Showtime [part 9]

[anonymous]

Showtime
Part 9
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By Anonymous



The group of celebrities standing on the deck, were awe struck at the carnage
they had just witnessed. There was however no wild screaming, no stampede of
footsteps. Just a quite nervous murmur, that permeated through the crowd. Peter
and Ted stood next to each other leaning against the railing, unmoving. When the
last shot sounded out, Sidney relaxed his grip on Bridget. Breaking free she
kicked off her shoes and jumped down the steps, running full tilt along the
path, Alyssa was close behind. Several people followed, others stood silently in
shock, crying, or mumbling quietly amongst themselves. The cries from one of the
girls screaming for an ambulance got people moving again. Susan ran after her
daughter, as did Robert, Jamie, Sigourney, Kurt, Sidney and a host of others.
Jane dashed into the house to get towels, and blankets.

Sarah and Jennifer found solace in each other's arms, and closed their eyes to
pray. "Please God, let them be okay, please..." Winona was crying into her
mother's arms like a six-year old that had just fallen off a swing.

Being first on the scene by a few seconds, Bridget stopped in her tracks as she
reached her friends. Between a flowerbed and a fountain, a single pool of light
illuminated them at the edge of the orange grove. Steve lay on his back, blood
soaked his entire chest, his eyes closed to the world. Beside him Heather was
sitting in blood holding his hand by the wrist trying to control her emotions.
"Hang on Steve, hang on..." Jennie sat behind Steve holding his head in her lap.
Stroking his face and hair speaking quietly through her tears. "Oh God please
no, no..." Jennie had taken off her jacket and stuffed it inside his shirt in an
effort to stop the bleeding. "Are you guy's hurt?" She asked timidly. They both
shook their heads no. It was hard to tell since they where both spotted with
blood.

A few feet beyond them she saw the gunman, sprawled out on his back like a paper
cut out, a small neat hole in the side of his head. She knelt beside Heather
placing her arms around her shoulders, Heather leaned on her,"His pulse is
weak." Alyssa ran into the light next breathing heavily, she put her hands to
her mouth, she sank to her knees beside Jennie,"Is ..is... he......alive?"
Jennie nodded silently sobbing. Alyssa noticed the blood oozing out of the wound
in his leg. Reaching under her dress she tore the lace trim from the bottom of
her slip, and tied a tourniquet around it. Heather turned to see Susan coming
down the path.
"WHERE THE HELL IS THAT AMBULANCE!!" She screamed. Susan looked frightened,
"It's on the way, I-I think they're sending a helicopter."

The others coming down gathered at the edge of the light, gasping at the horror
before them. Robert Redford worked his way around the group and went over to the
other man. He bent over and touched the man's neck. As he straightened up and
turned back to the crowd he shook his head.

Back up on the porch William Bradford stood next to his friend, and client of
nearly forty years. Pulling by the strap he carefully removed the hunting rifle
from Mr. Fonda's grasp, and laid it on a nearby table.
"As your attorney Peter, I must insist you not to talk to police without me
being present." Peter nodded without turning his head. Becky sat him down in a
chair, and put her arms about him.

Jane arrived with the towels, Winona, Sarah and Jennifer helping her. The girls
began stuffing and binding Steve until he looked like an extra large, used
tampon. Steve's eye's flickered open as they wrapped him like an early Christmas
present. He saw an angel staring down at him, well actually it was just Jennie.
But with the light shining down from a tree lamp above her head, she had that
halo affect around her face. He felt her soft warm hands holding his head, her
tears dripping on his cheeks. He felt hands all over his body. Jennie saw his
eyes blink for just a moment.
"Stay with me Steve, hang on You hear ME!"
Bridget leaned forward cupping his face in her trembling hands,"Don't you
dare die on me." They could hear his breathing wheezing tiredly. "Damn! He's
still bleeding from somewhere I can't find it!" Heather cried. "Did we get all
the wounds?" Sarah asked. "Yes all of them damn it!" Sigourney and Meg knelt
down next to the girls, "Roll him on his side." One of them ordered. They
carefully rolled him on his left side, his back was soaked in blood. A bullet
had gone all the way through. Meg and Sigourney shoved a towel under his jacket
where the exit hole was then laid him on his back again. He didn't even groan.
The girls looked at one another scared, unsure, feeling helpless.
"Shit, he's not breathing." Jennie swore. Winona looked up,"Are you sure?"
Jennifer flipped her long dark hair to one side and leaned over putting her ear
to his mouth, "I think she's right." Sarah started mouth to mouth, after five
minutes, Alyssa took over, then Meg relieved her. Heather kept a close watch on
his pulse and heart beat. Winona, pushed down on his heart as Bridget kept
count. Sigourney kept up pressure on the bandages. The women rotated every three
minutes for twenty minutes, until he came through. Meg was giving him the breath
of life when she suddenly felt his tongue slip into her mouth. "He's breathing!"
She yelled pulling back. The girls looked down to see his tongue lolling around
inside of his mouth. He let out a slight moan.
The paramedics arrived ten minutes later, as did the police. They carefully
removed the towels and set to work. Someone in the crowd threw up. After ten
minutes they strapped him to a gurney and wheeled him through the house to the
front. The helicopter was parked in the center of the circular driveway. Jennie
and Heather where bundled up into two separate ambulances, accompanied by
Alyssa, and Sarah. The other's stayed behind with their families, Jennifer stay
with them to help. The other guests scattered throughout the house, some in the
kitchen, others in the living or recreation rooms. A few stayed outside on the
deck.
More police flooded the house and grounds, searching the area for clues,
taking statements, securing the perimeter against the coming media onslaught.
The press arrived fifteen minutes after the police. Fortunately, they could be
kept well away from the house as the entire area was considered private
property. So they set up bases half a mile down the road from the Fonda ranch
and waited.
The first one's on the scene were black and white units. Upon discovering
what had happened and who was involved, they where glad for the first time in
their lives they weren't detectives. They organized evacuation of the victims,
and called for extra security at L.A. General Hospital. The first detective to
arrive took charge and immediately called for more men and a surveillance
helicopter.
As the ambulances pulled up to the emergency entrance wrapped in blankets
Jennie and Heather got out amid tight security, walking through a cordon of
hospital security guards, as the press yelled questions and took pictures from
behind the police barrier twenty feet away. The girls were badly shaken from
their ordeal, but stirred into action the second they stepped in the door. A
short blonde doctor was waiting for them as they burst through the sliding
doors. "Hello my I'm Dr. Jessica Mensa." The girls shook hands impatiently, "The
man who was brought in here Mr. Colt." Heather asked.
"We have a trauma team working on him now, all I can tell you is that he's
stable, they'll be taking him to the O.R. at anytime now." Alyssa rubbed her
eyes, how long will he be in there for?" The doctor turned to her,"From what I
know now, four maybe five hours. There was a lot of internal damage, but the
bleeding is well under control." The girls began to worry. Heather and Jennie
submitted to rudimentary examinations, but refused to take tranquilizers. Alyssa
and Sarah called all the families and settled down in a waiting room. Alyssa dug
a card out of her purse and made one more call.
"Mr. Fonda?" Peter looked up to see a tall heavyset black man in a grey
suit peering down at him. The man extended his hand, "My name is Frank Stone,
I'll be the detective in charge of the investigation." Peter stood up and shook
hands, then he introduced his family and lawyer. "I've read the statement you
gave to the first officer on the scene. I'd like to take you downtown for,
fingerprinting, test for powder burns and a few more questions." The lawyer
spoke up.
"Is my client being charged at this time?" The detective shook his
head,"Not yet, we're still taking some statements and the weapons are on the way
to the lab. We still have to recover the slugs from both victims."
After the O.J. Simpson fiasco Frank wasn't about to have his career flushed
down the toilet by rushing things. The cop flipped open his note pad,"Does the
name Dimitri Yuraknockov mean anything to you?" Peter shook his head, "No, was
that who he was?" The man nodded, "According to the driver's license found his
car. It was parked down the road about a mile away."
Jane and Susan agreed to stay at the house to take care of things, while
Peter and his lawyer went downtown along with Ted who it was decided would
handle the press. Bridget hugged her Dad as he left with the police,"Can I go to
the hospital?"
Kissing her on the forehead he nodded, "Call me when you know anything."
Jennifer offered to drive her, but Becky insisted on a police car taking
them, six male officers standing nearby immediately volunteered for the duty.
Captain Stone picked out two female officers taking statements. Winona's parents
still had to be interviewed they would be along later.
Driving past the hordes of photographers and battery of cameras, the lights
flashed by like shooting stars. The girls ran into the hospital and skidded to a
halt in front of the nurse's station. "Steve Colt!" They said in harmony. A
motherly gray haired nurse looked up at them, "He's being operated on right now
ladies, please have a seat. Alyssa came out of a nearby waiting room, they
walked over and hugged her. She pulled them inside the room was full of people.
Jennie's family was there, her parents and fiancee. Heather's parents and
friends Kelly Rutherford, and Coutney-Thorne Smith showed up, her husband was on
tour.
Both women had been brought a change of clothes, so the press wouldn't get
any pictures of their blood soaked outfits. Jennie refused her mothers offer to
help her change. Last thing she needed tonight was for her mother to find out,
that her youngest daughter had the taste of a high-class hooker when it came to
lingerie. The damaged clothes where taken by the police as evidence. Except of
course their underwear, which probably would have been "misplaced" on the way to
the lab anyway. Hopefully the tests wouldn't find any semen on her dress. Jennie
got up and went to Bridget, "How's your dad?"
Bridget put on a brave face, "He's fine they're taking him downtown for
further questioning,"Jennie put her arms around her frightened companion,"Is
Steve going to be okay?" She asked.
"He's in surgery probably for another two hours." Jennifer was talking with
Sarah and Alyssa, "How long has he been in there?" Sarah looked up at the clock
on the wall, "Two hours fifteen minutes." The new comers were introduced to
Jennie's folks and then settled down for a wait. Alyssa, Sarah and Jennifer each
called their parents, just to let them know they were safe, and not involved.
"What's taking so long?" Jennifer whined, "It's been five hours! They said
four." Bridget smiled tiredly, "Well at least we know he's still alive, that's a
good sign. Isn't it?" By this time Jennie and Heather had been questioned by the
police, and been allowed to go home to be with their babies. Six hours later Dr.
Mensa walked into the waiting room. Bridget was still up, bleary eyed,
exhausted, emotionally drained but awake. She woke up Alyssa, Sarah, Jennifer,
and Winona. Her parents had gone back to her house. Bridget's mother Susan had
come in during the morning.
Despite the long night the doctor looked better than the girls did. She
directed her remarks to Bridget first of all. Since the event took place at her
father's residence, and she was uncertain as the relationship of the others,
with the patient. "Well you friend is out of surgery, we removed two bullets
from the leg, and left chest. The one in the shoulder came out of the upper
back. He's lost a lot of blood, but there wasn't too much internal damage, the
next twenty-four hours will be the most important. If there are no complications
by tomorrow morning, his chances of survival will be good. He should recover
fully, since no major organs were hit except his left lung. So he'll be on a
ventilator for a while to help him breath. Right now he's resting comfortably,
all we can do is wait and pray."
Bridget put her arms around the doctor's shoulders,"Thank you!" Winona came
up behind her as did the others. "Could we please see him?" She asked. "He'll be
asleep for the next ten hours. But you can go in for five minutes, two at a
time." Winona smiled hugged Dr. Mensa. "Oh one more thing we found an additional
injury, other that the gunshot wounds. The girls looked scared for a moment,
"Mr. Colt has two sets of four parallel scratch marks on his back, starting near
his spine and going outwards. Did he and the attacker get into a physical
struggle?" The girls shook their heads unknowingly, "None of us were close
enough to see at that time." Winona replied. "Well nothing serious, they should
heal given time. You're friend is down the hall first door on the left." She
waved goodbye and left. Alyssa, casually stuck her hands under her armpits. Then
she went to a phone and called the others to let them know Steve was out of
surgery. Bridget and Winona went in first. Holding hands the quietly walked into
the ICU. Standing in the doorway they absorbed the sight which greeted them.
Winona closed her eyes for a second and opened them again. Bridget took a deep
breath. They stepped into the room they moved to the bedside. He didn't look bad
for a guy with more hoses and wires attached to him than a car in an auto shop.
His skin was pale and damp, electrodes were pasted onto his forehead, and a
large tube was taped to his mouth connected to a hose that ended at a
ventilator. Another smaller tube fed oxygen through his nose. The IV stuck in
his right arm dripped steadily. He sounded like Darth Vader on Valium. Bridget
stood closest to Steve, she put her hand through the guard rail of the bed.
Their hands touched, cold, clammy, nervously. He looked so different, weak,
helpless, a shadow. Winona put her arm around her friend,"It wasn't your fault,
nothing could have stopped him you know that." Bridget stared down at her
superman, "If I hadn't had the party..." Winona sighed, "It doesn't matter,
Steve still would have been there for them. Just like he was there for us."
Winona leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, saying a silent prayer.
Bridget gave his hand a slight squeeze, she wasn't sure and it might have been a
reaction but she thought his hand squeezed back.
She let go of his hand and gave him small kiss on the cheek. She and Winona
left the room feeling a little better than before. Going back into the waiting
room they managed a cautious smile. Alyssa stood up looking somewhat disheveled,
as did they all. "How does he look?" She asked grabbing hold of Winona's hands.
"He looks good." She smiled. "Why don't you go on in." Alyssa looked at Sarah
and Jennifer. "You guy's go ahead. I'll wait." Jennifer suggested.
Alyssa and Sarah looked into the room not quite knowing what to expect. It
smelled of disinfectant, the monitors beeped and displayed his vital signs. They
walked in and peeked around the privacy curtain that was pulled halfway down the
bed. Sarah gasped at the sight. Alyssa winced a bit. He looked half a step away
from death. His chest was uncovered, swathed in a big roll of bandages, his
right arm was in a sling.
Alyssa put her hand on his arm, then kneeled down on the floor to pray.
Sarah followed suit, after a minute or so they got up. Alyssa reached over and
brushed his face gently with the back of her fingers,"Just make it one more day
that's all you have to do." Sarah began to cry a bit, "You can do it Steve, I
know you can."
Alyssa put an arm around her friend, they both kissed his cheek, and slowly
walked out of the room. When they came back Susan took Jennifer in. When she saw
Steve she wanted to cry all over him, Susan held her as she swayed back and
forth. "He'll be alright won't he?" She asked quietly.
"He'll be just fine." Susan smiled meekly.
The girls gathered for a quick meeting in the waiting room. Susan went
downstairs to arrange transport. They would all go home and get some rest,
Heather and Jennie would drop by to see Steve in a few hours. If anything
happened the hospital would call Bridget and Winona, they in turn would call
everyone else. Bridget had talked to her dad's lawyer and Uncle Ted, both had
persuaded her that when it came to questions concerning Mr. Colt and how they
came to know him, it was best to tell the truth. Since no cover story they could
come up with would hold for very long. The girls decided that there was no harm
in telling the world about Steve, and the accident. His relationship with the
other girls would still go undetected. As far as his intervention on Jennie and
Heather's behalf last night that would be called a matter of luck. Alyssa looked
around,"Who has his Company ID?" Jennifer glanced over, "I do." Bridget nodded,
"Keep it in a safe place, don't let anyone see it." The younger girl nodded.
The Fonda's and Horowitz's along with Heather and Jennie would hold a press
conference later in the day. After the police had released a statement, of there
preliminary investigation. The girls agreed that any other questions asked
before then would be answered with the routine,"No comment." Then their families
arrived to take them home. Mr. Fonda appeared tired but in good spirits, after
hugging his daughter and greeting the others he had a quite word with one of the
doctors to find out Steve's prognosis, and arrange to pay for all Steve's
medical expenses, regardless of his insurance coverage. Winona wrote out a
visitor list for the nursing staff. The throng of reporters outside was
intimidating, even Peter was taken back. However they ignored the crowd and
brushed off any questions.
By this time America had woken up to find out what had happened the night
before. According to the news. A stalker had made an attempt to abduct, or kill
actresses Heather Locklear and Jennie Garth at a private party given by actor
Peter Fonda. The plot was foiled when the man shot and critically wounded an
unknown guest, who stumbled onto them. Then the stalker himself was shot dead by
Mr. Peter Fonda. After several hours of questioning by L.A. Police Mr. Fonda was
released on his own recognizance without being charged, pending further
investigation. The hospital released a statement of Steve's injuries, and
expected recovery. At this time they refused to release his name pending notice
of next of kin.
It was going to be a slow day in Hollywood, many people at the party didn't
get home till 4AM. Schedules were rearranged, meetings post phoned, shoots back
logged. Sarah and Jennifer stayed with Alyssa at her place. Her three dogs
jumped up on them giving Alyssa a hard time for not coming home last night. She
cradled Hugo's head in her hands, and gave the German shepherd GUARD dog a big
kiss on the top of his nose, his tongue came out and licked under her chin
playfully. (She really does have a BIG GUARD DOG) Her other two smaller dogs
found sympathetic friends in Sarah and Jennifer. The girls had some snacks,
Alyssa fed her dogs and kicked them out in the back yard. Then they went
upstairs and stripped off, sharing her queen size bed for the morning.
Within hours of the event phones began to ring halfway across the country.
The CIA went into action to find out why one of its floaters got aerated, and
what he was doing at a big celebrity party. They started by back tracking all of
his movements for the last two-weeks, a picture began to form. Steve's relatives
and employer were notified by the L.A.P.D. they got on the next flight to Los
Angeles.
Several hours later the girls awoke still tired and groggy. They prepared
to meet the group at the hospital, Jennifer called ahead to see how Steve was
doing. The duty nurse told her if she wanted any information she would have to
come down to the ICU in person. When they got there the others had already
arrived, Heather was there with her father, Jennie, Bridget, and Winona with
their families. A small group of actors and actresses stood nearby, they had
come for moral support. Uncle Ted stood conspicuously in the background.
Mr. Bradford Peter's lawyer made the initial statement, informing the press
of his client's current status in the police investigation. Most of the first
questions involved Peter Fonda, the answers were short and brief.
Heather and Jennie made a short speech in which they thanked the public for
their support, asked for their prayers, and answered a few stupid questions from
the reporters. Without batting a wing they denied any prior relationship or
knowledge of their Mr. Colt. Then the media started asking more questions about
Steve Colt, whose name had been released by the police.
Bridget and Winona stepped up and broke their silence about the accident.
Their friends stood in the wings and watched. The press went nuts with
questions, cameras flashed, microphones where held out like offerings to the
gods. Questions were yelled loudly, people shouted over each other making it
hard to hear anything, after a few minutes of controlled chaos the girls ended
the conference and headed inside. A line of security guards cordoned off the
entrance behind them to keep out the press and crowd of on lookers.
The group stepped inside the hospital to a quite calm. Taking separate
elevators they made their way to ICU, several baskets of flowers already crowded
the nurse's station. Bridget got to the counter first, Steve was resting
comfortably but was not yet awake. Inside the waiting room they saw two women,
watching the TV which was bolted to a shelf up in one corner of the room. The
they were tall at least 5'11, one was noticeably older than the other, who
looked to be in her early twenties, they were reasonably well dressed and quite
fit looking. The TV was tuned into the news channel, which was just finishing
the live broadcast of the press meeting they had just given outside. The
reporter was just giving his last comments.
The older women turned around to see Jane Fonda standing in the doorway.
She instantly recognized the 70's film star, walking over to group and held out
her hand, "My name is Nancy Greyson, Aeronautics Editor of Jane's Magazine and
Mr. Colt's boss." The younger women came up behind her, "This is Miss Lisa Colt,
Steve's sister." Nancy was dressed in a charcoal grey pantsuit with a peach
blouse, her brown curly hair was starting to show a tint of silver. Heather
guessed she was in her early fifties. She had a Lauren Bachallish look about
her. Steve's sister had dark long curly hair, there was a slight resemblance
between her and Jennifer. One could almost see an older, taller version of
Jennifer Love Hewitt in her, except her breasts were very small, like a
swimmer's chest. She wore a simple off white skirt, matching jacket and light
blue blouse. Her gold wire glasses made her look like a secretary. The two women
were introduced to the rest of the group, and they all sat down to talk. Bridget
and Winona filled them in on what had happened last night, both women where
astonished at just who Steve had made friends with.




