he was ten years younger. The others
followed suit, Steve was a bit uneasy with Alyssa but, they had talked before
hand, she seemed secure in the path that their relationship had taken. "Hey
let's see the ring." Jennie asked. Steve opened hid hand. "Nice choice, well
what are you waiting for?" Heather prodded. "Put it on let's make this
official."

He turned to his beloved, taking her offered hand as it shook emotionally.
"Bridget?" Jennifer coughed beside him, "Hem, aren't you suppose to be down on
one knee?" Steve looked at her, "This is the Nineties Jen, men don't do that
anymore." He felt six pairs of hands grabbing his arms and forcing him roughly
to the deck. Bridget laughed at him, looking up at the girls he saw how much
they were enjoying this, it suddenly dawned on him that he was really proposing
to all of them. He took her hand again, seeing her face glowing against the
night sky. "Bridget Fonda. Will you marry me?" Brushing the tears from her
cheeks her smile brighter than all the stars combined. She said, "Oh yes."
Wordlessly he slipped the ring onto her finger, then they let him up.

He stood up as Bridget's arms encircled his shoulders pulling Steve into a more
than generous kiss. Her breasts flatten against his chest as he nestled in nice
and close, she could feel his heartbeat out racing her own. The others swooned
around their two lovebirds. "Isn't that romantic?" Jennifer cooed. "Lick the
edge of his tongue, he likes it when I do that." Jennie giggled. Bridget's hand
flew off the back of Steve's neck in Jennie's general direction. Eventually they
separated, staring into each other eyes, the statues of their relationship
rising to the next plateau.

The girls moved in for one great bit group hug, "I'm going to miss you guys."
Steve lamented. "How so?" Sarah asked. "I am spoken for now." Heather cautioned,
"Er not so fast. You don't think we're giving up your prime services do you?"
Steve looked at Bridget, "I'm not giving up my affairs. So I guess I let you
keep yours." Steve could hardly believe his ears. "I want to dedicate my life to
you." His fiancée giggled. "Well I'll put them on a schedule." Alyssa pouted,
"Have a feeling Steve will be working a lot of late nights." Bridget eyed her
suspiciously, "Make an appointment." Winona put her arms around them and moved
towards the door, "Come on let's break out the bubbly." The others held hands
and followed along.

Back inside Bridget and Steve sat on couch like love struck teenagers. Jennie
and Winona brought out the champagne and glasses. "So how long did you guys know
about this?" Bridget queried. "Two weeks."
Heather replied. "Steve came to Jennie and I first, we talked it out then he
asked Winona." Bridget eyed her best friend as she came in with the tray. "Last
week he asked Alyssa, Jennifer and Sarah." Taking the first glass of Dom
Perignon off the tray, Bridget looked around, "And I didn't even see it coming,
all this time I thought he was sick or something. I can't believe you guys kept
this from me for two whole weeks." Heather grinned, "The tough part was the
getting ring. Sarah almost blew it when she called to ask if Steve got it yet,
and you were standing right next to me." Steve motioned to Heather and Jennie,
"They took me to a jeweler and helped me pick it out." Jennie chuckled, "You
should have seen the look on his face we walked in. The poor man didn't know
what to think, until we made it clear that it wasn't for either of us."
Heather smiled "But it was fun trying on rings again."

The rest took a glass each and Winona proposed a toast, "To the happy couple,
may they soon be married and blessed with lots of little babies." Steve frowned,
"Oh come on Steve you do want kids don't you." Jennie prodded. He shrugged, "One
or two maybe." Sarah took a quick sip of the expensive golden nectar of the
privileged class. "Bridget wants at least six children. Bridget smiled "I'll
just have one thanks, the rest of you can be surrogates." Alyssa laughed, "No
way I've already been through that hell." Referring to her movie titled the
Surrogate.

Steve had this glassy stare in his eyes, as fawned over his betrothed. Alyssa
grinned "Look at him he's smitten." He broke his gaze from Bridget's fine
features, "I just so surprised she accepted." Jennifer twirled the champagne
flute in her fingers, "Well its a limited market out there for women, of the
over thirty group, kind of take what you can get." Steve looked at the younger
girl, "Well older women are more experienced if you know what I mean." Bridget
gave him a playful shove. Just then the doorbell rang, Steve got up and went to
get it. Behind him he could hear the girls enthusiastically discussing wedding
plans.

Opening the door he was greeted by two all familiar figures from the past. "I
realize you have guests, but could we come in for a minute?" The more
authoritative figure asked. Steve looked at them, "If I said no would you just
turn around and leave." The taller man smiled, "Sorry, that is not an option."
Steve assessed the situation and stepped aside letting the two men come in. The
girls looked over to see two men come into the entry hall, they all recognized
one of them, the other was a stranger. Alyssa almost blurted out "Hi" but shut
her mouth the instant she saw the new man. Steve came up behind them, he could
see that James was mystified to find seven gorgeous Hollywood stars all in one
room. "Ladies this is James, and Phillip former associates of mine. Bridget
almost said "Hi" to Phillip but just nodded. James smiled and apologized for the
intrusion, "Is there somewhere we can talk?" He asked. Steve hustled them into
the den. The girls spoke in whispers as the door shut behind them. On entering
the room the two men walked over to the desk and stood with their backs to it.
James noticed the picture on the wall of all seven women in the garden, "That's
a nice photograph."

Steve nodded and fold his arms, "Okay what's up." James nodded to Phillip who
opened up the briefcase he was carrying. "You remember that North Korean Alfa
class hunter/killer submarine you discovered last year? Steve nodded with
disinterest. Well we believe we now know what the North, and Chinese are going
to use it for." Phillip handed Steve a set of briefs and photos. The briefs were
someone else's intelligence reports, the photos showed the nuclear powered
submarine putting out to sea. James continued, "We believe that the sub will be
used to help support a Communist Chinese invasion of Taiwan." Steve tried not to
react. "How so?" Phillip pointed to the briefs. We have inside first hand
information that amphibious airborne invasion is set for four days hence.

