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“It’s just a fantasy. It’s not the real thing.” – Billy Joel
SHOWTIME – A Year In The Life Part 8
By Anonymous
(celeb, mf, oral, mast, tease, violence)
Starring; Bridget Fonda, Winona Ryder, Alyssa Milano, Sarah Michelle Gellar,
Jennifer Love Hewitt, Jennie Garth, Heather Locklear
Supporting Cast: Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Charisma Carpenter, Courtney
Thorne-Smith
The original Showtime-To Catch a Falling Star in ten parts is available at
http://www.c-s-s-a.com/index.html
He set the timer on the oven and removed his apron. Bridget popped her head in from the patio, “You all done?” She asked her blonde hair sweeping over her eyes. “Dad’s about ready to fire up the barbecue. Steve was washing his hands, “Just need to finish something in my den, I’ll be out soon. Tell your Dad to go ahead.” His wife gave him a disconcerting look. “Steve we have fifty people out here.” He dried his hands on the towel. “Fifteen minutes, I promise.” Bridget gave him a stern look. “Okay. Oh before you come out make sure there are plenty of towels upstairs for the guests.” Then closed the sliding glass door. Steve groveled before his mistress.
Going upstairs he pulled out a stack of fluffy spring time towels from the hall closet and distributed them in the spare bedrooms finding the first three empty he didn’t bother to knock at the last one. Which was why he was so startled to find it occupied, he froze in mid-stride as he entered the last room. He was just about to toss the towels on the bed and leave, when two partially wet and very naked teenage girls captured his attention.
The one coming out of the bathroom stopped drying her hair, the other had just removed her bikini bottoms and was already topless. Both turned to face him surprised as Gomer Pyle, “I-I …Towels.” He stuttered. “Excuse me I thought this room was empty, my wife asked me to bring up some towels.” Steve explained uncomfortably still staring at their nude forms.
“Thanks I was just looking for more towels.” Britney gestured, twirling her briefs around her finger, not knowing how to cover her nudity without seeming immature. Hot did not begin to describe her, from those seductive blue eyes of her innocent schoolgirl face, to those plump boobs topped with hard dark areoles and pink nipples. Steve couldn’t help but glance at Britney’s bush grazing his eyes over her trimmed dark blonde pubes still wet. She had her legs slightly splayed taunting him, Steve could clearly see her slit it was narrow and fine. If he had to bet he’d say she was still a virgin, her ass was a bit on the big side but didn’t sag it would be a nice handful.
Christina on the other hand was more slender and skinny not as full figured as Miss. Spears but a fine addition to the club. She had a darker complexion, a no less innocent come hither look about her. Christina’s sensual blue eyes shone like beacons, as she ran her tongue over her lips. Comparing her breasts to Britney’s she was less impressive but had nice firm apple size tits that begged to be bitten. Her legs were lean and toned they had curves that the best designers in the world would kill to clothe.
Although her hips were not as rounded as Britney’s she had the cutest little trimmed pussy. It was cropped very close and almost triangular in shape, Steve wondered if she did it herself. Judging by the lack of space between her thighs he guessed she too was still pure. Both girls had stomachs you could eat whip cream off of. This couldn’t be happening, he had Britney Spears, and Christina Aguilera, together, completely naked in a room with a bed. No one would ever believe this. If they all had sex and he went back downstairs and told his wife she’d never believe him, not in a million years. This was too good to be true.
“Can I have a towel?” Britney asked. Steve tossed her one not trusting himself to get any closer. She wrapped it around her back, still holding the front open, almost as if she was daring him to take the next step. Christina actually walked over to him taking the last three towels from his nervous grasp. “Thanks.” She smiled water droplets dripping sexuality from her chest. “I think maybe you should close the door?” Christina hinted.
Backing away he pulled the door closed as the girls sat on the bed. “Steve.” Britney called out. He stopped and looked over as she reclined on the soft sheets. “We didn’t mean from the outside.” He just nodded. “I appreciate the offer, but really…” Closing the door quietly he began to breath again. “Wheeeww! I’m getting to old for this shit.”
Back downstairs Sarah came in with her new companion to show him where the bathroom was. Steve waved the young man through, “Sarah I need to see you for a minute.” He said cryptically as Freddie disappeared down the hall. “Steve this isn’t the time.” She frowned. “Hey!” Sarah exclaimed as he manhandled her into the pantry.
“You’re freakin me out here, have you lost it?” She hissed shaking her arm free. “Sarah I have to…” Snatching control of the situation she cut him off at the pass. “Freddies out there as well as a bunch of people! But if you really feel you need me I’ll make some excuse to stick around afterwards and I’ll take care of you okay.” Steve took a deep breath. “Well thanks but I don’t what you for that.” Sarah was insulted.
Quickly he spilled his guts. “I have to tell you, that I completely by accident, just saw Britney Spears, and Christina Aguilera, naked upstairs.” She just smiled obviously Steve was just trying to get a rise out of her. “That’s nice Steve.” She nodded. “And they want me, to have sex with them!” He blurted out. ” I’m sure they did.” Sarah condescended. “Okay, but just in case remember that we had this conversation.” He begged. “Right, in your dreams.” She chuckled.
