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11-01-2007, 02:34 PM
“Hollywood Lust”: EPISODE 1
Disclaimer: Do not read any further if you are under age 18 or if graphic sexual content offends you. The actions
depicted by the celebrities in this story are based solely from my imagination. This is not real. If you think it is ...
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April 16th, 1996
Vancouver, British Columbia
As soon as the cab had stopped moving, the door opened allowing Lauren to step out into the chilly night air. When
she did her knee-length skirt rode up a couple of inches, giving the doorman a decent look at her shapely legs.
“Miss” he said enthusiastically, offering her his hand to the
attractive brunette. Lauren didn’t accept it and without
even making eye contact responded with only a tersely spoken “Thanks.” It had been a long day and she wasn’t in the
mood for any kind of small talk with a flirtatious doorman, especially when he had no chance of ever being with her.
It was something that Lauren had realised a long time ago. It had been confusing at the time but she always knew she
was different than most of her friends and classmates. Even an attempt at a so-called “normal relationship” had
proved pointless and in fact had only re-enforced what she knew to be true. That when it came to romantic
relationships she would only ever be able to find happiness with another woman.
Upon entering the hotel she walked purposefully to a reception desk where a young male clerk met her.
“Can I help you with anything?” he asked.
“Yes. Do you have any messages for Lauren Hamilton, Room 406?”
“Just a moment. I’ll check” he replied courteously.
Lauren smiled weakly as he turned towards the pigeonholes behind him. He returned quickly with a piece of paper he
had retrieved.
“Here we are. Only 1 message” the clerk stated, handing Lauren the note. “Thank you.” Lauren opened the folded
paper and began to read it. Lauren,
I’m sorry for this afternoon. I didn’t mean to say what I did. I don’t want to fight with you. I know your flight back to
San Francisco is tomorrow night but I’d like to see you again before then. Please call me.
Love Catherine
Lauren placed the note in her jacket pocket. Looking around and seeing the hotel bar she muttered under her breath,
“God I need a drink.”
Surveying the room, Lauren immediately noticed that the bar was more dimly lit, accentuated by the dark
mahogany-coloured furniture and there was a noticeable lack of smoke normally associated with this kind of
establishment. Thankfully the bar was sparsely populated ... she would not have to fend off the amorous advances of
any half-drunk wannabe studs with a cheesy pick-up line ... allowing Lauren to be alone with her thoughts. Towards
the far end of the room were a man and a woman, deeply engrossed with each other, while 2 Asian gentlemen were
sitting at the bar, talking quietly to each other.
“What’s your poison?” inquired the bartender, which quickly snapped Lauren out of her semi-dazed state.
“Bourbon and coke thanks” replied Lauren, choosing to sit at a private table rather than at the counter.
‘What a day’ she reminded herself as the bartender placed her drink on a napkin in front of her. ‘Attractive young
woman ... recent college graduate ... alone in a strange city ... you’re not in Kansas any more Dorothy’ were some of
the phrases going through Lauren’s mind, until that train of thought was interrupted by the tender sound of a
woman’s voice.
Looking up, Lauren’s gaze became focused on the midriff of the
unidentified figure standing a couple of feet before
her. Her eyes continued their path, moving up, following the sleek outline to the ample curves contained beneath a
black vest. Lauren’s eyes continued on until she was staring at a somewhat familiar face, framed by flaming red hair.
‘God I know this woman from somewhere ... I mean, I’ve seen her
before.’ Lauren was puzzled as to why she
couldn’t place a name with the face and it took a few seconds to realize that she was being spoken to.
“Do you mind if I join you?” the woman asked gently.
“Huh?” was all Lauren could reply with, still trying to identify this woman standing in front of her.
“Can I join you?” was repeated, this time spoken with a little more authority.
“Oh, sure ... be my guest,” Lauren answered, trying to regain her composure as casually as possible.
“Hi. I’m Angie ...”
‘Oh my god! That’s it ... Angie Everhart. A world famous supermodel sitting opposite me in a bar. Now that’s a turn
up,’ Lauren thought to herself, surprised at what was happening ... but pleasantly so and certainly intrigued at the
possibilities.
“Yeah, I know who you are. I’ve seen your picture in a lot of
magazines” Lauren replied, now talking with more
confidence. “My name’s Lauren.”
“Nice to meet you Lauren” Angie replied, cracking a half-smile. Lauren noticed the gesture and allowed herself to
relax a little more.
Silence followed for what seemed like an eternity ... Angie content to just sit back and watch the reaction of the
young woman sitting across the table from her. She was impressed with what she saw, certainly as beautiful as most
of the models she had worked with before, if not more so. As far as Lauren was concerned it was more a case of
intimidation than anything else, so she remained quiet ... uncertain as to what to say. Breaking eye contact Lauren
took a mouthful of the alcoholic beverage she had ordered.
Finally Angie broke the silence with a question, “So did your dog die?” “What do you mean?”
“Well I saw you out in the lobby and now sitting here. You looked upset ... something must be wrong.”
“Oh, you don’t want to hear it ...” came Lauren’s response. It was a flat-out lie but her mother had always told her
that there was nothing wrong with playing a little hard-to-get.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.” Angie leaned forward as she spoke, reducing the distance between the
two of them.
Without hesitation Lauren continued. “I had this heated argument with my Aunt Catherine this afternoon, about the
death of my parents.”
Angie’s jaw dropped when she heard that, “Oh god! I’m sorry about that dead dog crack.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Just then a blast of rain and wind buffeted the window next to them. Both turned and quickly glanced out into the
blackness of the night, but it could do nothing to diminish the rising temperature developing between them and they
resumed their conversation.
“When ...” Angie queried, not wanting to push the issue.
“Last October, it’s almost six months now. A car crash.” Angie noticed that Lauren’s eyes dropped just a touch, but
the action easily conveyed the sadness that Lauren was obviously still feeling.
“Do you want to tell me what the argument was about?”
The genuine sympathy that came across in her voice made Lauren feel warm all over and more than comfortable
enough to tell Angie of the events that had occurred earlier in the day. “Catherine was saying that I should stop
moping about and try and get on my life. I told her that I couldn’t just forget it, like it never happened...”
“Well that doesn’t sound like something to be really upset about ...” Lauren smiled and thought to herself ‘well
you haven’t heard the punch line.’ “Then she said that the way I’ve been
acting, it was like 3 people died in that accident.”
“Ouch. That’s pretty rough.”
“I ran out of her house after that and we haven’t spoke since.” She released an audible sigh before finishing the rest
of her thought. “I just got a message apologizing & asking if I’d see her before I leave tomorrow.”
“Are you going to?” questioned Angie, her curiosity about Lauren now expanding beyond just one of a sexual nature.
“Probably. God I can’t believe I’m telling all this to a total
stranger.” Lauren said it while at the same time almost
breaking into laughter. Even as little as 15 minutes earlier she hadn’t expected that anything could have cheered her
up, yet here she was actually having a good time.
“Sometimes it’s just easier to talk to a stranger than it is to someone you know.” It was a statement that Angie could
have applied to herself and it something that she was very familiar with. Having to move from a small city in Ohio to
living in Paris, at the tender age of 17, without her friends or family had been difficult ... but it was an opportunity
she couldn’t pass up, either personally but especially with regards to her modeling career. Angie knew only too well,
based on first-hand experiences, that it was hard to maintain close friendships when you were required to travel
regularly and you often could only confide in people you didn’t
necessarily spend a lot of time with.
Satisfied that Lauren had finished talking about her parents Angie asked her less emotional question, “You’re leaving
tomorrow?”
“Back home to San Francisco,” Lauren replied, her voice a little louder than earlier ... with little concern if anyone
else in the vicinity could hear her.
“So you’re only visiting your family?”
“Partly. There’s an art exhibition showing that I really wanted to see. I just spent a couple of hours there earlier this
evening.” It was an area that Lauren had a strong personal interest in. “Are you here for a photo shoot?”
“No I’m shooting a movie.”
Lauren’s eyebrows went up. The look of surprise on her face was clearly evident and it was matched by her
comment, “You started acting?”
“Don’t look so shocked. I’ve always loved being in front of the camera. This is just a natural progression ... from
stills to live action.”
“What film are you working on?” She was intrigued as to what Academy Award nominee for Best Picture it could
possibly be. ‘That was a bit harsh’ she thought to herself, but pretty close to the truth no doubt. Still it was better not
to say anything at this stage.
“Bordello of Blood.” ‘Bingo!’ Lauren cleared her throat, concealing a laugh that she would normally have let out.
Not this time though ... not wanting to spoil any possibility of what might be...
“It’s a movie length ‘Tales from the Crypt’ story.”
“Of course,” Lauren said, trying her best to be sincere.
If Angie could have had a choice she probably would have jumped Lauren right there on the table but she realized
that with seduction, timing is everything and it was probably better to get to know her potential bedmate a little
better. “If you travelled up here for an art exhibition then I assume you have a job in that area?”
“Actually I’m not working right now, but I do have a degree in Art History.”
“Art History. Well that’s practical,” Angie snapped back, but without any real malice.
