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10-25-2007, 03:24 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 6
By Anonymous
(celeb, mf, oral, mast, tease, violence)
Starring; Bridget Fonda, Winona Ryder, Alyssa Milano
Supporting Cast: Holly Marie Combs, Calista Flockhart, Lucy Liu
Little did he know Steve had already crossed paths with the Celebrity Hypnotist, a few weeks ago they had attended a special gathering to honor one of Hollywood's best known directors. They didn't often go to big Hollywood parties but this one was more of a wake to honor the life work of the late Stanley Kuberic. This was a large gathering put on by MGM, Universal, Sony, Paramount, and Columbia so there was a large mix of people from all over the industry.
Smiling graciously as John Travolta filled him in on his latest project Battlefield Earth Steve only hoped it wasn't going to turn into some Church of Scientology speech. John was in awe of Steve's own military career and trying to get that, "What is it like to be in combat like feeling." from the double Congressional Medal of Honor holder. John wanted him to be one of the military advisors for picture, which was due to begin production in six weeks.
This meant days teaching actors to walk and talk like soldiers, hanging around the set watching them play out fake battles. Steve wasn't really interested the whole thing seemed like an infomercial for Ron L. Hubbard.
Besides Steve had already accepted a short cameo role in Russell Crowe's movie Gladiator. Meg had introduced the two and Russell admired Steve's top physical condition, in a manly sort of way. So he had Steve cast as one of his opponents in the arena, for his part all Steve had to do was stand there while Maximus ran him through with a sword the whole scene lasted a minute. Steve would be wearing a full-face visor to protect his anonymity. It was a fun harmless way for Steve to get to know more about movies, and mingle with people in the business. Bridget grimaced when she saw the final cut. Winona and the others criticized him for being overly dramatic.
On the day of the shooting he was standing around waiting which was what people seemed to do the most of on film sets. He was practicing the one swing he'd get at the hero before being filleted.
On the set a junior producer was talking to the director about the current scene in the Emperors chamber. The young inexperienced producer thought the scene needed a couple of more hand maidens, which was a problem since most of the extras had gone home already, as the director pointed out annoyed that his work was being interrupted by a novice even though he was the studio President's nephew.
"Well what about those two women over there?" He suggested gesturing to a blonde and a brunette sitting on a couch by the catering table. "I mean they're not great looking but they could pass with a bit of makeup, and they'll probably get a thrill out of being in a movie.
The director looked over to where the annoying protégé was pointing and shrugged, "Okay why don't you go over and ask them." The young lad trotted across the stage as other workers who upon overhearing the heated discussion watched. "What is he doing?"
The set dresser asked, moving next to the director. "Making an ass of himself."
The others on the set watch the young man as he spoke the to women, who agreed then he asked their names. He turned purplish red and left the building with his tail between his legs as the others giggled at him.
"Hey honey, what did that guy want?" Steve asked his wife. She was still laughing to hard to answer. Winona looked up at him, "He wanted to know if we wanted to be extras. I told him he'd have to talk to my agent." She waved at the director who had set him up, the man waved back and called for quite on the set. Bridget looked at Steve in his costume. "Nice skirt."
He could see them down in the lower living room of the split-level house. It always happened like this, the girls could ever rarely all get together at the same time anymore, so when they were at a gathering like this usually at some point in the evening they would find one another and congregate in a corner somewhere to catch up on stuff. Steve mostly avoided being in on it. Shifting his gaze around the room he spotted Lisa Kudrow talking to Drew Carey and David E. Kelly. He thought the tall busty blonde had been looking his way, or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
He smiled watching Charisma who was stumbling around like she had a bit too much to drink. Who said she couldn't act. There were only two to ways of getting men to relax and talk about things they shouldn't, both involved booze. Get them to think they were going to get you into bed, and make them think you were drunk. In each case they opened up like Catholics in confessionals.
There were rumors about a group of celebrities involved in illegal activities. No doubt someone here knew something about it. Steve had asked Charisma and a few lesser-known actresses to go fishing tonight, but not to be obvious, all they had to do was smile, act dumb, and keep their ears open.
John had finished his pitch and gave the "Man of Steel" as some people called Steve his cell number. He had this way of looking right through you sometimes as if he had x-ray vision. Those who found themselves in the path of such gaze said it was down right eerie. He got the nickname after punching out Alyssa Milanos ex-fiancée a couple of years back.
Steve turned away almost bumping into Calista Flockhart, she was bacheloretting it tonight with fellow co-star Lucy Liu. It was hard to believe these two couldn't get dates, or maybe they were each other's dates Steve envisioned for a moment, as Calista threw her arms around him. Lately he was beginning to think all actresses in LA were closet lesbians. Lucy gave him a more restrained hug. He had come to know both women in friendly terms through Courtney Thorne-Smith. Steve had found her quietly reserved, well disciplined with just a touch of cute perkyness in her. Of course you it helped when you were making over $500,000 per episode. (No that's not an extra zero in there)
Both Calista and Lucy where quite the flirtatious types, dangerous even. Once in crowded elevator he was standing behind Bridget and Calista. It stopped at a floor where more people got in Steve was pushed to the back wall standing behind slightly and between the two women. As the floors blinked by he suddenly felt warmth spread through his loins caused by the hand groping them. It was timid at first then gripping him with more certainty as his, body responded firmly to her massage. The long slender fingers squeezing him pulling slightly at his protuberance seemingly weighing the goods, her nails dug deeper into his pants as searching for the extent of his manhood. He smiled inwardly at his wife's friskiness tonight she was certainly being daring.
Steve placed his left hand on her shoulder, without turning or speaking she placed her own right hand on top of his lacing their fingers together. Steve relaxed still enjoying the gentle pulses of her manipulations as she talked to Calista. Through the waves of pleasure radiating from his groin he had a revelation, if that was Bridget's right hand? Then? Oh! My! God! He did dare look down as he was being molested. He glanced sideways at the portly, balding man besides him, no. Since he was in a corner with only his wife, and Calista Flockhart with in arms reach. He stared at the back of Calista's blonde head.
"Ding!" This where they got off the hand that had taken advantage of him let go as people moved forward to get off. Steve just stood there for a second. His wife halfway out of the elevator looked back, "Coming Dear?" He gulped and nodded. Outside in the hall he couldn't bare to look Calista in the eye as the two women stood there finishing their conversation.
They gave each other a parting friendly kiss, it was something he had watch his wife do hundreds of times with friends, lovers, and relatives. But it was the way their hands touched, and suddenly it dawned on him like the morning sun. He wanted to slap his forehead right then and there. Steve had always assumed that Winona was Bridget's only female partner, surely there must have been others, but who and how many? The possibilities where tantalizing he'd have to start a private investigation of his own. Calista said goodbye and waved her hand wiggling her fingers as she walked away. Bridget nudged him out of his fantasy stupor, "What's with you tonight?" He broke his stare and just shrugged.
Lucy was no less shy when it came to flirting, as Steve has discovered when he dropped in on the set of Payback. He was there too see Mel Gibson but back where the dressing rooms were he bumped into Lucy, and the two had stopped to have a friendly chat to catch up on things. He found Lucy couldn't have been friendlier as she was wearing her costume for the movie, which was a leather bondage bra with matching panties and boots all black. In this movie she played the role of a dominatrix, and quite well I might add.
As the two conversed in the hallway a crew of stagehands came down the hall, they were moving furniture back to the warehouse. "Comin thru!" The first one called out. Steve was already standing against the wall Lucy stepped a little closer to him as she continued talking. Steve pressed himself flat against the wall looking down at her diminutive figure trying not to stare at her firm handful of tits. More and more men came by carrying everything but the kitchen sink. Lucy was forced to move closer to Steve with each passerby until she was literally squished up against him as two men carrying a sofa pushed their way through. By this time she just about had her arms around his neck and was looking directly up into his dark foreboding eyes. He could actually feel her heart thumping though her chest.
