Message-ID: <16967eli$9811061723@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M) Subject: (Anonymous) Showtime Part 8 (3/3) - ((ff,mf,mff,mf,mf,) - Starring Jennifer Love Hewitt, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Winona Ryder, Heather Locklear, Jennie Garth and Bridget Fonda Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <70tprg$jr2$6@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Hello there, this is Dimitri, author of a number of stories but not this one. I'm posting Showtime in parts as they become available for an author who wishes to remain anonymous. If you want to comment on the story just send your comments to me and I'll pass them on to the author. My e-mail address is : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com And Showtime is now archived at JayDee's website at http://come.to/dimitri Standard Disclaimer If you're under 18, get lost. This is just an 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 anyone's 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 Comments Welcome SHOWTIME - Catch a Falling Star Part 8 - 3/3 (ff,mf,mff,mf,mf,) "You look sensational, Bridget." He gleamed. "Why thank you, Steve." She beamed. "But I bet you say that to all the girls." Steve smiled, "You're running with a high class crowd, but you are unique." He lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly, her response was warm and firm. "Boy does that ever sound familiar." They both looked up to see Jennifer and Sarah leaning over the railing at the top of the stairs, dressed in a pair of smaller then would be wise towels, from down here he could see both of their muffs quite clearly. Their wet hair wrapped up in set of seemly bigger towels. Sarah turned to Jennifer in a mocking tone,"You're so special my dear." Jennifer replied in like, "You're my only love." They gestured and laughed. Steve and Bridget smiled at them,"I'm almost old enough to be your Father, and I can come up there and paddle both of your butts." The girls descended the stairs, "You wish." Sarah challenged. "You had your chance." Jennifer followed. Steve stared at them, trying not to think how seductive they looked in those towels, while he was in Bridget's arms. "You young kids today." He said shaking his head. They ignored him and each gave Bridget a kiss hello. She released Steve and looked around the room. "Looks like you girls did okay today." Jennifer smiled, "Ya we got some really cool stuff." She held up a cute little red dress, for Bridget to see. "Very nice taste." Steve's tongue almost touched the floor when he envisioned how she would look in the outfit. "We'll see you guys at 9PM sharp, here's the directions to my Dad's place, and the phone number." Sarah took the paper and nodded. "See you there." She replied. "Well you all ready Steve?" He grabbed his jacket and offered his arm. Bridget slipped her arm through his. "Mind your manners now. " Sarah smiled as she kissed him like a mother. "And eat all your veggies." Jennifer said condescendingly. Steve smirked and turned to make a quick grab for their towels. But the girls being younger and faster they saw it coming, and put their arms around their waists,quickly stepping back out of reach. "Pervert!" They shouted at him. Bridget pulled Steve towards the door, muttering something about child molester. The pair got in her sky blue Cadillac. Steve asked her like a teenage kid if he could drive. She gave him the keys, "Be gentle." She smiled. "Aren't I always?" Steve replied. Bridget rolled her blue eyes and shook her head. The car was a dream to drive, but then again weren't they all. As they drove through L.A. and followed the highway through the San Fernando Valley, Bridget chatted about her famous family. Telling Steve about their past and present relations. Aunt Jane was coming to dinner and Winona's parents too. She told him who was coming to the reception later. It sounded like Oscar alumni reunion, except it was Uncle Jack and Uncle Dennis, instead of Mr. Nicholson and Mr. Hopper. Steve smiled, "And me without my autograph book." Bridget looked at him daringly, "Don't be so tacky." She gazed fondly at the man she was to introduce to her family, and friends, a man she barely knew but had come to love and trust so quickly. What was it about this virtual stranger that so captured her admiration, and a desire to be close to. Could it be his confidence, charm, sensitivity, or maybe it was his sexual prowess. " Wait a minute, what if he's bisexual?" She thought to herself. "No he couldn't be, Oh God that's why he seems so perfect." Then again she and the other girls were bisexual, but that was different she reasoned. Steve caught her staring at him, "Penny for your thoughts?" She smiled generously, "Oh nothing." He glanced over at her, "You're a good actress Bridget, but not that good." She looked out the window trying to seem nonchalant, "Mind if I ask you a personal question?" He looked over and grinned, "Sure go ahead." She looked back at him her piercing blue eyes full of worry, Now please don't be mad at me for asking but, are you...." Steve glanced over at her "Great he thought one of those questions." He listened for the safe to drop. "Bisexual?" It took a second for the question to actually make it to his brain. He glanced at her a couple of times, realizing that either answer might be appropriate. He decided on the truth in a diplomatic manner. "Well I've never done it with a man before, if that's what you're asking." Bridget took that as a no, and breathed a huge sigh of relief. "What made you ask that?" He smiled. "Just curious, I mean you are quite sexually active, yet you're also quite reserved and very sensitive towards others." Steve grinned, "Let's just say before I met you ladies I was almost a priest, and as for being sensitive, it only applies to those I care about." She smiled warmly, since I'm taking you to meet my family, "Is there, anything about you I should know?" She queried. "You mean do I have any strange habits, history of mental illness, weird beliefs?" She nodded, "Don't make it sound so bad." A sly look came over his face, "Well I believe in U.F.O.s, I like to clip my toe nails at the dinner table, oh and I think Elvis is still alive." Bridget frowned, "Cute, really cute." Steve shook his head "Bisexual, really. Wait until I get you alone, or maybe I'll just take you on the table during the appetizer, that should make the dinner conversation more interesting huh?" She made a face at him, "Now you're just being crude." Steve glanced over "Sorry, I guess you can't just pick up a tabloid, and read about my life history, or surf the net, and find a fan page on me huh. I promise I'll tell you more about me when I get a chance." He looked over at her soft from as the sun light bounced off her golden hair, her sea blue eyes stared at the rows of orange trees as they went by. "Bridget?" She turned her face slightly as if