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        Hello, this is Dimitri, author of many stories (but not this one,
also I am most definately not the Dimitri character in this story).  I
am posting this story for an author who wishes to remain anonymous.
However I am happy to pass comments on to the author, just send them to
me at :  dimitri_resides@hotmail.com  - and I'll pass them on.
        Also, you can find Showtime chapters at :

        http://come.to/Dimitri (this is not my site! I don't have a site!
I'm just an author!)

Authors note: Before we pick up on the Part 9. I would like to thank all
those who wrote in and commented, and also to thank Dimitri for his
invaluable advice and assistance. Without which SHOWTIME would not have
been posted.

Part 10 will end the story. 

I will also write a F.A.Q. answering questions on why I choose the
actresses I did, and how the story developed, from a single short story to
a multi part saga.

BTW some of you may have DL Showtime Part 8 (3/3) it is missing the last
paragraph,I suggest you DL the Part 8 (Full version) The last line should
read (Violins playing in the background)

Enjoy Part 9 it's a long one, so get a new box of kleenex, you may need it
at the end. It's a tear jerker.


Standard Disclaimer
If you're under 18, get lost.  This is just and erotic story, with not
the slightest element of truth, or fact. Although it is based on some real
people, all actions and events are completely fictitious.  This is not
meant to slander any ones reputation. Pass the story on freely as you wish,
but without alterations.

"It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing." - Billy Joel 

SHOWTIME - Catch a falling Star

PART 9 3/5

        When she left Steve closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Visions
clashed in his mind, soviet submarines lurked beneath a surface of lust and
sexuality. Alyssa's face the moment he pierced her virginity, Bridget's
serenity as the drove to the party, Jennies sly smile as they fucked on
the balcony, the fear of Heather's face as he came down the path. Memories
of long ago and far away came back, haunting and teasing him. A voice was
calling him, his eye's opened. "Doc?"
        Dr. Kwan smiled brightly, "Good to see you Steve." Steve
nodded,"Good to see you too, how am I." Kwan laughed, "You be glad to see
anyone wight now, the talk is you gonna be fine." He felt relieved, coming
from Kwan that meant something. "The girls?"  Kwan chuckled, "Not to worry,
they are fine. I look out."
        He closed his eye's Dr. Kwan put on his hat and left.
        Heather was stunned when Nancy approached her about Steve's secret
identity. At first she was guarded, Nancy made her realize that she was
not the enemy.  Without revealing too much the girls handed over his ID.
Nancy assured the girls that the Company had no interest in them, or their
relationship with Steve. She left a day later, telling Steve not to worry
about his job, she'd take care of him.
        The next couple of days were a blur of faces, voices and smells for
Steve. But gradually, he became more attuned to his surroundings. By the
time he had sufficient strength to stay awake for an hour at a time he was
moved to another floor. His room had a TV and phone, this was to be his
home for the next three weeks.  His physiotherapist turned out to be a knock
out redhead California girl named Ashley from Malibu.  The girls were not
overly thrilled about that, thankfully most of the nurse were older, fatter
or married, thought there where a few cuties that would merit keeping a
close eye on.
        A day later the Fonda's came by just Becky, Peter, and Bridget.
Steve was happy to see them, "I'm glad to see you're off the hook." Peter
grinned, "Oh it wasn't even close." Becky and Bridget, kissed him hello.
"I guess this mean's we're even." Steve continued.  Peter laughed, "Not
really, I only shot him after he was through with you." Steve raised the
top of his bed, "Well you did save Miss Locklear, and Miss Garth. How does
it feel to be a hero?" Peter shrugged, "Oh not bad, maybe we could start a
club." Becky nudged him, "Never mind him Steve, you just rest and let us
know if you need anything at all.  He shook his head, "No I'll be just
fine." Bridget was conspicuous by her silence, she just stood there looking
at him.
