Showtime [part 5-6]

[anonymous]

Showtime
Part 5
(f-phone, fff-phone, anal, orgy)
By Anonymous



Japan had been a long grueling trip, having to make up one lost day, didn't
make things better. At least it had been successful and he had found out what he
needed to know, his bosses would be very unhappy.

On the 5th night of his nine day trip, Steve received an E-Mail message
from Alyssa. It briefly said that she and the others were all doing fine. She
asked how his trip went and asked if they could see him when he got back. Steve
sent off a reply with his arrival and hotel information. He also got a note from
Winona and Bridget, a while later. Bridgets father Peter had invited Steve for a
private dinner, so he could thank him personally for saving his daughters life.
Steve had been following the news while in Japan. Although the story of the
accident hit the press the next day, only his first name was mentioned. It was
front page news for two days, "Film Stars in Tragic Accident", "Mystery Man
Saves Celebrities From Death." He was lucky to have gotten out when he did.
Three days later another scandal broke, involving Frank Gifford cheating on his
wife Kathy Lee, again. This put his story on the back page. He wondered if the
girls had found out about each other, if so it would be an interesting layover.

Steve returned to his hotel room after a long day of watching Japanese
Defense Forces on exercise in Tokyo Bay. They were as efficient as ever, with
first class equipment, he was happy they were allies now. Thought their forces
were relatively small in numbers, their equipment, gave them the ability to move
men rapidly and efficiently. Enabling them to concentrate their forces better in
a fluid combat situation. Steve collapsed on the bed rolling onto his back he
removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and kicked off his shoes. Staring at his
watch it was just past 8 PM, he open the mini bar and got a burbon. Sitting on
the bed he gulped it down in one swallow. The phone rang, he let it ring once
more then answered, "Hello." "Hi Steve?" It was a female voice, Steve could'nt
quite place which girl it was. "Yea, who is this?" "Don't tell me you've
forgotten me already, I'm hurt." she feigned. "I'm sorry Jennie I've had a long
day" Steve became alert, "Hang on a minute, don't hang up, but don't speak
either." Steve opened his breif case, to get his bug detector, and did a quick
sweep of the room and phone. Both were clean, "Jennie, go ahead, is everything
okay over there?" "Yea every things fine, what was that all about?" Steve looked
out the window scanning the building across. "Just checking for bugs Jen, we're
clean." " I just called to see how you're doing, Alyssa told me she E-mailed you
the other day." Steve sat down on the bed and removed his shoes, "Yes, she seems
to be in good spirits." "Yep, she sure is, there was an electricians strike at
the studio this week so we have a week off, she's doing better now. How's your
trip been?" Steve smiled, "Well great if you like spending days in lecture
halls, or dark bunkers looking at satellite photos. Today was neat, got to see
the 5th Marine Amphibious Brigade on maneuvers."

"That sounds exciting, would you like to see me in uniform sometime Steve?
Maybe a nurse, cheerleader, teacher or stewardess?" Steve was now salivating,
"Gee, Jennie you sure know how to sweet talk a guy." "Steve, what are you
wearing?" "Shirt, navy pants, why?" "Ohh, just curious, do you know what I'm
wearing?" "No Jennie I don't, what are you...." Steve paused in mid sentence,
"Oh no." He could hear Jennie purring on the other end of the line. "You want to
know what I'm wearing Stevie baby?" The 90210 star asked softly. "Jen" he said
firmly "I don't think this...." "Ask me Steve." She cut in. "Jennie" She had
just finished dressing and put on her shoes, "Steve my fiancée is out playing
poker tonight, and the baby is sound asleep. So ask me, or I'll have to spank
you when you get back." Steve grimaced, "Okay, what are you wearing Jennie?"
"Beg" She replied. Steve rolled his eyes. "And don't roll you eyes." Jennie
warned. He looked at the receiver incredulously. "Jennie please tell me what
you're wearing, I have to know, is it naughty or nice?"

Jennie perked up, "Well I'm wearing my four inch red high heeled shoes, a
pair of rose patterned scarlet stockings, held up by a crimson garter belt. Worn
over a sanguine lace corset and a pair of satin cherry thong panties, with a red
ribbon round my neck. Oh and I'm outside by the pool." By the time she had
mentioned the corset, Steve was harder than steel, he had to unzip his pants
very fast to avoid injuring himself." "Is it out yet?" The little tease
inquired. "Oh yea Jennie it's out." She smiled self assuredly men were so
predictable.

Damn did she look hot, even better than when she did that Halloween show
of 90210, when she dress up as a hooker, in similar set of white lingerie, which
almost got her raped at a frat party. Only the timely intervention of Shannon
Dorhety's character prevented that. Even though it was only acting it,
frightened her to feel completely unprotected, but at the same time the idea of
domination turned her on, releasing her unknown hidden sexual inhibitions.

"Now Steve here's the rules, I'll tell you in very intimate detail, what
I'm doing to myself, but your not allowed to touch yourself until I say,
understand?" Steve considered it, not that he had a choice. "Yes Jennie." A
slightly different voice answered back, "Jennie can't talk right now, she has
been a bad girl, I've sent her to her room. This is Kelly Taylor speaking, Miss
Taylor to you!" Steve was momentarily confused, then he remembered that Kelly
Taylor, was Jennie Garths character on Beverly Hills 90210. Jennie must have
slipped into her persona. He could hear the clicking of Jennie's 4 inch
stiletto's on the tiles as she walked into the house. "That girl has got to
learn." He heard the other voice say, as a door was closed. "You should see the
way she's dressed Mr. Colt, like Sunset Strip whore, it's not decent." Steve
listened intently, God please don't let the Japanese Intelligence be listening
in on this, he thought.

"Okay Jennie." Miss Taylor said, "You want to dress like a slut, I'll
teach you how to act like one." "But I was only.." Jennie began to reply in a
timid voice. "Don't argue with me you harlot!" Miss Taylor yelled. "And you will
talk only when spoke to addressing me as Miss Taylor." Jennie whimpered "Yes
Miss Taylor." "Walk over to the full length mirror, in the corner, and stand
there hands on you hips, legs wide apart." Steve heard soft footsteps brushing
the carpet. "Now bend over at the waist and pull the crotch of you panties aside
so I can inspect you. My goodness girl you positively soaking wet, have you been
playing with yourself, you tramp." Steve heard Jennie reply "Yes Miss Taylor."
Steve pole was now bobbing like a cork in an ocean, precum was beginning to seep
out.

"Jennie while you're bent over you will rub your pussy, but don't insert
your fingers yet." "Thank you Miss Taylor" Steve heard her moan, "Mmmmmmmh,
Aaaaaaaaaaah!" After several agonizing minutes for Steve, he heard Miss Taylor
speak again. "That's enough Jennie, stand up straight, and go sit on the bed."
Steve heard the bed rustle as she sat on it. "Take off your shoes and lie down."
The shoes hit the floor with a soft thud. "Pull up your knees and spread your
legs. Now first thing, remove you stockings, slowly girl." Steve heard the snap
of a clasp being released, the another. The soft silky sound of a stocking
moving down Jennies slender white leg.