“Well I did a double major at Stanford. Art History and Journalism, I graduated last year.” Lauren beamed with pride
at that statement. A college degree with two majors was something she knew Angie couldn’t compete with ... after all
the general perception of a model was someone with outstanding physical beauty but with the IQ of a saltine, even if
that wasn’t the case with Angie.
“Interesting mix.”
“Journalism was to placate my parents. They wanted me to choose a course that would provide a stable career path
and since my Dad already worked in that field it seemed like a logical choice.” Lauren explained succinctly.
Questioning further, Angie asked, “What did he do?”
“Managing editor of the Worcester Globe. That’s the biggest newspaper where I grew up. It’s the 2nd biggest city in
Massachusetts, next to Boston.”
Confused for a moment Angie remarked quickly, “Wait a minute. How did an East Coast girl end up going to
Stanford?”
“Mom & Dad were not happy, particularly since Dad was a Harvard alum. Being the only child I was expected to
follow in the family footsteps ... or at least attend one of the other Ivy League schools. But it didn’t suit me, I prefer
the lifestyle out here.” Lauren looked down to see that she had started to run her index finger around the top edge of
her glass.
Angie just stared at Lauren privately examining what had just been said. ‘Lifestyle out here... well I think clarifies the
issue.’ “So you majored in something you really had no interest in?” “Not exactly. I worked on my school newspaper
and I liked the reporting aspect of it, but it was never really my
passion. I’d prefer to work in the art world.”
“Well with a degree in Art History you might be able to sit in a museum all day.” The comment by Angie was
dripping with sarcasm.
She decided not to get angry but quickly shot back, “I guess it must sound kind of boring compared to the lifestyle
you’ve lived. Travelling to exotic locations for photo shoots, walking the runways in Paris & Milan ...”
“It was pretty exciting but also exhausting and sometimes it could be pretty tough living out of suitcase.”
“I would’ve have loved to have some of those experiences,” Lauren replied, acknowledging that there was at least
one area she was jealous of.
Angie studied Lauren’s features carefully before boldly stating, “You could still be a model ... I mean you’ve got the
looks for it. High cheekbones, good body and you’re about 5’7’’, that’s tall enough. Plus you’ve got that exotic-type
look photographers love.” With that Angie stretched out her right leg and very lightly caressed her foot along
Lauren’s left leg, starting at the ankle and finishing a few inches below the knee.
The boldness of this move startled and excited her. After a shared glance Lauren quickly turned her head to find out
if anyone else had seen what had happened. She needn’t have worried as the three men at the bar counter were
intently watching a baseball game on ESPN. Lauren was starting to get very aroused and could feel herself becoming
moist in her most intimate of places.
“Can I ask you something personal?” she asked, lowering her voice. “Shoot.”
“I don’t think that listening to my problems is a very appealing way to spend an evening so ...” she paused briefly,
squirming a little uncomfortably before summoning the courage to finish the question, “... why did you ask if you
could join me for a drink?”
“I think you know why ...” Angie seductively answered.
The look that Angie gave, combined with the way the words were spoken was enough to send chills racing up and
down Lauren’s spine.
“So ... uh ... your room or mine?”
Angie smiled widely and was already on her feet when she said “Let’s get out of here.”
Walking across the foyer was agony. They wanted to sprint all the way to the hotel room, eager to experience what
both were lusting after. Fortunately an elevator was waiting and they quickly stepped inside where Angie hit the
number 7 button.
“Hold the elevator please!” came an out-of-breath plea.
Angie hit the button that kept the doors open and was surprised to see her co-star standing there. Lauren had no
problem recognising this woman, Erika Eleniak. Very familiar from her days on Baywatch ... the blonde hair,
surgically enhanced chest ... she was shorter than Lauren had imagined but about as tall as herself.
Erika stepped inside the lift and said “Thanks.” It was only one word but it was unmistakable ... peppy and in a
typical California girl accent.
“Hey. Turning in for the night?” Angie asked.
“Yeah. What about you?” Erika answered.
Without a personal introduction, Angie reeled off, “Lauren and I are going back to my room to have some fun.
You’re welcome to join us.” Lauren was stunned at the openness and aggressive behaviour she had just witnessed.
Angie turned and questioned Lauren, “You don’t mind, do you baby?” Lauren, who had been almost incidental to
the whole exchange up to that point looked at Erika and managed to
stumble out a few words, “Ahh ... no, the more the merrier.”
Erika looking blushed managed to reply, “No thanks. I’m really not into it.”
“Well it’s your loss,” Angie fired back before finishing off, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that the elevator doors
opened to the seventh floor and taking Lauren’s hand in her own walked off down the hallway.
Erika was right behind them as her room was on the same floor. With Angie unlocking the door to her hotel room
Erika stopped. Sensing an opportunity Angie told Erika, “You know when I said that you were welcome to join us I
didn’t mean you had to do anything. You can just watch if you like...” “I’m not sure it’s a good idea...” Erika nervously said.
“Well you could either join us or you can be sexually unsatisfied for another night... or at least until you go back
home and see your boyfriend.” It was a pointed comment by Angie, one designed to hurt since Erika had told her
during filming that she wasn’t involved with anyone and hadn’t been for a couple of months.
It did the trick though when Erika replied with “OK ... but I’m not doing anything.” With that all three women
stepped inside.
No words were spoken as they moved into the bedroom. Erika not wanting to be involved moved to sit in a chair off
to the side. Closing the bedroom door behind her, Angie moved swiftly to Lauren. Both women gazed at each other
with lust-filled eyes. The feelings that had been building up in the bar were rapidly approaching fever pitch with the
realisation of what was about to happen...
They moved closer to each other until their bodies met. Lauren, who could literally feel the butterflies in her
stomach, tilted her head up slightly towards the taller redhead ... their mouths now just a matter of centimetres apart.
Angie reached up, running her hands down Lauren’s well-sculpted face ... then leaned down and softly kissed Lauren
on the lips.
It was innocent, at first ... lips seeking out lips ... but before long the kiss became more frenzied. Angie was first to
move on, extending her tongue to Lauren’s lips. There was no need for a second invitation and Lauren eagerly
accepted it into her mouth and before long was responding with her own. The kiss grew deep and wet ... tongues
grappling for supremacy with each other.
At the same time Angie wrapped her arms around Lauren’s waist, while Lauren slid her own hands up Angie’s arms
and through her hair until they came to rest on the back of her neck. The taste of lipstick was obvious for both
women, on top of the intoxicating scent of perfume that Lauren was wearing. That, combined with the natural scent
that both women were giving off, made for an irresistible assault on the aural senses.
Erika’s eyes widened in disbelief, unable to fathom how she was about to watch two women make love to one
another. Then an even greater mystery dawned on her ... why was she allowing it to happen and what was that tingly
feeling on the inside she was experiencing?
Skillfully Angie moved her hands around to the front and unbuttoned Lauren’s jacket, dropping it to the floor without
breaking lip contact.
Angie’s hands returned to their previous location, but this time continued their downward journey until she had two
handfuls of Lauren’s firm ass. Angie squeezed the pliant flesh and even through the dress fabric was revelling in the
touch sensations she was experiencing. With extreme ease she lowered the zipper on the back of the beige skirt,
allowing it to fall in a bunch at Lauren’s feet. Carefully easing her back a couple of feet until she was free of the
garments, Angie broke off the kiss and forcefully pushed Lauren onto the bed.
“Aaaaaahhh” cried Lauren, caught unaware and slightly disappointed that the kiss had ended. However she certainly
did enjoy playing the submissive role in this situation and it was clear that Angie loved living out some of her
dominant tendencies. The disappointment was short-lived as Angie slinked up next to her on the bed, running her
right hand from over Lauren’s breasts, down her torso, stopping when she reached the top of her panties.
Looking down made Lauren realize that she wished to be wearing
something a little more provocative than plain
white cotton ... but it was too late for do anything about that. Slipping her hand inside the fabric Angie ran her hand
through Lauren’s rapidly dampening pussy hair. “Oh my, we are anxious aren’t we?” Angie quizzed rhetorically.
Lauren’s only reaction was her breathing becoming shallower. With that Angie wrapped her left arm around Lauren’s
lower back for support.
Erika was beginning to get excited by the wanton display before her, the growing moistness in her panties indicating
such. With that she began to gently caress her breasts through her blouse...
Using only her sense of intuition Angie slid her middle finger down the length of Lauren’s slit. “You like that baby?”
“Yeeesssss!” Lauren hissed, arching back ...
Continuing to rub up and down, Angie turned her head and landed little kisses on Lauren’s cheek until she reached
her ear, where she started running her tongue in circles around the outer half. “Mmmmmmmmm, I like that...” ‘You
ain’t seen nothing yet’ thought Angie and with that thrust 2 fingers inside Lauren’s pussy. “Ohhhhhhh Gooooddddd!”
Lauren cried out, the words echoing throughout the room. With the speed and precision of a well-oiled machine
Angie’s slender digits began expertly probing Lauren’s dripping wet love box.
