Message-ID: <465.repost$980812050425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.email (dimitri) Subject: (Anonymous)"Showtime - Part 6 (mf, ff, assault) [2/2]- Featuring Jennifer Love Hewitt and a Vanna White lookalike Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6qhnmo$6nf$2@newsource.ihug.co.nz> I'm not the author of this particular story, just the poster for someone who wishes to remain anonymous. If you would like to make a comment on this story, send e-mail to dimitri_resides@hotmail.com and I'll pass it on to the author. Enjoy! Standard Disclaimer If you're under 18, get lost. This is just and erotic story, with not the slightest element of truth, or fact. Although it is based on some real people, all actions and events are completely fictitious. This is not meant to slander any ones reputation. Pass the story on freely as you wish, but without alterations. "It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing." - Billy Joel SHOWTIME Part 6 (mf, ff, assault) When she got back Jennifer coming out of the washroom, “Already to go?” Sarah smiled, Jennifer nodded, Steve put his cases on the cart with Jennifer’s and began to push it out of the lounge, with the girls leading the way arm in arm. Sarah apologized for parking in the parking garage, saying that the V.I.P. parking area was too busy. The real reason of course was that she was trying to be there covertly. She suggested Jennifer put on her sunglasses and baseball hat. As they entered the elevator Steve checked his six, the weasel from the plane was back there, with a couple of big associates. Once in the elevator Jennifer dug through her purse for her sunglasses. Sarah opened up a carry on bag for a cap. Jennifer asked Steve where he was staying, Sarah perked up that she had gotten the address while Jennifer was in the washroom. The elevator stopped at their level Sarah led them to her Ford Explorer, or rather the studios. They walked to the back of the garage, and found the SUV just where Sarah left it, in a corner spot near the wall. “New truck?” Jennifer asked. “ Company” Sarah replied “I didn’t know how much luggage you’d have.” She opened the back and they loading it up. Steve just closed the trunk, as the girls got in the front. He heard footsteps echoing off the concrete floor several yards away. Looking in the reflection of the back window he could see creepy, and his two buddies coming towards him. They looked like mob, Steve turned to face them slowly, stepping away from the vehicle, so as not to block its path should the girls need to run for it. When Steve didn’t get into the SUV, Sarah and Jennifer looked out the window. Jennifer was startled, “Oh’ my God it’s him!” Sarah looked “Who him?” Jennifer put her hand to her mouth, ”The guy who grabbed me on the plane that’s him in the middle of those two gorillas.” The two apes looked like Bert and Ernie on steroids, only not as well dressed. The weasel in between them was now all smiles, ”Told you not to fuck with me. Maybe after my boy’s here are done teach you some manners, we can get to know those two lovely ladies in truck. That bitch is gonna be sorry she said no to me. No one refuses a Castallano! ” H e yelled at the truck. The trio smiled at Steve, which he took to mean they all shared the same brain. The girls watched from the truck debating what to do, Sarah tried her cell phone, but it couldn’t get through the walls of the parking garage. Jennifer banged on the van’s horn a couple of times but no one came running. The weasel nodded to his two thugs, who then lunged at Steve. He stepped back, and grabbed the closest one as he came at him. Gripping the man by his jacket he used the mans forward momentum to hurl him face first into a concrete support column. The other attacker came in right behind his pal, Steve ducked under his roundhouse punch and slugged the man in the stomach, the man sank to his knees like a priest behind an alter boy. The Steve took a step towards the wasel he heard a click, behind him. The guy by the pillar was holding a heater on him, his face was all bloody. No doubt Steve had broken his nose, the heater was a sliver plated, short barrel 357 magnum. The other guy got up and drew his piece, a 9mm Beretta, Steve stopped and put up his hands. The girls now frantic trying to decide what to do, Sarah started the truck, maybe they could run them down