The Harem Episode 4 (1/3)
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By Ghoulardi
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As three o’clock rolled around it had been another typical day of
shooting Buffy The Vampire Slayer for Sarah. At least it would have
been, if not for her carnal escapades of late.
More and more she caught herself spending her breaks trying to contact
Love, Rose or Jennifer. Instead of going over lines for the next scene
or talking with her castmates, she was always calling the others or
missing them, sometimes to the point where it hurt to have to go home
alone. Why did their schedules have to clash so much that they
couldn’t find any time together?
Today her habit continued, as she picked up the cordless phone in her
trailer as soon as she left the set. Without any hesitation she
punched in the speed dial code for Love’s daytime phone number. Maybe
this time she’d get through. Maybe she’d even get some dirty talk in
these few minutes. Maybe…
“Hi! You’ve reached Love Hewitt’s voice mailbox. Please leave a
message and phone number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.
See ya!”
…she wouldn’t have to settle for that again. Sarah left a short
message, hoping Love would remember her on-set extension. On to Rose,
she thought to herself. Sarah dialed the number, waited through the
familiar four rings, then…
“Hey, it’s Rose. If you don’t know what to do, get a clue.”
…answering machine. “Damn! Onto Jennifer, I guess,” Sarah thought as
she tried getting a hold of her. All she got was…
“Beep…beep…beep…beep…”
…another busy signal. Failed again, Sarah appraised, growing sick of
this hassle. She put the phone down and stood there, head hung low,
despondent and impatient. Her frustration took control, making her
unable to move away, physically or emotionally. Once, just once, why
couldn’t they be there? The sentiment unmercifully stuck in her head,
paining her until a voice through the open trailer door broke the
stupor.
“Sarah! Director wants you on the set, he’s cutting break short!”
“Wha…oh, thanks Rick.”
Rick was one of the newer production assistants, taking a semester off
from USC with this internship. He definitely looked like a showbiz
type, scruffy with long wavy brown hair, 5’10” and medium build. The
job didn’t pay much, but looking at some of the prettiest faces in the
game on a daily basis made up for that, as did the behind-the-scenes
experience.
“Hey, you sure you’re all right?” He asked Sarah walking out of the
trailer.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get back to the set before we’re missed,” She
replied.
“Sarah,” he grabbed her wrist as she walked away, stopping her, “You
sure you don’t want to go out for coffee or something after shooting?
You’d feel a lot better.”
“Rick, I already told you, I don’t date in the industry.” Not publicly
anyway, she said to herself with a sly smile threatening to break over
her face.
“It wouldn’t be a date. Look, I can see you’re not at your best, and
all I want to do is help you out.” He was growing desperate.
“How would you know?! You’ve only been here three weeks, and…” Sarah
became more assertive with every word.
“And what’s this about you not dating in the industry? I’ve heard
about you and David…”
“Rick, that’s enough!” Sarah exclaimed.
“…and about the chemistry you two had. I don’t know, maybe the
tabloids were right,” His voice lowered, “Maybe you really are a
lesbian.”
“Why you little…” Sarah angrily reacted.
“Oouuuggghhhh!!” Rick tried to blurt out, but the swift knee to his
groin from Sarah relieved him of his voice for the moment. He fell
over, grabbing in pain right where he shouldn’t have, as she walked off
to the next set, more irritated than ever.
After finishing off the last two scenes for the day Sarah went over to
the catering table, pouring herself a glass of lemonade. She was about
to head back to her trailer when she heard a familiar voice.
“Hey Sarah, everything all right?”
She turned to see Alyson Hannigan, more familiar to the general public
as the red-haired babbling sidekick Willow. Over the seasons the two
had become very close friends, often going to awards shows and other
media events together. That said something for Sarah, who was
reluctant to trust anyone.
“Yeah, I’m great. Why wouldn’t I be?” Sarah tried to brush it off.
“You don’t seem great. I saw what you did to the new guy earlier.”
Sarah’s demeanor quickly turned sour having been found out. Alyson
continued,
“Sarah, I know you too well, I can see something’s bothering you. You
sure you don’t want to talk about it?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. You know that.”
“This isn’t about David being gone, is it?” Alyson sheepishly asked.
