Message-ID: <17440eli$9811210427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M) Subject: (Anonymous) Showtime Part 9 {4/5} (m/f, f/f, f+/f, oral) - Starring Jennie Garth, Heather Locklear, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Bridget Fonda, Winona Ryder, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Alyssa Milano Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: <733h9h$5pm$4@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Hello, this is Dimitri, author of many stories (but not this one, also I am most definately not the Dimitri character in this story). I am posting this story for an author who wishes to remain anonymous. However I am happy to pass comments on to the author, just send them to me at : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com - and I'll pass them on. Also, you can find Showtime chapters at : http://come.to/Dimitri (this is not my site! I don't have a site! I'm just an author!) Authors note: Before we pick up on the Part 9. I would like to thank all those who wrote in and commented, and also to thank Dimitri for his invaluable advice and assistance. Without which SHOWTIME would not have been posted. Part 10 will end the story. I will also write a F.A.Q. answering questions on why I choose the actresses I did, and how the story developed, from a single short story to a multi part saga. BTW some of you may have DL Showtime Part 8 (3/3) it is missing the last paragraph,I suggest you DL the Part 8 (Full version) The last line should read (Violins playing in the background) Enjoy Part 9 it's a long one, so get a new box of kleenex, you may need it at the end. It's a tear jerker. 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 - Catch a falling Star PART 9 4/5 It was through Alyssa and Sarah, that he met Reese Witherspoon, Courtney Cox, and Denise Richard's. Jennifer introduced him to Alicia Silverstone, Neve Campbell, Christina Ricci, and Clair Danes. It wasn't that he asked to meet them, not that he minded. But the girls were constantly asked by their peers to meet him. Like it or not Steve was the man to been seen with at this time. Before meeting Alicia, Christina and Claire, Jennifer and Sarah warned him to keep his charms to himself. He grinned jokingly, "Scared of a little competition Jennifer?" You think a guy as smart as Steve would have known better that to make a bone headed statement like that, especially to two young girls in a profession where looks mattered most. As Jennifer put it in a most hostile tone of voice, "If you flirt with that peroxide Barbie bimbo bitch, (Alicia) I'll never let you touch me again." Sarah joined in, "And as for the others they're under age, so hands off." Steve took the threats seriously. He'd never do anything that might potentially damage his relationship with Jennifer and Sarah. The girls stood back and watched the next day as Steve met with their friends, he was reserved and polite. The fact that Alicia showed up in a pair of tight jeans with a low cut t-shirt didn't help any, the others were better dressed. Christina wore a black bulky sweater, and Claire wore a plain turquoise blouse and slacks. At the end they gave him a friendly kiss goodbye, how could he refuse. Steve tried not to let his enthusiasm get the best of him, he never thought he'd be thankful that Alicia Silverstone only kissed him on the cheek. Jennifer made a face behind the other girls backs, then smiled sweetly as they all left together. Steve was buried in a pile of greeting cards, flowers, fan mail and business offers which the girls helped him sort out. Most of the mail was from women, who had seen his photo on the news, and a surprising number of them where marriage proposals, with pictures of varying degree's of nudity. These quickly found their way into the circular file, before Steve got to see them. He even got a card from Anna the stewardess, postmarked Malaysia. If the girls happened to be visiting during dinner they got into the habit of feeding him, since his right arm was in a sling. He hated it, and fussed like a big baby. The Company had returned his laptop and continued to do what work he could from his hospital bed. By this time the media had finally milked Mr. Fonda and Yurinokov for all they could. There wasn't going to be a trial. Peter Fonda had come out a big hero for saving the lives of Jennie and Heather. So they turned their attention sharply on Steve and the girls. Especially when they discovered the money had donated to charity, which the girls had done in his name as well as there own. They handled the press exceptionally well, Bridget only lost it once when she shoved a photographer into a flowerbed outside the hospital. Eventually even he agreed to an exclusive interview with Inside Editions Deborah Norville. Steve had been watching her during his convalescence, she seemed to be a nice women, and a knock out to boot. The girls cringed in disbelief when he told them that it was her journalistic integrity, which made him pick her. He didn't mention her gorgeous long slender legs, or vivacious smile, Steve wouldn't mind getting inside her edition. All four girls sat in on the interview, and did much of the talking. The questions were kept easy and relatively harmless. Deborah showed up