He made a slight groan as he reached for woody. "I said no touching until
you're told!" He lay back on the bed. "Yes Je.. Miss Taylor." Damn now she had
him doing it. He heard another set of clasps being undone, more gentle rustling
sounds. "Now the panties dear, but leave the garter belt on." He heard a swift
slipping sound as the cloth moved down Jennie's legs. "Now take the index finger
of your right hand, lick it with your tongue, that's a good slut. Rub your slit
with it, "Ooooh, Oooooooh." Take your left hand sweetie, and slip it into the
bra cup of your corset, that's a good girl, fondle your nipples.
Aaaaah...Ooohhh!" Steve was starting to get really restless. "Now you can tease
your clitoris, with your thumb Jennie, as you i-i-nsert your f-f-inger i-i-nside
your c-c-unt." It sounded like Jennie was starting to loose control. "Aaaah, oh,
oh ooh ooohhhh!"

"M-my what perfect picture of a slut you a-are Je-jennie, you l-look like
Ginger Lynne, all you need is dick to suck on, use this dildo." Steve could hear
the muffled sounds of Jennie mouth wrapped around something big, then sucking on
it. "Mmmmmmgh, mmgh!" She slurped all over the 6 inch PA, till it was dripping
with her saliva. "Nicely done Jen, your going to be a thousand dollar a night
girl in no time." He heard Jennie moan in agreement. "Now put the tip of the
dildo on your cunt lips, and start pushing it in, and move your finger to your
rectum." Jennie's voice came back for a moment," No not my bum I've nev... Don't
argue with me Jennie!" Miss Taylor demanded. "Yess, Miss Taylor" she replied
submissively.

Jennie pushed her finger against the puckered hole of her anus, gingerly
testing it's elasticity. Her other hand was busy driving the dildo between her
slick snatch, at a steady 30 strokes a minute. "Mmmmmggh!" Her finger slowly
slipped inside her rectum, her juices and sweat and eased the passage of her
tight anus.

Suddenly she heard the front door chime open. "Damn it not now!" Footsteps
came closer to the bedroom. Jennie withdrew the dildo, chucking in the bedside
table drawer. In reaching over she dropped the cordless phone on the floor,
between the bed and the table. She grabbed her panties and threw them on
quickly. The door opened, "Hi Honey." It was her fiancée, Jennie smiled. "Wow,
babe if I'd have know you were dressed like that I would have come home sooner."
Jennie looked down at the phone. "Anything for my man." She replied. "Your home
early, how was the poker game?" Peter grinned as he got undressed. "Lost a
bundle tonight sorry hon." Jennies brow furrowed "How much Peter?" He avoided
her glance "About $10,000." Jennie pursed her lips, "This has got to stop, from
now on I'm limiting your poker money." Peter wobbled over to the bed, letting
the site of his lucious babe sink in through his alcoholic haze.

Steve considered hanging up the phone, then brushed it aside when he
thought Jennie might be in danger. "I know I'm sorry it won't happen again. You
look so sexy." Jennie faked a smile, knowing what was coming next. Her boyfriend
climbed into bed gave her a sloppy kiss, and with a rip of her panties. She
hated when he did that, and these were her favorite, not to mention expensive.
He then mounted her for a quick gallop. Five minutes later he came with huff.
For her part Jennie yelled out "Oooooh....Give me that big cock you Stud!" She
wiggled around on the bed like prostitute, and then faked her orgasm as usual.
Then he started to finger her butt hole, but she protested, so he rolled over
and went to sleep. During the copulation Jennie noticed that the bedroom ceiling
was in need of repainting, she stored that on her mental list of things to have
done. With the sound of Peter snoring, she reached down and picked up the phone.
"Steve" she said in a low voice. "Yes Jennie?" he replied weakly. "Hope you
enjoyed that lover, goodnight. Oh and, you can cum now." She smiled, hung up the
phone then went to the bathroom to shower, tossing her torn panties in the
garbage. Somehow, Steve managed to get into the shower before blasting his jet
all over the wall. After a quick shower he turned on his laptop, wrote out a
daily report sent it off and then went to sleep.

He was awoken at 6:30AM by the phone, rolling over, he grabbed the
receiver, taking one last wink of sleep he open his eyes and picked it up.
"Hello" he grumped out. "Steve?" a soft delicate voice called out. "Alyssa?"
"Yes it's me, sorry for calling early, did I wake you?" Steve yawned, "Yes but I
was getting up anyway." Alyssa paused a moment, "Jennie called me this morning."
That woke Steve up, "Yes?" Alyssa giggled, "She said to tell you she's sorry
about last night, and she felt bad about, leaving you hanging." Steve could her
laughing on the other end, there was someone else there too. "I'm sorry Steve I
couldn't resist." Alyssa apologized, another voice came on the line, "We hope
you took matters into your own hands." More laughter permeated the phone line
that sounded like Sarah, he decided. Steve was shocked, but then again girls do
tell each other everything. "Hi Steve, Heather here, don't mind these two giggly
schoolgirls, we thought you might be a little hard up this morning." (Fits of
laughter in the background)

Heather continued, "So we thought we'd give you a quick call. Steve looked
under the bed sheets sure enough woody was ready to go. "Thanks girls that's
really considerate of you, I won't forget this." Sarah took the phone from
Heather, "Oh, you'll never forget this, Alyssa's sorry she can't talk to you
right now but she has her tongue in Heather's pussy." Steve heard a couple of
moans one of them muffled. Sarah passed the phone to Heather "Ooooohh Yea, this
little vixen will make you wish you were here Steve, her mouth is so talented."
She held the phone down to her cunt, Steve could hear Alyssa sucking on
Heather's clit. "Mmmmgggh!" She held the phone out to Sarah who was kneeling
behind Alyssa's naked from.

"Hey Steve If you thought that was cool listen to this." Heather went on
to describe the scene. "Sarah's been lubing up Alyssa's ass with KY jelly, and
the Slayer is now putting on a six inch strap on dildo. She's stroking Alyssa's
pussy with her hand." Steve could hear Alyssa's muffled moan, as well as a
slight tremble in Heather's voice as Alyssa's tongue worked its way round her
clit. "And she's working the dildo into Alyssa's...., Aaaaargghh!" Steve heard
Alyssa cry out "Yes, deeper, further in, Fuck me with it Buffy!" "Heather hold
her down, while I ream her with my cock." Heather pushed Alyssa's face back down
to her cunt, and locked her legs behind the younger girl's back. Then she gave
Sarah a nod, Sarah pressed the dildo all the way in Alyssa's rectum. "That's it
fuck the bitch good." Alyssa let out a low guttural moan between Heather's
thighs. Sarah pulled back then thrust in again, a bit faster this time, Alyssa
moaned and wiggled her butt. Sarah increased the pace as she began to fuck her
friend's ass, a rocking motion developed, Alyssa started to fuck back each time
Sarah pushed forward. Sarah fingered Alyssa's pussy as she fucked her butt hole.
" So this is what it looks like from this position." She laughed Lyssa was
molesting Heather's prefect natural breasts with her long fingers, playfully
pinching her nipples and squeezing her areolas. Heather had her hands cupped
under Lyssa's tit's letting them sway gently in her grasp, stroking her fingers
down her belly, pawing at her mons, as Alyssa sucked at her love hole. Heather
watched the plastic phallus, stretched Alyssa's anal opening as Sarah's pelvis
smacked her up against her butt.