She meant David Boreanaz, now enjoying stardom on Angel, the Buffy spin-
off show. Sarah casually laughed, knowing she and no one else on the
set had any idea even close to what her situation was. But it did
brighten her spirits somewhat.
“No, not at all.” Sarah said with a small smile, “We just did that
whole crossover thing last week, so how could I miss him that much,
even if I did?” Alyson didn’t look convinced. “Come on, you know how
it is between me and him. We had our roles to play, and we ended up
producing some great on-screen scenes. But that’s all it was, on-
screen.”
Still, eyeballing and feeling that seemingly sculpted body of his had
its advantages for Sarah. Alyson didn’t mind either, being able to
watch.
“But there’s got to be something that’s getting to you. Lately you’ve
seemed so distant, like you’re not yourself. That’s not the Sarah I
know. There has to be something I can do.” Alyson offered.
“Alyson, I really appreciate you being concerned at all, but it’s not
something I can just tell someone. There’s family involved and…”
“Oh, okay, I get it.” Alyson turned away, ashamed she’d bothered to
ask.
“No, no, please don’t take it the wrong way. I’d tell you if I could,
but it’s something I have to deal with on my own. You know how things
like that are.” Sarah said, easing her friend’s anxiety.
“All right, but I miss seeing the old you on the set. You’re positive
there’s no way I can help?”
Sarah thought about it for a few moments.
“Well…yeah there is. I could really use a hug right now. You don’t
mind?”
Alyson offered her arms, accepting Sarah, who leaned more and more on
her friend with each passing instant, letting her real emotions come
out. Alyson kept wondering what Sarah really had to deal with, but at
least she could make her feel better. As Sarah tightened the embrace
she shed a tear, hoping she’d be in this position soon with the ones
she really wanted. The droplet slid down her cheek as she looked at
the nighttime sky set background not ten feet from her, praying she
could wish on one of those stars for the stars she knew best.
Love picked up her phone in her trailer, done with her Time of Your
Life shoots for the day. Finding a new message on her voice mail, she
checked it immediately.
“Hey Love, it’s Sarah. I know you’re tired of hearing this, but I
might have some extra time this afternoon, give me a buzz if you can.
Later.”
Love clumsily fumbled while dialing the numbers, undaunted by how many
other times she’d done this and it hadn’t worked. Again, it didn’t
today as she got Sarah’s voice mail. Not getting through this often
was starting to be so much of a letdown.
Rose got back to her home in Encino, tired out from a long day of
shopping. She made sure to leave a couple weeks between movie
shootings for important tasks like supplementing her wardrobe. Today
dance party gear was the target of choice, including a few metallic
mesh tops, some go-go boots and a couple pairs of satin pants, one
cherry red, one sky blue. Now all Rose needed to find was a rave party
somewhere near the Sunset Strip.
Seeing her answering machine light flashing she punched the play
button, hearing yet another set of messages from Love, Sarah and
Jennifer. This one-way communication stuff without any direct contact
really annoyed her. If only they could get right to the fucking they’d
all be fine, she figured as she sent out another inevitable set of
voice mail messages.
So far it has been a productive day for Jennifer and she had managed to
get through everything with a couple of afternoon hours to spare. It
was her mid-week off day from Friends rehearsals, time for her to meet
with her agent, publicist, producers and the like for future projects.
Hectic to be sure, but it seemed to pass quickly.
Back at her L.A. house she hoped there wouldn’t be too many messages to
go through so she’d be free for a little while. She found one short
note from some suit that she would pay attention to later. Then there
they were again, Sarah, Love and Rose, trying again to establish
contact.
Jennifer wasn’t sure what to make of it. Sure they’d shown her some of
the wildest times of her life, but was this something she wanted to
continue long-term? Maybe, or maybe not, but she couldn’t let it fade
away because of communication barriers.
She knew from experience that this game of phone tag probably wouldn’t
ever end with a phone connection. Then she thought of something, a way
that might get everyone together and get her out of eating something
from her fridge again. With her evening free she mulled over setting
up a dinner appointment. She almost didn’t though, hesitating before
picking up her phone. “Should I really being doing this?” she
wondered.
But she didn’t want to lose these three, not this way. That convinced
her to make the reservations and then send out a group message:
“Hey everybody, it’s Jennifer. I know it’s short notice and all, but
this phone tag stuff just isn’t working. If you can, come to Checkers
at the Wyndham Hotel tonight around 8:30 or so. I’ve got reservations,
ask for table 423, it’s in a private room. Don’t worry if you’re late,
just please show if you can, cause I really want to see you guys. Hope
I’ll meet you there!”