in a lavender outfit. The skirt was short enough to disturb Steve's concentration, only the presence of a TV camera prevented him from getting an erection. He was really surprised when she shook his hand and kissed him lightly on the cheek after the interview. The girls were less impressed. As his recovery progressed the interest of the media grew, he was on the news almost every night for a week, him and President Clinton/Monica Lewinski. The girls gave a couple of more interviews to help ease the pressure, but it remained a constant threat. Sooner or later someone was going to find out something. He pondered his options carefully, and came to a singular desperate disheartening conclusion. "Well look who's up." Steve turned off his laptop and closed the screen. "Morning Heather, Jennie." The girls came in carrying their babies. A nurse closed the door behind them. Steve smiled uneasily, "We thought it was time you all met." Jennie grinned, "This is my daughter Luca Belle." She bent down and placed the small package in his good arm. The babies were almost a year old. Steve felt uneasy, Heather sat on bed beside him, "And this is Eva Elizabeth." She cried kissing him on the cheek, hugging him lightly. Looking at Jennie, he could see that she was equally, shaken. The babies began to fuss as their mothers put them down. Steve cuddled little Luca, she stared up at him with her big blue eyes and smiled. Jennie sat down on the other side. "I can certainly see they have their mothers looks." He admired. Jennie smirked,"Flattery will get you nowhere." She tussled his dark hair playfully, her eyes grew dim, "You know that night, I was so scared that Luca would grow up without her mother." Heather sighed, "That's what frightened me too." The babies yawned and began to fall asleep. Heather wiped a tear from her eye, "And then you came charging down the path like Rambo. I knew we were safe. I'm so sorry you got shot." Steve shrugged, "Don't worry I'm not, I'm just glad I got there in time." Jennie crossed her legs, her skirt rode up an unrespectable amount revealing her firm, well toned thighs. "Bridget told us what you said to her on the deck. What did you see that made you come down there like that? We must have been fifty yards away form the house." Steve searched his mind trying to remember the exact moment. "I saw the light glinting from something in his hand, thought it was a silver plated cigarette case. Bridget said you didn't smoke, I wasn't sure. " Heather leaned forward touching his forehead with hers, her lips reached out and caressed his. "Thanks for being so health conscious." He smiled shyly and couldn't help peeking, well staring down the neck of her sweater at her tanned full ripe left tit. "You're looking down my top aren't you?" Heather giggled. He shifted his gaze sheepishly, "Yes ma'am." She giggled and nodded for Jen to pull the privacy curtain. Carefully lifting the sleeping infants Jennie put them in the other bed and sat with them. Heather fixed Steve with a dominant gaze, "Well if you're going to act like baby, maybe I should treat you like one." Steve looked worried. The blonde sex kitten, grabbed her white wool sweater, by the bottom, and pulled the bulky top off over her head. Shaking her hair out she reached in front and unclasped her bra peeling the straps off her shoulders one at a time. Steve gulped for air, well at least he wasn't in for a spanking. "Come here." She beckoned. Like a naughty child he lowered his face to her bosom, receiving her delicate nipple in to his thirsty mouth. Suckling like a newborn reawakened his infantile instincts. His left hand applied loving pressure to her other breast. Her hand searched along his leg under the sheet to discover his full potential. He was already hard as stone, hot as a branding iron. She quickly straddled him, flipping up her skirt and pulling the crotch of her panties aside, Heather worked his prick between her leaking labia lips. Grinning at the shocked look on his face, as she wiggled her way on to his lap. "I'm no shrinking violet." She whispered as her tongue snaked into his mouth. Heather began to shake rattle and role on his pelvis like Elvis (Sorry no pun intended) on a stage. Steve could only lay there and enjoy her rhythm, as they humped in near silence like a pair of sperm whales. He breathed heavily into her mouth as she pushed down on him coaxing her self to come before it was to late. It took steely determination on his part not to blow his wad into Heather as she withered around his cock like a stripper around a brass pole. When she finally came it was with a near quiet whimper, "I love you." She whispered tiredly into this ear. He managed a response as his cum jetted inside Heather's satisfied vagina. They held on to each other waiting for him to soften up, and withdraw. "Jen?" Heather called softly. Checking that the babies were safe and asleep, Jennie pulled back the curtain. "It's about time you two finished, I could have knitted a pair of booties. "Are the kids asleep?" Jennie nodded. "Good, I need cleaning out." Heather commanded. Jennie crouched down as Heather rolled over and swung her long legs over the side of the bed so that she was bent over the edge of the bed. With practiced grace she vacuumed