“Ugggggggggh, yeah, that’s it, right theeeeerrrree” screamed Lauren, wishing that nothing would stop the
exhilaration she was feeling. Certainly she was doing her best to ensure it wouldn’t stop, her muscles contracting ...
clamping down on Angie’s fingers, desperate for them to remain inside her. Angie increased the ETA of Lauren’s
impending orgasm by closing her lips around the lower portion of her right earlobe, sucking it into her mouth.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuucccck, I’m .... gonna ... cuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm!” This was quick even for Lauren, but the whole
situation ... the bar seduction, the whole celebrity issue and being watched, had been more exciting than she could
stand. Angie wasn’t about to let it happen easily though, and on the verge of the orgasm withdrew herself from
Lauren’s pussy.
“Wha ... wait ... I’m ...” Lauren tried to get the words out, but failed, still out of breath.
“Not just yet, you horny little slut.” Angie brought her hand up and all three women could clearly see Lauren’s juices
glistening on Angie’s fingers. The odor was overpowering and forced Angie to take her index finger inside her mouth
sample the nectar that had been flowing so freely. With a devilish grin on her face and she turned to Lauren,
“delicious.” Offering the other digit, Lauren had an opportunity to taste herself, a flavour she certainly was not
unfamiliar with.
Angie then grabbed Lauren’s blouse ... ripping it open, sending buttons flying off in all directions. Her panties and
matching bra were effortlessly forsaken and Lauren now lay naked as a jaybird across the bedspread. She watched
Angie start to remove her clothes but being as horny as a three- peckered billy goat, her patience gave in. About to get
up and help expedite the process, Angie barked back at her, “stay right there!” Reluctantly Lauren eased back and
tried to enjoy the show. It was difficult to maintain that resolve ... Angie was deliberate in her actions and for Lauren
the slowness of what was happening made it seem like Chinese prison torture.
Finally peeling off her faded blue jeans and underwear, Angie stood naked before her. Lauren had always preferred
the femme look in her girlfriends but this was unlike anything she had experienced ... Angie’s physical beauty was
unmatched ... supple breasts, untouched by technology ... those long legs ... nice all over tan ... and a natural redhead
to go with it.
Practically diving onto the bed their lips met again in another
passionate embrace. Angie showered kisses on
Lauren’s neck, down until she came into contact with Lauren’s
impressive rack. Alternating rapidly from one to the
other Angie was able to tease both nipples until they were rock-hard. Softer kisses followed over her stomach and
Angie soon was able to run in her tongue into Lauren’s navel. Reaching the top of her pelvis caused Lauren to buck
her hips involuntarily, eliciting a lascivious laugh from Angie. Erika unbuttoned her blouse, then the top of her pants
... allowing room to slip her hand down and begin
manipulating herself towards sexual gratification, amazed at how the carnality of the situation had affected her.
“This is what you want?” Angie asked, kissing all around Lauren’s thighs but avoiding where Lauren really wanted
her mouth.
“Yessss, pleaseeee...” begged Lauren, desperate for the wait to be over...
Angie further heightened the drive by gently blowing air over Lauren’s clit. “Aaaaahahahhhhh.” It was excruciating,
being so close without fulfillment.
“What will you do for me?”
“Anything... god, please don’t make me wait...” The impassioned plea and the look in Lauren’s eyes convinced Angie
that she had waited long enough and without further delay suctioned her lips onto Lauren’s clit hood. “Yeesssssssss,
ooohhhhh yeaaaaaahhhhhhh...” Having already been on the verge of reaching her sexual peak it took Lauren only a
few moments more before she erupted in orgasm.
This didn’t have any effect on Angie, still revelling in the taste sensation that had just burst forth from Lauren’s
snatch. Without pause she ran her tongue down the entire length of Lauren’s pussy lips and up again, before parting
them and diving into the open crevice ... frantically seeking out the tangy fluids. “Ooooooohhhhh, you know just how
to eat my pussy,” mewled Lauren, still trying to recover from the explosion that had hit her. Looking down and seeing
that flowing red hair splayed over her thighs and the beautiful face lapping at her folds was indescribably erotic.
Angie was relentless with her tongue, exploring every nook and cranny she could find, swabbing the inner walls of
Lauren’s core ... sucking up every drop of juice she could find. Lauren was well on the way to her second orgasm of
the night when Angie looked up, “Time for you to return the favour.” With that she climbed up the bed, turned
around and lowered her pussy onto Lauren’s awaiting mouth.
For Erika, slumped back in her chair, she could now only hear what was going on ... her eyes closed, focusing on her
own needs. She steadily increased the pace of her ministrations until she legs closed tightly, holding her hand firmly
ensconced between her thighs until the climax hit her sharply. She screamed out loudly but it went unnoticed by
Angie & Lauren, too busy ... immersed in their own activities. Eager to give back some of the pleasure she had been
receiving, Lauren set to the task at hand. She sank her face into
Angie’s succulent pussy, doing her best to scoop out the cum that was being produced. “Uggggggghhhhhh... yes, yes,
yeeeeaaaaahhhhh...” Angie flung her head back and let out the cry of ecstasy. It had been awhile since her last sexual
experience and none of her previous partners were this good at giving head. Lauren ran her hands down Angie’s back
coming to rest on her ass cheeks.
As much as Lauren was enjoying drinking down Angie’s cunt cream, she was missing the reciprocation that Angie
had given up. Seeking to rectify that situation she spanked Angie’s ass, hard. “Get back to pleasuring me!” she
ordered. Angie grinned slyly and starting working over Lauren’s clit again. It took a few seconds but eventually
Lauren and Angie started grinding in rhythm with each other ...
steering each other to the inevitable climax.
Deciding to add to Angie’s enjoyment, Lauren took a finger and slid it inside her ass causing Angie to let out a
muffled scream. In return Angie started to finger Lauren’s orifice and sucking her clit with a vengeance. It wasn’t too
long before both women reached the height of pleasure, cumming hard against each other ... their bodies convulsing,
the waves of erotic thrills flowing through them. It was a wonder that no one came to investigate the wailing they
were both making.
Gingerly, Angie flipped over and they both sat up, facing each other ... moving around until Angie was straddling
Lauren’s lap, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around Lauren’s upper body. Both were sweating from their
exertions and trembling against each other, ending with Lauren resting her head on Angie’s heaving chest, her arms
clutched tightly around her waist.
After a few minutes of recuperation time Angie glanced over at Erika, who appeared to be in a trance-like state,
asking her, “Did you enjoy the show?”
Recovering, she replied, “It was ... amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
The attention of all three immediately turned when they heard the doorbell ring.
Angie got to her feet, slipping on a plain white hotel robe, saying “It’s OK, I’ll get it.”
Wanting to discuss what had happened with Erika, Lauren was unsure how to broach the topic that was on her mind,
but simply made an honest comment. “I hope you didn’t feel pressured because of Angie’s aggressiveness.”
“No ... I think I really needed this. Since I broke up with Billy I haven’t been very active with ... you know.” Erika
looked down towards the carpeted floor, a little ashamed at what she had just admitted.
Angie swept back into the room pushing the doors wide open before her. She was pushing a small trolley, on top of
which sat two sterling silver bowls. “Anybody want something to eat?” she asked of her companions. Both Lauren
and Erika sat up straighter and saw what was available. The larger bowl contained what appeared to be a couple
dozen strawberries ... each sliced in half, while the smaller one looked to have creamy chocolate icing within.
“Interested Erika?”
“Chocolate covered strawberries? They’re one of my turn-ons,” Erika mumbled, confused as to why they were
available now.
Angie cleared that up quickly. “I know. I read about it in some
magazine interview you gave.”
“You weren’t planning on trying to seduce me were you?” Erika asked, some anger showing through in her words.
“No, but I like to know who I’m working with. Besides no one forced you in here at gunpoint. You chose to be here
... and you can leave any time.” What little anger Erika had upon learning of what she believed had been a setup
evaporated. “Is that what you want?” Angie continued.
“No.”
Lauren, having renourished herself with half-a-dozen strawberries, interjected with her own query into the
conversation . “So Erika, I assume you’re working on the same film as Angie?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Actually we shot a shot scene today that might explain why Erika agreed to join us tonight.”
“Really? What was it?”
Looking at Erika she asked, “Want to explain or shall I do the honours?” Erika was starting to feel a little embarrassed,
knowing what was about to be said but there was nothing she could do
about it. “Go ahead.”
Angie then ripped into a brief description of the movie. “Well my character, Lilith, is a madam at a brothel where all
the prostitutes are vampires. I’m the head vampire.” Lauren was
impressed with Angie’s enthusiasm about what
appeared to be a mediocre film that would probably fade from the box office charts quickly into the ranks of
video-trash wasteland. Unabated, Angie continued on. “Anyway Erika is looking for her brother who disappeared at
the whorehouse and she gets captured. She’s tied up on a rack, bound by her wrists and ankles. I come in and start
feeling all over her body, beginning with her breasts and moving down to her hips where I lift her skirt up around her
waist and start fingering her...”
Interceding, Lauren excitedly fired out, “All right, that’s it. I’m definitely seeing this movie!”
“You don’t actually see it. The action is off-camera and only implied, but I think Erika was secretly enjoying it ... a
lot. Isn’t that true?” Erika blushed at the question, knowing that it was 100% accurate.
“Still hungry Lauren?”
“Sure.”
