Fear, Lust, and Vanity an erotic tale by AchtungNight. Codes: FF, FFF, cons, oral, reluc Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sexual situations and adult themes and is therefore not suitable for those under age 18 or the close-minded. It may be illegal in some areas too. :( Please also note that it is not a true story, instead merely a fantasy. Real events may be referenced and real names, likenesses, and other personal details of celebrities and other real people may be part of the story- however they are used in a fictional manner styled to the author's liking that may be satirical at times. The author has never met any of the celebrities used herein, so he has no way of knowing if they really act the way they do in the story, and is confident that they probably don't. One hopes that these facts do not keep you, the reader, from enjoying the story. 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Notes: This is my very first erotic story, so if you send feedback, please be gentle. It takes place during and after the 2006 Vanity Fair Hollywood Issue cover shoot. Of course the shoot did not really happen this way- this story is fiction. That said, on with the show! **************************************************************** Fear, Lust, and Vanity. Early February 2006. New York City, USA. Scarlett Johansson had a problem. Not a big problem, really, she told herself. Nothing she hadn't been expecting. She'd agreed to pose nude for a group picture- surely she should have been anticipating being around other naked people, right? So why was she so nervous? She shouldn't be worried about anything- she was just here for fun. She didn't need to do this. Her career was doing great- four Golden Globe nominations in two years, two BAFTA nominations and one award, one Oscar nomination, tons of critical acclaim, millions of dollars, and lots of good scripts on her desk every day. She had 5 films in the works at the moment, all roles that should get her even more praise from the critics. This included a role that had interested her since she begun her acting career- Lucrezia Borgia. Scarlett had been fascinated with that historical temptress since learning about her in the ninth grade, and now she'd get to act her part under the excellent direction of Neil Jordan- she'd always loved his movies and now she'd be in one. She was enjoying a great career, and it wasn't likely to be impacted negatively by posing nude. If anything, it would get her more attention from the Hollywood powers-that-be and her fans. She was posing for Vanity Fair, a high-end fashion magazine, not Playboy! Scarlett didn't need to worry about paparazzi or Peeping Toms here either. The magazine's excellent security was keeping them out- thank the higher powers her parents didn't believe in! The last thing Scarlett needed was another gang of paparazzi jerks chasing her. Not a day went by she wasn't dodging them. Once they had even caused her to have a car accident- why did those people keep doing that? One of their accidents had killed Princess Diana, who'd always been a big idol of Scarlett's, and the one she'd had had almost injured her and three other women! You'd think the paparazzi would learn from their past mistakes, but no, they kept after her. All the escape and evasion courses in the world couldn't keep them away. I hope those big guards just outside the door can, Scarlett told herself, at least until this is over. What were their names? Oh yes, Andy and Barney. Nice guys. They would keep out any stupid little boy who might want to get a peek at her goodies too. Sure she wasn't showing anything in the photos other than her butt, but she would be naked! Anyone with a good imagination could easily fill in the blanks. Her millions of adoring fans would gladly be printing the photos out and posting them all over the dozens of websites that featured her. Many would probably also be posting them on their walls at home, looking at them, getting excited, getting hot... Hush! Scarlett ordered her inner voice. You don't need to worry about that. You probably won't even meet a small fraction of those guys. And besides, it's not like you have anything to hide. You're not ugly, you're very sexy. You have a nice personality, too, and you're a great professional actress. You've garnered enough critical acclaim to make sure everyone knows that you're not just a pretty face. And, girl, the face is pretty as hell. The body too, especially the breasts. Earlier this year you told Harper's Bazaar they were your best feature and they are- no one would mind staring at them. Everyone should stare- except, of course, when it doesn't work for the scene, like in your last movie. Millions of people adore your breasts, girl, so what if Michael Bay wasn't brave enough to put them on the screen? No man, even a hot guy like Johnathan Rhys-Meyers, who's probably seen thousands of breats, can easily take his eyes off them! Even fashion designers you've never met before who should be busy hosting the Golden Globes can't keep their hands away! Your ass is almost as good, and it's being shown in these photographs. Feast your eyes, boys! The young blonde smiled to herself, then pushed the thought away. It was part of what was making her nervous after all, and it wouldn't do to have it right now. Not when she was about to pose nude. She'd never posed nude before, and all the models she'd asked for advice about doing it had told her arousal was a big problem. Something to be avoided, even if it did make the photos more exciting to the viewer. The angst arousal brought on could make anybody scared, ruin their emotion, cause the photos to come out wrong over and over. Scarlett didn't want to be here forever. Think unsexy thoughts, she told herself, think unsexy thoughts. Don't think about sex. It shouldn't be hard- you've been getting plenty lately. Just last week you and Josh Hartnett nearly reenacted the finale of his movie 40 Days and 40 Nights. Before that, you had Jared Leto, and he was good to you. You have no reason to be feeling lust overload right now, you're very sexually satisfied. If the guys aren't available, you have plenty of toys. You came this morning on one of them, it was great. That should have kept your sex drive down for the rest of the day! Then why, Scarlett asked herself, can't I stop thinking about sex? Maybe it was the other actresses she was going to be posing with, who were sitting beside her in the studio director's chairs discussing their favorite movies. She had met them both before at various parties and award shows, but she had never been this close to either of them before for this long. It was taking the photographer, Annie Leibovitz, forever to set up her equipment. Sure Scarlett had nothing else going on today, but she wanted to get on with the shoot- get it over with. Maybe then she could stop thinking about Keira Knightley and Rachel McAdams- how good they looked, how nice they were, how much of them she was about to see. They both made her feel so... Shush! Scarlett again ordered her inner voice. They're just women- sure they're great actresses like you, but they're just women. They've got nothing you haven't got. Then why can't I stop thinking about them, stop looking at them? She closed her eyes and tried to dispel the thoughts, but when she opened her eyes again, the other two girls were still there. Your agent warned you there'd be other girls, Scarlett reminded herself. Yeah, she replied to the voice, but he didn't say which other girls. "Are you alright, Scarlett?" Keira asked her. Scarlett nodded and smiled. Keira smiled back and then returned to her conversation with Rachel. Scarlett's thoughts were so distracting to her she could only hear snatches of the conversation. Something about working with Johnny Depp. Johnny Depp, she sighed. Now there's a man I'd like to star alongside. He was great in everything I've ever seen him in. Just like these two girls. Keira Knightley was the bomb in Domino, excellent in Pirates of the Carribean, I even loved her in King Arthur. She smiled as the British brunette, whose hair had recently been dyed blonde, once again looked her way. And Rachel McAdams- had there ever been another actress who had inspired so many varied ranges of emotion in Scarlett? She'd laughed out loud at her antics in Wedding Crashers, been scared along with her in Red Eye, cried for her in The Notebook, and cheered for her again and again in Mean Girls. Truly Rachel was a great actress, no matter her hair color, which had changed frequently. Today it was a deep reddish brown rather than her natural blonde. Together these actresses have almost as many awards and honors as I have, Scarlett silently chuckled. Rachel has a Genie, or Canadian Oscar, nomination and several MTV Movie awards and nominations- she's definitely topping me in that category. And Keira's got Golden Globe and Oscar nominations too this year for Pride & Prejudice- I still need to see that movie. Both of them have the ability to play diverse roles well, just like you do, and both of them have tons of critical acclaim to their name, just like you. They both have millions of fans too, all of whom will gladly enjoy seeing them in this photo. They'll see you in the photo too, and that's the icing on the cake. "Almost ready, girls!" Annie Leibovitz called to them from over by the camera. Scarlett flashed her a smile of relief. "Are you sure you're alright, Scarlett?" Keira asked, her throaty voice making the other actress weak in the knees. "Fine," Scarlett said, massaging a crick in her neck. "Just nervous." Keira made things a little harder for her as she leaned back and crossed her legs. "I'm a little nervous too," the Brit confessed with a chuckle. "I've done a lot of modeling, but never in a group nude shot. It's going to be interesting, don't you think?" Stop looking at her legs, Scarlett ordered herself. You can't see any of her assets yet- she's still in the same white robe all three of us are wearing. There is no use thinking about them. You're not here to fuck her or Rachel, you don't even know if they swing that way. But they're so beautiful- Keira is so tan and waifish and Rachel's so slender and amazingly sexy. Neither is the typical Hollywood beauty, and that's what makes them so beautiful. Soon you'll be naked with them, close to them, so close... Oh goodness, what is wrong with me? "Scarlett?" Rachel waved a hand in front of her eyes, grinning as she did so. "You okay?" "Fine," Scarlett snapped, blushing furiously and looking away. She thought she detected a blush under Rachel's makeup too, though it was hard to tell. Keira was definitely blushing- it was noticeable even with her tanned skin. Could the other girls be having the same thoughts she was? No, she told herself, that's impossible. This is unique to me. It has to be. "Just don't think about it," Keira said to her. "Just act and go with the flow. It's what I always do." "R-really?" Scarlett asked, trying to control her stammer. "Yes," Keira laughed. "How else do you think I handle all the roles I've played? You have to forget yourself and become another person for a few minutes. Concentration is all it takes." "Yeah," Rachel laughed along, smiling briefly. "This will all be over soon- if Annie ever gets her equipment ready." "Going as fast as I can, girls!" Annie called out, tightening a lens. "Can't rush greatness!" Keira, Rachel, and Scarlett all laughed at that. "She'll be ready soon, girls," Tom Ford, the fashion mogul Vanity Fair had hired to direct the shoot, assured them, looking up from his desk across the room. "A few more moments." "Whenever, Tom!" Keira called back. She turned back to the other two girls and smiled. "I'm just glad we're done with hair and makeup. That's always my least favorite part of these things." "Mine too," Rachel agreed, sighing. "I just want this to be over." "You're sure you're okay with it?" Keira asked her. "You were pretty upset earlier." "What?" Scarlett asked, raising an eyebrow. She hadn't seen that, she'd just come out of the changing room and sat down ten minutes ago. The other two actresses were already sitting down when she arrived, in their robes and looking ready to go. Scarlett knew they'd been dressing in the changing room earlier, but she'd been behind a screen. She hadn't seen them. Rachel had been upset? "I had to fire my publicist," Rachel explained with a grimace. "She didn't tell me I was supposed to pose nude in this. I just thought I was going to be on the cover of Vanity Fair with the two of you. I didn't know it was going to be naked." "You did know Tom was directing the shoot, though," said Keira. "You know about all the things he's done recently. The naked photos in his perfume ads, his spread in W, the porn stars in sunglasses." "Yeah, but Ame didn't tell me I was going be nude in this!" Rachel replied, throwing up her hands and grimacing again. "I told her she couldn't speak for me like that! She said she agreed to nothing of the sort- yeah, right! I had to let her go." "Why are you still here if you didn't want to pose naked?" Scarlett asked her. "If you were upset..." "I stormed out, then came back," Rachel replied, letting out a sigh. "I thought, I might as well go through with this. It's just a photograph, nothing more. It's too good to pass up for my career." "Oh please," Keira shook her head. "None of our careers need this. I don't know about you two, but I'm here for the fun!" "Fun," Rachel sighed, looking away from them. "Yeah..." What's wrong with her? Scarlett wondered. Rachel has nothing to worry about. She's been on the cover of Allure. She made FHM's 100 Sexiest Women in the World the last two years- in 2004 they even added a number to the list just for her. Last month she was at the top of some radio station's 20 Sexiest Girls list, above Keira and Scarlett as well as the station's two year champion Beyonce Knowles. Millions of people, especially in her homeland, are in love with her. She's looked great every time she's been on camera, and she looks even better in real life. This shoot is going to get her some attention in a major way. When coupled with all the critical acclaim she has it can only get her more films. The photos will hide her assets- Vanity Fair's not a porno magazine. Rachel shouldn't be feeling like this, no way! Maybe she's nervous for the same reason you are, Scarlett's inner voice whispered. Maybe she can't stop thinking about seeing you and Keira naked, being close to you, touching against you. No, Scarlett pushed the thoughts away, that can't be it. Rachel's just from an older generation than Keira and me. Posing nude is different for her than for us. She's never even been close to nude in a movie, even if she did show a lot of flesh in Red Eye and Notebook. Not like me in The Island and Match Point, or Keira in that costume she wore in King Arthur. My, did that thing leave nothing to the imagination! Rachel's never exposed herself like this- that's why she's so nervous. Yeah, that's gotta be it. Then she again looked at the evident blush on the Canadian actress's face and had to push such thoughts aside. Why can't I stop thinking about sex? Scarlett asked herself. Is it that I haven't been with a woman in a while? She was no stranger to female lovers, even if she did prefer guys. Briefly she thought back on her past sapphic affairs, smiling as they came to mind. The first had been while she was filming Eight-Legged Freaks with Kari Wuhrer, way back in 2001. Scarlett had had a very hard time on that movie, due in large part to her fear of spiders. She'd agreed to be in the film in hopes that facing those fears would banish them, but it hadn't worked. Then Kari had offered to help her by doing something that she said had gotten her mind off stage fright in many previous films. Scarlett had asked what she meant, and