caught in the middle of a daydream. "Huh?" Steve continued, "Will you be going back to your house in New York any time soon?" She shook her head. "Not till maybe next March." "I've been thinking, I really don't need to be back in New York until Monday, maybe I could take the next two days off and take kind of a long weekend." Bridget shrugged her shoulders not wanting to appear to eager. "Do you have any idea as to what your plans are?" She said casually. He shrugged, "I don't know, I thought maybe we could..." Bridget wondered "Well I don't know, I have an interview and photo shoot tomorrow with a magazine. I was going to spend the weekend with my Dad in Cancun. Ever gone horseback riding?" Steve shook his head. " My Dad has a 300 acre ranch in Colorado. It's wonderful up there this time of the year, and I have a mare named Carmel, interested?" Steve thought for a second,"Well if your dad doesn't mind it sound great." Bridget let out something between a squeal and a purr as she undid her seat belt and slid across the seat to give him a big hug. "Now Bridget mind the State Transport safety regulations. " He lectured. "I'm sure my Dad will let me take you to the ranch." She said, like a sixteen-year-old, who was hoping to get her Fathers permission to borrow the car. Were almost there, turn up this next right, Steve pulled off onto what looked like a dirt road that went on for a mile. "How big is this place?" He asked. "Only two hundred acres or so, we grow oranges here, and keep a small stable of horses. I usually bring Carmel down here for the winter. There's the driveway." She pointed out. Steve pulled up to a stone gateway with an old style wrought iron gate. There was a camera a top one of the posts, and a small control box with a key card slot and speaker. Bridget leaned across Steve as she inserted the card and entered the code. Steve wanted to slide his hand up her dress, but was mindful of the camera pointing down at them. Wouldn't want to make a bad first impression on the hosts. Instead he used his left hand which was under her body to cop a cheap feel of her breast as she moved in front of him. She finished entering the code and pulled back from him. "Charming, I'm bringing home exactly the kind of guy my Dad always warned me about." Steve smiled as the gate opened and he drove through. The driveway itself was long over a hundred yards ending in a parking circle big enough for twenty cars, the house was a popular Spanish style three story structure with the usual red tiled roof, and white adobe finish. Bridget pointed him to a parking spot. Turning off the engine he handed her then keys, she kissed him on the cheek. "What was that for?" Steve queried. "Luck, just relax and don't let anyone intimidate you." Steve began to worry. They got out of the car and walked up the wide front steps, about half way up the door opened and the family came out to meet them. Bridget ran forward and gave her Dad and Mom a big hug, then her Stepmother, Aunt Jane and Uncle Ted. Then she turned around as Steve reached the top of the stairs. "Every body I'd like you to meet Mr. Steve Colt." She then introduced Steve to her family most of whom he knew by reputation except for her mother Susan, and stepmother Becky. Steve was really shocked to meet Ted Turner. Owner of the biggest media corporations in the world, his companies included Fox, Time/Warner, and CNN. He had just donated one billion dollars to the United Nations. Peter Fonda shook Steve hand and then gave him a big hug, like one of the non-pretentious down to earth characters, he always played. "I can only offer my family's thanks for saving our Bridget's life and that of her friend, we're gratefully indebted to you Mr. Colt." All Steve could think of saying was, "You're welcome, and call me Steve." Bridget's mother Susan gave him a bone crushing hug that only a mother give, her stepmother and aunt were a bit more gentle. Steve could see that Jane Fonda still managed to retain a hint of her younger glamour. Ted gave him a firm strong manly handshake. Peter ushered them all into the house, "You're the first ones here Winona's family should be here soon." The inside of the house was decorated in a western country motif it was large and open inside, one wall was dominated by the large stone fireplace. The living room had the typical high ceiling and heavy wooden beams. A set of stairs went up on wall to an open second floor. Opposite that at the back of the house were a set of large sliding doors which lead out on to a huge wooden deck. The group settled into the living room, Peter ushering Steve over to the bar, "Care for an apéritif?" Steve gave a slight nod "Scotch on the rocks, please." Peter held up a bottle of 50-year-old whisky. Steve nodded. "Ted?" Mr. Turner looked up from his conversation with Bridget and Susan, "Ya thanks." Mrs. Fonda and Jane went into the kitchen, Steve could hear them rattling pots and pans. Peter poured the drinks handing one to Steve and one to Ted who came over and got it. Steve noted that Peter had a club soda. Just then the phone rang. Peter excused himself. "That reminds me I do have an important call to make before dinner, if you'll pardon me Steve." Steve smiled, "Of course." Bridget popped up off the couch, "Would you like a tour of the house?" He nodded "Sure this is a great place." She looked over her shoulder at her mom, "Wanna come with us?" Susan shook her head, "I'll wait here for our other guests, but you two go ahead." She took Steve by the arm and dragged him down the hall. The place was huge it had seven bedrooms, four baths, a large rec. room, two kitchens, a screening room and a den. The last room Bridget took him to, looked like that of a teenage girl, it had a white four poster bed complete with canopy and matching dresser drawers. It was painted pink with pictures of horses on the wall. "This was my room when I came to visit Dad, after they got divorced. You know you're the only guy I've ever been able to get up here." Bridget giggled. Steve smiled and pushed her towards the bed, she pressed her hands against his chest. "NO, Don't even think about it. My parents are right downstairs, Steve!" His arms enfolded her buttocks, picking her up off the floor. Bridget moved her hands up his chest and around his neck. Her dress road up high on her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They closed their eyes and moved their lips closer, "Oh God, I can't believe I'm doing this..." She whispered. He walked over to the bed, pulling down the short zipper at the back of her dress. Bridget got down from him and slipped the straps from her shoulders in a provocative manner. The dress slid down her pale form and gathered in a bunch around her ankles. She stepped out of the material and turned her back to him. Stretching her hands up she grabbed the top of the bedpost where it joined the canopy. Steve kneeled behind her pulling aside the