Angie jumped off the bed and moved over, sitting on the arm of Erika’s chair. She leaned over, encountering no
resistance, and unhooked Erika’s lacy white bra in the front ... exposing what had been proudly displayed on the
pages of Playboy. She then grabbed a strawberry and collected a healthy dollop of chocolate icing, applying it
delicately around and on Erika’s right nipple. Erika jumped at the coldness against her warm skin.
“Well ... come and get it,” Angie replied, staring at Lauren with a devilish grin.
Like a cat stalking its prey Lauren slid off the edge of the bed and on her hands and knees crawled over to the chair.
Without delay she began tonguing all around the ever-hardening nipple making sure that collected all the chocolate
flavouring with a thorough and vigorous working over. Erika, enjoying the feeling reached up and ran her hand
through Lauren’s hair.
“Ohhh god, I like it,” sighed Erika. Angie then repeated the process on Erika’s left breast and took care of it herself.
Having finished with Erika’s heaving chest Lauren moved up and french kissed her. She was pleasantly surprised
when Erika returned the favour with a generous helping of tongue. With Erika’s pants already half open and now that
she was otherwise engaged, Angie took the opportunity to ease Erika off the chair and pull the rest of her clothing
off.
Deciding to get more comfortable they broke contact with each other and moved to the bed. The bedcover was
already scrunched up, half on the floor and the other half sitting on the edge ... a result of the earlier activity between
Lauren and Angie. Erika lay back, nervous but very excited at what was happening. Angie and Lauren took one leg
each and each began kissing their way up Erika’s body.
“Just lay back, relax and enjoy it,” Angie stated pulling Erika’s legs far enough apart to lie between. Lauren moved
up and started kissing her again, caressing her tits, causing her to elicit a deep groan from her throat. Angie
meanwhile had quickly moved into position ... her mouth poised over Erika’s light-brown patch of hair. Without
further ado Angie began lapping at her pussy. She initially noticed the difference in taste from Lauren. Erika was
lighter, more bubbly ... if that was the way to describe it.
In the meantime Lauren had begun teasing Erika’s nipples between her fingers until they were rock-hard. Angie
hadn’t let up at all, busy trying to bring her co-star to new heights of passion. She stopped temporarily though and
looking up into Erika’s eyes said, “Lauren, come and share dessert with me.” Lauren quickly scooched down and laid
next to Angie with Erika spreading her legs to the max.
Angie moved to the tip of the clit while Lauren ran her tongue down Erika’s slit, all the way to the entrance of her
ass. Erika was now delirious with passion, her blonde hair sticking to her forehead. One tongue working on her was
exquisite, but two tongues were inhuman. “Mmmmmmm, there’s nothing quite like the shared flavour of
strawberries and pussy,” Lauren giggled, before sharing a kiss with Angie.
The double-team continued unmercifully. It was like a million small volts of electricity were coursing through her
veins. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, uuuuggggggghhhhhhhh fuck, fuuuuucccckkkkkkkk, ummmmmm, oh god,
aaaaahhhhhhh!!” She felt like had been hit by a ton of bricks as the shapes and texture of the bedroom disappeared
completely into a kaleidoscope of colours.
Having exhausted their energies, the women collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed ... content to lie there in the
semi-darkness, in post-coital bliss. Angie and Lauren both realized that Erika would be in no condition to return the
favour and instead just faced each other, giving small pecks until they felt the need to recharge ... just lying in each
other’s arms.
Silence reigned for several minutes before Erika got up and put her clothes back on quietly.
Angie looked up and noticed what she was doing. “Where are you going?” “Back to my room. We have to be
on the set early tomorrow and ah... I should get a good night’s rest. Nice to meet
you Lauren. See you tomorrow Angie.” And with that she hurriedly exited the bedroom and then the hotel suite.
“Bye.” Angie and Lauren chimed in together, watching Erika disappear. “I think we scared her off,” Lauren noted,
turning her attention back to Angie.
“She’s just probably just confused about what she did and why she did it and isn’t sure how to handle it. Plus she
might be worried that you’re gonna run off to the National Enquirer and give a tell-all interview about your night of
lesbian love together.” Lauren had to giggle at that remark, especially since it was a factor not even considered earlier
and since privacy and public perception were two of the biggest facets of being in the public eye.
‘I’d better allay that’ she thought to herself. Then telling Angie with all seriousness, “You know I would never do
that. Financially I’m secure the rest of my life and besides, it’s a pretty sleazy thing to do.”
“I believe you. Don’t worry about it, I’ll talk to her tomorrow and explain that it can just be a one-time thing if that’s
what she wants and that no one will ever find out about it.”
“Hmmmm, hahahahaha...” chuckled Lauren, considering the events of the evening.
“What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking that the way I was feeling earlier I only
envisioned having a couple of drinks in the bar and going
to bed alone. Never in my wildest dreams could I ever imagined ending up having a threesome with two famous
women.”
“Life can surprise you sometimes...”
“Actually I haven’t been this happy in quite awhile,” Lauren honestly answered, reflecting on the state of her life. She
decided to ask Angie for an answer to a question that had been burning in her brain since their interlude in the bar.
“You’re a celebrity and image is pretty important. You took a big chance coming up to me downstairs the way you
did. If you were wrong and word got into the tabloids it could’ve really affected you ... personally and
professionally.”
“I didn’t think that would happen.”
Lauren pressed on. “Yeah ...but how? How did you know that I’m ...” pausing at the critical juncture. It didn’t matter
though with Angie finishing the sentence, “... gay?”
Lauren nodded her head in agreement.
“Well it was just an instinct I had, which was confirmed when I talked to you.”
Lauren furrowed her brow, slightly confused at the comment.
Angie elaborated further, “Working in the fashion industry for the last 10 years you get a sense for ... what people
like.”
“Are you only into women?” Lauren knew the answer and Angie’s
reputation of dating famous men, rumoured or
not, was well documented.
“Me? No, I like men but ... uh ... every so often I definitely get a craving for something softer, something only a
woman can provide. You’re not angry because-”
“... You used me to satisfy your sexual appetite?” Lauren interrupted. “No of course not...” It was spoken with a
self-mocking tone and both women broke into laughter because of it. “Your parents didn’t know about your
sexual preference, did they?” asked Angie, in a more serious tone.
“No.”
“Why didn’t you tell them?”
“I know my parents. They wouldn’t have understood,” replied Lauren, content in the fact that she was right, even
though it had hurt her greatly growing up.
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yeah. It was hard enough for me to get them to accept that I was majoring in Art History. They couldn’t have
handled me coming out of the closet,” joked Lauren, hiding her hurt well.
“You think that wouldn’t have been proud of you?”
“Something like that,” Lauren answered, the disappointment in her voice obvious to Angie.
Giving a rhetorical response Angie said, “They saw you graduate though didn’t they? That must have made them
happy,” trying her best to cheer Lauren up.
“Yeah they were very happy about it,” came the reply, a hint of
happiness coming through.
“That was the main reason why you didn’t go to an East Coast school and ended up attending a college all the way
across the country, wasn’t it?”
Lauren looked at Angie wondering how, after only a few hours, did this woman know her so well. “That’s pretty
perceptive. You a mind reader as well?”
“Just because I was a model doesn’t mean I’m the stereotypical
airhead,” Angie snapped back with, ready with an
answer for everything. Venturing further, “You want my opinion as to why you can’t move past their deaths?”
Curious as to what that opinion would be Lauren asked to hear it. “Enlighten me.”
“In spite of the apprehensions you had about telling your parents, which may have been totally accurate, you feel
guilty that you never gave them the opportunity to make that decision. And now you blame yourself because they will
never have the chance to make it.”
The assessment couldn’t have been more correct and Lauren felt like an arrow had been shot right through her heart.
“Since you seem to have all the answers, any suggestions on how I get past this?”
“Does anyone else in your family know?”
Lauren didn’t have to give it much consideration. The only person she’d ever come out to, other than her girlfriends -
of which there was no need, was her high school friend Jack Taylor. “None of my remaining family know.”
“Well you’re supposed to see your aunt tomorrow. Why don’t you tell her and see what the reaction is?”
Lauren knew it made perfect sense ... a chance for redemption, but decided to approach it cautiously. “I’ll see what
happens.”
Now that had been taken care of, Angie lay on her side and propped herself up with her right arm, tenderly running
her fingers over Lauren’s upper arm. “Have you ever thought about working in movies?”
“I’ve never really had any desire to be an actress.”
“You don’t have to be an actress. I’m sure with your skills you could get a job working behind the camera
somewhere. It could give you greater access in meeting other famous women...”
The comment snapped Lauren out of her semi-slumber, eyes opening wider ... her interest suddenly piqued again.
Curiosity aroused, she asked, “Like who?”
“I don’t know. I’m new to this myself, but given that Hollywood tends, or at least appears to be more liberal and
understanding, I’m sure you’d meet a few along the way.” Angie grinned knowingly, having experienced it in the not
too far removed modeling industry.
“A career in film?” Lauren said to herself rhetorically. “Has some possibili-”
Her sentence was cut off mid-stream when Angie’s lips descended onto her own, capturing her in another passionate
embrace. Their night was not over by a long shot ... but thinking about it, the idea now implanted in her thought
processes, Lauren knew that the best adventures could be yet to come. This could be very interesting ...
