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10-25-2007, 04:23 PM
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"It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing." - Billy Joel
SHOWTIME - A Year In The Life Part 3
By Anonymous
(celeb, mf, ff, Fm, oral, anal, bondage, gangbang, molestation, tease, violence)
Starring; Bridget Fonda, Winona Ryder, Jennie Garth, Jennifer-Love Hewitt,
Heather Locklear
The original Showtime-To Catch a Falling Star in ten parts is available at
http://www.c-s-s-a.com/index.html
Jennie almost didn't see Jennifer as they bumped into each other in the doorway. "Hey girl!" The younger one greeted her. Jennie gave her fast kiss and flew out the door. "I'll call ya. Gotta run Love!" Jennifer entered the office to be greeted by Shadow, who was in the middle of an escape attempt.
"Hey there Shadow." She knelt down and stroked kittys back as it nuzzled its ear against her ankle. "You two know each other?" Steve inquired. "Sure he's great friends with Haley and Don." Leaning forward he pulled his chair back. "I don't suppose?" Love shook her head. "Oh no, two cats is all my apartment can handle right now." Shadow turned and followed Jennifer back into the office. "Meeow."
"What's this?" She motioned fingering form with Britney Spears name on his desk, although she was part owner operator of the company, she not was privy to the day to day operations of the business, except what Steve reported to her at quarterly Board meetings. The girls didn't even know who many of the members were, except the ones they helped recruit. He picked up the profile. "Sarah has convinced Miss. Spears to become a client." He smiled. "Isn't this great, last month Rosie O'Donnell got Christina Aguelira to sign up, and now we have Britney."
Jennifer shrugged, "Yeah they'll make great bookends." Sandy told Jen that the day Christina came to the office Steve was practically dancing. Reaching for her hands he pulled her a bit closer, Jennifer resisted opting to sit on his desk with her legs dangling over the edge. "I'd just better not find out you've been leaving your book mark between their pages." She pointed at him sternly.
"Now Love, don't get like that." He warned. Sometimes Jen couldn't help it, she hated when he attracted attention from younger girls. Steve had to molly cottle them, and laugh as they flirted with him. It would be a long time before he had to worry where his own daughters were at two in the morning.
So for now he was content worrying about her and Sarah, although Sarah was three years her senior and a martial arts expert he didn't worry too much about her. So it was Jennifer who was first and foremost Daddy's Little Princess, a position she enjoyed and often used to her advantage.
Whenever Sarah did something Steve regarded as foolish, like last year when she when scuba diving off of Australia's Great Barrier reef, home of the Great White Shark. Who probably wouldn't be able to taste the difference between the beautiful and famous Sarah-Michelle Gellar, from your everyday tourist. She got the "You're old enough to know better." speech. Or the time Alyssa, well when was Alyssa not stirring up trouble.
Even Jennie's association with eco-terrorist activities got her in trouble sometimes. The other girls complained that Jennifer got off easier. Steve just replied that she was still growing up and hadn't learned yet. "Daddy's favorite." Sarah sniped one day. Jennifer just stuck her tongue out like a seven year old.
So anyway whenever one of these up and coming Pop Tarts bounced into Steve's life Love was always a bit guarded as Steve got to know the new client. Which he did in order to make them feel more comfortable dealing with an older man, Steve would often talk to them about music, sports, clothes, pets, anything but serious adult stuff. He had other people to do that. That way they could relate to him on a simpler easier level and he found they confided in him more, trust was the first step in building a client's relationship. Love knew it was business but it still got under her skin.
There was even one instance where Steve stepped out of his office leaving a model/actress to fill out her personal profile. He returned twenty minutes later to find her naked except for the yellow satin thong she was wearing. Steve stood horrified of the complications this could cause. He slammed the door politely and nervously asked why she was undressed. Smiling she replied the profile asked about distinguishing body marks and it said photographs would be necessary. Steve breathed a sigh of relieve picking up her dress. "Yes but we have a special photographer who takes those."
Women were always hitting on him for some reason, super models, actresses, singers, he didn't know why, he only wondered where they were three years ago. In the beginning he told Bridget every time it happened, after the tenth one. She just told him to keep his mouth and pants shut.
He never thought he'd be happy to see a pretty woman putting her clothes on. When she completed the form, Steve called for a technician to take her for the physical, and photos. "Thank you for joining us." He stood up escorting her to the door, where he introduced her the person who would process take her through processing in addition to photos they would take hair, skin, and blood samples.
Rose looked up from her desk as he watched them walk away, "Miss Hewitt is in this morning." Steve was a bit surprised since Jennifer usually told him when she'd drop by. "Does she need me for anything." His secretary nodded reaching for the phone. "Don't bother I'll go to her office."
He didn't get ten feet when who should come waltzing in? No matter how often she dropped by people would always look up from their desks, and acknowledged her presence with a smile or a little wave. It gave her a slight thrill each time, and she always replied. "Well aren't we are honored today." Steve said loudly as she approached. Winona gave him dirty look. "You should be." She said glowingly, accepting a customary peck on the cheek. "Hey wasn't that Natasha Henstridge I just saw?"
Steve's voice brought Love out of her office down the hall. Seeing Winona gave her cause to smile and she hurried over. Steve watched the two embrace as did most of the male staff members nearby. Sensing motion stop Steve looked about, people quickly went about there business. It wasn't that he was a tyrant but the last guy to even look funny at Jennifer, was now in the archives clipping out articles from the tabloids.
"I must say you two look sharp today." He judged leading them into his office, giving his secretary the hold all my calls sign. Love was adorned in a crisp white pantsuit, even her hair was done up in a bun. Winona was in a similar black blazer with matching skirt. He'd never seen them looking so groomed at least not for the office.
"I stopped by for lunch today? You two up for it." Winona asked. "Sounds good." Jennifer chirped enthusiastically. Steve sat on his desk. "Oh I'm sorry I already have plans to meet with a client." Both women sat in the casual leather chairs in front of his desk. "Well maybe we could just tag along." Jennifer suggested rather maturely.
Seeing a twinkle in her eyes Steve put his hands over his face. "So that's what this is about! How in the hell did you two find out?" He glowered. "Why what ever are you talking about Steve?" Winona asked innocently." Nice try Winona, just remember to thank me when you accept an Oscar for that performance." Both girls looked at him rather perplexed. "Steve what's gotten into you?" Jennifer frowned. "And look at you my little darling all grown up looking for once. I almost didn't recognize you." He responded accusingly. "I don't think I like your tone Steven." Winona warned.
Steve put up his hands, "Okay how did you two find out who I was having lunch with today? Slip Rose a few bucks? Sneak a peek in my day book?" Winona leaned forward. "And who would that be?" She shot back still keeping up the act. Oh don't act like you don't know I'm having lunch in twenty minutes with the one and only Latin lust machine Ricky Martin?" Both women let out a gasp. "Ohhhh really!!"
Steve gave them a look of disbelief, "Just tag along my ass, and on the one day he happens to be in town. You two just happen to show up looking." He took a deep breath in search of a fitting word. "Dangerous."
"Isn't that a coincidence Winona?" Love theorized. "Yes quite a coincidence." Her co-conspirator replied with a slight smirk. "So where are we going for lunch?" She added. Steve chuckled crossing his arms. "If you two think I'm letting you come along you're both nuts." Winona stood up, "Steve I'm warning you." He put up his hand before she could chew his ears off. "You have no right to be there and you know it. Members of the board cannot interfere with the day-to-day operations of this company. And I know the other members would agree with me especially if you two got to meet Ricky and they didn't."
They knew he was right, now they resorted to other means. Which Winona did by wrapping her arms around his neck and using a little sweet talk, well mostly sweet talk and some dirty words tossed in for visual effects. When that didn't work Jennifer went into her pouting routine, which almost always got her what she wanted in the past but didn't even faze Steve today. "I'm sorry guy's but this deal is really important, and I can't afford to have any distractions." They sulked as he gave them a consolation hug. "I'll make it up to you. Hey Elton John's flying in next week." Winona gave him a dirty look, "He's not my type."
Steve pulled back. "Well I'm sorry but Mr. Martin is a major star, and I'm only going to get one shot at him, its just business. I'm sorry but you can't come this time." He knew they'd be difficult for a couple of weeks but the annual fee on Mr. Martin would be in the hundred-thousand dollar range. He might get the impression that Steve had brought the girls along as either eye candy, or sign on bonuses. "But we could help…" Jennifer begged one last time.
"Beep, beep!" The ringing of the phone saved him. "Yes Rose. Okay put her though, it's Bridget." He told them. "Don't tell me she's going." Winona objected. "Yes dear what's up. She what? Is she all right? Well okay take her to the hospital." The girls stopped their whining at the word hospital. "You want me to meet you there?" He asked. "I'll meet you there." He added before she could yell at him.
"What's wrong?" Love asked as he hung up the phone. Steve sighed. "Katrina swallowed a penny, Bridget says she's breathing alright but she won't eat her lunch. So she's taking her to the doctor and I have to go and meet them there." He picked up his jacket. "Do you want us to come with you?" Winona offered. Steve gave her a kiss. "Nah. It's probably nothing lot's of kids swallow stuff. But I'll have to cancel with Ricky, I guess we'll get him next time."
Putting on his coat he noticed a twinkle in Jennifer's eye that wasn't there a minute ago.