crotch of her purple satin bikini panties. He tongue made her shudder with expectancy, it only took a few laps to ease her passion. He got up and unbuckled his pants, woody ready as always was raring to go. Reaching around the front he rubbed her stomach with one hand and opened her panties with the other. Leaning forward her pressed the dome of his cock against her vulva. Still clutching the bedpost, she arched her back and impaled herself on the tip of his dick. "Ohh yaaa!" Bridget quitely moaned. Steve pleasured her with the rest of his prick as it slipped into her warm inviting vagina, like a shell into a breech. Knowing they had but a few minutes, they rutted silently like a pair of dogs. His fingers playing her clit and nipples like piano keys. Steve stoked Bridget long, hard, and fast. Their hearts beating faster, Bridget cunt snapped down on his cock with a vice like grip. "Ohhhhhh ...fuck Steve II'mmm....cuummmiing." He shot his load into her womb, which took it like a warm drink. "BRIDGET!!!!" Her mother's voice stopped them cold, like a Lada hitting a cement wall at 100 mph. She called from downstairs. "CUUUUMMMING MOTHEEEER!" Bridget screamed back over his shoulder, out of breath. They quickly cleaned up with some kleenex and got dressed. She gave him a quick kiss and smoothed her dress. The two tromped downstairs to see Winona and her parents standing in the front hall. The two families had met before on several occasions, mostly at the Oscars or other awards ceremonies, this was their first private get together. Bridget could feel a bit of his semen trickle down her left thigh as she walked over to meet them. Winona was dressed in a stunning form hugging black dress that ended just above the knees. The outfit was sleeveless, with straps that tied around the back of the neck leaving it backless. The front was modest with a high neckline. Bridget greeted her lover, and her parents with a polite kiss. Steve followed her like a shy child. Winona stepped up to him giving him a social peck on the cheek. "Very nice to meet you again Mr.Colt, I'd like to meet my parents Cindy and Michael Horowitz. Mom and dad Mr. Steven Colt." Steve almost collapsed under the force of Winona's mother's hug, her father must have shaken his hand for a full thirty seconds. They were even more down to earth than Peter Fonda, they looked like aged hippies. The Susan came out of the kitchen and announced that dinner was ready, so Peter and Becky ushered everyone into the dining room. The girls followed behind everyone else, "You'd better get that just fucked look off you face before you mom sees it." Winona whispered. Bridget struggled to hide the smile. "And while you're at it you might want to do something about the snail trail down your leg." Bridget stopped and looked down at her legs. "Gotcha." Her friend smirked. The room was large and well lit by the natural light coming through the large tinted windows along one wall. Steve was seated at the head of the table with the girls on either side, next to Winona sat her mother, father, and Becky. Next to Bridget sat her mother Susan, Uncle Ted, and Aunt Jane. Peter took his seat at the other end of the table. As the group sat Peter asked Winona's father to give the blessing. Saying a short Jewish prayer he thank God for the food as well as the timely intervention of Steve into their daughter's lives. Dinner was already on the table and everyone was told to dig in, the menu had been carefully prepared not to offend the Horowitz's sensitivity. But since they weren't orthodox Jews it wasn't a real problem. The dinner conversation began with Steve telling them about himself and his family. Mr. Turner was really interested in Steve's career with Jane's Magazine. "That magazine is the "Vogue" of the military community, tried to buy it once, couldn't get enough shares for a hostile takeover." Everybody laughed like to boss had just told a joke. Before the discussion got too deep into his military career, Steve managed to direct the conversation to safer ground. By engaging the families in questions about themselves, being careful to avoid interview type questions like "How did she get started in acting?" Steve was right about Winona's parents they were into the Hippie scene long before it was a scene. Her father strangely enough was a librarian her mother some kind of a scholar of Buddhism, Hinduism anything that was spiritual and exotic. (I said exotic not erotic. Get your mind's out of the gutter.) Eventually the table talk came around to the "accident." They had heard the girl's version of what happen that fateful day. But they eagerly wanted to know Steve's side of the story. By this time they had just finished dessert of Baked Alaska, which Bridget had made herself. "All that talent and she can cook to." Steve grinned innocently. Bridget blushed under the double-edged compliment. It took most of Winona's acting ability not to start giggling, "And how about you Winona, are you any good in the kitchen?" Steve turned to ask smiling. "Oh I can manage pretty well thank you." She smiled back casually as her shoe connected with his shin. Steve didn't even flinch. "Winona is a great cook Steve," her mother interjected,"She does a wonderful thing with zucchini." "I'd like to try that sometime." He said with interest. "Mother!" Winona whined. Steve smiled politely,"I'd like to try it sometime." Winona smiled back at him and gave him another kick under the table. Steve sipped at his coffee, while giving his account of the tale easily down playing any heroics, simply because there were none. Also he didn't want to upset the girls by dredging up bad memories, especially Bridget. The only amazing part of the story to him is that he was there at all. "Never the less we're all thankful you chose the road less taken." Peter Fonda raised his cup and made a toast to Steve. "Listen after dinner we have a small reception planned, nothing big only about seventy people, all very dear friends we like you to meet. Hope you don't mind." Peter asked. "Not at all Bridget already told me about it. I'm flattered." Steve countered. "If were done here let's all adjourn to the veranda." Becky suggested. Out of habit Steve got up and carried his plate into the kitchen before anyone could say anything. Bridget and Winona smiled and followed suite. They could hear their parents behind them gossiping. Steve looked around the immense main kitchen, for the dishwasher. Hearing the fall of approaching footsteps, he turned to see the girls. "Okay I give up, were to these go?" Bridget nodded, "Sinks over there." It took ten steps to get to the sink. "Your families seem to be a nice bunch." Steve said rinsing off the dishes in the sink. "We're glad you approve Mr. Colt." Winona said quietly, mindful of the echo that kitchens carried. "They like you too, should have seen the looks on their faces when you left the room." Bridget whispered. Just