END of Episode 1
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April 16th, 1996
Vancouver, British Columbia
As soon as the cab had stopped moving, the door opened allowing Lauren to step out into the chilly night air. When
she did her knee-length skirt rode up a couple of inches, giving the doorman a decent look at her shapely legs.
“Miss” he said enthusiastically, offering her his hand to the
attractive brunette. Lauren didn’t accept it and without
even making eye contact responded with only a tersely spoken “Thanks.” It had been a long day and she wasn’t in the
mood for any kind of small talk with a flirtatious doorman, especially when he had no chance of ever being with her.
It was something that Lauren had realised a long time ago. It had been confusing at the time but she always knew she
was different than most of her friends and classmates. Even an attempt at a so-called “normal relationship” had
proved pointless and in fact had only re-enforced what she knew to be true. That when it came to romantic
relationships she would only ever be able to find happiness with another woman.
Upon entering the hotel she walked purposefully to a reception desk where a young male clerk met her.
“Can I help you with anything?” he asked.
“Yes. Do you have any messages for Lauren Hamilton, Room 406?”
“Just a moment. I’ll check” he replied courteously.
Lauren smiled weakly as he turned towards the pigeonholes behind him. He returned quickly with a piece of paper he
had retrieved.
“Here we are. Only 1 message” the clerk stated, handing Lauren the note. “Thank you.” Lauren opened the folded
paper and began to read it. Lauren,
I’m sorry for this afternoon. I didn’t mean to say what I did. I don’t want to fight with you. I know your flight back to
San Francisco is tomorrow night but I’d like to see you again before then. Please call me.
Love Catherine
Lauren placed the note in her jacket pocket. Looking around and seeing the hotel bar she muttered under her breath,
“God I need a drink.”
Surveying the room, Lauren immediately noticed that the bar was more dimly lit, accentuated by the dark
mahogany-coloured furniture and there was a noticeable lack of smoke normally associated with this kind of
establishment. Thankfully the bar was sparsely populated ... she would not have to fend off the amorous advances of
any half-drunk wannabe studs with a cheesy pick-up line ... allowing Lauren to be alone with her thoughts. Towards
the far end of the room were a man and a woman, deeply engrossed with each other, while 2 Asian gentlemen were
sitting at the bar, talking quietly to each other.
“What’s your poison?” inquired the bartender, which quickly snapped Lauren out of her semi-dazed state.
“Bourbon and coke thanks” replied Lauren, choosing to sit at a private table rather than at the counter.
‘What a day’ she reminded herself as the bartender placed her drink on a napkin in front of her. ‘Attractive young
woman ... recent college graduate ... alone in a strange city ... you’re not in Kansas any more Dorothy’ were some of
the phrases going through Lauren’s mind, until that train of thought was interrupted by the tender sound of a
woman’s voice.
Looking up, Lauren’s gaze became focused on the midriff of the
unidentified figure standing a couple of feet before
her. Her eyes continued their path, moving up, following the sleek outline to the ample curves contained beneath a
black vest. Lauren’s eyes continued on until she was staring at a somewhat familiar face, framed by flaming red hair.
‘God I know this woman from somewhere ... I mean, I’ve seen her
before.’ Lauren was puzzled as to why she
couldn’t place a name with the face and it took a few seconds to realize that she was being spoken to.
“Do you mind if I join you?” the woman asked gently.
“Huh?” was all Lauren could reply with, still trying to identify this woman standing in front of her.
“Can I join you?” was repeated, this time spoken with a little more authority.
“Oh, sure ... be my guest,” Lauren answered, trying to regain her composure as casually as possible.
“Hi. I’m Angie ...”
‘Oh my god! That’s it ... Angie Everhart. A world famous supermodel sitting opposite me in a bar. Now that’s a turn
up,’ Lauren thought to herself, surprised at what was happening ... but pleasantly so and certainly intrigued at the
possibilities.
“Yeah, I know who you are. I’ve seen your picture in a lot of
magazines” Lauren replied, now talking with more
confidence. “My name’s Lauren.”
“Nice to meet you Lauren” Angie replied, cracking a half-smile. Lauren noticed the gesture and allowed herself to
relax a little more.
Silence followed for what seemed like an eternity ... Angie content to just sit back and watch the reaction of the
young woman sitting across the table from her. She was impressed with what she saw, certainly as beautiful as most
of the models she had worked with before, if not more so. As far as Lauren was concerned it was more a case of
intimidation than anything else, so she remained quiet ... uncertain as to what to say. Breaking eye contact Lauren
took a mouthful of the alcoholic beverage she had ordered.
Finally Angie broke the silence with a question, “So did your dog die?” “What do you mean?”
“Well I saw you out in the lobby and now sitting here. You looked upset ... something must be wrong.”
“Oh, you don’t want to hear it ...” came Lauren’s response. It was a flat-out lie but her mother had always told her
that there was nothing wrong with playing a little hard-to-get.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.” Angie leaned forward as she spoke, reducing the distance between the
two of them.
Without hesitation Lauren continued. “I had this heated argument with my Aunt Catherine this afternoon, about the
death of my parents.”
Angie’s jaw dropped when she heard that, “Oh god! I’m sorry about that dead dog crack.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Just then a blast of rain and wind buffeted the window next to them. Both turned and quickly glanced out into the
blackness of the night, but it could do nothing to diminish the rising temperature developing between them and they
resumed their conversation.
“When ...” Angie queried, not wanting to push the issue.
“Last October, it’s almost six months now. A car crash.” Angie noticed that Lauren’s eyes dropped just a touch, but
the action easily conveyed the sadness that Lauren was obviously still feeling.
“Do you want to tell me what the argument was about?”
The genuine sympathy that came across in her voice made Lauren feel warm all over and more than comfortable
enough to tell Angie of the events that had occurred earlier in the day. “Catherine was saying that I should stop
moping about and try and get on my life. I told her that I couldn’t just forget it, like it never happened...”
“Well that doesn’t sound like something to be really upset about ...” Lauren smiled and thought to herself ‘well
you haven’t heard the punch line.’ “Then she said that the way I’ve been
acting, it was like 3 people died in that accident.”
“Ouch. That’s pretty rough.”
“I ran out of her house after that and we haven’t spoke since.” She released an audible sigh before finishing the rest
of her thought. “I just got a message apologizing & asking if I’d see her before I leave tomorrow.”
“Are you going to?” questioned Angie, her curiosity about Lauren now expanding beyond just one of a sexual nature.
“Probably. God I can’t believe I’m telling all this to a total
stranger.” Lauren said it while at the same time almost
breaking into laughter. Even as little as 15 minutes earlier she hadn’t expected that anything could have cheered her
up, yet here she was actually having a good time.
“Sometimes it’s just easier to talk to a stranger than it is to someone you know.” It was a statement that Angie could
have applied to herself and it something that she was very familiar with. Having to move from a small city in Ohio to
living in Paris, at the tender age of 17, without her friends or family had been difficult ... but it was an opportunity
she couldn’t pass up, either personally but especially with regards to her modeling career. Angie knew only too well,
based on first-hand experiences, that it was hard to maintain close friendships when you were required to travel
regularly and you often could only confide in people you didn’t
necessarily spend a lot of time with.
Satisfied that Lauren had finished talking about her parents Angie asked her less emotional question, “You’re leaving
tomorrow?”
“Back home to San Francisco,” Lauren replied, her voice a little louder than earlier ... with little concern if anyone
else in the vicinity could hear her.
“So you’re only visiting your family?”
“Partly. There’s an art exhibition showing that I really wanted to see. I just spent a couple of hours there earlier this
evening.” It was an area that Lauren had a strong personal interest in. “Are you here for a photo shoot?”
“No I’m shooting a movie.”
Lauren’s eyebrows went up. The look of surprise on her face was clearly evident and it was matched by her
comment, “You started acting?”
“Don’t look so shocked. I’ve always loved being in front of the camera. This is just a natural progression ... from
stills to live action.”
“What film are you working on?” She was intrigued as to what Academy Award nominee for Best Picture it could
possibly be. ‘That was a bit harsh’ she thought to herself, but pretty close to the truth no doubt. Still it was better not
to say anything at this stage.
“Bordello of Blood.” ‘Bingo!’ Lauren cleared her throat, concealing a laugh that she would normally have let out.
Not this time though ... not wanting to spoil any possibility of what might be...
“It’s a movie length ‘Tales from the Crypt’ story.”
“Of course,” Lauren said, trying her best to be sincere.
If Angie could have had a choice she probably would have jumped Lauren right there on the table but she realized
that with seduction, timing is everything and it was probably better to get to know her potential bedmate a little
better. “If you travelled up here for an art exhibition then I assume you have a job in that area?”
“Actually I’m not working right now, but I do have a degree in Art History.”
“Art History. Well that’s practical,” Angie snapped back, but without any real malice.
“Well I did a double major at Stanford. Art History and Journalism, I graduated last year.” Lauren beamed with pride
at that statement. A college degree with two majors was something she knew Angie couldn’t compete with ... after all
the general perception of a model was someone with outstanding physical beauty but with the IQ of a saltine, even if
that wasn’t the case with Angie.
