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!

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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.

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The End.