The president has just announce that the U.S. Sixth Pacific Fleet will sail into
the Yellow Sea as a show of support for our Taiwanese allies. It will consist of
one aircraft carrier, one Ticonderoga class cruiser, and five destroyers. It
will arrive in the area two days before the invasion." Steve nodded, "So what's
all this got to do with me." James and Phillip looked at one another. James
decided to break the bad news. "Well we're not sure where that Alfa is right
now, and we'd like you to help us find it." Steve shrugged, "More intelligence
sifting?" James let out a cough, "Actually we want you to go out and join the
Task Force."

Steve's held his breath a moment. "You want me to what?! Why the hell do I have
to fly all the way out there?!" Jame's held up his hands "It's just we feel you
have a firm grasp of Communist polices and you did find the boat when no one
else was even looking for it." Steve was flabbergasted, "That was a lucky guess,
how was I supposed to know what they spent all their money on?" Phillip smiled,
"Everyone else thought it was ballistic missiles." Steve waved his hands at
them, "No way. I don't work for you guy's anymore remember, I work for those
women out there."

James put his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the desk. "I'm sorry
Steve this is not a request, it's an order." Steve looked at him, "Didn't you
just hear me?!" his voice was getting more agitated. "I'm sorry son but this
comes very high up." Steve shook his head, "No! NO Damn way, I'm NOT GOING!!"
James gave it one more try, "Damn it Steve this comes straight from the Oval
Office, from the President of the United States! You are to get your ass on a
plane a within the hour or ELSE!!"

The girls could hear him from the living room the few words they could make out
and sound of raised voices was beginning to scare them. "Sounds like they want
him to go somewhere." Jennifer said aloud.
Winona clicked on the TV, "Maybe it will be on the news." She surmised.

Steve eye's narrowed, "Or else what?" James nodded to Phillip, "Show him the
other papers we have."
Phillip produced a second folder and handed it to Steve. "I'm sorry Steve." The
old man lamented handing it over. There were security photos of him, Jennifer
and Sarah in the airport lobby, phone records from Alyssa and Jennie's house to
his hotel room in Japan. All this before their relationship went public, still
there was nothing illegal or immoral about it, just highly coincidental. He
shrugged, "So what, there's already enough innuendo and gossip out there. I
could go out right now and get a newspaper that claims Miss Hewitt is carrying
my child, or that I have Miss Milano's name tattooed on my ass. No one's going
to blink an eye at this stuff, and even if they do there's nothing here
illegal." James smiled like a fox, "No there isn't, but murder is and in the
State of California that could get you lethal injection." Steve tried not to
react, "What are you talking about?" He could feel his blood pressure rising.

James crossed his arms over his chest, "Remember the dead junkie? Discovered in
the basement of the LA Hilton the day after you and three of same the women in
this house checked out." Lately Steve had forgotten all about that horrible
night. A night which had changed all their lives permanently, binding them into
a tight intimate relationship of trust, love, and loyalty. Steve waved his hand,
"I think I heard about it on the radio. But you can't pin that on me, otherwise
I would have been in jail by now." James nodded, "No but it's an amazing
coincidence you all being at that hotel, a dead body found the day after." Steve
was beginning to worry. "The public already knows the girls were there it was on
the radio." James nodded, "Yes they did, but they did not know that you were
there also, and with your reputation of being a ladies hero. People will think
funny things, who knows what story's they'll come out with? Drug deal gone bad
at private party." Steve tried to look relaxed under the mounting fear. "You're
fishing James, you only have circumstances and a theory. O.J. Simpson got off
with more evidence than that against him, you have shit!" James looked at Steve
with a stern face. "Okay let's say you didn't kill that man, but what if one of
those girls you're so fond of did?" Steve snapped for the first time, "Don't
even think of going down that road James." The Station Chief stroked his chin
thoughtfully, "After all take Miss Geller, now she's a lethal weapon all on her
own. I'm sure she could kill if she put her mind to it."

His teeth gritted together, "She is just a child you leave her out of this!"
Phillip spoke up after being silent for the longest time. "We also know about
the call you made to Dr. Kwan on the morning of the day you left. You're not
supposed to be in contact with him at all. If the North Koreans find the old man
they'll pop him faster than it takes to boil tea water." James waved his hands
in the air, "Look Steve all this business about you the girls, the dead guy
doesn't meant a hill of beans to us you know that. But we need you, your country
needs you right now, and if you don't cooperate with us. " He swirled his hand
in the air. "Then all of this fantasy you've created in the last six months
could be nothing more than a dream, and you could wake up in prison."

Steve knew they had him good, his heart dropped like a stone into a deep well.
If the courts didn't get him and the girls the press would, not even Bridget's
Uncle Ted could protect them. Never the less he wasn't going to give in without
some assurances. "Okay I'll go along but under two condition's." James frowned
as he continued, "Number one, when I leave here, and before I get on a plane.
You call the office, order them to erase everything on file about me and the
girls all copies." James shook his head, "That's a pretty tall order." Steve
pointed at him angrily, "But it's well within your authority to do so, and the
material is no threat to national security." James nodded in agreement. "Okay
what else?" Steve rubbed the back of his neck, "When I go out there, no matter
how things turn out. If something happens to me, you will tell those women
exactly what became of me. I don't what them left in the dark not knowing if I'm
still alive, or wondering how I died."