He was relieved she didn’t have a fit that he had seen her friend Britney naked, and his ass was covered. “Oh, did you really mean it when you said you’d stick around and help me take care of things later?” Sarah slid her arms around his neck kissing him sweetly. “Course I did silly.” Now Steve was grinning. “Good, you can wash the dishes.” He said funnily. Sarah’s short jab to his stomach wasn’t as funny. “Just stand there and wheeze a while.” She told him and walked out.
After the pain had passed he opened the door, just as Charisma was going by she was startled. “Shit! You scared me half to death, and what are you doing hiding in the pantry go outside and mingle.” She chastised. “I’m going to get a shower.” Steve was to flabbergast to reply as the busty brunette walked away in her tight black spandex shorts and sports bra. He quickly washed away the image of Charisma soaking her full womanly body under spray of hot steamy water. “Eat your heart out Pal.” She called back reading his mind.
Steve glanced at his watch and headed down the hall where he entered his office. “Now where was I?’ He muttered sitting at his desk examining the pieces of steel alloy that lay spread out before him. He picked up the bolt when he heard footsteps passing by outside. Looking up he realized he hadn’t quite closed the door Freddie peered in as he walked by. Seeing Steve there he stopped to see what he was doing. “Am I intruding?” Junior inquired. Mr. Colt just shook his head, “No come in.” The young man pushed the door open the rest of the way and sauntered in. “Close the door please.” Steve ordered politely. Freddie obliged innocently. “What is that?” He asked curiously staring at the metallic black pieces of steel lying on the blanket-covered desk.
Steve was reassembling the trigger mechanism into the handle of the weapon, then the bolt, receiver and the barrel. “That is an MP11 SMG. Which in this case stands for sub-machine gun. High density plastic case, firing case less ammunition at six-hundred rounds per minute.” Freddie had seen many of these short machine guns in movies this was the first time he’d seen real one. “Wow that’s pretty cool.”
His host gazed up from the rifle, “I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.” The actor shifted nervously, “Freddie, Freddie Prinze Jr. I’m with Sarah-Michelle.” Steve faked a smile, “That’s right, sorry I’ve met so many new people this year, it’s hard to keep track of faces and names.” He offered his hand that Freddie shook limply. “Yeah I know how it can be.” He replied glancing around the room.
There was a potted banana tree in the corner, put there over Steve’s objections. Bridget said it brightened up the room. He would have preferred a flowering cactus she thought it would have been to cliché. The outer wall was a large by window covered by vertical blinds, the other walls had various photos on them, all autographed pictures of his seven girls they were the typical full face shots. But all of them were taken when the girls were young just starting their careers before most were famous. These photos were not copies of standard studio portraits, which the actresses autographed by the hundreds but personal pictures. Freddie couldn’t tell what the writing said from where he was standing, but it was more than just a signature.
There was one that stood out among the rest it was a photo of Sarah. In fact it was for a Burger King commercial Sarah had done when she was only four years old. There she was in a little brown and orange BK outfit sitting on a very young Lea Thompson’s lap also in the shot was a similarly youthful Elizabeth Shue. Sarah Michelle-Geller actually has the distinction of being the youngest person named in lawsuit by MacDonald’s, for saying in the commercial that Mc D’s burgers were wimpy. (Big Mc Meanie’s)
Lea and Elizabeth also signed the photo, since having the twins Bridget and Lea had become good friends, as Lea was also one of the few women in Hollywood to also have twins. Aside from the tandem baby stroller Bridget got lots of advice on how to cope with two babies from the former “Caroline in the City “star.
Lea was also a friend of Bridget’s former boyfriend Eric Stolz. Lea and Eric had both gotten their big break in the nineteen-eighties movie, “Some Kind of Wonderful.” Strangely enough Eric was currently working on a project with Bridget’s Dad. In a strange six degrees way Eric had also done a Broadway play with Sarah when she was about twelve.
Bridget still had feelings for her former live in beau of eight years she often wondered what life would have been like as Mrs. Fonda-Stoltz. But the reality of professional marriages littered the divorce courts of LA.
Steve looked out the window, Sarah was talking to Eric, and her other former Broadway costar Matthew Broderick, who was with his wife Sarah Jessica-Parker. He watched as the two Sarah’s walked away chatting the actors moved their heads closer together. Steve wondered what they were whispering. “Hasn’t she grown up to be the kind of girl that makes you wish you where ten years younger?” Matthew said in aside. Eric swirled the ice cube around in his glass. “She was, remember we were twenty and she was twelve.” Matthew slugged back the last of his Heineken. “Yeah that’s right.”
The sound of a gun bolt being pulled back and released snapped Freddie back to attention. “So what’s it like being the envy of half the young men in America?” Steve quizzed. “Uh-Huh, oh okay I guess. Only half?” Freddie joked. “I assume the other half prefer Jennifer-Love.” Steve answered seriously. ” So which do you prefer?” Freddie asked rubbing his lip. “Neither.” Steve commented dryly. “They are both the same to me.” Freddie looked on as Steve assembled the weapon with little effort like it was second nature. “I didn’t even know she was seeing anyone.”