"Well maybe we could…" She started. Steve cut her off at the pass. "NO! Not in a million years. Ricky Martin would be safer in a home for wayward girls." Winona saw her opening and cut in. "Steve he's a major client and I think the Board would be very, very disappointed if you lost this opportunity to sign him up."
They had him dead to center. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He muttered. And they knew it. "Okay you win." They could hardly contain their enthusiasm they were going to meet Ricky Martin the heart beat of young girls everywhere. "But if you two screw this up I'll never trust you again." He warned. "Oh don't worry Steve we'll do whatever it takes to get him on board, right Winona." Love smiled. "Right Jennifer, anything."
Steve shook his head opening the door. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Get the name of the restaurant from Rose." He walked pausing at the door. "Aren't you the least bit concerned about your Goddaughter Winona?" She just gave him a shrug. "Its okay kids swallow things all the time." Steve turned and left them on their own, listening to something that sounded like two fifteen year old girls screaming for joy behind him.
Love thought of herself as Daddy's little girl period, and nobody, not Christina Aguilera, Jessica Simpson, Larissa Olynik, Anna Paquin, Anna Kournikova, the Olsen twins, Melissa Joan Hart, Christina Ricci, or Miss Britney Fucking Spears was going to take that away from her!
"You know it's not befitting when you get green it makes you frown and gives you premature wrinkles." Steve jostled hoping to lighten her mood. "I know." She sighed.
"It's just that I feel like I'm looking over my shoulder these days, I'm not getting the offers I used to get." Jennifer was going through the awkward child to adult phase, and having just suffered her first major failure, the cancellation of her own first show "Time of My Life" after just ten episodes made it all the more painful. She was no longer the fresh star of IKWYDLS, she was to old to do Neutrogen commercials anymore, and younger girls where quickly replacing her as Hollywood's teen queen.
The only bright spot in her career was her TV movie "Life of Audrey Hepburn," which held the number one spot on both nights it aired. As usual Steve was given a copy, he had a library of many of the girls works. Including one of the only two uncut versions of Alyssa's EOTV with the lesbian scene still in it, an unedited version of Jennie's Harlequin romance movie Star in which she did her only boob shot, as well as most of Winona's more popular movies and every film his wife was in. He even purchased some of the costumes she wore in SWF, and Point of No Return. "You're a sick man Steven Colt." Bridget stated when she opened the box only to find it contained a very familiar black backless cocktail dress.
"Love, there will always be someone younger and fresher behind you, but you have to look ahead think about what you haven't done yet, there are so many roles out there for you, and you can still go to university if you want. You're just in slump, even Heather has had them." The mention of her matriarch's career seemed to perk Jennifer up. "I guess you right, if she can do it so can I." He held her hands, as she looked down at the floor in deep thought. He heard her soft full lips whisper a single word. "Shit."
"Watch your language." He quickly chastised. She looked up at him in surprise. "No, the cat it crapped on your carpet." Steve had forgotten about Shadow, who had left a non-refundable deposit on his green office carpet. "Damn it!" He looked around to see the culprit napping on his couch.
Even thought his twins were now a year old, dealing with this kind of shit was something he still abhorred and sought to get out of whenever he could. It was late and the chances of anyone from maintenance being left in the building were as good as him getting Heather and Pamela Anderson in the same bed. He smiled at his young friend. "Er Love could you…?" Jennifer glanced at him with distain, gesturing to her chest, which today was encased in lovely pearl white cardigan cut ever so elegantly about her cleavage.
"Moi? Jennifer Love Hewitt, star of film, and television, model and singer, with fans that number in the thousands. Who earns more money in a week than most people make in a year. The wet dream fantasy of millions…" Steve surrendered to her argument. "Okay I get the picture, I'll do it. Huh, to think a minute ago you thought you were a Has Been. I should have kept my mouth shut." In subservience he knelt down a pick up the lumpy semi-solid cat poop from the rug with wads of tissue, and disposing of them in the toilet. Then he wiped the spot with a wet cloth spraying it with liberal amounts of deodorizer. Jennifer grinned as she watched him complete the task from her perch on the corner of his desk.
The only pleasant thing about the whole messy affair was it brought him closer to Love's finely sculptured legs which she displayed below a short green pleated skirt. Steve took the opportunity to snatch a quick glimpse up her skirt, which Jennifer had knowingly left unguarded. From her vantage point she noticed a shopping bag on the floor behind his desk. "Sears? Bridget's birthday coming up?" She jested. Steve had almost forgotten about the bag. "No actually it's for you."
"Ohhhhh!" Love purred, it was perk, probably not designer but hey it was the thought that counted. Steve often bought Love clothes he was trying to modify her wardrobe,
what little there was of it, at times.
They had clashed over Jennifer's choice in clothes on many occasions. Steve had become such a pain lately Love asked Heather for advice. So a few weeks before leaving to do "Spin City" Heather took the opportunity to have a discussion with Steve about that very subject.
"I'm glad you brought it up." He piped while they played pool in the rec room. "Did you see what she wore to her last public appearance?" Heather nodded but he answered his own question. "A black nylon boob tube, and a dress that was slit all the way up to her hip." He gestured. "She was half naked for Christ's sake!" His cue tapped the white ball, which glanced off the six for an attempt in the side pocket, which missed bouncing off the rail. "She even showed off for the photographers."
"Do you know what teenage boys do with pictures like that?" He ranted. Heather gave him a look of disgust. "Did you do that with my photos when you were young?"
Steve feigned innocence, "Of course not!" He waved. "Besides I was kind of partial to Emma Samms." Heather looked up to see him grinning with senility.
Leaning over the opposite side Heather aimed at the seven. "She's twenty years old, a grown women now." Tapping lightly using just enough force she sank the ball leaving the white just on the edge of the pocket. "You think it's okay the way she dress?" Steve protested. "It's not what I think." She reminded him. "And yes I do."
"Look Jennifer has made it this far on her own, she has her agent, and her mother to provide her with guidance and a conscious." Steve felt guilty. "She doesn't need it from a guy who until two years ago didn't know a thing about having a teenage daughter."
"I'm worried about her image, after all she's suppose to be a role model." He stated while peeking down Heather's neckline as she made the next shot. "Like it or not, Jennifer's also a sex symbol." She replied looking up and catching his gaze. Your telling me you should see her fan mail, Love gets marriage proposals from fifteen-year old boys and fifty-year old men." Heather shrugged. "Steve, I get marriage proposals from fifteen-year old boys, and fifty-year old men." He scratched his head, "Yeah but that's different."
"Cause I'm older?" She questioned. "No you're married." He saved. "I know but I don't want her to become just another mindless T&A Bimbo with a reputation for playing a tramp, and showing off her body." He retorted.
Heather stood up, "Oh, you mean like Elizabeth Hurley?" She suggested moving onto the next shot. "Yes." He agreed. "Britney Spears?" She continued studying the table. "Exactly!" Steve said empathically. "Heather Graham?" She went on leaning over. "Right on!" The neckline of her sweater plunged down like the stock market. Steve's eyes were once again drawn to her plump meaty breasts. "And Heather Locklear?" Completely absorbed in the view he missed the question. "ABSOLUTLY!!" His head snapped up like a proctology patient. "NO!"
Stabbing the ball she smiled at him in a funny manner. Not funny ha-ha, but as in what is that funny smell. "So that's what you think of my acting ability." Steve stood his ground like Custer at Little Big Horn. "Very funny, you know how I feel about your abilities." He said in earnest. "Whenever I think of a beautiful, sensuous, wholesome girl who is a manipulative, deceitful, foul mouthed, down right evil bitch. I think of you Heather." She wasn't sure if she wanted to accept the cloak and dagger complement, or skewer him on the end of her pool cue. Knowing her dilemma, Steve grinned and blew her a kiss.
Heather came around to his side of the table leaning her bottom against the wooden edge. "You know I think Love could be so much more, Jennifer has real talent, grace, personality, character." Another ball sank beneath the table. "And don't forget breasts of doom." Heather added. That got a smile out of him. "You see that's the problem, at first they helped her career, and got her lots of attention, but now if people can't see past them she'll never be taken seriously as a real actress. Like you." He added with a wink.
Heather didn't buy his belated attempt to win her charm. Love had the opposite problem of most women in the business, instead of having not enough cleavage she had too much. During the filming of Audrey Hepburn she actually had to have her boobs taped down for most of the shooting. After three days she had to have her chest massaged each night. "It was a dirty job." Steve complained. "But somebody had to do it."
"She could be the next Julia Roberts if she just keeps her clothes on for ten years." Steve put his cue in the rack. "God knows I was too late to save Alyssa." Putting her cue on the table Heather held him in her arms. "Not even the Almighty himself could have saved Alyssa." Alyssa's big mistake was letting her mother continue to manage her career, although Steve had never said that to her face.
Having parent as a manager was fine when her career was just beginning, but when she hit it big Alyssa should have gotten a real manager one who, knew what roles could help develop her maturity, and knew the industry better. Some felt Alyssa's mom didn't do good job helping her make the transition from child star to adult after "Who's the Boss." Instead Alyssa got seedy adult roles in B movies trying to exploit her grown up side too fast. Such roles it was felt erased any credentials she had built up in her sitcom years. Then luckily she got onto Melrose Place before it was cancelled, but even her bubbly effervescence couldn't save the show. Now at least she had "Charmed". Heather sighed. "I know how you feel about her, but you have to trust that what she wants is best for her."