Steve was trying his hardest to hide his feelings for her, which Lucy could sense were becoming quite strong, as she could feel his pulse. "I'd ask if that was a gun in your pocket, but I know you don't carry one. So you must be glad to see me." The dark beauty smiled as she now rubbed her body against him. "If you say so." He admonished weakly. Lucy winked at him and stepped back as the last man went by carrying a stainless steel kitchen sink. "Next time you feel like a little Chinese give me a call. Chow Baby." Steve cooled his jets watching her walk away his gaze fixated on the thong nestled between her tight butt cheeks. He had for a moment considered telling his wife but she'd never believe him.
He and Calista had been at the wedding of Courtney-Thorne Smith. Calista wondered if Steve ever recalled what had happened between them in the hotel room after Courtney's wedding reception. Steve's wife didn't attend due to the babies and as usual Steve was taking advantage of the free bar. As the night wore on Calista and Lucy kept a close eye on Bridget's husband as she had asked, when it appeared he was getting borderline comatose they escorted him up to his room. Once inside they let him flop down on to the bed blissfully unaware of the world around him.
Lucy got a bowl and some towels from the washroom when Calista rolled him over and noticed a sizable tent in his pants. Steve wasn't the only one who had a lot to drink that night, and a peek turned into a touch, which in turn became a dare. Calista accepted the challenge only if Lucy would do the same.
To this day Steve has these weird dreams of being in the sack with both of them. Seeing Calista's blonde mane flying about her shoulders as she straddles him, splitting pubic hairs with his beaver cleaver, her small flat chest crowned by her pink hard nipples. Or Lucy's superb oriental features smiling in ecstasy as she bucks on his pelvis feeling his erection ripping new holes inside her, then looking down himself in a dream like trance as they both clean his pipe with long generous laps of their soft pliable tongues. He prayed he didn't talk too much in his sleep.
"Steve seems to be enjoying himself." Sarah remarked. "Heather and Bridget looked over to where them man of their dreams was telling Chevy Chase about his fishing trip off the Carolina's last year holding his hands about five feet apart. "Every time he tells that story the fish gets bigger and bigger." Heather mused. "You know he was nothing when we found him, now look at him." Bridget said proudly. "You know, I think we've created a monster." Jennifer implied.
The two men shook hands and parted, on his way to the stairs Steve had to brush between Ashley Judd, and Charlize Theron. He knew both on a casual basis but not much beyond saying hello. He badly wanted Ashley in his company, Charlize was already a member of his company she was one of the first to sign up still smarting from the re-release of some old Playboy nudes she did years ago. Steve was currently working a deal on her behalf to purchase the rights of those photos from Playboy.
Steve had met Huge Hefner at one of the infamous Playboy pajama parties, he was chaperoned by Shannen, who on orders from the gang watched him like a hawk. That night he secured not only Huge as a client but also a few of the more famous centerfolds.
"The only thing those pumped up bimbos need protection from is you." Alyssa accused.
Huge even enquired about lining up one or two of Steve's harem for a photo-shoot, in particular he wanted to know if Alyssa, and Sarah would be interested in being centerfolds. Steve mused that while Alyssa would probably do for free, it would be unlikely while her mother was still alive, and of Sarah he just said she wasn't ready to do nude work yet. Without adding, "Not while HE was alive."
The master actually had a vision of an entire edition devoted to Steve's little group. But Steve convinced him it would be impossible. "After all who would get the centerfold?"
Huge nodded in acceptance, "Well how about Miss Ryder, I could offer seven figures for a six page spread." Steve paused to think it over. "Nah she'd never do it." Hugh put his arm around him in a fatherly manner. "Doesn't hurt to ask." Winona's response was that she hadn't worked her (unprintable) ass off to become the actress she was just to (unprintable) pose in a (unprintable) magazine.
Nor was he about to let his wife know that Hugh had offered a hundred thousand dollars for Bridget to pose, out of fear she would actually accept. She probably would too, just to see him try and buy up all the copies.
"Excuse me ladies." He smiled as he walked between them unable to avoid sweeping against their breasts in the process. "Sorry." He mumbled feeling Charlize's soft warm peaks brush across his chest, he swore Ashley was pressing herself unnecessarily hard against his back. "Hi Steve, having a good time?" Charlize smiled. He was almost by them when he distinctly felt a not too subtle hand caress his buttocks while another grabbed at his crotch. He looked back in surprise as the two women went on talking as if neither of them had done the slightest thing wrong. "Did they just?" He asked himself. "No they couldn't have, it must have been his imagination."
Shaking his head from the strange encounter he started downstairs almost immediately he noticed a guy haphazardly poised near the bottom, his attention was clearly focused on the girls. Approaching the man from behind Steve raised his hand to guard against any abrupt movements on the narrow staircase. He was about to brush past him when the obtuse man suddenly turned not looking where he was going.
Then Murphy's Law went into effect, "Hey!" Steve cried with alarm as his 1934 Ch*teau splashed all over the other guy's shirt making a dark red stain shaped like the state of Michigan. "Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going." The watcher replied. "That's right you should have." Steve thought to himself, but courtesy prevailed, and he responded with tacit. "No, no, my fault," He replied, "Sorry about the shirt, it looks expensive." Steve apologized as a matter of politeness. "Oh no, just an old casual thing,"
Was that a lie he detected in the man's voice as he tried to figure out who he was? "I was heading to the bathroom anyway, I'll clean it up there." He remarked looking at the shirt his mother had bought for him. Steve looked over to see if the girls were still in a group, not really paying attention to the other mans tone of sarcasm. "Yeah, whatever," He replied off handedly "Say, you're Bridget Fonda's new husband, aren't you?" The actor asked. "Hmmm? Yeah, Steve, pleased to meet you," He said, shaking his hand, which the TV actor rudely forgot offer.
"Here we go again." Steve thought. It was one of his pet peeves that people referred him as "Bridget Fonda's husband." A couple of years ago he was nobody known only to his co-workers, family and ******ors as Mr. Steve Colt. Now he was rich, living with the famous, and known not a Mr. Steve Colt but "Bridget Fonda's husband."
He discovered his new identity shortly after they were married the first time he tried to make dinner reservations only to find the restaurant was fully booked. Only after revealing his relationship to his wife did a cancellation magically occur, and a table had become available. It was nice to know the family name still had clout in this town.
Unfortunately upon arriving at the prestigious eatery five minutes ahead of his wife. He discovered his reservation had been misplaced. Steve was almost ready to flambé the Host when Bridget came through the door looking simply enchanting, capturing the attention of both men. Before Steve could explain to her how the restaurant messed up their reservation the Host greeted her and announced her table was ready. Steve was flabbergasted, "But you said there was no reservation."
The man clamped his forehead, "Mon due! Mousier Colt, I'm sorry I didn't realize you were that Mr. Colt. Your table is right here under Mrs. B. Fonda plus one. His wife gave him a sympathetic smile as her arm looped though his. It was worst than he thought now he was, a plus one. To make up for the damaged ego, the restaurant manager apologized and offered them complementary desserts.
He was to be surprised when the waiter marked on the bill the amount for an entire cherry chocolate cheesecake. "Maurice, you've made a mistake. This amount is for the entire cake." He admonished his underling. "But Sir, Madam Fonda she ate ten pieces her husband had two they ate the whole thing."
The Maître d' slapped his head after voiding the charge for the dessert, "How could I have forgotten, Mrs. Fonda she is pregnant." Steve sat coaching his brandy as his wife devoured almost an entire cheesecake by herself, worried that at any moment she would hurl it back up all over the table. "I'm eating for three now remember." She mumbled shoveling another hunk into her face. They were also treated to a tour of the kitchen. The chef was delighted when he found out Steve was an avid amateur cook, and for a moment Bridget feared she'd be taking a cab home.