“Yep we’ve been together for a while now.” The fresh Prinze boasted. “Is…is that your gun?” The semi-star nodded to the now fully assembled lethal weapon. Steve screwed the foot long silencer onto the end testing the balance. “No, a designer friend of mine at Heckler and Koch asked me to apprise it for him. I used to write for JANE’S.” He added. “The fashion magazine?” Freddie asked haphazardly. His host shook his head, “No military, the Vogue of the arms world.” He stated nodding to some of his framed articles on the other wall. His former boss had them made up for him after he abruptly left the magazine and later ended up working for the girls. “Small arms are not really my forte, but Erwin wanted an unbiased opinion.”
“Would you like to hold it?” Steve offered. The young man took the machine gun in his hands almost banging the nose on the desk because of the weight of the foot long silencer. “Careful the silencer throws it off balance.” The veteran warned. Playing with it like a ten year old it was obvious he had never handled a gun in his life. “Yeah it’s heavy.”
Steve took it back before he dropped it on his foot. “So what do you think of Sarah-Michelle?” He asked checking the setting of the weapon. “She is one hot sexy Babe, I think Sarah’s pretty special.” Freddie answered. Steve flinched at the mention of Sarah being mentioned in conjunction with the word Babe. “Yes Sarah is very special.” Steve corrected without looking up. “I hope my daughters grow to be just like Sarah and Jennifer. Strong, smart, hard working, good girls, don’t you think Freddie?”
Steve emphasized his question by activating the rifles laser sighting. A thin red beam shot out of the laser and hit the young buck right in the center of his chest, dancing over his heart as it skipped a beat or two. “Yeah right… Mr. Colt, Er…I agree a hundred percent.” He stammered nervously.
Steve lifted his gaze to meet his competitor’s shifty eyes. “I’m glad.” Snapping off the laser. “I have a lot of respect for her.” The second rate actor carried on. “I-I’d never do anything to hurt Sarah.” Steve gave him a slight Clint Eastwood smile. “That’s nice.”
Freddie scuffed his shoes together like a schoolboy waiting to be dismissed. Steve was unmoving letting him wriggle like hooked bait in silence. There was a firm rapping on the door that made Freddie jump. “Yes?” Steve answered. “It’s me, can I come in.” Recognizing the voice instantly he yelled in the affirmative, Freddie turned around to see his beautiful and innocent former co-star open the door. “Not interrupting, am I?” Jennifer-Love wondered. Steve was leaning on his desk, “Not at all my Love.” He beamed.
Freddie was sucking in the sight of Loves breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her shirt. “Hi Love.” He chirped like a high school freshman. Jennifer gave him a brief smile. “Hi Freddie.” All three stood there in vacant air, Freddie suddenly felt unwanted. “Well nice talking with you Steve.” He blurted out as he walked out of the room almost bumping into the curvaceous star. “Bye Jen.” They waved as he closed the door, “Drop by again Freddie.” Steve said cheerily.
Freddie gone Jennifer turned back to Steve. “What is that?” She asked gesturing to the black metal object on his desk. “It’s the latest in case less ammo assault rifles.” Jennifer approached the foreboding killing machine unafraid. “But you hate guns.” She reminded him. Steve was just about to explain when his little love child jumped ahead of him. “Wait a minute, does this have anything to do with Freddie?” Steve balked at the suggestion that he was meddling in Sarah’s relationship. “No-o-o, don’t be silly.”
Her fingers stroked the length of his barrel caressing the smooth circumference of his silencer. “If Sarah finds out, you’re gonna be picking splinters out of your butt all summer.” She sympathized.
Steve could see it coming a mile away. “What is it this time?” Jennifer leered at him like a cat at a caged canary. “There’s a pair of purple platforms at JC Penny’s I like. But my mom says they’re way too high, and I could break my ankles.” He huffed. “Alright call the store and have them put aside, I’ll pick them up. But you don’t get them until your birthday.” He demanded as a concession. “That’s next month!” She objected. “And that’s a long time to keep a secret.” Love wondered out loud.
“I’ll throw in a Vera Wang blouse.” Steve bribed like a used car salesman who was giving away the best car on the lot. “Teal green with embroidered collar, with French cuffs from this summers collection, not last fall’s.” Steve scoffed like he was being taken for a ride. “Oh alright is there anything else.” He asked wearily.
Jennifer gave him a tiny secretive smile. “Show how this thing works and you have a deal.” The idea of one of his concubines being capable of operating a device that could turn an automobile into a recycling project did not give him a great deal of comfort. Jennifer just gave him one of her soft big trust me smiles that no man straight, or otherwise could say no to. Steve threw his head back and chuckled. “You got it.”
Picking up the rifle he handed it to her, “Careful it’s big.” The slim busty brunette hefted the weapon up to her shoulder. “I’ve handled big guns before.” She grinned cheekily. The hard stock nestled itself against her smooth warm cheek as she looked down through scope pointing the rifle out the window between the half-open blinds. Steve stood behind her adjusting her grip and body posture. His hand brushing ever so lightly across her voluptuous boobs in the process. “Hey! Quit copping a feel.” She teased. Steve feigned innocence. “Is this thing loaded?” Love queried.