        After a few days he could get out of bed for little walks down the
hall with a walker. Sometimes the girls would support him, people smiled
and politely asked for autographs, even Steve's. Through out his recovery,
true to their word the girls were there for him. He talked to each of them
usually an hour a day, often more. A rough schedule was worked out so that
at least one of them would drop by everyday, usually in the evenings.
Usually two would come by, and often the others would phone. Once he woke
up in the middle of the night to find Bridget curled up in bed beside him,
sleeping quietly.  She was so adorable, he wanted to scoop her up in his
arms and make love to her with a fierce unbridled passion.  He turned
slightly, pain flamed through his chest like a hot welding torch he lay
back, maybe tomorrow.
        But there were times when their visits only made things worst for
him. Steve asked the doctors for stronger medication, the pain was keeping
him awake at night.  The doctors where a bit puzzled by this, at this stage
the physical pain shouldn't have been that severe. Reluctantly they
increased his prescription bit by bit.  It wasn't the physical trauma,
which was preventing his sleep, but the reoccurring nightmares he was
experiencing.  Especially the one about the party, how he
watched helplessly from the deck as Jennie and Heather where shot to death.
He dreamed of all the girls. Opening the door of the hotel room, only to
find Alyssa lying on the bed brutally raped and strangled to death, her
cold hazel eyes staring up at him. Trying to open the door of Winona's car
as she drowned before his eye's, her fist's banging on the window, watching
Sarah and Jennifer being forced screaming into a big black car. Carrying
Bridget's lifeless body out of the water.
        In each instance he was just too late.  He would also dream about
other things he had done in the past. Old memories came back to haunt him,
it was these he actually feared the most. Remarkably neither the nurses nor
the girls found out about this. Although they thought it was strange how he
was always tired in the morning. Whenever anyone asked him how he slept, he
would just smile and say fine.
        Bridget came in early one morning it was no where near visiting
hours, she asked the nurse if she could just sit with him. Closing the door
behind her, she slowly walked around the bed heading for the chair in the
corner. She saw Steve sleeping in a sitting position the room was still
dark. The sun would be up for another hour, moonlight flitted through the
space in the drapes. "Bridget?" She startled as he whispered her name.
"Sorry did I wake you?" She asked. "No."  She moved to the left side of
the bed. Steve patted the mattress, she sat down next to him.
        "You allright?" Bridget nodded. In the near darkness all he could
see was her bright blue eyes, the faint outline of her facial features, and
the modest low neck line of her sweater. Her scent was music to his nose.
Seeing him in hale she leaned in closer. He sniffed the light fragrance at
her neck it was heady stuff. "What are you wearing?" He asked. Bridget
tilted her head up exposing her throat, "Its called Dark Obsession." He
pressed his lips to the side of her neck working downwards. Alternating
between kisses and licks he made his way across her throat, over her
collarbone, and down her white sternum.
        She leaned back a bit as he kissed between her quivering heaving
breasts.
        "Mmmmmhh." A soft moan crossed her lips as he nosed his way into
cleavage. She brought her hands up and unbuttoned her top, revealing a
simple white bra, with its single clasp in the front. Steve gingerly
tackled it with his teeth, and after a few wiggling tries which drove
Bridget crazy. He managed to unhook it, she pulled the straps from her
shoulders freeing her small white round breasts for him.  By this time her
nipples were well swollen and hardened. Leaning froward again, she got on
her knees and brought his face to her bosom. His lips slid along her tit,
coming to rest on a nipple, she pushed the protrusion, into his mouth.
Steve's tongue flicked and licked at it, his mouth sucking more of her
tender flesh inside it's warm wet opening. His good hand work Bridget's
other breast through its fingertips, pinching her excited nipple.  She
responded by wrapping her arms tightly around his head almost crushing
him to her chest. Her panties became moist with emotion.  