when Kari answered her with a kiss, she hadn't known what to think. She'd known Kari was bisexual- she'd seen her in Kate's Addiction, Terminal Justice, and many other sexual thrillers- but she'd never suspected the older actress was attracted to her. She'd never been with a girl before either, and to be offered the chance to be with a great actress whose work she'd really enjoyed even though it was all B-movies, such a beautiful older woman, had been overwhelming. But she had readily agreed, just because the kiss felt so good. And the rest felt good, too, Scarlett remembered. Kari's skin was so soft, her lips so warm, her pussy so wet and streaming. I learned so much from her. She smiled again, thinking of how several months later she had put those teachings to use with Erika Christensen on the set of The Perfect Score. The other blonde had come on to her again and again, and Scarlett had nearly gone mad reminding her such things were better kept in private. Evidently Erika hadn't been completely acting when she played a psycho in Swimfan. But once Scarlett got her alone and fucked her, she'd calmed down. Both girls' pale skin had been so full of color during their loveplay, Scarlett recalled. It had been wonderful, almost as good as with Kari. But then they had only been together for one night- Erika had seemed so satisfied during their play but afterwards she'd never made the offer for more. Scarlett hadn't either- she had expected Erika to make it since she'd been the agressor up until then. But it never happened. Then they finished shooting the movie and went their separate ways. She hadn't been with a woman since. Is that the problem? Scarlett wondered. Do I miss the pleasures of the female flesh? Josh has been fucking me enough to keep my mind off anybody else, or so I thought till now. But now I'm close to these other two girls, about to be naked with them, and I can't stop thinking about sex! "Scarlett?" Keira's throaty voice broke into her thoughts. "You are okay?" Rachel and Keira were both looking at her. "Fine," Scarlett laughed, placing a hand in front of her mouth. "I just want this to be over and done with." Keira and Rachel both nodded in agreement. "Alright, girls!" Tom Ford called out to them just then, standing up and clapping his hands. "Magic time! Stand up now, let's make sure we get this right." He gestured them towards the black sheet spread out in the middle of the floor. "Just take off your robes and lay down here. I've got it all planned out. Annie's all ready." The photographer smiled and gave them a thumbs-up. Let's get this done, Scarlett told herself, boldly standing up first. A twist of the sash and a couple shrugs of her shoulders and the robe was on the floor. She grimaced as she felt the room chill all of a sudden. Maybe it was just everyone's eyes on her. Tom's mouth fell open, then closed quickly. Some of the people standing around him were visibly ogling her. Annie was smiling, obviously eager to get her on film. Like what you see, hmm? Scarlett thought as she stared back at them. These are the pink girls Michael Bay was scared to show the world, and for good reason! Below them, the perfect belly so many fans loved seeing in The Perfect Score, and below that, my freshly shaven pussy. You know you like them. Too bad none of these gifts will be in your magazine, but you know you like them! "Just lay down right here," Tom told her, waving at the middle of the sheet and stifling a cough. "You're in the foreground." Scarlett nodded and lay down on her belly, bent her back just so, crossed one arm over another, then looked at the camera. Annie nodded and gave her a thumbs-up, then snapped the shutter. "Excellent!" Tom declared. Scarlett smiled in relief, then looked over at Keira and Rachel. Keira was regarding her with an expression she couldn't decipher, while Rachel was pointedly looking away, one hand on her hip and running the other through her long brown hair. "Keira, you're here!" Tom gestured at the sheet again. Keira smiled and slipped her robe off, seeming to hesitate a moment before stepping forward. Scarlett saw Rachel glance at her briefly, then quickly look at the wall. Yeah, I'd blush too, Scarlett thought to herself. Keira's waifish beauty was blatantly revealed, and it was amazing. Small breasts capped with hard dark nipples, more well-msucled curves than the New Jersey Turnpike, and a diamond belly button stud shining above a thin heart-shaped patch of brown hair. Impossibly long slim legs framing that patch, somehow accenting the engorged lips the hair barely covered. Look away, Scarlett ordered herself, trying not to think about the smile on Keira's face. Look away. Think unsexy thoughts. Quickly she pictured the unsexiest thing she could think of- Woody Allen in a Speedo. The mental grimace this brought on was enough for her to take her attention away from Keira and turn her face back to the camera, just in time to see Tom, Annie, and several others closing their mouths. "Right," Tom coughed, indicating a spot just behind Scarlett. "Just sit down there and look at Annie." "You got it," Keira replied, sitting down and pulling her knees up against her breasts. Combined with Scarlett's body, they effectively hid her assets from prying eyes. That's not helping me, though, Scarlett thought as Annie snapped a picture of them. She's so close to me. I can feel her body even though we aren't touching. Keira's so pretty, so luscious... I wouldn't be surprised if I'm soaking the sheet beneath us with her this close.... No! Think unsexy thoughts! Think of Woody Allen! "Okay, Rachel," Tom's voice drew her back to reality. "You're sitting down to the left of Keira behind Scarlett, front to Keira's back. Huddle close, face the camera. A few shots and we will be done." "Alright," Rachel coughed. Scarlett turned her head towards her, keeping the image of Woody in her mind. I'm just curious what Rachel looks like, she told herself. I just want to see what she's got. I am not going to leap up, grab her, and wrestle her to the floor. Rachel looked back at her and coughed, then grinned sheepishly. Keira gave her a smile of encouragement. The Canadian actress's hands went to the sash of her robe, unknotted it, and pulled the folds open. Scarlett caught a glimpse of creamy thigh, delicate pink nipple, and thick auburn pussy hair. Then, just as quickly, the robe was closed and the sash tied again. "I can't go through with this," Rachel sighed, throwing her hands up in the air. "I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm just too nervous." "It's okay," Tom said, holding up a hand. "I don't want anyone here feeling uncomfortable. There's no contract, you can back out." "You're sure?" Rachel asked him. "I'm sorry, I just..." "It's okay," Tom told her, giving the Canadian actress a bemused grin. "Just don't sue us, and all will be fine. I'm sorry I dragged you into this." "It's nothing," Rachel sighed, looking away. "You're... you're just doing your job." "Oh come on, Rachel!" Keira stood up and implored her. "This will be fun." Scarlett remained on the floor, not knowing what she should say to Rachel. She was having enough trouble trying to keep her mind off the beautiful body next to her and the equally beautiful one she'd only briefly glimpsed. "No, Keira," Rachel declared, waving a hand noncommittally. "You're right, I don't need to do this. I don't know why I thought I did. My career is going great without it. I'm sorry." She turned away from them and walked off towards the changing room, not looking back. Scarlett grimaced, unable to turn her face away. "It's okay," Tom called after Rachel. "It's fine. I'm just glad you're not upset." He turned back to Keira and Scarlett. "Okay, we're fine. On with the picture-taking. Keira,, if you'll sit back down..." "Uh, no, Tom, it's not okay," Annie cut in. "The photo we had in mind called for three people, not two. How are we going to do this without the third?" "It will be okay, Annie," Tom assured her. "We have a backup, right?" "No, Tom," Annie sighed. "Our wranglers didn't arrange for anyone else, and unless you want to postpone this thing..." "We can't postpone this!" Tom snapped. "I'm booked up totally for the next two months! And we can't shoot them like this. Two girls together are lesbians- this magazine can not show lesbians on the cover!" "What's wrong with him, Scarlett?" Keira asked the other actress. Scarlett shrugged and kept her face turned away, still trying not to think about just how close to her Keira was. "We need a third model then, Tom!" Annie threw her hands out. "Who do you want? Any suggestions?" She looked at the collection of publicists, assistants, and others around her. No one stepped forward, all shaking their heads and looking overwhelmed. "We spent hours thinking up this shoot, Tom," Annie told the director. "It's our project, mine and yours. We can't just throw it away." "I'm thinking, Annie," Tom replied, grimacing and hanging his head. Will we never get out of this? Scarlett implored him with her eyes, ignoring the laugh Keira let out. "I know!" Annie suddenly declared, holding up a finger. "You can be in the picture. You've modeled nude recently. And surely no one will accuse us of putting lesbians on the cover when they're next to a man!" We're not lesbians, Scarlett thought with a grimace. At least I'm not. I can't speak for Keira, I don't even know her. Me, though, I prefer boys. Nice hard hot boys. I've enjoyed a woman a few times, but guys are just better. Or so I've thought most of the time. How dare you call me something I'm not! Then she felt another wave of arousal wash over her as Keira sat back down next to her and said something about letting Tom and Annie figure things out- she'd just go with the flow. I can go with the flow too, Scarlett reminded herself. I can control myself. I can get this done, then go home and call Josh, enjoy some hot phone sex. This will soon be over! "I can't be in the picture," Tom was telling Annie. "I'm the director. It's just not done." "Oh come on, Tom," Keira laughed at him. "Actors direct the movies they star in all the time. What's the matter with you? You can handle this. What do you think, Scarlett?" Scarlett looked up at Keira, then over at Tom, and thought for a minute. Yeah, he probably can, she decided. I've never seen a man look so bemused and disgusted- especially in the company of two girls as hot as Keira and me. Two naked girls as hot as Keira and me. Oh no, stop it! Think of Woody, think of Woody. She smiled, then gave the director a nod. "Okay, fine," Tom sighed, pulling his shirt open and baring his chest. "Okay, fine. I'll do it." He sank down beside Keira in the pose he'd meant for Rachel, leaning close to the British actress and waving at Annie. Scarlett tried to ignore the wave of cold she felt at her shoulders, something not even Keira's heat could push aside. She grimaced and looked up at the director. God, Tom looks like he thinks he's in a brothel or something, Scarlett couldn't help but muse. Or maybe he's trying to keep his mind on something else. I'm sure having trouble with that. Tom glanced back at her and grimaced, then quickly looked away. Then Annie coughed, and Scarlett turned back to the camera. "One, two, three," Annie said, then snapped the shutter. She moved to another angle and snapped the shutter again, repeating the motion several times. Scarlett kept her attention on the photographer, pushing all other thoughts out of her mind. "There," Annie said finally as she lowered the camera. "Finished." "See now?" Keira smiled at Tom and Scarlett. "That wasn't so hard." Suddenly she grinned and looked down at Tom's groin. "That is, though. Would you like something done about it?" Scarlett's mouth fell open. Surely Keira wasn't... no, it was impossible. Tom looked down at his groin with an extremely disgusted expression. "I'll be fine," he snapped. "Thanks anyway. Just go on and get dressed. We're, uh, done here." He stood up, turned away, and walked back to his desk. Keira chuckled at Scarlett, then stood up and walked over to where their chairs were. "You do know," Scarlett said to her as she followed, reaching for her robe. "You do know he's gay, right?" Keira looked back at her and laughed. "That's not important. He wouldn't be the first gay man I've turned bisexual." "What?" Scarlett raised her eyebrow. "Didn't you see him during the shot?" Keira asked her, steamily glaring towards the director, who was making a point not to look back as he discussed something with Annie. "He was about to go all Mike Tyson on me- I thought he was going to bite off my ear!" "So that was payback?" Scarlett asked, nervously knotting the sash of her robe. "The beginning of it," Keira replied huffily, donning her own robe and starting towards the dressing room. "I don't know if I'm ever working with that man again. I can see why Rachel left. The nerve of Tom, doing that to me in the middle of the shooting!" Unbelievable, Scarlett thought, following Keira to the dressing room. I suppose I can understand why Tom felt that way, she told herself. He's gay, and he didn't want to be in the picture. I was turned on too, just being close to Keira. Gosh, she's so sexy. Even now, walking behind her, I can't stop thinking about her. I just saw Keira Knightley naked- and I thought Kari and Erika were hot! Hush, she told her inner voice. I can't think about that right now. Once I'm dressed, I'm out of here. I am so glad the shoot's over. And yet Scarlett couldn't get her mind off Keira. The other actress made things worse when she stood in the middle of their mutual dressing room and shrugged her robe off without a care. "What?" Keira asked as Scarlett's mouth fell open. "You just saw all of me in the studio! It's not like I need to use the screen now." "Um..." Scarlett gulped, looking away. "That's over now and..." "And what?" Keira interrupted, brazenly placing a hand on her hip and posing suggestively. "I can't be naked in front of you anymore? This from the girl I just posed nude next to? This from the girl who wanted to be topless before the world and Ewan MacGregor? I don't believe it!" "It's not that," Scarlett blushed. "Then what is it?" Keira asked, an abject look on her face. "It's..." Scarlett stammered. "It's.... oh, fuck it!" Scarlett sighed, then grabbed Keira's head and pressed the Brit's lips against her own. She kissed the other actress deeply, tongue teasing her lips open. To her surprise, the slight shock on Keira's face melted away quickly. She immediately returned the kiss with great fervor, grabbing Scarlett around the waist and pulling their bodies against each other. Oh my, Scarlett gasped into Keira's mouth. She's so warm! I can feel her right through the robe. And she's so wet- why didn't I notice that earlier?! She's just as turned on as me! "Well now," Keira smiled at her, breaking the kiss with a chuckle. "Was that what you were nervous about?" "I..." Scarlett could only nod. Keira laughed and kissed her mouth again, thrusting her tongue between Scarlett's lips. Scarlett kissed her back, sending their tongues dueling for several seconds. Scarlett felt emotions rising inside her as they flicked back and forth, pleasure building in her groin and spreading through her. She grabbed Keira's shoulders with her hands and pulled her closer. Keira's fingers intertwined in her hair, her teeth nipping at Scarlett's mouth. Then their lips broke and both of them smiled into each other's eyes. "You're so tense," Keira told Scarlett, running her hands over Scarlett's cheeks and then rubbing her back and shoulders. "Lie down, I'll relieve it." Once again, Scarlett could only nod. She sank to the room's soft white carpet and smiled at Keira as the other girl broke their embrace to lock the changing room door, then sat down beside her and reached out a hand to brush