Steve sat back against his desk watching her. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “You mean if I squeeze this trigger Freddie’s head might burst open like a ripe melon?” Steve grinned. With the silencer on Jen only knew it was empty because of the lack of recoil, and Freddie’s head was still on his shoulders. “Drat.” She said disappointedly. Love hated it that Sarah was dating and she wasn’t, it meant they spent less time together and she was playing second fiddle.
The only consolation was that Sarah told her Freddie was lousy when it came to cunnilingus. Like most guys he ate pussy like a dog licking a piece of liver, sloppy and all over the place, finished in two minutes. He wasn’t much better with his penis either it was big enough, barely. But Freddie couldn’t keep it up for more than five minutes. Steve on the other hand knew how to please a women with any part of his body, although even he wasn’t as good as a girl when it came to sucking snatch. He was good for a guy, but unless you had one you didn’t know how it felt. Out in the garden Sarah spotted her new beau exiting the backdoor in a hurry, he looked slightly shake and a little bit stirred.
Steve came up and comforted her, “It’s her turn now, remember how she felt when you were going out with…” Jennifer spun around and shoved the silencer into his stomach. “Don’t say his name I hate that cheating loser.” Putting up his hands he backed away. “Who’s mentioning names?” Jennifer’s face softened as she surrendered the rifle. Which he quickly took back and locked it away. “Besides I heard he was dating Tara Reid.” Jennifer did something Steve had always thought impossible she made her face look ugly.
“Oh yeah, Bridget say’s to tell you to get your ass outside, or she’s gonna burn your buns.” Jennifer remembered. “Now you tell me.” He lamented. “Oh and Bridget doesn’t need to know about this either.” Steve escorted her out of his office. “I think a silk scarf would go really nice with that blouse.” He retaliated with a not to gentle swat on her buttocks. “My mother warned me about girls like you.” Jennifer gave him a look of spite.
“And one more thing. If I ever, find you messing with one of my boyfriends like that, not even my fondest memories of us will save you.” He gave her an evil look. “Oh? Is there someone new I should know about?” Waving a finger she smiled sarcastically. “Don’t! You can’t afford to go there.” When she was ready she’d let him know and not before. Of course he had other ways of finding out if she was dating, but respect and a healthy amount of fear would keep his curiosity in check.
Unfortunately for him it wasn’t the first time he had to buy a girls silence. He often wondered if it was why they paid him so well in the first place. Back when they where still dating Steve was in Soft Touch, shopping for a little something for Bridget. He was trying to pick between the black allover stretch teddy with mesh cups, or the shiny blue torsolette with matching panties.
To aid in his dilemma the sales girl who bore a remarkable resemblance to his girlfriend.
If Bridget had been five-eleven, with C-cup boobs and had green eyes, had offered to model each set of lingerie for him. Not wanting to offend the young women he respectfully accepted. Guiding her customer to the back she held the curtain open for him to a semi-private viewing room with a couple of chairs and several changing booths. He noticed that two of the booths were already occupied but could only see their feet.
Steve settled into a chair getting comfortable, while the attendant went into the change room. She came out in the Torsolette first, its cups lifting and pressing her 38C breasts together as its built in garters held up her black shear hosiery. He nodded in appreciation as she turned around on her four-inch heels displaying the matching bikini panties. The curvaceous girl elegantly moved around and expertly explained each feature of the outfit to her attentive client. From the double stitched straps, to the cotton lined bra cups. Next she modeled the teddy with its shear front and lace cups, moving closer so he could get a good look at the merchandise. Steve particularly enjoyed the thong back feature asking her if it was uncomfortable. Smiling serenely she assured him it was very comfortable. Despite her modeling both sets of lingerie twice, he still couldn’t decide between the two items, so he purchased them both. The sales girl smiled appreciatively, she though he might.
He got up from the chair when a voice behind Steve startled him. Actually is scared the living hell out of him but didn’t show outside of his calm demeanor. “Well…well look who we have here.” Charisma perked. He turned like a gun had just gone off behind him. “Charisma.” He let his breath out. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” She smiled a secret smile. “Who’s sneaking? Besides this is the WOMEN’S changing room.” Then he saw Courtney Thorne-Smith standing besides her, now under normal circumstances he’d be as happy as a lark to see either of these two close companions. But just now he wasn’t to sure, “I didn’t see you guys come in, you just came in did you?” He smiled giving each one a congenial hug. “Nope been here quite awhile trying stuff on, right Courtney.” Her blonde friend nodded hiding a smile.
The sales girl came out with the lingerie in hand, immediately she noticed the two actresses standing with him. “Oh is anyone looking after you ladies?” Courtney waved her off. “We’re fine thanks.” She turned her attention to Steve. “I’ll get these in your girlfriend’s size Mr. Colt, would you like them gift wrapped?” Steve nodded in silence. The girl nodded to the two actresses. “I’ll be back in a minute if you need anything.” Hoping to pad her commission.
“Mr. Colt?” Charisma questioned. “Come here a lot Mr. Colt.” Steve shook his head nervously. “No, not really.” Another sales attendant past by them, “Hi Steve nice to see you again.” Courtney gave him a look. “Oh really?” Steve just shrugged, “She must have me confused with someone else.”