Gesturing with his now empty glass Steve remembered who the actor was. "You've got that show, right?" He had a long running sitcom on network, Heather had told him word was, that Aaron was probably going to axe that show next season. It had long run out of juice and the writers had resorted to stealing plots from the newspaper stories. "Yeah, that show," The man smiled seemingly confident but saying little else.
Steve was annoyed with the man's apparent inability to carry a conversation, probably due to being neglected as a child, and having to play with imaginary friends. "Anyway, I'm gonna go clean this shirt you messed up." Before he could turn back to rebuff him the typecast actor had turned to carry on up the stairs. "Putz." Steve murmured for his own satisfaction.
Bridget arrived next to him with a fresh glass of champagne, watched her husband observing the figure disappearing up stairs. "Something wrong?" she asked him. "Hmmm? No dear." Steve replied, "Just something about that guy, a bad vibe, I don't know, nothing I guess." He turned and made his way back with her to talk with the others, making a mental note to have the Agency run a check on the mystery actor. He relaxed and smiled at the girls who were delighted at his presence.
Kevin Spacey had watched the brief exchange from across the room wondering what had passed between the two men. He wondered who Steven Colt really was, and what was the truth behind his relationship with all those women. He had a past that seemed more mysterious than the dark side of the moon. What neither Kevin, or Steve had noticed, was Tom Cruise watching all of them from upstairs, "There you are Dear, is everything okay?" Nicole asked as she joined him. Tom turned his head. His wife looked down into the living room seeing Bridget and Steve walk away.
Sitting in the kitchen Steve played tug of war with the dogs while Alyssa and Holly prepared the last items for tonight. Holly was mixing the chocolate fudge batter and Alyssa was opening a large can of tomato juice. Steve had already seen what was in the fridge and it was scary, the amount of sugar and alcohol could be lethal.
The girls were having an exorcism tonight, with Jennie, Sarah, Love, Shannen, Courtney, Jamie Luner, Winona, Reese, Claire, Charisma, Alyson and Natalie. The girls had six flavors of Hagen Daas ice cream, Black Forest cake, Butternut Almond Cheesecake, a Fruit Torte, and fudge. In addition to which they had Mellon Balls, Daiquiris, Tequila, and Bloody Marys. Holly gave him a dirty look when he asked what all the cucumbers were for? Alyssa had already snagged the necessary items for the ceremony, a photograph of her Ex-husband, lock of his hair, love letters, and a pair of jockey shorts.
He was almost tempted to stick around tonight, if he played his cards right he could end up being the envy of every heterosexual man in the country. Of course the downside was that he wouldn't live very long when his wife found out. That was if he lived through it at all. "He..he…hee!" Considering the amount of alcohol on hand by midnight they could be his willing sex toys, or at least passed out sex toys. But then there was all that chocolate, the very thought of Alyssa and his girls packing on an extra ten pounds made him queasy.
However the combination of the two substances would probably have adverse effects on them, and the mood the ladies would be in regarding the opposite sex of any species, would be ugly to say the least. They would be spewing forth venomous volumes of stories, every guy that said he'd call but didn't, every guy who copped a feel, every sleaze agent they had to blow, every butt fuck and all the semen they had to slurp. All those sports weekends, poker nights, and power tools. Missed anniversary, every pair of panties found under the bed. Not even Steve's sainted image could withstand that kind of onslaught of ages.
The girls would dissect him like a frog in tenth grade biology class. They might well be in the mood to slice him open just to prove that men were heartless pigs, and roast him over an open fire. By the end of the night there'd be nothing left but small pile of ashes in a dessert dish. That was after slicing off his Ding-Dongs, and auctioning them off the highest bidder to have made into earrings. Nah Steve would be safer in his own home with his loving wife and children.
As Alyssa was carrying the jug of tomato juice to the fridge Steve tossed the cloth bone her way, Hugo jumped for the toy knocking her arms, Juice splashed all over her top spilling onto the floor luckily she hadn't dropped the container. "Hey! Hugo watch it!" She put what was left about a third of the juice away. Then shooed the dogs outside, and almost Steve with them. Holly and Steve quickly mopped up the pools on the floor. "God I'm soaked." She moaned. Steve looked up just in time to see Alyssa reach down and peel her wet top up over her head. Even the presence of her white sports bra was not enough to protect her from his lusty gaze. They hadn't spent any real time together in over a year, and almost none of it alone.
Holly, realized only she was still wiping up the slop, stopped and looked over at Steve who if he hadn't been on his knees already would have fallen to them. "Hey you get back to work." She growled like a shop superintendent. About to pull off her soiled bra, Alyssa looked down upon his somber gaze, a slow tiny smile formed on her lips. If it wasn't for Holly's presence Steve would have wrestled Alyssa to the kitchen floor and like a Florida alligator and forgotten his marriage vows. Alyssa was captivated by his deep brooding eyes, if Holly had not been there she would have wrestled him to her kitchen floor like a Louisiana crocodile and made him forget his marriage vows.
Alyssa she saw the embers that burned in his heart for her were still as hot as those that glowed within her own hearth. It was a great comfort to Alyssa that he loved her still. "Alyssa." He said in a voice filled with anguish. "Please, for the love of God, d-don't t-take off that bra." Her smile grew in to a full-fledged grin, Steve hadn't seen too much of her breasts lately and at this distance it could be fatal. She stared into his eyes and teasingly pulled at the straps of her bra, listening to him whimper like a house bound dog. "That's enough." Holly reprimanded. "You get out of here, before I have an even bigger mess to clean up." She watched as her best friend bounced out of the kitchen like a schoolgirl. Steve looked longingly after her. Holly gave him a punch in the arm. "Owww!" He came back to life looking at her. "Get a grip Steve." She chided.
The last time Steve had seen her naked was at a photo shoot for a magazine. It was a pet peeve of his that Alyssa would go to these shoots and change clothes in front of the crew, not bothering to make use of the perfectly good change rooms that were provided. Steve attended one once and spent the entire time drinking ice water. It bothered him that she was completely comfortable being naked in front of totally lucky strangers.
He finished helping Holly wipe up the spill and threw the cloth in the sink. As he rinsed the juice out of them under the warm water he was mildly surprised by a pair of arms encircling his waist. "You really do care about her don't you?" Holly's breasts felt sooo good pressed against his back. "I mean about her happiness." Steve turned around in her embrace. "She deserves better, better than him, better than me." Sucking in a deep breath he put his hands on her hips. "Truth be known it scares me to death, that it could have been me getting a divorce from Alyssa."
Holly cuddled in closer, "Nah you and two would have lasted much longer than nine months." Steve looked wearily, "Yes then there would have been a child." Holly craned her neck up at him. "Nope, children, plural." She corrected him. "Besides Alyssa loves you too much to ever let you go. She told me so." Steve's mouth opened in surprise. "Really, she said that?" Holly nodded mischievously. "Yeah, let's just say you'd have an unfortunate, untimely accident. " Steve pulled at the collar of his shirt. "Oh but don't worry, you'd have a very nice funeral with all that insurance money."
That made him relax with a small laugh. "Remember I want to be cremated and have my ashes interned at the Forest Hill Mausoleum with all the other celebrities." Holly patted him on the behind. "Oh I think Bridget plans to keep your ashes a bit closer to home than that." Steve was intrigued. "You mean like on the mantle over the fireplace?" He suggested. "Holly smiled showing her gleaming white teeth. "Nope, more like in the fireplace." Her part-time lover mimicked a smile. "Okay I deserved that one."
The young pretty actress gleamed at him. "The truth is Alyssa's lucky to have you, so am I." Steve pulled Holly in closer. "Thanks, but I don't deserve it." He leaned swooped down kissing her firmly on the lips. Opening her mouth she took him inside, his hot breath warming her tongue. "That reminds me." She exclaimed pulling away. "It's been a while since you paid any attention to me!"