James took a tough stance, "Now that is a matter of national security, I can't
guarantee that and you know it!" Steve just looked at him, "You want me on that
Carrier or not, think about for a couple of days!" James knew he had no time to
waste, the fleet would be in the area of operations by late tomorrow. "Alright
I'll see to it, is that all?" Steve put his hand down, "One more thing, this is
the last time I do anything for you after this I'm through." James nodded, "It's
all we want." Steve looked at Phillip, "You'll see that he keeps his word." The
old man nodded, "If he doesn't, I will." As they gathered up the papers James
looked at his watch, "You'll have to leave now, there's a jet waiting for you at
the airport."

Steve nodded and turned towards the door grabbing the handle he stopped taking a
deep breath to compose himself. This was going to be the shittist thing he had
ever done. He hoped God would forgive him, he wasn't sure they would.

The door to the den opened suddenly though the girls expected it from the lack
of shouting no longer coming from the room. Steve face was a mask of control,
the girls looked at the other two men for clues as to the events which were
about to overtake their lives. James was a model of non-expressionism, Phillip
couldn't look them in the eyes. "We'll wait in the car." James commented, he
then turned and exited before anyone could ask questions. Phillip was about to
flee, but at forty pounds heavier and twenty years older wasn't quite so fast.
Heather caught him before he reached the door, "What is going on?" She asked
quietly. He pursed his lips, "Steve has to go away for a few days I can't tell
you where, or why, I'm sorry Heather." He pressed his business card in to her
hand. "Call me if things get difficult." Pulling away from the blonde goddess he
opened the door. "I'm sorry Heather, I really am." She rushed back into the
living room where the girls had gathered around their protector.

Steve was crouched in front of Bridget they were holding hands tightly. "But you
work for us now not them. They can't just come in here, and take you away like
this." Alyssa was crying. "I'm sorry I'll just be gone for a few days." Bridget
was unhappy to say the least, "Can't you tell us where you're going please?" She
pandered, He shook his head, "No it's confidential, but I'll be okay don't
worry." The TV was playing in the background, Steve heard something that made
him turn his head.

"Breaking news tonight President Clinton has just announced that the US Seventh
fleet will be engaging in exercises off the coast of Taiwan. This is in protest
over what the State Department calls aggressive positioning of Naval and Air
forces by both main land China and the Republic of North Korea. The Seventh
fleet centered around the aircraft carrier USS Kitty Hawk, is expected to arrive
in the region within the next twenty-four hours. The President denied that this
was connected to the mysterious sinking of the American owned freighter in
December of last year." The girls followed his gaze to the anchorperson on CNN,
and the background an aerial shot of the US 7th Pacific Fleet sailing along in
formation.

"No, NO FUCKING WAY! You can't go there, I WON'T LET YOU!!" Bridget was
trembling with fear. Steve held her hands even tighter, "I'll be okay, I have to
go. It's just this once." He kept saying. Bridget's head was down in her lap as
she bawled like a small child. "It's NOT FAIR. IT'S NOT RIGHT!!! NO, NOOOO!!"
She screamed. Sarah and Jennifer hugged Bridget from either side. Steve looked
up at the other girls, their faces were dark and moody. Alyssa reached out and
touched him as if in understanding or hope, unable to control the tears flowing
over her cheeks. He looked back at his fiancée, "When I come back we'll get
married and everything will be alright, I promise." She shook her head back and
forth like a small child. "NO, NO.., no.., no..., no...."

Bridget twisted her slim pale hands from his grasp, the engagement ring caught
in the palm of his hand slipped off into his fingers. Her head came up, a
sorrowful anguish sight he had never seen. With her right hand she cupped his
cheek gently, "I'll always be grateful for what you have brought into my life,
and I'll cherish the days we've loved together. But I can't be sure if I'll be
here when you get back." A large lump formed in his throat, threatening to cut
off his air. Steve looked into her teary sad eyes, and nodded, "I understand."
The girls were stunned by Bridget's statement but remained silent. She put her
face in her hands and cried softly. Steve looked at the top of her curly
brownish blonde hair and kissed her head.

Sarah met his sad face with her green eyes, she leaned forward kissing his
cheek, "Be careful." He nodded not knowing what to say. Jennifer hugged him
tightly, "I'll be with you." Steve patted her on the back, "I know." She gave
him a kiss for luck as he stood up. Alyssa grabbed onto him, perhaps for the
last time. "I'll pray for you every night." He held her warmly. "Thank you
Lyssa." He said stroking the back of her head. "I'll be okay don't you worry."
She looked up at him and smiled hopefully as he kissed her forehead. As they
separated she held his hand a little longer releasing it at the last moment.

Walking to the front hall Winona, Jennie, and Heather went with him. Upon
reaching the door he turned to say goodbye, Jennie looped her arms around his
neck, and pulled Steve down into a deep loving kiss, "You take care, and none of
that hero shit, just come back to us." She whispered as he voice cracked with
distress. He lifted her off the floor cuddling Jennies small delicate frame in a
bear like hug. He glanced at Winona as she and then Heather joined in, "Don't
worry about Bridget, we'll see she's alright." Steve's arm encircled her waist
pulling Winona in closer, her head nestling in besides Jennies who was now
starting to cry. Heather wrapped her long arms around all three of them.

In the car James looked at his watch, "For Christ sake, we're on the brink of
war with China, and he's in there having an orgy!" Phillip looked out the
window, "He's just saying goodbye to them, might be for the last time. Hell
would you want to leave all that?" James shrugged, "Nah I guess not, God damn,
how did he get so lucky?" Phil smiled, "I don't know."