Charisma turned the heat up a little, “You know Courtney in two years I’ve been shopping here I don’t ever remember the staff ever modeling lingerie, do you?” Steve felt a large lump in his throat beginning to choke off his air. “Must be a new service.” He suggested. “Oh I believe you.” Courtney grinned evilly. “Right Charisma.” The sexy brunette nodded and smiled with equal vile. “But then again we’re not dating you.”
She surmised. “I mean, if you were my boyfriend and I’d just seen what went on.” Charisma shrugged with her hands in the air. “I probably would have thought the worst.” Her blonde partner nodded in agreement. “Yea I’m the same way, if my boyfriend even looks at another women.” Courtney folded her arms across he chest glaring at him.
Standing his ground like Custer he put on a brave face. “Now you two know there was nothing going on here. That young lady volunteered to model those outfits for me, she looks sort of like Bridget.” The two exchanged glances of disbelief. “And furthermore Bridget isn’t the insecure type to get upset over things like this.”
“So you ARE going to tell her?” Charisma grilled. “No. Well I want it to be a surprise.” He rebuffed sweating in his Armani suit. “Oh I see.” Courtney theorized watching him squirm under her blue peepers. “So you won’t be envisioning the sales girl every time Bridget wears those.” Steve swallowed, trying not to think of the stunning young girl he had just feasted his eyes on. “Don’t be silly.” Charisma gave him a hug. “Well I’m glad you have the confidence.” Somehow he didn’t feel much at ease, like a mouse feeling the hot breath of a cat behind him.
“You know Courtney, I think this nightgown is bit too expensive for my taste.” Charisma said changing the topic. “That’s a shame it looks so good on you.” Her shopping pal replied admiring the silk lilac print mini gown. Charisma looked crest fallen. “But it’s a five hundred dollars.” Steve bit his lip as he watched the exchange. “I know this one is almost the same.” Courtney sympathized holding up similar plain steel blue one.
Both women stopped talking and looked at their victim. He suddenly realized he was trapped. “This is blackmail.” Steve whispered. “We prefer the term, persuasive bargaining.” Charisma grinned. “You two both earn more than enough to buy those yourselves.” He protested. They both smiled at him, “But this is so much more fun.” They sang in tandem.
He knew he was done for, while Bridget might not care that some twenty-year old Swedish Bikini Team look a like had modeled lingerie for him, he couldn’t take that chance. It wasn’t like he’d fucked the salesgirl, but they were dating steadily now and he didn’t want to blow it. “Okay I’ll buy them, but you pay now and I’ll reimburse you later.” They nodded in unison. “You’d better, or Bridget finds out you had virtual sex with that girl.” Steve was startled. “But I didn’t, and it’s your word against mine.” Courtney nodded. “Yes but do you think she’ll believe a horny playboy like you?” He shook his head laughing, “Boy you guys play hardball.”
The sales girl came back with his purchases, “Shall I put them on your account Mr. Colt?” Taking the bag he nodded. “And we’ll take these the actresses offered. Just bag them.” Charisma added giving the girl her Visa. The girl took the garments eagerly. After receiving their parcels the girls escorted Steve to the door. “Thank you and come again soon.” The sales girl called out. “I didn’t even get to come this time.” Steve muttered under his breath.
Outside the door he stared at his two keepers. “Well I’ll see you guys later.” Courtney gave him a sympathetic look, “Well actually if you have this afternoon free, maybe we could go somewhere and play a little hardball.” Charisma smiled softly at him. “Yeah that sounds like a good idea.” Steve grinned for the first time in the last twenty minutes, reaching for his cell phone. “Rose, something has just come up I can’t get back to the office this afternoon.”
The lanky actress nodded. “Alright put me in for a hundred.” Winona gave her a nod, “Oh you win an Oscar and you can throw money away.” Gwen gave her a nudge “Jealous.” Winona defended herself. “I was nominated twice, and I have Golden Globe.” Her pal laughed, “Get that with six box tops from Cheerios did you?” Winona scoffed, “At least I don’t use it for self-gratification.” Gwen’s face flushed as the others giggled. “Well you would, if you had one.” Winona covered her mouth. “Ohh that hurts!” And broke out laughing. Bridget prayed she knew her husband better than they did. If not he’d be changing a lot more diapers in the near future.
Gwyneth had met Steve on a number of occasions he was a likeable fellow, a bit of an introvert who liked to flirt with the ladies. But he was loyal and sincere to those around him. He was also a bit of a mystery, coming out of nowhere like the Lone Ranger, not only saving the lives of three of the four women she sat with today but marrying one in the process. It was rumored he used to be a spy for the CIA. Winona was always mum when it came to Steve’s former life. She had only met Cinjun once he seemed okay a lively fellow, not a care in the world. Back then he and Alyssa were head over heels for each other.
“Too be honest I can’t see your husband loosing it.” Gwen commented. “I mean when I’ve seen him he seems so quite, and reserved. Not exactly the unrestrained type.” Bridget swung her legs over the lounge so she could see Winona’s new roommate. “He is, but there are moments when he’s the life of the party.” Jennie warned the kids to keep the ball away from the flowerbeds. “Remember that Associated Press banquet last year?” They all nodded as she continued. “Steve goes with Jennifer Love and she gets talking to Claire, Kristen, and Lacey. So he goes over to Winona, Matt, and the Spielbergs.” Winona smiles to herself remembering the evening. “Oh yeah I remember, let me tell it. After all I was there.” She pleads excitedly. “Okay, go ahead.” Bridget nods.
