Showtime [part 10 (1/4)]

[anonymous]

Showtime
To Catch a Falling Star
Part 10 (section 1)
By Anonymous




Standard Disclaimer If you're under 18, get lost. This is just and erotic story,
with not the slightest element of truth, or fact. Although it is based on some
real people, all actions and events are completely fictitious. This is not meant
to slander any ones reputation. Pass the story on freely as you wish, but
without alterations.

"It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing." - Billy Joel SHOWTIME - Catch a
Falling Star

Trudging down the hallway towards his apartment after another useless day of job
hunting Steve was tired, grumpy, and hungry. A faint scent seemed to fill the
musty hallway, he couldn't quite grasp its origin yet it seemed hauntingly
familiar. Unlocking the door to his abode he went inside. Taking a couple of
steps into the entryway of the small, one bedroom apartment his briefcase hit
the floor like a stack of wet newspapers. A kaleidoscope of emotions hit him
like a bullet train, he wasn't sure if he should be angry, fearful, joyous or
sad.

For a few seconds they stood there sizing each other up in silence, no one moved
or spoke. It was the little brunette broke ranks first, and walked over wrapping
herself about him she placed her head on his chest, he accepted her without
reserve, holding her in his arms, smelling her lofty scent as she shed tears.
The resolve of the other two dissipated with the resistance of ice on a hot tin
roof. Giving in they joined in the hug, Steve opened his arms to embrace them,
as the wave of emotion crested and subsided, Alyssa let go and stepped back.

Drying her tears on the back of her hands she looked up at Steve, "I've missed
you terribly." Absorbing her gently beauty, he'd forgotten just what vision she
was. The sound of her slap didn't register until her tiny hand was well past his
face. As hard a she hit him it was the pain in her eyes that hurt the even more.
Alyssa brought her hands up to her mouth, as more tears flooded down her cheeks.
Then she hugged him again Bridget and Sarah just stood there in silence. Steve
turned slowly to face Sarah, her green eyes stared into the depths of his soul.
A single tear trickled from the corner of her eye as her hand stuck his other
cheek, SMACK!! "That is for making Jennifer cry, and breaking our hearts."

Bridget turned his face towards her, he flinched for a second expecting another
smack. Instead he saw a beautifully sad smile, "Why?" A simple question with a
complex answer. Steve breathed in deeply inhaling their intoxicating aromas,
which revived many old memories. "Because I loved you." Sarah wiped her tears,
"That's a funny way of showing it." He turned to her, "I'm sorry but I thought
it was best for all of us." She brushed a tear from her cheek. "You should have
at least told us." He let out a heavy sigh. "I couldn't, I can't."

"Then tell me this." The group broke up and turned to see a middle age slightly
balding man, in a tan trench coat, standing in the open doorway. "Do you still
have trouble sleeping when it rains?" Steve looked at the man he had been caught
off guard. "Well do you?" He asked. Steve stuttered, "No, I don't" Regaining
some composure Steve asked his own question. "I suppose you were just in the
neighborhood?" The man came into the apartment, "I believe you have something
that belongs to us." Steve nodded. "You sure took your time." The man took off
his hat, "We'll it would have been easier if you hadn't taken off like that."

Then he made the awkward introductions, the man was Phillip Brimly, Steve's
former supervisor in the CIA, his mentor. The man knew Bridget, and Alyssa by
reputation, Sarah was introduced. He then went to the bedroom, returning shortly
with the metal case. "I want a receipt for that." He said jokingly. Phil smiled,
"For what?" And bid them goodbye, turning to go, as he opened the door. Bridget
found the courage to speak, "Excuse me, Mr. Brimly?"

The man turned slightly with a questioning look on his face. "W-what did you
mean when you asked Steve. If he have trouble sleeping when it rained?" Phil and
Steve exchanged glances. "You Er, never told them huh?" Phil asked. "Why so I
could get twenty years to life in Leavenworth?" Steve snapped back. Phil
shrugged, "I don't think anyone cares anymore Steve. Hell I thought I saw on it
on one of them CNN documentaries last year." Alyssa tapped Steve on the
shoulder, "Steve what are you two talking about."

He managed an unconvincing, "It's nothing Alyssa." She frowned at him "Tell ME!"
He walked into the living room. Sarah followed him, "Steve please." Walking over
to the cabinet he pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker, and poured a triple,
"Can I offer anyone a drink? I know I could use one about now." Alyssa walked
over and slapped the glass out of his hand. It hit the hardwood floor bouncing
once the precious amber liquid cascaded onto the faded worn surface. "Damn it
Steve lay off that fucking shit!" Pretending not to notice her, he casually
picked up the bottle with his other hand, and walked out on to the balcony.

"Phil you seem anxious, why don't you tell them, after all you were there too."
Phil walked over to the bureau and poured himself a drink from another bottle
went to the kitchen to get some ice. Then sat down in one of the easy chairs.
Bridget picked up her purse and excused herself to go to the bathroom. Inside
she pulled out the camcorder, and fast-forwarded the tape ahead of the
prerecorded message from the rest of the gang. There was still almost a full
hour left on the tape. She wedged the recorder inside her purse at an upward
angle, and zipped it closed leaving just enough of a gap for the lens. If the
camera missed Phil at least she hoped to get the sound.

When she came back, Bridget sat where she could watch Steve on the veranda. Her
purse rested by her feet pointing carefully in Phil's direction. Phil took off
his glasses rubbing the bridge of his nose. He seemed to age instantly before
there eyes, "Now I'm only gonna say this once, and if you ever repeat this to
anyone. I'll deny I ever met any of you, is that understood?" The girls nodded
like frightened children.

He put his glasses back on and took a sip of rye. "I meet your friend in back in
1991 just after the Gulf war, we were stationed in Bulgaria together. It was one
of the last communist bastions to fall, it was his first stint to Eastern
Europe. Since he was an unknown face to the other side, we asked him to make
some high risk contacts. One of which was a North Korean daughter of a high
ranking army officer, at this time she had just made it known to us that she and
her father wanted to defect. The problem was he was in North Korea, and she was
in Bulgaria. Their government saw to it, that they were never out of the country
at the same time."

Phil smiled to himself. "I can still remember the day he marched into my office,
and demanded I let him handle the defection. Oh I argued with him that he wasn't
a trained agent, how he had no contacts in Bulgaria or Korea. It didn't matter
he said the girl would only trust him and no one else. Well I got permission to
give him the green light, put some of my best people behind him, and let him go
to it. The defection took a whole year to plan it out, during which time he kept
in close contact with the girl through monthly meetings. It was a good plan."
Phil took another sip of whisky, feeling the liquids fire in his belly.

"What happened?" Sarah asked impatiently. Phil looked up at the ceiling, and
then at her. "The snatch was arranged to take place inside North Korea, or at
least North Korean waters. Steve went in with a Blackhawk helicopter one night
to rendezvous with a fishing boat, carrying both the General and his daughter.
He picked up the General first, lifting him aboard in a harness while they
hovered over the deck of the boat. But before he could return for the girl, a
pair of North Korean patrol boats came on the scene. They had to leave her
behind, she was captured, the crew of the boat executed. Then she was put on
trial, forced to denounce her father, and imprisoned." Alyssa shifted in her
seat, "Is she still in prison?"

Phil shook his head, "The they made offers for a prisoner exchange. It took two
months to arrange, and was only pulled off with large economical aid to South
Korea from the US, to convince them to release two North Korean agents, which
they captured only a week before. "

"I'll never forget that night as long as I live." Sarah turned to check on
Steve. He was sitting in a deck chair, drinking out of the bottle. Phil
continued, "It was late November, cold night. The exchange was to take place on
a long concrete and steel girder bridge where the Sung River flowed through the
Demilitarized Zone. The bridge crossed over a high gorge two hundred feet deep,
and it was three hundred yards across, lit up with electric lamps every hundred
feet. Oh don't bother trying to find it. The bridge isn't on any map because
officially it doesn't exist. It was built back in the 1940's, and kept open
after the war just for these kinds of deals. So the North and South could
exchange goods and people, without the outside world knowing about it.

It was a blustery night, wind blew in hard from the Yellow Sea, and rain was
just beginning to fall. The exchange was to take just after midnight. There were
gates and guard huts at each end, in the middle was no mans land.

At twelve midnight the two North Korean spies were sent across to the other side
on foot. There was me, Steve, and about twenty other people there to watch on
our side, not including the hundred or so troops, both U.S. and South Korean.
God knows how many they had on their side. We could see the girl starting to
walk across from the North. It all went great, as both parties reached the
middle of the bridge. " Phil got up and poured himself another drink.

Standing by the desk, and he turned around holding the glass in both hands.
"That's when all hell broke loose." He went back over to the chair and sat back
down. "The two North Koreans were shot dead, just as the girl walked past them.
" Bridget leaned forward in her seat. "She shot them?" Phil shook his head. "No
but we never did find out who was responsible, the South blamed the North, they
in turn accused us." Alyssa was tying her fingers in to knots about now, "What
happened to the girl?" Phil looked at her for the first time, "Wow she really
was beautiful and not just superficially either, there was some inner glow about
her, how could Steve walk away from creature like her." Phil blinked back from
his stare. "The girl, well she froze, just looked down at the bodies. Didn't, or
couldn't move, just stood there. The North started hailing her on a loud
speaker, ordering her to return to their side of the bridge. Everyone held his
breath, waiting to see what she would do. Everyone except Steve of course."
Sarah leaned on her hands, "And what did he do."