Jennie and Heather went in to see Steve, the pressure of the media had kept
them at home with their children up until now. It was now about 3PM, Steve was
still sleeping as they entered the room, Jennie was surprised at the amount of
equipment hooked up to him. It seemed like it wasn't Steve lying there but an
empty shell, long since vacated. Only the constant beep of the vital signs
flickering across the monitor reassured her of residency. Elvis had not yet left
the building. Approaching the bedside cautiously they stood by their knight in
defective armor. Heather leaned over and kissed his lips, a single tear dropped
onto the end of his nose.
"I'm sorry forgive me." She whispered silently. Jennie wiped her eyes, his
hand in hers, "Please don't go we love you." She cried in an inaudible hush.
Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind, Steve sat at plain wooden table
across from Death. Wearing a black hooded cowl it offered him eternal rest,
peace, quiet, and no more taxes. Best of all it promised almost certain entry to
heaven, and reunification with past love ones, a most tempting offer. Steve
looked over his shoulder into the glare of the media spotlight that was waiting
for him if he returned. He saw his life and those of the girls being ripped
apart on a hundred channels, trials, divorces, careers shattered like French
lead crystal on Italian marble. Perhaps it was better this way, a short term
pain, for long term security, dead men can't talk. He held out his hand towards
Death. A white bony hand emerged from beneath robe and took him in its grasp.
From somewhere behind him Steve heard a horrible penetrating scream.
Jennie screamed over and over again, as the monitor flat lined like pizza
dough though a set of steel rollers. Heather rushed to the door and yelled for
help. A team of nurses and guys in white coats with stethoscopes round their
necks came rushing in pushing Heather out into the hall. Jennie was put into a
corner as they started. Two people began CPR with the others readied the crash
cart. Someone yelled CLEAR! And then placed a set of electro-shock paddles on
Steve's chest. A nurse hit the switch, which sent a high voltage charge surging
through his still heart. His torso kicked up as they stopped to watch the
monitor, no change. The CPR team went back to work. The girls and family crowded
around the doorway watching the drama unfold. Bridget buried her face in her
Dad's chest as he held her. Winona held hands with Heather and Sarah. alyssa
went into the room to be with Jennie. They watched helplessly as the medical
staff tried to save him. After ten gut wrenching minutes, they stopped working.
Silence enveloped the room.
"NO-O-O-O-O-O!" Lisa cried out in the background, Jennie's mother comforted
the girl. The room was quite. The girls could scarcely believe it he was so
close. "Time of death?" A doctor asked. One of the nurses looked at the clock on
the wall, "3:15PM."
A single beep sounded as she answered. The green line of the EKG monitor
jumped to life,"Beep...beep...beep..." His body shuddered, as a nurse strapped
on an oxygen mask an read out his vital signs. His sister rushed to the side of
the bed, Jennie and Alyssa pushed their way in. Lisa picked up his hand and held
it tightly to her chest. "Come on Steve you can do it! Come oooonn!" Another
women pushed her way through the crowd,"Lisa!" Steve's sister half turned to see
who had called her,"Cathy in here! " The woman rushed in.
Steve looked into the blackness of Death's hood, a clock appeared in thin
air over its shoulder, the time read 3:15. The screams tugged at his soul like
small children seeing an ice cream truck. Death tightened it's grip, then he
heard a soft voice calling him familiar, clear, and confident. Then a second
voice joined the first, then another and another. Death suddenly let go of his
hand, it turned walking away into nothingness. The clock began to tick, Steve
got up from the table and moved towards the sounds of the voices.
His eye's fluttered open he could smell jasmine. At first he could only
make out vague shapes of faces, soft voices. Things began to come into focus, he
recognized Alyssa, then Jennie, their eyes puffy and red. He could not place the
other two female faces one looked like Jennifer but different older maybe. She
did look cute though, they both did. Maybe he'd get to slip woody into their wet
willing lips one day, actually they kind of reminded him of his sisters, Cathy
and Lisa. How many times had he spied on them, when they were taking showers, or
masturbating in their bedrooms as they grew up. "Steve can you hear me?" Boy
they even sounded like his sisters that would be some fantasy if... "Steve wake
up!"
His eyes blinked once, twice. "Lisa? Cathy?" He said groggily, a shiver of
sickness and guilt went through his system like a bottle of laxative. "Hey
little brother, glad to see ya!" Cathy smiled generously.
"Welcome back shrimp." Lisa said as she kissed him. He looked around and
smiled at Alyssa and Jennie, they seemed relieved. A doctor leaned over and put
a cold stethoscope on his chest. (You know they can build an artificial heart,
but can they keep those damn things warm Nooo!) the doctor nodded, "You'll be
fine. My name is Alan Edwards, can you tell me yours?" Steve shook his head,
Colt, Steve Colt." The doctor then asked Steve if he knew the date, where he was
and how he felt. The doctor smiled and looked at the girls, "Looks like he'll be
okay." The medical team left and moved everyone out of the room.
Steve touched Jennies arm as she turned to leave. "Heather?" Jennie smiled
softly and put a hand over his, "She's alright she's just outside in the hall."
He pulled himself up, getting what would have been a really fun rush if it
hadn't hurt so much. "Y-you o-okay?" She patted his hand, "Just fine." She
kissed his forehead and pushed him back down by the shoulders. "Now you get some
rest, let us take care of you for once." Reluctantly he sank back into the bed,
and watched her sexy little ass wiggle out of the room. He looked up at the EKG
monitor as his heart began to palpitate, he forced his mind to think of Hillary
Clinton naked.
Out in the hall another wave of emotion subsided within the group, they
walked back to the waiting room as the doctor explained to them what had just
happened, and how it would affect Steve's recovery. In short he had just had a
heart attack which, had made him clinically dead for a minute. The good part was
that his system was able to jump start itself back into awareness, and he had
woken up. Now that he was awake, his chances of recovery were much better.
Although in the meantime he'd still be very weak and only be awake for brief
periods. "When can we see him?" Cathy asked. "Why don't you come back tomorrow
morning. After he's had a good nights rest." Doctor Alan suggested.
Before everyone split up Lisa introduced Steve's other sister Cathy around.
"My gosh Steve said he knew people in L.A. he never named names." She exclaimed.
"Do you guy's have a place to stay here in town?" Heather asked. "We're at the
Regent." Cathy replied. Heather reached into Her purse and pulled out a note pad
and pen. "You can all stay with me, my husbands out of out on tour, it's just
me, and Eva. I have plenty of room." Nancy smiled "Thanks for the offer but I
have business here in town, I'll be better off at the hotel." Lisa took the
paper, "We don't want to impose." Heather smiled, "Don't worry, besides if you
stay in a hotel you won't have any privacy once they find out you're here. Go
back to the hotel pack, and get a cab." Cathy hugged the actress, "Thanks, we
really appreciate this. Oh could you tell us where Steve was staying we'd like
to get his things" Heather patted her on the back, "Your welcome." Winona spoke
up, "I'll arrange to have his things sent over to Heather's."
Nancy interjected, "Could I have his laptop sent to my hotel?" Heather
turned and looked at her, "Why don't you come over to my place for dinner
tonight, and you can get it when you're there?" Nancy accepted and got Heather's
address. "As a matter of fact anyone who can make it, Dinner at my place tonight
at 6PM." She turned back to Steve's sisters and Nancy,"Just dress casual and I
suggest you leave by another exit, so the press doesn't see you with us." The
girls bid the others goodbye and turned down the hallway. "Sarah and Winona came
up besides Heather as they continued down the hall, "That was genius." Sarah
whispered. "Now we'll get to know everything about Steve in no time." Winona
chimed in. "Amanda would have been proud." Heather smiled wickedly.
The group went back downstairs and ran the press gauntlet again. Most of
the news that day focused on Mr. Fonda, the press smelled blood and were still
hoping for a trial. However it was a bit more restrained than the O.J. Simpson
event. Two factors enabled this, the first being the death of Princess Diana
Spencer, and Mother Theresa a few weeks earlier. Much of the world's attention
was still caught up in their tragic deaths. The second factor was Ted Turner's
close relationship with Peter and Jane Fonda. Nobody wanted to piss off a guy
who could buy the station and turn it into a parking lot.
Winona was the last to arrive at Heather's. Sarah, Alyssa, and Jennie were
the only ones able to attend, as well as Jennie's family, and Alyssa's parents.
Heather's mother answered the door and let her in. She could hear the others
laughing in the living room. The two dogs came up yipping and barking at her,
Heather shooed them away and kissed Winona on the cheek. The others wave hello
and Winona went over to the Chinese take out buffet set up on the side table.
Lisa was telling them about Steve in high school. "Ya he was pretty active
in high school, Debating team, Chess club, Astrology club, and Home Ec." Winona
sat down at the table next to Sarah, "Steve took Home Economics?" Cathy put down
her glass, "Ya he figured it was a way to meet girls." Alyssa leaned forward and
looked down the table, "And did he?" Her mom frowned at her, "Alyssa Jayne, mind
your manners." Lisa grinned,"Not unless you count Patty Armbruster, she had this
crush on Steve all year. But she wasn't quite his type, to wild."
Lin Milano smiled, "From what I've heard, I only hope my daughter meets
someone as nice as your brother one day." Alyssa made a face,"Mother!" Her mom
smiled sarcastically, "Just looking out for you dear." The other girls smiled a
tiny bit wondering what Alyssa's mom would think if she knew the truth about her
daughter and Steve. Alyssa looked at her dad, who was staring at Sarah, "Oh let
her be Lin." He said off the cuff. Alyssa was slightly taken back that her dad
was gawking at a girl younger that she was. Of course nothing surprised her
anymore about her dad since she posed in the nude back in 1996 and showed him
the pictures afterwards. His reaction was not the angry, tyrant that she
expected, but rather compassionate and understanding.
"Was he popular in school?" Jennie asked. "Well he had friends, but I
wouldn't say popular, he was one of the nice guys." Lisa replied.
"I remember one of the girls in my class was getting harassed her first day
in school, by these three guys in the hall. Steve intervened and told them to
leave her alone." Heather laced her fingers together and put her elbows on the
table, "Let me guess they backed off and Steve got a date with the girl." Cathy
grinned, "Not exactly, they stuffed him into a garbage can. Lucky for him Cathy
and I came down the hall and heard him yelling. So we kicked the crap out of
them, and pulled him out." Everyone laughed gaily. "Boy was he ever mad." Cathy
recollected. "That must have been so humiliating, for him." Winona sympathized.
"Yea every time he got in an argument with someone, they just said. What are you
going to do about it Stevee baby, get one your kids sisters to beat me up?" Lisa
laughed,"Dad signed Cathy and I up for karate lessons when we were real young so
we could take care of ourselves." Sarah looked at Cathy, "What level did you
guys get to?" Cathy reflected, "Black, but we haven't done any in years."
Heather's father laughed, "You see Heather I'm not the only dad like that."
Cathy turned, "You know karate too?" Heather shook her locks, "Jujistu, Tae Kwan
Do, and Smith and Wesson. Not a lot but just enough, it was me the guys were
afraid of not my dad."
"How come Steve didn't take lessons?" Alyssa inquired. Lisa answered, "I
guess dad figured he would be able to take care of himself. Who knew we'd out
grow him at the age of fourteen, don't think he ever got over that. It's
probably why he joined the Army." Heather's dad let out a loud cough everyone
turned his way. Nancy grinned, and whispered, "The Marines!" Cathy and Lisa
looked at Mr. Locklear, "Were you in the Marines Mr. Locklear." Heather's dad
stuck his chest out, "Bill, and yes I was a Colonel, ma'am, and I'll thank you
not to get the Corp mix up with those over armed Boy Scouts again." Heather made
a face, "Dad was in so long, I was eight years old before I realized his name
wasn't sir." That cracked the group up, even Heather's father managed a smile.
"Tell me something Cathy, what made Steve sign up for the Marines." Nancy
asked. Cathy and Lisa exchanged looks. "Didn't he tell you?" Nancy shook her
silver hair. Lisa started off, "Well we don't no either, but we think it was
money." Heather's mom spoke up, "Unless things have changed, the Marines don't
pay that well on a Jr. officers salary." Cathy shook her head, "No that's not
it. Our parents only had enough money set aside to send one of us to college.
Since Steve was the oldest he got first dibs, and he had the marks to go to."
Cathy looked down at the table, "But in his senior year his marks went down, and
he decided to enlist, go to a Military College."
Heather was puzzled, "Why the drop in marks?" Lisa shrugged, "He never
said, but I think it had something to do with the money. He knew if he went,
Cathy and I would never be able to attend. So the money was passed on to us, and
working nights we managed to get through." Heather sighed,"Your brother is quite
a guy." The girls smiled, "Yes he is, we just wished we saw him more than twice
a year." Nancy waved her hands,"Don't look at me I keep telling him to take some
time off, but he never listens. Last year he spent a total of four months in New
York."
Lisa smiled, "I must say it's very nice to meet you in person."
Nancy raised her glass, "Not quite the Battleaxe, you expected huh?" Lisa
grinned shyly. "I know what your brother calls me behind my back. What was that
now as he so eloquently puts it, the Mother of Saddam Hussain, the reason
depleted uranium bullets were invented." Cathy tried to put up a defense in her
brother's name, "I'm sure he means that in the most affectionate way. "Nancy
smiled gently, "It's okay, I just keep bugging him to find a nice girl settle
down and get married. I love your brother like a son, but sometimes he can be as
thick as a bomb shelter. " Lisa leaned forward, "Is he seeing anyone? He never
tells us anything." Nancy shrugged, "Well if he is it's one secret he's managed
to keep from me." The girl's faces went blank.
Winona shook her head, "Did he ever do anything selfish, or mean?"
Cathy smirked, "You mean like the time he sat behind me and my boyfriend at
the movies, and kept coughing every time the poor guy made a move." Lisa
cringed, "Well at least he didn't leave you at Macdonald's one night to walk
home five miles." Alyssa frowned, "Why did he do that?" Lisa pursed her lips,
"Because he wanted to take Leslie Sanderson to visit her grandmother." The sound
of laughter ringed the table. A soft cry came from one of the nearby bedrooms,
Heather and Jennie exchanged glances. Their mother's got up and left the room,
Jen's mom came back a minute later with her grandchild Luca Bella. Jennie took
her baby at the table everyone fussed over it. Heather's mom came back with her
baby Eva. The same maternal thought struck Alyssa, and Winona.
As the night wound down arrangements were made to show the girls around
town and make sure they were well taken care of during their stay. The evening
ended on a positive note, Heather's parents would take the sisters to the
hospital in the morning, the others would drop by later in the day or evening.
Nancy left for the hotel taking Steve's laptop with her, she'd be meeting with
the local CIA branch to do a damage assessment and find out what else Steve was
keeping from her. The other's helped Heather clean up then left for home.
Steve slept well the drugs kept him in a state of bliss and happiness.
About 9AM he strained to open his eyes. "Morning, shrimp." That could only be
Lisa, he decided. His eyes began to focus, her worried face came into true
color. She bent down and kissed his cheek. "You had us going there for a while."
He turned his head slightly to see Cathy standing just behind Lisa. He tried to
talk his voice creaky and dry. "Th-anks." He murmured around the tube in his
mouth. His chest hurt heavily, it felt like someone had put him back together
with staples and glue. "Be quiet, don't say anything just rest." His sister
continued. He smiled like a drunk,"You both look terrific." Cathy was only an
inch shorter than Lisa, at 5'10" she had a more rounded figure and fuller
breasts. Her hair was dyed strawberry blonde and curly. Cathy tilted her head,
"Must be the morphine talking. There's someone here who would like to meet you."