The closeness of her body mixed with the fragrance of Heathers scent was making it difficult for Steve to concentrate on the issue at hand, if not making it down right hard.
"Damn I'm gonna miss you when you go to New York." He commented his arms finding their own way around her waist. "You're going to miss the great sex." She complied allowing him to hold her. "No, I'm going miss you. I'll still be getting great sex." He corrected her tongue in cheek, which was what he was working his way towards. "I'm sure the others will be happy to, fill in your timeslot."
Tossing her blonde lock aside Heather rolled her tongue around her cheek. "Or you could spend more time with the wife and family." She suggested. Reluctantly he nodded in agreement. "I guess you'll have to make an excuse to come and visit me." She added generously.
Steve already had one Michael J. Fox wanted to talk to him about setting up foundation for Parkinson's. The hot lighting over the pool table helped him convince Heather that it was to warm for a sweater. As her slacks followed, she pulled off his shirt and pants. Soon he knelt at the table eating her out stretched legs as Heather reclined on its smooth green velvet, her ass almost hanging off the edge with her long shapely legs hooked over his shoulders as he happily munched away.
Lying back amidst the balls she bucked her hips against his mouth that was fast making its usual magic in her blonde box. Steve's tongue was doing a disappearing act up deep inside of Heathers silken vagina, wanting to go with her to New York. Within in minutes he had procured a mini-orgasm from her out of thin air, as he tried to suck her entire cunt into his mouth hanging, on while her thighs clamped to either side of his head and her heels kicked him in the back.
Giving her a few minutes to enjoy the moment he waited for the sun to rise, then fully erect Steve climbed up between Heather's legs and made himself comfortable. He was greeted with a full passionate kiss, the kind she reserved only for him. As he hovered over his goal Heather reached down fondling his cock, guiding it to her wet open pussy. It fit like a space shuttle O-ring. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" They both moaned as his thickness slipped into her dark, moist hole. There was a wonderful feeling for both, as her soft lips stretched around his head as it slid past them, and spread out inside of her followed by the rest of his nine-inch meaty pole.
His hands quickly emptied the cups of her bra feeding his mouth with Heather's delicious tits, his face held to her breasts by her own manicured hands. What more could a man ask for as he sucked on the hardened nipples of a mature woman as they melted in his mouth. Her boobs wobbled like Jell-O as Steve gorged himself on their flesh.
Heather crossed her ankles behind his back as Steve's penis filled her to standing room only, squeezing him with her birthing vaginal muscles as he pulled back and begin to fuck her with deep penetrating strokes. The constant thrusting action caused a ripple effect through her pelvis as her cunt was pummeled from within, stretched a new with each passing blow. She shuddered under him as the sensitive lining of vagina experienced the friction of his flexible hose, the way he ground his pelvis against her clit wiggling Heathers vulva with his groin sent sparks up the base of her tailbone which exploded like great balls of fire at the base of her skull, causing her to scream obscenely loud in his ears during her climax. "Oh God, oh god, Oh GOD!!!! Argh, aaagh, aaargghhh, aaarrrgghhh, AAAAAARRRRGHH!!!"
Steve felt his spine about to give way as she attempted to crush the life out of him, fortunately it was only for a mere twenty seconds of excruciating pain as Heather spilled her love juice all over his dick. Her timing was perfect as his dam broke sending litres of semen flooding into her vagina, splashing on Heathers cervix to which his cockhead was firmly crammed up against. Balls scatter to the corners of the table three of them sinking into the plastic abyss rolling loudly down the gutters collecting at the other end.
They were both startled to hear a third moan in the dark room, looking over the two lovers saw his wife sitting in a corner chair. She had come in during their escapade and had been watching them both. Her own dress was rumpled pulled up above her waist, the front of her shirt had been opened the white bra unsnapped at the front.
Bridget sat there her eyes barely open in a classic pose with her legs hanging over the armrests of the leather chair, her panties down around one ankle. One hand was over her right breast the other mauling at her pussy. Steve could see her fingers busying themselves with her clit as she brought her self to orgasm. His wife often got off watching him pleasure other women, well some other women. She enjoyed masturbating while her husband fucked another woman in her presence, of course he also like seeing his wife with another women.
"Hello dear didn't see you come in." He smiled breathing heavily while waiting for his penis to shrink inside Heather. "That's okay you had your hands full." She responded tiredly. Heather with a freshly fucked smile plastered across her face lifted her head off the table. "Hey Bridget, how would you like to take my place on Spin City, and I'll stay here to keep Steve company." Her friend pulled a hand away from her crotch and gave her the finger. "Thanks, but your husband just did it for me." Heather was one of only six women that Bridget would let come between herself and her husband.
Rolling off her Steve lay on the table next to Heather where she crawled back to the edge of the table and proceeded to clean him, as per Bridget's rule number six if you borrow something it must cleaned before your return it.
With Heather hunched over licking her husbands penis, Bridget got up and moved behind her. Using her thumbs to spread Heather's pussy lips she began suctioning out their mixed love syrup, partly out of her own arousal for the other blond and also because she didn't want her leaking all over the carpet. Lying on his back Steve rested his hands behind his head watching with great enthusiasm, while Heather's tongue licked his penis, and in turn was happily being lapped by his loving wife.
Lifting the bag up by putting her foot through the handle Jennifer scooped in and pulled out an apple red t-shirt. It was plain except on the front it had white words printed in four lines. "I will not kiss the boys." Jennifer smiled sarcastically. "Cute really cute." Steve got up. "Feel free to wear it as much as you want." Peeling her top off over her head Jennifer pulled the shirt on, it was large enough to be comfortable without being to clingy. "Thanks I'm sure my mom will like it." She jabbed giving him a light kiss. "I got Sarah one saying I will not kiss the vampires."
There was something else in the bag to. "Hey where did you get this from?" Love said in a happier tone. Steve sat in his chair. "Leann sent a box of them over." It was a promo CD of the soundtrack of the movie Coyote Ugly. The movie wasn't due out for another six weeks. "Can we listen to it?" She begged. Jennifer was a big Karaoke fan, she was the kind of person that would sing along to the car radio, much to Steve's annoyance.
Steve shrugged, popping open the CD player on his PC. Jennifer plopped in the disc and closed the door, while Steve brought up the audio controls adjusting the volume to a respectable level. The lead song started filling the room with Leann Rime's soothing voice. "God you're getting old." His princess commented pressing the volume control up so that it rattled his fillings.
Through the miracles of modern technology Leann Rimes's soft angelic voice fill his office. He could picture her sweet smiling face as her words seduced him, remembering when she sang a duet with Trisha at his wedding not so long ago.
Under a lover's sky …
I'm gonna be with you…
And no one's gon-na be around.
He sat and watch as Love stood up on his desk rising above him, the papers went flying with a swoosh of her foot. Raising her arms over her head Jennifer drank in the music like an intoxicating elixir. A surge of pleasure starting at her feet rose up through her entire body.
If you think that you won't fall…
Well just wait un-til…
Till the sun goes down
Underneath the starlight, starlight
There's a mag-i-cal f-e-e-ling so right…
It will ste-e-al your heart to-night…
Her hips swayed in small circles above her lean supple legs, parted slightly as Jennifer rocked gently on her heels. Steve slowly reached for the mouse accessed the office, environment program. The door to his office locked, the window blinds closed and the lights grew dim. He kept his eyes on the sight of a young shapely girl slowly turning around on his desk.
You can try to re-sist
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know…
But you know, that you…
Can't fight the moonlight
Her hands move up and down her lithe form never quite touching her body. But to Steve the effect was all the same, his pulse quickened. Teasingly her hands played with the hem of her skirt fanning it about her bare thighs. With her eyes closed absorbed in the song Jennifer let herself go gyrating like an exotic dancer.
No-o-o-o you can't fight it…
It's gon-na get to your hea-rt…
Even Shadow was getting into the act leaping onto the desk and swishing his tail to the beat of the music. He watched as Love's body bucked her pelvis lewdly in all directions, as she turned around her ass wiggled in front of his face temptingly. The fragrance coming off her hair was wickedly strong. Steve's eyes followed her hands as she moved them up her thighs catching her skirt and dragging it to her hips.
He caught his breath as her white thong panties came into view the thin strip of cotton was now tightly pulled against the swollen pussy lips of Jennifer's pussy. Suddenly as it had appeared it vanished from view as her skirt dropped back down.
There's no escaping love…
Once a gentle breeze (once a gentle breeze)
Sweeps it's spell up-on your heart…
And no matter what you think
It won't be to lo-ng…
Till you're in my arms…
Underneath the starlight, starlight…
We'll be lost in the rhythm that's so right…
It will steal your heart to-night
Spinning around her arms hugging her waist Jennifer dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers running thorough her long black hair as it swung in back. He stared up at her breasts jutting out underneath the loose t-shirt, while her hips still swayed to the beat of the song.
Deep in the dark you'll surrender your heart
But you know…
But you know that you…
Can't fight the moonlight.