then the ladies headed by Susan came into the kitchen,"Oh Bridget you shouldn't let Steve be doing that!" Steve could remember hearing other mothers say that before, but not quite in the same context. Bridget looked over at her mom, "He insisted." She replied weakly, taking a glass and putting it in the machine. Steve turned around, "It's all right, Ma'am something about doing dishes helps me relax." Becky smiled, none the less, you're the guest, why don't you girls take Steve outside and we'll be along in a few minutes. The girls lead Steve out to the back of the house where they found Ted and Michael discussing Asian economics out on the deck. The two men looked over and waved. "Where's my Dad?" Bridget asked curiously. "Upstairs." Uncle Ted motioned. She turned to her friends, to excuse herself and returned inside. The deck which was on the lower level was about thirty yards long, the same length of the house, and ten yards wide, with as short set of wide steps in the middle leading to the garden. The garden had a winding stone path which looped around the two large stone fountains and numerous plants trees and flowerbeds. It went back fifty yards from the edge of the deck, ending where the orange orchard began, with its rows of orange trees as far as could be seen. The sun was just about to set over the mountains in the distance. Winona and Steve sat down at a nearby table, "I never did ask how you two became friends." He pondered. She smiled, "Well typical story, we met at an audition, I had just arrived in L.A. a month before, didn't really know anyone. She invited me over to her mom's place and that was it." Steve scratched his chin, "Who got the role?" Winona grinned, "Drew Barrymore. But Bridget's got her Dad to get me into a couple of more auditions and after four months I got my first paying job. She's a really strong person, it's not easy when people expect you to be part of a legacy. In a way she had a tougher start than I did, always being compared to her father or grandfather. It took her awhile to get over that, she just needed time. Her family gets like that, did you know that her grandmother committed suicide, and also the women she's named after, her Dad's stepsister." Steve shook his head, "Your not saying that Bridget is...." Winona waved her hand, "No, but some times she does let her feelings get the better of her." He smiled grimly, "This should be an interesting weekend." Winona blinked, "You're not going back to New York?" "Colorado, if her Dad approves." He shrugged. She smiled secretively, "Thanks, it'll do her a world of good." Steve looked at her, "I don't know how I'm going to explain this the others." Winona put up her hand, "I'll tell them, I'm sure they'll understand." Steve grinned, "Even Conan?" She laughed, "I'm sure Alyssa will be okay with it, but if not you'll have face her on your own." He frowned, "Ouch, I rather be thrown to the lions." Bridget appeared in the doorway, her Father was right behind her. She came out, he motioned for Steve to come in. She gave him a little smile as they passed. Peter took Steve into his den, like the rest of the house it was decorated with old west artifacts. Steve closed the door as he entered. Peter sat on the oak desk and gestured for Steve to sit in one of the padded red leather chairs. He could help but notice the large oak gun cabinet in the corner. It had glass doors, he could see at least two hunting rifles with high powered scopes, several shotguns, a couple of old Remington repeaters. "After the accident, the girls stayed with us at the ranch for a week. Bridget would wake up in the middle of the night, upset, scared." Steve looked surprised, "Is she okay now?" Peter nodded, "She's improved, but... well Becky and I, think it might be a good idea for you two to spend the weekend at our ranch in Colorado. My daughter seems to feel comfortable with you, more settled. Miss Ryder also thought it might be good for her to spend some time with her, if you could take the time. "Steve stood up, "I understand, near death experiences can be quite traumatic. I'd be delighted to spend the weekend with her." Steve could hardly believe he had said that in front of her Father. Peter stood up and they shook hands, "We'll make travel arrangements tomorrow." Steve turned to head for the door, "One last thing Steve. " Peter placed a hand on his shoulder, "Oh,oh." Steve thought. "Here's the if you touch my little girl I'll have your legs broken speech." Instead Mr. Fonda said, "Bridget thinks this is her idea, we'd like to keep it that way." Steve smiled out of relief, "Very good." By the time they rejoined the group, the deck was setup with food and drinks. A few of the guests and already arrived, it was 8:45PM. The patio lights clicked on. Becky handed Steve a drink, "Is it all settled?" Steve looked at her and nodded, "Listen we're planning to make a small presentation to you, but prior to that we'll introduce to people simply as Steve a friend of the Horowitz's okay?" He smiled "I'm not much good at this pretend stuff but I'll try." As the guests drifted in Steve talked with Winona parents, this kept him out of the way, since most people would be engaged by one of the Fonda's, or Miss Ryder. Steve was careful to watch when one of the girls arrived. Heather came first, with Alyssa in tow. Heather was dressed in white and Alyssa in black, very nice dresses with matching patterned jackets. They showed little cleavage, and not too much leg. Jennie arrived next with Tiffany Amber Theissen, Shannon Dorhety, and Tori Spelling. They looked to die for, well Jennie did. She was wearing a demure red skirt with a white blouse and matching waistcoat. Tori was wearing a loud yellow one piece dress that was cut quite low in the front, Steve couldn't believe the size of her tits, they had to be 38DD at least. Tiffany was a bit more daring in a black skirt and black shear blouse with a nice lacy bra slip underneath. Her breasts were almost as big as Tori's. Shannon on the other hand was very conservative in her ocean blue pantsuit. The last of the girls to arrive where Sarah and Jennifer. Sarah looked dashing in a light cream colored dress with small white birds, the dress was sleeveless but a large blue patterned scarf covering her shoulders was tied in a knot at the front. Jennifer wore a deep green skirt with a dark blue blouse and jacket looking almost grown up. Steve was a tad dissappointed she wasn't wearing that little red number, but glad she had the sense not to. That would have caused a lot of whiplash, not to mention marital disruptions tonight. Not one of the girls looked his way, but he knew they had seen him. Steve saw few famous faces in the crowd, Jack Nicholson who made an entrance. Glenn Close was elegantly attired as always, wasn't that Robert Redford she was talking to? He looked so plain and short. He could see Al Pacino trading jokes with Gary Oldman. Sigourney