Cathy moved away as Heather's father stepped forward, "This is Mr. & Mrs.
Locklear, Heather Locklear's parents, she was one of the actresses you saved the
other night." Steve shifted his gaze to the couple Heather Had her mother's
looks. "Mighty honored to meet you son. Our little girl's all we have, and on
behalf of the family I thank you very much for stepping in like you did. I might
add the Corps quite proud of you too." Heather's mom just cried and kissed him.
Steve tried to move his arm, it felt like it was made of lead. "Now don't bother
with formalities, like your sister said you just get better." He looked back at
his sisters, "Stay-ing lo-ong?" Lisa nodded, "A week and guess where were
staying? At Heather's place. We had dinner last night with Winona Ryder, and
Jennie Garth. Alyssa Milano is such a nice person, not at all the like the
papers make her out to be!" Cathy interrupted, "Oh we meet your boss Nancy too,
she's not Atilla the Nun you said she was." As usual his sisters were talking
fasterthan he could listen. "She said she'd be in later today to see how you
were."
Steve smiled, "Nice." Lisa smiled, "We should let you rest, the Locklear's
are going to show us around town, and we'll drop bye tonight." She squeezed his
hand, Cathy gave him a peck on the cheek, and the group left.
Nancy was taken directly in to see James, the Station Chief of the C.I.A.
Los Angeles office. "Lovely to see you again Nancy." He got up and came around
the front of his desk. She let him hug her,"You're looking well James, thank you
for the call." She sat down as James got her a coffee from the machine on his
amour. "How's Muriel doing these day's?" Nancy asked accepting the cup. "Oh
she's fine, the boy's are doing well at UCLA, you're invited for supper tonight
by the way." She smiled she hadn't seen the boys since they were in grade
school, "That sound's wonderful." she smiled. He handed her a briefing folder,
"How's our boy holding out?" She smiled, "He's a fighter, the doctors say he
should pull through." James nodded, "Good, that's good. His sister's handling
this okay" Nancy smiled,"They're doing well, considering what has happened,
Miss. Locklear has taken them in.
"What do we know about the man who shot Steve?" James shrugged,"As far as
we can tell he was some kind of obsessed fan gone nuts, the cops are raiding his
home today. Our preliminary checks show nothing unusual. Low income single white
male, loner type, a few minors on his police record."
James sat back in his high leather chair, and leaned back. "Our boY Steve
has been quite busy lately. As far as we can make out, his meeting with Miss
Fonda and Ryder was accidental, literally." Nancy grinned, "So he was
responsible for rescuing them." James nodded, " Although what he was doing on
that road on his way to the airport we don't know yet. Nor do we know the basis
for his relationship with the other actresses."
Nancy looked up from the folder, "What other actresses?" James continued,
"We back checked all his phone, fax, e-mail, and hotel records during this trip.
When he was in Japan, his phone records show two incoming calls from residential
phones. in L.A. One number belongs to actress Jennie Garth, almost an hour, the
other from Miss Alyssa Milano, also about an hour. She also sent him an E-Mail."
Nancy's eyebrows went up, "Any idea of the content's of the conversation?" James
shook his head.
"I have his laptop, we can see if the message is still on file." They were
disappointed to find that it wasn't, but glad to see that his security practices
were on the up and up. "At that point we checked on their movements, and guess
what we found. Miss Milano, Garth and third actress Sarah Michelle Geller, all
stayed at the same hotel as Steve when he passed through L.A. on his way to
Japan. Nancy frowned, "What where they doing in a hotel?" James smiled, "Emmy
Awards, and they won big time." She nodded,"Damn his expense account is going to
be big."
James turned the page, "On Steve's return from Japan, L.A. airport lobby
cameras show that he was met by a young girl, we believe it was Miss Geller."
The photograph was poor but it clearly showed Steve pushing a baggage cart,
between two very young, and beautiful girls. They wore sunglasses and caps but
you could tell it was them. "Who's the other one?" She said giving the photo
back to him. "That is Miss Jennifer Love Hewitt, also an actress. We're not sure
which one Miss Geller was there to meet, but as you can see they all left
together. We think Miss Hewitt's being on the same plane as Steve was
coincidental, since she made a last minute booking and there is no evidence of
their meeting while in Japan." Nancy Shook her head, "Wow, no wonder he's never
home. I assume all these women were also at the Fonda party?" James put his
hands behind his head,"Yep." Nancy sipped her coffee, "And what about Miss
Locklear the intended victim, any direct link to Steve."
James bit his lip, "You're not going to like this, Colonel Locklear retired
ran a check on Steve a week ago, he got all of his USMC service records, and
since Steve was one of our people. The computer red flagged the search and we
sent someone to ask a few questions. The reason given for the check was that
Steve was going to be a movie consultant, something called"Dead Ends." Supposed
to be the sequel to "True Lies", from what we've been able to find out no such
film exists, or is being planned." Nancy shifted uncomfortably in her seat,
crossing her long legs in front of her. "So Miss Locklear knows who Steve really
works for." James nodded,"And judging by the closeness of her relationship with
the others, they probably Know too." Nancy nodded in agreement, "I had dinner
with some of them last night at Heather's, Milano, Garth, Ryder and Geller. They
seemed pretty tight, and they where fascinated with Steve's up bringing. You
should have seen the way they questioned his sisters."
"One more thing, the night after they all left, a body was discovered in a
sub-basement of the hotel." Nancy leaned forward a bit. "A black male petty
criminal, drug user, cocaine overdose. We can't link him to any of them, but
sure is a hell of a coincidence." Nancy put the folder back on the desk, "This
could be bigger than the O.J. Simpson fiasco.
"My God what has he gotten himself into?" She asked rhetorically, and "What
is the Company going to do now?" James smiled briefly, "What we do best,
nothing. We sit tight and hope they don't dig too deep, and if they do we
stonewall em, and muddy the facts. Of course as of yesterday Steve is officially
relieved from the Agency. Not that he ever did work here." Nancy stood up, "I'll
do what I can to keep the press out of your garden, hopefully this won't get to
messy. I'll leave his laptop her so your people can go over it. Also I couldn't
find his Company I.D. since the media or cops aren't on to us by know we can
assume one of the girls has it." James grimaced, "Damn, you'd better find out
and fast. That's the last thing we need."
"I'm on it. Did he learn anything interesting in Japan that maybe he forgot
to tell me about?" She winked. James smiled, "Sorry Nancy, I don't know what
you're talking about." Thanks James." They shook hands,"I'll tell Muriel to be
expecting you around 7PM? And when you see Steve give him our regards." She
nodded and left for the hospital.
Checking in at the nurses station Nancy was glad to find out Steve had
slept well. She tried to enter the room noiselessly but was betrayed by her
2-inch heels. His eyes cracked open like shutters, he managed a weak,"Hello."
Nancy smiled pleasantly and picked up his hand, "How are you feeling?" He
grinned slightly, "Like hell, how's James?" She pulled a chair close to the bed,
and sat down, "He's worried, say's to give you his best wishes." Steve took a
deep breath, or at least what he could. "What happened?"
Nancy told Steve all about the excitement he missed while he was
indisposed. He was surprised hear about Mr. Fonda, it made him worry about
Bridget, thank goodness her family and the girls were there for her.
What she didn't tell him was what James had dug up on him and the
celebrities. Although Steve had a pretty good idea they already knew something
about it. As he imagined the media was milking this for all the money it could
make, he only hoped that none of the girls would get hurt in the process. After
twenty minutes Nancy could see that he was tiring, so she got up to leave.
"Nancy?" She moved closer to him almost face to face. "Tell James.... " She
smiled, "You're worried about your new friends." He nodded.
"James say's don't, unless of course they seduced you into giving away code
secrets?" That made him smile awkwardly. "It was tough I didn't give em nothin."
She was glad to see he still had his humor. She kissed him motherly like on the
cheek and rubbed his head. "One last thing, your ID did you have it on you last
night?" He gave a sharp nod. "Well it hasn't surfaced, any idea on who might
have picked it up?" He tried to remember the when was last moment he knew he had
it, "Ask Miss Locklear." Nancy nodded,"Okay, rest I'll see you later."