or at least go for help. Jennifer really felt bad about leaving Steve, but agreed it was their best hope. The men heard the SUV start up. The weasel yelled at the girls, “Shut that thing off, or we spill his brains right now !!” The girls traded glances, one of the thugs stepped up behind Steve and pressed the barrel of his gun up against his head. The other went to the passenger side and aimed his gun in the window at Jennifer’s face. Sarah turned off the motor. They were ordered out of the vehicle, and told take off their sunglasses. Sarah was recognized as the “Vampire chic.” The group stood in the empty parking spot between the SUV, and a delivery truck. The weasel eyed the two girls up and down, they shivered as they could feel him, and his boy’s undressing them with their eyes. “You know after we take care of lover boy here, you two are coming back to my place, and I’ll take really good care of the both of yas. Might even make our own little movie, call it “I Knows Who You Dun Last Night.” He and his boys laughed. Jennifer began to cry, “Hey don’t cry.” The hood smiled “I’ll make sure you get the starring role, in the gang bang scene, I know some really talented black guys they’ll have you cummin out all over the place.” Sarah glared at him, “You leave her alone you pig” Weasel looked at Sarah’s fresh face, “Chill babe, I know a few guys who’ll pay big buck’s ta drive their stakes inta your cunt too. You girls will be turning $10,000 tricks in no time, or I just might make you my Personal Fuck Toy!” Sarah glared at him with spite, “Over my dead body, you scum bag!” Mr. Castallano laughed, “That might not be such a bad idea, but as long as I have Miss Love her e, you’ll be a good little whore.” One of the thugs stepped up behind her, pressing his gun in her back he used his free hand to lift up the hem of her dress. It was pulled all the way up to her waist, revealing her neatly trimmed chestnut pussy. ”Wow , no panties!” He commented. The other men stared at Sarah’s snatch making derogatory remarks. Sarah’s face turned red, with shame, tears glistened in her eye’s. Jennifer looked over her shoulder, “Please, don’t hurt my friend mister.” The man grinned at her perversely, “Don’t worry tramp we’ll get to you soon enough.” The weasel tore his eyes from Sarah’s rich view, and stared at Jennifer. “That reminds me, I never did get so see your glory hole.” He sneered at Jennifer. “Came on babe, let’s have a quick peek.” Jennifer shook her head. “Show us the goods or Mr. Popularity gets whacked. Her hands shook as she grasped the hem of her skirt. “Came on, we don’t got all day bitch. She slowly pulled her hemline higher and higher, revealing her smooth white upper thighs. She looked at the floor in shame, trying to think of a way to forestall the inevitable. The hem of her dress was now only an inch below her crotch. It was like watching a striptease in slow motion. The three amigos were getting hard, their mouths were dry with anticipation at seeing this innocent child’s pussy. Sarah stopped crying now that their attention was focused on Jennifer, it made her feel a bit guilty. Even though her dress was still yanked up to her waist, and her pubis were exposed for all to see. Suddenly Sarah felt the man’s hand move down over her pelvis, his fingers snaking towards her private area. She looked at Steve pleading for him to do something. Moving like a Pentium 3 taking everyone by surprise, he slammed the thug behind him in the solar plexus, as the man went down Steve twisted the gun from his grasp. The other thug dropped Sarah’s dress, and moved to go between the two girls, Sarah stomped on mans foot,driving her elbow into stomach, as he doubled over, she hit him on the back of the neck with both hands. The man went down for the second time, his gun clattered to the floor. While he was on the ground Sarah began kicking him, screaming obscenities at the man as he begged for mercy. Steve was afraid she’d seriously hurt the man. “If you Ever, (kick) touch Me (kick) Again (kick), I swear I’II Rip (kick) Your Fucking (kick) Heart OUT!” He was going to feel that in the morning. “Sarah ease up girl.” Steve made a mental note, to never let Sarah get mad at him. Jennifer reacted quickly pulling her skirt back down faster that the express elevator at the Empire State Building. She bent over and picked up the shooter before the