Putting down the phone she went right to her closet to pick out her
evening wear, already motivated by what might happen later…
8:45 rolled by and Jennifer still sat alone in the downtown Los Angeles
restaurant, caught in a rhythm checking her watch and delaying the
waiter every few minutes. It seemed like a total waste of time on her
part, something that wasn’t meant to be. Back to staring at the
wallpaper for her, but as the clock struck ten ‘til nine…
“Hey, there you are!”
…in walked Love, breaking the silence. Rose immediately followed, both
greeted by Jennifer with a hug and some appreciative words.
“Glad you could make it. Any of you hear from Sarah?”
“Nope. Sure hope she makes it.” Love answered. Rose said the same.
The three of them sat down and settled in, chatting for a few minutes
before their fourth joined in.
“Sorry guys, did I miss anything?” Sarah chimed in as she entered.
“No, not at all. We’re just happy you could show.” Jennifer remarked,
sharing a smile with the others.
“Really happy.” Love added, leaning over with a peck for Sarah’s cheek
as she sat down.
“Hey now,” a flattered Sarah responded, “Don’t be leaving lipstick on
me, at least not yet.”
“Oh I will, and I know just where to stain you too.” Love lewdly
teased.
“Please. At least wait ‘til you get her in the bathroom.” Rose
sneered.
“I’m sure you have.” Sarah retorted.
“I’m not the only one. Like it takes anybody that long to powder a
nose.” Rose snapped back.
“Rose, did you just accuse me of…” Sarah tried to ask.
“Hell, I’ll take you back there now and show you what a good time
really is.” Rose cut her off, staring her dead in the eyes, hands on
the table and leaning forward like a cat ready to pounce across the
table. Jennifer couldn’t believe her eyes or ears.
“You guys! We’ve got the room to ourselves, but can we really say that
stuff in public?”
“What, afraid maybe we’ll all do you right here?” Love added.
Rose and Sarah reflexively did a double take after that line, then all
three turned their gazes to the increasingly nervous Jennifer as though
they might go through with it. She was trapped looking between Sarah’s
friendly stare and Love’s big brown eyes before catching Rose take a
quick peek down her physique. That forced Jennifer into gaping at
those seemingly evil pupils as an equally devious smile formed from
Rose’s lips. Picking up Jennifer’s focus got her to murmur a low,
appetizing,
“Meow.”
Sarah couldn’t help but snicker at the exchange, driving Love into a
full belly laugh that the others joined. The waiter walked in just in
time to miss the goings-on, asking for beverage requests.
“We’ll need a few more minutes,” Sarah informed him. None of them had
a chance to look at the menu yet.
“Get whatever you want, it’s on me.” Jennifer said, opening hers.
“Really? Thanks!” Love brightly replied.
“That’s really nice of you, but you don’t have to do that. Isn’t this
place one of the most expensive in town?” Sarah questioned.
“It is, but I don’t mind. I asked you here on such short notice it’s
the least I can do.” Jennifer generously answered.
“Are you kidding? That’s why we should cover the tab, especially after
how we introduced ourselves.” Sarah asserted.
“Yeah. Don’t take this the wrong way, we’re not ungrateful at all,
it’s just…you don’t need to go out of your way for us.” Love agreed.
“No, really, it’s okay. I like being with you guys.” Jennifer
reiterated.
“How so?” Rose inquired.
“It’s hard to say. I mean, I don’t know what it is about being around
you three, it’s…it’s very exciting.”
“Exciting?” Love asked.
“Oooh tell us more.” Sarah flirted.
“It’s like…I don’t know what any of you’ll do next, and it’s…it keeps
me on edge all the time. It’s thrilling, and I’ve never been in a
relationship like that. You know what I mean?”
“You mean like right now?” Sarah kept on, with Love’s, Rose’s and her
stares growing more intense.
“W…well, yeah you could say that.” Jennifer confirmed.