        Bridget slipped a hand under her dress and worked her fingers past her
panties. "Oooohhh" She gasped as her finger, massaged her clitoris, then
pressed forward into her opening sex.  Releasing his head she removed his
hand from her breast and pulled it down between her legs. Letting her guide
his finger Steve held it straight as Bridget pushed it up into her wiggling
cunt. Then held it there as she bounced on his hand. He moved his mouth to
her other nipple, leaving the first one engorged and wet. Her own hand came
up caressing her open breast. Each time her slick heated pussy lunged down
on Steve's hand brought her a little closer to an orgasm. Her last few
thrusts built up a small climax deep inside which quietly released itself,
as Bridget pushed her vagina against his hand and held it there as she
trembled with her cumming tides. Wetness seeped from within her soaking his
fingers, and pooling into the palm of Steve's hand. She pulled his face up
and kissed her lover deeply with a throaty desire, then collapsed against
his chest.
        Even her lithe form weighed heavy on his damaged torso, but Steve
suppressed the pain, it was worth it. The sound of their breathing seemed
to fill the room. They held each other for a while, in
comforting silence. "I thought I'd lost you forever." Bridget whispered
sadly.  "Sorry if I scared you, it's alright now." Steve replied
reassuringly. She heard the beating of his heart, as he cradled her head
on his chest.
        They hadn't even heard the other person who had slipped
in unnoticed.  "Morning." At first they were startled, Bridget refastened
her bra, and began buttoning up her sweater.  They breathed a sigh of relief
as they recognized the voice.  "Trying to give us both heart attacks?"
Bridget asked as she turned to face the new visitor. "Sorry, I didn't want
to spoil the moment." She said apologetically. "I was on my way to an early
shoot I thought I'd drop by and see if he was, up?" she nodded to the big
circus tent now formed in the middle of the bed sheet.  Bridget turned
around and chuckled. Steve looked down at his hard cock poking up through
the sheet. "Thanks Jennifer, very thoughtful of you."
        Bridget tried to read her watch, in the dim light, "What time is
it?" Jennifer looked at her luminous dial sports watch, the one Steve had
given her,"5:30AM." Bridget hopped off the bed, "Can't believe I've been
here an hour. " She grabbed Steve by the back of his head and gave him an
amorous kiss.  "I have to go, you have a good day and I'll call you later."
Steve pouted a bit, "What about the rest of me?" He whined gesturing to his
lower extremities.
        Bridget smirked, "Love would you mind?" The young dark actress
huffed, "Weeell okay, just this once." Bridget kissed her
affectionately,"Thanks I'll owe you one, and be careful with him, he's
still pretty weak." Jennifer hugged her friend, "Trust me, I'll be very
gentle."  Bridget smiled, "I do trust you, him no. Don't let him talk you
in to anything he can't handle." She looked sternly at Steve, "If you end
up back in ICU, swear to God I'll come down there and finish you off myself,
hear me." Steve nodded silently, mentally calculating just how much of
Jennifer he could love without serious physical repercussions. Leaving the
two alone she rushed out closing door behind.  The hospital staff had
standing instructions not to come in when the door was closed, so they
knew they were safe from intrusion.
        Jennifer stepped forward and peeled off her tight black t-shirt
and tossed it at his face. Steve sniffed the material, she smelled great.
Underneath she wore a black plain under wire support bra. Unfortunately
having boobs her size meant always having to wear heavy duty bras, which
she detested. "Well think you're ready for Iittl'o me?" She
asked innocently. Her breasts jiggled slightly in their cups as she jumped
up onto the bed next to him. Steve realized in his current condition,
Jennifer could very well be responsible for his demise. But she looked so
damn seductive in the growing moonlight. Her skintight spandex leggings
displayed her fine thighs and pelvis so deliciously he could feel his mouth
watering. "Why don't you just hop up on here and we'll see." He made a
useless grab for her waist she scooted away. "Hey I'm in charge here." She
picked up the bed's control unit and lowered him flat on his back.
        Then the young tramp stood up and turned her back to him. Propping
him self up on his elbows, he watched as she made a show of removing her
bra and swinging it over her head before tossing it in his lap. As she
turned around her other arm came up to cover her naked breasts. Steve stared
like a pervert in a strip joint. As she turned her back to him again,
Jennifer shimmed out of her painted on spandex pants, she wiggled her ass
to get them over her hips, showing off a pair of white cotton bikini
panties.  Jennifer kicked off her runners to get the leggings off her feet.