When she left Steve closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Visions clashed
in his mind, soviet submarines lurked beneath a surface of lust and sexuality.
Alyssa's face the moment he pierced her virginity, Bridget's serenity as the
drove to the party, Jennies sly smile as they fucked on the balcony, the fear of
Heather's face as he came down the path. Memories of long ago and far away came
back, haunting and teasing him. A voice was calling him, his eye's opened.
"Doc?"
Dr. Kwan smiled brightly, "Good to see you Steve." Steve nodded,"Good to
see you too, how am I." Kwan laughed, "You be glad to see anyone wight now, the
talk is you gonna be fine." He felt relieved, coming from Kwan that meant
something. "The girls?" Kwan chuckled, "Not to worry, they are fine. I look
out."
He closed his eye's Dr. Kwan put on his hat and left.
Heather was stunned when Nancy approached her about Steve's secret
identity. At first she was guarded, Nancy made her realize that she was not the
enemy. Without revealing too much the girls handed over his ID. Nancy assured
the girls that the Company had no interest in them, or their relationship with
Steve. She left a day later, telling Steve not to worry about his job, she'd
take care of him.
The next couple of days were a blur of faces, voices and smells for Steve.
But gradually, he became more attuned to his surroundings. By the time he had
sufficient strength to stay awake for an hour at a time he was moved to another
floor. His room had a TV and phone, this was to be his home for the next three
weeks. His physiotherapist turned out to be a knock out redhead California girl
named Ashley from Malibu. The girls were not overly thrilled about that,
thankfully most of the nurse were older, fatter or married, thought there where
a few cuties that would merit keeping a close eye on.
A day later the Fonda's came by just Becky, Peter, and Bridget. Steve was
happy to see them, "I'm glad to see you're off the hook." Peter grinned, "Oh it
wasn't even close." Becky and Bridget, kissed him hello. "I guess this mean's
we're even." Steve continued. Peter laughed, "Not really, I only shot him after
he was through with you." Steve raised the top of his bed, "Well you did save
Miss Locklear, and Miss Garth. How does it feel to be a hero?" Peter shrugged,
"Oh not bad, maybe we could start a club." Becky nudged him, "Never mind him
Steve, you just rest and let us know if you need anything at all. He shook his
head, "No I'll be just fine." Bridget was conspicuous by her silence, she just
stood there looking at him.
After a few days he could get out of bed for little walks down the hall
with a walker. Sometimes the girls would support him, people smiled and politely
asked for autographs, even Steve's. Through out his recovery, true to their word
the girls were there for him. He talked to each of them usually an hour a day,
often more. A rough schedule was worked out so that at least one of them would
drop by everyday, usually in the evenings. Usually two would come by, and often
the others would phone. Once he woke up in the middle of the night to find
Bridget curled up in bed beside him, sleeping quietly. She was so adorable, he
wanted to scoop her up in his arms and make love to her with a fierce unbridled
passion. He turned slightly, pain flamed through his chest like a hot welding
torch he lay back, maybe tomorrow.
But there were times when their visits only made things worst for him.
Steve asked the doctors for stronger **********, the pain was keeping him awake
at night. The doctors where a bit puzzled by this, at this stage the physical
pain shouldn't have been that severe. Reluctantly they increased his
prescription bit by bit. It wasn't the physical trauma, which was preventing his
sleep, but the reoccurring nightmares he was experiencing. Especially the one
about the party, how he watched helplessly from the deck as Jennie and Heather
where shot to death. He dreamed of all the girls. Opening the door of the hotel
room, only to find Alyssa lying on the bed brutally raped and strangled to
death, her cold hazel eyes staring up at him. Trying to open the door of
Winona's car as she drowned before his eye's, her fist's banging on the window,
watching Sarah and Jennifer being forced screaming into a big black car.
Carrying Bridget's lifeless body out of the water.
In each instance he was just too late. He would also dream about other
things he had done in the past. Old memories came back to haunt him, it was
these he actually feared the most. Remarkably neither the nurses nor the girls
found out about this. Although they thought it was strange how he was always
tired in the morning. Whenever anyone asked him how he slept, he would just
smile and say fine.
Bridget came in early one morning it was no where near visiting hours, she
asked the nurse if she could just sit with him. Closing the door behind her, she
slowly walked around the bed heading for the chair in the corner. She saw Steve
sleeping in a sitting position the room was still dark. The sun would be up for
another hour, moonlight flitted through the space in the drapes. "Bridget?" She
startled as he whispered her name. "Sorry did I wake you?" She asked. "No." She
moved to the left side of the bed. Steve patted the mattress, she sat down next
to him.
"You allright?" Bridget nodded. In the near darkness all he could see was
her bright blue eyes, the faint outline of her facial features, and the modest
low neck line of her sweater. Her scent was music to his nose. Seeing him in
hale she leaned in closer. He sniffed the light fragrance at her neck it was
heady stuff. "What are you wearing?" He asked. Bridget tilted her head up
exposing her throat, "Its called Dark Obsession." He pressed his lips to the
side of her neck working downwards. Alternating between kisses and licks he made
his way across her throat, over her collarbone, and down her white sternum.
She leaned back a bit as he kissed between her quivering heaving breasts.
"Mmmmmhh." A soft moan crossed her lips as he nosed his way into cleavage.
She brought her hands up and unbuttoned her top, revealing a simple white bra,
with its single clasp in the front. Steve gingerly tackled it with his teeth,
and after a few wiggling tries which drove Bridget crazy. He managed to unhook
it, she pulled the straps from her shoulders freeing her small white round
breasts for him. By this time her nipples were well swollen and hardened.
Leaning froward again, she got on her knees and brought his face to her bosom.
His lips slid along her tit, coming to rest on a nipple, she pushed the
protrusion, into his mouth. Steve's tongue flicked and licked at it, his mouth
sucking more of her tender flesh inside it's warm wet opening. His good hand
work Bridget's other breast through its fingertips, pinching her excited nipple.
She responded by wrapping her arms tightly around his head almost crushing him
to her chest. Her panties became moist with emotion.
Bridget slipped a hand under her dress and worked her fingers past her
panties. "Oooohhh" She gasped as her finger, massaged her clitoris, then pressed
forward into her opening sex. Releasing his head she removed his hand from her
breast and pulled it down between her legs. Letting her guide his finger Steve
held it straight as Bridget pushed it up into her wiggling cunt. Then held it
there as she bounced on his hand. He moved his mouth to her other nipple,
leaving the first one engorged and wet. Her own hand came up caressing her open
breast. Each time her slick heated pussy lunged down on Steve's hand brought her
a little closer to an orgasm. Her last few thrusts built up a small climax deep
inside which quietly released itself, as Bridget pushed her vagina against his
hand and held it there as she trembled with her cumming tides. Wetness seeped
from within her soaking his fingers, and pooling into the palm of Steve's hand.
She pulled his face up and kissed her lover deeply with a throaty desire, then
collapsed against his chest.
Even her lithe form weighed heavy on his damaged torso, but Steve
suppressed the pain, it was worth it. The sound of their breathing seemed to
fill the room. They held each other for a while, in comforting silence. "I
thought I'd lost you forever." Bridget whispered sadly. "Sorry if I scared you,
it's alright now." Steve replied reassuringly. She heard the beating of his
heart, as he cradled her head on his chest.
They hadn't even heard the other person who had slipped in unnoticed.
"Morning." At first they were startled, Bridget refastened her bra, and began
buttoning up her sweater. They breathed a sigh of relief as they recognized the
voice. "Trying to give us both heart attacks?" Bridget asked as she turned to
face the new visitor. "Sorry, I didn't want to spoil the moment." She said
apologetically. "I was on my way to an early shoot I thought I'd drop by and see
if he was, up?" she nodded to the big circus tent now formed in the middle of
the bed sheet. Bridget turned around and chuckled. Steve looked down at his hard
cock poking up through the sheet. "Thanks Jennifer, very thoughtful of you."
Bridget tried to read her watch, in the dim light, "What time is it?"
Jennifer looked at her luminous dial sports watch, the one Steve had given
her,"5:30AM." Bridget hopped off the bed, "Can't believe I've been here an hour.
" She grabbed Steve by the back of his head and gave him an amorous kiss. "I
have to go, you have a good day and I'll call you later." Steve pouted a bit,
"What about the rest of me?" He whined gesturing to his lower extremities.
Bridget smirked, "Love would you mind?" The young dark actress huffed,
"Weeell okay, just this once." Bridget kissed her affectionately,"Thanks I'll
owe you one, and be careful with him, he's still pretty weak." Jennifer hugged
her friend, "Trust me, I'll be very gentle." Bridget smiled, "I do trust you,
him no. Don't let him talk you in to anything he can't handle." She looked
sternly at Steve, "If you end up back in ICU, swear to God I'll come down there
and finish you off myself, hear me." Steve nodded silently, mentally calculating
just how much of Jennifer he could love without serious physical repercussions.
Leaving the two alone she rushed out closing door behind. The hospital staff had
standing instructions not to come in when the door was closed, so they knew they
were safe from intrusion.
Jennifer stepped forward and peeled off her tight black t-shirt and tossed
it at his face. Steve sniffed the material, she smelled great. Underneath she
wore a black plain under wire support bra. Unfortunately having boobs her size
meant always having to wear heavy duty bras, which she detested. "Well think
you're ready for Iittl'o me?" She asked innocently. Her breasts jiggled slightly
in their cups as she jumped up onto the bed next to him. Steve realized in his
current condition, Jennifer could very well be responsible for his demise. But
she looked so damn seductive in the growing moonlight. Her skintight spandex
leggings displayed her fine thighs and pelvis so deliciously he could feel his
mouth watering. "Why don't you just hop up on here and we'll see." He made a
useless grab for her waist she scooted away. "Hey I'm in charge here." She
picked up the bed's control unit and lowered him flat on his back.
Then the young tramp stood up and turned her back to him. Propping him self
up on his elbows, he watched as she made a show of removing her bra and swinging
it over her head before tossing it in his lap. As she turned around her other
arm came up to cover her naked breasts. Steve stared like a pervert in a strip
joint. As she turned her back to him again, Jennifer shimmed out of her painted
on spandex pants, she wiggled her ass to get them over her hips, showing off a
pair of white cotton bikini panties. Jennifer kicked off her runners to get the
leggings off her feet. Twirling around once more she covered her tits with both
arms, and smiled at him with her big brown Bambi eyes. Turning her back once
more she bent over at the waist and slowly pushed her panties, all the way down
her trim sexy legs. Steve's dick was screaming for relief by now. Once off she
twirled them around her finger and flicked them over her head. Steve reached out
and caught them bringing the soft cloth to his face rubbing his cheek with them.
Jennifer whirled around on last time, on arm over her breasts, and the other
covering her pussy. "Do you mind I have to wear those today." She said jokingly.
Letting her hands fall to her sides she skillfully she mounted the bed.
Straddling his face Jennifer Love pushed back the sheets, and lifted his
gown. She sighed, "I am so glad you didn't get hit down here." Steve tried not
to laugh, "Me too."
He could feel Jennifer warm breath slowing as she bent over, and took his
strained erection into her willing mouth. Steve let out a small cry as he felt
her soft tongue, slid along his hardened prick. Lifting his head Steve began
nosing around her black hole, sniffing her feminine odor. She moaned on his cock
as his lips pressed against hers and his tongue poked between them. In the
lickfest that followed as Jennifer's mouth reacquainted itself with Steve's
cock, it took only a couple of minutes before his cum gushed into her throat.
Taking the first spurt into her stomach she pulled back, and held his cock head
between her lips as he ejaculated into her mouth. Finding it difficult to
swallow three weeks worth of sperm. Jennifer continued to jerk Steve off with
her hand as he sprayed globs of cream all over her face. It splattered on her
nose forehead, eye lids and cheeks. Slowly the mess dripped down her face, she
lashed out with her tongue. Catching it as the salty sticky mess smeared her
lips. Steve was still licking deep inside her, sucking her vulva and clit trying
to kiss her cervix. As Jennifer love gyrated on his face she finally got an
orgasm when he lightly bit her clitoris. Steve was impressed as she bucked and
shook gently.
"If your mother could see you now." Jennifer jumped in surprise. Steve
looked up sharply at the voice. All Steve could see was her ass. Jennifer smiled
at her lover, "Just dropping by for a quick visit." Winona came forward, "I can
see what you came for, morning Steve." She waved. "Anything left for me?"
Jennifer smirked, "Sorry, only what I'm wearing." Jennifer dismounted and sat on
the edge of the bed in front of her friend. Winona laughed quietly, "Well I
guess it will have to do." Taking the young girls face in her hands she stuck
out her long pink tongue. Moving her whole head Winona licked Jennifer's
features with deliberately slow strokes. Flicking her tongue upwards each time
and looking a Steve when she brought his sperm inside her mouth. Jennifer would
then French kiss Winona in an attempt to recover some of his precious seed for
her own diet. When Jennifer's face was clean, Winona pushed the naked starlet
back on to the bed, Jennifer lay across Steve's lower legs, with her vagina
poised on the edge. Winona worked her way down Jennifer's torso. Briefly
stopping to enjoy her already enlarged nipples, before letting her tongue trace
a wet line over her flat post teen tummy. Jennifer spread her legs, putting her
feet up on the edge of the bed. With a small moan she arched her back and
fondled her breasts as Winona's mouth met her heated sex. "Mmmmmmhhhhhh."
Jennifer murmured quitely.
Steve tried to lean forward to partake in the festivities but Jennifer
pushed him back down. She put a hand behind Winona's head applying slight
pressure as the star's mouth massaged her sexuality. Winona quickly felt
Jennifer's clit expanding between her lips as she mouthed her way around the
young girl's vulva. Jennifer started a gentle swaying motion swinging on
Winona's face. Quietly she rocked her way to her second orgasm of the morning,
as Winona sucked on her sensitive erect clitoris. A series of sharp shivers
accompanied by a low throaty moan told he that Jennifer had climaxed, as her
legs dropped over the side of the bed. Winona licked the excess nectar seeping
out of Jennifer's cunt. Steve listened intently to the sounds of their eroticism
in the dark room. Winona's slurping and Jennifer's stifled moan's produced
another erection in him.
Spying his new erection Winona stripped out of her jeans and shucked off
her shoes. Her cunt was already in a state of excitement from her previous
encounter. The crotch of her baby blue panties where soaked with her fluids.
Facing away from Steve so she wasn't putting pressure on his thigh's Winona
mounted her stud. Jennifer helped position his cock for the long slide inside
her friend's private parts. Carefully she lowered her lips onto his slick dome
gasping for breath as his passed her entrance and pressed beyond.
It took a full thirty seconds for her settle down, her labia encompassing
the base of his cock. Jennifer got down between their legs lapped at their
united organs. Winona began to slowly ride Steve's cock as it expanded with in
her, moving faster with each gentle thrust they created a combined orgasm for
Winona's pleasure. Her muscles work his prick with the eagerness of a collage
girl, as Jennifer kept licking her clitoris. Suddenly she stopped thrusting
downwards as her orgasm peaked. Tension drained from her as Steve's sperm flowed
inside her narrow passage warming her pelvic region. Jennifer sat up shaking her
long dark hair, pulling Winona up they kissed like only girls could. "Thanks
that felt wonderful." Winona glanced slyly at Steve, "Better than him." Jennifer
smiled flashing her gleaming white teeth, "Of course!"
Steve pretend to look hurt, "Well I am handicapped." Jennifer smiled
warmly, "Sorry, but when it comes to pleasing a girl orally women have better
intuition." Jennifer helped Winona dismount from Steve's softened organ. She let
the young girl eat some of his cum from her now gaping hole, Jennifer stuck a
couple of fingers in scooping some of the messy goop feeding Winona. "Hmmm
gooood" Winona remarked as she slid off the bed and went to the wash room to
clean up. Jennifer looked at her watch, "Shit, I'm late." Jumping off the bed
she scrambled to find her clothes. "Steve where's my underwear." Looking
hopeful, "Can't I keep them." She frowned at him, "My pants are too tight,
give." Reluctantly he handed over her dreamy under things. "You can have another
pair later, I promise." She whispered, as she struggled to get dressed quickly.
Checking her clothing wasn't inside out Jennifer tied her hair up into a bun.
"Take care." She moaned pecking his cheek. Giving Winona a quick hug she dashed
out the door, for her morning shoot. Winona got dressed, "No, you're not having
mine either. I'm not going to spend the rest of the day pulling my pants out of
my crotch, just so you can jerk off in my underwear."
She walked around the bed and opened the drapes then sat on his left side.
They sat cuddled together watching the sunrise. Falling asleep shortly after
they Steve woke up an hour later at 7AM. He watched Winona sleeping, she looked
so beautiful, so at peace. Seeing her wake up was even more enjoyable, she was
like a kitten blinking and stretching,"Mmmmmmmhh." She smiled at him, "I've
always wanted to wake up in your arms." He bent down give her a soft light kiss.
A small tear trickled from the corner of his eye. "Are you crying?" He wiped his
eye,"No just cold air." Turning slightly she enclosed his lips with hers. "Love
you." She murmured. "Thanks, I love you too." He smiled. She rolled out of bed,
"I have to go." Steve frowned, "What about breakfast?" She looked at him like he
had just said something stupid. "In this place? Sorry, you may have to eat their
food I don't. I'll get something on the way." She gave him a fast parting kiss,
and cautiously opened the door. He waved as she turned around and blew a kiss as
the door closed behind her. By the end of the week his sisters, were ready to go
home. Steve had learned all his childhood secrets had been betrayed, for a
couple of outfits from Fredricks of Hollywood, full hair and body treatments by
Vidal of We Be Styles, and lunch with the cast members of 90210, MP, and Ally
McBeal. All this while Steve was enjoying the entree's of the Hospital
Cafeteria, and being sponge bathed by a big hairy guy named Melvin, he was sure
the girls had something to do with that. They told him to keep in touch and left
looking like completely different women.
When the police interviewed him, a couple of days after the shooting, Steve
could add no more information than Heather and Jennifer had already given. Which
was fair since all he did was get shot, and pass out.
The police found all the answers they needed during the raid on the dead
mans home there was a mountain of evidence. Dimitri Youraknocov was an ex-postal
carrier, currently working in a chocolate factory. By his neighbor's accounts he
was a pleasant, well mannered, quite fellow, who liked to help out in the
community. They were shocked when he was discovered to be the kidnapper/gunman,
his house was the picture of a responsible homeowner, from the well maintained
lawn to the freshly painted white picked fence, and the little flower boxes in
the windows.
But inside police found another world. A back bedroom had been
soundproofed, the window bricked up, the only pieces of furniture were a double
bed, desk, chair, dresser and a small TV set. The bed was old and had nylon
straps nailed to each corner, above it on the wall were hundreds of photos of
Heather taken throughout her career. One of the junior detectives counted them
out of curiosity, he came up with three-hundred-sixty-nine. From one wall hung a
set of chains with manacles attached to the ends. From the ceiling above the bed
hung a similar set of chains, on the wall opposite side of the room a video
camera was mounted on a pivoted bracket. The dresser was filled with all types
of lingerie, in a variety of colors and materials. From silk and satin to
leather and lace, the lower drawers contained various, vibrators, and dildos the
longest being two feet in length.
In the other bedroom the they found a TV and VCR which where connected to
the camera, in the chamber, the closet in that room was stuffed with whips,
rope, handcuffs, and bondage outfits. On the bed was a blow up doll with a
picture of Heather's face taped to it, in the corner was a stack of hardcore
pornographic video tapes. The search team came to the kitchen, several officers
were arguing over who had to open the refrigerator. After five minutes a junior
female rookie stepped forward and yanked open the door. She jumped back with a
scream, half the men almost shit themselves. The group leaned forward peering
cautiously inside the fridge. On the shelf all alone sat a container of milk.
"Shit! Kate, Frank just about pissed himself." One of the men exclaimed. Frank
looked over, "Did not!" The young girl laughed, "Serves you right, you bunch of
big baby's." He looked back at her somewhat ashamed, one of the guy's suggested
she open the freezer. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open, stepping
shielding her face with the door as she did so. It too was empty, in the garage
that the police made their most shocking discovery.
Lined up along the far wall, stacked like sacks of flour, were large gray
canvas bags. They contained years and years of undelivered mail. Sorting through
the bundles of yellowed envelopes the postal inspectors later found all of the
mail to be personal only. It seems Dimitri had indeed delivered all of the
bills, checks, and business letters, this explained how he had manage to keep
his job for so long. Until he sexually harassed a senior female employee, and
was let go. Just how sick and warped was this guy?
In the living room was a computer, a spe******t was called in to go through
the files. He found 20,000 pornographic faked pictures of female celebrities,
many of Heather of course, also a large number of Alyssa, Sarah-Michelle,
Jennifer Love and Rosanne Barr. There were also erotic fantasy stories, many
involved hypnotizing women into becoming sex slaves. In particular there was one
perverse story called Corruption in Hollywood, what the psychiatrist called the
twisted delusion of an unhealthily imagination, not seen since Charles Manson.
Another piece of fiction found was called Showtime, which the psychiatrist
considered to be a work of erotic literary art. Other files were about the
techniques of hypnosis and making pipe bombs. When Heather and Jennie found out
about this they broke down and cried, it would have been a fate worse than
death.
During his recuperation the girls visited him on alternate days. With them
came their friend's, families and co-workers. Jen's family couldn't do enough to
express their thanks, Ian Zeigler and Jason Priestly were very appreciative of
him taking care of their "little Jennie." To Jennie they were her second family.
So were Tiffany Amber, Tori and Shannon, he got the impression that they wished
to express their gratitude in a more personal manner. Jennie stood behind them,
as Tiffany and Tori kissed him full on the mouth, their tongues really surprised
him. Not wanting to be rude, he responded in kind. He thought Jennie would
strangle both of them on the spot, she just smiled tightly. Shannon's kiss was a
little more polite, she and Jennie seemed very close.
It was a thrill for Steve when he met, Coutney-Thorne Smith and Daphne
Zuniga. Calista Flockhart also tagged along in one of her trademark micro-mini
skirts. She had a nice, lickable pair of legs, and Courtney was as cute as her
name. As she leaned over to give him a polite peck on the cheek. Her expensive
azure silk blouse billowed out giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her snow
white lace wonder bra encased breasts. He felt his temperature rise considerably
and hoped it didn't show on his face. There was no way in hell Heather was going
to leave him alone with these three. She tried to act casual around Steve but
the fact that she touched him eight times in thirty seconds told the others she
was very protective of him. Just as they where all leaving. Calista noticed her
shoelace of her sneakers was untied. Putting her foot on the arm of a chair she
bent over to tie it up. Luckily for him, Calista was facing his way when she did
it. The view was perfect, giving him a leisurely look up her short skirt at her
panty free neatly trimmed tight pussy. He managed to break his stare away from
this wonderful site at the last second. But when their eye's made contact again,
her sly smile told him that she had done it on purpose. She gave a small wave
goodbye and turned to her friends waiting in the hallway.
A minute later Alyssa came bouncing into his room. "Hi Steve!" She said
bubbly, as she kicked the door closed with her foot. I thought we'd have lunch
together today. He smiled at her, "Sorry Lyssa, Carmen Electra is dropping by
taking me out to La French's." She put the hospital tray down on his table, "Ha
Ha! Very funny." He shrugged and accepted her hello kiss. "I thought so. You
just missed Heather and the girls." She put a brown bag next to the tray. "I
know, saw them in the hall, also got your lunch from the server." He could smell
something wonderfully tasty, (I mean other than Alyssa Milano) "What's in the
bag?" She smiled, "Small salad, and taco's." Steve looked like a hopeful dog.
"For me." She continued. If his ears could have drooped over they would have.
"Let's see what you're having." She lifted the lid excitedly, "Ohh! Milk,
chicken soup, ham & cheese sandwiches and ice cream." Steve made a face like a
five-year old presented with a bowl of Brussels sprouts.
He looked longing at Alyssa's taco's which, coincidentally she was holding
about chest high. Today she was wearing a lovely embroidered purple blouse, and
jeans. Just before coming in she had undone an extra button, leaving a nice
V-shaped gap between her breasts. She saw his gaze, and wasn't quite sure what
he was slobbering over. "See something you like?" He swallowed," Very much, and
you look nice too." She frowned,"Doctor said no spicy food for you." Reaching
into the bag she retrieved a bundle and passed it to him. "So I got you a
burger." He brightened up like a porch light, "Oh God love you Lyssa, thanks."
She chuckled, "But eat your soup first." He put the hamburger down and obeyed.
They talked over lunch, she told him Mr. Spelling had approached her with a
part in for a new series, something about three sisters finding out they where
witches. Course it meant leaving Melrose Place, but that show was doomed since
Heather was leaving anyway. Nothing was certain yet but he wanted her to stay in
touch. Steve was happy for her, hoping it would be a good career move for her.
She also told him of her publicity problems of her nude pictures all over the
Internet.
He smiled slyly, "Actually I think they're not bad at all." She frowned,
"Steeve, you didn't." He shrugged, "Sorry, curiosity, but you're much prettier
in person." He added trying to cover his ass. "You should be ashamed of yourself
looking at pictures of a naked twenty-year old girl." He just smiled, "You've
matured beautifully. Anyway try to ignore them, the more attention you give them
the more pictures they'll put up." She shrugged, "I know, what really bothers me
is those sickos that write sex stories about us. Did Heather tell you about the
ones the police found on that guy's PC. It was disgusting, what kind of a
mentally deranged person writes stuff like that." He stroked her hair, "There's
all kinds out there Alyssa."
She picked up the ice cream container and peeled back the top, offering it
to him. He shook his head. "Not very appetizing is it." She commented on flat
white substance already beginning to melt. "Maybe I can help make it more
appealing." She got up pulled the curtain around the bed, then unbuttoned her
top completely. "Alyssa, are you nuts!" She just smiled ever so slightly,
unhooking the front of her purple satin bra, bringing her fabulous breasts in to
view. Then she picked up the ice cream cup and hesitatingly applied the
semi-frozen treat to her large sensitive nipples, pressing her tits deep into
the cup. The cold concoction hardened her nipples like ice. Alyssa bit her lip
as the cold numbed her areola. "Oh God is that ever cold." Steve watched wide
eyed as she pressed the cup against her breasts, rotating it about her nipples.
Putting the container down, he could see the huge indentations her nipples had
made in the ice cream. Both of which where now coated in a film of white liquid.
She looked at him devilishly, "Well is this more appetizing?"
Pushing the tray away he pulled her closer to him and licking one of her
creamy nipples. She tilted her head back as his tongue wiped across the end of
her breast. Her fingers grabbed his hair, as he sucked on the growing nipple,
his tongue circling her areola, licking up from the underside of her breast.
"Ohhh fuck yess." She groaned. He quickly repeated the move on her other breast
before the creamy liquid dripped down her stomach and made a mess. Then he just
licked and sucked Alyssa's breasts with abandonment. She cried for release, as
his cock hardened in her hand while she jacked him up and down. Tearing at her
jeans she pushed them off kicking her feet to get out of her shoes. She was all
fired up and there was no stopping her now. Pulling the sheets back Alyssa bent
down and stuffed his cock into her mouth. Steve groaned almost too loudly in
response. He took the opportunity to slip a hand between her legs, a few gentle
caresses and she was flowing like a river. Alyssa quickly got Steve up to full
mast, and well lubricated with her new hidden talents. As his penis easily past
her gag-reflex and entered her tight throat.
Before he could lose it she pushed him back down on the bed and mounted his
cock. Determinedly she lowered herself onto his erection, it was still difficult
but after a number of thrusts she managed to impale herself all the way down to
his groin. Which was pretty good, considering she was a virgin only a few weeks
ago. Steve just lay there as Alyssa slid his pole inside her post-virgin cunt at
her own leisure. She made little kitten like mews as his penis wobbled inside
her. All he could do was fondle her breast with his good hand, which she a held
to her chest. Fifteen minutes later he couldn't hold back an anymore. "Alyyssaa,
I'mm gooinng too .."
She groaned quietly as her pelvis tightened up when her orgasm burst
through her like a broken water balloon. Steve's cum sprayed the walls of her
vagina, blasting at the opening of her cervix, with its potent sperm. A
comforting warmth spread throughout her womb. "Finally." She thought, "I have
his seed truly inside me." Lyssa smiled as she leaned over and kissed her
companion. She tasted so sweet for some reason. "Er, Lyssa are you?" Steve
stuttered. "It's okay I'm not fertile." She whispered. "I'm so glad it was you
first again." He gave her a one armed hug. "Thanks." Suddenly realizing that
anyone could walk in at any second the two quickly separated, and got dressed,
well she did anyway. Alyssa finished buttoning her blouse an gave him a parting
kiss, light yet full of feeling, "I'm going to enjoy spending the rest of the
day, with your sperm inside me." She whispered hauntingly. Steve just stared at
her, "Thanks for the ice cream." They both laughed and she went back to work.
A host of other celebrities also came by including many that where at the
fateful party, he was grateful to Sigournney and Meg for helping to save his
life. They were quite modest. Eventually Heather's husband showed up, thankfully
neither he nor the band remembered Steve from their previous encounter. He was
actually a pretty decent guy when he was sober.