weasel could grab it. She pointed it at him shakingly. Steve had the other guy’s rod. “Okay you two, face down, hands behind your heads, and you Castallano, move over by the delivery truck.” Steve barked. “Nice work girls, Jennifer hand me the gun.” Jennifer had a twisted look of rage covering her face as she aimed the pistol at the perp. “I’m going to shoot the Fucker.” Steve looked at her eyes carefully. “You don’t want to do that, he’s not worth it.” She looked at Steve unsure of what to do. “He tried to rape me, said he was going to turn us into whores, and what if he comes after me again?” Steve spoke softly, ”He won’t, he doesn’t need that kind of trouble, I promise I won’t let him come after you.” She glanced at him again, still pointing the gun at Castallano. Sarah came up behind Jennifer, ‘Don’t Jennifer, you won’t be able to handle the guilt, give Steve the gun. “ Jennifer looked at her friend seeing a trace of fear on her face, Sarah nodded. She lowered the gun and held it out to Steve. Gently he took it from her hand and pocketed the gun, she turned and hugged Sarah, who stroked the back of her head, calming her friend. Steve pushed the little piss ant up against the truck, and pressed the gun to his forehead. Steve lowered his voice to just above a whisper, so the girls couldn’t hear him. “Now I know who you are, but you don’t know who I am. But since I’m since such a nice guy, I’ll show you my library card.” Reaching into his breast pocket he opened his Company I.D. the mobster looked at the symbol and letters embossed on the card. He stared back at Steve, with a look of resignation on his face. Steve went on, ”Glad you understand, Mr. Castallano, because if I even suspect that you, or your people are anywhere near these girls, or their families. I will have the F.B.I., A.T.F., and the I.R.S so far up your ass, I’ll know what brand of toothpaste you use in the morning “ The man nodded his sweaty brow, a look of fear frozen on his face as Steve said the letters I.R.S. Doing his best Dirty Harry impersonation, “Good, now listen up, you and I both know, that I could cap all of you, right now and not even sweat the finger prints. But I don’t need paperwork, and you don’t need the facial. But in the future should you even consider, messing with me, or them. You will be out of business, permanently. You stay out of their lives, I stay out of yours, you can’t handle the heat.“ Steve removed the gun from the man’s head, he breathed a sigh of relief. He backed up to the SUV and got in the back seat. Sarah started the engine and backed out of the parking space. Steve unloaded the pistols, dropping the pieces out the window as they left. Sarah drove through the garage at 30mph, Steve leaned froward, and reminded her to slow down. They got to the exit and Sarah paid the attendant, he smiled at her not seeing the puffy red eyes behind the sunglasses. Not far from the airport Sarah broke into tears, Steve suggested she pullover and let him drive. She pulled into the safety lane and got out, Steve stepped out, as did Jennifer. Sarah fell sobbing into his arms, for a few minutes. Jennifer came around and joined them. Then they got in the back seat, while Steve drove taking her directions. Occasionally he checked on the girls in the rearview mirror. Jennifer recounted the story, of what happened on the plane, to Sarah in more detail. She listened intently holding Jennifer in her arms. An hour later they arrived at the house, Jennifer asked where they where. It was a two story Spanish style house, the front lawn was well kept with lots of trees. There were several other vehicles, parked on the street, and a couple in the carport. Sarah said it was a NBC studio guesthouse, Steve looked at her uneasily. Jennifer looked at them puzzled. Sarah held Jennifer’s hands, and spoke quietly, “There is, something I have to tell you Jennifer, and it’s a bit alkward. But it’s nothing bad, so don’t worry.” Jennifer glanced at Steve in the mirror his face was illegible. She turned her attention back to Sarah. “I wasn’t at the airport to pick you up today.” Jennifer shook her head, “But you and the gang knew I was coming back early. Didn’t you volunteer to come get me.” Sarah paused glancing at Steve, “No, I was there to get Steve, I had no idea you were on that flight, I’m sorry.” Jennifer looked back and forth between Sarah and Steve