"What a slut, no wonder she's still a virgin, what guy could resist such a
cute tight ass Heather was now drowning Alyssa with her cunt juice as she
climaxed (like when we found out who shot J.R. in Dallas) "Oh God I'm
cuuumminng..Ah Aah Aaah Aaaaarrrrrrrrggggggh!" Alyssa noisily clean her friend's
snatch swallowing every drop of girl honey Heather could produce. After a few
more thrusts Alyssa spurted her own cum on to Sarah's thighs, from the anal
probing and pussy massage Buffy had given her. Ohh..Ohh Ohhh Yeeessssss,
Uuuuuuunnnnghh!" By this time Heather had relocated herself below Sarah's fur
burger and was eagerly chowing down. It didn't take much to set Sarah off like a
rocket, just the site of the dildo disappearing inside Alyssa's ass was almost
enough to make her cum, Heather's tongue only sent her over the edge.

By this time Steve was a drooling mess at both ends. Alyssa picked up the
phone from where Heather had dropped it. "Steve, you okay." Steve composed
himself. "Yea, fine Lyssa, that was awesome sweetie, just awesome, thanks I
needed that." She smiled "Your very welcome, will that be Visa or Master Card?"
He could hear the other two breaking out into howls of laughter. We're all
hoping you can see us when you get back. Think you'll have time?" Steve smiled
to himself, "I think I might be able to squeeze you guys in. Might be a tight
fit though." Alyssa whispered back. "Ohh. I can guarantee it'll be a, tight fit,
especially since I'm saving my last hole just for you." Steve forgot to breathe
for a second then he heard a voice say "Steve, you there?" It was Sarah. "Huh?"
was all he could manage to get out. "Thank god." she replied "I thought Miss
Congeniality had give you a heart attack for a minute. Listen could you bring me
back a book? " She asked hesitantly. " Sure if I can find it, what's the title?"
"The Pleasures of Kama Sutra." She whispered. "And after you're done with little
Miss not so pure spring water. You and I are going thru ever position in that
book, even if it kills you. Enjoy the flight back."

She laughed and gave the phone back to Heather. "Hi Steve, Heather here,
remember what I said before you left, about the handcuffs?" Steve heard the
clinking of metal. "But only if you keep your hands of those stewardesses."
Heather chided. "I promise." He replied. "I have to go now, bye." She handed the
phone to Alyssa, "Steve we'll make arrangements to pick you up at the airport, I
have your flight number, okay bye." Before he could say no she hung up. Steve
put the phone down, and shook his head, how do I get into these situations.
Looking down at woody, "This is all your fault, hope you're happy."

Steve took part of the last day to take in a few sights and do some
shopping. The flight was at 8PM, he was escorted to the airport by a V.P. of
Mitsubushi Heavy Industries. He thanked Steve for his visit and helped him
through security. Steve was shown into the VIP lounge and bought his host a
saki, they toasted each other's health, and a continued successful business
relationship. Steve casually observed the crowd in the lounge, mostly were
Japanese business types, mostly men few women. A fair portion of the crowd where
also Caucasian, but one person stood out A very young girl could be more than 18
years old. Long dark brown hair, about 5'5" kind of skinny wearing jeans, and a
low cut powder blue sweater, with a set of breasts to die for. They actually
looked a bit big for her frame, and were only paled by her beautiful long oval
face, perfect teeth, and big doe brown eyes. Steve though she might be a model.
His flight was announced over the PA system. He bid his host goodbye, and left
for his plane. On leaving the lounge the young girl he noticed before bumped
into him dropping one of her carry on bags. "Oh I'm sorry." She apologized.
Steve picked it up, "May I help you." He smiled. the bag was quite heavy. She
nodded and thanked him. They went to board their fight. Making their way through
the tunnel and arriving at the plane the young girl presented her boarding pass
to the flight attendant. Steve managed to get a glimpse at the name, J.L.
Hewitt.

Showtime
Part 6
(mf, ff, assault)
By Anonymous



J.L. Hewitt, Steve didn't recognize the name, but the look on the
stewardesses face told him she was either rich, famous or both. The attendant
welcomed them aboard, and pointed to their seats. Both were in first class, Miss
Hewitt had a window seat in row 4A, Steve was in row 6B on the aisle just two
rows behind her. Steve didn't usually travel first class, but it was a long
flight and Mitsubishi were so impressed with his past article of their new SPH
105 Artillery system, they upgraded his seat. It was nice up here. Steve lifted
the girl's bags into the overhead compartment and took his own seat. Just
setting in he glance up noticing a cheesy looking guy, dropping into the seat
next to the girl. Lucky stiff Steve thought. As the guy put his suitcase into
the overhead bin, Steve saw the guy was staring down the open neck of her
sweater. Steve let out a loud cough, the girl must have looked up, cause the guy
turned his head faster than a dog hearing an electric can opener! The first
class cabin was almost empty, only a quarter of the 24 seats were occupied, and
the other three passengers, were on the opposite side of the aircraft, leaving
the middle three rows empty. Steve checked his watch it was 8:20 PM, as the
plane taxied away from the terminal. The stewardess gave the safety
demonstration which Steve usually ignored except, she looked exactly like Vanna
White, from "Wheel of Fortune", but her name was Anna. She long slim legs clean
complexion, strong Danish features, she could turn his letters any day.

The plane had barely taken off before the guy sitting next to Miss Hewitt
began to try and talk his way into her panties. Apparently he did know who she
was, and Steve learned much about her movie, modeling and singing career. He
also learned that she was in a movie with Sarah Michelle Geller, "I Know What
You Did Last Summer." A late dinner and drinks were served, at least that shut
the guy up for a few minutes, unfortunately the guy seemed to be ordering quite
a few drinks both for him and Miss Hewitt. After the first champagne she
politely declined the rest. He was trying to impress her by, telling Miss Hewitt
all about his Import Export business, and how well off his family was in NY. Now
either she was really into trade goods, or she gave an academy performance.
Steve was grateful at 11PM when the cabin lights dimmed, and the guy finally
shut up.