“Interesting mix.”
“Journalism was to placate my parents. They wanted me to choose a course that would provide a stable career path
and since my Dad already worked in that field it seemed like a logical choice.” Lauren explained succinctly.
Questioning further, Angie asked, “What did he do?”
“Managing editor of the Worcester Globe. That’s the biggest newspaper where I grew up. It’s the 2nd biggest city in
Massachusetts, next to Boston.”
Confused for a moment Angie remarked quickly, “Wait a minute. How did an East Coast girl end up going to
Stanford?”
“Mom & Dad were not happy, particularly since Dad was a Harvard alum. Being the only child I was expected to
follow in the family footsteps ... or at least attend one of the other Ivy League schools. But it didn’t suit me, I prefer
the lifestyle out here.” Lauren looked down to see that she had started to run her index finger around the top edge of
her glass.
Angie just stared at Lauren privately examining what had just been said. ‘Lifestyle out here... well I think clarifies the
issue.’ “So you majored in something you really had no interest in?” “Not exactly. I worked on my school newspaper
and I liked the reporting aspect of it, but it was never really my
passion. I’d prefer to work in the art world.”
“Well with a degree in Art History you might be able to sit in a museum all day.” The comment by Angie was
dripping with sarcasm.
She decided not to get angry but quickly shot back, “I guess it must sound kind of boring compared to the lifestyle
you’ve lived. Travelling to exotic locations for photo shoots, walking the runways in Paris & Milan ...”
“It was pretty exciting but also exhausting and sometimes it could be pretty tough living out of suitcase.”
“I would’ve have loved to have some of those experiences,” Lauren replied, acknowledging that there was at least
one area she was jealous of.
Angie studied Lauren’s features carefully before boldly stating, “You could still be a model ... I mean you’ve got the
looks for it. High cheekbones, good body and you’re about 5’7’’, that’s tall enough. Plus you’ve got that exotic-type
look photographers love.” With that Angie stretched out her right leg and very lightly caressed her foot along
Lauren’s left leg, starting at the ankle and finishing a few inches below the knee.
The boldness of this move startled and excited her. After a shared glance Lauren quickly turned her head to find out
if anyone else had seen what had happened. She needn’t have worried as the three men at the bar counter were
intently watching a baseball game on ESPN. Lauren was starting to get very aroused and could feel herself becoming
moist in her most intimate of places.
“Can I ask you something personal?” she asked, lowering her voice. “Shoot.”
“I don’t think that listening to my problems is a very appealing way to spend an evening so ...” she paused briefly,
squirming a little uncomfortably before summoning the courage to finish the question, “... why did you ask if you
could join me for a drink?”
“I think you know why ...” Angie seductively answered.
The look that Angie gave, combined with the way the words were spoken was enough to send chills racing up and
down Lauren’s spine.
“So ... uh ... your room or mine?”
Angie smiled widely and was already on her feet when she said “Let’s get out of here.”
Walking across the foyer was agony. They wanted to sprint all the way to the hotel room, eager to experience what
both were lusting after. Fortunately an elevator was waiting and they quickly stepped inside where Angie hit the
number 7 button.
“Hold the elevator please!” came an out-of-breath plea.
Angie hit the button that kept the doors open and was surprised to see her co-star standing there. Lauren had no
problem recognising this woman, Erika Eleniak. Very familiar from her days on Baywatch ... the blonde hair,
surgically enhanced chest ... she was shorter than Lauren had imagined but about as tall as herself.
Erika stepped inside the lift and said “Thanks.” It was only one word but it was unmistakable ... peppy and in a
typical California girl accent.
“Hey. Turning in for the night?” Angie asked.
“Yeah. What about you?” Erika answered.
Without a personal introduction, Angie reeled off, “Lauren and I are going back to my room to have some fun.
You’re welcome to join us.” Lauren was stunned at the openness and aggressive behaviour she had just witnessed.
Angie turned and questioned Lauren, “You don’t mind, do you baby?” Lauren, who had been almost incidental to
the whole exchange up to that point looked at Erika and managed to
stumble out a few words, “Ahh ... no, the more the merrier.”
Erika looking blushed managed to reply, “No thanks. I’m really not into it.”
“Well it’s your loss,” Angie fired back before finishing off, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that the elevator doors
opened to the seventh floor and taking Lauren’s hand in her own walked off down the hallway.
Erika was right behind them as her room was on the same floor. With Angie unlocking the door to her hotel room
Erika stopped. Sensing an opportunity Angie told Erika, “You know when I said that you were welcome to join us I
didn’t mean you had to do anything. You can just watch if you like...” “I’m not sure it’s a good idea...” Erika nervously said.
“Well you could either join us or you can be sexually unsatisfied for another night... or at least until you go back
home and see your boyfriend.” It was a pointed comment by Angie, one designed to hurt since Erika had told her
during filming that she wasn’t involved with anyone and hadn’t been for a couple of months.
It did the trick though when Erika replied with “OK ... but I’m not doing anything.” With that all three women
stepped inside.
No words were spoken as they moved into the bedroom. Erika not wanting to be involved moved to sit in a chair off
to the side. Closing the bedroom door behind her, Angie moved swiftly to Lauren. Both women gazed at each other
with lust-filled eyes. The feelings that had been building up in the bar were rapidly approaching fever pitch with the
realisation of what was about to happen...
They moved closer to each other until their bodies met. Lauren, who could literally feel the butterflies in her
stomach, tilted her head up slightly towards the taller redhead ... their mouths now just a matter of centimetres apart.
Angie reached up, running her hands down Lauren’s well-sculpted face ... then leaned down and softly kissed Lauren
on the lips.
It was innocent, at first ... lips seeking out lips ... but before long the kiss became more frenzied. Angie was first to
move on, extending her tongue to Lauren’s lips. There was no need for a second invitation and Lauren eagerly
accepted it into her mouth and before long was responding with her own. The kiss grew deep and wet ... tongues
grappling for supremacy with each other.
At the same time Angie wrapped her arms around Lauren’s waist, while Lauren slid her own hands up Angie’s arms
and through her hair until they came to rest on the back of her neck. The taste of lipstick was obvious for both
women, on top of the intoxicating scent of perfume that Lauren was wearing. That, combined with the natural scent
that both women were giving off, made for an irresistible assault on the aural senses.
Erika’s eyes widened in disbelief, unable to fathom how she was about to watch two women make love to one
another. Then an even greater mystery dawned on her ... why was she allowing it to happen and what was that tingly
feeling on the inside she was experiencing?
Skillfully Angie moved her hands around to the front and unbuttoned Lauren’s jacket, dropping it to the floor without
breaking lip contact.
Angie’s hands returned to their previous location, but this time continued their downward journey until she had two
handfuls of Lauren’s firm ass. Angie squeezed the pliant flesh and even through the dress fabric was revelling in the
touch sensations she was experiencing. With extreme ease she lowered the zipper on the back of the beige skirt,
allowing it to fall in a bunch at Lauren’s feet. Carefully easing her back a couple of feet until she was free of the
garments, Angie broke off the kiss and forcefully pushed Lauren onto the bed.
“Aaaaaahhh” cried Lauren, caught unaware and slightly disappointed that the kiss had ended. However she certainly
did enjoy playing the submissive role in this situation and it was clear that Angie loved living out some of her
dominant tendencies. The disappointment was short-lived as Angie slinked up next to her on the bed, running her
right hand from over Lauren’s breasts, down her torso, stopping when she reached the top of her panties.
Looking down made Lauren realize that she wished to be wearing
something a little more provocative than plain
white cotton ... but it was too late for do anything about that. Slipping her hand inside the fabric Angie ran her hand
through Lauren’s rapidly dampening pussy hair. “Oh my, we are anxious aren’t we?” Angie quizzed rhetorically.
Lauren’s only reaction was her breathing becoming shallower. With that Angie wrapped her left arm around Lauren’s
lower back for support.
Erika was beginning to get excited by the wanton display before her, the growing moistness in her panties indicating
such. With that she began to gently caress her breasts through her blouse...
Using only her sense of intuition Angie slid her middle finger down the length of Lauren’s slit. “You like that baby?”
“Yeeesssss!” Lauren hissed, arching back ...
Continuing to rub up and down, Angie turned her head and landed little kisses on Lauren’s cheek until she reached
her ear, where she started running her tongue in circles around the outer half. “Mmmmmmmmm, I like that...” ‘You
ain’t seen nothing yet’ thought Angie and with that thrust 2 fingers inside Lauren’s pussy. “Ohhhhhhh Gooooddddd!”
Lauren cried out, the words echoing throughout the room. With the speed and precision of a well-oiled machine
Angie’s slender digits began expertly probing Lauren’s dripping wet love box.
“Ugggggggggh, yeah, that’s it, right theeeeerrrree” screamed Lauren, wishing that nothing would stop the
exhilaration she was feeling. Certainly she was doing her best to ensure it wouldn’t stop, her muscles contracting ...
clamping down on Angie’s fingers, desperate for them to remain inside her. Angie increased the ETA of Lauren’s
impending orgasm by closing her lips around the lower portion of her right earlobe, sucking it into her mouth.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuucccck, I’m .... gonna ... cuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm!” This was quick even for Lauren, but the whole
situation ... the bar seduction, the whole celebrity issue and being watched, had been more exciting than she could
stand. Angie wasn’t about to let it happen easily though, and on the verge of the orgasm withdrew herself from
Lauren’s pussy.