Weaver was taller than he expected, she was one of the few stars to come straight over to Winona's parent's, Steve was surprised at the firmness of her handshake. Mary Stuart Masterson was just adorable, he hoped he could work her into his private club. Charlie Sheen arrived with Ginger Lynne, they must be back together. Man did she ever look good in real life. (Not that he ever watched those kinds of movies) Steve hated to admit it but the former porn star could even make Heather look plain. Steve tried not to stare at her too much, if the girls caught him it would be, "Asta la vista baby." They'd cook his bacon real good. The Leighs arrived together, Jennifer Jason, Janet, and Jamie Lee Curtis. They each looked stunning. Among the others he could recognize where Steve Spielberg, Eric Stolz, John Hurt, Drew Barrymore, Dennis Quaid his wife Meg Ryan, Joanne Whaley and Val Kilmer. The rest of the faces seemed only slightly familiar to him, Winona's folks introduced him to, Johnny Depp, Kurt Russell, and his wife Goldie Hawn. Other people he couldn't recognize were spouses or business acquaintances. To Steve's surprise Francis Ford Coppla came over and said hello to the Horowitz's as well. Steve watched as the girls worked the room like pros, Jennifer Love and Sarah Michelle were garnering, a lot of attention from the single, and not so single men in the room. (Like they had a chance huh.) Troi Spelling was also quite popular, up until the time her Mom and Dad, producer Aaron Spelling came in. Ted Turner had a crowd of men around him, Sidney Portier, Tom Hanks, and Robin Williams. Peter was talking to Dennis Hopper, and Clint Eastwood. Jennie was off in one corner talking to a young girl with sandy blonde hair a Jessica Biel someone, and Helen Hunt. Heather was listening to some big older guy named Paul, talk about his current work, while Bridget seemed to discussing fashion the man's daughter, (ya right) Mira Sorvino. Winona was talking with Ron Howard, it looked like he was after her for his next movie. Steve looked around for Alyssa, she was sitting on a couch with an dark haired woman, Patricia Richardson and Jamie Lee. Jane Fonda was sitting opposite them with Janet Leigh. The house filled up quickly, a low murmur hovered over the crowd. Jane, Becky and Peter checked that all the guests had arrived. Then gathered everyone together and settled the crowd down, only about thirty or so people could sit in the living room the rest had to stand. Peter, Ted, and Winona's father Michael walked to the massive fireplace and faced the crowd. Peter Fonda waved for the wives, and girls to come forward. They stood just in front of their families, looking like a pair of awkward teenage girls instead of the seasoned film stars they really were. Peter Fonda started,"Let me say I'm very glad you could all join us in this private gathering tonight, Becky and I have known many of you for a long time and consider all of you family." People looked around and for the first time realized just how selective the guest list was, this wasn't just another Hollywood bash. There were some big names missing, who normally would have been present without question. "As you all already know, we're here tonight to celebrate the gift of life, that of my daughter Bridget, and Cindy and Micheal's Winona. As you may recall they were involved in a near fatal car accident a couple of weeks ago. Saved only by the grace of God and what some people call fate. Not to put to fine a point on it, as you have learned through the news media, and from the girls, we did in fact lose Bridget for a few minutes. But thankfully, the person who rescued both of them knew C.P.R. Peter put his arm around Bridget as she shook slightly. Winona began to look a bit uncomfortable a sliver of guilt still remained with her, she reached over and held her companion's hand. Peter continued, "There was much speculation in the papers about who this mysterious Good Samaritan was, and how he vanished the next day. The only thing even more heart wrenching than the losing children, is not being able to give thanks to someone who risked his own life to save them. Well tonight were doubly blessed not only by the presence of our daughters, but that of their Guardian Angel. The group looked around to see who didn't belong. "Steve come on up here." Steve made his way from the back like a waiter at a convention. The crowd was surprised to say the least. He settled in between and just behind the girls who gave him an affectionate hug and kiss as he greeted them. It did not go unnoticed by their mothers. He stood between Peter and Michael each shaking his hand again. The girls had good places as tears began to well up in their eyes. Winona's father began to speak as Steve turned to face the group. "We have already spoke with Steve been told his story, in his own modest way. I think he will be surprised to know that Peter and I went down to the accident site, we were present when my daughters vehicle was pulled out of the river. It was under ten feet of water sitting in three feet of mud, the current was quite cold, and swift, not to be taken lightly. I'm pretty sure that a man of your wisdom knew that when stood there on the bank of that river." Steve looked around, "I guess the question everyone's wondering is why I did what I did. Mostly it was out of, instinct, reaction and fear." Everyone was puzzled at Steve's last remark. He continued, "I guess the instinct came from my years in the Marines, the need to do something anything, but just stand there and watch. The reaction, well I knew that if it was one of my loved ones in that predicament, I would have wanted someone to at least try, if nothing else, just make the attempt. And as for the fear, I didn't want to wake up everyday for the rest of my life wondering could I have made a difference, did I do the right thing. I guess that's why I jumped in when I did. I don't know who was more scared, me or the girls. The look on Miss Ryder's face when she saw me outside the car, was as shocked as the look I must have give her when they introduced themselves." The crowd let out a small up lifting laugh. Ted stepped forward, "As a small token of our appreciation. On behalf of the both families, It is my privilege to present you with heartfelt gratitude, this check for one million dollars." Ted Turner handed Steve the check and shook his hand. He looked down at the slip of paper in his unsteady hand, the memo line simply read, "For services rendered." He looked at the Winona and Bridget. They smiled and put their arms around him. Peter hushed the crowd down to a quite murmur as they waited for Steve to speak. Steve took a deep breath, he had just won the lottery. He looked out at the group of people gathered before him, and had a strange sensation of them watching him rather than the other way around. Steve waved the paper around over his head, "Any one want to make