Scarlett's hair back. Soft lips met once more as Scarlett leaned back and stretched out, Keira falling on top of her. She could feel the heat of the other woman's groin against her own, and that heat grew as Keira pulled her robe open and pushed it off her. All thoughts of not thinking about her gone, Scarlett aided Keira in undressing her by raising her arms and slipping them out of the sleeves. The other woman's hands on her felt so good. Scarlett resolved to enjoy the moment, do what she'd been wanting to do for the past hour, satisfy her sudden rush of cravings for the female flesh. She moved her hands up Keira's back, caressing those curves as she pulled the other actress against her. The robe was pushed aside, the touch of its soft fabric on Scarlett's skin soon replaced by the softer touch of Keira's hands. Scarlett gasped at the feel of them, rubbing her own hands all over the other girl's body in a rush to feel every inch of her skin. Keira let out a throaty moan and kissed Scarlett deeply, then started moving her lips down against her neck, nuzzling and breathing heavily against Scarlett's jugular. Scarlett gasped as Keira's hands moved forward on her and started kneading her breasts. They were so sensitive and warm now, as they always were when she was fucking. She ran her fingers through Keira's hair, untangling the long tresses as their moans built to a chorus and echoed throughout the room. God, she's so wet, Scarlett thought, her thigh rubbing against Keira's pussy. So hot and hard too. I can feel her labia pressing against me, and her clit almost piercing my skin. She moved a hand down and pushed all five fingers into that wet heat, elicting several loud throaty moans from Keira as she twisted and windmilled her digits. Thinking back to her past lovers and what they'd enjoyed, Scarlett rubbed each side of Keira's pussy with two fingers, hitting all the sensitive spots, all the while waggling her thumb against the other girl's clit. Her other hand continued to move back and forth across Keira's back, shifting through her hair and occasionally moving down to rub against Keira's behind or forward to tease her hard nipples. Keira gasped and moaned in approval, keeping up the rhythm of hard breaths against Scarlett's neck and finger flicks across her areolas. Then Scarlett bit back a scream of ecstasy as Keira's lips suddenly captured one of her nipples and Keira's hands moved to her rear. "You don't know how much I was thinking about you in the studio," Keira gasped a confession as she moved back and forth. Her lips tongued one of Scarlett's nipples, then the other. "Being close to your body, wanting to feel your tits, your arse, your lips on mine. I tried to ignore it, go with the flow, but it was so hard. I wanted you, I wanted you so bad, Scarlett." So it wasn't just me, Scarlett realized, twisting and pulling at Keira's clit and nipples. All that time, it wasn't just me.... She moaned as Keira bit deeply into her tit. "I wanted you too," Scarlett grinned back at her, breathing hard and rubbing the other woman's curves against her own. One hand rubbed the small of Keira's back, the other continued to probe her cunt. Scarlett gasped as the latter shook around her fingers, then leaned down and licked across Keira's forehead. She gasped at the soft touch of the other girl's hair on her lips. "I was afraid..." "Nothing to be afraid of now, luv," Keira said, smiling and licking her cleavage. "You've got me. Yes, you've got me. Yes! YES!!!!" The British girl let out a deep throaty moan, thrashing around and exploding in orgasm all over Scarlett's grasping hand. Scarlett smiled and rolled her over, climbing on top of Keira and raising her wet hand to her lips. She smiled down at her new lover as she licked Keira's juices from her fingers. At a begging look from the other actress, Scarlett pressed her wet hand to Keira's mouth. Keira licked at it and gasped anew, thrashing wildly as Scarlett leaned into her and moved down. Their nipples flicked against each other, arousing them both further. Scarlett then started licking down Keira's belly, touching her tongue to the diamond stud there for a long moment before moving on and thrusting it straight into Keira's cum-soaked cunt. Her hands ran over Keira's face, down across her neck and through her hair, fondling her breasts and then her belly before moving on to her rear and pulling the other girl's groin tight against her face, jamming her tongue deep into Keira's core. "Please..." Keira moaned, gesticulating wildly and running her hands through Scarlett's hair and over her shoulders. "Please.... fuck... me... suck.... me...." Scarlett stopped licking for a moment and smiled heavenly up at her, loving the look of intense rapture and need in Keira's eyes. Keira continued the chorus of pleas, her hands moving down and running through Scarlett's hair. "Yes," Scarlett moaned. She then began licking in circles around Keira's cunt, lashing her clit with her tongue, hands fondling her back and her thighs. She gasped again as Keira's hands teased the middle of her back, hitting a deep erotic nerve and causing a long spasm of ecstasy. Scarlett felt her own wetness increasing and realized she had not yet come. She was so close, had been so close for so long, and now relief was near. Scarlett turned around and moved her groin across Keira's belly and tits, gasping as the other girl's nipples rubbed against her belly. Then they stung her thighs, teasing the edge of her snatch. "God," Scarlett rasped, wondering if Keira's nipples or her clit were harder. Not stopping to think, she moved her pussy farther up the other girl's body, aided by Keira's hands. Soon the lips of her cunt passed over Keira's chin, and the waifish beauty's tongue was darting into her core, hot breath steaming across her clitoris. Hot hands rubbing her back and breasts. Scarlett let a long sigh escape her lips, continuing to lick at and fondle Keira's ass and groin. She ran her hands up and down Keira's thighs, caressing the legs she had stared at so much in the studio. She could feel the hot hands joined to the same body as those legs caressing her back, her ass, her belly, and her thighs. So close, so close.... "So beautiful," Keira moaned into her cunt. "So gorgeous, luv. You're mine." Three of her fingers entered the other girl's cunt, rubbing along with Keira's tongue in a tempo that drove Scarlett insane. "Yes!" she raised her head and screamed out, then quickly bent down and resumed her licking of Keira's pussy. Spasms were raging through her, but Scarlett pushed them down even as they heightened, using all the tricks and techniques she knew to prolong the ecstasy. She kept her hands busy on her new lover's body, pausing only to gasp again and again as Keira's hands and tongue teased her pleasure centers. She was so hard and yet so soft, the sweat flowing profusely over their bodies heightening the pleasure they both felt. Scarlett gasped out a long series of moans. Her heart was beating so fast, already so aroused from all their foreplay. It was too much. She could take no more. And now.... and now... Scarlett threw her head back and wailed a long note as she came. Fresh juices cascading from her snatch, Keira came again at nearly the same instant. Both beauties thrashed and spasmed against each other, eagerly smearing each other's warm honey all over their hands and tongues. Scarlett felt herself spasming again as Keira stuck a finger into her ass, rubbing her buttocks and then pulling her groin down, licking across her cunt lips and then her crack. New waves of rapture rose inside her. She took a while to get going, but once she did, she could come again and again. And she had to- the need, once denied, was now overpowering. Keira could and needed to come again and again too, Scarlett realized, caressing the other girl's legs like a madwoman as she licked at her gushing cunt. Keira urged her on with moans and whispers of passion, licking up all the juices that flooded out of her. Scarlett returned the favor, keeping her hands busy on the other actress's body. Gosh, she must work out every freaking day, Scarlett thought as she felt the muscles beneath her fingers. Keira would need to, she realized, all the action movies she's in. She's done far more fight scenes than me, far more intense films than any script I've ever seen. And it shows in her body. In her hands too- they're so knowing against my skin. All the pain she's caused to pirates and barbarians, not to mention all the pleasure to her male costars. I can feel it all in her hands. Detailed files on human anatomy. Keira's mouth knew its business too, its teeth nipping at Scarlett's ass and pussy as its tongue lashed and licked at her sphincter, then her vulva, then her clit, then her inner thighs. And back again and again. Moans and whispered promises from Keira kept up Scarlett's passion, the hot breath behind them building new levels. "It's been too long!" Scarlett screamed as she felt herself shaking. "Too... God... Damn... Fucking... Long!!!!!" "Since what?" Keira paused and looked up at her. "Never mind!!" Scarlett shot back. "Just fuck me!!!!" Her hands moved back and forth over Keira's body, squeezing every line, every curve, every place she felt tension. Keira gasped, her body shaking with lust and need. Her hands quickly resumed their rubbing of Scarlett's back, then moved around to her belly and the undersides of her breasts, palms rubbing Scarlett's skin as thumbs pressed and flicked at her nipples. Scarlett pushed her lips back into Keira's snatch, seeking to devour every drop that was spasming out of the British beauty. Keira was shaking in time with her, their hips moving faster and faster as their hands flew over each other's skin. "Lick me!" Scarlett commanded, then screamed as she felt Keira's tongue immediately enter her again. "Yes!!!" she moaned, tonguing the other girl in time with Keira's frenzied licks. "Yes!" She felt them both shaking and gyrating all over. Another long gasping orgasm from each of them, and then the wave was gone, both of them too sensitive to continue. Scarlett turned around on top of Keira again, cuddling close to the other woman and nuzzling her neck. Keira merely gasped and smiled at her. "So good," she moaned. "Spastic tigress. So good. Unbelievable..." The rest was lost in another moan. Several long moments later she leaned down and kissed the other girl's forehead, chuckling her deep throaty laugh. Scarlett felt her insides shaking anew at the touch. Her arousal was back, her passion rising again. Her need was so much, and it had to be satisfied. Her fingers moved to Keira's breasts, rubbing and teasing the still hard nipples. She leaned down and sucked on one, then the other, enjoying the moans Keira let off at each taste. Keira moved her hands down Scarlett's body, one on her front and one on her backside, fingers teasing each sensitive point. "Yes," Scarlett breathed into her as their lips met, teeth and tongues nipping and clashing. She felt her heart hammering hard, and gasped anew as she heard another loud beat matching it. Keira's heart? No, it was... A louder knock on the door stopped their hands and shattered the moment. "Ms. Knightley?" a Bronx-accented female voice called. "Ms. Johansson? Mr. Ford wants to do some more photos. Are you in there?" Scarlett gaped at Keira, blushing furiously. Keira smiled back and kissed her. "It will be alright," she whispered. "We know each other intimately now." *** An hour or so later, Scarlett was finally dressed and on her way out of the studio. Tom and Annie had wanted to shoot them again and again in several additional positions, none with Tom alongside this time. Then Tom had wanted to record a 4 minute video of her and Keira talking to the staff, having their makeup touched up, hugging, and laughing about the photos as they reviewed them. Something exclusive for the magazine's website, he'd said. Whatever, Scarlett thought. It had been so tedious. At least it had gotten her mind off the original shoot and what she and Keira had done afterwards- something she had finally been able to push out of her mind now that the urges were sated. It seemed to have gotten Tom's mind off the original shoot too- he'd been smiling and laughing as much as she and Keira had. He'd even hugged them both at the end and kissed their cheeks, saying they were magnificent. We were, weren't we? Scarlett thought. Too bad Rachel had to miss out on the fun. She shook her head as she remembered how the shots had turned out. Tom had played with the pictures on Photoshop a little, eventually declaring that one of the two of them back to back facing opposite directions with their hands hiding their breasts was perfect. Then after Annie reminded him why a photo of just the two actresses wouldn't work he'd sighed and created a final photo that was very like the original, showing the best of all three of them. A strange sad look had been on his face as he sent it to his superiors and bid Keira and Scarlett goodbye. What is wrong with that man? Scarlett wondered. The feelings we all had during the shoot were perfectly natural. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing worth getting in a twist over. At least, she smiled to herself, Keira convinced me of that after the first shoot. Gosh, I was so nervous before it all happened, she thought to herself. So tense, so on edge. And then in the dressing room afterwards, so hot, so excited, so.... my, I felt so good. But now she was out. She was finished with the shoot, finally. She had her white T-shirt, black jeans, and black coat back on and she was heading back to her hotel room at the Plaza. There she had scripts to read, phone calls to make, things to do. Josh was out of town, but she could call him, tell him about the shoot. He'd loved the idea since she mentioned it to him. Surely he'd enjoy hearing about it, though maybe Scarlett wouldn't immediately mention the aftermath. She smiled and shook her head at the memory. "Geez!" a voice cut into her thoughts. "The pictures came out that good, huh?" Feeling her heart leap all of a sudden, Scarlett spun and glared at the speaker, a gangly brownhaired man in a white suit. "Fletcher Reid," he said nonchalantly, extending her a business card. "I heard what they were doing with you and Keira Knightley. I've worked for Tom a long time and this latest thing he's done... It's going to be great! Do you need a good lawyer?" Scarlett looked at the card, then at the pleading look in the man's eye. What the... Honestly! Pushing the anger rising inside her down, reminding herself altercations were never worth it, she turned on her heel and kept walking, ignoring the mournful call from behind. "Was it something I said?" Thoughts of the man raged through her as she got on the studio elevator and rode it down. Why? Scarlett wondered. Why did so many men want to know all about her and her love life? John Travolta, Tom Cruise, Woody Allen, so many jerks. Sometimes she thought Josh and Jared were the only decent men she'd ever met in Hollywood, the only ones who treated her unselfishly. She'd grown apart from one, and the other was apart from her so much. Every other man was a jerk of one kind or another. Why? she shook her head as she stepped through the opening elevator doors. Why do they all have to be like that? What is wrong with me? "Scarlett!" a British-accented voice called from behind her as she headed through the studio lobby, instantly blowing all her thoughts away. "Keira," she smiled, turning to face her new friend and lover, who was smiling at her from a corner neat the elevator. The British actress had tied her hair back and dressed in a black cashmere blouse and stonewashed jeans. Scarlett caught herself at the sight, remembering she had needed to use the restroom after the shoot was done and Keira