It was through Alyssa and Sarah, that he met Reese Witherspoon, Courtney
Cox, and Denise Richard's. Jennifer introduced him to Alicia Silverstone, Neve
Campbell, Christina Ricci, and Clair Danes. It wasn't that he asked to meet
them, not that he minded. But the girls were constantly asked by their peers to
meet him. Like it or not Steve was the man to been seen with at this time.
Before meeting Alicia, Christina and Claire, Jennifer and Sarah warned him to
keep his charms to himself.
He grinned jokingly, "Scared of a little competition Jennifer?" You think a
guy as smart as Steve would have known better that to make a bone headed
statement like that, especially to two young girls in a profession where looks
mattered most. As Jennifer put it in a most hostile tone of voice, "If you flirt
with that peroxide Barbie bimbo bitch, (Alicia) I'll never let you touch me
again." Sarah joined in, "And as for the others they're under age, so hands
off."
Steve took the threats seriously. He'd never do anything that might
potentially damage his relationship with Jennifer and Sarah. The girls stood
back and watched the next day as Steve met with their friends, he was reserved
and polite. The fact that Alicia showed up in a pair of tight jeans with a low
cut t-shirt didn't help any, the others were better dressed. Christina wore a
black bulky sweater, and Claire wore a plain turquoise blouse and slacks. At the
end they gave him a friendly kiss goodbye, how could he refuse. Steve tried not
to let his enthusiasm get the best of him, he never thought he'd be thankful
that Alicia Silverstone only kissed him on the cheek. Jennifer made a face
behind the other girls backs, then smiled sweetly as they all left together.
Steve was buried in a pile of greeting cards, flowers, fan mail and
business offers which the girls helped him sort out. Most of the mail was from
women, who had seen his photo on the news, and a surprising number of them where
marriage proposals, with pictures of varying degree's of nudity. These quickly
found their way into the circular file, before Steve got to see them. He even
got a card from Anna the stewardess, postmarked Malaysia. If the girls happened
to be visiting during dinner they got into the habit of feeding him, since his
right arm was in a sling. He hated it, and fussed like a big baby.
The Company had returned his laptop and continued to do what work he could
from his hospital bed. By this time the media had finally milked Mr. Fonda and
Yurinokov for all they could. There wasn't going to be a trial. Peter Fonda had
come out a big hero for saving the lives of Jennie and Heather. So they turned
their attention sharply on Steve and the girls. Especially when they discovered
the money had donated to charity, which the girls had done in his name as well
as there own. They handled the press exceptionally well, Bridget only lost it
once when she shoved a photographer into a flowerbed outside the hospital.
Eventually even he agreed to an exclusive interview with Inside Editions
Deborah Norville. Steve had been watching her during his convalescence, she
seemed to be a nice women, and a knock out to boot. The girls cringed in
disbelief when he told them that it was her journalistic integrity, which made
him pick her. He didn't mention her gorgeous long slender legs, or vivacious
smile, Steve wouldn't mind getting inside her edition. All four girls sat in on
the interview, and did much of the talking. The questions were kept easy and
relatively harmless. Deborah showed up in a lavender outfit. The skirt was short
enough to disturb Steve's concentration, only the presence of a TV camera
prevented him from getting an erection. He was really surprised when she shook
his hand and kissed him lightly on the cheek after the interview. The girls were
less impressed. As his recovery progressed the interest of the media grew, he
was on the news almost every night for a week, him and President Clinton/Monica
Lewinski. The girls gave a couple of more interviews to help ease the pressure,
but it remained a constant threat. Sooner or later someone was going to find out
something. He pondered his options carefully, and came to a singular desperate
disheartening conclusion.
"Well look who's up." Steve turned off his laptop and closed the screen.
"Morning Heather, Jennie." The girls came in carrying their babies. A nurse
closed the door behind them.
Steve smiled uneasily, "We thought it was time you all met." Jennie
grinned, "This is my daughter Luca Belle." She bent down and placed the small
package in his good arm. The babies were almost a year old. Steve felt uneasy,
Heather sat on bed beside him, "And this is Eva Elizabeth." She cried kissing
him on the cheek, hugging him lightly. Looking at Jennie, he could see that she
was equally, shaken. The babies began to fuss as their mothers put them down.
Steve cuddled little Luca, she stared up at him with her big blue eyes and
smiled. Jennie sat down on the other side. "I can certainly see they have their
mothers looks." He admired. Jennie smirked,"Flattery will get you nowhere." She
tussled his dark hair playfully, her eyes grew dim, "You know that night, I was
so scared that Luca would grow up without her mother." Heather sighed, "That's
what frightened me too." The babies yawned and began to fall asleep.
Heather wiped a tear from her eye, "And then you came charging down the
path like Rambo. I knew we were safe. I'm so sorry you got shot." Steve
shrugged, "Don't worry I'm not, I'm just glad I got there in time." Jennie
crossed her legs, her skirt rode up an unrespectable amount revealing her firm,
well toned thighs. "Bridget told us what you said to her on the deck. What did
you see that made you come down there like that? We must have been fifty yards
away form the house." Steve searched his mind trying to remember the exact
moment. "I saw the light glinting from something in his hand, thought it was a
silver plated cigarette case. Bridget said you didn't smoke, I wasn't sure. "
Heather leaned forward touching his forehead with hers, her lips reached out and
caressed his. "Thanks for being so health conscious." He smiled shyly and
couldn't help peeking, well staring down the neck of her sweater at her tanned
full ripe left tit. "You're looking down my top aren't you?" Heather giggled. He
shifted his gaze sheepishly, "Yes ma'am."
She giggled and nodded for Jen to pull the privacy curtain. Carefully
lifting the sleeping infants Jennie put them in the other bed and sat with them.
Heather fixed Steve with a dominant gaze, "Well if you're going to act like
baby, maybe I should treat you like one." Steve looked worried. The blonde sex
kitten, grabbed her white wool sweater, by the bottom, and pulled the bulky top
off over her head. Shaking her hair out she reached in front and unclasped her
bra peeling the straps off her shoulders one at a time.
Steve gulped for air, well at least he wasn't in for a spanking.
"Come here." She beckoned. Like a naughty child he lowered his face to her
bosom, receiving her delicate nipple in to his thirsty mouth. Suckling like a
newborn reawakened his infantile instincts. His left hand applied loving
pressure to her other breast. Her hand searched along his leg under the sheet to
discover his full potential. He was already hard as stone, hot as a branding
iron. She quickly straddled him, flipping up her skirt and pulling the crotch of
her panties aside, Heather worked his prick between her leaking labia lips.
Grinning at the shocked look on his face, as she wiggled her way on to his lap.
"I'm no shrinking violet." She whispered as her tongue snaked into his mouth.
Heather began to shake rattle and role on his pelvis like Elvis (Sorry no
pun intended) on a stage. Steve could only lay there and enjoy her rhythm, as
they humped in near silence like a pair of sperm whales. He breathed heavily
into her mouth as she pushed down on him coaxing her self to come before it was
to late. It took steely determination on his part not to blow his wad into
Heather as she withered around his cock like a stripper around a brass pole.
When she finally came it was with a near quiet whimper, "I love you." She
whispered tiredly into this ear. He managed a response as his cum jetted inside
Heather's satisfied vagina. They held on to each other waiting for him to soften
up, and withdraw.
"Jen?" Heather called softly. Checking that the babies were safe and
asleep, Jennie pulled back the curtain. "It's about time you two finished, I
could have knitted a pair of booties. "Are the kids asleep?" Jennie nodded.
"Good, I need cleaning out." Heather commanded. Jennie crouched down as Heather
rolled over and swung her long legs over the side of the bed so that she was
bent over the edge of the bed. With practiced grace she vacuumed out the inside
of Heather's quim with her tongue and cheeks. Sucking back Steve's jizz and her
cum With such forced Heather quickly reached her peak again as Jen's lips
puckered at her clit.
While Jen was busy cleaning her cunt Heather popped Steve's cum covered
dick into her own mouth for a quick wash. More efficiently than a Maytag she
licked and swallowed all the sticky goo her tongue could soak up. Steve gave her
an additional bonus of a second cumming, which Heather gulped down with out
batting a pretty eyelid. Jennie pulled Heather's cunt to her face rubbing her
vulva with her lips till her lover was dry again. Just then there was a knock at
the door, Heather quickly threw on her sweater, while Jennie wiped her face with
some kleenex. They hastily pulled the sheets back of Steve who was still a mess.
"Come in." Steve said almost laughing. Heather stuffed her bra under the sheets
not having time to put it on. Jen got up and pushed back the curtains.
The other girls came in, "Ohhh don't they look so cute together!" Winona
cooed. Steve saw the expressions on their faces, and wondered if he was safe.
Bridget could hear her biological clock ticking away like a time bomb. The other
girls looked curiously at the trio, Alyssa sniffed the air. Heather and Jennie's
faces were a sea of tranquility. Steve was blushing like a red balloon. Spying a
lump under the sheets Winona lifted the covers revealing Heather's bra. Heather
snatched it up too late and put it on under her sweater. The others chuckled,
"Little late for breast feeding isn't it Heather?" Bridget pondered. Heather
smiled sarcastically, "Wait till your water breaks, then we'll talk." Jennie
interjected, "Well it depends on the size of the baby." She hinted in Steve's
direction. The girls exchanged hello kisses, Alyssa and Jennie took a little
longer as she worked her tongue around Jen's face like a mother cat. When Sarah
discovered leftovers in Heather's mouth she took her time greeting her friend.
"Let's get some pictures of Steve and the babies." Heather remarked pulling
out a camera. Before he could object they were snapping photos like Japanese
tourists, of him and the babies, the girls, the girls and the babies. He saw the
sparkle in Bridget, Alyssa, and Winona's eye's as they cradled the two infants,
it was frightening. The babies soon fell asleep again, and their mom's put them
in the other bed. Steve couldn't get over seeing, Jennie and Heather in their
new role it fit them well.
They started making plans for his release from hospital. "You know you
still own me a weekend in Montana." Bridget reminded him. Winona smiled,"Yea,
what some guy's will do to break a date." Alyssa looked at them curiously, "What
are you guys talking about?" Steve stared at her and casually covered his
goodies with his left hand. The girl's fessed up, Alyssa looked at him
cynically. Sitting on the bed close to him she leaned forward. Her eyes grew
smaller, her scent was intoxicating, "You were going to spend an entire weekend
with Bridget, after what I, we!" The others stepped back out of the blast
radius. Her eye's softened as she leaned into him with a kiss, which had the
sweetness of honey. Steve had almost forgotten how tastefully erotic Lyssa's
mouth could be. Jennifer yanked her back before he could pull her down onto the
bed. "He's not strong enough for you yet Alyssa." Jennie warned. "It's okay, I
already knew." Alyssa shrugged. Steve breathed a sigh of relief. The others
smiled. "You girl's have got to stop scaring me like that." Sarah grinned, "It's
the only fun we get."
A week later Steve left the hospital, after saying goodbye to the staff
Bridget wheeled him out the front entrance. To the unavoidable waiting crowd of
press and on lookers. Steve was amazed to see how many people had shown up. He
estimated at least a couple of thousand, mostly tourists. Flanked by Jennie,
Heather, and their families. Steve made a brief statement, thanking the hospital
staff, and all those who sent cards, and flowers for their support and care. He
made it clear that there would be no book, or movie deals and that he just
wanted to get on with his life. Peter, Jennie and Heather also made short
comments, thanking the many people who wrote and sent flowers, for their
support. Then Steve was taken to a waiting limousine, Bridget helped him in and
then climbed in with, Jennie. The others left in their own vehicles. The plan
was for Steve to stay at Bridget's house, for a week then he would be well
enough to travel back to New York. It was early October.
The brief stay at Bridget's was most helpful. She was pleased when her dog
took a liking to him. That alone confirmed her feelings of his good nature. The
first night they slept separately, after that Bridget brought him to her bed
where he stayed for the rest of the week. For the first night in weeks they both
enjoyed a good nights rest. Each morning they made love, loudly. During the week
Bridget would spend half days at work and come home early to take Steve out, or
just be with him. One day Winona, and Jennie came over to take him shopping for
a new suit. He had never had a $4,000 custom-made suit before. He objected to
the obscene price but the girls wouldn't hear of it.
When he was alone in the day he would watch TV, work, or surf the net on
his laptop. He was still in the news, although not as much as before. But now
there were disturbing unconfirmed reports that he had worked for, the F.B.I,
N.S.A, or C.I.A. This is what he had been in fear of all along. By now of course
there had been a hundred false stories on who he was, but these where getting
close to the truth. He was also getting calls for books, movies, magazine
interviews, the same people would call three times a day, offering more and more
money. This had been going on for the last two weeks of his recovery. He didn't
know how much more he could take.
Through out the week a few new friends dropped by to say goodbye, Steve
almost choked when Calista Flockhart and Courtney-Thorne Smith showed up. Brad
Pitt and Eric Stoltz brought a fifty-year old bottle of scotch. Which they drank
with, Charlie Sheen and Jason Priestly, the girls were less that impressed.
Especially since Charlie had brought that whore Ginger Lynne, with him. She was
actually a very nice person, the girls soon warmed up to her. But the looks she
was getting from the guy's, was driving them crazy. Then she sat down next to
Steve and engaged him in a private conversation. He found she was the type of
person that liked to touch people as she talked to them, shoulder, hand, or
knee. Winona had to drag Alyssa, Sarah and Jennifer into the kitchen so they
wouldn't start a cat fight. Bridget and Heather kept an eye on her. It amused
Steve that the girls could get jealous of him. They almost threw a fit when one
of the guys turned on the 48" TV to watch a basketball game.
During the week they had a small going away dinner for him at Jennies. The
girls and their families attended, about thirty people in all, the mood was
somber and quite. The families made him feel most welcome and wanted him to stay
longer. They kept taking pictures of him and the girls, the babies, families.
For Steve the closeness was a bit uncomfortable.
Someone snapped a picture while he was slow dancing with Bridget. By now
friends and family could see how close they had become over the past six weeks.
The high walls they had constructed to hide their feelings were beginning to
show signs of cracking. It was the same for the others, the constant phone calls
and hospital visits had allowed them to develop a relationship with Steve
without raising any suspicions. But there were still one or two secrets, which
still needed to be jealously guarded.
The last night he had a private dinner with just the girls this was at
Alyssa's home. As they struggled through dinner the girls began to ask if he had
considered any of the job offer's he had received while in hospital. To their
dismay he had refused all of them. He didn't know what waited back for him in
New York, but he felt that he must go back. Alyssa looked at the others and
placed a small blue velvet box on the table. Jennifer picked it up and passed it
to Winona, who gave it to Jennie, then Sarah, Heather, and it criss-crossed down
the table till it was finally to Bridget. "This is a little something from all
of us for you. "Steve accepted the jewelry box, "It wouldn't be parked outside
with a Ferrari logo would it?" They laughed sarcastically, "If you want
something to drive..." Jennie began. "Never mind." Winona said cutting her off.
Steve opened the box, laying it on the table. "It's wonderful." He
exclaimed lifting the chain from its cushion. It was a small plain gold chain
about twenty inches really quite ordinary. But the much of the chain was made up
of segments two inches long from other chains, some older, cheaper, expensive,
different shaped links and sizes. There were seven distinct segments in all,
which where spliced in between equal segments of the original chain. The girls
pulled out their own necklaces. Each one of them had removed a couple of inches
from theirs, and replaced that section with a length from his original necklace.
Suspended in the middle of the chain hung a small oval medallion made of
sterling silver.
On the front was an engraving of an owl in flight, looking at the back he
could see a short message,"For what word's can never express." The girls had
their initials engraved around the edges. Bridget stood up and put it around his
neck. He began to get bleary eyed, "Thanks I-I'm... this is touching." It took a
few moments for him to get his emotions to under control. "Why the owl? Wisdom?"
He asked curiously. The girls chuckled. "Actually." Jennifer responded. "It's
the bird that stays up all night, and watches the stars." Steve nodded and
grinned.
"Clever."
Jennie smiled. "My idea." Alyssa giggled, "You just choose it because it's
a bird with a great big..." Heather turned to her, "Alyssa!!" She looked over at
her co-star, "Wing span." They all laughed at her. Steve fingered the necklace.
"It's going to be so boring around here without you." Winona reflected. "Yea I
guess its back to making movies, doing interviews, all the other drab celebrity
stuff." Sarah remarked "Life is going to be so special from now on." Heather
smiled.
Alyssa and Jennie went to the kitchen returning soon after with trays of
coffee and dessert. There was an assortment of pastries, fruit and ice cream.
Steve couldn't help but grin as Alyssa placed a dish of strawberry ice cream in
front of him topped with a cherry. Alyssa gave him a dirty look and bumped him
with her hip.
After dinner they settled in Alyssa's natural decor living room.
"Steve could you get my fire going?" She called over her shoulder. She let
out a high pitched yelp as he scooped the tiny brunette up in his arms. "You
betcha." Alyssa's German shepherd Hugo jumped up, running at them growling and
barking. Steve dropped Alyssa like a bag of cow manure on fire, holding her in
front of him like a hostage. She knelt down to sooth the savage beast, "Wanna
try that again Steve?" The dog growled at him. "No, good doggie." Looking over
her shoulder, "You big coward, Hugo's just a baby, aren't ya goood boy." She
mimicked as the dog licked her hand. "Now go an light the fire place please."
Steve moved away cautiously, watching the dog. Alyssa got up, the dog loped over
to where Jennifer and Heather sat receiving a friendly tummy rub. (Lucky dog!)
Lighting the fire he stepped back, Sarah dimmed the ceiling lights, and
lamps. Steve was put on the couch, in between Heather and Bridget. The others
sat next to them, and on the floor. The dogs nuzzled in where ever they where
accepted, which wasn't hard. Alyssa walked over and sat at her black baby grand
piano. Jennifer pickup the microphone that was plugged into the stereo. Then
moved over to the piano she began to sing Trisha Yearwood's "How do I live
without you." Steve was impressed, her voice was clear and smooth good, as was
Alyssa's piano playing.
Heather stood up and offered her hand. Standing up he slipped his arms
around her trim waist, leaving the merest crack of light between them, as he
took her around the floor. Heather's wet eyes shone like crystal lattices, she
stared into his soul like a sad puppy. He was trying to think of something to
say when she pulled his face to hers in a kiss that seemed to come from the very
depths of her heart. With that she stepped away, and Jennie appeared, he pulled
her in tight as she draped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his
chest. As the song ended she looked up, hoping that the kiss she poured into his
mouth was not goodbye.
Jennifer finished the song, as Steve released Jennie Alyssa started to
sing, while Jennifer played, "Because you loved me" by Celine Dion. Sarah
slipped into his arms, which eagerly encompassed her tiny waist, wordlessly they
danced, her kiss was as deadly as the rest of her. Bridget took over halfway
through the song. Her eyes betrayed her calm sadness, kissing him with the
desire of a lost soul searching for its mate. Winona stepped in last, her dark
eyes showed a hint of regret, and filled with a pool of love. She had grown into
quite an exquisite young woman. Alyssa came to the end of her song, as Winona
licked his lips for him. If a man had ever tasted one such kiss in his entire
lifetime, he would be so fortunate.
Alyssa put down the microphone, he walked over and stopped before her.
Jennifer got up from the piano. The three embraced affectionately, as they
kissed with shared passion and deep emotions. Jennie held Hugo back stroking the
dog's head to let him know it was all right. The dog turned its head looking at
her, and licked at the salty tears on her cheeks.
They talked the evening away, Steve already knew he was probably out of the
Company, and could expect to loose his job at the magazine too. The girls asked
him to reconsider staying, but he said he had to go back. Steve had already
weighed the threats against them, and decided it was too difficult for him to
stay. Both Bridget and Alyssa had made plans to visit him in New York in
December, and he was suppose to spend Christmas with Winona's family in
Minnesota. So they would still stay in touch. As the evening ended they made
plans to take him to the airport. Again he refused their generous offer of a
private jet, which many people and companies had been offering for the last
week. Instead they got him a first class ticket.
As they prepared to go Alyssa pulled Bridget to one side and whispered in
her ear. Bridget grinned and nodded. Steve held her coat for her, slipping her
arms through the sleeves, she turned and kissed him goodnight. "You're staying
here tonight, okay." Steve glanced at Alyssa, she had a pleading look in her
eye's. He nodded sympathetically. Sarah smirked, "Stocking up for a dry spell
Lyssa?" Jennie gave her a gentle knock, "Now I'm sure Alyssa's intentions are on
the level." Winona chuckled, "That's probably one position she won't be in
tonight!" Heather looked up at the ceiling, "Nice chandelier Lyssa." Alyssa
frowned at the degrading comments of her friends, "Guy's I'm not, that's not why
I want him to stay. I just want to sleep with him. You understand don't you
Bridget?" She said hoping for a supporter. "Yes I do understand, and he's been
sleeping with me all week too!" She giggled.
Steve looked at Alyssa questioningly, "Just sleep?" She nodded seriously.
"Maybe I shouldn't stay the night after all. I mean I don't want to offend
Bridget." She sneered at him, "Don't expect anything from me you wouldn't be
getting here tonight." He looked around at the others fishing for an invite.
"Jennifer." Sarah put her arms around her friend's waist,"Back off, she's
staying with me tonight." Jennifer smiled and held Sarah's arms. "Jennie?" She
chuckled, "Sorry there's a little someone at home who needs my attention a lot
more than you do." Heather met his leer with a smile and a shake of her locks.
Winona frowned at him,"I feel a headache coming on." He smiled like a used car
salesman at Alyssa,"Well looks like I'm all yours Lyssa." She crossed her arms
and glared at him,"I'm not sure I want you anymore." He pouted,"You're going to
make me beg aren't you?" She stared through him, "If you're lucky!" A cold
shiver ran through Steve like a drain snake on high.
The girls thanked Alyssa for a lovely meal, bid them goodnight and made
there way home. Alyssa closed the door behind them leaning on it heavily. She
was dressed in a black from hugging cocktail dress simple yet elegant, daring.
They turned out the lights and locked all the doors. Steve was piling the
last of the dishes into the dishwasher while Alyssa when up stairs to slip into
something more comfortable. When he was done he made a couple of cafe'laites,
and put the cups on a tray.
Upon exiting the kitchen he realized he had no idea where her bedroom was,
he was about to call out then remembered the sleeping dogs, he thought it was
best to let them lie. The full moon light shining through the windows showed him
the clues Lyssa had left for him to follow. At the foot of the stairs was a pair
of shoes, draped over the banister half way up was a stocking. He headed
upstairs as fast as the tray would allow. At the top of the stairs he peered
down the corridor he saw another stocking, picking the items up as he went Steve
felt like he was on a treasure hunt. Walking down the hall he found her dress,
which Alyssa had unzipped and stepped out of, lifting the garment to his nose he
savored her scent. He looked up to see a closed door at the end of the hall. The
black lace bra hanging from its knob was still swinging ever so slightly. He
folded the dress over his arm and quietly stepped over to the door. Lifting the
bra from its holder was about to knock on the door when he spied a ray of light
coming through the keyhole. Should he, dare he? It was so degrading, juvenile,
and voyeuristic. With no self control what so ever, and little disregard for any
possible consequences, he knelt down to look through the inviting view port,
like a pervert at a peep show.
What he saw was not quite what he had expected. The room was bathed in a
soft light of the lamp on her vanity and the candles on the bedside tables, he
could hear the radio tuned into a soft rock station. He could see Alyssa, she
was coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a pink robe, with a blue and green
plaid cotton night gown which covered her from head to toe. She sat down at the
vanity looking at her face in the mirror. Steve wondered,"No baby doll, no high
heels, no peak-a-boo nightie, no leather corset and riding crop? What was she
playing at?"
As his head slumped against the door in disappointment, he banged his
forehead on the knob. Alyssa turned and looked towards the door,"Steve?..." He
froze trying to think of what his options were. In a flash it came to him. Not
to loudly he scratched at the door, "woof, woof."
As if having x-ray vision she laughed, "Steve I know its you, get off you
knee's and come in." He struggled to stand up with the tray, and her clothes.
Opening the door he looked at her like a small boy, who's mother had just found
a Playboy magazine under his mattress. "Were you spying on me through the
keyhole." He nodded ashamed. She laughed at him,"Naughty boy, maybe you need a
good spanking." Steve's eye's looked hopeful, Alyssa cracked a grin, "Nah just
teasing." Steve breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. "What's in the cups?"
She asked. He walked over to the bed putting the tray on the table. "Cafe laite,
thought you might want something to relax." Turning off her vanity lamp she
ambled over to her bed and slipped in between the sheets beneath the massive
green and white quilted duvet.
He was still holding her clothes over his arm. "Where shall I put these."
She nodded to a French Louis XV chair in the corner. He carefully placed the
items down, letting the embroidered silk stockings slip reluctantly though his
fingers. "Thanks for picking my things up." She praised. He turned and grinned
looking evil in the dim light of the candles,"It was my pleasure, and by the way
dinner was wonderful." She smiled appreciatively and sat up propped against two
large pillows, pointing to the bathroom, "There's a robe, PJ's, and a tooth
brush, in there I bought for you." Handing her a hot cup, he went to get cleaned
up.
He was back in less than five minutes, and that included a quick shave
using one of her pink lady disposable razors. "Hey not a bad fit." She admired
as he came back. "Nice colors too." He smiled. "Take them with you, I don't want
my mom finding them here." She instructed. He slipped under the covers besides
her petite curvaceous form. Drinking their cafe's Alyssa and Steve talked for a
couple of hours about this and that, before she fell asleep her head resting on
his chest. The scented candles burned out leaving the aroma of lilacs hanging in
the air.