she was speechless. “You guys know each other?” Steve turned slightly and nodded in confirmation. “Why didn’t you tell me on the plane?” Steve just shrugged, not knowing how much Sarah was prepared to reveal, “It’s complicated.” Her eyes narrowed, “Are you guys involved? “ Sarah looked at Steve and tilted her head to one side, “No not really, it’s not quite like that.” Jennifer looked down at the seat, “Oh God, Sarah I think you should know, I Steve and I had sex.” Sarah’s brow went up “WHAT!” Steve stiffened, expecting a blow to the back of his head any second now. Jennifer looked up, “Don’t blame Steve, it wasn’t his fault, I had to practically throw myself at him. It was on spur of the moment. I’m sorry I had no idea.” Both of them were surprised when Sarah started to laugh, she got out of the truck pulling Jennifer towards the house, come on we’ll talk inside. Steve got out, grabbing his briefcase, and laptop. Upon entering the house, Jennifer received a second shock of the day. In the living room were some familiar faces, but she wondered why they were there. Heather Locklear, and Bridget Fonda were sitting in a loveseat, Jennie Garth sitting on a couch, Alyssa Milano was coming down the stairs, and Winona Ryder was bringing a tray of cups from the kitchen. She didn’t realize that they seemed to be expecting her. Sarah guided Jennifer Love into the room, and sat her down on the couch opposite Jennie. The other girls looked worried, something was not right. Steve came in the door, Alyssa greeted him with a big hug, kissing him firmly on the lips, ”Hi welcome back.” they went inside. Jennifer watched the two, coming into the room. She was intrigued, at how comfortable Alyssa seemed around him. Then she saw how all the others greeted him with almost the same familiarity. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge jealousy, and the competition was way out of her league. There was no way she could win against Heather Locklear, Jennie Garth, or Winona Ryder.Steve was not surprised to see Alyssa, Heather and Jennie. But he was a bit worried when he saw Bridget and Winona. The girls sat down, Bridget poured coffee and tea for everyone, while Sarah and Jennifer told them about their ordeal on the flight, and at the airport. As Sarah told the story, Jennifer held her hands, watching the girls for their reactions. While they seemed shocked, sympathetic, even frightened for her. Jennifer felt that they didn’t seem too surprised by Steve’s handling of the matter. She noticed that Alyssa sat on the floor close to Steve most of the time. Finishing the story, Sarah sipped some tea, the cup trembled slightly as she lifted it to her lips. Winona, wanted to call the police, pointing out that this guy was organized crime. Everyone looked at Steve, sitting in a wing backed chair eating a cookie. He searched the mood of the room cautiously. “That man Castallano, is not a mob boss, but he is immediate family, and the Castallano’s are big in N.Y., but not L.A. If you goto the cops, there is not much they can do. It’s our word against theirs, no one was hurt, except the guy Sarah played soccer with , and their lawyers will trash your reputation all over the papers. Even if it goes to court, and you win the lawyers will plea bargain it down to a couple of months in county and a fine. But let’s say it doesn’t go that far, you just talk to the cops. It will get out, if not to the media then definitely, to the family.” Steve pickup his cup. “He’ll be the laughing stock of the West Coast, his honor will be on the line, and he’ll get mad maybe do something stupid. The way things are now. I doubt he wants it known that he got trashed by a couple of girls, and a writer.” He smiled at Sarah and Jennifer “No offence ladies, besides even if he is stupid enough to try something, the family will stop him. It would be bad for business.” Jennifer spoke up “You guy’s won’t tell anyone about this will you?” They all shook their heads. Sarah spoke to the group, “As you all know Jenniferand I have worked together in the past, and I know that I can trust her. Heather stood up, “Well I guess we have a new member. Welcome to the club Jennifer.” She said sadly. The others nodded in agreement. Jennifer was confused.” Steve?” He could only manage a weak sad smile. Jennifer looked around even more perplexed than ever, “Okay what’s going on here, does