They separated Steve put on his jacket with Winona's help. "Dan Brook can run
things until I get back, just tell him I had to leave town for a few days. He'll
know not to ask any questions, and he can cover for me." He turned to Heather
holding her by both hands and lowering his voice, "Listen, if something happens
and I don't make it back." She scowled back at him, "Don't you dare say that!"
Steve tightened his grip, Winona and Jennie had their eye's riveted on him. "In
the safe under my desk in the office, you'll find a set of pink envelopes. One
for each of you another for the lawyers." Winona grabbed his arm, "You knew this
was going to happen?" He looked at her with remorse, "I suspected it might,
sorry Winona." She pecked Steve on the cheek and let him go.

Opening the door they stepped outside and paused, the rest of the girls came
out, Bridget leaning heavily on Sarah and Jennifer. He looked at them trying to
remember every detail of the way they looked and locked it in his mind. "May God
forgive me, and watch over all of you." He waved goodbye and walked towards the
waiting car, a door opened Steve got in without looking back.

At the airbase he was put on board a Learjet, he would be flying to Honolulu,
then he would transfer to an S-3 Viking and fly on to the task force. James gave
him a brief on the current situation to read on the flight, Phillip shook his
hand one last time. "Good Luck son." Steve nodded, "If anything happens…" Phil
nodded, "You have my word." The stewardess waved for Steve to hurry up. He
handed over his briefcase and climbed aboard. The two men backed away from the
aircraft and watched it taxi to the runway, Steve strapped in and looked out the
window as the plane revved it's engines to a high pitched scream. The
acceleration pushed him back into the seat as the plane shot down the runway and
lifted off into the inky black sky. He stuck his hands into his pockets feeling
the diamond engagement ring. Sadly he pulled it out examining its crystal facets
in the artificial light. Had he been a fool for believing he belonged with her,
was it all just a cruel trick of fate, what would Bridget say went he came back?
What would he do?

Stuffing the ring back into the pocket of his jacket he opened the briefcase and
began reading. The stewardess brought him a drink, she reminded him of Winona.
Her short dark wavy hair didn't belie her high cheekbones or other feminine
features. The cabin lights dimmed and Steve clicked on the overhead light.

By the looks of things the Commies were going to make a straightforward
amphibious and airborne invasion on island of Taiwan. They had been claiming
rights to the island and it's people ever since the Koumatang (KMT) government
had fled there fifty years ago at the end of WW11, and founded the Republic of
China. Now with Hong Kong returned to them by the British there was nothing to
withhold from China, as had been threatened with in the past. To the Chinese
this was an internal civil dispute, they had never recognized Taiwan as a
nation, and the rest of the world had no right to intervene. The Armed Forces of
Taiwan was well prepared to resist such an attack but small compared the size of
the force (Peoples Republic of China) PRC could throw against it. The
Nationalists had several well-trained and dedicated armored brigades, and a few
more mechanized ones along with several infantry and artillery formations. The
Chinese had assembled two amphibious naval divisions, and one airborne division
to spearhead the assault, behind that they would land two entire tank divisions
and what ever else they wanted. The Taiwanese had the latest in American fighter
planes, tanks and armored vehicles, the Chinese would take many casualties but
as always they could afford them.

The key to whole plan as in the past was control of the airspace over the combat
area. The Taiwanese Navy was small amounting, to a few frigates, subs, and a
dozen or so patrol boats. Not much of a match for the might of the Chinese
coastal navy, it would be the airforce would have to be relied upon to sink the
fleet as well as protect the airspace over Taiwan, and engage the airborne
assault. There were simply too many missions for such a small number of planes.
Even though one F-16 was worth three Chinese JH-7 fighters, the odds would still
be in the aggressor's favor by about six to one and the Chinese had the
advantage of multiple crews per aircraft, thereby avoiding pilot fatigue.
Luckily the Red Chinese only had two squadrons of Russian SU-27 fighter
aircraft, these were the only worthy opponents for the F-16's. The Nationals on
the other hand had a very extensive Anti-aircraft network, which included
Patriot missile batteries. This would be the Battle of Britain all over again.
Except the Reds would not wait to gain air superiority until launching their
invasion.

If the 7th fleet could get close to the Taiwan the carriers F-14's would be
invaluable in securing the airspace over the channel and the F-18 Hornets would
help the ROC Air Force clobber the PRC ships. The problem was getting close
enough before the carrier was sunk. If they could get into the East China Sea
they would be relatively safe from submarine attack. The waters around the coast
were shallow less than a hundred meters, a great place for a sub to sit on the
bottom and hide, but it would be easily detectable once it moved.

Steve considered an air attack on the fleet itself, the North Koreans would have
to fly over around South Korean airspace, that would be unlikely and since no
great transfer of planes had been detected from NK to China they wouldn't be
flying off of airstrips there. For the PRC to attempt air strike would stretch
even their resources at this time, and the chances of any success would be very
slim. The reason for this was the Ticonderoga guided-missile cruiser
accompanying the fleet, on its own it could track and engage ninety separate air
targets. But it could also control and coordinate the air defenses of the
destroyers and carrier, which increased its firepower dramatically. This
capability was what made the Aegis system so effective in maximizing the fleets
air defense making each shot count. No more wasting multiple missiles on single
targets, trying to figure out who should engage what target in an overlapping
zones of fire. All fire would be coordinated from one computer on one ship,
thereby reducing any command and control confusion to near zero.

Doing a quick scenario he calculated that a successful air strike would require
fifty to seventy medium bombers, or hundred and fifty small bombers, plus fifty
or so fighter escorts. The medium bombers would beTu-16's propeller driven
planes from the 1950's, capable of launching two large SA-8 anti-ship missiles
each. The old slow planes would be easy pray for the F-14's when they came
within range. If the Chinese opted for smaller fighter-bombers, they would be
hampered having to carry a smaller single anti-ship missile under one wing, and
a drop tank under the other wing. Either way even with a strong escort they
would have to be really skilled or lucky to hit the carrier. Skill was not a
strong point of the PRC Airforce, their planes were old castoff's from the
friendly era between USSR and PRC, or poor copies of Western and Soviet designs.
In general they were two to four generations behind anything in the West and
their pilots had substantially less flying time than American pilots.