“Wha ... wait ... I’m ...” Lauren tried to get the words out, but failed, still out of breath.
“Not just yet, you horny little slut.” Angie brought her hand up and all three women could clearly see Lauren’s juices
glistening on Angie’s fingers. The odor was overpowering and forced Angie to take her index finger inside her mouth
sample the nectar that had been flowing so freely. With a devilish grin on her face and she turned to Lauren,
“delicious.” Offering the other digit, Lauren had an opportunity to taste herself, a flavour she certainly was not
unfamiliar with.
Angie then grabbed Lauren’s blouse ... ripping it open, sending buttons flying off in all directions. Her panties and
matching bra were effortlessly forsaken and Lauren now lay naked as a jaybird across the bedspread. She watched
Angie start to remove her clothes but being as horny as a three- peckered billy goat, her patience gave in. About to get
up and help expedite the process, Angie barked back at her, “stay right there!” Reluctantly Lauren eased back and
tried to enjoy the show. It was difficult to maintain that resolve ... Angie was deliberate in her actions and for Lauren
the slowness of what was happening made it seem like Chinese prison torture.
Finally peeling off her faded blue jeans and underwear, Angie stood naked before her. Lauren had always preferred
the femme look in her girlfriends but this was unlike anything she had experienced ... Angie’s physical beauty was
unmatched ... supple breasts, untouched by technology ... those long legs ... nice all over tan ... and a natural redhead
to go with it.
Practically diving onto the bed their lips met again in another
passionate embrace. Angie showered kisses on
Lauren’s neck, down until she came into contact with Lauren’s
impressive rack. Alternating rapidly from one to the
other Angie was able to tease both nipples until they were rock-hard. Softer kisses followed over her stomach and
Angie soon was able to run in her tongue into Lauren’s navel. Reaching the top of her pelvis caused Lauren to buck
her hips involuntarily, eliciting a lascivious laugh from Angie. Erika unbuttoned her blouse, then the top of her pants
... allowing room to slip her hand down and begin
manipulating herself towards sexual gratification, amazed at how the carnality of the situation had affected her.
“This is what you want?” Angie asked, kissing all around Lauren’s thighs but avoiding where Lauren really wanted
her mouth.
“Yessss, pleaseeee...” begged Lauren, desperate for the wait to be over...
Angie further heightened the drive by gently blowing air over Lauren’s clit. “Aaaaahahahhhhh.” It was excruciating,
being so close without fulfillment.
“What will you do for me?”
“Anything... god, please don’t make me wait...” The impassioned plea and the look in Lauren’s eyes convinced Angie
that she had waited long enough and without further delay suctioned her lips onto Lauren’s clit hood. “Yeesssssssss,
ooohhhhh yeaaaaaahhhhhhh...” Having already been on the verge of reaching her sexual peak it took Lauren only a
few moments more before she erupted in orgasm.
This didn’t have any effect on Angie, still revelling in the taste sensation that had just burst forth from Lauren’s
snatch. Without pause she ran her tongue down the entire length of Lauren’s pussy lips and up again, before parting
them and diving into the open crevice ... frantically seeking out the tangy fluids. “Ooooooohhhhh, you know just how
to eat my pussy,” mewled Lauren, still trying to recover from the explosion that had hit her. Looking down and seeing
that flowing red hair splayed over her thighs and the beautiful face lapping at her folds was indescribably erotic.
Angie was relentless with her tongue, exploring every nook and cranny she could find, swabbing the inner walls of
Lauren’s core ... sucking up every drop of juice she could find. Lauren was well on the way to her second orgasm of
the night when Angie looked up, “Time for you to return the favour.” With that she climbed up the bed, turned
around and lowered her pussy onto Lauren’s awaiting mouth.
For Erika, slumped back in her chair, she could now only hear what was going on ... her eyes closed, focusing on her
own needs. She steadily increased the pace of her ministrations until she legs closed tightly, holding her hand firmly
ensconced between her thighs until the climax hit her sharply. She screamed out loudly but it went unnoticed by
Angie & Lauren, too busy ... immersed in their own activities. Eager to give back some of the pleasure she had been
receiving, Lauren set to the task at hand. She sank her face into
Angie’s succulent pussy, doing her best to scoop out the cum that was being produced. “Uggggggghhhhhh... yes, yes,
yeeeeaaaaahhhhh...” Angie flung her head back and let out the cry of ecstasy. It had been awhile since her last sexual
experience and none of her previous partners were this good at giving head. Lauren ran her hands down Angie’s back
coming to rest on her ass cheeks.
As much as Lauren was enjoying drinking down Angie’s cunt cream, she was missing the reciprocation that Angie
had given up. Seeking to rectify that situation she spanked Angie’s ass, hard. “Get back to pleasuring me!” she
ordered. Angie grinned slyly and starting working over Lauren’s clit again. It took a few seconds but eventually
Lauren and Angie started grinding in rhythm with each other ...
steering each other to the inevitable climax.
Deciding to add to Angie’s enjoyment, Lauren took a finger and slid it inside her ass causing Angie to let out a
muffled scream. In return Angie started to finger Lauren’s orifice and sucking her clit with a vengeance. It wasn’t too
long before both women reached the height of pleasure, cumming hard against each other ... their bodies convulsing,
the waves of erotic thrills flowing through them. It was a wonder that no one came to investigate the wailing they
were both making.
Gingerly, Angie flipped over and they both sat up, facing each other ... moving around until Angie was straddling
Lauren’s lap, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around Lauren’s upper body. Both were sweating from their
exertions and trembling against each other, ending with Lauren resting her head on Angie’s heaving chest, her arms
clutched tightly around her waist.
After a few minutes of recuperation time Angie glanced over at Erika, who appeared to be in a trance-like state,
asking her, “Did you enjoy the show?”
Recovering, she replied, “It was ... amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
The attention of all three immediately turned when they heard the doorbell ring.
Angie got to her feet, slipping on a plain white hotel robe, saying “It’s OK, I’ll get it.”
Wanting to discuss what had happened with Erika, Lauren was unsure how to broach the topic that was on her mind,
but simply made an honest comment. “I hope you didn’t feel pressured because of Angie’s aggressiveness.”
“No ... I think I really needed this. Since I broke up with Billy I haven’t been very active with ... you know.” Erika
looked down towards the carpeted floor, a little ashamed at what she had just admitted.
Angie swept back into the room pushing the doors wide open before her. She was pushing a small trolley, on top of
which sat two sterling silver bowls. “Anybody want something to eat?” she asked of her companions. Both Lauren
and Erika sat up straighter and saw what was available. The larger bowl contained what appeared to be a couple
dozen strawberries ... each sliced in half, while the smaller one looked to have creamy chocolate icing within.
“Interested Erika?”
“Chocolate covered strawberries? They’re one of my turn-ons,” Erika mumbled, confused as to why they were
available now.
Angie cleared that up quickly. “I know. I read about it in some
magazine interview you gave.”
“You weren’t planning on trying to seduce me were you?” Erika asked, some anger showing through in her words.
“No, but I like to know who I’m working with. Besides no one forced you in here at gunpoint. You chose to be here
... and you can leave any time.” What little anger Erika had upon learning of what she believed had been a setup
evaporated. “Is that what you want?” Angie continued.
“No.”
Lauren, having renourished herself with half-a-dozen strawberries, interjected with her own query into the
conversation . “So Erika, I assume you’re working on the same film as Angie?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Actually we shot a shot scene today that might explain why Erika agreed to join us tonight.”
“Really? What was it?”
Looking at Erika she asked, “Want to explain or shall I do the honours?” Erika was starting to feel a little embarrassed,
knowing what was about to be said but there was nothing she could do
about it. “Go ahead.”
Angie then ripped into a brief description of the movie. “Well my character, Lilith, is a madam at a brothel where all
the prostitutes are vampires. I’m the head vampire.” Lauren was
impressed with Angie’s enthusiasm about what
appeared to be a mediocre film that would probably fade from the box office charts quickly into the ranks of
video-trash wasteland. Unabated, Angie continued on. “Anyway Erika is looking for her brother who disappeared at
the whorehouse and she gets captured. She’s tied up on a rack, bound by her wrists and ankles. I come in and start
feeling all over her body, beginning with her breasts and moving down to her hips where I lift her skirt up around her
waist and start fingering her...”
Interceding, Lauren excitedly fired out, “All right, that’s it. I’m definitely seeing this movie!”
“You don’t actually see it. The action is off-camera and only implied, but I think Erika was secretly enjoying it ... a
lot. Isn’t that true?” Erika blushed at the question, knowing that it was 100% accurate.
“Still hungry Lauren?”
“Sure.”