“Anyway we were standing there discussing Steven Spielberg’s new project, Saving Private Ryan. He had already signed Matt on for on for the part of Private Ryan. But he still hadn’t gotten Tom Hanks yet.” Winona said waving her hands like a gossipy housewife. “Steve comes over and joins the group just as Mr. Spielberg is telling us about all the war stories he has collected from veterans from all over the country, thousands of them. Then Steve pipes up that one of his Grandfathers was killed on the beach at Normandy.”
Sigourney and Jennie looked at each other already knowing the end. “Anyway Steven’s ears perk up.” Winona is now telling the story in an animated fashion. “And he asks him, was it during the war? Steve just looks at him in all seriousness and says. “No, my Grandmother found him there with another woman.” Bridget gave a small grin, the joke was better each time she heard it.
“So that’s how he got the cameo role in the movie.” She remarked. “I always wondered about that.” As a reward for his sense of humor Steve was offered a small cameo role as one of the GI’s by Mr. Spielberg. At first he turned it down, but accepted with the girls urging and even then only if he wasn’t killed off.
Bridget sighed, “Fifteen of years making movies, and who gets to work with the greatest director of the century, my neophyte husband. I almost fell through the floor when he came home and told me.” Winona looked over and shed a fake tear. “You could be a big star if you wanted to be Bridget.” It was well known that Bridget was being groomed by certain people to become a huge success when her career was just starting, even bigger than Winona.
But she shunned the big roles, not wanting the spotlight that came with them. Not wanting to do the talk-show circuits, the interviews, the movie plugs, photo shoots, mall appearances etc. That also meant not getting the best roles, the big wages, the glitz and glamour. But then her private life remained relatively unexposed to the public she was not on the A- hit list of the paparazzi.
A private photo of her wasn’t worth near as much as one of Heather, or Winona. All in all she had more control over her life than the more popular celebrities did, she chose roles that appealed to her personally rather than considering if it was a good career move. Nor did she make as much as her friends but she was comfortable, and with a little careful financial planning could retire anytime she wished. Of course with her new husband making a modest six figures it was icing on the cake.
It didn’t mean she was any less busier than the other actors contrary to the fact Bridget had appeared in twenty-three films between 1990 and 1999 with combined box office receipts of four-hundred million dollars. That put her in a five-way tie for eleventh place of those actors who had appeared in the most movies for that decade. Although it was nowhere near Samuel L. Jackson, who was in first place making thirty-six movies with total receipts of one point seven billion dollars. Even the popular Robin Williams only made twenty-six movies during those years his box office takes were one point six billion.
Not even Winona had made as many films, but then as Winona liked to point out she did make more money than Bridget when she did work. But no matter how good they were women were paid only a fraction of what men made. If the leading man was getting twenty million, his lady was likely only getting not even a million. It was a constant grip among female actors, although there were acceptations like Julie Roberts.
“Oh by the way thanks for warning me about Matt’s shoe fetish, you were right.” Winona whispered discreetly. Gwen nodded. “That’s okay, I know how hard it is to get semen out of six-hundred dollar pumps. Hell its even worst when he wears them and they get all stretched out.” Their whispers didn’t go unnoticed. “What was that Winona?” The laid back brunette shrugged her rounded shoulders. “Emm nothing.” Sigourney cackled. “Fuck off, I heard shoe and jerking.” Winona rose to the challenge. “No you didn’t it was semen. Ooops!” She gaffed. “Okay Matt has a shoe fetish.”
The others made crude remarks as she filled in the details, coming home on night to find Matt Damon kneeling by her closet doing something totally disgusting in one of her leather dress pumps. “But I only let him do it with my old shoes.” She defended. “At least you had a warning.” Gwen reminded her. “I came home one day to find him wearing my best French alligator skin pumps. Prancing around the living room like Richard Simmons.”
Does Steve have any fetishes Gwyneth moled, Bridget shifted in her lounge. “Yeah he wants to fuck as many actresses as he can.” The others laughed it off. “Okay but what else.” Sigourney added pressure. “Guy’s come on.” The newlywed mother pleaded. “Come on out with it.” Jennie joined in betraying her, even though she knew first hand what all Steve’s sexual fetishisms were. “Alright, alright.” She gave in. “But you guys have to swear not to tell anyone else.” They moved in closer to the kill. “Sometimes he likes to watch my movies when we have sex and pretend he’s the leading actor.”
They groaned in disappointment. “That’s not a fetish, it’s foreplay.” Winona dumped. “And he likes to eat ice cream off my belly.” Sigourney sat back. “Oh whoopie.” Bridget then threw out a curve. “He also likes it when I fuck his butt with a strap on.” The others stared at her. “Whoa you have got him trained girl!” Gwyneth hollered. “That’s showing him whose boss.” Sigourney smiled. Winona and Jennie were really surprised they didn’t think she was going to call their bluff.