“So we’re exciting? Exciting how? Exciting like eye candy? We arouse
you? We make you wet? We’re here to arouse you? Thrilling how? How
are we thrilling? Tell us! Tell us what’s thrilling!!” Love said,
dropping her voice a couple octaves in her best impression of Joe Pesci
from Goodfellas, bursting the whole gathering into riotous laughter,
nearly ignoring the innuendo.
“Love, you are too much.” Sarah said, trying her best to catch her
breath.
“I’m not even going there,” Rose supplemented, despite having the wind
knocked out of her from laughing so hard.
If nothing else that gave everyone a chance to look over the menu,
saving the waiter another few trips. Over white wine and salads they
kept off of fleshy topics, talking about their current shows and
projects.
The good-natured exchange kept on through the main courses. Two of the
four took in one of the house’s seafood dishes: a salmon filet for
Love, and Jennifer choosing baked trout. The exceptions were Rose,
opting for veal medallions, and Sarah, enjoying that’s night’s special
of stuffed tri-colored ravioli.
As they all took in the cuisine and conversation Jennifer felt a sudden
nudging on her leg, sending a shock up her spine. She froze for a
moment, then went back to eating and listening to Sarah and Love gab
about this season’s new co-stars on their shows. Then she felt it
again, more of a rubbing now, up and down her calf, coming from her
left. Looking that way Jennifer saw Rose devour another piece of veal
but little else.
Whatever it was pressed on, creeping up Jennifer’s leg to her knee, and
farther still. She couldn’t tell what it felt like, despite its
advancing. Jennifer grew more panicky as it brushed higher and higher
up her leg, stroking faster as well. From the angle she knew it had to
be coming from the left side, even though Rose appeared blameless
enough, just eating, drinking and listening. As it moved closer to her
groin Jennifer felt so tense she had to take action, reaching under the
table to get a grip on this invader.
Some subtle touches confirmed Jennifer’s suspicions, feeling like the
outside of a shoe. Knowing they were alone in the room, she took the
opportunity to be a little daring, giving the imposing entity a quick
yank.
“Hey!!” Rose blurted out, grabbing the table so as not to fall out of
her seat, attracting everyone’s attention.
“Just what were you doing?” Jennifer demanded.
“Oh, you must be a footsie virgin.” The other two glared confusedly at
how peculiar Rose’s answer was.
“What?? Since when do you get off doing that?” Jennifer fired back.
“Looked like you were, but the real fun was watching you squirm
around. And don’t tell me you didn’t, I could see it in your eyes.”
Rose calmly explained. Jennifer stared back at her in disbelief, then
looking toward Love and Sarah.
“Okay you two, tell me, where did you find this whore?”
“Oh really? You want to join me in Sarah’s toilet stall party and see
what a whore I can be?” Rose took it as a dirty complement.
“Yeah, and watch her break out Mr. Snappy.” Sarah added on. Love
giggled away on the side.
“Mr. what?” A perplexed Jennifer asked.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Sarah informed.
“Wish I could. Thing is my agent wants to meet in the morning.” Rose
said.
“I knew it. I just knew it!” Love exclaimed almost on reflex,
considerably shifting the mood at the table.
“Love, keep it down, it’s not that big a deal.” Sarah tried to pacify
her.
“Yes it is!! This can’t keep happening!! Every time we try to meet
it’s ‘I’ve got this meeting’ or ‘There’s this morning shoot’ or ‘I have
to be somewhere else.’ Why? Why, Sarah??”
“Love, settle down!” Sarah ordered.
“No, I can’t!! Why can’t we be together?? Why can’t we stay the night
together without somebody leaving?? Why is it always something?!?!?”
The plea had everyone taken aback and put Love into tears. Sarah moved
closer to her, draping her arm around Love’s back, trying to comfort
her.
“Love, you feel that strongly about it?” Love nodded sadly as an
answer, still crying. “I’m sorry Love, but you know that’s the way it
is. Of course I want to be with you, we all do, but we all have
commitments. There’s things we need to get done and…”
“No.”
The soft veto came from Jennifer, attracting everyone’s attention. She
continued,
“It’s not fair. We should be there.” She walked around to the
opposite end of the table, kneeling down on the floor beside Love in
her chair, holding her hand before going on.
“Love…Love, look at me.” Love reluctantly lifted her eyes, still
sniffling. “Remember that night at your place?”
“Yeah.” She replied.
“Let me tell you, leaving that night was the last thing in the world I
wanted to do.” Jennifer confessed.