had not been in the dressing room afterwards. Scarlett had missed her, but gotten dressed and headed out, deciding the moment was over and done with. But now Keira was here, and she looked to have been waiting for Scarlett a while. Scarlett felt emotions rising inside her and pushed them down. This was not the place for them. She returned Keira's smile and gasped out a word. "Hi." "Hi," Keira replied, chuckling throatily. Scarlett felt her insides shaking. "You weren't just going to run out without saying goodbye to me, were you? After all we went through?" "Well," Scarlett shrugged, remembering Keira hadn't approached her much during the photos after the events in their dressing room. "You were talking to Tom." "Yes, Tom," Keira rolled her eyes. "That impossible pitiful excuse for a man. He was trying to act like him biting my ear during the shoot never happened. I told him to get over himself, that he did a fine job." "What did he say?" Scarlett asked. "He said the job was all us," Keira chuckled. "It was, wasn't it?" The expression in her eyes bored deep into Scarlett's mind. "Yeah, it was great," Scarlett said, closing her eyes and looking down for a moment. "Maybe we'll do it again sometime." "Indeed," Keira smiled, starting to walk out of the studio. Scarlett followed- she was going the same way. Such a lovely back to follow too, she thought as she looked at Keira. So curvy and warm. So... stop, she ordered her inner voice. It's over. Then Keira surprised her once again. "So," Keira stopped and turned back to her as they entered the parking lot, "what are your plans for the rest of the day?" "Well," Scarlett replied with a grin, caught in the act of staring. Her hand touched her mouth for a moment, then she forced it down. "I was going to go back to my hotel and call Josh, look over a few scripts, nothing too impor..." She stopped, suddenly noticing something over Keira's shoulder. "Is that Rachel?" Keira turned and looked. It was indeed Rachel McAdams, still in the studio parking lot even though she'd left the shoot over two hours ago. There the tall Canadian girl was, dressed in the purple felt coat and long white dress she'd arrived in, standing in the middle of the parking lot waving her hands and talking rapidly at one of the guards- a young man Scarlett had seen wandering around among the cars when she walked in, who she'd thought was unremarkable. Rachel seemed very upset with him for some reason, rage Scarlett remembered last seeing in Mean Girls when Rachel discovered Lindsay Lohan's betrayal flashing in her eyes. "Do you think she's still upset about the shoot?" Scarlett asked Keira. For a moment surprise mirroring Scarlett's own flashed across the British actress's features. Then that indechipherable expression she'd worn upon viewing Scarlett's naked body was on her face again. Smiling, Keira started walking towards their fellow actress. Scarlett followed, wondering what was going on. "Rachel!" Keira called out as they neared the Canadian. "Hello!" Rachel spun to face them, her anger instantly vanishing, replaced with surprise. Wow, she's so beautiful, Scarlett found herself thinking. Expressions as interchangeable as her hair colors, and every one of them so... so... "Are you alright?" she asked Rachel, again pushing such thoughts away. "Oh hi," Rachel said, choking back a nervous gasp. "It's nothing." She sighed heavily. "I just can't find my car." "Ma'am, I'm really sorry," said the young security guard, whose nametag read Blake. "I can't remember whose car belongs to whom, and well..." "Don't you have a driver?" Keira asked Rachel. "No," Rachel sighed. "I like driving myself. I always feel better when I'm in control of my Corvette." "A Corvette?" Blake asked her. "Not the purple one with the sky blue interior?" "Yes!" Rachel gasped in relief, turning back to him. "I've been looking for it for hours! You know where it is?" "Um..." Blake gulped, then turned away. "This big white guy in a dark leather jacket drove off in it about two and a half hours ago. I couldn't really describe him. I didn't see who got out of the car when it pulled in, so I, uh, kinda assumed it was his." "You what?" Rachel railed on him, clenching her fists. "You just let my car be stolen?!!" "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry," Blake stammered in reply. "If I had known it was your car..." "Get out of here, you little twerp," Keira snapped at him. "Before you lose your job." Blake nodded and ran off, not looking at them. Keira turned to Rachel. "I'm sorry." "No, it's fine," Rachel sighed. "I probably shouldn't be driving such a fancy car anyway. Not in a city like New York." "It is dangerous," Keira agreed. "Almost as bad as London." Rachel nodded. "Guess I better go call a taxi." "It's okay," Keira said. "You can ride with Scarlett and me." She looked at Scarlett and winked. Scarlett, who had remained speechless throughout most of the conversation, let her mouth fall open for an instant, then quickly smiled and nodded before Rachel could notice. What was on Keira's mind? Scarlett wondered. She can't be thinking... oh, yes she can. Scarlett once again pushed away a look of disbelief. "Scarlett," Keira caught her attention with a smile. "Were we going to take your car or mine?" "Um," Scarlett bit her lip, still shocked at Keira's sudden proposal. "Yours, I guess," she declared quickly, taking her cell phone out of its case at her belt and punching in a number. "Yours." Just go with the flow, Scarlett told herself as the phone rang. Keira's obviously got something up her sleeve. I'm so curious what it is. Can it be what I think? "Hello, Michael?" she said as her driver came on. "Yes, I'm finished, but I won't be needing the car anymore today. I was going to catch a ride back to the Plaza with Keira. You can go on. Take the rest of the day off. Thank you." "You guys don't mind dropping me at the Astoria?" Rachel asked as Scarlett hung up. "It's close to the Plaza. I can relax once I get there, I guess, call my manager and tell her I couldn't do the shoot." "I'm staying at the Astoria too," Keira smiled, looking at Scarlett and winking again. Scarlett could only stare back, knowing she and Keira were thinking the same thoughts. "One of the suites on the second-from-top floor. I didn't know you were in there." "I just got a normal room," Rachel grinned sheepishly. "Low profile, you know. Dodge the fans and all that." She looked at Scarlett. "Can I borrow your phone? Mine was in my car." "Of course," Scarlett replied, passing it over. She pulled Keira aside as Rachel dialed a number and turned away from them. "Keira," she whispered as Rachel started talking. "You can't possibly be considering..." "Why not?" Keira interrupted with a low chuckle. "You weren't the only one who turned me on during the shoot. And she had to leave and miss out on all the fun. That just won't do." She shook her head. "Relax, Scarlett, I have experience with this. It's going to be fine. Didn't you enjoy what we did earlier?" "I... I did," Scarlett grinned, remembering she had decided to go with the flow. Besides, if they could make things work out... her insides were brimming with excitement and curiousity. "Yes, ma'am," Rachel was saying into Scarlett's phone, "I am the same Rachel McAdams who was in The Hot Chick. Oh, you're not a ma'am? I'm sorry. Look, I have a problem. My car was just stolen from the parking lot of Vanity Fair Studios." She gave the address. "It's a purple 2003 Corvette, sky blue interior, Ontario tags. A witness told me he saw a big white guy in a dark leather jacket driving off in it. No, sir, I don't know the guy. The witness was a lot security guard, some kid named Blake. Yes, he just let my car leave. He didn't know it was mine. Look, I have OnStar GPS in there, and my phone's in the car- it has GPS too. Just get me my car back, okay?" She gave her license number and the number of her room at the Waldorf Astoria, then hung up. "Thank you," she told Scarlett, handing the phone back. "No problem," Scarlett took the phone and put it away with a smile. "Keira and I were going to go back to her room and look over a script," she told Rachel, hoping Keira would pick up on the improvisation. "She said she thought she knew a part I'd be great at." "Yes," Keira jumped in grinning. "It's a voice acting role in an animated movie called Dork Tower. I thought Scarlett would like it because she was in Spongebob. I think she'd be great as this prim young conservative named Kayleigh. I'm going to play an English girl named Fizz." "Dork Tower?!" Rachel exclaimed, a smile lighting her cherubic features. "I love that comic! I didn't know they were making a movie of it! Are they still in casting? You've got to let me look at that script. I could play Claire, or Bill's wife." "Or even Gilly!" Scarlett chimed in, remembering the comic and silently praising Keira for her quick thinking. Apparently they were both fans, and Rachel too. Were all beautiful women closet geeks? No, she told herself, that's impossible. It has to just be the three of us. She smiled at Rachel. "You'd make a great perky Goth!" "You think so?" Rachel asked, blushing. "Definitely," Keira replied, smiling back. "You have to look over the script with me. Gilly and I have several scenes together- we're supposed to be flatmates- and I haven't read with anyone for her part yet. John- that's John Kovalic, the strip's creator- hasn't really told me who he's been offering Gilly's part to. I know I'm going to need someone I have good chemistry with." "I, well..." Rachel stammered for a moment, then shrugged. "I guess I can try." "Great!" Keira grinned. "Let me call my driver." She took her cell phone out of her pocket, punched a couple buttons, and put it to her ear. "David? I'm in the middle of the parking lot with two friends. Can you come get us? Thank you." "Tell me more about the script," Rachel implored Scarlett, her eyes full of interest. "Who's going to play Carson?" "Um," Scarlett bit her lip, thinking for a moment. She had a few issues of Dork Tower at home- Rachel was right, it was very funny- but it had been a while since she'd read them. "I don't know. Keira did tell me Orlando Jones was going to play Ken the rules lawyer, Will Ferrell was going to be a troll, and that she thought John Kovalic was in talks with Owen Wilson about the role of Igor..." "Owen!" Rachel cut in, surprise and anger once more clouding her face. "I've worked with that guy! He didn't tell me anything about this. Oh, he is so going to get it!" "Well, the script's still being discussed and edited," Scarlett speedily improvised. "Keira told me the producers want to see a lot of stars in there, and, well..." She shrugged. "How typical," Rachel fumed, rolling her wide blue eyes. "When will producers ever learn? So many good movie ideas they scrap because of star power!" "And yet would any of us be here without it?" Keira asked her with a laugh. "Here's David!" She raised her arm and flagged an approaching vehicle down. Scarlett and Rachel both turned to look as a black 2006 Toyota Rav4 pulled up beside the three of them. A short dapper Asian man in a black suit got out of the driver's seat and bowed to them deeply, opening the back door. "Ms. Knightley," he said. "And Ms... Excuse me, are you that girl from Lost in Translation?" "Yes," Scarlett smiled at him, extending her hand. The driver beamed at her and shook it. "I loved you in that film," David said. "It will be an honor to drive you. And you, Ms..." He turned to Rachel, raising an eyebrow. "Rachel McAdams," Rachel said, extending her own hand to the Asian. "You may remember me from such films as..." "Mean Girls!" David completed, his expression saying he should have recognized her. "And The Notebook. You've changed your hair again. My wife and daughter are big fans of yours. It's good to meet you in person." "Thank you," Rachel said, nodding and shaking his hand. "Come on," Keira tapped her on the shoulder, winking at Scarlett. "Let's get to the hotel." She slid into the backseat, Rachel following. Scarlett nodded at David, then got in beside them. The driver bowed again, shut the door, then got back behind the wheel. "This is a comfortable car," Rachel told Keira, leaning back on the seat as she fastened her seat belt. Scarlett was about to put on her own when a gesture from Keira stopped her. "David's a very safe driver," the British actress told her companions. "You won't need seat belts." "I'll wear it anyway," Rachel declared, holding up a hand. "It's safe." She looked back and forth at the beautiful woman on either side of her, features slightly flushed. Keira smiled at Scarlett and inched closer to Rachel as David started heading out of the parking lot. Scarlett got the idea and moved closer to Rachel herself. "This script," Rachel said, raising one hand to the back of her neck and rubbing it as she spoke. "Is it long?" "Not that long," Keira replied. "Do you like the car? It's new. They've barely started selling this model. I got one of the first through some connections my agent has with the company, and I think it's great." "It's nice," Rachel nodded, looking down at her lap as David exited the studio grounds. "Not as nice as my Corvette, but nice." "I've even got the music they use in their commercials," Keira said with a laugh. "You'd like it. David, put it on." The driver nodded and flipped a switch on the car's radio. A throbbing beat immediately started humming through the car, drums beating heavily in time with the tires on the ground. Good music, Scarlett thought. I would love to dance to this. Rachel seems to like it too. She's smiling, even through the blushing and looking away. Scarlett grinned, once again realizing something she had thought about during the shoot but was unable to believe. Rachel is turned on by Keira and me, she realized. Just as I was turned on by her and Keira, and Keira by her and me. We all denied it, yet it was there. Here it is again. Does she know it? Is she trying to push it away, as I was? What if she knew there was no need? "Good music," she told Keira, and Rachel nodded. Keira smiled at them and leaned closer. Rachel, still looking uncomfortable, turned away. She was surprised to find Scarlett smiling on her other side, also leaning close. "Uh," Rachel gasped, looking back and forth at them. "Is there something... wait." She pointed past Scarlett out the car's left window. "Do you know those guys?" Scarlett turned and gasped, quickly pulling away from Keira and Rachel as a camera flash went off in her eyes. The light was blinding, even though the photographer couldn't be getting much of a good picture through the car's tinted windows. Scarlett blinked and shook her head, staring at the photographer- a man sitting tandem behind the pilot of a white Kawasaki motorcycle. She didn't recognize either of them, but she knew what they were. "There's another!" Keira yelled, also pulling back from Rachel, who gasped, and pointed out the left window at another Kawsaki bike, this one blue, with another man on the back aiming a camera. "David, how many of them are there?" Keira asked. "Just those four, Ms. Knightley," the driver replied, grimacing as he pulled forward out of the photographer's viewfinder. "Wait, there's a green Chevrolet Cobalt just behind us. I think they were following us to the studio earlier." "And that taxi too!" Rachel turned around, pointing at a yellow Ford Crown Victoria pulling in close to them from the left. "Trust me," she told the other girls. "The passenger in the back seat followed me here today. The paparazzi here have nothing on those in Canada. I've had to study hard to learn all their tricks." "David," Keira ordered her driver, pulling back to the far right of the car and buckling her seat belt, "lose them." "Yes," Scarlett agreed, grimacing as memories of her Disneyland paparazzi accident