Steve watched over her in the darkness, listening to her breathing fill the
room. An hour later she rolled over to her own side of the bed and curled up in
a ball. Steve turned on his side, and put his arm around her protectively, in
her sleep Alyssa cuddled in closer to him. Of all the things that had happened
to him in the last six weeks since they had met, this night was what he would
cherish above all else. Well this and the time he had Heather and Jennie in the
shower, or Jennifer on the plane, Bridget on the hood of the car.
Morning uncovered the two lovers much as the night had left them, curled
within one another like puppies. Lyssa's eyes opened to the rising sun glowing
through the gaps in her bedroom blinds. She felt Steve's comforting mass warming
her back, surrounding her body as if he was shielding her from the outside
world. She was most pleased to discover that he didn't snore. Alyssa could feel
his woody snuggly nestled in the crevice of her bum, it was a strange erotic
sensation for her. She quietly closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Steve woke up thirty minutes later, glancing at the clock he was it was
almost 7:00AM. He felt her small fragile frame breathing against him, Lyssa's
round firm buttocks warming his stiff penis. God did it ever feel good! Lifting
his head (the one on his shoulders) slightly he checked that she was still
sleeping. He wanted to do something very special for this last morning, he hoped
no other man had ever done it for her before. He also hoped he could remember
how to do it.
Steathly he eased out of bed, and slipped on his robe. Leaning over he
tucked the blankets back around her. He made his way soundlessly to the door and
turned the handle. The latch clicked loudly as he cracked the door open. He
stopped and looked back over his shoulder to see Alyssa still in a sound
slumber. Her sleeping beauty was calling for him to return to her side, he
ignored the rushing of blood to his head. Keeping his gaze on her lithe pixie
like body, he slowly pulled the door open, and stepped out into the hallway.
Before he could close the door he felt himself falling over, putting out
his free hand to cushion the impact he yelled out as something moved beneath
him.
"Holy..... God Damn!!" Alyssa awoke startled, by the sounds of yelling and
barking. "Woof... Woof... Woof!!" She looked around for Steve, seeing him lying
in the hall half in and out of her bedroom doorway. Hugo and her other two dogs
were barking at him loudly. "Hugo HEEL!" She yelled. The dog ceased looking at
his owner in bewilderment, he trotted into the oom and sat by her bed wagging
his tail with great pride. Alyssa could hear Steve groaning in the hallway, her
other two dogs where applying first aid in the form of facial licking. She
jumped out of bed and shooed them away. Sensing an opportunity they ran in and
jumped up onto the warm bed.
Alyssa knelt down beside him, "Are you hurt?" She helped him to his feet.
Leaning against the wall for support he straightened his robe,"Only my dignity."
She sighed with relief, "Sorry I should have told you they often sleep in my
room." Alyssa wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at his with
suspicion, "Where were you creeping off to anyway?" Steve stared down at her
with a foolish grin, "I was, going to cook you breakfast." She smiled with a
giggle, "That's so sweet of you!" Standing on her tiptoes she stretched up and
kissed him on the cheek. He could feel her heavy breasts pressing against his
chest through the thin material of her nightgown. Alyssa felt his response
rising between her thighs,"Breakfast can wait, I'm hungry for something else
right now." He picked her up in his arms and carried her back inside, managing
to turn her at the last moment before he would have smacked her head into the
wall.
Alyssa ordered her pets out, reluctantly they leaped off the bed and
exited. Steve kicked the door closed behind them, and gently placed her back on
the bed. Then he when to the bathroom to pee and wash up. Alyssa took the
opportunity to rummage through her lingerie drawers and find something less
comfortable to wear. As he came of the bathroom out she slipped in holding the
shear fabric behind her back. Passing her wardrobe he noticed a drawer which had
been left half-open. Glancing, well staring inside he saw a delightful
assortment of sexy panties, teddies, bras, and other mouthwatering apparel. She
also a few other things some he couldn't quite identify including something that
really surprised him.
Not having seen one before he wasn't sure but it looked like a vibrator.
Long and slim he could see the switch at the base. Curiously he picked it up
holding it daintily between his thumb and forefinger. Examining it closely, it
was white plastic about ten inches long and quite weighty. He surmised it took
two C size batteries, the tip was tapered to almost to a point. "Steve close
your eye's!" Alyssa called from the bathroom. Her voice took him by surprise,
nervously dropped the fake penis. It hit the carpet and rolled a foot away from
him, he took a step to reach over and recover it before Alyssa came back in. But
in his haste he only managed to kick it further away. "Doh!" It skittered across
the rug and rolled towards the bathroom door. He dove for it, and snatched the
phallic object up triumphantly like a trophy.
Alyssa stared down at Steve's sprawled figure on her bedroom carpet,
clutching one of her most private and personal possessions in his hand. As the
bathroom door opened, he lay there on the floor staring at her tattooed ankles
in utter dismay, too embarrassed to look up. So far it was not a good morning.
Alyssa looked down on him with amusement, "Find what you were looking for
Steve?" She said angrily. She heard him moan in despair. "I-I'm sorry I
didn't...." She crouched down in front of him, her knees spread wide apart.
Cautiously his shy gaze traveled up her creamy white legs, which disappeared
under her black shear teddy. He could make out the lace g-string panties she was
wearing beneath, and her dangling breasts with her large hardened nipples
showing through transparent fabric. Now he was really sorry for upsetting her.
Wordlessly she reached down and held his hand caressing it and the tool it
offered, bringing them closer to well her oiled slit. An inch away she flicked
the switch bringing the vibrator buzzing noisily to life. Steve could hear the
dogs scampering away from the door dashing down the hall. Alyssa leaned forward,
to kneel in front of her still prone partner, pulling the moistening crotch of
her g-sting aside she pulled his hand applying humming tip of the vibrator to
the lips of her pussy. Her back arched as first contact was made between the sex
toy and her clitoris, "Mmmmmmhhhhhhh Yeeeaaaaassss!" Steve watched in amazement,
Alyssa stoked the tip along her lips, and then gradually worked herself onto it
oscillating plastic cock.
He held it firmly as his mistress eased the first two inches inside her
awakening sex, her vulva grew slick with her juices as her lips puffed up
excitedly. Lyssa was now six inches deep on to the vibrator her own hands
manipulating her large heaving breasts. Steve was holding onto the remaining
four inches with difficulty, and found himself strangely jealous of the device.
Suddenly she stopped and pushed his hands down the vibrator slipped out of her
dripping wet cunt. He turned it off laying to aside. Gasping for breath she
looked at him panting, "Finish me."
He got up and carried her to the bed, Lyssa quickly stripped off the
nightie and panties tossing them on the floor. Steve struggled out of his PJ's
and literally jumped between her inviting legs. Entering her was not such sweet
sorrow, as he pounded Alyssa's cunt like a blacksmith on a horseshoe. She
clutched onto him for dear life riding him like a thoroughbred, as his meat
plunged into her tight wormhole. The brass headboard banged into the wall
cracking the plaster. Mercilessly he slammed into Lyssa as she screamed in his
ears, "God Oh God, Faster, Deeper, Yeess, YEESSS!!" Within minutes they were
both amply rewarded with the biggest orgasms Alyssa's dog's had ever heard.
After softening enough to withdraw his expended pecker, Steve rolled off Alyssa
and lay beside her unmoving form, as she moaned in ecstasy, savoring the fruits
of their labor.
After a while she turned her head to look at him, "Steve." He was smiling
but his eyes were closed. "Yes Lyssa." She rolled over onto her side, drawing
the duvet around her exposed breasts. "I have a little confession to make." His
eyes snapped open like spotlights, "What?" He asked tiredly. She smiled
awkwardly, "I left the drawer open on purpose, hoping you'd get curious and look
inside." He rolled over to face her,"You mean to tell me that you planned it
this way." He sounded almost angry. Moving quicker she expected he pulled her
closer and began to find all of her tickle spots. Lyssa screamed laughing for
mercy. He stopped the torture only when she promised to do anything he wanted,
anything at all!
Carefully Steve inverted her, pushing Lyssa's head under the covers. She
quickly realized what she had bargained for, and moved her mouth to his groin.
Steve concentrated on her throbbing clit sucking on it as she rubbed her lips
along his face. Alyssa quickly found his penis, and tongued its sensitive head
while her small hand worked his shaft. Steve soon began to move his hips against
her as he fucked deep down her welcoming throat. She had come along way since
their first encounter. Alyssa could now swallow all nine inches of him with
relative ease. He continue fucking her face until he felt his orgasm, Alyssa
sensing this pulled back and threw the sheets off her. It exploded in her mouth,
she couldn't swallow fast enough as it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth.