Couple of hours later a soft bumping noise woke Steve up, the cabin was
dark, the curtains were drawn between first class, and tourist. Steve heard the
bump again, he peered over the seats in front of him, it seemed to be coming
from the row ahead, then he heard what sounded like muffled cry. He stood up
seeing what looked like the guy holding the girl down on the seats. From what he
could make out, he had one hand clamped over her mouth, his face close to hers
whispering something Steve couldn't hear. The bumping noise was the girl kicking
the seats in front of her. The man's other hand, looked to be up her sweater, as
he hovered over the struggling young star. Steve locked the man's head and
shoulders in a half nelson, as he pick him up out of his seat forcing him to his
knees in the aisle. The girl let out a soft cry of relief and pulled her bra and
sweater, back down over her exposed breasts. "Hey whoever you are you mind your
own business, I'm havin a party with my friend here. Let me go an you can get
seconds." Steve told him to keep quite. The drunk resisted a bit but soon gave
in. Steve leaned over to her, asking if she wanted him to call a stewardess. She
shook her head, "No just get him away from me." Just then Anna the stewardess,
came out of the forward galley. "Excuse me" she said in low soft voice and sexy
voice (well that's how it sounded to him). "What's going on here?" Steve looked
at her in the subdued lighting, her perfect hair, dark blue eyes, smooth
features, "Seems we need new seating assignment for Mr. Groper here." Anne
looked down at the man, then at the girl. Are you okay Miss Hewitt? Her hair was
messy, eyes reddened, other wise she appeared okay, she nodded. "Would you like
me to inform the Captain." Jennifer shook her head no. Anne turned to face
Steve, "Put him in the first row window seat." Steve frog marched the man to
front of the cabin, and dumped him in assigned seat. Jennifer grabbed her purse
and went to the washroom. The man glared at Steve, "You don't know who you're
fuckin with man, I got connections if you know whut I mean. That lil slut was
comin on ta me, the she changes her mind gettin all frigid an actin innocent."
Steve moved his face very close to the man , regretting doing so as the stench
of alcohol evaporated from the man's breath. "One more word from you, and I'll
arrange for Customs to give you a warm personal welcome home, capiche." The man
slumped down and turned to look out the black window. Steve returned to his own
seat, Jennifer was still in the washroom. Anna came over to Steve, "Thanks for
handling that man for me, can I get you a drink, or anything?" She smiled with
her perfect white teeth. He could smell the subtle fragrance of her intoxicating
perfume, see her full bosom straining at the material of her white blouse.

A myriad of ideas quickly filled Steve's mind, and just as quickly
departed, when Heather's voice filled his head. "Well a scotch, and if we could
keep this little incident quite, I think the young lady would be grateful." Anne
looked about the cabin conspiratorially," I checked on the other three
passengers, they're sleeping like babies. But if he starts to cause trouble
again I'll have to inform the Captain." Steve smiled reassuringly, "I don't
think he will." Anne smiled and turned away "One scotch coming up." He smiled as
he watched her cute tushy wiggle in her tight knit skirt, as she walked down the
aisle. Jennifer came out of the washroom her eyes still puffy and red, she
avoided looking at the creep who molested her. Walking where Steve was sat she
looked down at him with her big brown eyes, "May I join you." Steve got up and
let her in to the window seat. Anna arrived with his drink, "May I get you a
drink Miss Hewitt?" She asked. "A screwdriver please." Anna apologized for the
incident, and informed Jennifer on how to lodge a complaint against the man and
the airline, if she wished to do so. Jennifer declined as long as she he was
kept away from her for the rest of the flight. Anna thanked her, and left to get
her drink.

Steve and Jennifer looked at one another for a moment, in silence. Then
she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you very much! You were
great!" She smiled beamingly. "That creep just about had me good, I was asleep
when he started pawing me. When I wake up he me pinned down and his hands were
all over me." Steve smiled down at her awkwardly, "Your welcome, but really it
was nothing, my name's Steve." She gazed back at him, "Call me Jennifer, or Love
it's my middle name, 60's thing. " Nice to meet you Steve, do you spend all your
spare time rescuing maidens in distress?" Steve chuckled. Anna returned with
Jennifer's drink, she smiled at them, you two look just like father and
daughter. Steve grimaced inwardly Jennifer looked at him "She's right, cool." He
tried not to look hurt. The two sat sipping their drinks, and making small talk.
Steve remarked that he was surprised that she was flying alone. She replied that
her agent was staying behind to do the paper work on a record deal she just
signed. Jennifer wanted to come back a day early, to go to a party tomorrow
night. He found it difficult concentrating on her face, since her cleavage was
so well displayed in the v-neck of her wool sweater (Yes THAT, sweater). They
were quite a set of puppies, he stole glances at them as they heaved up and down
with every breath she took. He also noticed how she seemed to squirm, her lovely
ass in her seat, once in a while. Jennifer couldn't help noticing how the mans
gaze was constantly shifting between her face and chest, well at least he's
trying not to gawk she thought, and he is a hunk. His calm demeanor and cool
dark eyes made her heart palpate she could feel her loins becoming warm and
moist. As he spoke, she scanned the cabin, everyone was asleep, and Anne had
returned to the forward galley. She stood up, straightening the hem of her black
woolen skirt. Steve stepped out to let her pass, thinking she was returning to
her seat. As she moved out Jennifer took him by the hand, and walked back to the
second galley between first class and coach. It was empty, she pulled the
curtain shut behind them, then reached across and did the same on the other
side.

Steve looked down at her soft mousy features, "Jennifer what are you
doing? " he whispered. The galley was only three feet wide, by eight feet long,
both sides were lined with counters. Jennifer grabbed him by the scruff of his
neck like a dog pulling his lips down to hers, giving him a kiss that would make
a gay fly straight. Her tongue felt like a soft velvet probe as it licked the
bottom of his mouth. He broke their kiss, "Jennifer, I'm not sure ..." She
pressed forth again, he could feel her voluptuous breasts flatten against his
chest, her heart beat like a kettle drum. He broke the kiss again, "H-how old
are you?" She smiled up him, "21, and not a virgin." Steve put his arms around
her waist, "You're quite a girl." She took his left hand from her back sliding
down her tight little butt, she raised her right foot and put it on the edge of
opposite counter. Jennifer looked into Steve's eyes as she pushed his hand under
the fabric of her skirt, guiding it along the back of her upper thigh, brushing
his fingertips with her moist warm slit. Her slit was damp and smooth to the
touch "See how wet you've made me." She whispered, as her other hand unzipped
Steve's pants. His erection grew out slowly seemingly unsure of its
surroundings. When it reached full size Jennifer gasped at its beauty, "My
goodness, where have you been hiding this charming piece of meat?" She grinned.
Steve was now holding her up by her bum, she had braced both her feet on the
counter across from her. The fingers of both his hands were now working the
folds of this, young fillies vulva. Jennifer's skirt was carefully moved up past
her hips, the crotch of her pink bikini lace panties, pulled a side. She clung
around his neck with both arms, giving Steve, a prolonged French kiss sucking at
his face like a starved sex maniac. "Now" she murmured "Slip inside me, take me
now." Not needing to be asked again he held her labia lips open with his
fingertips and positioned the head of his throbbing cock at the opening to her
slick open cunt. Jennifer kissed him hard as she lowered her sex onto his stiff
pole arm.