But what part was the North Korean playing in all of this. Steve surmised that
they would assist in securing the seas around Taiwan and South Korea, they had a
large submarine fleet and coastal navy. It would keep the South Korean's
preoccupied and perhaps deter the American fleet from venturing to close the
conflict. This left the PRC navy free to protect its amphibious force, and
bombard the invasion beaches.

So where was that Alfa submarine and where did it fit into the plan? Steve
guessed that the Alfa sub was the only one that could approach the fleet with
any reasonable chance of not being detected. The older diesel/electric subs the
Reds had were noisy and could be heard miles away, unless they operated on
batteries, the drawback was they only lasted for forty-eight hours then had to
be recharged while running on the surface. Either way at some point in the sub's
trip it would be located and tracked thereby loosing its chief weapon of
invisibility. Therefore the Alfa hunter/killer sub was the only way the Commies
could prevent the Seventh fleet from coming to the aid of Taiwan, it had to be
found and sunk. How in the world was he going to do it, he didn't have a clue.

The stewardess came back and asked if he needed anything. Looking into her dark
alluring eyes, he wanted to break down and cry on her shoulder. Steve smiled
easily, "Just a pillow and blanket please." Reaching into an overhead bin she
gathered the items together. He watched as the fabric of her blouse stretched
across her small beasts allowing him to vaguely make out the delicate lace
pattern of her bra. Managing to look away as she looked down he put his papers
back in the case and gave it to her to stow away. Then he turned off the light
and reclined the chair. The flight attendant reported to the crew and then
turned in herself.

Five hours later the plane touched down in Honolulu, it was a bright sunny day.
Steve had not slept well, but he had some rest. There were no formalities as he
was hustled the waiting S-3 and given a navy uniform to change into the rank was
Lt. Commander, a flight suit and life vest to put on. Taking off his suit jacket
he remembered to take out the engagement ring and put it in a zippered pocket of
the green overalls.

The flight to the task force was long and uneventful, it was morning again when
the navigator pointed out the window giving Steve his first glimpse of the
fleet. He could see the larger USS Kitty Hawk CV-63 in the middle, followed by
the Ticonderoga guided-missile cruiser USS Mobile Bay CG-53. Surrounding the two
larger vessels was one Arleigh Burke class guided missile frigate, two Spruance
class anti-submarine warfare destroyers on (ASW) and two Perry class guided
missile frigates. The carrier seemed impossibly small to land on, he held onto
the edge of the seat as the twin engine jet backed steeply for the final
approach. It landed with the grace of a seagull, the tail hook catching a wire
jerked Steve back into his seat with a thud.

He was met by a petty officer and taken up to the bridge where Steve was
introduced to Captain Picard, and Rear Admiral Keating. The men seemed polite
and professional but hardly pleased to see him. The Captain was a tall stocky
man with sandy gray hair. The Admiral was a bit shorter and over weight a
crescent of hair was all he had left around the top of his head. "So you're the
expert Washington sent to help us find a submarine?" The Admiral said
questioningly. Steve nodded in agreement, "Well I'm here to help any way I can
sir." Admiral Keating scowled, "Well maybe you're lucky." Captain Picard nodded
politely. "Has anyone given you an update on our current situation." Steve shook
his head, "Not since I left LA ten hours ago."

They gathered around the small map table, occupying the northwest quarter of the
map was the P.R. of China. It's crescent shaped coastline bulging out like the
belly of Buddha. Just below and to the south east of it lay Nationalist Taiwan,
the thorn in China's side for fifty years. The fortified island lay across the
Taiwan Straight, which was a hundred and fifty miles wide. The island itself was
oval in shape and roughly a hundred miles wide and three hundred miles long. To
the northeast of Taiwan across the large shallow East China Sea lay the Korea's
North and South. Also the north but in a more easterly direction lay the string
of islands pointing towards Japan, the closest of which was Iwo Jima. To the
south of Taiwan two hundred miles was the island of Luzon the first large island
of the Philippines. The position of the fleet was three hundred miles south east
of Taiwan heading north towards the East China Sea. The Captain pointed to the
map. This where we are heading the South China Sea where it flows into the
Taiwan Strait just to the north east of Taiwan itself." A midshipman brought in
a tray of coffee and held one out to Steve, he smiled gratefully. He was
surprised by the fact she was a woman, she didn't look much older than Jennifer
Love, although her bust line was not as developed. Her large dark blue eyes
lingered on his for a second, her brief smile warmed his heart. If her hair had
been a few shades lighter she could have past as Jennies sister.

The Captains voice brought his attention back to the map. "From this position we
hope to prevent any sea or air traffic coming from North Korea or northern
China. We will also be in a position to intercept any invasion coming across the
channel." Steve pointed to a ship symbol close to the fleet on its right side.
"What's this?" The admiral grunted, "It's a Chinese cargo ship been following us
for two days now." Steve looked up, "Spy ship?" Captain Picard smiled, "Damn
thing has more antennas than we do." The governments of China and North Korea
have declared a two hundred-mile exclusion zone around Taiwan claiming it and
the adjacent seas as sovereign territory of the PRC. For the last two days they
have given repeated warnings that anyone who enters this area does so at their
own risk. They are reclaiming Taiwan into the folds of Mother China."