Angie jumped off the bed and moved over, sitting on the arm of Erika’s chair. She leaned over, encountering no
resistance, and unhooked Erika’s lacy white bra in the front ... exposing what had been proudly displayed on the
pages of Playboy. She then grabbed a strawberry and collected a healthy dollop of chocolate icing, applying it
delicately around and on Erika’s right nipple. Erika jumped at the coldness against her warm skin.
“Well ... come and get it,” Angie replied, staring at Lauren with a devilish grin.
Like a cat stalking its prey Lauren slid off the edge of the bed and on her hands and knees crawled over to the chair.
Without delay she began tonguing all around the ever-hardening nipple making sure that collected all the chocolate
flavouring with a thorough and vigorous working over. Erika, enjoying the feeling reached up and ran her hand
through Lauren’s hair.
“Ohhh god, I like it,” sighed Erika. Angie then repeated the process on Erika’s left breast and took care of it herself.
Having finished with Erika’s heaving chest Lauren moved up and french kissed her. She was pleasantly surprised
when Erika returned the favour with a generous helping of tongue. With Erika’s pants already half open and now that
she was otherwise engaged, Angie took the opportunity to ease Erika off the chair and pull the rest of her clothing
off.
Deciding to get more comfortable they broke contact with each other and moved to the bed. The bedcover was
already scrunched up, half on the floor and the other half sitting on the edge ... a result of the earlier activity between
Lauren and Angie. Erika lay back, nervous but very excited at what was happening. Angie and Lauren took one leg
each and each began kissing their way up Erika’s body.
“Just lay back, relax and enjoy it,” Angie stated pulling Erika’s legs far enough apart to lie between. Lauren moved
up and started kissing her again, caressing her tits, causing her to elicit a deep groan from her throat. Angie
meanwhile had quickly moved into position ... her mouth poised over Erika’s light-brown patch of hair. Without
further ado Angie began lapping at her pussy. She initially noticed the difference in taste from Lauren. Erika was
lighter, more bubbly ... if that was the way to describe it.
In the meantime Lauren had begun teasing Erika’s nipples between her fingers until they were rock-hard. Angie
hadn’t let up at all, busy trying to bring her co-star to new heights of passion. She stopped temporarily though and
looking up into Erika’s eyes said, “Lauren, come and share dessert with me.” Lauren quickly scooched down and laid
next to Angie with Erika spreading her legs to the max.
Angie moved to the tip of the clit while Lauren ran her tongue down Erika’s slit, all the way to the entrance of her
ass. Erika was now delirious with passion, her blonde hair sticking to her forehead. One tongue working on her was
exquisite, but two tongues were inhuman. “Mmmmmmm, there’s nothing quite like the shared flavour of
strawberries and pussy,” Lauren giggled, before sharing a kiss with Angie.
The double-team continued unmercifully. It was like a million small volts of electricity were coursing through her
veins. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, uuuuggggggghhhhhhhh fuck, fuuuuucccckkkkkkkk, ummmmmm, oh god,
aaaaahhhhhhh!!” She felt like had been hit by a ton of bricks as the shapes and texture of the bedroom disappeared
completely into a kaleidoscope of colours.
Having exhausted their energies, the women collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed ... content to lie there in the
semi-darkness, in post-coital bliss. Angie and Lauren both realized that Erika would be in no condition to return the
favour and instead just faced each other, giving small pecks until they felt the need to recharge ... just lying in each
other’s arms.
Silence reigned for several minutes before Erika got up and put her clothes back on quietly.
Angie looked up and noticed what she was doing. “Where are you going?” “Back to my room. We have to be
on the set early tomorrow and ah... I should get a good night’s rest. Nice to meet
you Lauren. See you tomorrow Angie.” And with that she hurriedly exited the bedroom and then the hotel suite.
“Bye.” Angie and Lauren chimed in together, watching Erika disappear. “I think we scared her off,” Lauren noted,
turning her attention back to Angie.
“She’s just probably just confused about what she did and why she did it and isn’t sure how to handle it. Plus she
might be worried that you’re gonna run off to the National Enquirer and give a tell-all interview about your night of
lesbian love together.” Lauren had to giggle at that remark, especially since it was a factor not even considered earlier
and since privacy and public perception were two of the biggest facets of being in the public eye.
‘I’d better allay that’ she thought to herself. Then telling Angie with all seriousness, “You know I would never do
that. Financially I’m secure the rest of my life and besides, it’s a pretty sleazy thing to do.”
“I believe you. Don’t worry about it, I’ll talk to her tomorrow and explain that it can just be a one-time thing if that’s
what she wants and that no one will ever find out about it.”
“Hmmmm, hahahahaha...” chuckled Lauren, considering the events of the evening.
“What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking that the way I was feeling earlier I only
envisioned having a couple of drinks in the bar and going
to bed alone. Never in my wildest dreams could I ever imagined ending up having a threesome with two famous
women.”
“Life can surprise you sometimes...”
“Actually I haven’t been this happy in quite awhile,” Lauren honestly answered, reflecting on the state of her life. She
decided to ask Angie for an answer to a question that had been burning in her brain since their interlude in the bar.
“You’re a celebrity and image is pretty important. You took a big chance coming up to me downstairs the way you
did. If you were wrong and word got into the tabloids it could’ve really affected you ... personally and
professionally.”
“I didn’t think that would happen.”
Lauren pressed on. “Yeah ...but how? How did you know that I’m ...” pausing at the critical juncture. It didn’t matter
though with Angie finishing the sentence, “... gay?”
Lauren nodded her head in agreement.
“Well it was just an instinct I had, which was confirmed when I talked to you.”
Lauren furrowed her brow, slightly confused at the comment.
Angie elaborated further, “Working in the fashion industry for the last 10 years you get a sense for ... what people
like.”
“Are you only into women?” Lauren knew the answer and Angie’s
reputation of dating famous men, rumoured or
not, was well documented.
“Me? No, I like men but ... uh ... every so often I definitely get a craving for something softer, something only a
woman can provide. You’re not angry because-”
“... You used me to satisfy your sexual appetite?” Lauren interrupted. “No of course not...” It was spoken with a
self-mocking tone and both women broke into laughter because of it. “Your parents didn’t know about your
sexual preference, did they?” asked Angie, in a more serious tone.
“No.”
“Why didn’t you tell them?”
“I know my parents. They wouldn’t have understood,” replied Lauren, content in the fact that she was right, even
though it had hurt her greatly growing up.
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yeah. It was hard enough for me to get them to accept that I was majoring in Art History. They couldn’t have
handled me coming out of the closet,” joked Lauren, hiding her hurt well.
“You think that wouldn’t have been proud of you?”
“Something like that,” Lauren answered, the disappointment in her voice obvious to Angie.
Giving a rhetorical response Angie said, “They saw you graduate though didn’t they? That must have made them
happy,” trying her best to cheer Lauren up.
“Yeah they were very happy about it,” came the reply, a hint of
happiness coming through.
“That was the main reason why you didn’t go to an East Coast school and ended up attending a college all the way
across the country, wasn’t it?”
Lauren looked at Angie wondering how, after only a few hours, did this woman know her so well. “That’s pretty
perceptive. You a mind reader as well?”
“Just because I was a model doesn’t mean I’m the stereotypical
airhead,” Angie snapped back with, ready with an
answer for everything. Venturing further, “You want my opinion as to why you can’t move past their deaths?”
Curious as to what that opinion would be Lauren asked to hear it. “Enlighten me.”
“In spite of the apprehensions you had about telling your parents, which may have been totally accurate, you feel
guilty that you never gave them the opportunity to make that decision. And now you blame yourself because they will
never have the chance to make it.”
The assessment couldn’t have been more correct and Lauren felt like an arrow had been shot right through her heart.
“Since you seem to have all the answers, any suggestions on how I get past this?”
“Does anyone else in your family know?”
Lauren didn’t have to give it much consideration. The only person she’d ever come out to, other than her girlfriends -
of which there was no need, was her high school friend Jack Taylor. “None of my remaining family know.”
“Well you’re supposed to see your aunt tomorrow. Why don’t you tell her and see what the reaction is?”
Lauren knew it made perfect sense ... a chance for redemption, but decided to approach it cautiously. “I’ll see what
happens.”
Now that had been taken care of, Angie lay on her side and propped herself up with her right arm, tenderly running
her fingers over Lauren’s upper arm. “Have you ever thought about working in movies?”
“I’ve never really had any desire to be an actress.”
“You don’t have to be an actress. I’m sure with your skills you could get a job working behind the camera
somewhere. It could give you greater access in meeting other famous women...”
The comment snapped Lauren out of her semi-slumber, eyes opening wider ... her interest suddenly piqued again.
Curiosity aroused, she asked, “Like who?”
“I don’t know. I’m new to this myself, but given that Hollywood tends, or at least appears to be more liberal and
understanding, I’m sure you’d meet a few along the way.” Angie grinned knowingly, having experienced it in the not
too far removed modeling industry.
“A career in film?” Lauren said to herself rhetorically. “Has some possibili-”
Her sentence was cut off mid-stream when Angie’s lips descended onto her own, capturing her in another passionate
embrace. Their night was not over by a long shot ... but thinking about it, the idea now implanted in her thought
processes, Lauren knew that the best adventures could be yet to come. This could be very interesting ...
END of Episode 1