It had been a few months since he had been with her. "Maybe I can squeeze you in next week, or right now if you prefer?" He said lewdly groping her breast with one hand, while the other cupped her shapely buttock tugging at the zipper down the back of her pants. Holly ordered poking him with her fingers. "You behave, that's the last thing Alyssa needs see today." Steve had only once had the pleasure of all three Halliwell sisters at the same time. It was a night the three good witches were very bad.
"You may as well use him while you can Holly." Abruptly the two separated at hearing Alyssa's voice. "I mean it." She grinned at catching them. "Once I get myself together, I gonna come looking for you Colt." She walked up to him like Lauren Bacall up to Humphrey Bogart. "And when I find you, I'm going to use you like a TV remote on a sports weekend." Steve for the first time in since he knew Alyssa backed away from her, she suddenly looked very dangerous. "And when I'm finished. You'll be luck if you can crawl let alone walk."
Steve was now quaking in his loafers, "Help, Holly help..." He croaked. Alyssa's sexual appetite was something to be feared by any man sane or not. Steve feared being the focus of that energy like a rebel planet in the same system as the Imperial Death Star. He was glad to have Holly and the others around.
The Guardian defiantly slid her body between the two super magnets. It was hot in there, with no room to spare. Steve was behind her, she could feel his hardness prodding her ass, and Alyssa was directly in front of her. Holly could actually feel the heat coming of Alyssa's tits as their breasts gently brushing against one another. She felt like she was serving as a conduit for the super conducted energy that connected them as their hands ran up the sides of her body.
"Em guys maybe we should talk about this, like in a cold shower." Holly warned nervously, feeling as if she was about to be crushed like a grape in a wine press. Wordlessly Alyssa pulled her friend towards the kitchen table. "Come on you two this isn't the time." She pleaded as Alyssa pulled her top up over her head muffling her protests. "Shit guys they're going to hang me for this." He ignored her as his hand pulled the zipper slowly down the back of her pants. "Ooooh I knew I should have worn jeans today." She whined as her white panty clad buttocks came into view.
Surrendering to their whim Holly pulled off Alyssa's tank top and shorts. Steve was left to rid himself of his own clothes, which he did with great speed and enthusiasm. Watching eagerly as the to girls undressed each other before his very eyes. He almost gave out an excited cry when Holly pulled of Alyssa's bra then tugged her black cotton Hanes panties down her legs.
Alyssa turned her co-star around exposing her full nakedness to Steve. Holly smiled devilishly, she had long gotten used to him seeing her like this. She rubbed her neck against Alyssa's hand as it caressed her shoulder, letting out a soft breath as he kissed her pulling the small women to him. Alyssa pressed herself against her friends back reaching around to touch both of them. As he released young women Alyssa pulled her down to the floor holding Holly in her lap.
With the skill of rattlesnake snatching a mouse Holly's lips engulfed his erection pulling him into her moist willing mouth. Steve let out a gasp as her hand came up stroked the rest of his pipe towards her. Alyssa though envious of Holly continued to watch as her lovers engaged in oral copulation. "That's it Holly, suck his cock really good!" She egged moving one hand from Holly's tit to her snatch letting her fingers release the wetness that lay there in. Alyssa was gently fondled her own sex, but far from neglected Holly reached back and sought out her lovers flower.
Looking deep into Alyssa's eyes as she licked Holly's ear made Steve want to shove his length down holly's throat and pee sperm. For her part Holly was doing double duty as six inches of cock slid in and out of her mouth while her two fingers delved into soft wet female opening. She had the power to make either of them cum anytime she wished. Holly's pliable tongue had quickly completed his erection, as her fingers were teasing Lyssa's clit to come out and play.
As she sensed him ready Holly pulled back letting his thick stiff member slip from between her talented lips. Steve and pulled her up bringing Alyssa with her. Shifting places they moved around on the floor Alyssa lay down pulling Holly on top of her in a classic six-nine position. Steve pulled Holly back up a bit leaving her on her knees bent over her pillow mate. Holly's face now inches from Alyssa's glistening wet pussy. Alyssa was looking up from between Holly's thighs at Steve's pole as it brushed the outer labia of her friend's vulva.
With careful timing Alyssa grabbed the back of Holly's head coxing her lips to her moist snatch as Steve's cock head penetrated Holly from the other end. The sound of three people gasping sharply could be heard simultaneously. Holly's practiced mouth ate away at Alyssa's gaping cunt, as Steve's rod was steadily crammed into the confines of her expanding cunt. Holly had not had much experience in this way before meeting Steve, and he was by far the largest man she had ever taken. She often found herself panting heavily as his last two inches pressed inside her small tight cunt hole.
Holly's tongue slipped from her lovers slick warm pussy lips as Steve hit bottom. "Uuuuuuh!" He pulled back, listening to her let out a long low moan. "Ouuuuu!" Then gripped her hips as he steadily rammed himself back inside the steel grip of her vagina. Alyssa was responding equally well to Holly's mouth on her cunt lips, her velvety insides giving way to the soft massages. "Ouughh, right there Baby." Alyssa's hands creatively arousing the other girl's breasts into small pyramids with stone hard nipples hotter than the sands of Egypt. While Holly's fingers lazily tickled the backs of Alyssa's thighs making her twitch. Steve looked down upon her serene expressions as Alyssa was imbued with an orgasm. "UUUUUUGGGGHH!" She managed to scream out as her dogs looked on from outside the sliding glass door.
Within seconds Holly responded to the mating call as Steve drove her like a racehorse to the finish line. She pushed back eagerly onto his nine inches of heaven. With half closed eyes Alyssa watched from below as two of the things she loved most in the world came together. Deftly she stuck out her tongue trying to graze his forbidden fruit. His hands yanked Holly's hips back onto him with ever quickening thrusts, creating a steady drip of fluids which Alyssa collected in her open mouth below her girlfriends pussy, his own cum gushing into the tight chamber exploding against her cervix like an open hydrant. "UH...UHH…AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!"
Lyssa looked up to see him in the final throes of cumming inside of her lover. Steve froze for a moment then continued to stoke his still hard cock into her before it went limp. Breathing heavily he pushed Holly off of himself, the girl collapsing on top of Alyssa. As the two parted his penis plopped out her relaxed fit smacking Alyssa on the lips. Instinctively she snapped at it catching the head in her mouth, taking a long hard pull absorbing their juices off with her tongue. She watched gleefully as his mouth dropped open making a silent moan. He reached down to her face his fingertips stroking her cheek as Alyssa pulled another two inches of cock into her mouth squeezing him gently between her lips. Then she spit his cock out of her mouth blowing him a kiss. Holly was ignorant of what was going on behind her back, still trying to catch her breath.
Steve dropped into a chair by the table. Hungry for the taste of more semen Alyssa attacked her lovers gaping hole lapping at the white creamy juices that dripped from within. Holly bucked with pleasure feeling a long soft tongue worming its way in and out of her sensitive pussy paving the way for a series of short sharp mini quakes. Having almost forgotten how good Steve tasted Alyssa vacuumed Holly's insides till she was bone dry.
As the two girls lay there coming down from their sexually induced high, Alyssa slapped her partner on the ass letting her know it was time to get off. Holly rolled over and sat on the table. The three just grinned and giggled. "Gawd I feel like a giant sex toy." Holly blushed. "Well I'd play with you anytime." Steve stretched putting his hands behind his head.
Alyssa swung her legs over the side and jumped down. "Come on Holly let's get a shower." Holly got up and they gathered their clothes. Steve collected his shirt and pants intending to join them. Alyssa just waved him off, "You can use the guest bathroom Steve." Pulling a face he slowed his ascent up the staircase as they hurried on ahead.