No-o-o…
You can't fight it…
It's gonna git to you're heart…
Jennifer stopped opening her eyes she saw Steve was looking up at her trying to catch up with his breath. Sitting down on the edge of the desk she was panting heavily, Steve reached over to his left ejecting the disc. "Well did you like it?" She asked coyly. He nodded slowly. "Oh yes it was very nice, very nice indeed."
Love fanned herself with the case, "Whew hot in here! Let's go get quick bite to eat and a drink." Love suggested hopping off his desk. Steve blinked still confused by the image of his little girl jiggling around on his desk like a first class stripper. No, no, not a stripper, a back up dancer. He could use a drink, and maybe a cigarette too.
"This time can I pick the place?" He asked. "What are you complaining about?" She objected. "Last time you said it would be nice if we could find a spot where the guys weren't constantly hitting on me." Jennifer answered defending her decision. "Yeah I did." Steve agreed. "But that's because the place you picked they were hitting on ME!" Love covered her mouth with her hand. "How could I know that was going to happen?" He looked at his young charge sternly. "Maybe because it was a known GAY restaurant?" Steve still had nightmares about it. "Geez I never thought I'd turn down a free drink." He reminisced as they left his office. "You just didn't want to feel obliged to dance." Love hinted. "Yeh first a dance, next thing you know I'm cooking him breakfast." He commented.
Lying there like a pioneer in Indian country, he heard a noise downstairs. Someone had come in the front door. "STEVE!" He let his head flop back down on the pillow. "Shit. Up here!" He shouted without the usual excitement in his voice when greeting his wife. With his car in the drive it wouldn't take a brain surgeon long to figure out where he was, so why delay the inevitable embarrassment. Besides at least she'd untie him before the girls got back. He listened as she walked up the stairs, thinking about how to put a positive spin on his predicament.
"Holy shit!!" Bridget gasped when she opened the door and saw her husband tied spread eagled to the bed wearing only what he came into the world with. "What the fuck happened to you?" She asked rooted in the doorway. Steve hesitated, "Four guys broke in here and robbed me, they tied men up naked so I couldn't follow them." Leaning against doorframe she smiled, one of these guys wouldn't be named Winona would he? Steve grinned sheepishly. "Er, maybe." He answered shyly. "How did you know?"
"I'm your wife I know everything you do, and who you do it with at all times." Bridget half turned in the doorway looking back down the hall. "Hey Jen come up here will ya!!" Steve strained his neck, "Don't let anyone else see me like this." He pleaded insanely as the footsteps came closer.
"What's …?" Jennie immediately doubled over with laughter as she came into the bedroom. Bridget joined her as Steve struggled in vain against his restraints. She knew right away what had happened, it was inevitable that Steve would get himself into a situation like this one-day, but Jen thought she'd be in on it. "I've been robbed!" He whined trying to inject some seriousness into the situation. The girls collapsed on the bed next to him enjoying the moment.
After a few minutes they calmed down long enough for Steve to name the culprits and tell them how they had tricked him. "Well it's your own fault." Jennie smiled now laying along side of him. His wife nodded in agreement. "You thought you were going to have a little orgy this afternoon, and now you're mad because it didn't happen." Jen played her finger along his chest. "See where greed got you?"
He was saved from having to answer the accusation by the ringing of his cell phone, which his wife picked up, as he hadn't been released yet. "Hello." Steve watched her like a dog sitting by the dinner table. "Oh hi Russell, this is Bridget, no I'm afraid Steve won't be able to play tonight." A silly grin crossed her normally placid face. "No something came up and he's going to be tied down for a little while."
Steve opened his mouth to object at being kept out of tonight's pot. But nary a sound escaped as pair of Victoria Secret's Bare Essential, cotton stretch panties was thrust into his yap. His eyes burned at Jennie who smiled lovingly made a, shhhing motion while pulling her dress back down over her legs. Steve just lay there sucking on the tangy gusset of Jennie's underwear, while his wife foiled his plans.
"Mmmh…Mmmgghh!" The captive audience mumbled. "I'm sure he's disappointed to, maybe next time. Bye Russell." Bridget shut the phone off and stroked the back of her fingers along his cheek. "Now where were we?" Jennie gently tugged her wet lingerie out of his mouth. "That was uncalled for, did you know Mel was playing tonight?" Bridget tilted her head. "Gibson?" Steve aired out his tongue, "No Brooks. He's funny as hell and throws his money away. I could have made ten grand off of him alone." He gave Jennie a look, "And Peter is playing tonight to."
Jennies husband often played with the boys (Not what you're thinking) he wasn't very good at poker and Steve usually took quite a bit of money from him. But it didn't matter, cause Jennie would always come around the following week and he would give it right back to her. Well sort of, they had an arrangement of sorts and Miss Garth would have to earn the money by performing special services. Steve often complained she charged too much, to which Jennie would reply she was worth it.
"So I hope you learned a lesson from all this." His wife lectured sitting on the opposite side of the bed across from the other short hair blonde. Steve nodded weakly. "Now untied me?" He pleaded. Jennies finger was tracing lazy circles around his stomach, eyeing his erection hungrily. Bridget turned her attention to the other blonde, moving closer she gave Jen a kiss on the lips a small brief peck, but it was enough to light her fire, Jennie returned her affection with a fuller more vibrant lip lock Steve's wife holding her by the back of the head whilst her tongue went in through the front.
Reaching behind her lover Bridget located the zipper on the collar of the dress, while Jennie's hands fumbled with the buttons of Bridget's blouse revealing the plain white cotton bra, which hid beneath. Steve observed the two women with the excitement of a lion smelling blood, as clothing vanished to expose more and more softly, tanned smooth flesh. This was it. This was going to be great he smiled. Finally he was going to get some action.
Two minutes later they lay partly a top him reverently lick each other's private parts, working their fingers to the bone. Steve now near crazed with lust, trying to wag his dog into the nearest Holiday Inn whenever a vacancy came his way. It was five minutes after that he realized the girls weren't going to have sex with him, but on him! He watched helplessly like a starving man chained to one end of a long table while someone else sat at the other end having a feast. Jennie's pussy was so close he could almost reach out and lick it. But for all his troubles the only thing he got was an occasional knee in the head, or a foot in his face. All the while having to lie under them as the rubbed against his bloated penis. Just the slight brushing against their under bellies was proving to be too much for him, as their moans of satisfaction echoed loudly in his ears.
Bridget was just announcing her own orgasm by way of the loudest squeal Steve had ever heard her make. When the smooth skin of her abdomen teased the tip of his prick for about the fiftieth time. Her husband unable to contain himself anymore displayed his own affection by spewing a sticky white stream of cum all over her stomach. "Eeeech!" She expressed with indignation. "Can't you control yourself just once?" Steve bowed his head in shame. "Sorry dear."
Jennie lifted her head up, "I'll get it." She giggled, pushing her partner over on to her back. Then with a devilish grin began lapping up the long spurt of white mayo from Bridget's bellybutton to her sternum. Both of them watched her as she collected the protein-laden goo, on her tongue, after which she hovered over his wife. "Wan sthome?" She mumbled. Bridget laughed and shook her head. Giving her a slight smile she swallowed his jizz, licking her tongue over her upper lip. "I see, your prefer to get yours straight from the source." Jennie suggested. Bridget gave her a playful shove, "Least I don't have to lick it up off of the floor."
Jennie lunged at Bridget. "That's it, them's fighten words." The two beauties grappled and rolled around the bed steam rolling over Bridget's husband a few times before he could get them to stop. Eventually they let go and collapsed exhausted on either side of their captive audience. After they untied him, the girls were kind enough to massage his aching limbs it was almost worth being tied up for two hours.
Once circulation was restored to his vital organs, Bridget being the slightly less blond of the two hustled off to the bathroom to soak in the tub. Jennie rolled off the bed and began picking her clothes up off the floor, which at this moment was as smart as picking up a bar of soap in the shower room of the local YMCA. Steve took advantage of her disposition and pounced on his unsuspecting victim. Bridget could hear Jennie putting up a half-hearted attempt to fend of her husband's flirtations but she knew Jennie loved him too much to really refuse.
As she flexed her toes in the hot steamy water, the moaning from the bedroom confirmed her thesis, which ended with a loud grunt from Steve as he climaxed inside her counterpart. Jennie let out a long soft moan as she endured rapture around his pulsating rod.
The water was just beginning to cool when Jennie strode into the bathroom still naked as the day she was born. Bridget looked up at her friends Johnny cum lately face, "Your husband said I should come in here and get you to clean my face off." Bridget shifted sideways in the large oval tub as Jen knelt down besides her. "Oh did he now?" She smiled moving her hand behind the younger woman's nodding head. "Close your eyes." As her eyelids dropped Bridget clutched a bundle of Jennie Garths famous honey yellow locks and plunged her victims face into the murky bath water. Jennie reached back to free herself from her tormentors grasp and push herself away from the bath.
"Phwaap, aackkk!! What are you trying to do drown me!" She coughed and sputtered.
Bridget released her. "Well you're clean now." Chuckling evilly. "And let this be a lesson to you." Jennie wiped the water from her eyes. "Don't ever come to me with my husbands cum on your face you slut." Jennie moved closer to the tub again. "You're just jealous because Steve prefers me in bed to you." That earned her a slap of water across the face. "Know what?" Bridget whispered conspiratorially. "So do I." Jennie smiled as she climbed into the bath.