Steve work for all of you?” That brought a chorus of chuckles and smiles. Winona handed Jennifer a 9 day old copy, of the L.A. Times, do you remember hearing about this, before you went to Japan. Jennifer looked at the bold headlines, “Actresses Saved from Watery Grave.” It was about the car accident Winona and Bridget had. She recalled hearing on the news how their car had gone over a cliff and into a river. The report said they would have both drowned, had not some bystander pulled them from the sinking car. The article didn’t give the rescuer’s name. Jennifer looked up and nodded, “It was a couple days before I left on my trip, are you guys okay?” Both Winona and Bridget nodded. Jennifer looked at the article again, “Did you find out the name of the guy pulled you from the car?” She asked benignly. Bridget took the paper from her, and nodded in Steve’s direction, “Take a wild guess.” Jennifer was awe struck, “No way, Steve? That’s totally weird, like whoa, freeky!” She looked around suspiciously at the rest of the girls. Alyssa got up and sat on the other side of Jennifer. Putting her hand on Jennifer’s knee, “What I’m about to tell you is in the strictest of confidence, no one outside this room knows about it.” Jennifer watched as the other girls moved closer, she got a bit nervous. It was like on of those horror movies, she though they might pull out knives, and begin to slash her at any moment. Only Steve’s calm disposition eased her mind. Looking back at Alyssa she nodded slightly. Alyssa continued as Jennie Garth took the last place on the couch sat behind her. Heather, and Bridget joined Winona on the opposite sofa. Alyssa spoke in a low tired voice, “Do you remember the night of the Emmy’s?” Jennifer nodded, she had lost to Alyssa in the category of “Best Supporting Actress”, Jennifer was quite disappointed that night, but happy for Alyssa. “And how Jennie, Sarah and I came in late, well that’s because we were stuck in an elevator at the hotel for an hour. Which is where we met Mr. Colt.” She waved at Steve. Jennifer turned to Sarah “How did you make it that long aren’t you claustrophobic?” Sarah smiled and nodded, “Tell you later.” She motioned for Alyssa to continue the tale. We all are, but Steve managed to keep us all from having seizures, she smiled ever so slightly. Jennie hid her grin behind Alyssa head while Sarah turned away to cough. Alyssa regained her composure, “I left the party early that night, and returned to the hotel alone. When I got back to my suite a man came to my door he had some flowers to deliver so without thinking, I let him in.” She paused for a second to gather her thoughts, “After he got in, he sexually assaulted me.” Alyssa’s eyes began to mist up, Jennie put a hand on her shoulder. Jennifer was horrified beyond belief, “I’m sorry it must of been dreadful.” She moved to comfort the brunette. Alyssa steeled herself and went on, “I tried to resist, he was beat and kicked me until I passed out. When I came to I was in the bedroom. The guy was on top of me, he had me tied to the bed, and forced me to, to take his penis into my mouth, and made me suck him off.” Jennifer felt her stomach go queasy. Alyssa went on, “The man almost raped me, but fortunately Steve showed up, he pulled him off of me, then they fought and the man fled. A few minutes later Jennie, Sarah and Heather arrived.” Poor Jennifer was all but overwhelmed at the things she had just learned. She looked at Steve he just sat there nonchalantly. Jennifer looked quizzically at Alyssa, “What about the police, did you see a doctor, aren’t you afraid the guy might come back?” Alyssa stared into her cup of coffee, the police weren’t informed, I’m sure Steve scared the guy off for good. Steve arranged for a private doctor to visit me the next day.” The other girls knew the true ending to the story but they decided Jennifer, didn’t need to know, and was to young to handle a burden like that. Bridget and Winona were told the truth, because of their backgrounds and age. Winona was on the Board of Directors, of the Polly Class Foundation, she was the young girl who was kidnapped raped and killed in 1996. So Winona had no conscience where rapists were concerned. Bridget was 34, and being a member of the Fonda family, well she probably had a closet full of skeletons to keep. 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