Phil took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Grabbed an M-16 rifle from the
rack, and ran out of the command post. Jumped over the barrier and was on the
bridge before anyone realized he was gone. He was yelling at her to run for it.
She turned, saw him coming and took off towards him. The North warned her to
stop, then open fired. She must have gotten fifty yards before she was shot in
the back. Steve fired off a few rounds in retaliation but it didn't do any good,
by the time he got to her she was already laying face down on the concrete.

By that time the commies had sent a truckload of soldiers out onto the bridge.
We responded with a couple of jeeps armed with M-60 machine guns and a couple of
squads. Steve got to the girl first then the North Koreans, then us. He had just
picked her up, when they pulled up, and surrounded him. Then our guys arrived
and surrounded them, a real Mexican stand off. Steve yelled over to me that the
girl was still alive and he wanted a medic. That's when it started to pour down,
rain so thick you could see more than hundred feet. The whole world seemed to
close in around us." He took another sip of whisky, Bridget hoped he finished
the story before he got sloshed or her tape ran out.

"I had a doctor, but the reds wouldn't let him through. They would only let her
be treated in one of their hospitals. Steve was not going to let them take her
from him. They wouldn't let our doctor in to treat her. While we were going
through negotiations and translators. It all became irrelevant, and the girl
died."

Bridget cringed, "That must have been so terrible for him." Sarah wiped the
wetness from her eye, "This girl, she and Steve were?" He looked over into her
teary green eyes, "Lovers...?" He finished. "I suppose so, we never suspected it
until late in the operation. By then there was nothing we could do."

"But it wasn't over yet. The North Koreans wanted to take the body back, Steve
refused to give it up. They had taken her life from him, he wasn't going to give
up her body. They threatened to shoot him, we threatened to shoot them, nothing
got resolved, and the rained harder. For three hours in the dark, cold lashing
rain we negotiated back and forth. While the helicopters circled overhead
shining spotlights down on us. Each time we got stuck someone with a higher rank
or more authority would come out onto the bridge, and we'd start all over again.
Steve just sat there under a bridge support with her body in his lap. Pointing
that rifle at anyone who took a step towards him. I was scared the bridge would
collapse from the weight of all the brass alone." He chuckled. "How did it end."
Alyssa asked gently.

Phil wetted his lips, "Well after about three hours of tongue wagging. Steve got
up, and bluffed his way out. Said if anyone wanted to shoot him they was welcome
to it, but he wasn't gonna go without a fight. One of the NK generals ordered
his men to stand aside, and he walked right through em. Guess they had made
their point. Steve carried her off the bridge put the girl's body in my car and
drove off. It took the rest of us twenty more minutes to get off the bridge, no
one wanted to move first." Bridget looked over at Steve, she could see his legs
resting up on the railing of the balcony.

Phil ended the story, "I found him three days later in some bar on the outskirts
of Seoul, drunker than a ship load of sailors. When he sobered up he claimed he
couldn't remember where he had buried the body. I think he did, but he only ever
told one person." Sarah guessed, "Her father?"

Phil nodded. "The highest ranking defector ever to get out of North Korea in
almost fifty years. Chief Medical Officer of the entire NK Armed Forces. Funny
little fella, had a tattoo of a peacock right here." He said pointing to his
left biceps. Alyssa almost let out a gasp. Sarah didn't catch the significance.

"Ever since that night for the last five years, he hasn't been able to sleep
when it rains heavily at night. He just sits by the window and watches the
storm."

"So that's it." Bridget surmised. "He's not running from the media, or us. He's
running from his past, himself." Phil nodded somberly, "Yea I guess having to
carry one body off a bridge, is enough for any man in one life time." Sarah was
confused, "I don't get it." Alyssa wiped her eye's, "How do you think Steve
would take it, if one of us got killed when he was around?" Sarah responded,
"He'd be devastated. But what was he changing by taking off? I mean if something
happened to one of us. Wouldn't he feel just as bad for not being there?"
Bridget nodded, "Yes, but not responsible. Like he would if was still in our
company, understand?" Sarah realized what the others were getting at.

"What happen to Steve after?" Bridget asked. Phil waved his hand, "Well he was
in quite a bit of trouble. People wanted someone to blame and he was it, in the
end only two things saved him." Phil pointed to picture frame on the wall. It
contained two bronze colored medals attached to sky blue ribbons with little
white stars. Below them was another, the more commonly known Purple Heart. "Know
what those are?" Sarah got up and lifted the frame from the wall, bringing it
back to the others. Bridget got a closer look, "Military medals?" Phil smiled,
"The Congressional Medal of Honor, our countries highest military award. Guess
what you girls would equate with an Oscar." Alyssa took the frame, "How did he
get these."

Phil recollected, "He got both of them during the Gulf War. The first one for
staying the town of Khafji, Saudi Arabia. He was on his own, when it was over
run by two battalions of Iraqi soldiers. He stayed there for four days by
himself calling in artillery strikes. Very often he was in the same building
with Iraqi troops. On the last day he was some how able to sneak into their
headquarters, and capture the last remaining three Iraqi officers just as they
were getting ready to leave. The Saudi's recaptured the town an hour later, and
he was rescued along with his prisoners."

"The other was a few weeks later. The ground war was in its second day, he was
in a two-seat reconnaissance plane, when they heard a distress call from a
downed helicopter. It was a medical flight, all the crew was dead except a
medic. Steve's aircraft was the closest so they flew over to take a look. When
they got there, they spotted the smoking wreck, the medic, and also a couple of
Iraqi army trucks closing in on her. The rescue chopper was still ten minutes
away, Steve's plane didn't have any weapons, couldn't call an air strike in
time, so what did he do?" Alyssa put the medals on the table. "Ordered the pilot
to fly low over the site then he pulled the ejection handle on his own seat and
managed to land before they got too close, and got to the girl." Sarah was on
the edge of her seat, "Then what?"

Phil shrugged, "What else? He surrendered." The girls looked at him in utter
disbelief. "HE WHAT?" Phil laughed, "That's the same reaction back at HQ when
they found out what he had done. Stormin Norman raised havoc that day,
threatened everyone on board that plane with a court martial up the wahzoo.
Swore up and down that if Steve came out of this alive, he'd be put in front of
a firing squad live on CNN. When Steve got back a week later he had a lot of
fast talking to do." Phil laughed loudly.

"Steve later told me he was listening to that girl, she sounded so scared, so
alone. I recall she was only twenty or so. Steve said the way battle was going,
the war would be over in one, maybe two days tops. So he decided what the hell.
He just felt that the girl shouldn't go into captivity alone, that someone
should be with her. I think I understood why he felt like that, if that were my
daughter." The large man shook his head. "As it turned out, they came though it
okay. The girl's family and husband were grateful, they threatened to go to the
press, if Steve was put up on charges. I believe he still gets a basket from
them every Christmas. Turned out her Dad is a big hog farmer in Arkansas, and a
friend of Governor Bill Clinton's. So they gave him another medal instead, and
then we got a hold of him."

"How did he get the Purple Heart." Sarah butted in. "Think I'd better let him
tell you that one Miss Geller." Phil just winked, and gave a little smiled.

Phil reached over and picked up the frame, turning it around for the girls to
look at. "Now I want you ladies to understand this good. Since it's inception in
1861, this medal has been awarded only 3,431 times, and only twenty of those
people received it twice. To the best of my knowledge Steve is the only living
double recipient." Alyssa sat back in her chair, "Whoa!" Sarah shook her head,
"That's incredible." Bridget was a bit over whelmed, what other secrets did he
hide from them.

Phil finished his drink and got up. "Well I guess that's about it, if you'll
excuse me I'll just go and say goodbye to Steve." The girls were flabbergasted,
they were talking amongst themselves when Phil came back into the room. "Well I
must be on my way, as they say in my business. I have people to look in on." He
said gruffly. The girls stood up and shook his hand. "Thank you for telling us
those stories." Sarah smiled. "Man is she a hottie, I wonder if she is the one
he's screwing." Phil thought to himself. "You're most welcome, it was my
pleasure. It's none of my business, about you and Steve, but to be honest. I
think he needs you a lot more than he'd like to admit." Bridget sighed, "We'll
see he's alright don't worry."

Phil picked up the metal case and opened the door. "Oh one more thing, Miss
Milano?" Alyssa froze and stared at the man uncomfortably, "Yes?" Phil smiled to
ease her mind, "Thank you for those autograph pictures you signed for my
daughter Gracie, she has them up on her bedroom wall. She's a big fan of yours."
Alyssa tried to remember, signing pictures for a Gracie. "And say hi to
Heather's dad Bill for me when you see him next." She suddenly remembered the
Steve's secret CIA service records. "That was you!" Phil shrugged, "Small world
isn't it." Alyssa stepped froward and gave him a hug. Phil was blushing. "Let me
know when it's her birthday. I be happy to meet her." Phil tipped his hat.
"Thank you kindly, I will." The door closed softly behind him.