“Really?” Love sheepishly responded.
“Jenn, no offense, but you hardly know us at all.” Sarah chimed in.
“It doesn’t matter. I would’ve given anything to stay with you. You
guys put shivers in places I didn’t know I had.”
“Wow.” That kick-started the impulses to Love’s pleasure center.
Sarah was stunned in like fashion.
“So we are better than Brad?” Rose’s question helped lighten the
mood.
“In some ways yes, but he can do some fabulous things too.” Everyone
had their juices flowing after that comment, including Love with a
small grin instead of the pronounced frown just seconds earlier.
“You feel any better?” Jennifer asked.
“Yeah, I guess, but there’s got to be something we can do.” Love
suggested.
“Don’t worry, we’ll think of something.” Sarah reassured.
“While we’re pondering that and other mysteries of the cosmos, let’s
get some dessert!” Rose got the gang back in better spirits.
Over cakes, coffee and pastries the foursome sweetened away the heavier
issues, especially Love savoring her piece of strawberry cheesecake,
her favorite treat.
“Looks like somebody’s enjoying theirs a little too much.” Rose
observed.
“Oh yeah?” Love saw it as a dare. She reached for another forkful and
instead of eating it, she gave a little lick, then a few bigger ones
before wrapping her lips around half of the fork and consuming all she
could from that length, appearing to execute fellatio on her dessert.
The others, mesmerized by this sudden display, couldn’t take their eyes
off it.
Love followed that up by more vigorously taking down the rest of it on
the silverware, then giving the fork a few suggestive licks to clean
off any residue. Rose cheered her for putting on that show, as did
Sarah and Jennifer once their stupor wore off.
“My, aren’t you naughty tonight?” Sarah marveled.
“And what doesn’t get you going?” Jennifer wondered. Love tried her
best to put on a more innocent expression, which no one fell for.
“That’s why she’s our little sl…” Love instantly stared Sarah down at
that attempted crack. “Oh, fine.” Sarah backed down.
“Can I get you cheesecake next time?” Rose inquired.
“Sure you can, but what are you gonna do with it?” Love kidded.
“What would I do?” Rose grew devilish again, “Smear it…all over you,
over every last inch…” The words made Love tense up as Rose
unmercifully continued, “…of your face, and hair, and everywhere,
spread it all around…but then I’d have to clean you up.”
“Th..th..th..then what would you do?” Love excitedly tried to say as
tremors rolled through her nerves.
“Rose! You can’t make her come right here.” Sarah stepped in.
Jennifer’s shock tolerance was tested again as she thought “Oh my god,
is this really happening?”
“I guess. If you want to act it out you know where to find me.” Rose
abruptly ended, much to Love’s arousal letdown.
“With me stuffing toilet paper into her.” Sarah timed it perfectly,
getting everyone to laugh at Rose’s brand of insinuation.
“Don’t make me slam a roll up your ass.” Rose threatened to everyone’s
humor.
“All this and more next time on…on…oh forget it.” Love said, trying to
imitate an announcer’s voice, causing even more laughter.
“I’m not missing that show!” Jennifer declared between chuckles.
“Yeah, whenever that is.” Rose sort of deflated the moment, bringing
the group down to reality as the waiter cleared their plates from the
table.
“There is something we could do…” Love started to say.
“Like what?” Rose asked.
“Forget it, it would never work.” Love tried passing it off.
“No, what is it? It can’t hurt.” Jennifer encouraged.
“Yeah Love, what’s on your mind?” Sarah egged on.
“C’mon Sarah, we know what’s always on her mind.” Rose prodded.
“Not this time.” Love hinted.
“Okay Love, if it’s not about sex, then what is it?” Sarah humorously
demanded. Love shook her head at the two of them, trying to say “You
would.” Then she spat it out.
“Well, I just thought of this, and it probably doesn’t make any sense,
but…and we haven’t known each other that long…I was just thinking…maybe
if we find somewhere…if we could find some place…maybe we could…live
together?”
None of the others could say a word. Sarah peered back at Love with a
speechless open mouth and wide-eyed wonder, Rose offered up another of
her pernicious glances, and Jennifer appeared bewildered, her eyes
pacing back and forth for suspicious characters.
“So what do you think?” Still no response. It seemed too much for
Love to bear.