out the inside of Heather's quim with her tongue and cheeks. Sucking back Steve's jizz and her cum With such forced Heather quickly reached her peak again as Jen's lips puckered at her clit. While Jen was busy cleaning her cunt Heather popped Steve's cum covered dick into her own mouth for a quick wash. More efficiently than a Maytag she licked and swallowed all the sticky goo her tongue could soak up. Steve gave her an additional bonus of a second cumming, which Heather gulped down with out batting a pretty eyelid. Jennie pulled Heather's cunt to her face rubbing her vulva with her lips till her lover was dry again. Just then there was a knock at the door, Heather quickly threw on her sweater, while Jennie wiped her face with some kleenex. They hastily pulled the sheets back of Steve who was still a mess. "Come in." Steve said almost laughing. Heather stuffed her bra under the sheets not having time to put it on. Jen got up and pushed back the curtains. The other girls came in, "Ohhh don't they look so cute together!" Winona cooed. Steve saw the expressions on their faces, and wondered if he was safe. Bridget could hear her biological clock ticking away like a time bomb. The other girls looked curiously at the trio, Alyssa sniffed the air. Heather and Jennie's faces were a sea of tranquility. Steve was blushing like a red balloon. Spying a lump under the sheets Winona lifted the covers revealing Heather's bra. Heather snatched it up too late and put it on under her sweater. The others chuckled, "Little late for breast feeding isn't it Heather?" Bridget pondered. Heather smiled sarcastically, "Wait till your water breaks, then we'll talk." Jennie interjected, "Well it depends on the size of the baby." She hinted in Steve's direction. The girls exchanged hello kisses, Alyssa and Jennie took a little longer as she worked her tongue around Jen's face like a mother cat. When Sarah discovered leftovers in Heather's mouth she took her time greeting her friend. "Let's get some pictures of Steve and the babies." Heather remarked pulling out a camera. Before he could object they were snapping photos like Japanese tourists, of him and the babies, the girls, the girls and the babies. He saw the sparkle in Bridget, Alyssa, and Winona's eye's as they cradled the two infants, it was frightening. The babies soon fell asleep again, and their mom's put them in the other bed. Steve couldn't get over seeing, Jennie and Heather in their new role it fit them well. They started making plans for his release from hospital. "You know you still own me a weekend in Montana." Bridget reminded him. Winona smiled,"Yea, what some guy's will do to break a date." Alyssa looked at them curiously, "What are you guys talking about?" Steve stared at her and casually covered his goodies with his left hand. The girl's fessed up, Alyssa looked at him cynically. Sitting on the bed close to him she leaned forward. Her eyes grew smaller, her scent was intoxicating, "You were going to spend an entire weekend with Bridget, after what I, we!" The others stepped back out of the blast radius. Her eye's softened as she leaned into him with a kiss, which had the sweetness of honey. Steve had almost forgotten how tastefully erotic Lyssa's mouth could be. Jennifer yanked her back before he could pull her down onto the bed. "He's not strong enough for you yet Alyssa." Jennie warned. "It's okay, I already knew." Alyssa shrugged. Steve breathed a sigh of relief. The others smiled. "You girl's have got to stop scaring me like that." Sarah grinned, "It's the only fun we get." A week later Steve left the hospital, after saying goodbye to the staff Bridget wheeled him out the front entrance. To the unavoidable waiting crowd of press and on lookers. Steve was amazed to see how many people had shown up. He estimated at least a couple of thousand, mostly tourists. Flanked by Jennie, Heather, and their families. Steve made a brief statement, thanking the hospital staff, and all those who sent cards, and flowers for their support and care. He made it clear that there would be no book, or movie deals and that he just wanted to get on with his life. Peter, Jennie and Heather also made short comments, thanking the many people who wrote and sent flowers, for their support. Then Steve was taken to a waiting limousine, Bridget helped him in and then climbed in with, Jennie. The others left in their own vehicles. The plan was for Steve to stay at Bridget's house, for a week then he would be well enough to travel back to New York. It was early October. The brief stay at Bridget's was most helpful. She was pleased when her dog took a liking to him. That alone confirmed her feelings of his good nature. The first night they slept separately, after that Bridget brought him to her bed where he stayed for the rest of the week. For the first night in weeks they both enjoyed a good nights rest. Each morning they made love, loudly. During the week Bridget would spend half days at work and come home early to take Steve out, or just be with him. One day Winona, and Jennie came over to take him shopping for a new suit. He had never had a $4,000 custom-made suit before. He objected to the obscene price but the girls wouldn't hear of it. When he was alone in the day he would watch