End of Part 3
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"It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing." - Billy Joel
SHOWTIME - A Year In The Life Part 3
By Anonymous
(celeb, mf, ff, Fm, oral, anal, bondage, gangbang, molestation, tease, violence)
Starring; Bridget Fonda, Winona Ryder, Jennie Garth, Jennifer-Love Hewitt,
Heather Locklear
The original Showtime-To Catch a Falling Star in ten parts is available at
http://www.c-s-s-a.com/index.html
Jennie almost didn't see Jennifer as they bumped into each other in the doorway. "Hey girl!" The younger one greeted her. Jennie gave her fast kiss and flew out the door. "I'll call ya. Gotta run Love!" Jennifer entered the office to be greeted by Shadow, who was in the middle of an escape attempt.
"Hey there Shadow." She knelt down and stroked kittys back as it nuzzled its ear against her ankle. "You two know each other?" Steve inquired. "Sure he's great friends with Haley and Don." Leaning forward he pulled his chair back. "I don't suppose?" Love shook her head. "Oh no, two cats is all my apartment can handle right now." Shadow turned and followed Jennifer back into the office. "Meeow."
"What's this?" She motioned fingering form with Britney Spears name on his desk, although she was part owner operator of the company, she not was privy to the day to day operations of the business, except what Steve reported to her at quarterly Board meetings. The girls didn't even know who many of the members were, except the ones they helped recruit. He picked up the profile. "Sarah has convinced Miss. Spears to become a client." He smiled. "Isn't this great, last month Rosie O'Donnell got Christina Aguelira to sign up, and now we have Britney."
Jennifer shrugged, "Yeah they'll make great bookends." Sandy told Jen that the day Christina came to the office Steve was practically dancing. Reaching for her hands he pulled her a bit closer, Jennifer resisted opting to sit on his desk with her legs dangling over the edge. "I'd just better not find out you've been leaving your book mark between their pages." She pointed at him sternly.
"Now Love, don't get like that." He warned. Sometimes Jen couldn't help it, she hated when he attracted attention from younger girls. Steve had to molly cottle them, and laugh as they flirted with him. It would be a long time before he had to worry where his own daughters were at two in the morning.
So for now he was content worrying about her and Sarah, although Sarah was three years her senior and a martial arts expert he didn't worry too much about her. So it was Jennifer who was first and foremost Daddy's Little Princess, a position she enjoyed and often used to her advantage.
Whenever Sarah did something Steve regarded as foolish, like last year when she when scuba diving off of Australia's Great Barrier reef, home of the Great White Shark. Who probably wouldn't be able to taste the difference between the beautiful and famous Sarah-Michelle Gellar, from your everyday tourist. She got the "You're old enough to know better." speech. Or the time Alyssa, well when was Alyssa not stirring up trouble.
Even Jennie's association with eco-terrorist activities got her in trouble sometimes. The other girls complained that Jennifer got off easier. Steve just replied that she was still growing up and hadn't learned yet. "Daddy's favorite." Sarah sniped one day. Jennifer just stuck her tongue out like a seven year old.
So anyway whenever one of these up and coming Pop Tarts bounced into Steve's life Love was always a bit guarded as Steve got to know the new client. Which he did in order to make them feel more comfortable dealing with an older man, Steve would often talk to them about music, sports, clothes, pets, anything but serious adult stuff. He had other people to do that. That way they could relate to him on a simpler easier level and he found they confided in him more, trust was the first step in building a client's relationship. Love knew it was business but it still got under her skin.
There was even one instance where Steve stepped out of his office leaving a model/actress to fill out her personal profile. He returned twenty minutes later to find her naked except for the yellow satin thong she was wearing. Steve stood horrified of the complications this could cause. He slammed the door politely and nervously asked why she was undressed. Smiling she replied the profile asked about distinguishing body marks and it said photographs would be necessary. Steve breathed a sigh of relieve picking up her dress. "Yes but we have a special photographer who takes those."
Women were always hitting on him for some reason, super models, actresses, singers, he didn't know why, he only wondered where they were three years ago. In the beginning he told Bridget every time it happened, after the tenth one. She just told him to keep his mouth and pants shut.
He never thought he'd be happy to see a pretty woman putting her clothes on. When she completed the form, Steve called for a technician to take her for the physical, and photos. "Thank you for joining us." He stood up escorting her to the door, where he introduced her the person who would process take her through processing in addition to photos they would take hair, skin, and blood samples.
Rose looked up from her desk as he watched them walk away, "Miss Hewitt is in this morning." Steve was a bit surprised since Jennifer usually told him when she'd drop by. "Does she need me for anything." His secretary nodded reaching for the phone. "Don't bother I'll go to her office."
He didn't get ten feet when who should come waltzing in? No matter how often she dropped by people would always look up from their desks, and acknowledged her presence with a smile or a little wave. It gave her a slight thrill each time, and she always replied. "Well aren't we are honored today." Steve said loudly as she approached. Winona gave him dirty look. "You should be." She said glowingly, accepting a customary peck on the cheek. "Hey wasn't that Natasha Henstridge I just saw?"
Steve's voice brought Love out of her office down the hall. Seeing Winona gave her cause to smile and she hurried over. Steve watched the two embrace as did most of the male staff members nearby. Sensing motion stop Steve looked about, people quickly went about there business. It wasn't that he was a tyrant but the last guy to even look funny at Jennifer, was now in the archives clipping out articles from the tabloids.
"I must say you two look sharp today." He judged leading them into his office, giving his secretary the hold all my calls sign. Love was adorned in a crisp white pantsuit, even her hair was done up in a bun. Winona was in a similar black blazer with matching skirt. He'd never seen them looking so groomed at least not for the office.
"I stopped by for lunch today? You two up for it." Winona asked. "Sounds good." Jennifer chirped enthusiastically. Steve sat on his desk. "Oh I'm sorry I already have plans to meet with a client." Both women sat in the casual leather chairs in front of his desk. "Well maybe we could just tag along." Jennifer suggested rather maturely.
Seeing a twinkle in her eyes Steve put his hands over his face. "So that's what this is about! How in the hell did you two find out?" He glowered. "Why what ever are you talking about Steve?" Winona asked innocently." Nice try Winona, just remember to thank me when you accept an Oscar for that performance." Both girls looked at him rather perplexed. "Steve what's gotten into you?" Jennifer frowned. "And look at you my little darling all grown up looking for once. I almost didn't recognize you." He responded accusingly. "I don't think I like your tone Steven." Winona warned.
Steve put up his hands, "Okay how did you two find out who I was having lunch with today? Slip Rose a few bucks? Sneak a peek in my day book?" Winona leaned forward. "And who would that be?" She shot back still keeping up the act. Oh don't act like you don't know I'm having lunch in twenty minutes with the one and only Latin lust machine Ricky Martin?" Both women let out a gasp. "Ohhhh really!!"
Steve gave them a look of disbelief, "Just tag along my ass, and on the one day he happens to be in town. You two just happen to show up looking." He took a deep breath in search of a fitting word. "Dangerous."
"Isn't that a coincidence Winona?" Love theorized. "Yes quite a coincidence." Her co-conspirator replied with a slight smirk. "So where are we going for lunch?" She added. Steve chuckled crossing his arms. "If you two think I'm letting you come along you're both nuts." Winona stood up, "Steve I'm warning you." He put up his hand before she could chew his ears off. "You have no right to be there and you know it. Members of the board cannot interfere with the day-to-day operations of this company. And I know the other members would agree with me especially if you two got to meet Ricky and they didn't."
They knew he was right, now they resorted to other means. Which Winona did by wrapping her arms around his neck and using a little sweet talk, well mostly sweet talk and some dirty words tossed in for visual effects. When that didn't work Jennifer went into her pouting routine, which almost always got her what she wanted in the past but didn't even faze Steve today. "I'm sorry guy's but this deal is really important, and I can't afford to have any distractions." They sulked as he gave them a consolation hug. "I'll make it up to you. Hey Elton John's flying in next week." Winona gave him a dirty look, "He's not my type."
Steve pulled back. "Well I'm sorry but Mr. Martin is a major star, and I'm only going to get one shot at him, its just business. I'm sorry but you can't come this time." He knew they'd be difficult for a couple of weeks but the annual fee on Mr. Martin would be in the hundred-thousand dollar range. He might get the impression that Steve had brought the girls along as either eye candy, or sign on bonuses. "But we could help…" Jennifer begged one last time.
"Beep, beep!" The ringing of the phone saved him. "Yes Rose. Okay put her though, it's Bridget." He told them. "Don't tell me she's going." Winona objected. "Yes dear what's up. She what? Is she all right? Well okay take her to the hospital." The girls stopped their whining at the word hospital. "You want me to meet you there?" He asked. "I'll meet you there." He added before she could yell at him.
"What's wrong?" Love asked as he hung up the phone. Steve sighed. "Katrina swallowed a penny, Bridget says she's breathing alright but she won't eat her lunch. So she's taking her to the doctor and I have to go and meet them there." He picked up his jacket. "Do you want us to come with you?" Winona offered. Steve gave her a kiss. "Nah. It's probably nothing lot's of kids swallow stuff. But I'll have to cancel with Ricky, I guess we'll get him next time."
Putting on his coat he noticed a twinkle in Jennifer's eye that wasn't there a minute ago.