a movie?" George Lucas yelled from the back, "Sure can you come up with another 99 millon?" The crowd broke into applause and laughter, it took another couple of minutes to get their attention. Peter put his hand on Steve's shoulder, "That's a lot of dreams there, have any idea how your going to spend it?" A hush came over the crowd, "I know exactly how." He knew he couldn't accept the money, nor could he refuse it, so he decided to spend it as fast as possible. He took a step forward bringing Winona and Bridget with him, he was going to need their support for a change. "Ladies and gentlemen, I graciously accept this money, and in the spirit in which it was given." He looked at it once more, one-million-dollars made payable to Mr. S. Colt. He knew he'd never see those words again in his whole damn life, he lifted his head to look at the girls. "I would like to donate this money in equal portions to four separate charities, in the names of Winona Ryder and Bridget Fonda. "The girls looked stunned, the group let out a collective gasp. "Steve you don't have to do that." They both whispered. He looked them softly, "It's okay." Bridget looked at him sternly, "This is your chance to be set for the rest of your life." He smiled, "The price is too high." Both of the girls realized what he was getting at, though they found it hard to believe there was no solution. Peter stepped up behind Steve, "I admire your generosity, but please don't do this on our behalf. Not one person here can begrudge you for accepting the money you earned it, and if you ask me we got the better part of the deal." Steve turned his head slightly and smiled, "It's okay Mr. Fonda, I have my reasons, please understand." Peter nodded and patted him on the back,"Okay it's your call." As the crowd stood silent, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Steve recomposed himself and continued. He checked the girls they looked either bewildered, or sad. "As I was saying in the names of Bridget and Winona." The girls looped their arms through his and put on a smile. I would like to donate this check in $250,000 increments to four separate charities. He looked at Winona, "Miss Ryder, would you please accept my donation of $250,000 to the Polly Class Foundation for Missing Children." For possibly the first time in her life Winona was speechless. Accepting the check She nodded joyfully and hugged him big time, then in front of everyone kissed him gratuitously on the lips. The crowd loved it. Steve tried to respond without too much passion. "Thank you, Thank you Steve." Winona cried like she had just won an Oscar. She wiped her face while Steve went on,"Miss Fonda would you accept my next donation to the Research Center for Mental Health, Bridget threw her arms around his neck,"You are going to get so fucked this weekend." She whispered. Steve smiled, returning her hug. The third donation I would like to make is the P.E.T.A. I believe its People for Ethical Treatment of Animals." Jennie got up and came forward. "Mr. Colt." She smiled "If I may, my name is Jennie Garth, I happen to be a spokes person for PETA." She walked up and offered her hand, Steve shook it, "On behalf of PETA, I would like to thank you for your most generous gift." In front of everyone she kissed him firmly on the cheek. Steve grinned, a slight blush filled his cheeks,"Your most welcome Miss Garth." Last but not least a donation of $250,000 to Amnesty International." He looked at the group expectantly,"No takers?" He said jokingly. He was really surprised when Alyssa stood up, so was everyone else. She sauntered forward slowly, every guy in the room looking at her luscious form. It was like Marilyn Monroe herself had just walked in. Stopping in front him she held out her hand, he took it gently, "Mr. Colt, my name is Alyssa Milano." Steve tried to keep himself from being drawn into her deep hazel eyes. "I'm not an official spokes person, or anything for Amnesty International. But on behalf of all those in need of sanctuary and protection, I would like to thank you for your wonderful compassion." It was a touching speech, she leaned forward and kissed him softly on both cheeks. Some of the women began to cry. "Your most welcome Alyssa." He whispered. Many in the audience thought it was just a quick stunt by Alyssa to get attention, even so a some like Mr. Spelling gave her credit for fast thinking and guts. Mr. Horowitz produced a small camera and asked it was okay to take a picture for the family album. Steve was a bit uncomfortable but since the Fonda's went along he didn't object. Steven Spielberg volunteered to take the picture, the women sat in the front with the men standing behind them. The crowd broke into one last round of applause, and Mr. & Mrs. Fonda announced that there was a buffet on the deck. Many people came forward at once to shake Steve's and hug the girls. Jack Nicholson and Dennis Hopper where first in line, it took twenty minutes for Steve to work his way out of the melee. The girls all managed to get Steve alone to talk shortly after, their responses were, "Are you nuts?" from Jennifer and Sarah, to "That must have hurt." from Heather and Alyssa. Jennie walked Steve out of the room under the pretense of telling him all about PETA. She took him to an empty bedroom. Steve closed the door behind them and locked it. "That was with out a doubt the most noble, and foolish gesture, I have ever seen in my life. One million dollars is a lot of money, even to me." She said wrapping her arms around his neck. "You know I can't keep the money. Someone finds out I have a bank account in the Cayman Islands, there would have been a lot of questions to answer, and maybe if they got lucky or were thorough. They would have found out about all of you, and I'm not going to risk that." He leaned down and tasted her full lips. "Never the less my furry friends and I are indebted to you, $250,000 is more money than PETA has had in the last two years put together. You knew I was involved with them didn't you." She said inquisitively. He smiled, "It's my job remember." She broke the bond and stepped back from him, "Well my furry little friends want to thank you personally." Jennie cooed as she lifted her red skirt to reveal the black stockings, garter belt, and red thong panties she was wearing. "Well, like what you see?" She purred. "Woof?" He replied. Dropping the hem of her skirt, she walked out onto the balcony, it was at the side of the house. The darkness of the night enveloped them. Jennie stood looking out, her soft white hands gripping the wooden railing. Steve stood behind her as she widened her stance, he lifted up the back of her skirt. She reached back and unzipped his pants extracting his meat, stroking it gently. Steve knelt down behind her and licked Jennie from her waist to her snatch and back again. His tongue making her shiver as it glided down the crack of her ass, kissing her vulva