Pulling it out she pumped his load all over her face, splattering her lips,
forehead, nose, and cheeks with his gooey string sperm. It looked like four guys
had jacked off on her face Alyssa was hardly recognizable. She shuddered as
Steve's tongue triggered her own climax, and pushed back against his face
drenching him with her own girl cum. He was surprised by the copious quantity of
liquid. They laughed at each other's faces, Alyssa licked what she could reach
with her tongue.
Steve picked her up and carried her to the shower. They washed, scrubbed
and made love one last time under the hot steamy water. Alyssa wrapped her legs
around his waist as she rode him to a final crushing orgasm. Steve was thankful
it was almost over, he didn't know how much more he could take. Quenching
Bridget's desires were bad enough but Alyssa's nymphomania would kill him.
She rested wearily against him letting the soothing water soak her aching
body. "I believe...I believe." Steve held her softly. "You believe that was the
best orgasm you've ever had?" He smiled. She looked up at him exhausted, "I
believe, I'm hungry for breakfast now." His head dropped dejectedly, "Yes
ma'am."
Alyssa stretched up kissing him full of passion and tongue, "And yes that
was the best I've ever had." Steve perked up, "Really?" Her face went serious,
"Don't push it." He grabbed a towel and got out of the shower.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Alyssa was bent over washing her legs,
"Surprise me." Steve took a deep breath and closed the bathroom door as he left.