End of Part 6
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"It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing." - Billy Joel
SHOWTIME - A Year In The Life Part 6
By Anonymous
(celeb, mf, oral, mast, tease, violence)
Starring; Bridget Fonda, Winona Ryder, Alyssa Milano
Supporting Cast: Holly Marie Combs, Calista Flockhart, Lucy Liu
Little did he know Steve had already crossed paths with the Celebrity Hypnotist, a few weeks ago they had attended a special gathering to honor one of Hollywood's best known directors. They didn't often go to big Hollywood parties but this one was more of a wake to honor the life work of the late Stanley Kuberic. This was a large gathering put on by MGM, Universal, Sony, Paramount, and Columbia so there was a large mix of people from all over the industry.
Smiling graciously as John Travolta filled him in on his latest project Battlefield Earth Steve only hoped it wasn't going to turn into some Church of Scientology speech. John was in awe of Steve's own military career and trying to get that, "What is it like to be in combat like feeling." from the double Congressional Medal of Honor holder. John wanted him to be one of the military advisors for picture, which was due to begin production in six weeks.
This meant days teaching actors to walk and talk like soldiers, hanging around the set watching them play out fake battles. Steve wasn't really interested the whole thing seemed like an infomercial for Ron L. Hubbard.
Besides Steve had already accepted a short cameo role in Russell Crowe's movie Gladiator. Meg had introduced the two and Russell admired Steve's top physical condition, in a manly sort of way. So he had Steve cast as one of his opponents in the arena, for his part all Steve had to do was stand there while Maximus ran him through with a sword the whole scene lasted a minute. Steve would be wearing a full-face visor to protect his anonymity. It was a fun harmless way for Steve to get to know more about movies, and mingle with people in the business. Bridget grimaced when she saw the final cut. Winona and the others criticized him for being overly dramatic.
On the day of the shooting he was standing around waiting which was what people seemed to do the most of on film sets. He was practicing the one swing he'd get at the hero before being filleted.
On the set a junior producer was talking to the director about the current scene in the Emperors chamber. The young inexperienced producer thought the scene needed a couple of more hand maidens, which was a problem since most of the extras had gone home already, as the director pointed out annoyed that his work was being interrupted by a novice even though he was the studio President's nephew.
"Well what about those two women over there?" He suggested gesturing to a blonde and a brunette sitting on a couch by the catering table. "I mean they're not great looking but they could pass with a bit of makeup, and they'll probably get a thrill out of being in a movie.
The director looked over to where the annoying protégé was pointing and shrugged, "Okay why don't you go over and ask them." The young lad trotted across the stage as other workers who upon overhearing the heated discussion watched. "What is he doing?"
The set dresser asked, moving next to the director. "Making an ass of himself."
The others on the set watch the young man as he spoke the to women, who agreed then he asked their names. He turned purplish red and left the building with his tail between his legs as the others giggled at him.
"Hey honey, what did that guy want?" Steve asked his wife. She was still laughing to hard to answer. Winona looked up at him, "He wanted to know if we wanted to be extras. I told him he'd have to talk to my agent." She waved at the director who had set him up, the man waved back and called for quite on the set. Bridget looked at Steve in his costume. "Nice skirt."
He could see them down in the lower living room of the split-level house. It always happened like this, the girls could ever rarely all get together at the same time anymore, so when they were at a gathering like this usually at some point in the evening they would find one another and congregate in a corner somewhere to catch up on stuff. Steve mostly avoided being in on it. Shifting his gaze around the room he spotted Lisa Kudrow talking to Drew Carey and David E. Kelly. He thought the tall busty blonde had been looking his way, or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
He smiled watching Charisma who was stumbling around like she had a bit too much to drink. Who said she couldn't act. There were only two to ways of getting men to relax and talk about things they shouldn't, both involved booze. Get them to think they were going to get you into bed, and make them think you were drunk. In each case they opened up like Catholics in confessionals.
There were rumors about a group of celebrities involved in illegal activities. No doubt someone here knew something about it. Steve had asked Charisma and a few lesser-known actresses to go fishing tonight, but not to be obvious, all they had to do was smile, act dumb, and keep their ears open.
John had finished his pitch and gave the "Man of Steel" as some people called Steve his cell number. He had this way of looking right through you sometimes as if he had x-ray vision. Those who found themselves in the path of such gaze said it was down right eerie. He got the nickname after punching out Alyssa Milanos ex-fiancée a couple of years back.
Steve turned away almost bumping into Calista Flockhart, she was bacheloretting it tonight with fellow co-star Lucy Liu. It was hard to believe these two couldn't get dates, or maybe they were each other's dates Steve envisioned for a moment, as Calista threw her arms around him. Lately he was beginning to think all actresses in LA were closet lesbians. Lucy gave him a more restrained hug. He had come to know both women in friendly terms through Courtney Thorne-Smith. Steve had found her quietly reserved, well disciplined with just a touch of cute perkyness in her. Of course you it helped when you were making over $500,000 per episode. (No that's not an extra zero in there)
Both Calista and Lucy where quite the flirtatious types, dangerous even. Once in crowded elevator he was standing behind Bridget and Calista. It stopped at a floor where more people got in Steve was pushed to the back wall standing behind slightly and between the two women. As the floors blinked by he suddenly felt warmth spread through his loins caused by the hand groping them. It was timid at first then gripping him with more certainty as his, body responded firmly to her massage. The long slender fingers squeezing him pulling slightly at his protuberance seemingly weighing the goods, her nails dug deeper into his pants as searching for the extent of his manhood. He smiled inwardly at his wife's friskiness tonight she was certainly being daring.
Steve placed his left hand on her shoulder, without turning or speaking she placed her own right hand on top of his lacing their fingers together. Steve relaxed still enjoying the gentle pulses of her manipulations as she talked to Calista. Through the waves of pleasure radiating from his groin he had a revelation, if that was Bridget's right hand? Then? Oh! My! God! He did dare look down as he was being molested. He glanced sideways at the portly, balding man besides him, no. Since he was in a corner with only his wife, and Calista Flockhart with in arms reach. He stared at the back of Calista's blonde head.
"Ding!" This where they got off the hand that had taken advantage of him let go as people moved forward to get off. Steve just stood there for a second. His wife halfway out of the elevator looked back, "Coming Dear?" He gulped and nodded. Outside in the hall he couldn't bare to look Calista in the eye as the two women stood there finishing their conversation.
They gave each other a parting friendly kiss, it was something he had watch his wife do hundreds of times with friends, lovers, and relatives. But it was the way their hands touched, and suddenly it dawned on him like the morning sun. He wanted to slap his forehead right then and there. Steve had always assumed that Winona was Bridget's only female partner, surely there must have been others, but who and how many? The possibilities where tantalizing he'd have to start a private investigation of his own. Calista said goodbye and waved her hand wiggling her fingers as she walked away. Bridget nudged him out of his fantasy stupor, "What's with you tonight?" He broke his stare and just shrugged.
Lucy was no less shy when it came to flirting, as Steve has discovered when he dropped in on the set of Payback. He was there too see Mel Gibson but back where the dressing rooms were he bumped into Lucy, and the two had stopped to have a friendly chat to catch up on things. He found Lucy couldn't have been friendlier as she was wearing her costume for the movie, which was a leather bondage bra with matching panties and boots all black. In this movie she played the role of a dominatrix, and quite well I might add.
As the two conversed in the hallway a crew of stagehands came down the hall, they were moving furniture back to the warehouse. "Comin thru!" The first one called out. Steve was already standing against the wall Lucy stepped a little closer to him as she continued talking. Steve pressed himself flat against the wall looking down at her diminutive figure trying not to stare at her firm handful of tits. More and more men came by carrying everything but the kitchen sink. Lucy was forced to move closer to Steve with each passerby until she was literally squished up against him as two men carrying a sofa pushed their way through. By this time she just about had her arms around his neck and was looking directly up into his dark foreboding eyes. He could actually feel her heart thumping though her chest.