"Well maybe we could…" She started. Steve cut her off at the pass. "NO! Not in a million years. Ricky Martin would be safer in a home for wayward girls." Winona saw her opening and cut in. "Steve he's a major client and I think the Board would be very, very disappointed if you lost this opportunity to sign him up."
They had him dead to center. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He muttered. And they knew it. "Okay you win." They could hardly contain their enthusiasm they were going to meet Ricky Martin the heart beat of young girls everywhere. "But if you two screw this up I'll never trust you again." He warned. "Oh don't worry Steve we'll do whatever it takes to get him on board, right Winona." Love smiled. "Right Jennifer, anything."
Steve shook his head opening the door. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Get the name of the restaurant from Rose." He walked pausing at the door. "Aren't you the least bit concerned about your Goddaughter Winona?" She just gave him a shrug. "Its okay kids swallow things all the time." Steve turned and left them on their own, listening to something that sounded like two fifteen year old girls screaming for joy behind him.
Love thought of herself as Daddy's little girl period, and nobody, not Christina Aguilera, Jessica Simpson, Larissa Olynik, Anna Paquin, Anna Kournikova, the Olsen twins, Melissa Joan Hart, Christina Ricci, or Miss Britney Fucking Spears was going to take that away from her!
"You know it's not befitting when you get green it makes you frown and gives you premature wrinkles." Steve jostled hoping to lighten her mood. "I know." She sighed.
"It's just that I feel like I'm looking over my shoulder these days, I'm not getting the offers I used to get." Jennifer was going through the awkward child to adult phase, and having just suffered her first major failure, the cancellation of her own first show "Time of My Life" after just ten episodes made it all the more painful. She was no longer the fresh star of IKWYDLS, she was to old to do Neutrogen commercials anymore, and younger girls where quickly replacing her as Hollywood's teen queen.
The only bright spot in her career was her TV movie "Life of Audrey Hepburn," which held the number one spot on both nights it aired. As usual Steve was given a copy, he had a library of many of the girls works. Including one of the only two uncut versions of Alyssa's EOTV with the lesbian scene still in it, an unedited version of Jennie's Harlequin romance movie Star in which she did her only boob shot, as well as most of Winona's more popular movies and every film his wife was in. He even purchased some of the costumes she wore in SWF, and Point of No Return. "You're a sick man Steven Colt." Bridget stated when she opened the box only to find it contained a very familiar black backless cocktail dress.
"Love, there will always be someone younger and fresher behind you, but you have to look ahead think about what you haven't done yet, there are so many roles out there for you, and you can still go to university if you want. You're just in slump, even Heather has had them." The mention of her matriarch's career seemed to perk Jennifer up. "I guess you right, if she can do it so can I." He held her hands, as she looked down at the floor in deep thought. He heard her soft full lips whisper a single word. "Shit."
"Watch your language." He quickly chastised. She looked up at him in surprise. "No, the cat it crapped on your carpet." Steve had forgotten about Shadow, who had left a non-refundable deposit on his green office carpet. "Damn it!" He looked around to see the culprit napping on his couch.
Even thought his twins were now a year old, dealing with this kind of shit was something he still abhorred and sought to get out of whenever he could. It was late and the chances of anyone from maintenance being left in the building were as good as him getting Heather and Pamela Anderson in the same bed. He smiled at his young friend. "Er Love could you…?" Jennifer glanced at him with distain, gesturing to her chest, which today was encased in lovely pearl white cardigan cut ever so elegantly about her cleavage.
"Moi? Jennifer Love Hewitt, star of film, and television, model and singer, with fans that number in the thousands. Who earns more money in a week than most people make in a year. The wet dream fantasy of millions…" Steve surrendered to her argument. "Okay I get the picture, I'll do it. Huh, to think a minute ago you thought you were a Has Been. I should have kept my mouth shut." In subservience he knelt down a pick up the lumpy semi-solid cat poop from the rug with wads of tissue, and disposing of them in the toilet. Then he wiped the spot with a wet cloth spraying it with liberal amounts of deodorizer. Jennifer grinned as she watched him complete the task from her perch on the corner of his desk.
The only pleasant thing about the whole messy affair was it brought him closer to Love's finely sculptured legs which she displayed below a short green pleated skirt. Steve took the opportunity to snatch a quick glimpse up her skirt, which Jennifer had knowingly left unguarded. From her vantage point she noticed a shopping bag on the floor behind his desk. "Sears? Bridget's birthday coming up?" She jested. Steve had almost forgotten about the bag. "No actually it's for you."
"Ohhhhh!" Love purred, it was perk, probably not designer but hey it was the thought that counted. Steve often bought Love clothes he was trying to modify her wardrobe,
what little there was of it, at times.
They had clashed over Jennifer's choice in clothes on many occasions. Steve had become such a pain lately Love asked Heather for advice. So a few weeks before leaving to do "Spin City" Heather took the opportunity to have a discussion with Steve about that very subject.
"I'm glad you brought it up." He piped while they played pool in the rec room. "Did you see what she wore to her last public appearance?" Heather nodded but he answered his own question. "A black nylon boob tube, and a dress that was slit all the way up to her hip." He gestured. "She was half naked for Christ's sake!" His cue tapped the white ball, which glanced off the six for an attempt in the side pocket, which missed bouncing off the rail. "She even showed off for the photographers."
"Do you know what teenage boys do with pictures like that?" He ranted. Heather gave him a look of disgust. "Did you do that with my photos when you were young?"
Steve feigned innocence, "Of course not!" He waved. "Besides I was kind of partial to Emma Samms." Heather looked up to see him grinning with senility.
Leaning over the opposite side Heather aimed at the seven. "She's twenty years old, a grown women now." Tapping lightly using just enough force she sank the ball leaving the white just on the edge of the pocket. "You think it's okay the way she dress?" Steve protested. "It's not what I think." She reminded him. "And yes I do."
"Look Jennifer has made it this far on her own, she has her agent, and her mother to provide her with guidance and a conscious." Steve felt guilty. "She doesn't need it from a guy who until two years ago didn't know a thing about having a teenage daughter."
"I'm worried about her image, after all she's suppose to be a role model." He stated while peeking down Heather's neckline as she made the next shot. "Like it or not, Jennifer's also a sex symbol." She replied looking up and catching his gaze. Your telling me you should see her fan mail, Love gets marriage proposals from fifteen-year old boys and fifty-year old men." Heather shrugged. "Steve, I get marriage proposals from fifteen-year old boys, and fifty-year old men." He scratched his head, "Yeah but that's different."
"Cause I'm older?" She questioned. "No you're married." He saved. "I know but I don't want her to become just another mindless T&A Bimbo with a reputation for playing a tramp, and showing off her body." He retorted.
Heather stood up, "Oh, you mean like Elizabeth Hurley?" She suggested moving onto the next shot. "Yes." He agreed. "Britney Spears?" She continued studying the table. "Exactly!" Steve said empathically. "Heather Graham?" She went on leaning over. "Right on!" The neckline of her sweater plunged down like the stock market. Steve's eyes were once again drawn to her plump meaty breasts. "And Heather Locklear?" Completely absorbed in the view he missed the question. "ABSOLUTLY!!" His head snapped up like a proctology patient. "NO!"
Stabbing the ball she smiled at him in a funny manner. Not funny ha-ha, but as in what is that funny smell. "So that's what you think of my acting ability." Steve stood his ground like Custer at Little Big Horn. "Very funny, you know how I feel about your abilities." He said in earnest. "Whenever I think of a beautiful, sensuous, wholesome girl who is a manipulative, deceitful, foul mouthed, down right evil bitch. I think of you Heather." She wasn't sure if she wanted to accept the cloak and dagger complement, or skewer him on the end of her pool cue. Knowing her dilemma, Steve grinned and blew her a kiss.
Heather came around to his side of the table leaning her bottom against the wooden edge. "You know I think Love could be so much more, Jennifer has real talent, grace, personality, character." Another ball sank beneath the table. "And don't forget breasts of doom." Heather added. That got a smile out of him. "You see that's the problem, at first they helped her career, and got her lots of attention, but now if people can't see past them she'll never be taken seriously as a real actress. Like you." He added with a wink.
Heather didn't buy his belated attempt to win her charm. Love had the opposite problem of most women in the business, instead of having not enough cleavage she had too much. During the filming of Audrey Hepburn she actually had to have her boobs taped down for most of the shooting. After three days she had to have her chest massaged each night. "It was a dirty job." Steve complained. "But somebody had to do it."
"She could be the next Julia Roberts if she just keeps her clothes on for ten years." Steve put his cue in the rack. "God knows I was too late to save Alyssa." Putting her cue on the table Heather held him in her arms. "Not even the Almighty himself could have saved Alyssa." Alyssa's big mistake was letting her mother continue to manage her career, although Steve had never said that to her face.
Having parent as a manager was fine when her career was just beginning, but when she hit it big Alyssa should have gotten a real manager one who, knew what roles could help develop her maturity, and knew the industry better. Some felt Alyssa's mom didn't do good job helping her make the transition from child star to adult after "Who's the Boss." Instead Alyssa got seedy adult roles in B movies trying to exploit her grown up side too fast. Such roles it was felt erased any credentials she had built up in her sitcom years. Then luckily she got onto Melrose Place before it was cancelled, but even her bubbly effervescence couldn't save the show. Now at least she had "Charmed". Heather sighed. "I know how you feel about her, but you have to trust that what she wants is best for her."