Steve kissed back as he pushed into her slick open love hole. It was warm
and tight, really tight he felt the walls of her cunt grip his dick like a fist.
This was going to be tough. He eases out of her, hearing her whimper, then
slowly thrust back in. Her lubrications began to coat his prick as he slide into
the sweetness that was Jennifer Love Hewitt. She took one hand from around his
neck and pushed up her sweater, unclasping the front of her bra, revealing two
sights to behold. Her twin peaks were flawless, in their structure, and skin
tones. Jennifer's nipples were so pink and puffy looking like they were filled
with air. She pulled her breast up caressing the areola, breaking the kiss so
she could use her tongue to tease her nipple, then she offered her plump feast
to Steve's mouth. Have you ever seen a starving man eat? Well it was nothing
compared to the way he tried to sucked her whole breast into his mouth.
"Mmmmmmmh!" Jennifer moaned softly, her nipple was delicately sensitive. She was
now riding his rod like a shock absorber on a country road. Steve was feeling
her tight pussy having and effect on him, Jennifer could only take so much of
his mast as it plowed her fertile loins pushing her vaginal muscles apart,
driving the young actress into a frenzied orgasm. She felt so full as if he was
going to split her wide open, her poor pussy was definitely being stretched to a
new limit. "Ooh...Ooohh.. " Steve grabbed a towel and shoved it in her mouth.
Jennifer hung on for dear life as Steve explored her insides, with his
sexuality. It felt wonderful being in this young almost pure thing, he could
feel his cock kissing her cervix, as he slammed into her. Jennifer's tight
opening riding the length of his steel, he ass jiggled in his hands as he
gripped her small buttocks. Jennifer felt the s makings of an orgasm building
within her, she humped Steve's dick faster, as her vaginal walls closed around
it. She screamed into the towel as her body shook with intense vibrations. Steve
used all his will power to resist spurting inside the girls, hungry fertile
womb. They slowed the pace of their love making, until Steve could work his way
out of her. Jennifer Love slide to the floor, on her knees, smiling up at Steve
she took his cock from his grasp, and pulled it towards her mouth. Steve moved
forwards, as Jennifer placed the head of his member in her mouth, sucking
gently. Before she could even begin stroking, Steve lost all composure as his
seed shot into her oral cavity, splashing on to her tongue. Jennifer smiled with
her eyes as she ate his cum, kissing the tip as it left her sperm freshened
mouth. One last cum spurt hit her squarely on the face, coating her nose, and
lips, her tongue sneaked out and licked what it could get. Steve brushed her
baby soft cheek with the back of his fingers, running them through her long
black hair.

Abruptly a curtain was opened revealing the two voyeurs, in their post
sexual haste. Anna stepped into the alcove closing the drapes behind her. Taking
in the scene before her, with both hands on her curvaceous hips, she grinned at
Steve. Striding to where the couple where engaged, Anna knelt own beside
Jennifer on one knee, her short skirt slid up revealing her strong thigh
muscles. Taking the girls face by the chin, she looked into her eyes, "You have
a lot to learn about swallowing cum." As she licked up the spots of jizz that
Jennifer's tongue had been unable to reach. Jennifer smiled and kissed Anna on
her full red lips, Anna's hand move to the starlets full breast, feeling it
weight, in her fingers. Jennifer's own hands moved independently, one
unbuttoning the shear white blouse that stewardesses were famous for wearing.
The other went up her uniform skirt, in search of her elusive bush. She slide
her hands into Anna's full C-cup bra fondling the Vanna White look a like's
nipple, gently circling it, the other hand found Anna's honey laden pussy,
already presoaked with sweet nectar. Jennifer figured she must have been
masturbating outside the galley to get thi s wet. She could already easily
insert a finger inside Blondie's lips, which parted like pair of Starship doors.
So Jennifer inserted a second small finger, then a third, all went in with the
greatest of ease, using her thumb on the women's clitoris. Anna soon became
wildly aroused, and began to push herself onto the girl's hand. All this female
action got Steve hard again, he was like a little kid just praying that the
others would let him play. Jennifer stood up pulling Anna with her, who was now
on the verge of an orgasm. Jennifer turned Anna around making her lean face
forward on to a counter top, and hiked the sluts skirt all the way up to her
waist, then yanked her white lace panties down removing them swiftly, careful to
leave her 1inch pumps on. She twirled the panties over her head, "Boy was that
ever easily, guess you stewardess's really do get around." Anna's face flushed
with embarrassment, "Well Steve coffee, tea, or me?" Jennifer stepped in behind
Anna and moved the women's legs further apart, holding her cunt lips open with
her fingers.

She looked at Steve over her shoulder, "Well, I'm waiting, and don't worry
I had my physical last week, clean as a whistle." Steve shook himself in to
action and moved into Anna's box with one fluid thrust. His ridged raider,
sliding between Jennifer Love Hewitt's fingers as he fucked the Vanna White
clone. Reaching around her grabbed her tits kneading them, through her soft
delicate lace bra, until Jennifer unfastened it to give him better access to the
women's firm ripe breasts. Anna pushed back as Steve reamed her cunt with his
huge cock bracing herself as he took her love hole. Jennifer moved her fingers
to caress the stewardesses clit again, speeding her on her way to an orgasmic
altitude. Steve knew he was a few strokes away from exploding asked where she
wanted his seed. Vanna turned to look at his tortured face, "My ass, cum in my
ass please!" Steve immediately with drew, from her cunt. Her round tight ass,
was dripping with sweat and juice from her cunt, Jennifer quickly slid a couple
of fingers past her anal muscles, and greased the women up with her tongue
licking her saliva into her butt hole. Making it ready for Steve's slick prick.
As Steve poised himself for rectal entry, Jennifer pried Anna's ass cheeks apart
opening her anus for penial penetration. Winking at Steve Jennifer nodded, "Okay
gimmie an P." Steve pushed forward slowly it slid in with only slight discomfort
all the lubrication helped.

He held Anna by the hips reaming her ass, "Yees....Fuuuuck yees.. Ohhhh.
Oooooh, shoot up my ass Yeessss!" She said in a low sluty voice. Her ass felt
even warmer, and tighter than the pussy, the soft tissue of her rectum, was like
hot ice. Steve came quietly as his cum boiled from is balls firing, into Anna's
heated ass. She could feel her bum fill with his love spunk as he rammed her
from behind, some of which leaked out dribbling down her cunt, between her
cheeks and lips. Jennifer got down on her hands and knees, licking at their
combined fluids her lips touching Anna's as she cleaned the woman up. Steve's
cock deflated inside the lovely blonde's butt and he reluctantly withdrew. She
turned around smiling seductively, "Thanks that was a great fuck!" She gave him
a soft kiss on the lips then sat on the floor by Jennifer Love giving her a kiss
too, "And you're a very talented young lady!" They looked up at Steve now
exhausted and limp as a wet noodle. Anna leaned over and took the flaccid organ
in her mouth, cleaning off her own fluids and his sperm. Steve felt her tongue
dancing around his cock, as she inhaled deeply swallowed the head into her
throat. Her neck muscles massaged the penis head, while her mouth cleaned his
shaft. That was all it took for Steve to cum down the back of her throat, Anna
swallowed it all without so much as a hiccup. When he was done, she got up and
dressed herself. Then opened a cupboard and got some handi-wipes and breath
mints for everyone. Then she hustled the two, back to where Steve was sitting.

A few hours later they awoke to a breakfast of eggs bacon, yogurt, and
fruit salad, hot towels were also handed out. Anna checked on the guy in front,
he was still sleeping, she woke him up and informed him that they would be
landing in an hour, asking if he would like breakfast. Not surprisingly he was
moody, and went back to sleep. Anna came back and, asked Jennifer if she would
like a tour of the cockpit. She politely accepted and went up to sign autographs
for the crew's kids. While she was leaning over checking out the knobs, and
flashy displays on the instrument panel the Captain and Co-pilot, got a nice
look at hers. She signed one for Anna, "With much thanks for your wonderful
service, J. Love Hewitt." She then asked Anna for her address, so she could send
an autographed photo, Anna was thrilled.