Just after they were married the girls initiated Steve into their group. On the pretense of an orgy they lured him to an isolated the great expanse of Yellowstone National Park. He had arrived to find all of his girls wearing white cotton robes, which they removed to reveal six-inch strap on dildos. At first he didn’t think it was odd that they were ALL wearing them. Then as he undressed he realized his predicament too late, and there was no escape.
Like any sane man he did the only thing possible and made a break for it. But within reach of the door he was bull dogged like an open QB, by Sarah, Alyssa and Winona.
With Heather’s help they dragged him back to the bed by his ankles, his butt scrapping across the hardwood floor like a bag of cement. Some say he was screaming like a girl.
First they enamised him which actually it wasn’t too bad, it was kind of tingly. Then with some effort they tied him face down on the bed, spread like an eagle. The girls were pleased with themselves tonight Steve would get a taste of his own medicine. But before the first penetration was made arguments broke out among the victors over who would get to spoil him first.
Sarah wanted revenge for all the times he had done her ass. Alyssa claimed right in that Steve had taken her virginity. “Oh shut up Milano. We’re sick and tired of hearing about your precious cherry. You just wanted get rid of it, and no decent guy would touch you.”
Winona challenged, adding that she should be first as he had stolen her girlfriend. Steve turned his head, which was the only part that he could move at that point. “I thought I had your blessing?” Winona gave him a twisted smile. “I lied!”
“I should be first.” Heather waded into the fray. “Why you?” Jennie scowled. “Because I’m Heather Locklear!” She cracked in her best Diva impression. “I think I should get it, for what he did to Kelly Taylor.” Jennie said perversely. “Who told?” Steve cried. (Read Part 10 of Showtime.) Bridget slowly raised her hand above the din. “Excuse me. I’m the wife I think it’s my right.” The other turned and looked at her knowing they couldn’t argue with that. “Do we gag the Bitch?” Jennifer asked. “No, we want to hear him scream.” Sarah replied wickedly. Steve’s face flopped into the pillow. “Oh Gawd HELP MEEEE!”
“You can’t do this to ME!” He pleaded one last time. “Of course we can, you work for us we own you.” Alyssa reminded him. “We are the Board.” Winona stated. “Prepare to have your ass stimulated, resistance is fruitless.” The others groaned at her parody. “Great I’ve just gone from doing Little Women, to Star Trek TNG.” Watching as his wife got on the bed Jennie cupped her hands to her mouth. “Commence the anal probe!” Everyone giggled again, except Steve. “Scotty beam me up! For God’s sake Scotty!!”
He felt the bed sag as Bridget knelt behind him, gently planting a kiss on his buttocks. “What was that for?” Jennifer asked offensively. “Just kissing his ass goodbye.” Bridget joked. After lots of KY, with a little finger probing which was nothing new. “Now just lay there and relax.” She cooed. “Oh I’ve been waiting years to say that.” Bridget giggled as she eased herself into him, he opened like a starlet on a casting couch. As inch-by-inch she penetrated his rectum until his prostate tickled.
Someone Steve couldn’t see began giving him a hand job as he began to thrust back on his wife’s fucking. “Holy shit! He’s hard as a nail.” Heather cried, while jerking him off. “Hey Bridget he likes it!” Winona clapped. They could tell by the way Steve moaned like a seasoned whore.
“Someone get Winona ready she’s going under.” Bridget ordered spearing her husband like an alter boy. “What? He’s going to get to fuck me?” She protested as the others removed her strap on. “No, I’m going to fuck you.” Bridget responded breathing heavily now. “I’ll just be using his cock.” With that she was pushed back on the bed Jennie licking her breasts while Sarah licked down below.
Heather pulled Love into her own lap, and they began kissing, and fondling each other. Alyssa sat on the edge of the bed leaning over to suck Bridget’s tits.
When Winona was ready she was slid beneath Steve who immediately plunged head first into her wet soft opening. Groaning loudly she pushed her pelvis upwards taking him deep. He was a bit disappointed that he could kiss Winona as his wife pushed his head to one side and lock lips as she fucked her lesbian lover via her husband’s penis. Despite the pain in his butt, he was starting to like this as the two made a sandwich out of him. Steve came twice at the same time as Winona wrapped her legs around both of them and soaked his cock in her sticky juices. “Mmmmhh!”
As soon as they were done Alyssa climbed on board. “Oh good he’s still tight.” She announced cheerfully. With Sarah taking her place on Heathers lap, Jennifer crawled underneath to clean his cock getting into a 69 position. “Well don’t just look at it, start sucking bitch!” Jennie demanded as Steve was presented with her dildo in his face. Beyond humiliation he opened his mouth thankful at least that she hadn’t done him yet. On his back he enjoyed the rubbing of Alyssa’s heavy breasts, as she probed his inner sanctum. The combination of such a position soon became too much for Steve as he shot his load of super heated thick jizz, deep in Jennifer’s mouth, which she obligingly shared with Alyssa.