The girls looked over their shoulders collectively, wondering what to do next.
Bridget went out onto the balcony alone. He was sleeping, or rather drunk and
sleeping. The bottle which had been half full was now empty. "Put on some coffee
Alyssa, Sarah come and give me a hand." Between them Bridget and Sarah got him
inside and dumped him in a chair. Alyssa made a pot of coffee, while Bridget
slapped him awake. He woke up incoherent. "Heey Bridge I'mmmm soorry bbaabbee.
Sarrrahh sweeetii giive uss a kisssess." He mumbled smelling like jet fuel.
Alyssa came over with the coffee. "Alyyysssaaa!" He smiled drunkenly. They
poured it down his throat, knowing it probably wouldn't work, but it was
something to do. Sarah had to hold his hands, which were making occasional grabs
for whoever's tit's where within reach. After four cups they left him alone to
come around by himself. He was conscience, but far from sober.

Sarah sat with him while Alyssa and Bridget packed his bags. "Hey look here."
She called to Bridget, opening a dresser drawer. "Awwww!" They let out a sigh
together. He had kept the picture, and necklace they had given him as going away
presents. Alyssa lifted the items out of the drawer. "WHOA!!" Bridget exclaimed,
Alyssa pulled the frame away to see what Bridget was looking at. Underneath the
picture lay a pile of porno magazines. They both giggled as they leafed through
the pile. Penthouse, Playboy, Celebrity Sleuth, the last one had pictures of
both Alyssa and Bridget in it.

Most of them were taken from movie video captures or magazines. "Hey what's up?"
Sarah asked standing by the door. "We found his stash." Alyssa giggled, holding
up the nudie magazines. "Oh my God, he buy's that stuff?" Alyssa smirked, "Well
at least we know he's probably been faithful." Sarah snatched the Celeb Sleuth
one from Bridget. "Hey you guy's are in this one." They both replied with
distaste, "We know." Sarah flipped through the pages, "Shit, I'm in here, so is
Jennifer!" She cursed. The pictures weren't nudes. (Unfortunately) They were the
photos from her Rolling Stone cover, and Milk advertisement, along with a short
bio on her career. "Someone is going to bleed for this!" She steamed turning the
pages, "Hey Alyssa? How come the pages of you are all stuck together." Alyssa
was looking through another drawer, "Fuck off liar, they are not." Bridget
looked over, "You're disgusting Sarah." Bridget was leafing through a Penthouse
magazine, "And I thought Lyssa's were big." Alyssa curiously peeked over her
shoulder at the large breasted blonde. "Think he likes em that size?" Sarah
grinned, "I've never had any complaints."

Bridget lifted a pair of bikini panties out of a drawer, "Guess what I found."
Sarah and Alyssa looked over. "Who the hell are those?" Sarah asked. Bridget
eyed them garments, "It think they're mine." They were the same panties she had
given him during their last sexual encounter. "Are mine in there?" Alyssa asked.
Bridget nodded, "Looks like all seven pairs." Bridget sniffed hers gingerly,
"And he hasn't washed them." The other two cringed, "EEEEWW!" She stuffed them
back into the Ziplock bag with the others, and put it in the suitcase along with
the picture. "We have enough clothes yet?" Sarah asked. Bridget looked in the
suitcase, "That should do him for a week." The girls heard a groan from the
living room.

"Well how are you feeling." Alyssa knelt down by him. Steve waved, "Pain."
Bridget sat across from him, "That'll teach you to drink on an empty stomach. We
have a tape we want you to watch okay? It's from the others." He frowned at her,
"Later?" Sarah patted him on the back, banging his brain against the inside of
his skull. "Focus." He looked at the TV as Bridget hooked up the camcorder.

He could tell where but it looked like someone's living room. Jennifer, Winona,
Jennie and Heather were sitting on a couch. They looked so serious, and
beautiful. They each said Hello, and waved to the camera. Then Heather began a
monologue, basically they wanted him to return. Assuring him that whatever he
had done in his past or problems he had, they wanted to help him get through it.
Jennie took over, stating that they wanted him to have the second chance at life
that he had given them. If he chose to return they had a business proposition
for him, but he would only find out if he came to see them personally. Winona
filled in the last part by saying that should he not wish to come back they
would understand, and their doors would always be open. Jennifer smiled her
famous grin, wishing him well on behalf of the group with however he decided to
continue his life, and asking him to keep in touch. Steve heard a tiny babble
off camera, Jennie got up and walked out of view, returning a moment later with
her baby. Steve was surprised how much she had grown in a month. Then he
realized they had just sucker punched him, as Jennie turned Luca Bella towards
the camera, "Wave to Uncle Stevee." The screen went blue, Bridget switched off
the camcorder, before it got to Phil's little speech.

"I don't have a choice do I?" He asked openly. Alyssa crossed her arms, "Sure
you can go on living like Howard Hughes, or you can become a useful productive
member of society again." He picked up his medals from the table. "Phil told you
everything, huh?" Sarah came over and hugged him, "We understand now." Steve
stood up abruptly, swaying like a skyscraper in high winds. Sarah reached out to
help steady him he shrugged her off. "NO! Damn it! I can't deal with that kind
of responsibility, it's just too much." Bridget looked at the others. "You
selfish jerk!" Alyssa and Sarah were taken back.

"Bridget." Alyssa whispered. Steve didn't even flinch, as she laid into him.
"You think this is all about you! You take off without so much as a phone call,
no explanation, nothing!! After all we've been through together. Alyssa put her
career on the line nursing you back to health, hiding her feelings from friend's
and family. The same for Sarah, Jennifer, and the others, do you know how much
you hurt Alyssa when she found out you were gone." He looked at her in agony as
she yelled at him. "I –I'm soorry. I-I tried why don't you just go home, and
leave me alone. I can't protect you anymore." Sarah stroked his hair, "From
what?" He turned looking into her sparkling green eyes. "Me."

Alyssa shook her head, thinking she misheard him. "What?" He went on, "Haven't
you noticed, ever since we met only bad things have happened to you guy's?"
Alyssa whined, "But you saved us." He looked at her softly, "And what if I'm
late the next time." Sarah answered for her, "Maybe there won't be a next time.
Besides we don't care, this our second chance each day for us is a gift.
Whatever happens from here on out, we're not going to worry about it." Bridget
crouched down in front of him, "If we can learn to live with it, so should you."
He closed his eyes, trying to think. "I don't think I could." Sarah wrapped her
arms around him. "You have to try." He looked up at her through glassy eyes.
"What's this job proposal?"

Bridget stood up, "You come back to LA with us, we'll talk about it there. You
don't like it, then you can go." He nodded in submission. "When do we leave?"
Alyssa smiled for the first time that day, "We have a private plane waiting." He
looked startled. "I'll pack." Sarah helped him up, "Already done." He looked at
her, "You went through my drawers?" She pointed at the others defensively, "No,
they did." Bridget smirked, "It's not the first time we've had our hands in your
drawers." Sarah said defensively. "No but I'm usually in them." He shot back.
"Interesting choice of reading material." She deflected. He blushed mildly,
"Pictures ain't too much to look at, good articles." Alyssa looked around for
something to throw.

Bridget picked up his medals, "Want to take these?" She offered. "He took the
frame staring at the bronze ingots longingly." He pried the back off and removed
the medals. "Why don't you to guy's take these, you deserve em." Bridget started
to protest, "No we couldn't..." As he pinned a CMH through her jacket. "Besides
they look better on you than the wall." She wrapped her arms around his neck,
his hug lifted her off the ground. Sarah nudged Alyssa, "There they go again."
Steve put Bridget down, turned Sarah. "This is for that heart I broke." He
remarked as he pinned the purple ribbon onto her shirt. She grabbed his head and
gave him a napoleonic kiss. (French kiss with an attitude.) He stared at her, as
she withdrew. "Wow!" She smiled evilly, "I just wanted to get the first lick
in."

Alyssa threw her a mean glance, "Great, now I get to sweep your germs out of his
mouth." Steve stepped between them, as he went to pin the last CMH onto her
blouse. "No don't do that." She grabbed his hand. "Lyssa, I'd really like you
have this. Even if things don't work out please take it." She sighed, "It's not
that, this blouse is pure silk, you'll put a hole in it." Her hand came up to
undo the top button of her blouse. "But I've got another place you can pin that
medal." Bridget put her hand up, "Not now Alyssa, we have a plane waiting
remember." The little star stamped her foot, "Oh, alright." As she took the
medal and gave him a sweep with her tongue. He pulled her in close and tight
enjoying her tongue. Bridget and Sarah had to step in and physically pry them
apart.

Steve went into the bedroom to see what they'd packed, probably all his
underwear. Bridget made a quick call to Jennies to tell her they were coming
back, with "the shopping." Steve packed a few more things and came out with the
two suitcases. "Well that's it for me." Outside the limousine pulled up. As they
drove away he asked Bridget how they had found him. She nodded to, Alyssa, who
lied not wanting to bring Dr. Kwan's name up at this time, and told him Nancy
had found Steve for them. He scratched his head, "And how did you get into the
apartment?" Bridget burst out laughing. "Sarah convinced the manager she was
your girlfriend, and she was in town to surprise you." Steve looked over at the
straight haired blonde. "That must have been some acting." Sarah sneered, "It
wasn't to hard. The dirty old geezer grabbed my ass as I walked in the door."
They all laughed. "His eye sight isn't that good, but his hands are still pretty
quick." Steve grinned.

On the plane ride back Steve didn't fare to well, the hang over combined with
mild turbulence made him sick. He staggered off the plane into Bridget's car,
from there he was taken to Jennies ranch. Alyssa explained he would stay in her
guesthouse for tonight.