Twirling around once more she covered her tits with both arms, and smiled
at him with her big brown Bambi eyes. Turning her back once more she bent
over at the waist and slowly pushed her panties, all the way down her trim
sexy legs. Steve's dick was screaming for relief by now. Once off she
twirled them around her finger and flicked them over her head. Steve
reached out and caught them bringing the soft cloth to his face rubbing
his cheek with them. Jennifer whirled around on last time, on arm over her
breasts, and the other covering her pussy.  "Do you mind I have to wear
those today." She said jokingly. Letting her hands fall to her sides she
skillfully she mounted the bed.
        Straddling his face Jennifer Love pushed back the sheets, and
lifted his gown. She sighed, "I am so glad you didn't get hit down here."
Steve tried not to laugh, "Me too."
        He could feel Jennifer warm breath slowing as she bent over, and took his
strained erection into her willing mouth. Steve let out a small cry as he
felt her soft tongue, slid along his hardened prick. Lifting his head Steve
began nosing around her black hole, sniffing her feminine odor. She moaned
on his cock as his lips pressed against hers and his tongue poked between
them. In the lickfest that followed as Jennifer's mouth reacquainted itself
with Steve's cock, it took only a couple of minutes before his cum gushed
into her throat. Taking the first spurt into her stomach she pulled back,
and held his cock head between her lips as he ejaculated into her mouth.
Finding it difficult to swallow three weeks worth of sperm. Jennifer
continued to jerk Steve off with her hand as he sprayed globs of cream
all over her face. It splattered on her nose forehead, eye lids and cheeks.
Slowly the mess dripped down her face, she lashed out with her tongue.
Catching it as the salty sticky mess smeared her lips. Steve was still
licking deep inside her, sucking her vulva and clit trying to kiss her
cervix. As Jennifer love gyrated on his face she finally got an orgasm
when he lightly bit her clitoris. Steve was impressed as she bucked and
shook gently.
        "If your mother could see you now." Jennifer jumped in surprise.
Steve looked up sharply at the voice. All Steve could see was her ass.
Jennifer smiled at her lover, "Just dropping by for a quick visit." Winona
came forward, "I can see what you came for, morning Steve." She waved.
"Anything left for me?" Jennifer smirked, "Sorry, only what I'm wearing."
Jennifer dismounted and sat on the edge of the bed in front of her friend.
Winona laughed quietly, "Well I guess it will have to do." Taking the
young girls face in her hands she stuck out her long pink tongue. Moving
her whole head Winona licked Jennifer's features with deliberately slow
strokes. Flicking her tongue upwards each time and looking a Steve when
she brought his sperm inside her mouth. Jennifer would then French kiss
Winona in an attempt to recover some of his precious seed for her own
diet. When Jennifer's face was clean, Winona pushed the naked starlet
back on to the bed, Jennifer lay across Steve's lower legs, with her
vagina poised on the edge. Winona worked her way down Jennifer's torso.
Briefly stopping to enjoy her already enlarged nipples, before letting her
tongue trace a wet line over her flat post teen tummy. Jennifer spread her
legs, putting her feet up on the edge of the bed. With a small moan she
arched her back and fondled her breasts as Winona's mouth met her heated
sex.  "Mmmmmmhhhhhh." Jennifer murmured quitely.
        Steve tried to lean forward to partake in the festivities but
Jennifer pushed him back down. She put a hand behind Winona's head applying
slight pressure as the star's mouth massaged her sexuality. Winona quickly
felt Jennifer's clit expanding between her lips as she mouthed her way
around the young girl's vulva. Jennifer started a gentle swaying motion
swinging on Winona's face. Quietly she rocked her way to her second orgasm
of the morning, as Winona sucked on her sensitive erect clitoris. A series
of sharp shivers accompanied by a low throaty moan told he that Jennifer
had climaxed, as her legs dropped over the side of the bed. Winona licked
the excess nectar seeping out of Jennifer's cunt. Steve listened intently
to the sounds of their eroticism in the dark room. Winona's slurping and
Jennifer's stifled moan's produced another erection in him.