“You hate it don’t you? I knew it, I shouldn’t have said it, it’s so
stupid. Why do I have to be such a dork like that?” Dejected, she
looked down, ashamed she’d even bothered.
“No, Love…” Sarah rushed over to her chair, lifting Love’s chin and
forcing her to stare back.
“Love that’s a great idea!” Sarah softly declared, her tone showing her
devotion.
“Really?” Love asked, her face resembling a wounded doe.
“Yes! If that’s what we need to do to stay together, I’ll do it in a
second.” Sarah put a small glow back in Love’s face.
“And if we’ve got problems getting together now imagine what would
happen when we, you know, invite some others.” Sarah continued.
“Invite some others?” Jennifer echoed.
“You didn’t think you’re the only one, did you?” Rose sneered.
“And if that means you could wake me up every morning…that’d be
wonderful.” Love got the brunt of Sarah’s tease.
“Maybe I will,” Love returned saucily, “What about you guys?”
“I’d do it. With what it’s like being around you, if I had that all
the time…phew! I don’t know if I could handle it, I’d be so hyper…”
Jennifer agreed.
“You mean like every day would be an adventure?” Sarah guessed.
“Oh yeah, I’d be wet all the time.” The others stared back at Jennifer
bug-eyed, very much startling her into a shock-ridden pose. “Shit, did
I just say that?”
“Depends. You want to do something about that?” Rose threatened to
the delight of the group.
“I don’t know, what is it about you guys that makes me like this?”
Jennifer sought.
“What about you Rose? Would you go for this?” Love interrupted.
“I’m in, you kidding? There’d be an orgy every week, can’t miss
that.” Rose was eerily nonchalant about it.
“So where should we go? Jenn, you’ve got a pretty nice place.” Sarah
hinted.
“Oh no, not if you’re planning on bringing more in, it’s not nearly big
enough.” Jennifer explained.
“Same here.” Rose said.
“And Love and I both have apartments…” With Sarah’s comment the group
hit a roadblock. After some thought Jennifer came up with something.
“Tell you what, I’ll look through some real estate listings and see if
anything pops up.”
“Thanks Jenn!” Love applauded.
“I will too, there’s must be something in the Times.” Sarah
concurred.
“Yeah, there’s gotta be something.” Love echoed, peering at her
watch. “Did anyone notice it’s 11:30 already?”
“11:30? No way!” Rose contended.
“Yeah, guess we have to go.” Love admitted.
“It’s okay, I’ll take care of the rest.” Jennifer mentioned.
“All right,” Love said while getting up, “If you insist.” She gave
Jennifer a quick, gleeful kiss on the lips before leaving.
“Figures. I, on the other hand, am worth the wait.” Rose announced on
her way out. In the doorway Love gave her a quick pinch on the behind
for that. Jennifer took care of the check as the waiter cleared the
dishes.
“Hey Jenn, can I ask you something?” Sarah asked.
“Sure, you want to know about where to look for real estate?”
“Not right now, it’s…I’ve got this problem on the Buffy set and…and you
seem like you’d be good with this kind of thing…could you help me with
it?”
“Fire away.”
“Okay. There’s this guy…”
“Ohhh, you’ve got a case of the set hots, don’t you?” Jennifer guessed
with a lighthearted face.
“Oh god no, I wish. There’s this P.A. that keeps hitting on me and he
doesn’t get that I don’t want anything to do with him.”
“Yeah, I know the kind.” Jennifer understood.
“Today it got worse. I sort of…put a knee to his…”
“Where it counts?”
“Yep.” Sarah was embarrassed to let it out.
“Well was he wearing a cup?”
Sarah had to laugh at Jennifer’s question.
“What does that have to do with it?”
“If he was you’d have a real problem right now, wouldn’t you?”
Jennifer’s insight sharply hit Sarah.
“Man, you’re right…”
“He’d probably be all over the set and it might even get to the
press.”
“Yeah…” Sarah shook her head in disbelief on how on target Jennifer
was, “What was I thinking?”
“You weren’t. Let me guess, your temper got to you.”
“Yes…” Sarah was even more dumbfounded, “How did you know?! Do you
read tarot cards or something?”
“No, it’s this knack I have. I guess I have a sense for reading into
people’s problems. Mom always said I should be a therapist.” Sarah
just stared back in astonishment.