Steve smirked, "What does everyone else have to say about it." Admiral Keating
huffed, "The Republic of China Koumingtang government told em to fuck off, the
Japanese delivered a protest about the occupation of waters around its islands.
The South Korean Army is on full alert but it's Navy is keeping pretty much to
it's own coast, and the Philippines are too scare of China to say shit. I told
those fuckers in Congress not to give up our bases there. Steve surmised he was
talking about Clark and Subic Bay, the last U.S. bases in that part of the
region. Abandoned in the early nineties due to budget cuts they could have
easily reinforced Nationalist China from there without depending on a naval
fleet.

Steve looked down at the map again, where the South China Sea flowed into the
Pacific Ocean the continental shelf dropped off dramatically. There the ocean
floor plummeted from a hundred meters down to just over two thousand meters in
depth, ideal hunting ground for a submarine. "Well if the Reds are going to use
that Alfa sub on us, it'll have to be before we reach the East China Sea. How
long will that be?" The Captain looked at the chart, "We'll been in the shallows
in twenty-two hours." Steve scratched his head, "And when do we enter this self
declared exclusion zone?" The Captain looked at the clock, "In about ten hours,
that means for twelve hours we will be very vulnerable to a submarine attack. No
contacts yet." Steve nodded tiredly.

The Admiral took of his cap to wipe his brow, despite being February it was near
eighty-five degrees in this part of the world. "You hungry?" Steve looked over
and nodded. "Okay get some chow and grab a snooze, nothing's gonna happen until
we reach the combat zone. But I want a briefing from you in about seven hours on
every thing you think, or know about this sub and the North Koreans." The
Captain called a Seaman to the bridge, she was the same one who served them
coffee earlier. "Take Lieutenant Commander?" Steve filled in his false name,
"Seaver, Steven." The young girl smiled at him. "Take Mr. Seaver here to the
executive guest quarters, and get him some chow from the galley. The Midshipman
saluted and beckoned him to follow her. "Where's your bag sir?" She asked
looking around. "Oh I didn't have time to pack." He answered in realization.
"I'll get you a kit from the PX then." She offered. They saluted and left. "This
way sir." She said as he followed her tightly packed figure down the stairs.

Taking him to a private stateroom, she asked what he would like to eat, Steve
asked for a porter house steak medium rare with gravy, mushrooms and home fries,
a small salad, with coffee and cherry pie. The sailor left with his order, Steve
looked around the cramped quarters, a desk bunk and private shower. It was
smaller than a jail cell but luxurious by Navy standards. The food was excellent
as he expected.

A knock on the door woke him five hours later. For a second he had forgotten
where he was, half expecting to wake up next to Bridget or one of the others.
"0500 hrs sir!" Midshipman Tracy Smith yelled. He yelled out a reply. "Should I
bring you breakfast sir?" She asked. Steve threw on his pants and opened the
door. She stepped into the cramped quarters. "Breakfast sir?" Steve ordered two
eggs sunny side up, bacon crisp and sausages with tea. He noticed Smith was
still looking at him. "Yes?" Tracy smiled shyly, "Sorry sir, it's just that I
get the feeling I've seen you somewhere before you're not from Michigan are
you?" He turned to the mirror, "No I'm not, I get that a lot, guess I just have
one of those faces. " She nodded, "I guess you have, sorry I'll be back in a
jiffy with your order." Steve let out a sigh as she left the cabin.

After breakfast Steve sat down and wrote out a ten minute speech on everything
he could remember about the sub and how the North Koreans acquired it. He knew
the Carriers library would have more technical date on the Alfa class submarine
he could provide so he kept those details to a minimum. It seemed what the
Admiral really wanted to know was would the PRC and NK be willing to attack and
sink a United States aircraft carrier in order to see their invasion go through.
He wished he knew the answer to that question. A deterrent by sinking a couple
of merchant ships during the night was one thing, but sinking a carrier with
five thousand men on board would surely call for retaliation. Steve chuckled to
himself five thousand and one.

An hour later Tracy came and escorted him to a ready room where he would give
the briefing. About forty officers gathered together in the theater like room.
Admiral Keating introduced him to the assembly as a political analyst who
specialized in South East Asian affairs from the Pentagon. The speech ran
smoothly with few interruptions, everyone wanted to know the same thing was this
just a big bluff by the Commies or did they really intend to invade Taiwan.
Everyone remembered the 1996 missile tests by China over the Taiwan Straights.
The Kitty Hawk was sent into the region then too. Steve replied he believed it
was real. A tall lanky officer stood up at the front, Steve couldn't place the
uniform but he seemed to be a helicopter pilot, probably anti-submarine warfare
group. "Is this sub really as fast as they say it is, or is that a load of bull?
I mean it was commissioned back in the late 1970's right? That makes it almost
twenty years old?" Steve looked at the crowd choosing his next words carefully.
"In 1982 an Alfa class boat ran underneath a NATO fleet during peacetime
exercises, it was clocked at doing over forty knots. The fleet had no time to
react to the intrusion and reported that any effort to mount a defense would
have been ineffective. We must assume that despite the age of the hull it's
navigation, sonar and weapons have been upgraded to today's standard." The man
nodded and seat down, Admiral Grear stood up and took the mike, "Okay gentlemen
if that's it you may return to your posts." The men filtered out of the room
talking amongst themselves.

"So Admiral what next?" The heavyset man turned to him, "Actually you're going
on a little trip." Steve didn't like the way that sounded. "I'm assigning you to
the USS Connecticut." Steve tried to fit the name to a ship but he couldn't
recall it. "Excuse me Admiral I don't recall seeing that name on the fleets
Order of Battle." The old man smiled it's not a ship, it's a submarine. The
first commissioned Seawolf class hunter/killer submarine." Steve insides
crumpled like a house of cards. "Sir with all due respect. I've never been on a
sub in my life, I don't know what I could possibly do there." Keating crossed
his hands in front of him, "Son I've read your dossier, you seem to have a knack
for, shall we say being lucky, and that can be as valuable as any weapon on
board this ship." Steve pleaded. "So why can't I stay on board this ship."
Knowing that chances of surviving in combat on a sub were zilch, when compared
to an aircraft carrier. "Because if we have to wait for that sub to come to us
before we find it, then it will be too late. Don't sell your self short son you
have a gift of noticing things other people miss, and sometimes those things can
be important."