The closeness of her body mixed with the fragrance of Heathers scent was making it difficult for Steve to concentrate on the issue at hand, if not making it down right hard.
"Damn I'm gonna miss you when you go to New York." He commented his arms finding their own way around her waist. "You're going to miss the great sex." She complied allowing him to hold her. "No, I'm going miss you. I'll still be getting great sex." He corrected her tongue in cheek, which was what he was working his way towards. "I'm sure the others will be happy to, fill in your timeslot."
Tossing her blonde lock aside Heather rolled her tongue around her cheek. "Or you could spend more time with the wife and family." She suggested. Reluctantly he nodded in agreement. "I guess you'll have to make an excuse to come and visit me." She added generously.
Steve already had one Michael J. Fox wanted to talk to him about setting up foundation for Parkinson's. The hot lighting over the pool table helped him convince Heather that it was to warm for a sweater. As her slacks followed, she pulled off his shirt and pants. Soon he knelt at the table eating her out stretched legs as Heather reclined on its smooth green velvet, her ass almost hanging off the edge with her long shapely legs hooked over his shoulders as he happily munched away.
Lying back amidst the balls she bucked her hips against his mouth that was fast making its usual magic in her blonde box. Steve's tongue was doing a disappearing act up deep inside of Heathers silken vagina, wanting to go with her to New York. Within in minutes he had procured a mini-orgasm from her out of thin air, as he tried to suck her entire cunt into his mouth hanging, on while her thighs clamped to either side of his head and her heels kicked him in the back.
Giving her a few minutes to enjoy the moment he waited for the sun to rise, then fully erect Steve climbed up between Heather's legs and made himself comfortable. He was greeted with a full passionate kiss, the kind she reserved only for him. As he hovered over his goal Heather reached down fondling his cock, guiding it to her wet open pussy. It fit like a space shuttle O-ring. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" They both moaned as his thickness slipped into her dark, moist hole. There was a wonderful feeling for both, as her soft lips stretched around his head as it slid past them, and spread out inside of her followed by the rest of his nine-inch meaty pole.
His hands quickly emptied the cups of her bra feeding his mouth with Heather's delicious tits, his face held to her breasts by her own manicured hands. What more could a man ask for as he sucked on the hardened nipples of a mature woman as they melted in his mouth. Her boobs wobbled like Jell-O as Steve gorged himself on their flesh.
Heather crossed her ankles behind his back as Steve's penis filled her to standing room only, squeezing him with her birthing vaginal muscles as he pulled back and begin to fuck her with deep penetrating strokes. The constant thrusting action caused a ripple effect through her pelvis as her cunt was pummeled from within, stretched a new with each passing blow. She shuddered under him as the sensitive lining of vagina experienced the friction of his flexible hose, the way he ground his pelvis against her clit wiggling Heathers vulva with his groin sent sparks up the base of her tailbone which exploded like great balls of fire at the base of her skull, causing her to scream obscenely loud in his ears during her climax. "Oh God, oh god, Oh GOD!!!! Argh, aaagh, aaargghhh, aaarrrgghhh, AAAAAARRRRGHH!!!"
Steve felt his spine about to give way as she attempted to crush the life out of him, fortunately it was only for a mere twenty seconds of excruciating pain as Heather spilled her love juice all over his dick. Her timing was perfect as his dam broke sending litres of semen flooding into her vagina, splashing on Heathers cervix to which his cockhead was firmly crammed up against. Balls scatter to the corners of the table three of them sinking into the plastic abyss rolling loudly down the gutters collecting at the other end.
They were both startled to hear a third moan in the dark room, looking over the two lovers saw his wife sitting in a corner chair. She had come in during their escapade and had been watching them both. Her own dress was rumpled pulled up above her waist, the front of her shirt had been opened the white bra unsnapped at the front.
Bridget sat there her eyes barely open in a classic pose with her legs hanging over the armrests of the leather chair, her panties down around one ankle. One hand was over her right breast the other mauling at her pussy. Steve could see her fingers busying themselves with her clit as she brought her self to orgasm. His wife often got off watching him pleasure other women, well some other women. She enjoyed masturbating while her husband fucked another woman in her presence, of course he also like seeing his wife with another women.
"Hello dear didn't see you come in." He smiled breathing heavily while waiting for his penis to shrink inside Heather. "That's okay you had your hands full." She responded tiredly. Heather with a freshly fucked smile plastered across her face lifted her head off the table. "Hey Bridget, how would you like to take my place on Spin City, and I'll stay here to keep Steve company." Her friend pulled a hand away from her crotch and gave her the finger. "Thanks, but your husband just did it for me." Heather was one of only six women that Bridget would let come between herself and her husband.
Rolling off her Steve lay on the table next to Heather where she crawled back to the edge of the table and proceeded to clean him, as per Bridget's rule number six if you borrow something it must cleaned before your return it.
With Heather hunched over licking her husbands penis, Bridget got up and moved behind her. Using her thumbs to spread Heather's pussy lips she began suctioning out their mixed love syrup, partly out of her own arousal for the other blond and also because she didn't want her leaking all over the carpet. Lying on his back Steve rested his hands behind his head watching with great enthusiasm, while Heather's tongue licked his penis, and in turn was happily being lapped by his loving wife.
Lifting the bag up by putting her foot through the handle Jennifer scooped in and pulled out an apple red t-shirt. It was plain except on the front it had white words printed in four lines. "I will not kiss the boys." Jennifer smiled sarcastically. "Cute really cute." Steve got up. "Feel free to wear it as much as you want." Peeling her top off over her head Jennifer pulled the shirt on, it was large enough to be comfortable without being to clingy. "Thanks I'm sure my mom will like it." She jabbed giving him a light kiss. "I got Sarah one saying I will not kiss the vampires."
There was something else in the bag to. "Hey where did you get this from?" Love said in a happier tone. Steve sat in his chair. "Leann sent a box of them over." It was a promo CD of the soundtrack of the movie Coyote Ugly. The movie wasn't due out for another six weeks. "Can we listen to it?" She begged. Jennifer was a big Karaoke fan, she was the kind of person that would sing along to the car radio, much to Steve's annoyance.
Steve shrugged, popping open the CD player on his PC. Jennifer plopped in the disc and closed the door, while Steve brought up the audio controls adjusting the volume to a respectable level. The lead song started filling the room with Leann Rime's soothing voice. "God you're getting old." His princess commented pressing the volume control up so that it rattled his fillings.
Through the miracles of modern technology Leann Rimes's soft angelic voice fill his office. He could picture her sweet smiling face as her words seduced him, remembering when she sang a duet with Trisha at his wedding not so long ago.
Under a lover's sky …
I'm gonna be with you…
And no one's gon-na be around.
He sat and watch as Love stood up on his desk rising above him, the papers went flying with a swoosh of her foot. Raising her arms over her head Jennifer drank in the music like an intoxicating elixir. A surge of pleasure starting at her feet rose up through her entire body.
If you think that you won't fall…
Well just wait un-til…
Till the sun goes down
Underneath the starlight, starlight
There's a mag-i-cal f-e-e-ling so right…
It will ste-e-al your heart to-night…
Her hips swayed in small circles above her lean supple legs, parted slightly as Jennifer rocked gently on her heels. Steve slowly reached for the mouse accessed the office, environment program. The door to his office locked, the window blinds closed and the lights grew dim. He kept his eyes on the sight of a young shapely girl slowly turning around on his desk.
You can try to re-sist
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know…
But you know, that you…
Can't fight the moonlight
Her hands move up and down her lithe form never quite touching her body. But to Steve the effect was all the same, his pulse quickened. Teasingly her hands played with the hem of her skirt fanning it about her bare thighs. With her eyes closed absorbed in the song Jennifer let herself go gyrating like an exotic dancer.
No-o-o-o you can't fight it…
It's gon-na get to your hea-rt…
Even Shadow was getting into the act leaping onto the desk and swishing his tail to the beat of the music. He watched as Love's body bucked her pelvis lewdly in all directions, as she turned around her ass wiggled in front of his face temptingly. The fragrance coming off her hair was wickedly strong. Steve's eyes followed her hands as she moved them up her thighs catching her skirt and dragging it to her hips.
He caught his breath as her white thong panties came into view the thin strip of cotton was now tightly pulled against the swollen pussy lips of Jennifer's pussy. Suddenly as it had appeared it vanished from view as her skirt dropped back down.
There's no escaping love…
Once a gentle breeze (once a gentle breeze)
Sweeps it's spell up-on your heart…
And no matter what you think
It won't be to lo-ng…
Till you're in my arms…
Underneath the starlight, starlight…
We'll be lost in the rhythm that's so right…
It will steal your heart to-night
Spinning around her arms hugging her waist Jennifer dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers running thorough her long black hair as it swung in back. He stared up at her breasts jutting out underneath the loose t-shirt, while her hips still swayed to the beat of the song.
Deep in the dark you'll surrender your heart
But you know…
But you know that you…
Can't fight the moonlight.