        Spying his new erection Winona stripped out of her jeans and shucked
off her shoes. Her cunt was already in a state of excitement from her
previous encounter. The crotch of her baby blue panties where soaked with
her fluids. Facing away from Steve so she wasn't putting pressure on his
thigh's Winona mounted her stud. Jennifer helped position his cock for the
long slide inside her friend's private parts. Carefully she lowered her
lips onto his slick dome gasping for breath as his passed her entrance and
pressed beyond.
        It took a full thirty seconds for her settle down, her labia
encompassing the base of his cock. Jennifer got down between their legs
lapped at their united organs. Winona began to slowly ride Steve's cock
as it expanded with in her, moving faster with each gentle thrust they
created a combined orgasm for Winona's pleasure.  Her muscles work his
prick with the eagerness of a collage girl, as Jennifer kept licking her
clitoris. Suddenly she stopped thrusting downwards as her orgasm peaked.
Tension drained from her as Steve's sperm flowed inside her narrow passage
warming her pelvic region. Jennifer sat up shaking her long dark hair,
pulling Winona up they kissed like only girls could. "Thanks that felt
wonderful." Winona glanced slyly at Steve, "Better than him." Jennifer
smiled flashing her gleaming white teeth, "Of course!"
        Steve pretend to look hurt, "Well I am handicapped." Jennifer
smiled warmly, "Sorry, but when it comes to pleasing a girl orally women
have better intuition."  Jennifer helped Winona dismount from Steve's
softened organ. She let the young girl eat some of his cum from her now
gaping hole, Jennifer stuck a couple of fingers in scooping some of the
messy goop feeding Winona. "Hmmm gooood" Winona remarked as she slid off
the bed and went to the wash room to clean up. Jennifer looked at her
watch, "Shit, I'm late." Jumping off the bed she scrambled to find her
clothes. "Steve where's my underwear." Looking hopeful, "Can't I keep
them." She frowned at him, "My pants are too tight, give." Reluctantly he
handed over her dreamy under things. "You can have another pair later, I
promise." She whispered, as she struggled to get dressed quickly. Checking
her clothing wasn't inside out Jennifer tied her hair up into a bun. "Take
care." She moaned pecking his cheek. Giving Winona a quick hug she dashed
out the door, for her morning shoot. Winona got dressed, "No, you're not
having mine either. I'm not going to spend the rest of the day pulling my
pants out of my crotch, just so you can jerk off in my underwear."
        She walked around the bed and opened the drapes then sat on his
left side. They sat cuddled together watching the sunrise. Falling asleep
shortly after they Steve woke up an hour later at 7AM.  He watched Winona
sleeping, she looked so beautiful, so at peace. Seeing her wake up was
even more enjoyable, she was like a kitten blinking and
stretching,"Mmmmmmmhh."  She smiled at him, "I've always wanted to wake
up in your arms." He bent down give her a soft light kiss. A small tear
trickled from the corner of his eye. "Are you crying?" He wiped his
eye,"No just cold air." Turning slightly she enclosed his lips with hers.
"Love you." She murmured. "Thanks, I love you too." He smiled.  She rolled
out of bed, "I have to go." Steve frowned, "What about breakfast?"  She
looked at him like he had just said something stupid. "In this place?
Sorry, you may have to eat their food I don't. I'll get something on the
way." She gave him a fast parting kiss, and cautiously opened the door. He
waved as she turned around and blew a kiss as the door closed behind her. 
By the end of the week his sisters, were ready to go home. Steve had
learned all his childhood secrets had been betrayed, for a couple of
outfits from Fredricks of Hollywood, full hair and body treatments by Vidal
of We Be Styles, and lunch with the cast members of 90210, MP, and Ally
McBeal. All this while Steve was enjoying the entree's of the Hospital
Cafeteria, and being sponge bathed by a big hairy guy named Melvin, he was
sure the girls had something to do with that. They told him to keep in
touch and left looking like completely different women.