Jennie greeted him with a reserved cordial hug. His eyes were bloodshot and he
reeked of alcohol. "Good grief, what bar floor did they scrap you off of?" Sarah
waved at her, "It's a long story." The guesthouse was a small two-bedroom place,
located on the other side of the stables and over the hill from Jennie's private
residence. They left him to sleep, Jennie told him there was some food in the
fridge when he could eat.

Back at the house the others had gathered, carefully parking their cars out if
sight from the main road. The three weary travelers sat down to late dinner. As
they took off their jackets, Heather saw the medals. "That's a Medal of Honor,
where did you get this?" Sarah told them. Alyssa took hers out of her pocket,
and put it on the table. "Steve has two!!?" Heather exclaimed. Winona picked it
up examining it closely, are you sure these are real? Heather nodded, she turned
it over in her hand, "Yep it's real, and it's really hard to get one of these,
most are awarded posthumously." Jennifer looked at her, "Huh?" Alyssa answered,
"After you die." Jennifer fingered the Purple Heart of Sarah's, "What did he get
these for anyway?"

Bridget piped up, "It's on the tape. A friend of Steve came by while we were
there. Told us all about his past, I think I managed to get it on video. I had
the camcorder turned on in my purse." Jennifer went to get Bridget's purse. "Hey
Heather, does the name Phillip Brimly ring a bell, suppose to be a friend of you
dad's. Heather nodded slowly, that's who my Dad got Steve's CIA postings from.
Is that who stopped by?" Alyssa nodded over a mouthful of food. "Big guy,
balding, glasses looks like that old guy in the Quaker Oats commercial?" Sarah
answered, "Yep that's him."

Jennifer came back and they set up the camcorder to Jennies 48" TV. Heather
watched the screen, "Yes that's Phil, he's gotten old." It wasn't a great angle
and sometimes he moved out of shot, but the sound was clean and clear. They
listened tersely as Phil recounted Steve exploits of heroism and tragedy, as the
others ate. "Why was Phil there." Winona asked. "He was picking up a small metal
suitcase, looked like what our people put sound equipment and stuff in." Bridget
shouted back from the dining room. By end of the tape all the girls had
reassessed their feelings for Steve, "Well I forgive him." Jennie whispered. "Me
too." Jennifer mimicked. Winona shut off the tape, "Poor guy." Heather sighed,
"He still should have called, what happened in his past is no excuse." The
others nodded in agreement.

The others finished eating and joined them in the living room. "So what do you
guy's think?" Bridget put to them. "Where was Steve during this." Alyssa came
in, "He was out on the balcony getting loaded, he refused to tell us squat."
Winona stood up, "Well next we give him our proposal, and go from there like we
planned." Jennie went into the kitchen and came back with a tray of food. "Whose
that for?" Sarah noticed. "Thought I'd bring Steve some hot food, and I'll give
him the report to read tonight." Heather wagged her finger at Jen, "Make sure
that's all you give him. " The other's smirked, "Oh I don't think you need to
worry about that." Alyssa sympathized, "In his condition, I doubt even Jennifer
could get a hard on out of him." Jennifer scowled, "He have to be dead, not to
react to me." Winona jumped in, "Well then maybe Sarah could give it a try."
They all laughed. Sarah twisted her head around, "You guy's are really sick, you
know that."

Jennie drove to her guest bungalow and knocked on the door. There was no answer
quietly she went inside. The room was dark, she turned on the lights the room
was empty. Putting the tray down on the dining table, she went to the first
bedroom opening the door just a crack. He was sleeping, he looked thinner than
she remembered, and that blonde hair wasn't him at all. She closed the door and
turned to go, walking across the room a noise startled her. "Jennie." She turned
in her tracks, "Sorry if I woke you. I thought you might be hungry now." She
stammered like a nervous schoolgirl. Steve went over to the table and lifted the
cloth off the tray. "Thanks I guess I could manage a bite. But do you have any
aspirin?" Jennie smiled softly, "I'll see if there's any in the bathroom."

When she returned with the bottle he was sitting down holding the business
outline in his hand. "What's this?" She opened the container and gave him a
couple of *****. "Our business plan of the company we want you to form, and run
for us. Can you take a quick look at it tonight, and we'll talk about it in the
morning?" Steve nodded slowly looking at her soft gently flowing features. "I
want you to know. How sorry I am for leaving like that." She put her arms around
his shoulders, "I forgive you, the others explained it to us. I had no idea how
difficult things had been for you. But you have to trust us, let us help, I know
we can get through it together, if you just let us in." He pulled her face down
tasting her again for the first time, she was sweet like baby corn. Jennie had
to be strong for both of them, as her hands pulled his arms from around her
neck. "Eat, read and sleep. I'll be by in the morning." Reluctantly he released
her, "Thanks for dinner, and for letting me stay here." Jennie smiled sweetly as
she closed the door. "See you in the morning."

Back at the house the group had hashed out a plan for tomorrow and went to bed.
Just after midnight Alyssa quietly crept out of the bed she was sharing with
Jennifer. Dressing quickly she sneaked down the hall and reached the front door.
Carefully she turned the lock, the sudden light from the lamp caught her
completely off guard. "Jesus!" She jumped ten feet out of her skin and back.
"Heather! What are you doing there?" Heather was sitting in a chair. "Funny I
could ask you the same thing." Alyssa smiled widely. "Couldn't sleep, just going
for a walk to tire myself out." Heather wasn't buying it. "Little underdressed
aren't you?" Alyssa was wearing a pair of shorts, T-shirt, and a light coat. She
sighed in submittance, "Busted huh?" Heather got up and turned off the light,
"Busted, let's get some sleep." Alyssa locked the door and went back to bed.

Steve was already up when Jennie came by, on horseback. A graceful white
palomino followed by a gray appaloosa. "Come on let's go for a ride, we need to
talk." He looked up at the big animal, "I've never ridden a horse before."
Jennie smiled reassuringly. "Its easy, just hop on, she's really gentle." Steve
walked over and took the reins mounting the horse. She gave him some rudimentary
instructions and they set off at a slow pace, side by side.

Steve asked how the others where and what they'd been up to. Jennie told him
about any recent developments. Christmas was two weeks away, he asked what plans
they had made. Winona and Bridget's families were getting together. Jennifer was
going home to be with her family, the others would be in LA with there's. Jennie
asked him how he had been, and what he thought of their business idea. He kept
most of his feeling to himself, but he did confess to missing them. He said the
idea had promise with the right people behind it, financing might be a problem
with the low fees they would charge. He was a bit concerned about the money the
girls were going to put up themselves, about ten million dollars. But the
suggestions they made for secondary funds would help a lot.

Jennie followed a trail that wound up into the hills above her ranch, the view
was magnificent, and the scenery wasn't bad either. They stopped in a small
clearing just below the hilltop resting the horses, Steve's legs were killing
him, but he wasn't about to let her know. A few minutes went by Steve could hear
sounds of more horses coming down the path from another direction.

Jennie moved her mount to the opposite side of the small plateau. Soon he saw
them Heather first, on a black stallion, then Winona, Bridget, etc. Till all six
were line up with Jennie's horse, she'd lead him in ta an ambush. The hairs
stood up on the back of his neck. He had gotten friendlier looks from Serbian
border guards.

Heather spoke for the group, "We know why you disappeared, but we are more upset
by the fact you never called." Steve felt his saddle ride up into his butt. "I'm
sorry for that, but if I had to pick up the phone to say I was leaving you. I'd
knew I'd never be able to do it." Jennifer reigned in her horse, "You don't run
away from people who love you." The look of disappointment in her eyes tore at
his heartstrings. Jennifer's parents had divorced when she was just a baby. Her
mother remarried but her stepfather left when she was just eleven.

He didn't have an answer for her it was all he could do to look in her eyes.
"Right or wrong, I believed it was best for everyone." He moved his horse closer
to Jennifer's. "I can't begin to understand how betrayed you must feel." She
smiled sarcastically, "You got that right. I respected you, trusted you, I was
just beginning to love you." He hated to see her beautiful features so distorted
by anger and hatred. The rest looked on in silence knowing she had spoken for
all of them.

"Jennifer, I'm not asking you to forgive me, or try to understand why I left.
But I wasn't sure I belonged in your world, and I didn't want you to be touched
by mine. Hate me if you must, but I will do whatever it takes to keep my past
from hurting your future. In spite of what people think they do not control
their own destinies." In her heart she knew he was right, she still loved him
very much, but how could she trust him again? Leaning forward in the saddle
Jennifer gave him a small hug. A load of guilt dropped off his shoulders. "I
still don't understand all this, but I'll try." She cried. Steve held her as she
dried her eyes on his shoulder. "That's all I'm asking." The horses sensing it
was over ended the drama by stepping away separating the two riders.

Winona spoke, she asked if he had accepted their job offer. He knew he had no
time to think about it, he nodded yes. Alyssa moved her steed forward a step,
"So I guess you're the new sheriff in town." Steve nodded with a straight face.
Sarah looked at him, "How do we know you won't go yellow like the last one did."
Steve glanced down wondering how to answer her. He looked into her captivatingly
green eyes, and then at the others tugging at his denim shirt collar. "Ma'am
these colors don't run." Heather shook her hair out of her eyes, "If you run, we
gonna track you down. An next time we gonna hang ya, understand." Alyssa burst
out with the giggles, "How did you ever picked for Dallas?" The tension broke
and everyone joined in laughing. The girls rode up to Steve each giving him a
welcome home peck on the cheek. It was good to be back in the saddle again.