“That and Lisa had a problem like that a couple years back.”
“Lisa Kudrow? That seems so unlike her.”
“Yeah, but if someone bugs you enough it can get to anybody.”
“That’s something of a disappointment.” Sarah abruptly changed
course.
“How’s that?”
“Means you’re not really Dr. Laura, are you?” They both shared a laugh
with that.
“Not even close. But it might make for a good movie script.”
“So Ms. Advice Lady, what do I do about it?” Sarah asked
lightheartedly with her trademark smile.
“First thing, you go to the director and get his ass out of there.”
“Done. But what can I do so this doesn’t happen again?”
“That’s a little tougher. It’s not like you can hold your breath or
count to ten or something like that.”
“So no anger management lesson here?”
“Nope. You’ve got to get rid of the impulse that makes you go that
far.”
“How do I do that?”
“It just takes a little thought. You’ve worked a long time to get
where you are, right?”
“Oh god yes, you have no idea.”
“Actually I do, you’d be surprised. Anyway, you wouldn’t want to ruin
that by letting one guy have it, even if he deserves it, right?”
“Yeah, my reputation would be shot.”
“That’s it. If you appreciate what you have, you won’t blow it and
you’ll never get to that point.”
“Yeah…” Sarah felt like Jennifer had read into her soul, “You really
are good with this stuff, thank you so much!”
“Don’t mention it. I like helping people though issues, it really
helps when I have to deal with one.” The conversation ended there as
the waiter brought back the check.
“I guess we should be going.” Sarah conceded.
“Yeah, guess so.” Jennifer repeated, getting up from her chair.
“Thanks for everything.” Sarah complimented, standing and giving
Jennifer a hug.
“Like I said, don’t worry about it, it’s my pleasure.”
“Yeah, but…thanks.” Sarah looked up and kissed Jennifer on the lips,
only for a second. It was meant to say good-bye, but it got both of
them going, their eyes locked as pulses quickened. They peered around
for onlookers, noticing no one, then moved in close for a deeper,
faster kiss. First the tips, then their whole tongues twirled around
each others’ as their lips met and remet, growing moister by the
instant.
Sarah moved further, reaching for the back of Jennifer’s neck for
support so her tongue could move farther into her, Jennifer responding
in kind as best she could in the few seconds they had. Much as they
hated to, they had to break it off.
“See you soon.” Sarah breathlessly mouthed.
“Very soon.” Jennifer conceded, ending their evening.
Early that next week Jennifer passed some of her time surfing AOL,
getting her regular online fix. She’d already covered the fashion and
the entertainment news sites, and for some reason there was hardly
anyone in the chat rooms she frequented. She relished the chance they
offered to be herself, just another someone, without a showbiz persona
to live up to.
With that option eliminated for now, it gave her some spare moments.
Remembering the conversation at the restaurant, she decided to take a
peek at some real estate listings, not expecting to find anything but
willing to see what was out there.
Jennifer browsed what AOL had to offer, finding it far from
impressive. Then she tried hitting the Web, finding some Los Angeles
area listings from a search engine, but none of them even came close to
how large a place she and the girls would need, if they went that
route. She was about to stop when a banner ad at the bottom of the
page caught her eye.
“Lindsey Carlsen, one of a kind Southern California properties.
Hmmm…”
She clicked on the ad, finding the site of an agent selling estates as
odd as could be. She found an assortment of all-glass homes, building
plans for castle, cathedral and coliseum style mansions, a hollowed
donut style facility and several places that appeared more like small
hotels. It was all very startling, as though she’d walked into a fairy
tale properties auction.
Jennifer examined some of these eclectic offerings just for laughs.
Towards the bottom of the listings page the homes began to seem
slightly more normal, adding to her interest. The next-to-last one
especially made an impression.
“Full-service business facility recently shut down, available at a
fraction of market value. Easily convertible to large residence or
small enterprise.”
The words felt like they fit what she had in mind, even though she’d
hadn’t the slightest idea what that was. She clicked the link, leading
to a page with a more detailed description. The effect it had on her
was spellbinding, almost cryptic as each image and every bullet point
suited exactly what such a place should be, not to mention all the
fantasies they generated.