        When the police interviewed him, a couple of days after the
shooting, Steve could add no more information than Heather and Jennifer
had already given.  Which was fair since all he did was get shot, and pass
out.
        The police found all the answers they needed during the raid on
the dead mans home there was a mountain of evidence. Dimitri Youraknocov
was an ex-postal carrier, currently working in a chocolate factory.  By
his neighbor's accounts he was a pleasant, well mannered, quite fellow,
who liked to help out in the community. They were shocked when he was
discovered to be the kidnapper/gunman, his house was the picture of a
responsible homeowner, from the well maintained lawn to the freshly
painted white picked fence, and the little flower boxes in the windows.
        But inside police found another world. A back bedroom had been
soundproofed, the window bricked up, the only pieces of furniture were a
double bed, desk, chair, dresser and a small TV set.  The bed was old and
had nylon straps nailed to each corner, above it on the wall were hundreds
of photos of Heather taken throughout her career.  One of the junior
detectives counted them out of curiosity, he came up with
three-hundred-sixty-nine. From one wall hung a set of chains with manacles
attached to the ends. From the ceiling above the bed hung a similar set of
chains, on the wall opposite side of the room a video camera was mounted
on a pivoted bracket.  The dresser was filled with all types of lingerie,
in a variety of colors and materials. From silk and satin to leather and
lace, the lower drawers contained various, vibrators, and dildos the
longest being two feet in length.
        In the other bedroom the they found a TV and VCR which where
connected to the camera, in the chamber, the closet in that room was
stuffed with whips, rope, handcuffs, and bondage outfits. On the bed was a
blow up doll with a picture of Heather's face taped to it, in the corner
was a stack of hardcore pornographic video tapes. The search team came
to the kitchen, several officers were arguing over who had to open the
refrigerator. After five minutes a junior female rookie stepped forward
and yanked open the door. She jumped back with a scream, half the men
almost shit themselves. The group leaned forward peering cautiously inside
the fridge. On the shelf all alone sat a container of milk. "Shit! Kate,
Frank just about pissed himself." One of the men exclaimed. Frank looked
over, "Did not!" The young girl laughed, "Serves you right, you bunch of
big baby's." He looked back at her somewhat ashamed, one of the guy's
suggested she open the freezer. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open,
stepping shielding her face with the door as she did so. It too was empty,
in the garage that the police made their most shocking discovery.
        Lined up along the far wall, stacked like sacks of flour, were
large gray canvas bags. They contained years and years of undelivered mail.
Sorting through the bundles of yellowed envelopes the postal inspectors
later found all of the mail to be personal only. It seems Dimitri had indeed
delivered all of the bills, checks, and business letters, this explained
how he had manage to keep his job for so long. Until he sexually harassed a
senior female employee, and was let go. Just how sick and warped was this
guy?
        In the living room was a computer, a specialist was called in to
go through the files. He found 20,000 pornographic faked pictures of female
celebrities, many of Heather of course, also a large number of Alyssa,
Sarah-Michelle, Jennifer Love and Rosanne Barr. There were also erotic
fantasy stories, many involved hypnotizing women into becoming sex slaves.
In particular there was one perverse story called Corruption in Hollywood,
what the psychiatrist called the twisted delusion of an unhealthily
imagination, not seen since Charles Manson. Another piece of fiction found
was called Showtime, which the psychiatrist considered to be a work of
erotic literary art. Other files were about the techniques of hypnosis and
making pipe bombs. When Heather and Jennie found out about this they broke
down and cried, it would have been a fate worse than death.
        During his recuperation the girls visited him on alternate days.
With them came their friend's, families and co-workers. Jen's family
couldn't do enough to express their thanks, Ian Zeigler and Jason Priestly
were very appreciative of him taking care of their "little Jennie." To
Jennie they were her second family. So were Tiffany Amber, Tori and
Shannon, he got the impression that they wished to express their gratitude
in a more personal manner. Jennie stood behind them, as Tiffany and Tori
kissed him full on the mouth, their tongues really surprised him. Not
wanting to be rude, he responded in kind. He thought Jennie would strangle
both of them on the spot, she just smiled tightly. Shannon's kiss was a
little more polite, she and Jennie seemed very close.