"You know, I think I might buy a horse." Winona said off the cuff as they rode
back along the trail. "You just like the feeling of a big, strong, dumb animal
between your legs." Bridget shouted back at her. Heather looked back, "You
shouldn't talk about horses like that." Sarah laughed. "She wasn't." Steve
glanced back over his shoulder and shook his head.

They rode back to the main house for a midmorning breakfast. Steve opened up to
them about his feelings, they listened closely, and worked to ease his fears. He
retold them the story about that fateful night on the bridge, until now had been
locked away in a deep chasm. Heather held him as her cried into her shoulder.
Alyssa went over and hugged them both, Jennie joined in then the rest crowded
around.

As they separated Sarah sat on her knees before him, holding his Purple Heart
up. "Would you mind telling me how you got this?" The others looked on with
interest. "Ya." Bridget got curious. "I don't recall seeing any scars on you."
Jennifer butted in "Except the ones Lyssa put there." Alyssa pouted, "Hey,
you're all just jealous because I gave my virginity to a real man, and not some
to high school boy in the back seat of his daddy's car, or a producer."

Steve waved his hands hoping to get control of the situation before things
turned ugly. "Okay I'll tell you." They leaned forward like a pack of hyenas. He
looked up embarrassingly at the ceiling. "I was with IFOR in Bosnia for a couple
of months, assigned as an intelligence liaison. We were on road patrol, and we
had just stopped at a Muslim checkpoint. I was on my way back to my armored
vehicle, when the Serbs started shelling us with mortar bombs. Jennie put her
hand on his shoulder, "We're you hit?" He nodded. "Where?" Steve began to blush.
"Oh, in the back." Sarah pictured his smooth white strong back in her mind.
"Like Bridget said you have no scars there." Steve pursed his lips tightly
together. "Not quiet that high up." Smiles spread contagiously on their faces as
they realized exactly where he had been hit. "Can we see it?" Jennifer shouted.
"Yea show us." Alyssa smiled. "NO!" He barked. Bridget stepped in, "Come on
guy's let him have a little dignity." Jennie smirked, "Well we'll get to see it
eventually."

An hour later Alyssa, Sarah, and Jennifer left. Leaving the other four to go
over the plan in more detail with Steve. The paper work was ready to be signed,
financing was in place, and a client list drawn up with over five percent of
them already confirmed. All they needed to do now was find an office, buy
equipment, and hire staff. The girls and their people had done as much as they
could without Steve's commitment, including a generous employees benefits
package. Tomorrow he would meet with their lawyers, bankers, accountants, and
others to start the ball rolling. The girls had also retained a real estate
agent to find Steve a house, and office which would be under the company's name.
Several locations had already been scouted, he would make the final decision
with them.

Later that day Bridget took him home, he'd stay at her place until he got
settled, dinner was an awkward romantic affair as they struggled through
conversation. Watching the news, lying on the couch wrapped in each other's
thoughts. The only item that caught his attention was the unexplained sinking of
a Pakistani freighter in the South China Sea. He wondered if the North Koreans
had anything to do with it.

They started to watch a movie but within ten minutes he was licking deep inside
her as she lay with one leg over the back of her sofa. His tongue sparked her
clitoral nerve endings, flushing her face with warm fires, as his mouth sucked
noisily at her luscious lips. Bridget held his head between her thighs as her
first climax pulsed through her pelvis gushing girl cum into his mouth. He
swallowed in fear of suffocation. Lapping with his tongue as she pulled him in
tighter, rubbing her crotch over his face like a two bit whore. Boldly she
pushed him on his back tearing at his pants to get to his erection.

Steve saw her blue eyes glinting with lust as she licked the underside of his
solid hard cock. Only when she was out of saliva did Bridget put her mouth over
his tortured cock head. Her soft lips massaging his shaft as her tongue flicked
at the smooth head, tickling his pee hole. Steve closed his eye's as her took
more of his tube steak into her warm friendly mouth, continuing her oral
massage. She stopped short of deep throating him, just rolling the head around
the inside of her mouth like a hard grape. His fingers ran through Bridget's
hair, his touch was relaxing therapeutic.

She felt him relieve a month's worth of sexual tension. Bridget flipped Steve
over as she straddled him, needing further penetration in her neglected pussy.
His hands moved under her sweater as he molested her breasts. She pulled it off
over her head, tossing it across the room. He pulled her bra up, bringing her
firm white tit's to his eager mouth. She was ramming herself on his swollen
erect member fast and furious. The couch squeaking in protest. Love had nothing
to do with it. This was to quickly satisfy raw primate needs. Steve sat up and
laid her out onto the floor his dick never leaving her nesting place. Bridget
spread her self as widely as possible to prepare for the pounding she was about
to receive. He began to do push ups inside her, with everything he had, feeling
her greased fuck hole sliding along his cock. Only it's painful constriction,
prevented him from shooting his jizz in the first ten seconds of entry. Bridget
took his bulk with soaring emotions at having the emptiness inside her filled
again. Each thrust was an injection of erotic stimulants as he banged away at
her open invitation. She closed her legs locking them holding him within her as
her vaginal muscles bit down on his penis. "UuuuUUUGGGH!!!" Her head lolled back
as she announced her orgasm to the whole world. Steve's cum blasted out, warming
her insides like a sunbeam. His strokes slowed to a crawl as their love syrup
filled Bridget up, and seeped out her stretched cavity. His cock went limp as he
pulled out, and put his arm around her closed legs holding her close. They lay
together panting and sweating, in a cocoon of silence. She smiled grandly, "Miss
me that much huh?" Steve chuckled, "Did I ever." He carried her to bed, where
the night enfolded the reunited lovers in sleep.


The next day they spent the morning attending a series of meetings, where Steve
was officially hired with the title of C.E.O. and given full executive powers of
all accounts and holdings. He was of course answerable to the board which for
now consisted of the girls, Alyssa was voted as Chairperson. In the afternoon
they met with the real estate agent for lunch. Leafing through a catalogue they
chose a four houses they would see that day. Steve was flabbergasted at the
prices, most were over a million dollars with the lowest being half a million.
With Bridget's help he selected a modestly priced, furnished place for eight
hundred thousand bucks. It had a pool, eight bedrooms, four baths, a large
kitchen, sunroom and a den. On the way back they stopped at a car dealer, where
Steve leased a midnight blue Mercedes 600.

Winona, and Jennie took him for a makeover at a high end salon despite his
protests that real men didn't need to exfoliate. "You know this place has a one
year waiting list. You're lucky Jennie has an in with the owner." So he spent an
afternoon being, washed, primped, plucked, wrapped, oiled and massaged. The
massage was nice, but he objected to waxing anything. While the girls looked on
drinking cafe lattes and munching snacks. His hair was dyed back to closely
resemble his natural hair color. When he was done he felt like a prize poodle,
the only difference being the ribbons.

The next day Heather and Bridget took him out shopping for new clothes. They
said he would not be representing them in clothes purchased at Target's or other
discount stores. He found their taste in colors disturbingly feminine, Bridget
kept picking out soft pastels assuring him that this was the look in Hollywood.
Steve had never paid $100 for a golf shirt before, or $300 for a pair of slacks,
he thought it was robbery. But $30,000 later he had an entirely new wardrobe
right down to his civvies, which were also picked out by the girls, from now on
he would be wearing boxers only. Briefs were considered to be to confining.
Steve was amazed at the amount of money they were spending on him, it was almost
a year's salary in his old job, and that was just one day.

A couple of days later he moved in to the house, by this time he also had a cell
phone, fax machine, pager, home PC, and a new laptop. Coming home late he
recognized Alyssa's car in his driveway. He followed the smell to find her in
the kitchen cooking up a storm. "That's a new look. " He mused, seeing her in
front of the stove wearing an apron, stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce. She
smiled and looked over her shoulder, "It's called the American house wife." He
put his briefcase down and hugged her from behind. "I finished early today,
thought I'd surprise you with dinner." He nosed the back of her head smelling
her hair. "That's so kind of you. How did you get in here anyway?" Alyssa
grinned shyly. "We all have keys, that's okay isn't it?" Steve gave her a tight
squeeze. "Now what if I'd brought Heather Graham home with me? How would I
explain this." She butted him with her bum. "Explain the sauce stain on your
shirt, and fractured skull?" He chucked, "Yea dumb question." She turned the pot
to simmer and twirled around in his arms. Picking her up they kissed, as her
arms closed behind Steve's neck.

The phone rang, he put her down ignoring her protests. Sitting at the kitchen
table she untied the apron and he stood by the fridge talking on the phone.
Wearing a dark blue dress with a scooping neckline and short sleeves, she got up
and moved towards him. The sly grin on her lips told him what she was up to as
Alyssa's hands pawed at his shirt. He continued talking calmly as he could,
shaking his head at her. Slowly unzipping the back of her dress letting it slip
from her shoulders, she showed him her nakedness, except for a pair of navy blue
panties, and matching pumps. Steve felt the blood rushing to his pelvis, trying
not to let her striptease distract him.

She stripped his tie and shirt off, licking her way down his chest before
undoing his pants. Steve stood his ground continuing his conversation on the
phone. Alyssa backed off, hoisting herself up on the kitchen table, she stuck
two fingers in her mouth sucking on them. Leaning back she spread her legs
pulling the crotch of her panties aside and began to masturbate. Her hands
worked down her breasts, taking time to pull at her nipples. Then they slid
south to caress vulva and explore her moistening slit. She closed her eyes as
her thumb rubbed her clit awakening her sexual emotions. This was more that
Steve could take as Alyssa began wiggling and moaning with two fingers deep in
her open pussy. "Dan I have to go, something just came up."