TV, work, or surf the net on his laptop. He was still in the news, although not as much as before. But now there were disturbing unconfirmed reports that he had worked for, the F.B.I, N.S.A, or C.I.A. This is what he had been in fear of all along. By now of course there had been a hundred false stories on who he was, but these where getting close to the truth. He was also getting calls for books, movies, magazine interviews, the same people would call three times a day, offering more and more money. This had been going on for the last two weeks of his recovery. He didn't know how much more he could take. Through out the week a few new friends dropped by to say goodbye, Steve almost choked when Calista Flockhart and Courtney-Thorne Smith showed up. Brad Pitt and Eric Stoltz brought a fifty-year old bottle of scotch. Which they drank with, Charlie Sheen and Jason Priestly, the girls were less that impressed. Especially since Charlie had brought that whore Ginger Lynne, with him. She was actually a very nice person, the girls soon warmed up to her. But the looks she was getting from the guy's, was driving them crazy. Then she sat down next to Steve and engaged him in a private conversation. He found she was the type of person that liked to touch people as she talked to them, shoulder, hand, or knee. Winona had to drag Alyssa, Sarah and Jennifer into the kitchen so they wouldn't start a cat fight. Bridget and Heather kept an eye on her. It amused Steve that the girls could get jealous of him. They almost threw a fit when one of the guys turned on the 48" TV to watch a basketball game. During the week they had a small going away dinner for him at Jennies. The girls and their families attended, about thirty people in all, the mood was somber and quite. The families made him feel most welcome and wanted him to stay longer. They kept taking pictures of him and the girls, the babies, families. For Steve the closeness was a bit uncomfortable. Someone snapped a picture while he was slow dancing with Bridget. By now friends and family could see how close they had become over the past six weeks. The high walls they had constructed to hide their feelings were beginning to show signs of cracking. It was the same for the others, the constant phone calls and hospital visits had allowed them to develop a relationship with Steve without raising any suspicions. But there were still one or two secrets, which still needed to be jealously guarded. The last night he had a private dinner with just the girls this was at Alyssa's home. As they struggled through dinner the girls began to ask if he had considered any of the job offer's he had received while in hospital. To their dismay he had refused all of them. He didn't know what waited back for him in New York, but he felt that he must go back. Alyssa looked at the others and placed a small blue velvet box on the table. Jennifer picked it up and passed it to Winona, who gave it to Jennie, then Sarah, Heather, and it criss-crossed down the table till it was finally to Bridget. "This is a little something from all of us for you. "Steve accepted the jewelry box, "It wouldn't be parked outside with a Ferrari logo would it?" They laughed sarcastically, "If you want something to drive..." Jennie began. "Never mind." Winona said cutting her off. Steve opened the box, laying it on the table. "It's wonderful." He exclaimed lifting the chain from its cushion. It was a small plain gold chain about twenty inches really quite ordinary. But the much of the chain was made up of segments two inches long from other chains, some older, cheaper, expensive, different shaped links and sizes. There were seven distinct segments in all, which where spliced in between equal segments of the original chain. The girls pulled out their own necklaces. Each one of them had removed a couple of inches from theirs, and replaced that section with a length from his original necklace. Suspended in the middle of the chain hung a small oval medallion made of sterling silver. On the front was an engraving of an owl in flight, looking at the back he could see a short message,"For what word's can never express." The girls had their initials engraved around the edges. Bridget stood up and put it around his neck. He began to get bleary eyed, "Thanks I-I'm... this is touching." It took a few moments for him to get his emotions to under control. "Why the owl? Wisdom?" He asked curiously. The girls chuckled. "Actually." Jennifer responded. "It's the bird that stays up all night, and watches the stars." Steve nodded and grinned. "Clever." Jennie smiled. "My idea." Alyssa giggled, "You just choose it because it's a bird with a great big..." Heather turned to her, "Alyssa!!" She looked over at her co-star, "Wing span." They all laughed at her. Steve fingered the necklace. "It's going to be so boring around here without you." Winona reflected. "Yea I guess its back to making movies, doing interviews, all the other drab celebrity stuff." Sarah remarked "Life is going to be so special from now on." Heather smiled. Alyssa and Jennie went to the kitchen returning soon after with trays of coffee and dessert. There was an assortment of pastries, fruit and ice cream. Steve couldn't help but grin as Alyssa placed a dish of