Jennifer read and reread the page over and over, attempting to ensure
this was in fact real and not her being overworked. It did more than
intrigue her, it titillated her, just imagining what those three and
their brand of frolicking could unleash in this place. She became so
pent up with restlessness she immediately requested the property and
excitedly left a message for Ms. Carlsen, eager and almost begging to
tour the place.
Two days later Jennifer raced back into her house, fresh from touring
the estate with Ms. Carlsen on her mid-week off day. The magnitude and
richness of the place had won her over; she was completely bewitched by
it.
First thing she did besides dropping the profile on the countertop was
reach right for her phone, clumsily rushing through the buttons to dial
Love’s home number. When she got the inevitable answering machine she
let loose.
“Oh my god Love I just saw the perfect place for us, you’ve absolutely
got to see it!!! I don’t care what you have to do, cancel everything
you’ve got going on Saturday, we’ll meet here at 11:00 and I’ll drive
you over there. It is so, so, ohhhh you have to see it to believe it,
it is so great!!! See you then, bye!”
Jennifer was nearly spent after that effort, catching her breath and
pouring a glass of mango & pineapple juice from the fridge. She had
just enough left in her to notify Sarah and Rose before running
upstairs and falling onto her bed, exhausted but thrilled to no end at
what she had witnessed a couple hours earlier.
Come Saturday morning Jennifer woke up sluggishly, not having had a
good night’s rest. She hadn’t been out late after shooting, but her
feeling resembled a hangover. With some haze still in her eyes she
glanced over at the clock on her nightstand, where the numbers made her
fully alert:
10:50 am.
“Oh no!” Jennifer thought as a shot of panic pierced her. She swore
she’d set the alarm the night before. The others would be here any
minute if they’d gotten the messages…and made themselves available…and
didn’t confuse 11:00 for night instead of morning. Maybe that would
buy her some time, she hoped, rushing to her closet desperate for
something, anything to wear. Just then,
“Ding-dong!”
The doorbell rang. Jennifer knew she had to get it, but she couldn’t
go out there in what she had on, a short silk slip with nothing
underneath. Then again, if whoever it was waited too long out there
the paparazzi would take notice and have a field day with it. She had
to act.
She rushed downstairs to the front door, opening it while standing
behind it, avoiding exposing herself to the outside. Right when Sarah
stepped through the doorway Jennifer hurried to shut the door. As it
closed Sarah looked back, seeing who had been hiding behind it and
why.
“Um, uh…” Sarah stammered, choked up by the sight of lightly clad
Jennifer in front of her. She couldn’t help but stare up and down
Jennifer’s body a few times, down around the edge of the slip to the
tops of those rounded breasts, further down to every inch of those
long, well-defined, perfectly shaped legs, distinguished with curve
after delectable curve. All the while Sarah slightly licked her lips
against her will, gaping at this comely package in this wonderfully
slim frame.
“Wh…what did you plan on…having for breakfast?” Sarah managed to
sputter out. Jennifer snickered a little, realizing Sarah believed she
was being seduced.
“No, I’m sorry. My alarm clock didn’t work and I just woke up.”
Jennifer’s explanation was wasted as Sarah advanced, almost pinning her
to the door.
“There’s still a few minutes before Love and Rose get here. Sure you
can’t fit in a quickie?” Sarah grilled with panting passion in her
voice and lust in her eyes.
“I…I really need to get ready.” Jennifer managed to get by and back up
the stairs, leaving Sarah somewhat discouraged. She made her way to
the living room, looking out for the others.
In the next 15 minutes Rose and Love showed, along with Jennifer
putting a short, casual light green dress and nibbling down a cereal
bar. After that Jennifer thanked everyone for making it, grabbed the
estate profile and led the group to her Land Rover for the ride out.
The girls didn’t expect Jennifer to be driving an SUV, but it hardly
surprised them considering the increasing popularity of those
vehicles. It gave Jennifer a sort of ego kick to be behind the wheel
of such an imposing machine yet not taking the risks associated with
something like a motorcycle. It showed as she revved up the engine a
few times along the on-ramp to the Pacific Coast Highway.
“So Jenn, where’s this absolutely spectacular place at?” Love
questioned in her animated way from the back seat. Sarah was right
next to her while Rose sat shotgun in front.
“Over in Malibu. It’ll be a while.” By Jennifer’s prediction it was
around a half-hour.
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