Switching off the phone he moved to the table, grabbing her by the ankles he
pulled her to the edge. "Alright you tease." Her eyes opened she flashed a lewd
smile, as he entered her pre-stretched hole. "Aaaahhh at last!" Alyssa closed
her legs behind him pushing his log in further. Steve eased himself between her
cunt lips and pulled back for another shove. Just then the phone rang in
Alyssa's handbag, "Shit!" She moaned knocking her bag over and grabbing the cell
phone as Steve kept on fucking her. Holding her thighs close to his chest with
her ankles resting on his shoulders. "Hello Motheeer!" Steve beamed widely and
increased his movements. Alyssa grimaced and shook her head NO. But her pussy
said yes, as her juices lube his rod, continued to ream her vagina. "Ugh!" She
gritted her teeth as she spoke to her mom in short snappy words, suppressing the
urgent need to moan. However Steve didn't and let out a long low groan. "No mom
nothings wrong, just got in the door the dogs are jump-ing up on me! Down Boy! "
By now Lyssa's ass was hanging off the end of the table as Steve was going full
force. "Noo." She replied as Steve knocked the wind out of her. "Ohhh! really?"
She stopped his bucking by clenching her powerful vaginal muscles together. He
froze at the end of a thrust unable to withdraw. Alyssa smiled as she gained the
upper hand. "Gotta go Mom I think someone's, coming. Love you too bye."

She relaxed her cunt letting him move slowly within her. "You jerk, that was my
mom. She thought I was smoking pot or something." Steve grinned, "You did the
same to me." She stuck out her tongue, "That was my Mother!" Alyssa yelled as
she rotated her hips around his cock. They began moving in sync once more,
kissing ravenously as Steve mounted the table and plowed Alyssa into the wood
grain. "Ooohhh Uggghhhh Agrrrrhhh!" Her climax shook both of them as came above
her, releasing streams of sperm into the custody of her womb. They fell apart
gasping for breath lying on the table side by side. "What is it with you and
tables?" She asked panting. Steve just giggled in reply. Getting cleaned up and
dressed they ate dinner in the dining room. Everything was delicious, the pasta
was homemade, the sauce not to spicy, and the bread fresh. They ended up talking
away the evening, and Alyssa served him breakfast the next morning, making him
her number sixty-nine special.

A week before Christmas Steve had contacted most of the key people he wanted
hire, but he'd have to wait till after the holidays to get any commitments.
Meanwhile he made arrangements to rent office space, and place ads in the papers
for junior staff. The girls began to talk to perspective clients, and came up
with a target list of key customers.

The girls came over during the week to see the house, and move a few of their
own things in. Steve couldn't have stopped them if he wanted to. Legally the
house was listed as a company asset which was them not him. They took over three
of the remaining seven bedrooms and two bathrooms, the others were left vacant
for company. They moved in some clothes and personal items. Chances are that not
all of them would be there at the same time. So sharing rooms wouldn't be a
problem, the house was located conveniently closer to the studios than their
homes. Making it an ideal place to crash if they worked late at night.

Of course not that they'd tell anyone, especially Jennie and Heather, although
they could claim to use the place when Steve was out of town, if anyone became
suspicious. It would become an ideal sanctuary whenever they wanted to escape
for an hour or two. Steve was intimidated one day when he was in a bedroom and
opened the drawer to find it full of feminine pads, tampons and other hygiene
products. The closets were full of clothes. He was given severely harsh
warnings, not to go prancing through the house in any of their things, and not
to even think about the other possibilities.

Alyssa's birthday rolled around just before Christmas on the 19th of December,
her mom had a big party for her with many family and close friends in
attendance. Steve wasn't too thrilled about going but Lyssa made him promise to
show up. Just to make sure Heather escorted him. Among the various relatives a
few celebrities were invited, some of the Melrose Place crew, including Jamie
Luner and Courtney Thorne-Smith, Judith Light from Alyssa's break through series
Who's the Boss, and Reese Witherspoon.

Steve was surprised to see Cheryl Ladd there from Charlie's Angles, he had a
crush on her when he was a kid. She still looked incredible despite the fact
that she must be nearing fifty by now. "I did'nt know Lyssa knew Ms. Ladd." He
asked Heather. She pointed to a young girl standing near the women, that's her
daughter Jordan. She was in Embrace of the Vampire with Alyssa." Steve nodded,
"I still haven't seen that one." Heather looked at him disbelieving. "Honest!"

Except for Alyssa's parents and younger brother, Steve hadn't met her other
relatives yet or her non-celebrity friends. Alyssa came over and took him by the
arm to introduce him around, they already knew who he was, although the extent
of his relationship to Alyssa was still a big mystery to them. "Could you
introduce me to Jordan's mom?" She looked at him suspiciously. "Teenage crush?"
He looked down bashfully. "Come on, just don't get any ideas about a Charlie's
Angels reunion." She pulled him along. "Hi Jordan, Cheryl." They saw Alyssa
approaching with her new friend in arm. "I'd like you to meet Steve Colt."
Cheryl smiled and held out her hand. Steve almost peed himself as he shook it
lightly. Her daughter Jordan was pretty but nowhere near her mother's caliber or
Alyssa's. "I've heard so much about you from Alyssa Mr. Colt. It's finally nice
to meet you." He smiled hoping his palms weren't sweaty.

He wanted to tell her so much, how he'd been a big fan of hers when he was a kid
and how he use to have fantasies about... well never mind. Instead he just
smiled back. "The pleasure is all mine, I use to be a big fan of your show." She
smiled generously, even at forty plus she looked radiant, and could still hold
her own against most of the younger actresses here today. "Well if you need any
tips on being a detective let me know." Steve smiled, "I'll take all the help I
can get, but I think we can manage. Right Alyssa" Alyssa grinned and squeezed
his arm. "No problem." Alyssa began to talk to Jordan about her work next year.
Cheryl noted how close Alyssa and Steve were, she wondered if they where
intimate. She herself was divorced when Jordan was very young, it bothered her
having to raise her without a proper father.

Holly-Marie Combs and Alyssa's mother Lin came out of the kitchen with the cake.
Steve resisted her attempt to pull him over to the table in the center of the
room. He stood back with Ms. Ladd while the two girls went over and sat
together. Everyone sang Happy Birthday and Alyssa blew out her 25 candles. Her
brother asked her what she wished for. She just smiled, "I'm thankful for what I
already have." Jamie handed her a brightly decorated box, "Here start opening
your presents." Alyssa was a little kid again as she tore open the paper, it was
shoes, black leather pumps. The thought of Alyssa wearing those and nothing else
crossed Steve's mind. "Thanks Jamie they're beautiful, I'll wear them on New
Years Eve." She opened the rest of her gifts as quickly as possible, pausing to
thank each person. Most of the presents were clothes, household items, and few
dog accessories. Her mom and Heather cut the cake and dished out the ice cream.

Steve's present was one of the last ones to be unwrapped, it was a small
rectangular package. Lyssa untied the pink bow and unwrapped it carefully,
revealing the lacquered mahogany jewelry box. The box was elegant in its
simplicity highly polished eight inches by four. Her name was painted in small
blue hand written letters across the top "Alyssa". She looked around to see him
standing at the back of the room. "I love it thank you, I'll keep your medal in
it." Steve's heart ached, "You're welcome." She got up and made her way over to
where he was standing, to his surprise she wrapped her arms about his neck and
kissed him on the lips. He hugged Alyssa shyly as her family and friends looked
on "You're welcome." He wanted so much to pick her up and hold her for all
eternity. A flicker of sadness crossed her soft hazel eyes as they separated. He
smiled a bit and let her go.

Across the room Heather knew exactly what had just transpired between them, even
if everyone else was ignorant of the significance. "I bet it's a long time
before he washes those lips." She called out, the giggles of the group broke the
silence. Alyssa turned around all smiles and teeth, "I'd like to thank all of
you for making this a very special Birthday Day for me." She went around and
hugged everyone again, Steve noted how Holly looked at him when he kissed Lyssa.
He wondered if it meant anything. With the festivities over people talked and
laughed amongst themselves. Steve went over and sat near Heather. "Beautiful
jewelry box." Steve looked at her, "Found it in a little shop in Chinatown."

Alyssa went out onto the patio with Judith Light. "Be careful Alyssa." Judith
dotted. "I'm fine." She said defensively. Judith looked at her younger co-star.
"I know you've grown up, and you're no longer that little girl who used to fawn
all over Tony on the set. But I also know that you looked at Steve the same way
you used to look a Tony. You can hide it from everyone else, but I know. I
helped you through puberty remember." Alyssa put her hands out, "It's not what
you think." Judith looked concerned, "I just don't like to see you get hurt."
The petite brunette hugged the older blonde women. "Steve could never hurt me."
Judith pulled back, "For your own sake, I hope your right." Alyssa grinned,
"Judith you're getting worse than my Mother."

One of Alyssa's younger cousins plunked down on the floor in front of Steve,
Heather, and Courtney who had joined them on the couch. Steve guess the boy to
be about six or seven, the two women made sure their skirts were pulled down.
The little prick was probably trying to get a cheap thrill. He looked at all
three of them and then settled on Steve. "Hi are you the guy that got shot?" His
mother sitting nearby chastised him. Steve waved his hand, "It's alright." He
looked at the precocious youngster. "Yes I am." The boy smiled, "Did it hurt
much?" His mother looked at him sternly. "Yes it did very much." The boy looked
at Heather glancing down at her feet his eyes crawled up her legs, she shifted
her legs sideways at the last second before he had a chance to peek up her
dress.