a few years ago flashed through her brain. If these guys got the wrong shot of her, Keira, and Rachel... No, best not think about that. Do not think about it! She moved to the far left side of the car and strapped on her own belt. "Yes, ma'am," David replied, speeding up suddenly and changing lanes. The music on the radio's beat deepened as he did so. Scarlett looked at her companions. Keira looked pensive, yet trusting. Rachel's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Scarlett wondered if she'd had bad experiences with paparazzi photographers too. She turned and looked out the back window, seeing the two Kawasakis pulling up close to each other and moving to follow. The taxi Rachel had noted was just behind them, and the Cobalt was to its left. David increased his speed and changed lanes again, the paparazzi drivers all matching him. I wonder if he's any good at evasion, thought Scarlett. Michael, her own driver, was ex-Special Forces and had driven through the war-torn cities of Iraq and Afghanistan before she hired him. He knew all about dodging tail cars and evading land mines and craters from roadside bombs. David didn't look like a former commando, but Scarlett knew some parts of Asia were known for their dangerous streets. Could he get them away? Scarlett wondered. Would they end up in another accident, maybe one like Diana's? No, she couldn't think about that. It could not happen. Not after a day that had been so good. "We have another!" David called, looking back over his shoulder at them. "That red Nissan Maxima two cars behind the cab. He's tricky. Took me a moment to spot him." "You can beat him, David," Keira said with a calm smile. "I don't care how long it takes. Lose them all." "Yes ma'am," David nodded, bending forward over the wheel. "Can he really shake them?" Rachel asked with a titter. "I hate these people- in Toronto they're always after me! LA too. What is with them? Don't they have lives? Don't they have jobs?" "Tailing people like us is their job, Rachel," Scarlett sighed. "That's the problem." The music thrummed heavily again as David pulled into a hard right turn, a move the paparazzi had to scramble to follow. Scarlett gasped as she saw the taxi nearly collide with the Cobalt, both drivers pulling away at the last instant. "Hang on!" David yelled, turning hard to the left and whipping around a number of angrily honking cars. Again the paparazzi scrambled to chase after him, several of them briefly cut off and dodging other possible collisions. Scarlett looked back towards the Nissan and saw it pulling over to the side of the road. Good, she thought. Maybe one of these people at least has the sense to give up. The others weren't so smart, all staying on David's tail by some miracle as he turned another corner and zipped through a yellow light. Cymbals clashed on the radio as the paparazzi followed, the motorcycles weaving in and out of the cross traffic and the Cobalt driver flooring it and then slamming on his brakes with a screech as he narrowly avoided hitting another vehicle. A loud crunch from behind sickened Scarlett and she looked back to see that the cab had smashed into two other taxis that had been moving with the green light. The drivers were all hopping out to yell at each other, and the paparazzi passenger was getting out too, screaming angrily and slamming his fist into the side of his taxi. "One down!" Keira whooped with joy. "They're still coming," Rachel gasped, looking back over her shoulder as one of the motorcycles pulled closer. The man on the back leaned forward over the pilot, adjusting his lens and clicking several shots. "They're not wearing helmets. Be careful!" "You heard her, David," Keira laughed. "Try not to kill them." David nodded and increased his speed again, making a left turn and then turning left again. The Cobalt and the motorbikes followed, the passengers on the latter two vehicles hanging on for dear life as the music on the radio thrummed its beat. Scarlett looked back, gasping and laughing as she noticed that the passenger on the white motorcycle had dropped his camera and was bemoaning the fact rather loudly. Then she grimaced as he pulled another one out of the bike's saddlebag. "Hold on!" David called out again, jumping a curb and turning right into an alley as the music built to a crescendo. Rachel gasped and Scarlett looked down at her hands. The knuckles were clenched and white, the Canadian actress's teeth chattering as David weaved around trash cans, dumpsters, a pair of startled shabby-looking pedestrians, and a garbage truck whose uniformed hopper jumped into a dumpster to get out of their way. The paparazzi dodged the same obstacles, again scrambling to follow. On impulse, Scarlett reached out and took one of Rachel's hands in hers. The other girl looked back at her and seemed to calm noticeably, her beautiful smile Scarlett's thanks. "They're remarkably tenacious," Keira commented, then whooped as the blue motorcycle overcorrected trying to follow David as he turned into another alley and tipped over, both its riders flying off and hitting the ground. "I hope they're insured!" "They had better be!" Scarlett agreed with a chuckle. Behind them the Cobalt nearly clipped the other motorcycle in the rear. The bike's passenger turned and shook his fist at the driver of the Cobalt. The pilot was leaning over the handlebars as he zipped forward, carefully staying on David's tail. David honked his horn loudly, the music on the radio again hitting a crescendo as he pulled out of the alley and back onto the streets of Manhattan. Two cars honked loudly as David swerved around them both, several people jumping aside as he briefly strayed close to the sidewalk. "Look out!" Scarlett shouted as David veered towards a bus. Rachel gasped and choked back a scream. "Don't worry," Keira told them. "My driver knows what he's doing." Does he? Scarlett wondered as the Cobalt and the bike followed them, the latter nearly tipping over as its pilot struggled to stay behind their car. David pulled in front of the bus, then up alongside a delivery truck, effectively cutting off both paparazzi vehicles' approach vectors. Keira grinned and rolled down her window, then stuck out her upraised middle finger. "Picture this!" she shouted at the paparazzi, laughing at Scarlett and Rachel's shocked expressions. "What? In England this is how we deal with such fools!" "Um, Keira..." Scarlett stammered, pointing out the left window towards the sidewalk. Both her companions turned to look. The white motorcycle had pulled onto the sidewalk and its passenger was snapping another photo as he rode alongside them. The pilot was meanwhile weaving back and forth around benches, trees, and angry pedestrians, seemingly uncaring of all obstacles in his way. "Damn them," Keira cursed, rolling up the window and looking back over her shoulder. The bus blocked their rear, the delivery truck their right side. The driver of the Cobalt was flashing her an odd gesture with both middle and pinkie fingers extended as he turned a corner and headed away from them. "Oh, Chinese and American rude fingers," Keira smirked as the motorcycle passenger flashed his camera at them once again. "How original. David, execute maneuver KCK-26." "Yes, Ms. Knightley," David replied, slowing down suddenly. The bus driver behind them honked, but David ignored him and kept on the brakes. The motorcycle's pilot, unprepared for the sudden change in speed of his quarry, flew right by them and across a one way to the left intersection. David smiled and turned left into the intersection, heading down the new street and resuming his earlier velocity as the grateful bus driver sped on. "Nice work," Keira told him. "I'll have to up your benefits." David flashed her a smile of thanks. "Hang on," he then said once again. Scarlett felt Rachel's hand shaking as he executed another sudden blinding hard right. She was getting excited, Scarlett realized- they both were. The feeling was inescapable, as intense as the feelings she'd had in the dressing room earlier. She could only hope they were flowing through her hand into Rachel, that somehow the shared passion could calm inside them both. She felt her heart hammer as the car turned again, and then again. Rachel's fingers moved around hers, both their hands shaking. Finally David pulled over to the curb and stopped, the music ending as he let out a long breath. Scarlett looked back and smiled as she saw no one following them. She then felt a clench on her fingers and turned to Rachel, who was squeezing her hand tightly. "Are they gone?" the Canadian beauty asked Scarlett, her face flushed with excitement and sweat. "I think so, Ms. McAdams," replied David. "I don't see any more of them. Let's hope they don't come back." "You're an excellent driver, David," Scarlett praised him, letting out several breaths as she felt her own heart quiet. She had some experience with car chases- she'd filmed a pretty intense one in The Island- but the real thing was definitely not like the movies. "Where did Keira find you?" "David used to drive for Italian diplomats in Taipei, Taiwan," Keira answered, grinning. Of all of them, she seemed the only one who was still calm, who had remained calm throughout the whole escapade. "A good friend of my father's, Frank Martin, recommended him. Apparently the traffic over there makes London and LA look like Austin, Texas." "You ought to be in NASCAR," Rachel said to David, smiling and squeezing Scarlett's hand. "Oh, I would never let them steal him," Keira chuckled. "David's the best driver I've ever met. If you couldn't tell, this isn't the first time he's helped me get away from paparazzi. He's also a trained bodyguard, and an excellent sparring partner. The greatest thing about him, though- I can do anything I want to in my car when he's with me, and he'll never take his eyes off the road." She unfastened her seat belt, then reached over and took Rachel's other hand. "Umm..." Rachel gasped out, looking down at the other two actresses' hands on hers. She turned her eyes to David, but the driver was looking away, adjusting the radio and putting on some new song by the pop band Weezer. "What's the deal with my brain? Why am I so obviously insane?" Humming along with the music, David increased the volume and then pulled back into traffic, slowly heading down the street. Scarlett looked at Rachel as the song continued its lament of lost love, wondering at the Canadian beauty's expression. Rachel was still excited, but coming down from her high. Should we raise it again? Scarlett wondered. Can we? Of course we can, she chuckled to herself, looking into the eyes of the other actress sitting with them. Keira has a plan. "You missed out on a lot of fun, by the way," Keira told Rachel as the singer on the radio gasped out one long note over and over. Rachel remained silent, not removing her hands from Keira and Scarlett's. I wonder what she's thinking, mused Scarlett. Rachel still looked flushed and excited, breathing deeply and then letting it out. What could be going through her head? "She means the shoot," Scarlett said, trying to break down the Canadian actress's ice. "Oh, right," Rachel grinned, pulling her hands back and laughing. "I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry about just now, too. You've both been in a lot more intense things than I have. I haven't seen that much action since Shotgun Love Dolls!" "It's definitely more exciting than almost anything in Pirates or King Arthur," agreed Keira. "Or your films, right, Scarlett?" "Yeah," Scarlett laughed along. "No stuntmen in real life." "Except for the driver," Rachel squeezed their hands and chuckled. "That was... it was intense." "You drove one of these in Red Eye, right?" Scarlett asked her. "It was a Jeep Grand Cherokee," Rachel said. "I think this car might have been a better choice though." She grinned and bit back a laugh. "So," she then said, looking back and forth at them, "did the picture come out alright? I'm so sorry I backed out of it." "It was great," Keira answered, sighing. "Tom Ford had to take your place, though, and I don't think he's going to look too good on the cover next to Scarlett and me." "What?" Rachel raised her eyebrows. "That man actually got in the picture? I thought directors couldn't do that." "That's what he said," Scarlett replied. "Annie convinced him we needed a third. Personally, I would have rather it just been me and Keira. That look Tom wore in the picture is going to haunt my dreams." "I'm so sorry," Rachel sighed, looking down at her hands and then back and forth at each of them. "I just couldn't do it. I was so eager at first, and then I found out what was going on and I was so upset. Then I calmed down and thought, okay, fine, go ahead, what the heck. You've posed nude before. But then I got so nervous..." "We were nervous too," Keira cut in, laughing. "Weren't we, Scarlett?" "Yeah," Scarlett grinned, catching on to the game. She smiled as the radio singer went into a solo. "I've been nervous every time I've done one of these things, and there've been several." "How do you deal with it?" Rachel asked her, looking back and forth at Keira. "I've never been naked on camera. I mean, sure, I've done love scenes, but..." "It's easy, Rachel," said Keira. "You just have to concentrate, put yourself in another place. You shouldn't be afraid, you've dealt with sex in a few of your movies." "Yeah, I guess," Rachel shrugged. "But this was just different for some reason. I don't know why." "Was it us?" Scarlett asked her with a smile. "We have never worked together before." "No," Rachel shook her head. "You two have been great, especially with this car situation I'm in and everything. Thank you. It wasn't you, it was more that jerk Tom Ford and my ex-publicist, and..." "Well, you've been around naked women before, right?" Keira asked her. "You used to be a skater." "That was just as a kid," Rachel replied. "I stopped doing that when I was 13." "Well, what about your movies, then?" asked Keira. "You've acted with so many other stars." "I've always changed behind screens in the dressing rooms," Rachel answered, again looking back and forth at them. "I don't even look at my fellow stars much off camera. Besides, I'm in a serious relationship right now, with Ryan Gosling. I have no reason to look at anybody else." Keira looked at Scarlett and smiled. Both had caught the blush on Rachel's face as she'd said this. She hadn't made any claims of not being attracted to women either, Scarlett noted. Things were nicely shaping up. "Ryan Gosling," Keira nodded. "He's English, like me. I've seen a few of his films." "We were born at the same hospital in Toronto," Rachel smiled. "His family moved over there though. Then we met and made Notebook, and well, it was just an instant click. Something like you have with Josh Hartnett, right?" she asked Scarlett. "Maybe," Scarlett answered, once again improvising. "Josh is apart from me a lot though, and sometimes I find myself thinking about seeing other people." "Not me," Rachel laughed. "Ryan's just too wonderful. Even if I do have to get him drunk just to open up to me a lot of the time." "Oh, too many Englishmen are like that," sighed Keira. "So fearful of intimacy, insulting a girl and pushing her away rather than getting next to her. Scots are so much better at flirting, just like you Americans." "I'm Canadian," Rachel corrected her. "Sorry," Keira apologized. "Anyway, I can see you like this man. He's seemed alright when I've seen him on screen. I'm sure you two are great together." "We are," Rachel agreed with a pleased look. "He's over there in England now, working on some Shakespeare thing. I was going to go with him, but this shoot tied me up. I miss him terribly." "As I miss Josh," agreed Scarlett. "He's off in Mexico, working on another