Steve was trying his hardest to hide his feelings for her, which Lucy could sense were becoming quite strong, as she could feel his pulse. "I'd ask if that was a gun in your pocket, but I know you don't carry one. So you must be glad to see me." The dark beauty smiled as she now rubbed her body against him. "If you say so." He admonished weakly. Lucy winked at him and stepped back as the last man went by carrying a stainless steel kitchen sink. "Next time you feel like a little Chinese give me a call. Chow Baby." Steve cooled his jets watching her walk away his gaze fixated on the thong nestled between her tight butt cheeks. He had for a moment considered telling his wife but she'd never believe him.
He and Calista had been at the wedding of Courtney-Thorne Smith. Calista wondered if Steve ever recalled what had happened between them in the hotel room after Courtney's wedding reception. Steve's wife didn't attend due to the babies and as usual Steve was taking advantage of the free bar. As the night wore on Calista and Lucy kept a close eye on Bridget's husband as she had asked, when it appeared he was getting borderline comatose they escorted him up to his room. Once inside they let him flop down on to the bed blissfully unaware of the world around him.
Lucy got a bowl and some towels from the washroom when Calista rolled him over and noticed a sizable tent in his pants. Steve wasn't the only one who had a lot to drink that night, and a peek turned into a touch, which in turn became a dare. Calista accepted the challenge only if Lucy would do the same.
To this day Steve has these weird dreams of being in the sack with both of them. Seeing Calista's blonde mane flying about her shoulders as she straddles him, splitting pubic hairs with his beaver cleaver, her small flat chest crowned by her pink hard nipples. Or Lucy's superb oriental features smiling in ecstasy as she bucks on his pelvis feeling his erection ripping new holes inside her, then looking down himself in a dream like trance as they both clean his pipe with long generous laps of their soft pliable tongues. He prayed he didn't talk too much in his sleep.
"Steve seems to be enjoying himself." Sarah remarked. "Heather and Bridget looked over to where them man of their dreams was telling Chevy Chase about his fishing trip off the Carolina's last year holding his hands about five feet apart. "Every time he tells that story the fish gets bigger and bigger." Heather mused. "You know he was nothing when we found him, now look at him." Bridget said proudly. "You know, I think we've created a monster." Jennifer implied.
The two men shook hands and parted, on his way to the stairs Steve had to brush between Ashley Judd, and Charlize Theron. He knew both on a casual basis but not much beyond saying hello. He badly wanted Ashley in his company, Charlize was already a member of his company she was one of the first to sign up still smarting from the re-release of some old Playboy nudes she did years ago. Steve was currently working a deal on her behalf to purchase the rights of those photos from Playboy.
Steve had met Huge Hefner at one of the infamous Playboy pajama parties, he was chaperoned by Shannen, who on orders from the gang watched him like a hawk. That night he secured not only Huge as a client but also a few of the more famous centerfolds.
"The only thing those pumped up bimbos need protection from is you." Alyssa accused.
Huge even enquired about lining up one or two of Steve's harem for a photo-shoot, in particular he wanted to know if Alyssa, and Sarah would be interested in being centerfolds. Steve mused that while Alyssa would probably do for free, it would be unlikely while her mother was still alive, and of Sarah he just said she wasn't ready to do nude work yet. Without adding, "Not while HE was alive."
The master actually had a vision of an entire edition devoted to Steve's little group. But Steve convinced him it would be impossible. "After all who would get the centerfold?"
Huge nodded in acceptance, "Well how about Miss Ryder, I could offer seven figures for a six page spread." Steve paused to think it over. "Nah she'd never do it." Hugh put his arm around him in a fatherly manner. "Doesn't hurt to ask." Winona's response was that she hadn't worked her (unprintable) ass off to become the actress she was just to (unprintable) pose in a (unprintable) magazine.
Nor was he about to let his wife know that Hugh had offered a hundred thousand dollars for Bridget to pose, out of fear she would actually accept. She probably would too, just to see him try and buy up all the copies.
"Excuse me ladies." He smiled as he walked between them unable to avoid sweeping against their breasts in the process. "Sorry." He mumbled feeling Charlize's soft warm peaks brush across his chest, he swore Ashley was pressing herself unnecessarily hard against his back. "Hi Steve, having a good time?" Charlize smiled. He was almost by them when he distinctly felt a not too subtle hand caress his buttocks while another grabbed at his crotch. He looked back in surprise as the two women went on talking as if neither of them had done the slightest thing wrong. "Did they just?" He asked himself. "No they couldn't have, it must have been his imagination."
Shaking his head from the strange encounter he started downstairs almost immediately he noticed a guy haphazardly poised near the bottom, his attention was clearly focused on the girls. Approaching the man from behind Steve raised his hand to guard against any abrupt movements on the narrow staircase. He was about to brush past him when the obtuse man suddenly turned not looking where he was going.
Then Murphy's Law went into effect, "Hey!" Steve cried with alarm as his 1934 Ch*teau splashed all over the other guy's shirt making a dark red stain shaped like the state of Michigan. "Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going." The watcher replied. "That's right you should have." Steve thought to himself, but courtesy prevailed, and he responded with tacit. "No, no, my fault," He replied, "Sorry about the shirt, it looks expensive." Steve apologized as a matter of politeness. "Oh no, just an old casual thing,"
Was that a lie he detected in the man's voice as he tried to figure out who he was? "I was heading to the bathroom anyway, I'll clean it up there." He remarked looking at the shirt his mother had bought for him. Steve looked over to see if the girls were still in a group, not really paying attention to the other mans tone of sarcasm. "Yeah, whatever," He replied off handedly "Say, you're Bridget Fonda's new husband, aren't you?" The actor asked. "Hmmm? Yeah, Steve, pleased to meet you," He said, shaking his hand, which the TV actor rudely forgot offer.
"Here we go again." Steve thought. It was one of his pet peeves that people referred him as "Bridget Fonda's husband." A couple of years ago he was nobody known only to his co-workers, family and ******ors as Mr. Steve Colt. Now he was rich, living with the famous, and known not a Mr. Steve Colt but "Bridget Fonda's husband."
He discovered his new identity shortly after they were married the first time he tried to make dinner reservations only to find the restaurant was fully booked. Only after revealing his relationship to his wife did a cancellation magically occur, and a table had become available. It was nice to know the family name still had clout in this town.
Unfortunately upon arriving at the prestigious eatery five minutes ahead of his wife. He discovered his reservation had been misplaced. Steve was almost ready to flambé the Host when Bridget came through the door looking simply enchanting, capturing the attention of both men. Before Steve could explain to her how the restaurant messed up their reservation the Host greeted her and announced her table was ready. Steve was flabbergasted, "But you said there was no reservation."
The man clamped his forehead, "Mon due! Mousier Colt, I'm sorry I didn't realize you were that Mr. Colt. Your table is right here under Mrs. B. Fonda plus one. His wife gave him a sympathetic smile as her arm looped though his. It was worst than he thought now he was, a plus one. To make up for the damaged ego, the restaurant manager apologized and offered them complementary desserts.
He was to be surprised when the waiter marked on the bill the amount for an entire cherry chocolate cheesecake. "Maurice, you've made a mistake. This amount is for the entire cake." He admonished his underling. "But Sir, Madam Fonda she ate ten pieces her husband had two they ate the whole thing."
The Maître d' slapped his head after voiding the charge for the dessert, "How could I have forgotten, Mrs. Fonda she is pregnant." Steve sat coaching his brandy as his wife devoured almost an entire cheesecake by herself, worried that at any moment she would hurl it back up all over the table. "I'm eating for three now remember." She mumbled shoveling another hunk into her face. They were also treated to a tour of the kitchen. The chef was delighted when he found out Steve was an avid amateur cook, and for a moment Bridget feared she'd be taking a cab home.