strawberry ice cream in front of him topped with a cherry. Alyssa gave him a dirty look and bumped him with her hip. After dinner they settled in Alyssa's natural decor living room. "Steve could you get my fire going?" She called over her shoulder. She let out a high pitched yelp as he scooped the tiny brunette up in his arms. "You betcha." Alyssa's German shepherd Hugo jumped up, running at them growling and barking. Steve dropped Alyssa like a bag of cow manure on fire, holding her in front of him like a hostage. She knelt down to sooth the savage beast, "Wanna try that again Steve?" The dog growled at him. "No, good doggie." Looking over her shoulder, "You big coward, Hugo's just a baby, aren't ya goood boy." She mimicked as the dog licked her hand. "Now go an light the fire place please." Steve moved away cautiously, watching the dog. Alyssa got up, the dog loped over to where Jennifer and Heather sat receiving a friendly tummy rub. (Lucky dog!) Lighting the fire he stepped back, Sarah dimmed the ceiling lights, and lamps. Steve was put on the couch, in between Heather and Bridget. The others sat next to them, and on the floor. The dogs nuzzled in where ever they where accepted, which wasn't hard. Alyssa walked over and sat at her black baby grand piano. Jennifer pickup the microphone that was plugged into the stereo. Then moved over to the piano she began to sing Trisha Yearwood's "How do I live without you." Steve was impressed, her voice was clear and smooth good, as was Alyssa's piano playing. Heather stood up and offered her hand. Standing up he slipped his arms around her trim waist, leaving the merest crack of light between them, as he took her around the floor. Heather's wet eyes shone like crystal lattices, she stared into his soul like a sad puppy. He was trying to think of something to say when she pulled his face to hers in a kiss that seemed to come from the very depths of her heart. With that she stepped away, and Jennie appeared, he pulled her in tight as she draped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest. As the song ended she looked up, hoping that the kiss she poured into his mouth was not goodbye. Jennifer finished the song, as Steve released Jennie Alyssa started to sing, while Jennifer played, "Because you loved me" by Celine Dion. Sarah slipped into his arms, which eagerly encompassed her tiny waist, wordlessly they danced, her kiss was as deadly as the rest of her. Bridget took over halfway through the song. Her eyes betrayed her calm sadness, kissing him with the desire of a lost soul searching for its mate. Winona stepped in last, her dark eyes showed a hint of regret, and filled with a pool of love. She had grown into quite an exquisite young woman. Alyssa came to the end of her song, as Winona licked his lips for him. If a man had ever tasted one such kiss in his entire lifetime, he would be so fortunate. Alyssa put down the microphone, he walked over and stopped before her. Jennifer got up from the piano. The three embraced affectionately, as they kissed with shared passion and deep emotions. Jennie held Hugo back stroking the dog's head to let him know it was all right. The dog turned its head looking at her, and licked at the salty tears on her cheeks. They talked the evening away, Steve already knew he was probably out of the Company, and could expect to loose his job at the magazine too. The girls asked him to reconsider staying, but he said he had to go back. Steve had already weighed the threats against them, and decided it was too difficult for him to stay. Both Bridget and Alyssa had made plans to visit him in New York in December, and he was suppose to spend Christmas with Winona's family in Minnesota. So they would still stay in touch. As the evening ended they made plans to take him to the airport. Again he refused their generous offer of a private jet, which many people and companies had been offering for the last week. Instead they got him a first class ticket. As they prepared to go Alyssa pulled Bridget to one side and whispered in her ear. Bridget grinned and nodded. Steve held her coat for her, slipping her arms through the sleeves, she turned and kissed him goodnight. "You're staying here tonight, okay." Steve glanced at Alyssa, she had a pleading look in her eye's. He nodded sympathetically. Sarah smirked, "Stocking up for a dry spell Lyssa?" Jennie gave her a gentle knock, "Now I'm sure Alyssa's intentions are on the level." Winona chuckled, "That's probably one position she won't be in tonight!" Heather looked up at the ceiling, "Nice chandelier Lyssa." Alyssa frowned at the degrading comments of her friends, "Guy's I'm not, that's not why I want him to stay. I just want to sleep with him. You understand don't you Bridget?" She said hoping for a supporter. "Yes I do understand, and he's been sleeping with me all week too!" She giggled. Steve looked at Alyssa questioningly, "Just sleep?" She nodded seriously. "Maybe I shouldn't stay the night after all. I mean I don't want to offend Bridget." She sneered at him, "Don't expect anything from me you wouldn't be getting here tonight." He looked around at the others fishing for an invite. "Jennifer." Sarah put her arms around her friend's waist,"Back off, she's staying with me