film with Robert Rodriguez. I call him every night, but it's just not the same." "I know," Rachel concurred. "Ryan and I have talked on the phone a lot, and on Instant Messenger and webcams, but seeing him is just better." She looked at Keira. "Do you have someone?" "Not at the moment," Keira grinned. "On all the sets I've been on, no one has ever made a pass at me. And it's so hard to meet a guy over here and not be treated like some kind of otherworldly presence. Some of the guys back home are better about that. The girls over here, though- they know how to treat you right." "Girls?" Rachel asked, her mouth falling open. She grimaced and closed it. "You've been with other girls?" "Of course!" Keira laughed. "Don't tell me you've never tried it! It's wonderful. Men are great, there is no substitute, but there are just some days when you want someone soft and wet as you, and well..." She shrugged and grinned. "That's, um, interesting," Rachel replied, her eyes showing Scarlett she didn't know what to think. "Anyone I would know?" "Well, it started when I filmed Bend It Like Beckham," Keira smiled, eyes flashing in remembrance. "I don't know if you've seen it." "Yeah," Rachel nodded, smiling. Scarlett smiled too. She had loved the film. "You were a soccer player." "Football," Keira corrected her. "Where I'm from we call it football. Anyway, we didn't have much of a budget for the film. No stuntpeople, all us girls in one dressing room, then training together nine hours a day and shooting scenes together. It was a very bonding experience. I had been around naked girls before, but never really been close to them. Then there was this part in the script where Mindi- my costar Parminder Nagra- my mother thought her character and mine were lesbians. I had never done any part where I was going to be perceived in the script like that before, and I wasn't sure how to go through with it. But Mindi helped me." "You and her..." Rachel raised her hands, then put them down and grimaced. "Wow." Keira smiled. "That was pretty much my reaction. Mindi had been with a few girls before during her theater career- she's not lesbian, but the fact that she enjoys loving with both sexes is one of the reasons she resisted arranged marriage. It was so exciting at the time it happened, so different. I loved it, I have ever since." "Do you still see her?" Rachel asked. Scarlett smiled at her evident interest. "Sometimes," Keira replied, laughing. "Mindi's very busy with her show ER now, we can't get together much. Although I have heard rumors about her and some of the other girls on that show. I applaud her, whatever she's doing." She smiled. "There have been other Hollywood girls for me too- Lucy Liu in Domino, Rosamund Pike in Pride & Prejudice- but I'm not seeing anyone right now." What about what we did just over an hour ago? Scarlett almost asked her, then closed her mouth. Maybe Keira was waiting to bring that up. Should she even be thinking about it? Yes, she answered the inner voice. It was great, it was wonderful. Josh or no Josh, I'd gladly do it again. "What about you, Scarlett?" Rachel cut into her thoughts. "Have you ever..." She hesitated, then smiled. "Been with a woman?" The last question was asked very fast. "I had a fear of spiders," Scarlett smiled, hoping Rachel would make her own confessions next. "Kari Wuhrer helped me with it." "Eight-Legged Freaks, right?" Rachel asked, and Scarlett nodded. "I saw that on HBO once. You were great in there. There were so many big monsters- I can see why you were scared." "I hate spiders," said Scarlett. "Always have. Always will, probably. Acting alongside so many of them was just so..." She chuckled. "Disgusting. And then Kari offered to help me with it. I thought what she wanted to do was disgusting too at first, but then..." She smiled at the memory. "I haven't seen her since that movie though. I was so young, it was so long ago. I had a brief fling with Erika Christensen during The Perfect Score, but after one time that was over." "Sounds like some boyfriends I've had," Rachel grinned. Scarlett and Keira both shared her laugh. "It's mainly been men for me," Scarlett continued. "Josh is very good to me, and Jared was before him. Keira's right- women are nice but there's no substitute for a good man." "Amen," agreed Rachel. "Weren't you also with Tom Cruise once?" "Do not remind me," Scarlett grimaced. "He turned out to be such a loser." "Sorry," said Rachel. "I just really liked him in Top Gun and Rain Man when I was a kid, and then he was so powerful in Jerry Maguire and Collateral." "Yes," Scarlett nodded. "A great actor, especially at covering up the fact that he's not much of a great human being. Katie Holmes is welcome to him, I'll just be happy if I never see that man again." She grimaced. "I never slept with him, you know. He was just too old and weird for me. Kari's the only person that old I've ever been with." "And you said it was good," Rachel replied, closing her eyes for a moment and then opening them. She looked back at Keira and Scarlett once again. "I'm sorry," she told them, laughing. "I know we shouldn't be talking about this, I'm just getting to know you two. I have a natural curiousity about things, I guess I'm indulging it." "It's okay, really," smiled Keira. "We've bared our bodies to one another, we might as well bare our souls!" "I wasn't, I didn't..." Rachel stammered for a moment, then laughed and blushed. "You know, I've been curious many times, but I've never actually been around another naked woman. Even back during my skating days I would find empty locker room aisles to change in, try to avoid the other girls. So many of them were so mean to me on the ice. I didn't want to be around them. I guess I was... scared." "Scared?" Scarlett chuckled at her, an idea springing into her mind about how to get Rachel to open up to them. "Oh come on. Don't tell me you haven't been tempted by some of the girls you've worked with. If I had the chance to act alongside Lindsay Lohan, or Claire Danes..." "Oh, I never even had the opportunity to become friends with Claire," Rachel laughed, her blush deepening noticeably. "She and I were at odds so much in our movie it carried over to offscreen too. We could hardly stand to be in the same room sometimes. And anyway, the script in that film had so much discussion of sex I got sick of it. It took some serious chatting with Ryan to get me out of that mindset after the film was done." She looked out the window and grimaced at the heavy traffic around them. Scarlett looked at it too, her mouth almost falling open as she noticed an old lady with a walker moving faster than they were. Scarlett turned and raised an eyebrow at Keira. The British actress nodded and smiled indecipherably, eyes flicking towards David. Scarlett glanced at the driver, but he did not look back, eyes intent on the road. Is he complicit in this? Scarlett wondered. I guess so, she answered herself. Either that or he doesn't care- he's just doing his job and ignoring us. "I was a little closer to Lindsay," Rachel went on, smiling again at Scarlett and Keira. "I gave her a little coaching during Mean Girls. She coached me too- I needed it, playing a girl who was still in high school. I've read a few stories on the Web about our characters getting together, but I really never considered it. I don't think I would be with someone like her anyway. She's so much younger than me, in body and mind. I can act the part of a Plastic, but to turn into one for real, like Lindsay has..." She shook her head. "It's just unbelievable to me." "What about that girl who played your sister in Wedding Crashers?" Keira asked her. "I know she's been with other women. A while back I was swapping stories with Kylie Minogue and Melissa George in a VIP room in Soho, and they both mentioned her name." "Isla?" Rachel's mouth fell open. She grinned and chuckled. "No way, that's impossible. She was acting in the movie, totally acting. She's nothing like the character she played. She never talked to me about her sex life at all." "Did you talk to her much?" Scarlett asked Rachel. "Not really," the Canadian actress confessed, shaking her head and blushing. "Just enough for us to get into our roles as sisters. I mainly talked to Owen and Vince while filming Wedding Crashers, and Christopher of course." "He is a great actor," Keira agreed. She leaned closer to Rachel as a new song came on the radio, the band Loverboy calling some girl notorious. Keira maybe? Scarlett wondered as David adjusted the volume. "So you've never even been close to another woman?" "I've known some as good friends," Rachel replied, moving back a little. Scarlett leaned in close to her as she did. Rachel noticed this and moved back towards Keira, looking a bit nervous. "Lindsay was alright until she dyed her hair and went crazy, and Lacey Chabert and Amanda Seyfried were both nice to me when we were filming Mean Girls. I've also gotten a lot of good acting tips from Tina Fey, Jane Seymour, and Gena Rowlands. They're all women I enjoy talking with. And then," she smiled and blushed heavily, "I guess there's you two now." "That's not what we meant," Scarlett laughed, moving up against the other actress. Rachel gasped, but she did not move away. Scarlett nearly gasped too, feeling the heat rising from the other girl's body. The radio music was rising in tempo, and Scarlett felt her own emotions rising along with it. She gazed intensely at Rachel and asked a question to which she already knew the answer. "Have you ever been turned on by a woman?" "I..." Rachel stammered, then gulped. Her eyes flashed back and forth for a moment, head turning from Scarlett to Keira and back again. Finally she paused and nodded, then began talking fast again. "I don't know. Maybe. There was this one scene I did in Red Eye, with Jayma Mays, where I had to hug her. For some reason we couldn't get it right. We had to retake it at least a dozen times. She kept putting her hands on me..." "Like this?" Keira asked, leaning over and rubbing Rachel's shoulders. Rachel let out a long gasp and Scarlett felt her insides catching flame. "Yes!" Rachel cried. "Just like that!" She looked from Keira to Scarlett, her mouth falling open as words spilled out speedily. "I kept pushing her away, it felt so weird. Wes had to keep telling us to put ourselves elsewhere. It took a while to sink in, and afterwards I didn't want to be around her. Jayma and I had talked a little before the scene, but she'd never given me any hint she was going to touch me like that. Touch me like..." She stared down at Keira and Scarlett's hands, which were on her knees. Both girls were smiling at her suggestively. "Touch me like you're touching me." "Do you want to be with us, Rachel?" Keira asked her, moving close and whispering against her ear. Rachel gasped anew at Keira's throaty voice and the feel of her hot body, a gasp Scarlett echoed as she suddenly realized she'd never been in a sexual act with more than one person before. This was going to be new for both her and Rachel, and it was going to be wonderful. They just had to convince Rachel of that. "I know we're arousing your curiousity," Keira spurred along the seduction. "We can show you what a woman's touch is like." "I..." Rachel gasped, looking back and forth at their smiles. A smile of her own lit her face for an instant, then vanished. "But... I love Ryan..." "He doesn't have to know," Keira chuckled. "Scarlett and I had some fun in our dressing room after the shoot was over. I don't think she's going to tell Josh about it. Are you, Scarlett?" "Oh, I probably will," Scarlett laughed as Rachel gasped again, not believing what she was hearing. "Josh knows about me and Kari and Erika. He doesn't have a problem with me being with women. It turns him on, in fact. It might turn your man on too." Throwing caution to the wind, she moved against Rachel and kissed her lips. Rachel's mouth stayed shut for a moment, then she gasped once more, her lips opening and her breath mingling with Scarlett's. Scarlett deepened the kiss and moved her hands to the other girl's shoulders, running her fingers through Rachel's curls. Scarlett smiled as the other girl's hands came up and grabbed her head, pulling it closer. Rachel passionately returned the kiss, breath quickening and bringing soft heat down through Scarlett's lips. So intense, Scarlett thought, so sharp. So... She let her breath out as Rachel moved back, gasped, and turned to Keira. Keira smiled, leaned close, and kissed Rachel deeply, their tongues dueling back and forth with each other. Scarlett smiled, her mind flashing back to the kisses she and Keira had earlier exchanged. The British beauty knew how to kiss a woman, not to mention touch one, and Rachel was feeling that now. 3 Doors Down was playing on the radio, Brad Arnold singing about how he'd lived a lot of places and loved the life he was living in. Right on, Scarlett thought, leaning close to Keira and Rachel and moving her lips against the unoccupied portions of theirs. Both women eagerly accepted and returned the three-way kiss. Scarlett heard the music increasing in volume along with their emotions. Is David trying to keep his mind off us? she wondered. Then the thought fell away as Keira and Rachel's lips pressed against hers. So good, she thought, so... Rachel broke away from them suddenly, her hands moving to push away each of the other actresses. "I..." she gasped, looking at them. "I can't..." Then she shook her head and grabbed the front of each of their shirts and pulled them closer. "I can," she declared breathlessly. "I just... I'm not sure I know what to do." "Don't worry, luv," Keira replied with another chuckle. "We'll show you. I've been with a lot of women, and Scarlett's had good teachers." Scarlett smiled and nodded as Rachel looked at her inquiringly. "Do you have anything else going on today?" Keira continued. "Can you come up with Scarlett and me to my hotel room?" "I..." Rachel breathed, looking down at their hands on her knees, then up at their smiling faces. "Sure!" she said happily. "Sure I can. I was going to call Ryan and look over the script for the new Bond film, but I can do that later. I'll be with you two now. I... I..." She grimaced and then laughed. "I want you both so bad." "Likewise," Scarlett said, moving her hands across Rachel's face and then down over her body, smiling as Rachel gasped and moaned. Her hands moved to Scarlett's neck and Keira's, rubbing the tops of both their spines as they leaned in to her and shared another three-way kiss. Their tongues all came out for this one, meeting and lashing against each other. Scarlett and Keira each threw one arm around Rachel and deepened the kiss, fingers of their other hands gliding up the Canadian beauty's thighs. Rachel gasped and pulled them closer to her, then pulled back and let out a strained cry. Keira and Scarlett rubbed her thighs and shoulders, increasing the tempo as Rachel continued to moan at them. Scarlett dared to reach forward, pressing against a growing dampness on Rachel's panties. Keira's hands meanwhile withdrew, moving up to and fondling Rachel's breasts. "God, yes..." Rachel moaned at their touches, fingers moving up and down on their spines, pushing into each nerve, tangling in their hair. "Oh yes! Oh Jesus..." Why do people always have to thank that man? Scarlett wondered, moving her fingers faster. I always hate it when people bring him up at awards shows. Why do they have to seek a higher being? What is their problem? Can't they find enough glory here on Earth? Can't they... She felt the train of thought derail as Keira's hand suddenly squeezed her thigh. Scarlett gasped, reaching across Rachel and pulling Keira closer. The move caused Rachel to move into her and brought off another chorus of moans and paens to Eros. They tumbled back