Thirty minutes later she came into the kitchen, dressed in mini skirt, pair
of blue leggings and a loose fitting sweater her hair was held back by a pair of
clips. "Hey that smells wonderful." The table was laid out for two, with crepes,
home fries, toast, grapefruit and milk. Steve was just boiling the kettle. "What
kind of tea would you like?" She came up behind him wrapping her arms around his
chest, "Jasmine, I'll get it." Looking out the window she could see her dogs
romping outback. "Did you feed the dogs?" Steve chuckled "Had to they wouldn't
get out." Alyssa poured the tea and they sat down to eat. "Whoo!" Alyssa said
around a mouthful of eggs. Steve glance up, "Something wrong?" She shook her
head,"No this is great, Bridget was right you can cook in the kitchen too!" He
smiled at the double compliment. "Thanks."
As they were sipping tea, the doorbell rang, The dogs raced through the
kitchen to the front door. Alyssa got up and followed. Steve heard the voices as
they came in, the dogs whining for attention. "Morning Steve." He got up and
hugged Bridget as she came into the kitchen, then Sarah and Jennifer. "Hey who
cooked breakfast?" Alyssa nodded, "Steve." Jennifer looked puzzled, "Isn't that
suppose to be the other way around?" Lyssa smacked her arm. "He volunteered."
Sarah looked at him, "Ooh I'll have to get him to volunteer at my place
sometime." Steve looked up at her, "You had your chance."
The girls sat down at the table Steve offered to make them breakfast.
Jennifer and Sarah were starving and accepted. Bridget had already had breakfast
just asked for some tea. A few minutes later they were tucking into fresh
plates, Steve leaned on the counter drinking tea. The dogs close by watching for
droppings. "Oh wow, Bridget you weren't kidding when you said he could cook."
Sarah exclaimed. "You should try his Salmon someday." She replied. "You know
Steve, if Bridget's mom found out you could cook this good. You'd be down the
aisle in no time." Steve shot tea through his nose, "Sarah!" Bridget moaned.
"Did I say something wrong?" She replied questioningly.
As the girls finished, Alyssa and Steve cleaned up. Jennifer went to the
bathroom, coming back in she stuffed a piece of cloth into Steve's jacket that
was hanging on the back of the chair. "What was that?" Alyssa asked. "Nothing."
Jennifer shrugged. Sarah reached over and pulled out a pair of white cotton
embroidered bikini panties. "Nice nothing Love!" Jennifer smiled weakly, "I
promised him." They all looked at Steve, "I was on **********?" Sarah stood up,
"Well I'm not letting you get away with this, Steve get over here." She stripped
off the black leggings from under her cream flower print dress, and held up the
front of her skirt. Everyone could see her pink Hanes undies. "You know the
rules, teeth only no hands." Alyssa ordered her dogs out of the kitchen.
He kneeled down and made for the crotch of her panties, using his lips he
managed to gather the material in his mouth and pulled firmly dragging the waist
band over her hips. Needless to say the got Sarah turned on, the extra wetness
between her thighs added to the fragrance of her underwear. Steve tasted her one
last time before dragging the bloomers down her strong athletic legs. Once they
were off he stood up. Sarah kissed him sweetly. While he was engaged, Bridget
stripped off her panties and sat up on the kitchen counter, there she got
Jennifer to go down on her.
Steve was puzzled to see Bridget sitting on the counter, walking over to
her she lifted the hem of her dress. Revealing her blue lace French cut panties.
Which where buried inside her vagina with only the waistband sticking out. She
smiled slyly, "You want these? Come and get them." Gingerly he tugged the fancy
fabric out with his lips bit by bit. Of course he couldn't help brushing his
lips against her ever so subtlety this drove her crazy. As he extracted the last
piece of material, which came out stubbornly, she came flooding her panties with
cum. He stood up Bridget kissed his wet face licking her own juices from his
cheeks.
The girls were all looking at Alyssa now. "Well?" Jennifer prodded. Alyssa
grinned embarrassingly, "I'm not wearing any." Steve turned his head so fast it
almost came off his shoulders. As if to prove the point she pulled up her skirt,
the outline of her labia lips was clearly evident against the tight fitting
nylon leggings. Alyssa shrugged, "Okay I'll go and get a pair." Coming back a
few minutes later with a pair of black satin bikini briefs. Will these satisfy
your perversion? Steve nodded happily. "Put them on." Sarah demanded. "Not you
Steve. It doesn't count if they're not worn." Alyssa took them back and peeled
off her leggings. Then quickly pulling the panties on she made sure the crotch
panel was snuggly up between her lips, and the crack of her butt. "Okay Steve
come and get em!" She laughed. He pushed her down onto the table. With some
delicate maneuvering, and a lot of moaning on her part he was able to dig the
scented panties out of her cunt. He intentionally nibbled at her clit, which set
Alyssa off like an astronaut. Jennifer looked at the table,"Good thing we
finished eating." Steve helped her up to her feet.
"Jennifer you're last." Alyssa smiled. "But I wore mine?" The other's
looked at her sternly. "Oh aalright." The youngest actress unbuttoned her jeans
and put her underwear back on. Sarah made her bend over a chair resting her arms
on the back. Steve dropped to his knees he was getting full. Jennifer stood with
her thin long legs shoulder width apart. The thin crotch of her panties nestled
in between her tender loins. Steve started by licking up the back of her right
leg. Her shapely calf muscles, licking the back of her knee, moving to the
inside of her thigh, stopping only for a single kiss of her moistening sex, and
continuing on down her left leg. "Mmmmmmmmhhhh!" Jennifer moaned cutely. By the
time he was back tonguing her Love hole, she was barely able to stand. Sarah
spied an increasing bulge in his pants and crawled down between Jennifer's legs,
Steve felt he tugging at his zipper the fold in his pants was making it
difficult.
Bridget got down behind him, reaching around she helped Sarah undo his
pants. Steve cock came out on it's own, Bridget stroked it, gently feeding the
head into Sarah Michelle's waiting warm mouth. Somehow Steve continued munching
Jennifer Loves black box she came moments later.
"Uuuuuugghhhh!" Her cum gushed out spraying the crotch of her briefs. She
collapsed into his arms Steve gently lowered her to the kitchen floor. Looking
down he saw that Sarah was now throat deep in cock meat, he was not yet ready.
Bridget was no longer behind him. He eased Sarah's mouth off his penis, and
turned her around bending her over the table.
"Hey I wasn't..." She started to protest. Realizing Bridget and Alyssa were
right behind him, he craned his neck, "Er is it okay with you two if I take
Sarah for one last?"
Bridget chuckled, "Lyssa, it's your table." Alyssa smiled, "Oh go on, I've
had alI can take this morning anyway." Steve thought of a witty reply but keep
it to himself. "Sarah may I?" Although she could have kicked him away if she
wanted, she reached over and grabbed on to the far edge of the table. "Go ahead
give me your best shot, and I don't scream. I'll kick your ass." Steve felt the
pressure and launched into her prone figure with meaning. Positioning his prick
carefully between her cunt lips, he held Sarah firmly by the hips and thrust
into the squirming girl in one steady move. "Aaaaaaaahhh!" Sarah yelled as the
wind was knocked out of her lungs. Once all the way in he began a session of
long repeated thrusts, Sarah gripped the table tightly with all her strength,
her ass taking a beating as Steve rammed her with everything but the kitchen
sink. Ohh Hell Yesssss, moore, moooorre!" She screamed. Steve moved faster
pulling Sarah towards him as he thrust, she was like a rag doll being fuck
insatiably. The table shook violently, the others watched in amazement to see
what would break first. Fortunately for Alyssa it was Sarah, who screamed her
orgasm in submission. Steve pulled her pelvis in tightly to his groin as he
blasted her womb with cum. Then girls watched as it leak out Sarah stretched
pussy, dripping onto Alyssa's shiny kitchen floor. They both collapsed onto the
table, "Well was it good for you." He asked. Sarah let go of the table, she had
the most dreamy smile on her face. "Mmmhh, it was awesome totally awesome."
Jennifer crawled over to the two spent sex fiends, prying Steve off her
friend she pushed him on to the chair, and cleaned out her lovers sperm filled
cunt, with her tongue of course. Sarah just lay there occasionally moaning with
pleasure.
Bridget kneeled in front of him, he accepted her as she began licked his
soft cock swallowing any remnants of cum. Looking over at Alyssa he could see
she seemed complacent.
Collecting themselves together, they had one last group hug before leaving
for the airport. Neither Alyssa nor Sarah bothered putting their leggings back
on. Steve got his suitcase from the van. Which Bridget had already packed and
Alyssa add the robe and PJ's she bought him. "Hey aren't you forgetting
something." Alyssa chimed twirling her panties on the end of her finger. Steve
blushed and collected the garments from the girls.
"And I'd better not find you selling them on the web." She chastised.
He looked offended, "Alyssa never, especially not when I can get three
times as much for Jennifer's and Sarah's." Jennifer's elbow slammed into his
stomach just before Sarah's foot clipped the back of his head.
"Kidding, just kidding!!" He pleaded. "You'd better be." They warned
ominously. Within minutes they where on the way to the airport.
"Actually I'm going to hang them on my bedroom wall below your pictures."
Steve cowered under the rain of blows begging for mercy.
Arriving at the terminal Steve checked in. Then they where ushered into a
private lounge to wait for the flight. Only an escort of airline staff and
security personal prevented them from being swamped by fans. They collected many
stares from people as they walked through the lobby.
Inside the private waiting area, they where welcomed by an airline
representative. Heather, Jennie, and Winona had already arrived Steve got a
greeting hug from each of them. There where no other patrons in the lounge.
Bridget thanked the airline representative and asked her to return when Steve
flight was boarding. They still had forty-five minutes till the departure. Steve
when to the washroom.
Alyssa plunked down on a sofa, Heather caught a glimpse of her bush as she
crossed her legs. "Forget something while getting dressed this morning Lyssa?"
Alyssa stared up at her, "No Er actually they're in Steve's pocket." Heather
smiled. "You little dickens." She frowned defensively, "Well he has theirs too."
She said waving to the other three. Winona put her arm's around Bridget and
Jennifer, "Okay you two talk." The four girls quickly told the trio what
transpired that morning. Jennie, Heather and Winona exchanged glances and looked
towards the men's room.
Steve was startled to say the least, when the three came barging in while
he was standing at a urinal. "Hey! Do you mind this is the men's room!" The
girls stood behind him, Winona in the middle of the two blondes.
"Nothing we haven't seen before." Heather commented. Steve looked at them
over his shoulder, "Well it's what I'm doing with it at the moment you haven't
seen before." You think by now nothing they did would surprise him. But trying
to take a leak, with three of the most glamorous actresses in Hollywood standing
behind him was very intimidating, he quickly shook himself off and zipped up,
with great care I might add. He remembered to go over to the sink to wash his
hands.
"Okay what's up." Steve watched as Heather and Winona lifted their skirts
and pulled off their panties. "We thought you might want to add these to your
collection, you pervert." Winona winked. Heather's were plain white cotton
sensible. Winona's were light green bikini types. They stuffed them into his
pockets along with the others. Jennie gestured for her friends them to give her
and Steve some privacy. They quickly left to rejoin the others.
The heavy door closed behind them. Jennie did not look like a happy camper,
actually she seemed down right pissed off. "Jen? Is everything alright." He
asked meekly. "NO it is not!" She huffed. " I Just talked to the others, and
guess what I just found out!" She began pacing like a caged tiger. Steve gulped,
"I-I don't know." She stopped and stared at him, her big aquamarine eye's
opening wide. "What's wrong with me? Aren't I good to you? Don't I turn you on
anymore? " Steve smiled weakly, "Of course you are, you do."
She stepped closer and hugged him tightly, "Then why?" She pleaded.
Steve was about as confused as you are right now. So like any man in that
dilemma he said the only thing possible. "I'm so sorry Jennie, I didn't mean to
do it." It didn't go over as well as he had hoped. "Sorry! Sorry! How could
you!! You! You!! " She exploded. The girls outside were beginning to hear her
shouts echoing off the walls, they didn't know what she was so pissed off about
either.
"In less than an hour you're getting on a plane and flying back to New
York. I probably won't see you for at least three months." She continued. Steve
took the lead, "Jen we already talked about this, I have to go." She sighed,
"How could he be so thick." Jennie looked up at him her face softened. "It's not
that!" Steve put he's arm's around her comfortingly, and so that she couldn't
hit him. "Go on." He said wearily.
"It's just that part nine of this story will be over, and I'm the only one
you haven't had sex with in this chapter." She whined. He looked at her in
disbelief, she was right. "But I'm not writing this story. I'm just a character
too." She moaned, "You think that idiot using the keyboard out there would have
better sense. If I could get my hands on ....." (apologies to all comic book
writers)
Suddenly Steve hoisted the petite blond up on to the counter top.
"Ohhh!" She squealed. He knelt down on the clean bathroom floor, and pushed
her dress up exposing her luscious lean legs. She purred as his tongue made the
long journey up her thigh, making it's way to her inflamed pit of passion. She
pressed his head between her legs, bringing her knees up draping her legs over
his shoulders. The sucking sounds echoed off the tiled walls. Steve pulled
greedily at the crotch of her tan silk lace panties, lifting her up slightly to
get them off her ass. Then he stood up and pulled them the rest of the way down
to her ankles. Jennie removed one foot, leaving the small panties dangling from
her left ankle.
"It's awfully quite in there." Jennifer whispered. "You think she's killed
him?"
Steve unzipped his tool sharp and ready. "Is this what you want Jen?" She
looked at him in a sexual fog, "Please don't tease me." Grabbing her firmly by
the back of the head, "Beg you dirty little tramp." She looked at him shyly.
"Please, please give me your big hard cock. Fuck me like a slut, I know I don't
deserve it but I'm begging you." He pulled her off the counter and turned her
around roughly bending her over at the waist and telling her to spread her legs
as far as she could. Which as pretty far, Jennie saw herself in the mirrors, and
Steve leering at her over her shoulder. She was smiling from ear to ear. "Jen
don't smile." He asked.
"Oops sorry." She giggled.
"Okay you bad girl." He giggled. " I want you to look in them there
mirrors, and remember this for the rest of your life, you bitch!" Jen looked at
his reflection in the mirror, "Please, please be gentle with me." He laughed,
rather badly. "Your gonna take this like the whore you are, I'm gonna screw all
the way into you tight little womb, and leave my sperm in there." Her face went
pale with fear. "No please don't make me pregnant, you bad man!" They looked at
each other, "Who is writing this stuff?" Steve flipped her dress over her back
and filled Jennies vacancy. She moaned loudly and his long thick rod occupied
her wanton hole. "Yessss.... Oooooohhhh yessssssss!!"
Sarah giggled listening at the door, "No he's not dead yet, either that or
rigamoratis has set in." Heather came over "Come on get away from there you
guy's." Steve and Jennie stared at each other's reflection, as they enjoyed
their last copulation for a while. He undid the belt at the front of her dress
and put his hands up inside to grope her perky firm breasts. Holding onto them
as he slid in and out of her fuck hole. She speeded up her pumps as he drove
into her widened juicy tunnel. A stifled cry and gripping of her vagina told him
she had gotten her hearts desire. Steve continued thrusting inside Jennie
slowing the pace. "I'm ready to..." Jennie detached herself from his cock and
bent over sucking his ready to burst penis into her eager mouth. Wrapping her
hand around his member she quickly worked him to orgasm. Receiving a small but
respectable amount of cum against the back of her mouth, and feeling it slide
down her throat. She then cleaned his cock from tip to balls, with her soft
pliable tongueand tucked him lovingly back into his pants. "Thanks Jennie you're
the best." She took his hands he helped her up. "You're not so bad yourself."
Doing up her belt she picked up her panties and stuffed them into his
pocket. Jen cleaned herself best she could at the sink. Steve's jacket pockets
now had little suspicious bulges. He wondered if he'd have problems getting
through security. They came out the washroom sat down in the lounge, ignoring
the titters and jeers came from the other girls. Alyssa sat beside Jen and
lifted her skirt up, checking to see if she'd given up her panties.
"Glad to see you two have kissed and made up." Jen pushed her dress back
down demurely, "I'll tell you guy's about it later."
Bridget checked her watch, "It's almost time." Steve got to his feet,
Winona stepped into his embrace.
"Take care. Just remember we love you." He kissed her delicately on the
lips. "I will, thanks for everything." Squeezing gently he released Winona, she
turned quickly hiding her tears.
Jennifer stepped into the breech. "It's been a wild ride Love, and I do."
She smiled with her big dark eyes. "Me too." Her whole little body shivered as
he held her. "You watch out for that Leo Di Caprio fellow, you hear now." She
laughed kissing him on the cheek. "I will."
Sarah tapped him on the back. He turned seeing her eyes already misting up.
"Hey, my brave little Slayer isn't crying is she? What would all those big bad
vampires think." Sarah latched on to him like tree frog,"I'm gonna miss you so
much!" She felt so good in his arms.
"I'll watch you show every Friday night, I promise." She looked up at him
though her bleary, green eyes. "Monday, its on Monday!" Steve grinned
sheepishly, "That's what I meant, Monday." She pulled his head down for a soft
pliable kiss, "I'll dedicate my next slaying to you." He kissed her cute button
nose, "I'm honored."
Heather was already close to tears, as she draped her arms around his neck.
"Thank you." She whispered in his ear. "No thank you, for give me something to
live for again." They kissed full of soundless fury. Heather let go to recompose
herself. "Meet me and Alyssa at Melrose Place tonight?" He nodded. "I'll be
there."
He turned as Jennie grabbed him. "You'll stay in touch right." He held her
gently. "Yes (HA!)I promise, but no more phone sex." That got a laugh out of
her. "I love you Steve." He planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Love you
too, Jennif..., Jennie." she looked at him sharply, "Watch it! You have my
address?" He smiled, "Yes Beverly Hills 90210."
He looked around to see Alyssa standing by the windows looking out onto the
tarmac. Coming up from behind he enfolded his arms about her waist, Alyssa held
them around her. They gazed at each other in the glass. Silence enveloped them.
He could see the tears streaming down her finely sculptured face. "You'll be
okay Lyssa." She sniffed, "I know, but I'll still miss you." He gave her a tight
squeeze, "It's only a month, till you come to New York. I'll take you up the
Statue of Liberty." She smiled, "Can we do it in the torch?" He laughed, "Sure
but they'll probably kick us out." She turned in his arms and clung to him like
a Koala bear to a eucalyptus tree. Steve took one last liberty with her lips,
then pried her arms gently from around his neck. She turned back to the window,
Heather went over to comfort her.
Steve walked over to where Bridget was waiting for him. They drew each
other in with timid affection. They breathed deeply in unison. "How can I sleep
with out you." She asked. "Just close your eye's, I'll be there." He whispered.
"I love you Bridget." She closed her eyes. "I know, I love you too." Their lips
met but their emotions had drained away any passion they possessed. They
separated holding hands briefly, looking into each other's eyes.
The automatic doors slid open, and a flight attendant entered. "Mr. Colt
I'm here to escort you to the aircraft." The girls couldn't help noticing how
good looking he was." He smiled and took Steve's carry on bag.
"Will that be all?" Winona picked up a flat package from behind a couch.
"Oh we almost forgot this." It was a small rectangular flat box, Steve guessed a
big book, or a picture frame. She handed it to Steve.
"Thanks. You shouldn't have." Jennifer smiled, "You'll love it." He
whispered into her ear, "Picture of all you guys in the buff right." She scowled
and punched his arm. His injured arm. "Oww!" She put her hands to her mouth,
"Oh, I'm sorry." Jennie put her arm around Jennifer. "It's okay knowing Steve he
probably deserved it."
Steve garnered one last hug from each of his sirens, and walked to the
doors. The flight attendant went through. Steve paused, and looked back over his
shoulder. They stood in row hanging off one another. He gave a simple nod as the
opaque glass doors closed behind him.
The girls moved to the windows looking for his plane. Sarah pointed it out,
it was almost right next to the lounge they were in. "Did you get him a window
seat Jennie?" She nodded. Steve settled into his first class seat, the rest of
the passengers had already boarded. Looking out the window he could see the
girls a wing span away. They waved to him excitedly, and he waved back at them.
So did with everyone else on that side of the plane.
They watched as the L 1011 lifted off into the big blue autumn sky, taking
comfort in each other. Finally Alyssa spoke for the group, "Is it just me, or is
anyone else freezing their butt off in here?" The others broke down laughing.
"What do you think he wanted out panties for?" Jennifer Love wondered out loud.
"Don't ASK!!" The others shouted at her, as they made for the exit.
Halfway though the flight, Steve hauled out the last minute gift Winona had
presented to him. Carefully unsealing one end of the box he pulled out
beautifully mahogany handcrafted picture frame. It was an 8.5 x 11 group picture
of the girls, mounted on a white mat background. It was taken in Alyssa's
garden, Heather, Winona and Bridget were sitting on a wooden bench. Jennie,
Alyssa and Sarah sat on the grass at their feet, with Jennifer lying on her side
in front of them. It looked like a professional job, except the girls were all
dressed in casual clothes. Nothing to short or too tight, they all looked
natural, like the girls next door beaming brightly. Their autographs were at the
bottom of the mat.
"To Steve, For being there." Sarah Michelle Geller, Jennie Garth, Jennifer
Love Hewitt, Heather Locklear, Winona Ryder, Bridget Fonda, Alyssa Milano." He
looked out the window at the setting of the sun as the tears rolled off his
cheeks.

Back in New York his life began to come apart at the seams rapidly. He lost
his job with the magazine though Nancy offered him other positions, but they
were desk jobs with no travelling involved. He even turned down a junior
editor's position. The CIA retained is old job for its intelligence cover, and
since his no longer with them, he was forced out of the position. They wouldn't
take him back, in the past month he had become too well known.
Reporters were calling for interviews not only about him but what did he
know about the girls, they were trying to get anything from him. Dangerous
rumor's persisted about his past life and they where getting closer to the
truth. Adding to the anguish were his returning nightmares, It was these that
disturbed him the most, he hardly slept at night. People stopped him on the
street to shake hands, or beg an autograph. Strange women would come up and kiss
him, well it wasn't all bad. It seemed everybody wanted something from him,
product endorsements, book deals, movie rights, and souvenirs.
He hid all of this from the girls, who would phone at least twice a week.
Usually through a conference call or when a group of them got together at
someone's house. He pretended everything was fine, and he was still working. The
sounds of their voices would only torture him further, he tried to watch them on
TV but it was hard. He was terrified that one day he would turn it on. Only to
find one of them wouldn't be there anymore.
A week before Alyssa was suppose to visit him, he took painfully drastic
action. He went to the bank, closing his account and emptying his safety deposit
box. On his was back to the apartment, he stopped in at a drugstore. Arriving
back at the ground level one bedroom dwelling, he carefully packed a suitcase of
clothes and another with personal items, including the picture of the girls. He
didn't want it, but he couldn't leave behind, or bring himself to destroy it.
Once packed he colored his dark hair a shade of light blonde, to match the
photos in the fake IDs that he had retrieved from the safety deposit box. It was
a complete set of papers with which he could go anywhere and start a new life.
Though he knew this wouldn't prevent the Company, from finding him. To the rest
of the world he would just be another Joe Blow again. He put his real papers in
a sealed envelope and threw it in a suitcase. Maybe Steve Colt would come back
one day, but for now only Stephen Mare existed.
He put the suitcases by the door, with one smaller metal case.
It was full of CIA property mostly counter-surveillance, and communication
equipment. Nobody had been sent to pick it up, so he'd have to take it with him
to, maybe it would be come in handy. He checked around the apartment one last
time, there would be no coming back. Putting the cases out into the hall he
locked the door tossing the keys inside. The phone rang it was almost 10PM.
"One of the girls." He thought, wanting so much to go over and pick it up.
Sadly he flicked off the light switch and closed the door.

Alyssa was perturbed when she got his answering machine. Leaving a short
message to say she's call back later, she hung up the phone. She called again
three times that night, no answer, then she tried E-mail only to get a bounce
back. The next day she called Nancy, at "Jane's Defence Weekly." Nancy told
Alyssa, that Steve had quit two weeks ago, and she hadn't heard from him since.
Nancy was very concerned on learning that Steve had not told Alyssa of that
fact. She sent someone over to Steve's place to check on him, and she called his
sisters. A day later she phoned Alyssa back, Steve was gone. Alyssa asked if it
could be government business. Nancy had checked they didn't know anything
either, but they where now very interested in finding him too. Alyssa got
scared, but Nancy assured her that more than likely he was just restless, and
not use to his new found fame. Nancy promised to call if she learned anything
about his whereabouts.
In desperation Alyssa searched through her purse looking for an old
business card. After a few terse moments she found it, dialing the number twice
to get it right. "Hello." A heavily accented oriental voice answered. "Hello Dr.
Kwan?" Alyssa's near panic stricken voice called out.
"Yes." She took a deep breath to get control of her voice,"I'm a friend of
Steve Colt's do you remember me?" Alyssa explained what she had just found out.
Dr. Kwan listened carefully, "I check, Steve has many friends all over the
world, don't worry we'll find him." Alyssa then called the others, they were
shocked, puzzled, and frightened.
So it was the spy who had come in from the cold, and stolen their hearts,
had crept off, vanishing like a thief in the night.

The hunt was on.

"You were my strength when I was weak"
"You were my voice when I couldn't speak"
"You were my eyes when I couldn't see"
"You saw the best there was in me"
"Lifted me up when I couldn't reach"

"I'm everything I am"
"Because you loved me"

Theme from "Up Close and Personal"

By Diane Warren
Sung by Celine Dion

Reproduced without permission not for profit.

END OF PART 9

Coming up next Part 10 the Final Chapter.
"Where's Steve?"

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