No-o-o…
You can't fight it…
It's gonna git to you're heart…
Jennifer stopped opening her eyes she saw Steve was looking up at her trying to catch up with his breath. Sitting down on the edge of the desk she was panting heavily, Steve reached over to his left ejecting the disc. "Well did you like it?" She asked coyly. He nodded slowly. "Oh yes it was very nice, very nice indeed."
Love fanned herself with the case, "Whew hot in here! Let's go get quick bite to eat and a drink." Love suggested hopping off his desk. Steve blinked still confused by the image of his little girl jiggling around on his desk like a first class stripper. No, no, not a stripper, a back up dancer. He could use a drink, and maybe a cigarette too.
"This time can I pick the place?" He asked. "What are you complaining about?" She objected. "Last time you said it would be nice if we could find a spot where the guys weren't constantly hitting on me." Jennifer answered defending her decision. "Yeah I did." Steve agreed. "But that's because the place you picked they were hitting on ME!" Love covered her mouth with her hand. "How could I know that was going to happen?" He looked at his young charge sternly. "Maybe because it was a known GAY restaurant?" Steve still had nightmares about it. "Geez I never thought I'd turn down a free drink." He reminisced as they left his office. "You just didn't want to feel obliged to dance." Love hinted. "Yeh first a dance, next thing you know I'm cooking him breakfast." He commented.
Lying there like a pioneer in Indian country, he heard a noise downstairs. Someone had come in the front door. "STEVE!" He let his head flop back down on the pillow. "Shit. Up here!" He shouted without the usual excitement in his voice when greeting his wife. With his car in the drive it wouldn't take a brain surgeon long to figure out where he was, so why delay the inevitable embarrassment. Besides at least she'd untie him before the girls got back. He listened as she walked up the stairs, thinking about how to put a positive spin on his predicament.
"Holy shit!!" Bridget gasped when she opened the door and saw her husband tied spread eagled to the bed wearing only what he came into the world with. "What the fuck happened to you?" She asked rooted in the doorway. Steve hesitated, "Four guys broke in here and robbed me, they tied men up naked so I couldn't follow them." Leaning against doorframe she smiled, one of these guys wouldn't be named Winona would he? Steve grinned sheepishly. "Er, maybe." He answered shyly. "How did you know?"
"I'm your wife I know everything you do, and who you do it with at all times." Bridget half turned in the doorway looking back down the hall. "Hey Jen come up here will ya!!" Steve strained his neck, "Don't let anyone else see me like this." He pleaded insanely as the footsteps came closer.
"What's …?" Jennie immediately doubled over with laughter as she came into the bedroom. Bridget joined her as Steve struggled in vain against his restraints. She knew right away what had happened, it was inevitable that Steve would get himself into a situation like this one-day, but Jen thought she'd be in on it. "I've been robbed!" He whined trying to inject some seriousness into the situation. The girls collapsed on the bed next to him enjoying the moment.
After a few minutes they calmed down long enough for Steve to name the culprits and tell them how they had tricked him. "Well it's your own fault." Jennie smiled now laying along side of him. His wife nodded in agreement. "You thought you were going to have a little orgy this afternoon, and now you're mad because it didn't happen." Jen played her finger along his chest. "See where greed got you?"
He was saved from having to answer the accusation by the ringing of his cell phone, which his wife picked up, as he hadn't been released yet. "Hello." Steve watched her like a dog sitting by the dinner table. "Oh hi Russell, this is Bridget, no I'm afraid Steve won't be able to play tonight." A silly grin crossed her normally placid face. "No something came up and he's going to be tied down for a little while."
Steve opened his mouth to object at being kept out of tonight's pot. But nary a sound escaped as pair of Victoria Secret's Bare Essential, cotton stretch panties was thrust into his yap. His eyes burned at Jennie who smiled lovingly made a, shhhing motion while pulling her dress back down over her legs. Steve just lay there sucking on the tangy gusset of Jennie's underwear, while his wife foiled his plans.
"Mmmh…Mmmgghh!" The captive audience mumbled. "I'm sure he's disappointed to, maybe next time. Bye Russell." Bridget shut the phone off and stroked the back of her fingers along his cheek. "Now where were we?" Jennie gently tugged her wet lingerie out of his mouth. "That was uncalled for, did you know Mel was playing tonight?" Bridget tilted her head. "Gibson?" Steve aired out his tongue, "No Brooks. He's funny as hell and throws his money away. I could have made ten grand off of him alone." He gave Jennie a look, "And Peter is playing tonight to."
Jennies husband often played with the boys (Not what you're thinking) he wasn't very good at poker and Steve usually took quite a bit of money from him. But it didn't matter, cause Jennie would always come around the following week and he would give it right back to her. Well sort of, they had an arrangement of sorts and Miss Garth would have to earn the money by performing special services. Steve often complained she charged too much, to which Jennie would reply she was worth it.
"So I hope you learned a lesson from all this." His wife lectured sitting on the opposite side of the bed across from the other short hair blonde. Steve nodded weakly. "Now untied me?" He pleaded. Jennies finger was tracing lazy circles around his stomach, eyeing his erection hungrily. Bridget turned her attention to the other blonde, moving closer she gave Jen a kiss on the lips a small brief peck, but it was enough to light her fire, Jennie returned her affection with a fuller more vibrant lip lock Steve's wife holding her by the back of the head whilst her tongue went in through the front.
Reaching behind her lover Bridget located the zipper on the collar of the dress, while Jennie's hands fumbled with the buttons of Bridget's blouse revealing the plain white cotton bra, which hid beneath. Steve observed the two women with the excitement of a lion smelling blood, as clothing vanished to expose more and more softly, tanned smooth flesh. This was it. This was going to be great he smiled. Finally he was going to get some action.
Two minutes later they lay partly a top him reverently lick each other's private parts, working their fingers to the bone. Steve now near crazed with lust, trying to wag his dog into the nearest Holiday Inn whenever a vacancy came his way. It was five minutes after that he realized the girls weren't going to have sex with him, but on him! He watched helplessly like a starving man chained to one end of a long table while someone else sat at the other end having a feast. Jennie's pussy was so close he could almost reach out and lick it. But for all his troubles the only thing he got was an occasional knee in the head, or a foot in his face. All the while having to lie under them as the rubbed against his bloated penis. Just the slight brushing against their under bellies was proving to be too much for him, as their moans of satisfaction echoed loudly in his ears.
Bridget was just announcing her own orgasm by way of the loudest squeal Steve had ever heard her make. When the smooth skin of her abdomen teased the tip of his prick for about the fiftieth time. Her husband unable to contain himself anymore displayed his own affection by spewing a sticky white stream of cum all over her stomach. "Eeeech!" She expressed with indignation. "Can't you control yourself just once?" Steve bowed his head in shame. "Sorry dear."
Jennie lifted her head up, "I'll get it." She giggled, pushing her partner over on to her back. Then with a devilish grin began lapping up the long spurt of white mayo from Bridget's bellybutton to her sternum. Both of them watched her as she collected the protein-laden goo, on her tongue, after which she hovered over his wife. "Wan sthome?" She mumbled. Bridget laughed and shook her head. Giving her a slight smile she swallowed his jizz, licking her tongue over her upper lip. "I see, your prefer to get yours straight from the source." Jennie suggested. Bridget gave her a playful shove, "Least I don't have to lick it up off of the floor."
Jennie lunged at Bridget. "That's it, them's fighten words." The two beauties grappled and rolled around the bed steam rolling over Bridget's husband a few times before he could get them to stop. Eventually they let go and collapsed exhausted on either side of their captive audience. After they untied him, the girls were kind enough to massage his aching limbs it was almost worth being tied up for two hours.
Once circulation was restored to his vital organs, Bridget being the slightly less blond of the two hustled off to the bathroom to soak in the tub. Jennie rolled off the bed and began picking her clothes up off the floor, which at this moment was as smart as picking up a bar of soap in the shower room of the local YMCA. Steve took advantage of her disposition and pounced on his unsuspecting victim. Bridget could hear Jennie putting up a half-hearted attempt to fend of her husband's flirtations but she knew Jennie loved him too much to really refuse.
As she flexed her toes in the hot steamy water, the moaning from the bedroom confirmed her thesis, which ended with a loud grunt from Steve as he climaxed inside her counterpart. Jennie let out a long soft moan as she endured rapture around his pulsating rod.
The water was just beginning to cool when Jennie strode into the bathroom still naked as the day she was born. Bridget looked up at her friends Johnny cum lately face, "Your husband said I should come in here and get you to clean my face off." Bridget shifted sideways in the large oval tub as Jen knelt down besides her. "Oh did he now?" She smiled moving her hand behind the younger woman's nodding head. "Close your eyes." As her eyelids dropped Bridget clutched a bundle of Jennie Garths famous honey yellow locks and plunged her victims face into the murky bath water. Jennie reached back to free herself from her tormentors grasp and push herself away from the bath.
"Phwaap, aackkk!! What are you trying to do drown me!" She coughed and sputtered.
Bridget released her. "Well you're clean now." Chuckling evilly. "And let this be a lesson to you." Jennie wiped the water from her eyes. "Don't ever come to me with my husbands cum on your face you slut." Jennie moved closer to the tub again. "You're just jealous because Steve prefers me in bed to you." That earned her a slap of water across the face. "Know what?" Bridget whispered conspiratorially. "So do I." Jennie smiled as she climbed into the bath.
End of Part 3