The plane landed and Steve helped Jennifer with her carry on bags. The
creep who assaulted her earlier just sat there, and waited until they left
before getting up. They said goodbye to the crew and walked down the tunnel.
After getting past customs they went to collect their luggage. Jennifer signed a
few autographs, and posed for a few pictures. Jennifer's luggage arrived first
and Steve helped her load it onto a cart She thanked him one last time, and
wrote autograph for him. Then she scuttled off towards the V.I.P. exit lounge.
Steve looked around for the mousy guy that had assaulted Jennifer on the plane,
he was further down the conveyer belt giving Steve a "Fuck you!" look.

Entering the V.I.P. lounge she looked about hoping someone had come to
pick her up. Jennifer spotted the small blonde figure wearing a cap and dark
sunglasses standing by the windows. She pushed her cart through the lounge,
"Sarah, Hi thanks for coming!" Sarah Michelle was surprised to see her friend
Jennifer Love Hewitt bouncing towards her. She smiled none the less and gave her
a great big hug. The girls embraced, jumping up and down, (causing their breasts
to rub together) kissed each other (not sexually) in a friendly greeting. Every
guy in the room got an instant stiffy, except the gay bartender. Jennifer
assumed that, Sarah had volunteered to pick her up, when her friends had found
out she was coming home a day early. She and Sarah Michelle Geller had been the
best of friends since their movie last year. Sarah smiled and asked Jennifer how
her trip was. Jennifer bubbled on with the details of her trip, and how great it
was to be in Japan again. Watching over her friends shoulder Sarah saw Steve
enter the lounge. He spotted the two absolutely phenomenal feline figures
silhouetted by the light of window. Sarah was wearing a canary yellow cotton
sundress, with spaghetti straps and a low U shaped neckline, the hem of the
dress barely touched her knees. The sunlight streaming through the window, went
right through the light material of her dress, showing her curvy silhouette to
anyone who care to look her way, and they all were. Her blonde hair was tied
back in a ponytail. Giving no sign of recognition he made for the exit on the
other side of the room. Jennifer was just telling Sarah about the incident on
flight back as Steve went past, catching him out of the corner of her eye she
called to him, "Hey Mr. Colt wait." Steve stopped, and turned around, Jennifer
unwittingly introduced the two, they smiled knowingly and shook hands. Jennifer
insisted that he allow them to drop him off at his hotel. Steve reluctantly
agreed, and Sarah consented, just before setting out Jennifer excused herself to
go pee. Sarah pulled Steve behind a large potted plant, so they were out of view
from the rest of the room. "How do you get yourself into these things?" She
whispered. He just shrugged, "Luck?" She went to a nearby pay phone, and threw
in some coins to make a quick call. When she got back Jennifer coming out of the
washroom, "Already to go?" Sarah smiled, Jennifer nodded, Steve put his cases on
the cart with Jennifer's and began to push it out of the lounge, with the girls
leading the way arm in arm. Sarah apologized for parking in the parking garage,
saying that the V.I.P. parking area was too busy. The real reason of course was
that she was trying to be there covertly. She suggested Jennifer put on her
sunglasses and baseball hat.

As they entered the elevator Steve checked his six, the weasel from the
plane was back there, with a couple of big associates. Once in the elevator
Jennifer dug through her purse for her sunglasses. Sarah opened up a carry on
bag for a cap. Jennifer asked Steve where he was staying, Sarah perked up that
she had gotten the address while Jennifer was in the washroom. The elevator
stopped at their level Sarah led them to her Ford Explorer, or rather Jennie
Garths. They walked to the back of the garage, and found the SUV just where
Sarah left it, in a corner spot near the wall. "New truck?" Jennifer asked.
"Freind's." Sarah replied "I didn't know how much luggage you'd have." She
opened the back and they loading it up. Steve just closed the trunk, as the
girls got in the front. He heard footsteps echoing off the concrete floor
several yards away. Looking in the reflection of the back window he could see
creepy, and his two buddies coming towards him. They looked like mob, Steve
turned to face them slowly, stepping away from the vehicle, so as not to block
its path should the girls need to run for it.

When Steve didn't get into the SUV, Sarah and Jennifer looked out the
window. Jennifer was startled, "Oh' my God it's him!" Sarah looked "Who him?"
Jennifer put her hand to her mouth, "The guy who grabbed me on the plane that's
him in the middle of those two gorillas." The two apes looked like Bert and
Ernie on steroids, only not as well dressed. The weasel in between them was now
all smiles, "Told you not to fuck with me. Maybe after my boy's here are done
teach you some manners, we can get to know those two lovely ladies in truck.
That bitch is gonna be sorry she said no to me. No one refuses a Castallano! "
He yelled at the truck. The trio smiled at Steve, which he took to mean they all
shared the same brain. The girls watched from the truck debating what to do,
Sarah tried her cell phone, but it couldn't get through the walls of the parking
garage. Jennifer banged on the van's horn a couple of times but no one came
running. The weasel nodded to his two thugs, who then lunged at Steve. He
stepped back, and grabbed the closest one as he came at him. Gripping the man by
his jacket he used the mans forward momentum to hurl him face first into a
concrete support column. The other attacker came in right behind his pal, Steve
ducked under his roundhouse punch and slugged the man in the stomach, the man
sank to his knees like a priest behind an alter boy. The Steve took a step
towards the weasel, he heard a click, behind him. The guy by the pillar was
holding a heater on him, his face was all bloody. No doubt Steve had broken his
nose, the heater was a sliver plated, short barrel 357 magnum. The other guy got
up and drew his piece, a 9mm Beretta, Steve stopped and put up his hands.

The girls now frantic trying to decide what to do, Sarah started the
truck, maybe they could run them down or at least go for help. Jennifer really
felt bad about leaving Steve, but agreed it was their best hope. The men heard
the SUV start up. The weasel yelled at the girls, "Shut that thing off, or we
spill his brains right now !!" The girls traded glances, one of the thugs
stepped up behind Steve and pressed the barrel of his gun up against his head.
The other went to the passenger side and aimed his gun in the window at
Jennifer's face. Sarah turned off the motor. They were ordered out of the
vehicle, and told take off their sunglasses. Sarah was recognized as the
"Vampire chic." The group stood in the empty parking spot between the SUV, and a
delivery truck.