He smiled up at her, she returned the smile in a friendly manner. He switched
back to Steve, who looking down on him knowingly. "Are you mad at Mrs. Locklear
for getting you shot." His mother yanked him back, "Honestly where do you get
such ideas. I'm sorry Miss Locklear." Steve just laughed as did the family
sitting close by, then he looked at Heather "No I'm not, it was well worth it."
He lowered his voice just so Heather could hear him, "And I do it again." A
small smile formed on her lips, "Once is more than enough." Before the boy could
continue Alyssa came back in and called Steve over to her. "Come on I want to
show you something." She said as they left the room.

She took him down the hall to a door just past the bathroom. Opening the door
Steve could see it was a bedroom. "This is my childhood." Alyssa said softly
pulling him into the room, she showed him the photo's adoring the walls, her
awards from early on in her career. In the corner was a white wicker desk and
chair. Sitting on the single white canopy bed she pulled out a huge scrapbook
with more pictures, articles, and keepsakes in it. They spent half and hour
reliving her past from "Little Orphan Annie" to "Embrace of the Vampire." It
wasn't always fun, she had been forced to grow up fast and didn't get to play a
lot. "I wanted you to see how I grew up." She explained closing the book. "I'm
honored." Steve replied. He sniffed at her hormones, "You smell wonderful." She
smiled, "It's the perfume you brought me from Japan." He breathed in the heady
aroma. Reaching back Alyssa pulled his arms around her shoulders placing his
right hand on over her heart. Steve felt comforted by its strong pounding
rhythm. Looking out the window they saw an owl perched in a nearby tree sleeping
in the afternoon sun.

Steve leaned back holding her in his arms, tilting her head she looked at him
upside down. "You will be in my heart, forever." He murmured. She gave him a
small smile, those few words meant so much to her, "I know." Her hand came up
and touched his brow, they kissed with a deep lingering devotion. His hand moved
up her chest tracing a line over her collarbone caressing her throat. Alyssa
released a soft quite moan as her lips massaged his.

The soft fall of footsteps coming down the hall made them separate like nervous
teenagers. Lyssa grabbed the photo album and opened it pretending to show Steve
a picture. It was Holly going to the bathroom. When she was done Alyssa invited
her to come in and join them. Holly-Marie Combs was an old and dear friend of
hers, Steve remembered meeting her a couple of times in hospital, but he thought
it was funny how Alyssa didn't talk about her much.

Over the next hour a few more people came in mostly Alyssa's younger female
cousins who wanted to play with her stuff. Jamie Luner came in and talked to
him, as did Courtney. Alyssa took a phone call from Tony Danza, they talked for
a bit and then she passed him on to Judith. Eventually her mom Lin came to the
door and told her the guests where getting ready to leave. She excused herself
and went to say goodbye, as did the younger children upon hearing their parents
calling them.

That left Steve alone with Courtney-Thorne Smith, by now they were just getting
to know each other, realizing they each cared about Heather a great deal but
kept trying to hide it from one another. It was almost as if they were in
competition. Since his return he noted that Courtney, Holly and Shannon Doherty,
were hanging around a bit more than when he left. They always seemed to drop in
or just be leaving when he was over at Heather's, Jennie's or Alyssa's. He
hadn't thought much of it until now, the other girls didn't seem to notice or
care.

They were making small talk when Heather appeared at the door, "If you're ready
we should get going." Making their way to the front door they bid goodbye to
Alyssa and her family, Lin suggested he drop by more often. Alyssa rolled her
eyes, Lin gave her daughter a cuff across the back of the head. They waved
goodbye as Steve drove away, Heather was quite as he took her home. He took the
opportunity to bring up Courtney. She opened up and told him how they became
friends on Melrose Place. When she divorced Tommy Lee, Courtney helped her
through the rough spots. He was always curious about what she saw in him. It was
the usual story, Tommy was a rebel, exciting and wild. She was quite, well
behaved, so she lived through him. Eventually she grew up, and he didn't.

The ringing of her cell phone made them both jump, she flicked her long golden
hair over her ear and answered it. "Hi Richie." It was her husband Richie Samboa
of Bon Jovi. He and Steve had first met way back before Steve was a public
figure. Fortunately for them Richie was so drunk he didn't remember the
altercation in the hotel room. Heather's husband was calling to say he had to
fly to San Francisco for a talk show and he'd be back tomorrow afternoon.
Heather told him she would stay with a friend, tonight since Eva and was at her
parent's place. "Mind if I crash at the house tonight?" She asked timidly. "I
don't want to go home to an empty place and it's a two hour drive to pick up
Eva." Steve glanced at her, "Sure."

They entered the house, Steve flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
Heather went into the den to call her parents, she still used her cell phone so
Steve's number wouldn't show up on the caller ID. Coming back into the living
room she discovered he was watching a documentary on strippers. "That's
degrading, and perverted." She commented. "What? Women on a stage, getting paid
huge amounts of money based how good they look." He half turned his head and
smiled sarcastically. "The only lines they have." She said pointing to the
screen, "Are ooouuw, and aaaaaaahhhh." She sat down and watched for a few
minutes and then the show ended. Steve flicked over to another channel, Heather
got up and went upstairs.

She came back twenty minutes later, Steve had fallen asleep watching the tube.
Picking up the remote she turned off the TV, softened the lights, and moved the
coffee table away from the couch. Then clicked on the stereo choosing a
pre-loaded CD and cranked the volume.

Steve woke with a start and looked around, "Jeezze what the!!" That was as far
has he got when he saw Heather standing in front of him. His eyes leered up from
her feet, which were encased in black shiny six-inch pumps. Her lean muscular
calves were held in tight black nylons, he followed them up along the sensually
curved thighs they end with thick lacy elastic tops. The stockings gave way to
bare white soft skin covering her well round hips over which two thin strips of
crimson satin. These he followed back down towards Heather's pelvic mound as
they joined a small triangle of semi transparent floral lacey cloth. It barely
covered her intimately shaved area and bulged outwards over her full labia lips.
His eyes dared to gaze up further across her tight midriff, he smiled at her
bellybutton framed by her bright red fingernails from her hands which rested on
the gorgeous blondes hips. The rouge half-cups of Heather's lace bra pushed her
full-unblemished breasts up, presenting them for his approval. The short black
waistcoat she wore strained the single brass button holding it closed at the
front.

He grinned at her whorishly made face painted with bright red lipstick, her
shoulder length hair was tied back in a pony tail. She lowered the music to a
respectable level, "Well mister you want a table dance?" Heather asked in a
cheap tawdry manner. Steve grinned and nodded. "Five bucks for a dance, fifteen
for a lap dance, no touching." He started to laugh as he pulled out his wallet,
Heather smirked as Steve stuffed three five dollar bills in the waist band of
her panties.

Slowly she raised her arms over her blonde straight strands and began to gyrate
to the beat. The sound of Carly Simon's voice drifted through the air.

"Nobody does it better."
"It makes me fell sad for the rest."
"Nobody does it quite the way you do...." "Baby you're the best...."


Heather was inches from him as she stood between his legs. The smell of her body
was as enticing as the view, her hands came back down and flowed over the
contours of her breasts undoing the large shiny button she quickly shrugged off
the jacket and let gravity pull it from her arms. It slipped to the floor
gracefully, she leaned over kissing him just their lips touching. Steve moved to
grab her, Heather pulled away and wagged her finger at him. Her foot slithered
up his leg and came to rest on his thigh purposely she put weight on it digging
the pointy heel into Steve's leg. Her hands moved down and pushed the silky hose
down towards her thin sexy ankle. Motioning for him to remove her shoe she took
off the stocking and draped it over his shoulder then slipped the shoe back on,
they then repeated the procedure with her other leg.

"I wasn't looking..."
"But somehow you found me."
"I tried to hide from your love light..."

With a pair of nylons over his shoulders, he watched closely as Heather spun
around on her high heels and bent over thrusting her ass in his grateful face.
Smiling at him from between her legs her fingers worked at her slit pulling the
crotch of her panties aside giving him an intimate view of her treasure. Steve
began to salivate as her slender fingers stroked Heather's moistening love hole.
He was in heaven or as close as one could come on this side of the plain. The
sex kitten pried her lips apart wiggling her ass treating him to an even closer
look at her sex. Using the middle finger of her left hand to penetrate her slit
and she set his blood pressure on steam. He stared at her pink insides licking
his lips as she slid her finger in and out of her cherry blossom. Thoroughly
aroused Heather closed her eyes while masturbating for Steve. He could barely
believe his eyes here was Heather Locklear, star of Melrose Place, Dallas,
Dynasty, spokeswomen for L'Oreal cosmetics, stripping like an exotic dancer only
for him. He slid off the couch onto the floor wanting to taster her Budweiser.
Extracting her long finger from within herself Heather held it out for his
mouth. Engulfing her finger like a seal snapping up a kipper, he sucked off her
juices sponging all wetness up with his tongue, and trying lick off her
fingernail polish. Heather actually moaned as he gave her finger head. When he
had sucked her bone dry, she pulled her finger out and stood up turning around,
her wet hands sliding up to cup her breasts.