After a ten-minute recess with Steve still tied down, Winona was next first she made him blow her. “Suck my cock you whore! Take it all!!” She groaned. Holding his head in both hands and fucking Steve’s face. This was revenge at it’s best for all her boyfriends that had demanded she give them head. When thoroughly pleasured Winona mounted him she was roughest yet, trying her best to break him, but by now he was thoroughly greased. Then Jennifer took him, with Bridget underneath. “Hi Honey how’s it hanging.” She teased, as his cock slipped into its home base, while Jennifer keeping in mind Bridget’s condition gently plowed both of them. His wife was surprised that he still had semen left in him, as she felt that warm cozy Hallmark feeling inside.
“Next!” Jennifer announced as she pulled out with a loud plop. His anal muscles temporarily snapping shut. Sarah jumped into the saddle riding him like a demon possessed. “How does it feel to be on the receiving end Steve?” She asked with just a hint of vindictiveness in her voice. By now Steve was beginning to get numb back there Sarah made sure he felt it. “Thank you ma’am may I have another!” He groaned. Seeing the force with which he was being pounded into the mattress Alyssa jumped up, and slithered under him. “Harder Sarah harder!” She screamed as Steve begged for mercy. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHHHHH!” Bridget looked up from between Jennie’s thighs, wondering if the bed could take it, let alone Steve as they were both slammed against the wall.
Jennifer who was now engaged inside of Winona cheered Sarah on.” Go girl go!” She yelled in triumph. “Whoooeee! Haaa!” Heather clapped while Winona licked her lips. “Take that you Bitch!” Sarah grunted as she drilled for oil. “ARGHH! ARRGGGHH!” Steve groaned. “Next time I say take it easy. You will, TAKE, IT, EASY!” When she tired which was almost a good half hour Sarah withdrew like so many of her boyfriends had done in the past, with a cruel sharp jerk. “Uuuggh!” Steve had felt a whoosh of cold air up his butt hole. After Sarah was done Steve was given a drink of water, and allowed to catch his breath.
Then it was Heather and Jennie left, Jennie went first riding him like a horse while Jennifer who had dispensed with her dildo, sat at the head of the bed making him eat her out. To add spice, Heather got underneath him and let him fuck her, after watching Alyssa get slammed she wanted to try it.
It wasn’t easy pleasing three women at once but somehow he managed to pull it off.
Most of them came when they were in the drivers seat. Jennifer ended up splashing his face in nice clear coat of girl cum, while down below Heather’s vagina tried to rip his winkie off as her whole body, quaked in orgasm from the combined tag team. She was a little disappointed that Steve didn’t have anything left to give her, although his body heaved and bucked in the throes of climax. There was no warm feeling inside of her as usual when he deposited a large dose of fertile swimmers. This time it was a case of dry heaves and little droplets.
Last but not least it was Heather’s turn to do him, strapping on her six-shooter she crawled behind him. Taking pity on his poor wretched form she untied his ropes, the bonds where no longer needed anyway. Steve couldn’t have moved if they’d set the bed on fire. Looking down into his redden hole, she stuck a finger inside he didn’t even make a sound, not even two fingers. Only when her third finger went in did she get a weak grunt out of him. Pulling her hand away Heather lined up and slipped into Steve’s rectum.
Preferring to lay on top off him she slow fucked her exhausted lover, as tenderly as the first time he had taken her. Reaching around her hand softly massaged his limp, sore pee-pee, while she kissed the back of his neck. It took just a few minutes to work herself to a soft climax, then Heather rolled away laying beside him. The other’s lay about the room equally drained.
Amidst the heavy breathing Alyssa reached for a box nearby, and tossed cigars to the group. Even Jennifer lit one up. “Congratulations you’ve pulled your first train.” Jennie announced giving him a cigar. “Jennie take that out of there.” Bridget whined. To the laughter of the rest of the gang, Jen quickly pulled the cigar out, and shoved it into his mouth. Which Steve, with his last ounce of energy spat it back out. “Phhwwwff. God why didn’t anyone tell me my ass tastes like shit!” Jennie gave him a fresh one. “Welcome to the club Steve, you are now one of the girls.” Heather announced the others applauded weakly. “Thanks I feel like it. But couldn’t you have just baked me a cake?” He moaned.
The room quietly filled with a smoky haze, as everyone was lost in thought. “Hey what are we going to do tomorrow?” Sarah asked of no one in particular. “You mean to him, or in general.” Winona puffed as the others giggled. “I’m going skating.” Jennifer answered. “Jennie and I are going cross-country.” Bridget chipped in. “I’ll go skating with you Love.” Sarah squeezed. “Me too.” Winona added. “I’ll go skiing, God knows I could use the exercise.” Heather complained. The others groaned, hoping they would look half as good when they hit thirty-nine. Steve weaved his hand weakly. “I’m going Ice-fishing.”
As if anyone cared. “Steve why on earth? Do you want to sit in a little shack on a cold lake?” Jennifer wondered. “You’ll freeze your …. ” She stopped and smiled. “Ahhh!” Heather leaned over. “Homeopathic therapy.”
“Finishing her Cuban, Winona snuffed her stub out in the ashtray. Grabbing Bridget by the hand she pulled her up. “Come on lets get a shower.” Leaning against Heather, Jennie watched them walk by. “Hey how many bathrooms does this cabin have anyway?” She asked looking around the three-bedroom cottage. Winona and Bridget broke into a run. The others scrambled up after them only to have the bathroom door slammed in their faces.
End of Part 8