Resigned to his fate Steve had one last question, "When do I leave." The
Commander looked at the clock, "In fifteen minutes you'll be airlifted by
chopper, report to the XO." He held out his hand, "Good Luck son." Steve took
the hand and said goodbye" Tracy took him back to his room and waited while he
got dressed and collected his new kit. The she walked him back to the hanger
deck where the XO was waiting. "It was nice meeting you sir." Tracy said
saluting him. He returned the salute, "It was nice meeting you too Tracy, you
take care now." Four pilots suddenly ran past them, Steve watched them race up
the stairs to the flight deck. "What's going on?" The XO shrugged, "A Red
Chinese long range H-5 reconnaissance aircraft is heading this way. We already
have a patrol up there, but those guys are getting strapped in just to be
ready."

The XO pointed to a helicopter on the port side lift, "There's your ride
Lieutenant, good luck." Why were people always saying that to him, he felt like
a one legged man in a butt kicking contest." Steve ran towards the bird, the
crew chief helped him on board and strapped a Mae West life vest to him. The
elevator rose quickly and surfaced to the flight deck. The rotors whipped up a
fierce wind as the blades gained speed and the chopper lifted off into the
morning sun.

"Where are we going?" He yelled at the Crew Chief. The man pointed to an area
northwest of the fleet, "About three hundred miles that way." A couple of hours
later they arrived at an empty spot over the ocean, Steve was nervous, "I don't
see anything." He was hoping the boat wouldn't show up and he could go back to
the ship. "There!" The co-pilot pointed. Ten miles away they saw the white tell
tale feathery stream of water, betraying a submarine breaking the surface.
"Isn't she beautiful?" The pilot smiled. Steve shrugged, "Yeah beautiful, just
fucking beautiful."

He was attached to a cable as the helo hovered over the three story high conning
tower of the sub, down below he could see two small figures awaiting his arrival
one of them had a short stick. Steve was swung out of the door and lowered away
by the winch like bait on a hook. The wind seemed to pick up a bit as he swayed
like a wrecking ball. The sub was speeding along at three knots as it bobbed
along in the ocean, which didn't help any either. As the gap between him and the
two men narrowed, Steve was swinging in wider arcs. He could now see the stick
one of the men held had a wicked metal hook on the end of it. "The cable, hook
the cable!" The officer was yelling. This was like two men trying to thread a
needle on the back of a galloping horse.

He was now low enough for the pole to reach him, the ensign swung hard just as
the boat hit a swell dropping it by six feet. The hook missed the cable almost
connecting with Steve's vest. The sub rose back up and the deckhand lunged
again, but the helo was caught in an up draft and pulled Steve upwards. The hook
missed the cable a second time, but snagged in the armhole of the life vest. The
man pulled to bring him in but the blunt hook slipped into the partially open
zipper of the breast pocket. The wind suddenly blew in the opposite direction
and the pocket tore open, the hook ripped down the side of the jumpsuit scraping
skin along his ribs and stomach as it went. "Damn it Johnson! Gimmie that before
you fillet the guy." With a steadier hand and a better eye the officer was able
to grapple the line and haul Steve in. At the bottom of the ladder once inside
the Officer of the Day, called for the boat's doctor.

Steve was lucky having lost only a few inches of skin it still hurt thought. The
Doctor put a wide bandage around him. Struggling out of the overalls he noticed
the ripped pocket for the first time, checking the remaining pockets thoroughly
he was dismayed. The ring, it was gone, probably fell into the ocean, twenty
thousand dollars in the drink. He wondered if it was a bad omen. The XO helped
him to his feet, "Sorry about that scratch. Those transfers are tricky on the
good days."

An ensign appeared with a fresh shirt and jacket, changing quickly Steve was
take to the Captain's quarters.
The XO knocked on the door. "Come in." The Captain didn't sound happy. The XO
opened the door and ushered Steve first. "Sir this is Lt. Steve Seaver Naval
Intelligence." The short man looked Steve over with disdain. "You gonna be
okay?" Steve nodded, "I think so." The man stood up," My name is Captain Hiller.
Admiral Keating speaks highly of you, seems to think you have luck. We are going
to need that around here." Before the Captain could continue there was a knock
at the door. The XO opened it and received a piece of paper, "Message off the
VLF radio sir." He read it out loud. Attention USS Connecticut, fleet has
engaged and shot down a Communist Chinese long-range reconnaissance aircraft.
Stop. Aircraft resisted all attempts to be turned back. Stop Be alert hostile
action may commence at any time soon. Stop. You are authorized to fire in
self-defense only. End of message." Steve scratched an itch, "That must have the
H-5 which was coming in when I left. Well know we know they mean business. "

"Well looks like the honeymoons over." The XO remarked. "Have you had any sonar
contacts yet?" Steve inquired. The XO answered, "One diesel sub a hundred miles
from the fleet, just to the northeast."
Steve pointed to the door, "Could you show me?"

As the entered the cramped control room the Chief announced the Captains
arrival. Steve was quickly introduced to the senior officers and the situation
explained. Looking at the map where the hostile sub was plotted Steve suddenly
realized what the enemy might be up to, he looked at his watch, the Rolex Jennie
and Heather had bought him for Christmas. He wondered how they were coping. "In
a few minutes the fleet will enter the Chinese exclusion zone, It will remain on
its present course for another six hour's, and then head north towards the East
China Sea. That sub will be close enough to intercept the ships before the reach
the shallower waters." The officers around him shrugged, "Okay so what?"