tonight." Jennifer smiled and held Sarah's arms. "Jennie?" She chuckled, "Sorry there's a little someone at home who needs my attention a lot more than you do." Heather met his leer with a smile and a shake of her locks. Winona frowned at him,"I feel a headache coming on." He smiled like a used car salesman at Alyssa,"Well looks like I'm all yours Lyssa." She crossed her arms and glared at him,"I'm not sure I want you anymore." He pouted,"You're going to make me beg aren't you?" She stared through him, "If you're lucky!" A cold shiver ran through Steve like a drain snake on high. The girls thanked Alyssa for a lovely meal, bid them goodnight and made there way home. Alyssa closed the door behind them leaning on it heavily. She was dressed in a black from hugging cocktail dress simple yet elegant, daring. They turned out the lights and locked all the doors. Steve was piling the last of the dishes into the dishwasher while Alyssa when up stairs to slip into something more comfortable. When he was done he made a couple of cafe'laites, and put the cups on a tray. Upon exiting the kitchen he realized he had no idea where her bedroom was, he was about to call out then remembered the sleeping dogs, he thought it was best to let them lie. The full moon light shining through the windows showed him the clues Lyssa had left for him to follow. At the foot of the stairs was a pair of shoes, draped over the banister half way up was a stocking. He headed upstairs as fast as the tray would allow. At the top of the stairs he peered down the corridor he saw another stocking, picking the items up as he went Steve felt like he was on a treasure hunt. Walking down the hall he found her dress, which Alyssa had unzipped and stepped out of, lifting the garment to his nose he savored her scent. He looked up to see a closed door at the end of the hall. The black lace bra hanging from its knob was still swinging ever so slightly. He folded the dress over his arm and quietly stepped over to the door. Lifting the bra from its holder was about to knock on the door when he spied a ray of light coming through the keyhole. Should he, dare he? It was so degrading, juvenile, and voyeuristic. With no self control what so ever, and little disregard for any possible consequences, he knelt down to look through the inviting view port, like a pervert at a peep show. What he saw was not quite what he had expected. The room was bathed in a soft light of the lamp on her vanity and the candles on the bedside tables, he could hear the radio tuned into a soft rock station. He could see Alyssa, she was coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a pink robe, with a blue and green plaid cotton night gown which covered her from head to toe. She sat down at the vanity looking at her face in the mirror. Steve wondered,"No baby doll, no high heels, no peak-a-boo nightie, no leather corset and riding crop? What was she playing at?" As his head slumped against the door in disappointment, he banged his forehead on the knob. Alyssa turned and looked towards the door,"Steve?..." He froze trying to think of what his options were. In a flash it came to him. Not to loudly he scratched at the door, "woof, woof." As if having x-ray vision she laughed, "Steve I know its you, get off you knee's and come in." He struggled to stand up with the tray, and her clothes. Opening the door he looked at her like a small boy, who's mother had just found a Playboy magazine under his mattress. "Were you spying on me through the keyhole." He nodded ashamed. She laughed at him,"Naughty boy, maybe you need a good spanking." Steve's eye's looked hopeful, Alyssa cracked a grin, "Nah just teasing." Steve breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. "What's in the cups?" She asked. He walked over to the bed putting the tray on the table. "Cafe laite, thought you might want something to relax." Turning off her vanity lamp she ambled over to her bed and slipped in between the sheets beneath the massive green and white quilted duvet. He was still holding her clothes over his arm. "Where shall I put these." She nodded to a French Louis XV chair in the corner. He carefully placed the items down, letting the embroidered silk stockings slip reluctantly though his fingers. "Thanks for picking my things up." She praised. He turned and grinned looking evil in the dim light of the candles,"It was my pleasure, and by the way dinner was wonderful." She smiled appreciatively and sat up propped against two large pillows, pointing to the bathroom, "There's a robe, PJ's, and a tooth brush, in there I bought for you." Handing her a hot cup, he went to get cleaned up. He was back in less than five minutes, and that included a quick shave using one of her pink lady disposable razors. "Hey not a bad fit." She admired as he came back. "Nice colors too." He smiled. "Take them with you, I don't want my mom finding them here." She instructed. He slipped under the covers besides her petite curvaceous form. Drinking their cafe's Alyssa and Steve talked for a couple of hours about this and that, before she fell asleep her head resting on his chest. The scented candles burned out leaving the aroma of lilacs hanging in the air. End 4/5 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----