The weasel eyed the two girls up and down, they shivered as they could
feel him, and his boy's undressing them with their eyes. "You know after we take
care of lover boy here, you two are coming back to my place, and I'll take
really good care of the both of yas. Might even make our own little movie, call
it "I Knows Who You Dun Last Night." He and his boys laughed. Jennifer began to
cry, "Hey don't cry." The hood smiled "I'll make sure you get the starring role,
in the gang bang scene, I know some really talented black guys they'll have you
cummin out all over the place." Sarah glared at him, "You leave her alone you
pig" Weasel looked at Sarah's fresh face, "Chill babe, I know a few guys who'll
pay big buck's ta drive their stakes inta your cunt too. You girls will be
turning $10,000 tricks in no time, or I just might make you my Personal Fuck
Toy!" Sarah glared at him with spite, "Over my dead body, you scum bag!" Mr.
Castallano laughed, "That might not be such a bad idea, but as long as I have
Miss Love here, you'll be a good little whore." One of the thugs stepped up
behind her, pressing his gun in her back he used his free hand to lift up the
hem of her dress. It was pulled all the way up to her waist, revealing her
neatly trimmed chestnut pussy. "Wow, no panties!" He commented. The other men
stared at Sarah's snatch making derogatory remarks. Sarah's face turned red,
with shame, tears glistened in her eye's. Jennifer looked over her shoulder,
"Please, don't hurt my friend mister." The man grinned at her perversely, "Don't
worry slut you'll get yours soon enough." The weasel tore his eyes from Sarah's
rich view, and stared at Jennifer. "That reminds me, I never did get so see your
glory hole." He sneered at Jennifer. "Came on babe, let's have a quick peek."
Jennifer shook her head. "Show us the goods or Mr. Popularity gets whacked. Her
hands shook as she grasped the hem of her skirt. "Came on, we don't got all day
bitch. She slowly pulled her hemline higher and higher, revealing her smooth
white upper thighs. She looked at the floor in shame, trying to think of a way
to forestall the inevitable. The hem of her dress was now only an inch below her
crotch. It was like watching a striptease in slow motion. The three amigos were
getting hard, their mouths were dry with anticipation at seeing this innocent
child's pussy. Sarah stopped crying now that their attention was focused on
Jennifer, it made her feel a bit guilty. Even though her dress was still yanked
up to her waist, and her pubis were exposed for all to see. Suddenly Sarah felt
the man's hand move down over her pelvis, his fingers snaking towards her
private area. She looked at Steve pleading for him to do something. Moving like
a Pentium 3 taking everyone by surprise, he slammed the thug behind him in the
solar plexus, as the man went down Steve twisted the gun from his grasp. The
other thug dropped Sarah's dress, and moved to go between the two girls, Sarah
stomped on mans foot, driving her elbow into stomach, as he doubled over, she
hit him on the back of the neck with both hands. The man went down for the
second time, his gun clattered to the floor. While he was on the ground Sarah
began kicking him, screaming obscenities at the man as he begged for mercy.
Steve was afraid she'd seriously hurt the man. "If you Ever, (kick) touch Me
(kick) Again (kick), I swear I'II Rip (kick) Your Fucking (kick) Heart OUT!" He
was going to feel that in the morning. "Sarah ease up girl." Steve made a mental
note, to never let Sarah get mad at him. Jennifer reacted quickly pulling her
skirt back down faster that the express elevator at the Empire State Building.
She bent over and picked up the shooter before the weasel could grab it. She
pointed it at him shakingly.

Steve had the other guy's rod. "Okay you two, face down, hands behind your
heads, and you Castallano, move over by the delivery truck." Steve barked. "Nice
work girls, Jennifer hand me the gun." Jennifer had a twisted look of rage
covering her face as she aimed the pistol at the perp. "I'm going to shoot the
Fucker." Steve looked at her eyes carefully. "You don't want to do that, he's
not worth it." She looked at Steve unsure of what to do. "He tried to rape me,
said he was going to turn us into whores, and what if he comes after me again?"
Steve spoke softly, "He won't, he doesn't need that kind of trouble, I promise I
won't let him come after you." She glanced at him again, still pointing the gun
at Castallano. Sarah came up behind Jennifer, 'Don't Jennifer, you won't be able
to handle the guilt, give Steve the gun. " Jennifer looked at her friend seeing
a trace of fear on her face, Sarah nodded. She lowered the gun and held it out
to Steve. Gently he took it from her hand and pocketed the gun, she turned and
hugged Sarah, who stroked the back of her head, calming her friend.

Steve pushed the little piss ant up against the truck, and pressed the gun
to his forehead, "Now I know who you are, but you don't know who I am. But since
I'm since such a nice guy, I'll show you my library card." Reaching into his
breast pocket he opened his Company I.D. the mobster looked at the symbol and
letters embossed on the card. He stared back at Steve, with a look of
resignation on his face. Steve went on, "Glad you understand, Mr. Castallano,
because if I even suspect that you, or your people are anywhere near these
girls, or their families. I will have the F.B.I., A.T.F., and the I.R.S so far
up your ass, I'll know what brand of toothpaste you use in the morning " The man
nodded his sweaty brow, a look of fear frozen on his face as Steve said the
letters I.R.S. Doing his best impersonation of Dirty Harry "Good, now listen up,
you and I both know, that I could cap all of you, right now and not even sweat
the finger prints. But I don't need paperwork, and you don't need the facial.
But in the future should you even consider, messing with me, or them. You will
be out of business, permanently. You stay out of their lives, I stay out of
yours. " Steve removed the gun from the man's head, he breathed a sigh of
relief. He backed up to the SUV and got in the back seat. Sarah started the
engine and backed out of the parking space. Steve unloaded the pistols, dropping
the pieces out the window as they left. Sarah drove through the garage at 30mph,
Steve leaned froward, and reminded her to slow down. They got to the exit and
Sarah paid the attendant, he smiled at her not seeing the puffy red eyes behind
the sunglasses.

Not far from the airport Sarah broke into tears, Steve suggested she
pullover and let him drive. She pulled into the safety lane and got out, Steve
stepped out, as did Jennifer. Sarah fell sobbing into his arms, for a few
minutes. Jennifer came around and joined them. Then they got in the back seat,
while Steve drove taking her directions. Occasionally he checked on the girls in
the rearview mirror. Jennifer recounted the story, of what happened on the
plane, to Sarah in more detail. She listened intently holding Jennifer in her
arms. An hour later they arrived at the house, Jennifer asked where they where.
It was a two story Spanish style house, the front lawn was well kept with lots
of trees. There were several other vehicles, parked on the street, and a couple
in the carport. Sarah said it was a NBC studio guesthouse, Steve looked at her
uneasily. Jennifer looked at them puzzled. Sarah held Jennifer's hands, and
spoke quietly, "There is, something I have to tell you Jennifer, and it's a bit
alkward. But it's nothing bad, so don't worry." Jennifer glanced at Steve in the
mirror his face was illegible. She turned her attention back to Sarah. "I wasn't
at the airport to pick you up today." Jennifer shook her head, "But you and the
gang knew I was coming back early. Didn't you volunteer to come get me." Sarah
paused glancing at Steve, "No, I was there to get Steve, I had no idea you were
on that flight, I'm sorry." Jennifer looked back and forth between Sarah and
Steve she was speechless. "You guys know each other?" Steve turned slightly and
nodded in confirmation. "Why didn't you tell me on the plane?" Steve just
shrugged, not knowing how much Sarah was prepared to reveal, "It's complicated."
Her eyes narrowed, "Are you guys involved? " Sarah looked at Steve and tilted
her head to one side, "No not really, it's not quite like that." Jennifer looked
down at the seat, "Oh God, Sarah I think you should kn ow, I Steve and I had
sex." Sarah's brow went up "WHAT!" Steve stiffened, expecting a blow to the back
of his head any second now. Jennifer looked up, "Don't blame Steve, it wasn't
his fault, I had to practically throw myself at him. It was on spur of the
moment. I'm sorry I had no idea." Both of them were surprised when Sarah started
to laugh, she got out of the truck pulling Jennifer towards the house, come on
we'll talk inside. Steve got out, grabbing his briefcase, and laptop.