Gesturing with his now empty glass Steve remembered who the actor was. "You've got that show, right?" He had a long running sitcom on network, Heather had told him word was, that Aaron was probably going to axe that show next season. It had long run out of juice and the writers had resorted to stealing plots from the newspaper stories. "Yeah, that show," The man smiled seemingly confident but saying little else.
Steve was annoyed with the man's apparent inability to carry a conversation, probably due to being neglected as a child, and having to play with imaginary friends. "Anyway, I'm gonna go clean this shirt you messed up." Before he could turn back to rebuff him the typecast actor had turned to carry on up the stairs. "Putz." Steve murmured for his own satisfaction.
Bridget arrived next to him with a fresh glass of champagne, watched her husband observing the figure disappearing up stairs. "Something wrong?" she asked him. "Hmmm? No dear." Steve replied, "Just something about that guy, a bad vibe, I don't know, nothing I guess." He turned and made his way back with her to talk with the others, making a mental note to have the Agency run a check on the mystery actor. He relaxed and smiled at the girls who were delighted at his presence.
Kevin Spacey had watched the brief exchange from across the room wondering what had passed between the two men. He wondered who Steven Colt really was, and what was the truth behind his relationship with all those women. He had a past that seemed more mysterious than the dark side of the moon. What neither Kevin, or Steve had noticed, was Tom Cruise watching all of them from upstairs, "There you are Dear, is everything okay?" Nicole asked as she joined him. Tom turned his head. His wife looked down into the living room seeing Bridget and Steve walk away.
Sitting in the kitchen Steve played tug of war with the dogs while Alyssa and Holly prepared the last items for tonight. Holly was mixing the chocolate fudge batter and Alyssa was opening a large can of tomato juice. Steve had already seen what was in the fridge and it was scary, the amount of sugar and alcohol could be lethal.
The girls were having an exorcism tonight, with Jennie, Sarah, Love, Shannen, Courtney, Jamie Luner, Winona, Reese, Claire, Charisma, Alyson and Natalie. The girls had six flavors of Hagen Daas ice cream, Black Forest cake, Butternut Almond Cheesecake, a Fruit Torte, and fudge. In addition to which they had Mellon Balls, Daiquiris, Tequila, and Bloody Marys. Holly gave him a dirty look when he asked what all the cucumbers were for? Alyssa had already snagged the necessary items for the ceremony, a photograph of her Ex-husband, lock of his hair, love letters, and a pair of jockey shorts.
He was almost tempted to stick around tonight, if he played his cards right he could end up being the envy of every heterosexual man in the country. Of course the downside was that he wouldn't live very long when his wife found out. That was if he lived through it at all. "He..he…hee!" Considering the amount of alcohol on hand by midnight they could be his willing sex toys, or at least passed out sex toys. But then there was all that chocolate, the very thought of Alyssa and his girls packing on an extra ten pounds made him queasy.
However the combination of the two substances would probably have adverse effects on them, and the mood the ladies would be in regarding the opposite sex of any species, would be ugly to say the least. They would be spewing forth venomous volumes of stories, every guy that said he'd call but didn't, every guy who copped a feel, every sleaze agent they had to blow, every butt fuck and all the semen they had to slurp. All those sports weekends, poker nights, and power tools. Missed anniversary, every pair of panties found under the bed. Not even Steve's sainted image could withstand that kind of onslaught of ages.
The girls would dissect him like a frog in tenth grade biology class. They might well be in the mood to slice him open just to prove that men were heartless pigs, and roast him over an open fire. By the end of the night there'd be nothing left but small pile of ashes in a dessert dish. That was after slicing off his Ding-Dongs, and auctioning them off the highest bidder to have made into earrings. Nah Steve would be safer in his own home with his loving wife and children.
As Alyssa was carrying the jug of tomato juice to the fridge Steve tossed the cloth bone her way, Hugo jumped for the toy knocking her arms, Juice splashed all over her top spilling onto the floor luckily she hadn't dropped the container. "Hey! Hugo watch it!" She put what was left about a third of the juice away. Then shooed the dogs outside, and almost Steve with them. Holly and Steve quickly mopped up the pools on the floor. "God I'm soaked." She moaned. Steve looked up just in time to see Alyssa reach down and peel her wet top up over her head. Even the presence of her white sports bra was not enough to protect her from his lusty gaze. They hadn't spent any real time together in over a year, and almost none of it alone.
Holly, realized only she was still wiping up the slop, stopped and looked over at Steve who if he hadn't been on his knees already would have fallen to them. "Hey you get back to work." She growled like a shop superintendent. About to pull off her soiled bra, Alyssa looked down upon his somber gaze, a slow tiny smile formed on her lips. If it wasn't for Holly's presence Steve would have wrestled Alyssa to the kitchen floor and like a Florida alligator and forgotten his marriage vows. Alyssa was captivated by his deep brooding eyes, if Holly had not been there she would have wrestled him to her kitchen floor like a Louisiana crocodile and made him forget his marriage vows.
Alyssa she saw the embers that burned in his heart for her were still as hot as those that glowed within her own hearth. It was a great comfort to Alyssa that he loved her still. "Alyssa." He said in a voice filled with anguish. "Please, for the love of God, d-don't t-take off that bra." Her smile grew in to a full-fledged grin, Steve hadn't seen too much of her breasts lately and at this distance it could be fatal. She stared into his eyes and teasingly pulled at the straps of her bra, listening to him whimper like a house bound dog. "That's enough." Holly reprimanded. "You get out of here, before I have an even bigger mess to clean up." She watched as her best friend bounced out of the kitchen like a schoolgirl. Steve looked longingly after her. Holly gave him a punch in the arm. "Owww!" He came back to life looking at her. "Get a grip Steve." She chided.
The last time Steve had seen her naked was at a photo shoot for a magazine. It was a pet peeve of his that Alyssa would go to these shoots and change clothes in front of the crew, not bothering to make use of the perfectly good change rooms that were provided. Steve attended one once and spent the entire time drinking ice water. It bothered him that she was completely comfortable being naked in front of totally lucky strangers.
He finished helping Holly wipe up the spill and threw the cloth in the sink. As he rinsed the juice out of them under the warm water he was mildly surprised by a pair of arms encircling his waist. "You really do care about her don't you?" Holly's breasts felt sooo good pressed against his back. "I mean about her happiness." Steve turned around in her embrace. "She deserves better, better than him, better than me." Sucking in a deep breath he put his hands on her hips. "Truth be known it scares me to death, that it could have been me getting a divorce from Alyssa."
Holly cuddled in closer, "Nah you and two would have lasted much longer than nine months." Steve looked wearily, "Yes then there would have been a child." Holly craned her neck up at him. "Nope, children, plural." She corrected him. "Besides Alyssa loves you too much to ever let you go. She told me so." Steve's mouth opened in surprise. "Really, she said that?" Holly nodded mischievously. "Yeah, let's just say you'd have an unfortunate, untimely accident. " Steve pulled at the collar of his shirt. "Oh but don't worry, you'd have a very nice funeral with all that insurance money."
That made him relax with a small laugh. "Remember I want to be cremated and have my ashes interned at the Forest Hill Mausoleum with all the other celebrities." Holly patted him on the behind. "Oh I think Bridget plans to keep your ashes a bit closer to home than that." Steve was intrigued. "You mean like on the mantle over the fireplace?" He suggested. "Holly smiled showing her gleaming white teeth. "Nope, more like in the fireplace." Her part-time lover mimicked a smile. "Okay I deserved that one."
The young pretty actress gleamed at him. "The truth is Alyssa's lucky to have you, so am I." Steve pulled Holly in closer. "Thanks, but I don't deserve it." He leaned swooped down kissing her firmly on the lips. Opening her mouth she took him inside, his hot breath warming her tongue. "That reminds me." She exclaimed pulling away. "It's been a while since you paid any attention to me!"