against the seat, the safety belts coming undone. Scarlett realized Keira must have unfastened them. How? she wondered. When? Then her thoughts were lost in Rachel's screams, in the shaking of her body between Keira and Scarlett, in the gush of fluid against Scarlett's fingers. Scarlett couldn't stop herself from wondering where she had last seen such emotion as that on the other girl's face, felt such passion so close to her. She could not remember a time when she had. That she saw it now was a clear signal the other girl was embracing her new experience. "I'm so wet," Rachel breathed out, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she fell back against the seat. The other two actresses exchanged smiles and pulled away from her. "I... I must be soaking your car, Keira." "Don't worry about that, luv," Keira said, smiling and kissing her cheek, then her forehead. "David will clean it up. He'll be glad there's no blood this time. Virgin," she answered Scarlett's raised eyebrow. Both she and Rachel had their mouths open in surprise. "You'll make this really good, right?" Rachel asked, staring at Keira and Scarlett. "If you don't, I swear, I'll never again talk to either of you." "Ladies," David cut in before either Keira or Scarlett could answer. Scarlett felt herself start for an instant as she realized the car had stopped moving. "We've arrived at the Waldorf Hotel." *** A whirlwind of emotions blazed through Scarlett's head as they exited Keira's car and headed into the Waldorf Astoria. Looking at Rachel, she could see similar emotions playing out on her beautiful features, hopes colliding with fears as she anticipated what was ahead. Energy was still radiating off her, its aura shocking the air. Scarlett grimaced and ordered herself to look away from it. The feelings were contagious and now was not the time to feel them again. Once again Scarlett couldn't tell what was going on within Keira as the British actress moved efficiently around them. First she thanked David for the ride before dismissing him, pressing a roll of money into his hand and giving him a speech much like that Scarlett had given her own driver earlier. Then a nod to one of the hotel bellhops, requesting he have some wine sent upstairs to Keira's suite. Rachel and Scarlett moved beside her as they strolled through the hotel's main doors, past the front desk, and towards the elevators. The lobby was remarkably crowded for late afternoon, several guests waiting in both the check-in and check-out lines while others milled around talking in small groups. For a moment Scarlett worried someone in the crowd might recognize them, but no one seemed to. The only looks directed their way were those any trio of beautiful women got when they entered a room. Fear froze Scarlett for an instant as she thought she saw a tall darkhaired man in a black suit coming out of the hotel's restaurant staring intently at them. Then she realized that was impossible- the man was walking with a white cane, his arm in that of a young blonde man in a turtleneck walking alongside him. The blind man leaned close to his companion and said something, then they both turned and walked away. The feeling the man had been watching them quickly passed from Scarlett, though she noticed Rachel staring after him. Calm down, Scarlett ordered herself. The paparazzi are gone- David took care of them. Even if someone recognized us here, I doubt they'd approach us. And they couldn't possibly guess what we're here to do. Still, she thought, I'm glad we're doing this here and not at the Plaza. That place would be more packed with people who might recognize us. There was also the concierge there, she remembered- a sinister darkhaired man who had been giving her strange smiles whenever she walked by his desk. Scarlett didn't want to know what the man would make of her being with Keira and Rachel. That asshole from the studio either, she remembered. God, I hope I never see him again. I might tell Josh about this, but I won't tell anyone else. Definitely not any dirty old men, though they'd probably faint before I got halfway through the first part of the story. She touched Rachel's arm and Rachel turned and gave her a smile, eyes turning away from the blind man and his companion as they left through the hotel's front doors. A young brownhaired man in a dark suit approached them and caught Rachel's attention as they passed the hotel office. "Ms. McAdams, we have a message for you from a Captain Sipcowicz with the New York Police Department. He wanted us to tell you the police stopped your car in South Harlem. They've arrested the thief, and you can pick the car up from a Detective Morgan at the 23rd Precinct at your convienence." Rachel barely registered his words, her mind on the glorious new feelings raging through her mind. Scarlett tapped her on the shoulder. "They found your car!" "Oh," Rachel grinned sheepishly as Keira choked back a laugh. "Um, thank you, Mr..." "Douglas Ireland, ma'am," the man replied. "Manager of the hotel." He nodded at them and walked off. "That's great!" Keira exclaimed at Rachel. "You got your car back in record time!" Rachel nodded. "That's what you get when you drive something distinctive." Then she smiled bemusedly. "But you know what? I don't care! I just want to get back to what we were doing earlier." She leaned toward Keira and smiled wider. Scarlett quickly stepped between them. "Rachel, we're in a crowded hotel lobby. Bad idea." "Oh," Rachel gasped, quickly scanning the area around. A hand flew to cover her mouth's startled expression as she realized their surroundings. "Right." "We'll be upstairs soon," Keira assured her, flashing a dazzling smile at an elderly couple staring their way as they headed onto the elevator. She turned her smile on the young elevator operator. "Second from top floor, please." "Close your mouth, dear," Scarlett heard the elderly woman tell her husband as the elevator doors slid shut. "So, the Dork Tower script..." Rachel said to Keira, obviously trying to get her mind off their earlier kisses as the elevator started climbing. "Is Kovalic the only one writing it?" "I have a confession," Keira replied, leaning close to Rachel and whispering in her ear. Scarlett leaned in to listen. "There's no such thing." "What?!" Rachel gasped, looking into Keira's eyes as the other actress took her hand. "Then the two of you..." Rachel's face flashed with realization. Her mouth fell open, then closed quickly. Nervously she stared down at Keira's hand on hers, then looked back at the other actress's smiling face. "You..." Scarlett interrupted her with a loud cough, pointing at the elevator operator, a thin young man whose nametag read Dennis. "Oh, right," Rachel nodded with a sheepish grin. "Relax, Rachel," Scarlett said to her. "Keira and I didn't really plan this. It just happened through a series of fortunate events- don't you agree?" "I guess so," Rachel smiled, her tone carrying a hint of incredulity. "I didn't think I'd even see you and Keira again so soon after I left the shoot." "We're glad we saw you again so soon too," Keira told her. She turned to the elevator operator, who was eyeing them. "You don't know us," she told him in a tone she'd learned working on Star Wars. "We got off on different floors. We're no one important and you'll tell no one about our business." She pressed a hundred dollar bill into the pocket of his vest. "Yes, Ms. Knightley," the young man quickly nodded. "I mean, yes, ma'am. Thank you." The three girls shared a laugh as they stepped through the elevator doors, laughing again as Dennis quickly closed the doors behind them and headed back down. Keira waved them over to her suite, smiling as she saw an elderly bellhop exiting with a corkscrew in hand. "Your wine's inside, ma'am," the bellhop told Keira. "On the table, open. It will be on your bill." "Thank you, Milton," Keira, replied, handing him a hundred. "Please see that we're not bothered." The bellhop nodded and headed off towards the stairs. "Just relax, ladies," Keira smiled at her companions as they entered her suite, putting the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and bolting it shut behind them. "Everything will be fine." She took her cell phone out of her pocket and turned it off, putting it on one of the room's tables. Scarlett did the same with her phone, smiling at Rachel as they both admired the room's expensive furniture and the impressive view of New York outside its windows. Keira flashed a smile of her own at them before walking over and pulling the curtains shut. "You two set me up for this," Rachel stepped away from them, dropping her purse by the door as Keira took the hotel phone off the hook and muted its dial tone's volume. Her voice was full of disbelief. "Were you sure it was going to turn out this way?" "We didn't know if it was or not," said Scarlett. "I'm glad it did, though. Aren't you?" "Relax, Rachel," Keira said as she picked the open wine bottle up off the suite's central table and poured some of its nectar into each of the three glasses that had been set out by Milton. "This is going to be wonderful. And if you don't like it, just tell us and we'll stop. You can leave whenever you want to. We expect no committments, although if you ever want to do us again, all you have to do is ask. Right, Scarlett?" "Right," Scarlett nodded, musing that Keira was probably telling Rachel what she'd told some of her past reluctant lovers. She wondered if she should be taking notes. "You two are clean, right?" Rachel asked, taking the wine glass Keira offered her and quickly draining it. "No diseases, no drugs?" "I haven't been sick in years," Keira laughed, pouring more wine for her. "I honestly can't remember the last time I was sick. And I've never used drugs." "I haven't either," Scarlett said, taking the second wine glass and sipping it. "I just saw my doctor last week. I'm fine. Are you, Rachel?" The Canadian beauty sipped her glass and gave them another dazzling smile. Scarlett felt her breath catch in her throat at its energy. Keira was also looking excited, her chest heaving up and down. "I had a cold last month," Rachel told them, "but it's over now." Keira drained her own glass, then put it and the still mostly-full wine bottle down on the table. She moved close to Rachel and took the other girl's face in her hands, kissed her lips, then each of her cheeks. "Just relax, luv," she told her. "Come into the bedroom." Rachel nodded, a breathless expression on her face as she shrugged off her coat and tossed it onto an armchair. She smiled and followed Keira through a door at the rear of the suite, her eyes widening when she saw the queen-size bed awaiting them. Throwing her coat down beside Rachel's and gathering the wine bottle and glasses, Scarlett brought up the rear. "Just set those over here," Keira told Scarlett, indicating a long table beside the bed and pushing aside some cluttered papers. Continuing to flash smiles at her companions. Keira moved to the window and drew shut the curtains, then turned and unplugged the phone. The British beauty then walked past them with a strut in her step, her eyes on Rachel and Scarlett. Scarlett felt her emotions rising inside her and pushed them down, the anticipation building as Keira closed and locked the bedroom door. She slipped off her sneakers just before doing so and left them outside. Scarlett put the wine down, then sat on the bed and pulled her own shoes and socks off. Trepidation pounding through her, she turned and pulled back the bed's covers. Rachel remained standing in the middle of the room, her eyes showing she was still hesitant. Then she gave Keira and Scarlett each another smile, kicked her low heels off, and pushed them aside. Keira took the signal and moved in, sliding her arms around the Canadian girl's waist and kissing her. Scarlett got on her knees and moved up behind Rachel, running her fingers through the other girl's hair and across her body as Keira moved her back towards the bed. So soft, Scarlett marveled, and her body's so warm also. So eager for us now, so glorious. Her energy is radiating off her, spreading to both me and Keira. It's rising, rising like a fire from inside, and we're absorbing it like we're in a sauna. Stop thinking analogies, she tossed aside the musing. The now is exciting enough without them. Live in the now. "Take off your shirt," Rachel pulled her lips from Keira's, looking over her shoulder at Scarlett. "I want to see those breasts again." Scarlett laughed. "So does everyone," she said, and it was true. Every one of her lovers focused on her chest- and why shouldn't they? She pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, returning the smiles Keira and Rachel displayed at her lack of a bra. My girls are firm, Scarlett thought. I hardly need a bra. No implants either, not in a million years. She cupped her breasts and stroked her long nipples, extending them towards the other two women. Keira leaned down and sucked on the left one, and after a moment of hesitation, Rachel knelt down beside her and put her lips to the right. Scarlett flung her head back and stroked each of their heads, moaning in ecstasy as they tongued her. The contrast was amazing- Keira's mouth using all the tricks of her vast experience while Rachel nipped slightly and hesitantly, then with greater abandon as she got used to the deed. She moved her fingers through their hair, down across their cheeks and to their chins, moaning as their tongues came out of their lips and touched her fingertips. Scarlett gasped and fell back on the bed, pulling the other two girls with her. So intense, she gasped, shaking as they licked and rubbed at her. So wonderful. She pushed their heads into her breasts, the pleasure from their lips overwhelming. Then she moaned in loss as Rachel stood up and grabbed Keira, pulling the British beauty away from Scarlett as they both got back to their feet. "I have to see you!" Rachel gasped out. Scarlett watched, letting her passion subside as Rachel's arms moved around the back of Keira's head and pulled her close. Rachel pulled Keira's face in and kissed her lips, then moved back, hands grabbing at the other actress's shirttail. Keira smiled at her and raised her arms. Rachel pulled her blouse over her head and then gasped as she threw it aside, her features full of disbelief about what she was doing so easily. Keira wasn't wearing a bra either- her breasts were much too small and firm for one. She smiled at Rachel and Scarlett, then unbuttoned and pushed down her jeans. Scarlett ran her eyes over every curve of Keira once again, insides quaking. Looking at their companion, she knew she wasn't the only one. "You're so beautiful," Rachel looked Keira up and down, her voice breathless. She turned and looked back at Scarlett. "Both of you. I think I wanted to tell you back in the studio, but I was so afraid. I didn't know what I was thinking." "I felt the same way," Scarlett said, edging up behind Rachel and hugging her from behind. Her hands caressed the Canadian girl's breasts through her dress, her tongue licking at her neck and right earlobe. Rachel gasped as she felt Scarlett's hard nipples pressing against her backside. Scarlett gasped too, feeling the bleedover of the other girl's energy. She still couldn't believe the emotions raging through her, and knew Rachel couldn't either. It had been a long time for Scarlett, but Rachel had never given into such feelings before. Keira pushed down and stepped out of her panties, then moved in and reached her arms around behind Rachel. She rubbed her palms across Rachel's back and flicked Scarlett's nipples, both Scarlett and Rachel gasping at their touch. "We wanted you in the studio," Keira whispered into Rachel's ear, breath hot against her. "You ran away from us. Naughty girl. But we have you now." Her