        It was a thrill for Steve when he met, Coutney-Thorne Smith and
Daphne Zuniga.  Calista Flockhart also tagged along in one of her trademark
micro-mini skirts. She had a nice, lickable pair of legs, and Courtney was
as cute as her name. As she leaned over to give him a polite peck on the
cheek. Her expensive azure silk blouse billowed out giving him a
tantalizing glimpse of her snow white lace wonder bra encased breasts. He
felt his temperature rise considerably and hoped it didn't show on his
face.  There was no way in hell Heather was going to leave him alone with
these three. She tried to act casual around Steve but the fact that she
touched him eight times in thirty seconds told the others she was very
protective of him.  Just as they where all leaving. Calista noticed her
shoelace of her sneakers was untied. Putting her foot on the arm of a chair
she bent over to tie it up. Luckily for him, Calista was facing his way when
she did it. The view was perfect, giving him a leisurely look up her short
skirt at her panty free neatly trimmed tight pussy. He managed to break his
stare away from this wonderful site at the last second. But when their eye's
made contact again, her sly smile told him that she had done it on purpose.
She gave a small wave goodbye and turned to her friends waiting in the
hallway.
        A minute later Alyssa came bouncing into his room. "Hi Steve!" She
said bubbly, as she kicked the door closed with her foot. I thought we'd
have lunch together today. He smiled at her, "Sorry Lyssa, Carmen Electra
is dropping by taking me out to La French's." She put the hospital tray
down on his table, "Ha Ha! Very funny." He shrugged and accepted her hello
kiss. "I thought so. You just missed Heather and the girls." She put a
brown bag next to the tray. "I know, saw them in the hall, also got your
lunch from the server." He could smell something wonderfully tasty, (I
mean other than Alyssa Milano) "What's in the bag?" She smiled, "Small
salad, and taco's." Steve looked like a hopeful dog. "For me."
She continued. If his ears could have drooped over they would have. "Let's
see what you're having." She lifted the lid excitedly, "Ohh! Milk, chicken
soup, ham & cheese sandwiches and ice cream." Steve made a face like a
five-year old presented with a bowl of Brussels sprouts.
        He looked longing at Alyssa's taco's which, coincidentally she was
holding about chest high. Today she was wearing a lovely embroidered
purple blouse, and jeans.  Just before coming in she had undone an extra
button, leaving a nice V-shaped gap between her breasts. She saw his gaze,
and wasn't quite sure what he was slobbering over. "See something you
like?" He swallowed," Very much, and you look nice too." She
frowned,"Doctor said no spicy food for you." Reaching into the bag she
retrieved a bundle and passed it to him. "So I got you a burger." He
brightened up like a porch light, "Oh God love you Lyssa, thanks." She
chuckled, "But eat your soup first." He put the hamburger down and obeyed.
        They talked over lunch, she told him Mr. Spelling had approached
her with a part in for a new series, something about three sisters finding
out they where witches.  Course it meant leaving Melrose Place, but that
show was doomed since Heather was leaving anyway. Nothing was certain yet
but he wanted her to stay in touch.  Steve was happy for her, hoping it
would be a good career move for her. She also told him of her publicity
problems of her nude pictures all over the Internet.
        He smiled slyly, "Actually I think they're not bad at all."  She
frowned, "Steeve, you didn't." He shrugged, "Sorry, curiosity, but you're
much prettier in person." He added trying to cover his ass. "You should
be ashamed of yourself looking at pictures of a naked twenty-year old
girl." He just smiled, "You've matured beautifully. Anyway try to ignore
them, the more attention you give them the more pictures they'll put up."