Upon entering the house, Jennifer received a second shock of the day. In
the living room were some familiar faces, but she wondered why they were there.
Heather Locklear, and Bridget Fonda were sitting in a loveseat, Jennie Garth
sitting on a couch, Alyssa Milano was coming down the stairs, and Winona Ryder
was bringing a tray of cups from the kitchen. She didn't realize that they
seemed to be expecting her. Sarah guided Jennifer Love into the room, and sat
her down on the couch opposite Jennie. The other girls looked worried, something
was not right. Steve came in the door, Alyssa greeted him with a big hug,
kissing him firmly on the lips, "Hi welcome back." they went inside. Jennifer
watched the two, coming into the room. She was intrigued, at how comfortable
Alyssa seemed around him. Then she saw how all the others greeted him with
almost the same familiarity. Steve was not surprised to see Alyssa, Heather and
Jennie. But he was a bit worried when he saw Bridget and Winona.

The girls sat down, Bridget poured coffee and tea for everyone, while
Sarah and Jennifer told them about their ordeal on the flight, and at the
airport. As Sarah told the story, Jennifer held her hands, watching the girls
for their reactions. While they seemed shocked, sympathetic, even frightened for
her. Jennifer felt that they didn't seem too surprised by Steve's handling of
the matter. She noticed that Alyssa sat on the floor close to Steve most of the
time. Finishing the story, Sarah sipped some tea, the cup trembled slightly as
she lifted it to her lips. Winona, wanted to call the police, pointing out that
this guy was organized crime. Heather reminded her that Steve had to be kept out
of it.

Everyone looked at Steve, sitting in a wing backed chair eating a cookie.
He searched the mood of the room cautiously. "That man Castallano, is not a mob
boss, but he is immediate family, and the Castallano is a big family in N.Y.,
but not L.A. If you go to the cops, there is not much they can do. It's our word
against theirs, no one was hurt, except the guy Sarah played soccer with, and
their lawyers will trash your reputation all over the papers. Even if it goes to
court, and you win the lawyers will plea bargain it down to a couple of months
in county and a fine. But let's say it doesn't go that far, you just talk to the
cops. It will get out, if not to the media then definitely, to the family."
Steve pickup his cup. "He'll be the laughing stock of the West Coast, his honor
will be on the line, and he'll get mad maybe do something stupid. The way things
are now. I doubt he wants people to know, that he got taken be a couple of girls
and a writer." Jennifer spoke up "You guy's won't tell anyone about this will
you?" They all shook their heads. Sarah spoke to the group, "As you all know
Jennifer and I have worked together in the past, and I know that I can trust
her. Heather stood up, "Well I guess we have a new member. Welcome to the club
Jennifer." She said sadly. The others nodded in agreement. Jennifer was
confused." Steve?" He could only manage a weak sad smile.

Jennifer looked around even more perplexed than ever, "Okay what's going
on here, does Steve work for all of you?" That brought a chorus of chuckles and
smiles. Winona handed Jennifer a nine day old copy, of the L.A. Times, do you
remember hearing about this, before you went to Japan. Jennifer looked at the
bold headlines, "Actresses Saved from Watery Grave." It was about the car
accident Winona and Bridget had. She recalled hearing on the news how their car
had gone over a cliff and into a river. The report said they would have both
drowned, had not some bystander pulled them from the sinking car. The article
didn't give the rescuer's name. Jennifer looked up and nodded, "It was a couple
days before I left on my trip, are you guys okay?" Both Winona and Bridget
nodded. Jennifer looked at the article again, "Did you find out the name of the
guy pulled you from the car?" She asked benignly. Bridget took the paper from
her, and nodded in Steve's direction, "Take a wild guess." Jennifer was awe
struck, "No way, Steve? That's totally weird, like whoa, freeky!"

She looked around suspiciously at the rest of the girls. Alyssa got up and
sat on the other side of Jennifer. Putting her hand on Jennifer's knee, "What
I'm about to tell you is in the strictest of confidence, no one outside this
room knows about it." Jennifer watched as the other girls moved closer. It was
like on of those horror movies, she though they might pull out knives, and begin
to slash her at any moment. Only Steve's calm disposition eased her mind.
Looking back at Alyssa she nodded slightly. Alyssa continued as Jennie Garth
took the last place on the couch sat behind her. Heather, and Bridget joined
Winona on the opposite sofa. Alyssa spoke in a low tired voice, "Do you remember
the night of the Emmy's?" Jennifer nodded, she had lost to Alyssa in the
category of "Best Supporting Actress", Jennifer was quite disappointed that
night, but happy for Alyssa. "And how Jennie, Sarah and I came in late, well
that's because we were stuck in an elevator at the hotel for an hour. Which is
where we met Mr. Colt." She waved at Steve. Jennifer turned to Sarah "How did
you make it that long aren't you claustrophobic?" Sarah smiled and nodded, "Tell
you later." She motioned for Alyssa to continue the tale.

We all are, but Steve managed to keep us all from having seizures, she
smiled ever so slightly. Jennie hid her grin behind Alyssa head while Sarah
turned away to cough. Alyssa regained her composure, "I left the party early
that night, and returned to the hotel alone. When I got back to my suite a man
came to my door he had some flowers to deliver so without thinking, I let him
in." She paused for a second to gather her thoughts, "After he got in, he
sexually assaulted me." Alyssa's eyes began to mist up, Jennie put a hand on her
shoulder. Jennifer was horrified beyond belief, "I'm sorry it must of been
dreadful." She moved to comfort the brunette. Alyssa steeled herself and went
on, "I tried to resist, he was beat and kicked me until I passed out. When I
came to I was in the bedroom. The guy was on top of me, he had me tied to the
bed, and forced me to, to take his penis into my mouth, and made me suck him
off." Jennifer felt her stomach go queasy. Alyssa went on, "The man! almost
raped me, but fortunately Steve showed up, he pulled him off of me, then they
fought and the man fled. A few minutes later Jennie, Sarah and Heather arrived."


Poor Jennifer was all but overwhelmed at the things she had just learned.
She looked at Steve he just sat there nonchalantly. Jennifer looked quizzically
at Alyssa, "What about the police, did you see a doctor, aren't you afraid the
guy might come back?" Alyssa stared into her cup of coffee, the police weren't
informed, I'm sure Steve scared the guy off for good. Steve arranged for a
private doctor to visit me the next day." The other girls knew the true ending
to the story but they decided Jennifer, didn't need to know, and was to young to
handle a burden like that. Bridget and Winona were told the truth, because of
their backgrounds and age. Winona was on the Board of Directors, of the Polly
Class Foundation, she was the young girl who was kidnapped raped and killed in
1996. So Winona had no conscience where rapists were concerned. Bridget was 34,
and being a member of the Fonda family, well she probably had a closet full of
skeletons to keep.