fingers squeezed Scarlett's breasts, then turned and found the zipper of Rachel's dress. "Yes," Rachel gasped at her, accepting the kiss Keira gave her and then turning her head to kiss Scarlett. "Yes! Take me..." Scarlett saw Keira pulling the dress's zipper down and she helped, pushing the sleeves over Rachel's shoulders and then moving to unfasten her bra clasp. Rachel sat up and gasped anew as both were pushed off her chest and the dress came down to her waist. Keira moved aside for a moment, grabbing Rachel's bra and pulling it off her. Scarlett felt herself quake as the Canadian girl's breasts were revealed, their pink tips hard and pointing at Keira. A flushed grin spread over Rachel's face as she looked back at the two pairs of eyes staring at her breasts. She shook in Scarlett's arms, her dress slipping down her legs and hitting the floor. Keira smiled, dangled the bra like a hypnotist's watch in front of her, then flicked it across her shoulder and tossed it away. "Such beautiful tits," Keira said, leaning in and fondling Rachel's nipples and cleavage. "I can't believe you only showed them to us for an instant this morning." Rachel moaned and fell back against Scarlett, who eagerly scooted back on the bed and gave her space to lie down. Her lips and hands moved down and across Rachel's face, stroking her hair and cheeks. Rachel's tongue came out of her lips and licked across Scarlett's fingers as they brushed her mouth, then accepted the upside down kiss Scarlett was giving her. They moaned into each other's mouths, tongues touching repeatedly as eroticism flashed through them. Scarlett's hands moved down and squeezed Rachel's neck and shoulders, rubbing and teasing. Rachel gasped, echoing the motions against Keira's shoulders as the other actress continued to rub, then began to lick, at her breasts. Scarlett rubbed her hands across Rachel's back, then moved them forward to compete with Keira's. For a long moment their fingertips clashed, and then Scarlett grabbed Keira's cheeks and pulled her up across Rachel, breaking her kiss with one girl to kiss the other. Their tongues twined as their lips met and fused, each's breath hot and heavy against the other girl's. Scarlett moaned as Keira pulled back and bit her lip, then moved away and smiled. She broke the kiss with Scarlett and then leaned down and kissed Rachel, who gasped and kissed her back, hands moving up and pulling the other girl's body over hers. Scarlett rolled aside and watched them, overcome with the energy they were giving off. Then, feeling neglected, she moved in and slipped her arms around Rachel, her hands moving over Rachel's breasts, legs, and belly as she pushed her hard breasts against the Canadian beauty's bare shoulders. Rachel screamed and moaned at the feeling, flinging her head back and rubbing her soft hair over Scarlett's face. Keira smiled at them and laid down in front of Rachel, lips moving busily on her breasts as one hand stroked her slim belly. The fingers of that hand met Scarlett's and they entwined for a moment, then broke aside and began working in tandem, each motion exciting all three of them to another height of ecstasy. Then Scarlett gasped as Keira's other hand moved to her knee and squeezed it. She felt her pussy erupting as Keira's fingers caressed upwards towards the button of her jeans. Her moans rising in tempo, Scarlett quickly grabbed Rachel's face in her hands and kissed her deeply, her tongue's gyrations echoing those of Keira's fingers. Rachel gasped at the kiss, turning around and presenting her backside to Keira, who leaned in against her and rubbed her hot wetness against Rachel's buttocks, her arms squeezing Rachel's backside as her fingers moved around her to rub Scarlett, seeking her zipper and the treasure beneath it. Rachel gasped at their nearness, her own hands caressing Scarlett's breasts and shoulders. The energy was building around them, and Rachel was the focus of it, her body shaking between Scarlett and Keira as they each moved their hands across and against her to caress the other. Their bodies shaking, their spasms increased. Scarlett felt Rachel breathing heavily into her mouth as Keira opened her fly and stroked at her snatch with her one hand, fingers squeezing and flicking the clitoris. They both moaned in unison as Keira's hands moved aside, pushing down the jeans and the throughly flooded white panties just beneath. "Yes," Rachel gasped back at Scarlett and Keira, tongue flicking in and out rapidly as she exchanged kisses with each of them. Her hands stroked across Keira's breasts and shoulders, then moved over and rubbed Scarlett's breasts, then her sides. Scarlett took her hands off Rachel's face and helped Keira push her jeans down fully, kicking them and her panties off her legs and onto the floor. She then fell back against the covers, moaning as Rachel turned to lean in and lick at her nipples, her rough tongue willing and eager to learn. You're doing great, Scarlett silently urged her, her eyes returning the sexy look on the other girl's face. "These have to go," Keira told Rachel, fingering the waistband of her black panties. Rachel looked down, then gasped and nodded before resuming her licking of Scarlett. She moved her hands through Keira's hair and down her back, fingers gesturing wildly as Keira rubbed at her cunt through her panties. "You're so tight," Keira laughed, moving closer and blowing hot breath against her thighs. "I've never done this," Rachel gasped, pulling back and looking at Scarlett and Keira as they caressed her body. "Never with more than one person, never with other girls." "I've never had group sex before either," Scarlett said, leaning down and kissing her. She then moved up on the bed, turned, and pressed her slit against Rachel's face. "Lick me." "I..." Rachel moaned, then sighed and reached out a hand to Scarlett's thigh. She stuck two of her fingers into Scarlett's pussy, gasping as Keira's fingers reached around her panties and moved into her cunt, showing her how to rub it. Rachel moved her own fingers back and forth in time with Keira's, her face showing awe, then wonder, then a knowing smile. Scarlett gasped as Rachel's fingers picked up quickly on Keira's lessons, hitting every sensitive spot inside her in time with Keira hitting Rachel's own. She rubbed her own breasts with her fingers, then let out a moan of ecstasy and moved her hands down to rub Rachel, her fingers clashing with Keira's as the other beauty moved her hands up. Keira licked down Rachel's stomach and flicked her tongue in her navel, then moved it in several long quick strokes against the front of Rachel's panties, savoring the moan that answered each. Then she pulled aside the sopping silk and buried her face against Rachel, lovingly sucking and licking at her thick auburn muff. "OH MY GOD!" Rachel screamed in orgasm, one of her hands gyrating rapidly in Scarlett's pussy as her other hand stroked Keira's hair. "OH MY GOD!!!! I'm cumming!!" Scarlett gasped at her gyrations, pulling Rachel tight against her. The feel of the other girl's body shaking against her, her fingers rapidly teasing inside her, the sounds of her moans on the air, was enough to make Scarlett ignore Rachel's words and let herself explode, fluids gushing out of her over Rachel's fingers. Rachel screamed and moaned again as she felt the juices, her face a mix of surprise and pleasure. She collapsed against Scarlett, who also fell back against the bed, both their bodies overcome with the feelings raging inside. Keira eagerly moved with them, her lips drinking down the secretions that flooded out of Rachel, her fingers ripping Rachel's panties as she pulled them off and threw them on the floor. Keira laughed, then moved up to Rachel's mouth and kissed her. Rachel gasped at the taste of her own sex on the other girl's lips. Keira broke the kiss with a smile, then reached down and pushed two fingers into her own cunt, weaving them around and soaking up as much juice as possible. She then moved the fingers up over Rachel's skin, elicting new gasps as they hit each nerve on their journey. Rachel moaned again for several seconds as Keira pressed her wet fingers against her lips, her eyes gazing down in a pleading look. A moment of hesitation, and then Rachel opened her mouth and sucked at the fingers eagerly, enjoying the juice on them. She licked over them for a long instant, savoring the difference between her own taste and Keira's. She gasped and then her arms moved to embrace Keira's body and pull it against her, three fingers on her left hand moving into the British girl's pussy. "Yes," Keira breathed as Rachel's newly talented fingers began stroking her. Scarlett smiled and moved her arms around Rachel again, grabbing Keira's shoulders and pulling them both against her. She was too sensitive to come again this soon, but she could feel the other girls, hot and heavy, energy cascading out of them and into her. She felt arousal flooding back into her, adrenalin rising anew as Keira gasped and moaned at the touch of her fingers and Rachel's. A few seconds of contact, and Keira shook maddeningly, rolling over and away, falling back against the bed and gyrating as she orgasmed. Rachel gasped again and moved up and away from Scarlett, leaning over Keira and pushing her fingers deep into her snatch. She pulled them out and raised them to her lips, sucking down the juices that stained her digits. Scarlett smiled and moved a hand across Rachel's back, energy and arousal flooding into her with every touch. "Taste Scarlett," Keira whispered and Rachel only hesitated for an instant before turning around, moving down, grabbing Scarlett's thighs, and jabbing her tongue straight into Scarlett's pussy. She immediately moaned in joy at the taste- her face showed the wonderful new knowledge that girl cum was even better when it came straight from the source. Her tongue lapped up much of it, her mouth applying wonderful sections as her fingers rubbed at Scarlett's thighs and labia. Scarlett moaned and moved her own hands down, kneading Rachel's shoulders and caressing her hair. Keira watched them for a moment, her deep breaths encouraging Rachel on. She then moved closer and started rubbing Scarlett's breasts and belly, her fingers hastening the feelings deep inside Scarlett. Each touch caused Scarlett to shake again, and a new wave of juices to flood out of her. Rachel lapped at each wave eagerly, her hands grabbing and fondling Scarlett's thighs, pulling her close. Just as Scarlett felt herself starting to shake again, Keira's hands moved away from her. They grabbed Rachel's cheeks and pulled the other girl's face out of her cunt. Scarlett felt her arousal cresting and erupting as Keira leaned down and captured Rachel's mouth in a deep cum-soaked kiss. "Yes!" she gasped at the sight, disbelieving that she was orgasming with nary a touch on her skin, the other girls so close and so sexy. Rachel echoed Scarlett's gasp with one of her own, turning and grabbing Scarlett again and holding her down through her orgasm, lips moving to kiss and lick up the juices that flowed out of Scarlett's pussy. "So beautiful," Keira whispered at them, pressing her front against Rachel's backside and rubbing at her pussy and breasts. Rachel moaned anew at the other girl's hands on her, shaking and gasping into Scarlett's pussy. Suddenly she pulled away, screaming incoherently and pushing Keira back as she orgasmed under the British girl's fingers. Scarlett smiled and moved with her, her hands coming up to meet Keira's as the other beauty moved around and over Rachel. Their hot clits met and rubbed against each other as Keira did so, and the Canadian actress groaned at the sensation. Keira turned and fell down beside her, raising and stretching out her arms. Scarlett rolled over Rachel and fell into the extended grasping limbs, feeling her insides spasm as soon as Keira's hard nipples touched hers. "Yes!" she shouted, thighs flooding with yet another wave of secretions. "Oh yes!" Scarlett felt Keira spasming too as she pulled the British girl against her, their lips pressing and tongues clashing back and forth. Their bodies moved against each other, breasts and pussies rubbing, clits and nipples clashing and piercing each other's skin. Scarlett moaned into Keira as the sensations built, their juices washing each other's thighs. Not to be ignored, Rachel leaned near and moved her hands in between their bodies, breathing heavily over them as she rubbed at Scarlett, then Keira, enjoying every feel and motion. One of Rachel's fingers entered each of the other two girls' cunts as they orgasmed and these were soon joined by others, Rachel eagerly rubbing at them as they shook and came. Scarlett let the sensations pass, then reached over and stuck her fingers into Rachel's pussy. It's tight, she thought- tight and bunched up, but looser now. I guess we did that. She and Keira smiled as Rachel moaned, withdrew her fingers from their cunts, and raised them to her lips, licking and sucking at each. "You taste like warm peaches," Rachel told Scarlett, smiling at her. "And you," she turned to Keira. "You're like a sweet lime." "And you taste like strawberries," Keira chuckled, crawling towards her. Scarlett smiled and moved aside, letting Keira take the lead and rub Rachel's breasts and thighs, lips moving in to kiss her mouth and throat. Rachel moaned and returned the kisses, her hands twining through Keira's hair and then down across her back. Aching to join them, Scarlett moved down and pushed their legs apart, rubbing each girl's legs with her hands and enjoying the noises they made. She then stuck her tongue out and licked Rachel's pussy, increasing her fervor at the moans the Canadian girl let out. Keira kissed Rachel at the climax of each moan, breathing heavily as Scarlett rubbed her thighs and pussy. She then suddenly pulled away, moving up on Rachel and rubbing her cunt over Rachel's belly and nipples. As she felt the new sensation, Rachel stammered a long series of cries. Smiling as she remembered something Kari had liked to do to her, Scarlett moved up and pressed her right breast into Rachel's cunt, finding the other girl's clit with her nipple and flicking one hot bud rapidly against the other. "Oh my!" Rachel gasped at the feeling, then grabbed Keira's thighs, pulling the other actress up on her. Keira breathed out a moan of acceptance as Rachel's tongue thrust into her pussy, licking it lovingly as her hands rubbed the British girl's legs and ass. Keira was soon once again moaning and thrashing in orgasm and Rachel joined her as Scarlett moved one of her nipples, then the other, then her chin and tongue, back and forth over Rachel's erect clit. Scarlett's hands were meanwhile busy, one on Rachel's ass and the other rubbing at her own pussy, as she wanted to quickly meet the other two girls in a shared orgasm. They both climaxed ahead of her, but only by seconds, hearts hammering as the bed creaked with their motions, loud screams and cries shaking the air. For a long moment the three girls pulled their bodies against one another, shaking and gushing, exchanging wet kisses with each wave. They then fell apart and laid across the bed, huddling close to each other and sharing the warmth of the afterglow. Keira and Scarlett laid down on either side of Rachel and hugged her and each other, their deep breaths chorusing as they came down from their highs. "Thank you," Rachel gasped finally, pulling their bodies hard and tight against her. "Thank you both so much." She kissed Keira, then Scarlett, then leaned back and smiled as together they touched her lips with theirs. "So, Rachel," Scarlett asked with a smile when they broke the three-way kiss, "are you going to be afraid of naked women anymore?" "No way," Rachel replied, her smile more beautiful than ever before. *** The End.