Steve continued, "At this time the Seventh fleet will be with range of China's
medium range fighter-bombers. I believe they may try an air strike." One of the
Jr. officers shook his head, "Against a Ticonderoga class cruiser, and a fighter
wing? That's suicide." Others nodded with him in agreement.

He looked at the Captain, "What is the first action the Admiral would take upon
detecting an air raid?" The Captain thought for a moment. He would put the fleet
on full alert, launch more fighters, and recall all the helicopters." Steve
pounced on the sentence. "Exactly recall all the Anti-submarine helicopters.
That would leave the destroyers short sighted in the event of a submarine
attack. Sure they could still detect out to quite a ways but without the helos,
confirmation of the contacts would be difficult at best. Until they got close,
very close." The XO interrupted, "So you're saying the air attack is a feint?"
He shook his head, "No it would have to be real. If the Chinese could coordinate
a combined sub air assault on the fleet, one of them is bound to slip through.
You see in an air attack the ships must remain in formation and on course. Any
single ship attempting to take evasive maneuvers would leave a gap in the air
umbrella. That would leave them sitting ducks for any submarines lurking
nearby." The Weapons Chief waved his hand, "Even so, the Chinese would have to
risk loosing that sub, once it launch its torpedoes. There's no way it could
escape our ships in time, once the air attack is over we'd send out the ASW
helos again, bag them in no time.

"You think the N. Koreans are going to sacrifice a boat they paid so much for?
Hell I heard they don't even have enough money to buy rice for the army this
year." Steve sighed, "That's true, but the Chinese would sacrifice an old Kilo
class sub they knew we might detect anyway. If the diesel boat can get close
enough sink a destroyer, that would leave a gap in the ASW screen. Some of our
remaining escorts would pursue the attackers, and that would give the Alfa boat
the opportunity it needed to get in launch against the carrier and escape
clean." An officer raised his hand like schoolboy, "But why just two boats, the
Chinese and N. Koreans, have dozens of subs, why not use six or seven attack
subs." Steve queried the question for a second, "Because that would give us six
or seven opportunities to find them before they could get close enough, loosing
the element of surprise." The XO nodded, "If the timing is right the air strike
could be a successes to. Still it's one hell of a big gamble." The Captain
nodded, "True but the Chinese are known for being heavy gamblers, right Steve."
He nodded, "Does Admiral Keating know about that sub yet?" The XO nodded. "Yes
he does, but not an exact location yet they're still to far away." Steve pointed
to the map, "That Alfa's somewhere her, it has to be."

"So what do we do now Captain?" Steve asked. The master of the Sea Wolf
shrugged, "We can start a search of this grid area here." Pointing to the last
known locations of the Kilo class sub. "However we have no freedom of action to
fire unless in self defense. By that time the enemy sub may have already
penetrated the Seventh fleets outer AS perimeter. An area that I am forbidden to
enter under any circumstances. The best we can hope for is that the Alfa hangs
back twenty or so miles, and when he makes a high speed dash to close in for the
kill we'll pick him up on sonar and nail the bastard. Failing that. maybe we can
get lucky and pick him up on passive sonar before the attacks are launched and
pop him right at the beginning."

Steve stepped back, "Well that's all we can do then." The Captain gave him a
look, "God willing we'll be in the right place at the right time." Steve smiled,
"God? With all due respect Captain, God has nothing to do with this."

Back on the Kitty Hawk Tracy Smith was standing in the PX leafing through a copy
of the National Enquirer, when she saw a picture that made her eyes bug out. It
was a photo of actresses Winona Ryder and
Bridget Fonda coming out of a restaurant. The man following them was the same
man she had served breakfast to this morning. Tracy knew she had seen him
somewhere before, but what was he doing here?
Who was he?

Six hours later they were in position. Five miles astern of the Chinese sub,
just as Captain Hiller had predicted they had crossed into the Seventh fleets
outer defense parameter. The task force had sent a pair of helos out to scare
them off. "Conn sonar I have helos in bound two SH-20 Seahawks their ours."
Hiller turned o the XO, "Get Mr. Seaver up here." Steve arrived in the control
room within minutes. "Is it time?" Hiller informed him of the situation. "Any
aircraft yet?" The Captain shook his head. "Any contacts with the Alfa yet." The
Captain looked at Steve, "Nothing frankly I'm beginning to have second thoughts
about it being here." Steve looked disappointed, "It's here it has to be."
Hiller shook his head, "We've been through this area yard by yard and come up
with nothing. The Alfa has a titanium alloy hull and we can't find it? I don't
know." Steve interjected," The hull has clusterguard anechoic acoustical tiles
designed to resist detection." The Captain waved his hand, "Even so with our
technological advantage we should have heard something, a peep even. What if
you're wrong Seaver? What if the Alfa isn't even here? For all we know it could
be in the East China Sea or the Taiwan Straight." A voice cut in from the
loudspeaker. "Con, this is Sonar. The helos are approaching the Kilo range ten
miles." The Captain ordered the boat to periscope depth and raised the VLF
antenna.

A minute later a message was received message, From USS Kitty Hawk, To Seventh
Fleet, stop. Hostile aircraft in bound due east numbering one hundred plus. Stop
Range two hundred and twenty miles. Stop ETA twenty minutes. Stop. Report to
battle stations. Stop. Weapons release granted. Stop." The boat increased its
depth to a hundred meters. "Con, sonar the Seahawks are returning to the ship."
The XO pointed to the map, "That sub will be within torpedo range of the
destroyers within fifteen minutes."