at each contact. A wetness seeped from between her legs, as a moan escaped her lips. She pushed his head into her sex as he ate her hors d'oeuvre. When she was wetter than a fish, Jennie turned around and sank to her knees. Steve stood up, placing his hands on the rail behind her. She looked up and gave him a glamorous smiled of white perfect teeth as his cock entered her mouth. He rocked back and forth on his heels as Jennie wrapped her tongue around his dick in her usual proficient manner. After a few gentle sucks and quiet licks, Jennie stopped short before she got a mouthful. Not that she would have minded, but this time she wanted him to cum in her cunt. Steve helped her to her feet and turned her around Jennie raised the back of her skirt for him exposing her white tight ass for his viewing and entertainment pleasure. She spread her feet wider as he penetrated her cunt with his manly rod. "Ohhh yaaa..you brrring out the tramp in meeee. Treat me like your private whore, and take me like a bitch.." Steve stepped in closer as Jennie took his length, he put one hand around her waist and other on the railing beside hers. Jennie wiggled around on his cock like a hooked fish as Steve thrust her slow and hard. Their lips kissed in a search for lust. She let out little gasps each time her pussy settled at the base of his cock, flexing her trimmed long legs as she was fucked from behind like a whore in an ally. Her vaginal cavity rippling with pulses of sensation. As she felt her lover drive her cunt walls apart again, and again. Only to have her tightly wound pussy press the foreign object back. Steve grunted as his thrusts became faster and higher. Poor Jennie was being lifted to her toes, even in the two-inch heels that wore. Fortunately the fear of being discovered at any moment heightened her emotional erotic sensitivity, her pelvis heaved violently as her orgasm erupted, when Steve set off her G-spot, almost bucking her off the balcony. Good thing they had a tight grip on that railing. "Here's another donation for you to take to the bank Miss Garth." Steve's cock emptied the last of its reserves into Jennies open womb, spreading warmth throughout her entire body. She collapsed into his arms, pivoting on his still ridged penis, while he nipped at her neck. Feeling himself soften within her, Steve with drew his spent prick and let her skirt drop back into place. Jennie turned around and kissed him deeply with a passion of a thousand angels. "I'll keep that one for myself." She mused. He held her hands as she bent down on her knees and took his limp cock into her warm mouth once again. Jennies talented tongue licked their juices from his dick as she deep throated him several times. If he had anymore to give he would have cum down her throat in a second. Steve helped her up and put his arm around her waist as the walked back into the room. "Thanks Jen that was unforgettable." She smiled slyly, "For quarter of a million bucks it had better be." She shook her blonde locks, "The things I do for charity." They both laughed and headed back downstairs. Jennie squeezed her thighs together as she felt his cum leaking from her pussy. Heather met them in the hall. "And where have you two been, or should I ask?" Jennie smiled "I was just telling Mr. Colt, more about how PETA works, and thanking him again for his financial assistance." Heather looked down the long hall and gently backed Jennie against the wall. Smiling at her she placed a hand on her leg and moved it up under the smaller blondes skirt. Jennie's eyes went wide as she watched for somone coming. "Heather." She whispered. Steve froze not sure of Heathers intent. Jennie let out a small yelp as older women inserted a finger into her still wet cum soaked pussy, and twirled it around. Heather pulled it out quickly and brought the slimey mixture to her lips, "Mmmmmmmmhh not a bad year." She grinned evilly. Jennies sighed well if that's what you wanted why didn't you just ask?" She said raising her skirt."Shit!" Steve whispered what are you two doing!" The girls looked at him and grinned, "You just keep watch tiger, you had your fun." Heather told him. She then sank to her knees and proceeded to lick his cum from her friends dripping snatch. Jennie widened her stance and leaned back against the wall. Using her and fingers to open up Jennie wide, Heather probed deep with her tongue licking the sperm from Jennie's walls. "Mmmmh..yaa get it all Heather." She said bucking on her freinds face. Jen had another smaller orgasm. Heather was careful not to smear her makeup, after she was done, she gave Jennie wet tongue wrenching kiss that made Steve green with envy. "Thanks Heather." Jennie said dreamily. "What are friends for." She responded,"By the way Patricia Richardson is outside asking for you." Jennie nodded. "Come on Steve, I'll introduce you to around some more." Heather offered. "Oh one more thing" Heather cautioned as she pulled her hand out of her pocket. "Breath mint?" She said offering them to Jennie. They both giggled. Jennie replied taking two, Heather took one herself, as did Steve shaking his head. "Thanks again Steve really your that greatest." Jen said giving him a parting kiss. He grinned widely,"Worth every penny Miss Garth." Her hand swung out at empty air as Heather yanked him away. Heather escorted Steve down the hall, "Well you're quite a hit tonight. The women think you're adorable, the men are respectful but they have their suspicions." Steve flinched. "About the money." She continued. "Some suspect you're secretly wealthy, others think you're trying to con your way into the Fonda /Turner fortune." Steve laughed, "Anymore interesting gossip?" Heather grinned, "They're trying to figure out which one of the two you're sleeping with. Many think it's Bridget, others suspect Winona, the rest are convinced you're too nice of a guy, so you must be gay." Steve looked at her sternly. "Hey don't look at me like that. I didn't start it." She giggled. "Maybe you could flirt with me a bit and I could...." She looked at him sideways, "You'd love that wouldn't you." He grinned sheepishly, "Just a thought." Entering the main parlor they discovered most people had gone outside, Tori Spelling, Meg Ryan, and Mira Sorvino were sitting on a couch talking. Glenn Close was nearby with Danny Glubber, and Jack Lemmon. Steve made a beeline for the trio on the couch, "Behave yourself. "Heather whispered." Steve answered out of the corner of his mouth, "Yes mother." Meg Ryan looked up, as they approached "Hi Heather." In a voice that belied her cute button nose and ice blue eyes. Heather made the introductions, Steve almost looked at Tori's tits while shaking her hand they looked a lot bigger up close. Mira Sorovino was a slim elegant figure, extremely attractive in her short white front buttoned dress. Although her boobs were much smaller than Miss Spellings, her long sexy legs more than made up