It had been a few months since he had been with her. "Maybe I can squeeze you in next week, or right now if you prefer?" He said lewdly groping her breast with one hand, while the other cupped her shapely buttock tugging at the zipper down the back of her pants. Holly ordered poking him with her fingers. "You behave, that's the last thing Alyssa needs see today." Steve had only once had the pleasure of all three Halliwell sisters at the same time. It was a night the three good witches were very bad.
"You may as well use him while you can Holly." Abruptly the two separated at hearing Alyssa's voice. "I mean it." She grinned at catching them. "Once I get myself together, I gonna come looking for you Colt." She walked up to him like Lauren Bacall up to Humphrey Bogart. "And when I find you, I'm going to use you like a TV remote on a sports weekend." Steve for the first time in since he knew Alyssa backed away from her, she suddenly looked very dangerous. "And when I'm finished. You'll be luck if you can crawl let alone walk."
Steve was now quaking in his loafers, "Help, Holly help..." He croaked. Alyssa's sexual appetite was something to be feared by any man sane or not. Steve feared being the focus of that energy like a rebel planet in the same system as the Imperial Death Star. He was glad to have Holly and the others around.
The Guardian defiantly slid her body between the two super magnets. It was hot in there, with no room to spare. Steve was behind her, she could feel his hardness prodding her ass, and Alyssa was directly in front of her. Holly could actually feel the heat coming of Alyssa's tits as their breasts gently brushing against one another. She felt like she was serving as a conduit for the super conducted energy that connected them as their hands ran up the sides of her body.
"Em guys maybe we should talk about this, like in a cold shower." Holly warned nervously, feeling as if she was about to be crushed like a grape in a wine press. Wordlessly Alyssa pulled her friend towards the kitchen table. "Come on you two this isn't the time." She pleaded as Alyssa pulled her top up over her head muffling her protests. "Shit guys they're going to hang me for this." He ignored her as his hand pulled the zipper slowly down the back of her pants. "Ooooh I knew I should have worn jeans today." She whined as her white panty clad buttocks came into view.
Surrendering to their whim Holly pulled off Alyssa's tank top and shorts. Steve was left to rid himself of his own clothes, which he did with great speed and enthusiasm. Watching eagerly as the to girls undressed each other before his very eyes. He almost gave out an excited cry when Holly pulled of Alyssa's bra then tugged her black cotton Hanes panties down her legs.
Alyssa turned her co-star around exposing her full nakedness to Steve. Holly smiled devilishly, she had long gotten used to him seeing her like this. She rubbed her neck against Alyssa's hand as it caressed her shoulder, letting out a soft breath as he kissed her pulling the small women to him. Alyssa pressed herself against her friends back reaching around to touch both of them. As he released young women Alyssa pulled her down to the floor holding Holly in her lap.
With the skill of rattlesnake snatching a mouse Holly's lips engulfed his erection pulling him into her moist willing mouth. Steve let out a gasp as her hand came up stroked the rest of his pipe towards her. Alyssa though envious of Holly continued to watch as her lovers engaged in oral copulation. "That's it Holly, suck his cock really good!" She egged moving one hand from Holly's tit to her snatch letting her fingers release the wetness that lay there in. Alyssa was gently fondled her own sex, but far from neglected Holly reached back and sought out her lovers flower.
Looking deep into Alyssa's eyes as she licked Holly's ear made Steve want to shove his length down holly's throat and pee sperm. For her part Holly was doing double duty as six inches of cock slid in and out of her mouth while her two fingers delved into soft wet female opening. She had the power to make either of them cum anytime she wished. Holly's pliable tongue had quickly completed his erection, as her fingers were teasing Lyssa's clit to come out and play.
As she sensed him ready Holly pulled back letting his thick stiff member slip from between her talented lips. Steve and pulled her up bringing Alyssa with her. Shifting places they moved around on the floor Alyssa lay down pulling Holly on top of her in a classic six-nine position. Steve pulled Holly back up a bit leaving her on her knees bent over her pillow mate. Holly's face now inches from Alyssa's glistening wet pussy. Alyssa was looking up from between Holly's thighs at Steve's pole as it brushed the outer labia of her friend's vulva.
With careful timing Alyssa grabbed the back of Holly's head coxing her lips to her moist snatch as Steve's cock head penetrated Holly from the other end. The sound of three people gasping sharply could be heard simultaneously. Holly's practiced mouth ate away at Alyssa's gaping cunt, as Steve's rod was steadily crammed into the confines of her expanding cunt. Holly had not had much experience in this way before meeting Steve, and he was by far the largest man she had ever taken. She often found herself panting heavily as his last two inches pressed inside her small tight cunt hole.
Holly's tongue slipped from her lovers slick warm pussy lips as Steve hit bottom. "Uuuuuuh!" He pulled back, listening to her let out a long low moan. "Ouuuuu!" Then gripped her hips as he steadily rammed himself back inside the steel grip of her vagina. Alyssa was responding equally well to Holly's mouth on her cunt lips, her velvety insides giving way to the soft massages. "Ouughh, right there Baby." Alyssa's hands creatively arousing the other girl's breasts into small pyramids with stone hard nipples hotter than the sands of Egypt. While Holly's fingers lazily tickled the backs of Alyssa's thighs making her twitch. Steve looked down upon her serene expressions as Alyssa was imbued with an orgasm. "UUUUUUGGGGHH!" She managed to scream out as her dogs looked on from outside the sliding glass door.
Within seconds Holly responded to the mating call as Steve drove her like a racehorse to the finish line. She pushed back eagerly onto his nine inches of heaven. With half closed eyes Alyssa watched from below as two of the things she loved most in the world came together. Deftly she stuck out her tongue trying to graze his forbidden fruit. His hands yanked Holly's hips back onto him with ever quickening thrusts, creating a steady drip of fluids which Alyssa collected in her open mouth below her girlfriends pussy, his own cum gushing into the tight chamber exploding against her cervix like an open hydrant. "UH...UHH…AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!"
Lyssa looked up to see him in the final throes of cumming inside of her lover. Steve froze for a moment then continued to stoke his still hard cock into her before it went limp. Breathing heavily he pushed Holly off of himself, the girl collapsing on top of Alyssa. As the two parted his penis plopped out her relaxed fit smacking Alyssa on the lips. Instinctively she snapped at it catching the head in her mouth, taking a long hard pull absorbing their juices off with her tongue. She watched gleefully as his mouth dropped open making a silent moan. He reached down to her face his fingertips stroking her cheek as Alyssa pulled another two inches of cock into her mouth squeezing him gently between her lips. Then she spit his cock out of her mouth blowing him a kiss. Holly was ignorant of what was going on behind her back, still trying to catch her breath.
Steve dropped into a chair by the table. Hungry for the taste of more semen Alyssa attacked her lovers gaping hole lapping at the white creamy juices that dripped from within. Holly bucked with pleasure feeling a long soft tongue worming its way in and out of her sensitive pussy paving the way for a series of short sharp mini quakes. Having almost forgotten how good Steve tasted Alyssa vacuumed Holly's insides till she was bone dry.
As the two girls lay there coming down from their sexually induced high, Alyssa slapped her partner on the ass letting her know it was time to get off. Holly rolled over and sat on the table. The three just grinned and giggled. "Gawd I feel like a giant sex toy." Holly blushed. "Well I'd play with you anytime." Steve stretched putting his hands behind his head.
Alyssa swung her legs over the side and jumped down. "Come on Holly let's get a shower." Holly got up and they gathered their clothes. Steve collected his shirt and pants intending to join them. Alyssa just waved him off, "You can use the guest bathroom Steve." Pulling a face he slowed his ascent up the staircase as they hurried on ahead.
End of Part 6