She shrugged, "I know, what really bothers me is those sickos that write
sex stories about us. Did Heather tell you about the ones the police found
on that guy's PC. It was disgusting, what kind of a mentally deranged
person writes stuff like that." He stroked her hair, "There's all kinds
out there Alyssa."
        She picked up the ice cream container and peeled back the top,
offering it to him. He shook his head. "Not very appetizing is it." She
commented on flat white substance already beginning to melt. "Maybe I can
help make it more appealing." She got up pulled the curtain around the bed,
then unbuttoned her top completely. "Alyssa, are you nuts!" She just smiled
ever so slightly, unhooking the front of her purple satin bra, bringing her
fabulous breasts in to view. Then she picked up the ice cream cup and
hesitatingly applied the semi-frozen treat to her large sensitive nipples,
pressing her tits deep into the cup. The cold concoction hardened her
nipples like ice. Alyssa bit her lip as the cold numbed her areola.  "Oh
God is that ever cold." Steve watched wide eyed as she pressed the cup
against her breasts, rotating it about her nipples. Putting the container
down, he could see the huge indentations her nipples had made in the ice
cream. Both of which where now coated in a film of white liquid. She looked
at him devilishly, "Well is this more appetizing?"  
        Pushing the tray away he pulled her closer to him and licking one
of her creamy nipples. She tilted her head back as his tongue wiped across
the end of her breast. Her fingers grabbed his hair, as he sucked on the
growing nipple, his tongue circling her areola, licking up from the
underside of her breast. "Ohhh fuck yess." She groaned. He quickly repeated
the move on her other breast before the creamy liquid dripped down her
stomach and made a mess. Then he just licked and sucked Alyssa's breasts
with abandonment. She cried for release, as his cock hardened in her hand
while she jacked him up and down. Tearing at her jeans she pushed them
off kicking her feet to get out of her shoes. She was all fired up and
there was no stopping her now.  Pulling the sheets back Alyssa bent down
and stuffed his cock into her mouth. Steve groaned almost too loudly in
response. He took the opportunity to slip a hand between her legs, a few
gentle caresses and she was flowing like a river. Alyssa quickly got Steve
up to full mast, and well lubricated with her new hidden talents. As his
penis easily past her gag-reflex and entered her tight throat.
        Before he could lose it she pushed him back down on the bed and
mounted his cock. Determinedly she lowered herself onto his erection, it
was still difficult but after a number of thrusts she managed to impale
herself all the way down to his groin. Which was pretty good, considering
she was a virgin only a few weeks ago. Steve just lay there as Alyssa slid
his pole inside her post-virgin cunt at her own leisure. She made little
kitten like mews as his penis wobbled inside her. All he could do was
fondle her breast with his good hand, which she a held to her chest.
Fifteen minutes later he couldn't hold back an anymore. "Alyyssaa, I'mm
gooinng too .."
        She groaned quietly as her pelvis tightened up when her orgasm
burst through her like a broken water balloon. Steve's cum sprayed the
walls of her vagina, blasting at the opening of her cervix, with its
potent sperm. A comforting warmth spread throughout her womb. "Finally."
She thought, "I have his seed truly inside me." Lyssa smiled as she leaned
over and kissed her companion. She tasted so sweet for some reason. "Er,
Lyssa are you?" Steve stuttered. "It's okay I'm not fertile." She whispered.
"I'm so glad it was you first again." He gave her a one armed hug. "Thanks."
Suddenly realizing that anyone could walk in at any second the two quickly
separated, and got dressed, well she did anyway. Alyssa finished buttoning
her blouse an gave him a parting kiss, light yet full of feeling, "I'm
going to enjoy spending the rest of the day, with your sperm inside me."
She whispered hauntingly.  Steve just stared at her, "Thanks for the ice
cream." They both laughed and she went back to work.
        A host of other celebrities also came by including many that where
at the fateful party, he was grateful to Sigournney and Meg for helping to
save his life. They were quite modest.  Eventually Heather's husband showed
up, thankfully neither he nor the band remembered Steve from their previous
encounter. He was actually a pretty decent guy when he was sober.

        End 3/5


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