for it. He was surprised how intelligent she was, Tori was a little lacking in that department, course she didn't need brains. As Steve was talking to the girls, Bridget came over with Eric Stoltz and introduced them. Heather and Meg excused themselves going outside to get some air. After a while Bridget noticed that Tori was flirting with Steve, casually adjusting the straps of her top, spilling wine on her breasts, giving him little "Fuck me!" looks when she thought Bridget wasn't looking. Bridget made the excuse of wanting to Steve to meet someone else and pried him away from the group. "Nice girl that Miss Spelling." He mused as the walked out of earshot. Bridget groaned and mumbled something about,"Silicone brain implants." Out on the deck people were eating, some dancing to the low blues music piped outside. A cool breeze swept through the night, as the garden glowed under the soft exterior lights hung in the trees. Looking for the others, he saw Sarah talking with Jennifer Jason-Leigh, and Helen Hunt. Winona was eating at a table with Val and Joanne Kilmer, while Jennifer was dancing with Johnny Depp and Alyssa was dancing with Brad Pitt. Bridget pulled Steve out onto the dance floor, it was "Strangers in the night." She felt soft and light in his arms, "Hey you're a pretty good dancer." She exclaimed. He smiled, "Officer training school, and you're very good yourself." She blushed, "Finishing school." People remarked how well they moved together. "Enjoying yourself?" She asked timidly. "Your family has some very nice friends. I can't believe who I met tonight, I shook hands with Clint Eastwood, Sigourney Weaver kissed me!" He smiled like a schoolboy. Bridget smiled, "Uncle Clint, gave me my first pony on my 10th birthday." Steve looked at her, "Uncle Clint!" They moved closer together almost touching, he could see the pale moonlight reflecting from her eyes. She couldn't see a damn thing in his. The song ended and the two walked over to the railing. They gazed out at the garden, fountains trickled water, into the small ponds, which glimmered in the soft light. "Whose that down there with Heather and Jennie?" Steve asked. Bridget peered at the three standing at the bottom of the lawn. "I don't know." Steve saw something that didn't quite look right. "Do Jennie and Heather smoke?" He asked casually. She shook her head. He held Bridget by the upper arm, and whispered into her ear as he turned her around towards the house. "Go find your Father, get him out here now." A look of bewilderment dropped over her face. Before she could ask why he was gone. Bridget went back into the house. Steve turned and left, walking quickly down the steps to the lawn. Taking the snaking pathway around the flowerbeds and fountains. He was ten yards away from the trio, the man had his back to him. Bridget found her dad in the kitchen with Steven Spielberg and Uncle Ted. Peter smiled at her when he saw her come in, then frowned as he saw the look on her face. All three men stopped talking, "What's wrong honey?" He inquired. "There's this guy outside, at the bottom of the garden with Jen and Heather. I don't know who he is." "Steve thinks there's something wrong, he's gone down there to......" BANG!! BANG!! They all turned to look in the direction of the sounds, Bridget ran for the door before anyone could garb her. BRIDGET!" Peter yelled after her, then he and Ted ran too. The sound of gunfire rang out the people on the deck froze, and looked around, Robert Redford spotted the gunman first. People rushed to the rail like witnessing a car accident, some ran back into the house. Becky went inside and called 911. Bridget came out rushing across the deck running towards the steps to the garden. Sidney Portier swept her up in his arms as she tried to rush by. "LET ME GO, LET ME GO!!!" She screamed. The large man wrapped her in his strong arms. "No it's to dangerous, you can't help them!" He yelled in his thick accent, stroking her hair as she cried sobbingly into his chest. The other's Alyssa, Sarah, Jennifer and Winona, stood clutching the rail like statues disbelieving the event unfolding before them. One at a time they began to quietly weep. Heather spotted Steve coming down the trail, "STEVE!" She screamed. The man turned as Steve broke into a charge. The first two shots were fired in rapid succession, the first one winging his right arm, the second penetrating near the shoulder. Steve staggered sideways under the impact of the bullets. Jennie screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" The gunman fired again, the third bullet torn into the left side of Steve's chest. He went down on his knees, then flopped over onto his side. Steve recognized the pistol, it was a nickel plated snub nose .38 caliber revolver. He had fallen ten feet away from the assailant, the girls were another ten feet beyond him. The man walked over to Steve to see whom he had shot. He bent over for a close look, "Nobody." Then he turned back towards the girls, terrified their eyes soaked in tears they pleaded, for Steve's life. The man a tall thin goofy, looking fellow, with mousy blonde hair. As the man turned away Steve kicked out with his legs, striking him behind the knees. The man went down like a puppet, sprawled on his back. Steve tried to get up, raising himself on his good left arm. Jennie and Heather rushed forward, but not fast enough. The man sat up and pointed the gun at them, they backed off a few feet away from Steve. The man stood up, watching the girls he moved back a bit so he could see Steve, "Asshole! Mind your own fucking business!" He yelled. Then he shot Steve in the leg, the first one missed so he fired again. The bullet ripped into Steve's upper thigh. Steve screamed some expletive, which the author feels is too foul to repeat here. The girls screamed something even worst. Steve thought how many shots did he fire? Was it five or six? In all the excitement, he kind of forgot. (Apologies to Dirty Harry) The man turned quickly pointing the gun at Jennie and Heather. Steve slumped back down to the ground, the loss of blood sapping his strength. The girls were screaming at the lone gunman hysterically now, their makeup running black lines down their faces. The crowd on the balcony watched in horror, as man aimed the pistol at their two helpless colleagues. The girls clung to each other like frightened orphans. "I just wanted you to like me!" the distraught man yelled as them. "Now look what you've made me do! We could have been friends, instead you betrayed me. You're whores nothing but high priced whores. Slutting yourselves on TV night after night, teasing me with secret messages, taunting me! You don't deserve my worship, now you'll pay both of you!" Steve closed his eyes and began to pray, if he was going to die what was about to happen was not the last thing he wanted to see. End 3/3 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----