"Like heaven above me..."
"The spy who loved me..."
"Is keeping all my secrets safe tonight..."

Leaning over him swaying gently Heather brought her firm ripe tits within a
hairs breath of his face. They danced tantalizingly in their cups for him just
out of reach. He stuck out his tongue to sample her wares she pulled back
teasingly. Steve pouted and retracted his tongue, Heather moved in closer again.
Steve was in agony, as Heather lowered her perfect face to his level, and kissed
him lightly on the nose and lips. Moving back up she mercilessly unsnapped her
bra. Her hands came around front and grabbed the half-cups holding them in place
massaging the fleshy mounds within. Steve's eye's ached from being unable to
blink. Knowing she had his full attention, and erection, Heather released the
cups and pulled the straps from her softly feminine shoulders presenting him
with her tanned voluptuous boobs. Leaning over further still her rubbed her
breasts on either side of his face, her sweet scent filled his lungs. He could
not resist the temptation of licking her breastbone. Abruptly she moved back,
"That was a no-no." She chided.

With equal patience she wiggled out of her panties to the beat of the music.
Twirling them over her head they went spinning off landing on the TV, the three
five dollar bills floating to the carpet. Completely nude except for her heels,
Heather crouched down before him and pushed her knees wide apart. He watched
entranced as she touched her privates in front of him, slipping two fingers into
her sex from behind while her other hand squeezed her nipples to excitement.
Rising slowly to her feet she thrust her pussy within an inch of Steve's face,
show how deeply embedded her fingers were while Heather's thumb toyed with her
visibly erect clitoris. He inhaled her musky odor like incense.

Gradually she eased herself onto his lap and gyrated against the lump in his
pants. Steve never wanted to cum so badly in all his life. She stuck her wet
fingers back in his mouth, letting him drink her wetness again. Like a dog he
licked her hand tasting every drop of her vaginal secretions. Putting her arms
around his neck she bucked and rubbed on him shamelessly in true whore like
fashion. "Uguu, Ughhh Ohhh, Ohhhoo, Agrghhhhhhh!!" Heather's body slumped
against him panting hard as she came, a warm wet spot soaked his crotch as her
fluids spilled out all over his groin. Steve would have come too, had it not
been for the tight constriction of his pants. Satisfied she kissed him pulling
his head back by the hair and driving her tongue around his mouth.

"And nobody does it better..."
"Though sometimes I wish someone did..."
"Nobody does it..."
"Half as good as you."
"Why do you have to be so good..."
"Baby you're the best..."

Heather patted him on the shoulders and got to her feet, walking over to the TV
she retrieved her panties, Steve suddenly realized he had just been fucked, and
not in the manner in which he had become accustomed. "Heather?" She turned
around smiling at him. "I am not done yet." He gestured. "You paid for a lap
dance you got it." She responded. "You're not serious." He whined. Looking down
at him she struggled into her panties. "You want sex? A thousand bucks, and
that's for the whole night" Steve looked at her in disbelief, she was take this
too seriously. "Five hundred." He countered desperately. She twirled around
elegantly, "Hey I'm worth it, besides what do you think I am?." He looked up at
her, "I know what you are, now I'm just haggling over the price." He opened his
wallet counting the contents twice. "Shit, I only have eight hundred." He held
it up hoping it would be enough. Heather took the money and counted it out loud.
"Well you look like a nice guy, I'll give you a discount. But no S&M, or other
weird shit." He nodded in agreement and got up slowly, watching as she actually
put the money in her purse.

Quickly stripping off his clothes he decided to take control of the situation.
Walking over to her he grabbed her by the wrist, and hoisted the blonde
bombshell over his shoulder. "Hey what the..." Heather hollered. "Relax tramp
I'm just gonna collect what I paid for." He remarked patting her on the behind.
Carrying her upstairs to his bedroom, he lay her down carefully on the bed.
Heather looked so beautiful, as he pulled the panties from her bronzed lean
legs. Look up at Steve through her sultry blue eyes, he smiled at him. "Okay big
boy let's see if you got what it takes to make a whore scream." Her legs opened
up for business as she pulled the sheets up over her nudity.

Steve grinned and got under the covers with her. Quickly flipping Heather over
on to her belly tucking a pillow under her tummy. Moving her legs open he
kneeled between them and placed his erection at her slit. Reaching forward he
held Heather's out stretched hands, "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast until
it comes out your ears." She leered, "I like the sound of that." Barely having
time to brace herself she screamed as he entered her slick cunt with one
well-aimed thrust. "AAARGH!" Pulling almost completely out her rammed Heather
again pinning her down onto the bed by her hands. "Yess!!" She howled. Steve
moved faster with more drive as he fucked Heather into oblivion. She held her
own and butted back at him with the completion of each shove her gave her.

Their bodies collided like particles in a super conductor as they fought to get
each other off. Steve moved his hands down to grope her breasts and pinch her
nipples. She pressed her tits into his hands moving them in circular motions as
he ravaged her from behind. He stopped making long thrusts and merely humped her
from behind with short snappy strokes. Heather struggled and tried to keep him
inside her at all times, she moaned with each passing thrust.

Pushing on her ass he vacated her lower chamber completely. Heather threw him a
glance over her shoulder, twisting her by the legs he turned her over onto her
back. Grabbing her by the hips he pulled his whore onto his cock, holding her
long tanned legs to his chest. Heather's heels were still on her feet as they
rested on Steve's shoulders. Regaining his position inside her silken sleeve, he
screwed in long deep strokes, each on eliciting a loud wailing moan from his
call girl. Her strong cunt gripped his cock and began to milk the sperm from his
balls. Watching her striptease had lowered his control to near zero, and the
first jet of cum blasted into Heather with little warning. Fortunately she was
also in the same weakened state from all that masturbating, her cream joined his
and flooded her vagina in a sloppy soup of white sauce. "Uuugggghhh!!!" She
moaned quietly as they came together. Taking a few minutes to rest he released
her legs and slowly withdrew.

She waved him to move up and sit on the pillow next to her head. Wordlessly he
held Heather's head in his lap while she sucked the clinging life juices from
his soft member. As her lips kissed his pelvis he breathed a deep sigh of
pleasure, she kept his cock down her throat from a good thirty seconds massaging
it with a great deal of love and care. When she finally finished he smiled in
deep gratitude. "That was incredible Heather." She pulled Steve down besides her
and cuddled in next to him. "Thanks, it's nice that you appreciate the little
things we do for you."

They talked for a bit about their lives and what the future might hold for them.
She opened up to him about her previous marriage to Tommy Lee, how he tried to
get her hooked on cocaine, the heavy drinking, the wild orgies with groupies he
had behind her back. Tommy was into some really kinky sex, bondage, and S&M.
Heather went along at first because for her it was new and exciting. She had
gotten her breast implants to please him. Then things got weird as Tommy wanted
to do things like drip hot wax onto her breasts and belly. Have sex with Heather
while she hung from the ceiling by a rope around her wrists and her ankles
locked in a spreader bar. Or bent over some strange bondage contraption that
immobilized her arms and legs, anal sex was a big thing with him. She hated it
because he would put a gag ball in her mouth, and he was rough making it hurt
her ass so much. He would laugh at her muffled screams as he rammed her ass with
his large dick. Tommy often made her suck him off before concerts while the band
was in the next room listening to him moan obscenities at her, calling her his
little cum slut pussy.

As the marriage declined he would humiliate her at every opportunity he could.
Making her dress slutty for the band, leather mini skirts without panties, see
through tops and no bras. Sometimes he would fuck her in the back of the limo
when they drove to celebrity events, or he would have her suck on his dick while
he was on the phone bragging to his cronies. One time they were in a hotel room
in bed, when room service knocked on the door. Tommy made Heather open the door
in just her panties and bra, when the guy went to leave Tommy grabbed Heather
from behind and ripped away her underwear saying "Here's your tip buddy."
Revealing her bare shaven pussy to the stunned waiter. He probably got a lot of
free drinks and wet dreams out of that story.

Heather especially hated it when they were hanging around with the guys and
Tommy would paw at her breast's in front of them, or shove his hand up her dress
while the boys looked on making crude remarks. Heather drew the line at double
penetration, tattoos, and body piercing. Tommy had wanted her to get his name
tattooed over her pussy and have her tongue and genitals pierced. Heather
realized Tommy had no more respect for her when he started shooting his cum on
her face whenever they had sex, then he'd shove his cock back in her mouth
choking her, and wipe himself off on her hair. Steve on the other hand never did
anything unless the girls wanted it. That was one of the reasons they liked him,
he let them control the sex.

It was in their last year together Tommy would go out on his own come home
stoned, drunk or both and beat her up when she refused to have sex with him. He
was sober enough not to hit her face, or leave marks on her arms and legs. Once
she drove herself to the hospital with two cracked ribs and a bruised tailbone.

She finally had enough when she discovered videotape of herself being gang
banged by Tommy and the guys. At one time all four of them were in her at the
same time, two in her mouth, one in her ass and Tommy in her vagina, then two of
them did her cunt together. Heather realized she had been drugged, she did
recall waking up extremely sore one morning. Tommy just said he'd used a really
big vibrator on her. Steve just lay with her and listened until she fell asleep
in his arms. He could hardly believe what she had told him, and wondered why
anyone would treat Heather like that. He was determined as ever no one ever
would. Maybe one day he could pay Tommy back for what he had done to this fine
lady.