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SHOWTIME
Part 6
(mf, ff, assault)
When
she got back Jennifer coming out of the washroom, “Already to
go?” Sarah smiled, Jennifer nodded, Steve put his cases on
the cart with Jennifer’s and began to push it out of the lounge,
with the girls leading the way arm in arm. Sarah apologized
for parking in the parking garage, saying that the V.I.P.
parking area was too busy. The real reason of course was
that she was trying to be there covertly. She suggested
Jennifer put on her sunglasses and baseball hat.
As they
entered the elevator Steve checked his six, the weasel
from the plane was back there, with a couple of big
associates. Once in the elevator Jennifer dug through her
purse for her sunglasses. Sarah opened up a carry on
bag for a cap. Jennifer asked Steve where he was
staying, Sarah perked up that she had gotten the
address while Jennifer was in the washroom. The
elevator stopped at their level Sarah led them to
her
Ford Explorer, or rather the studios. They
walked to the back of the garage, and found the SUV just where
Sarah left it, in
a corner spot near the wall. “New truck?” Jennifer asked. “
Company” Sarah replied “I didn’t know how much luggage you’d
have.” She opened the back and they loading it up. Steve
just closed the trunk, as the girls got in the front. He heard
footsteps echoing off the concrete floor several yards
away. Looking in the reflection of the back window he could
see creepy, and his two buddies coming towards him. They
looked like mob, Steve turned to face them slowly, stepping
away from the vehicle, so as not to block its path should
the girls need to run for it.
When Steve didn’t get
into the SUV, Sarah and Jennifer looked out the window.
Jennifer was startled, “Oh’ my God it’s him!” Sarah looked
“Who him?” Jennifer put her hand to her mouth, ”The guy
who grabbed me on the plane that’s him in the middle of
those two gorillas.” The two apes looked like Bert and
Ernie on steroids, only not as well dressed. The weasel
in between them was now all smiles, ”Told you not to fuck with me.
Maybe after my boy’s
here are done teach you some manners, we can get to know
those two lovely ladies in truck. That bitch is gonna be
sorry she said no to me. No one refuses a Castallano! ” H
e yelled at the truck. The trio smiled at Steve, which he
took to mean they all shared the same brain. The girls
watched from the truck debating what to do, Sarah tried her
cell phone, but it couldn’t get through the walls of the
parking garage. Jennifer banged on the van’s horn a couple
of times but no one came running. The weasel nodded
to his two thugs, who then lunged at Steve. He stepped
back, and grabbed the closest one as he came at him.
Gripping the man by his jacket he used the mans forward
momentum to hurl him face first into a concrete support
column. The other attacker came in right behind his
pal, Steve ducked under his roundhouse punch and slugged
the man in the stomach, the man sank to his knees like a
priest behind an alter boy. The Steve took a step towards
the wasel he heard a click, behind him. The guy by the pillar was
holding a heater on him, his face was all bloody. No doubt Steve
had broken his nose, the heater was a sliver plated, short barrel
357 magnum. The other guy got up and drew his piece, a 9mm
Beretta, Steve stopped and put up his hands.
The girls now
frantic trying to decide what to do, Sarah started the truck,
maybe they could run them down or at least go for help.
Jennifer really felt bad about leaving Steve, but agreed
it was their best hope. The men heard the SUV start up.
The weasel yelled at the girls, “Shut that thing off, or we
spill his brains right now !!” The girls traded glances, one
of the thugs stepped up behind Steve and pressed the barrel
of his gun up against his head. The other went to the
passenger side and aimed his gun in the window at Jennifer’s
face. Sarah turned off the motor. They were ordered out
of the vehicle, and told take off their sunglasses.
Sarah
was recognized as the “Vampire chic.” The group stood in
the empty parking spot between the SUV, and a delivery truck.
The
weasel
eyed the two girls up and down, they shivered as they could feel
him, and his boy’s undressing them with their eyes. “You know
after we take care of lover boy here, you two are coming back
to my place, and I’ll take really good care of the both of yas.
Might even make our own little movie, call it “I Knows Who You
Dun Last Night.” He and his boys laughed. Jennifer began to cry,
“Hey don’t cry.” The hood smiled “I’ll make sure you get the
starring role, in the gang bang scene, I know some really
talented black guys they’ll have you cummin out all over the
place.” Sarah glared at him, “You leave her alone you pig”
Weasel looked at Sarah’s fresh face, “Chill babe, I know a
few guys who’ll pay big buck’s ta drive their stakes inta
your cunt too. You girls will be turning $10,000 tricks in
no time, or I just might make you my Personal Fuck Toy!”
Sarah glared at him with spite, “Over my dead body, you
scum bag!” Mr. Castallano laughed, “That might not be such a bad
idea, but as long as I have Miss Love
her
e, you’ll be a good little whore.” One of the thugs stepped up
behind her, pressing his gun in her back he used his free hand
to lift up the hem of her dress. It was pulled all the way up
to her waist, revealing her neatly trimmed chestnut pussy. ”Wow
, no panties!” He commented. The other men stared at Sarah’s
snatch making derogatory remarks. Sarah’s face turned red, with
shame, tears glistened in her eye’s. Jennifer looked over her
shoulder, “Please, don’t hurt my friend mister.” The man
grinned at her perversely, “Don’t worry tramp we’ll get to
you soon enough.” The weasel tore his eyes from Sarah’s
rich view, and stared at Jennifer. “That reminds me, I
never did get so see your glory hole.” He sneered at
Jennifer. “Came on babe, let’s have a quick peek.”
Jennifer shook her head. “Show us the goods or Mr.
Popularity gets whacked. Her hands shook as she grasped
the hem of her skirt. “Came on, we don’t got all
day bitch. She slowly pulled her hemline higher and higher,
revealing her smooth white
upper thighs. She looked at the floor in shame, trying to
think of a way to forestall the inevitable. The hem of her
dress was now only an inch below her crotch. It was like
watching a striptease in slow motion. The three amigos were
getting hard, their mouths were dry with anticipation at
seeing this innocent child’s pussy. Sarah stopped crying
now that their attention was focused on Jennifer, it
made her feel a bit guilty. Even though her dress was
still yanked up to her waist, and her pubis were exposed
for all to see. Suddenly Sarah felt the man’s hand move
down over her pelvis, his fingers snaking towards her
private area. She looked at Steve pleading for him to
do something. Moving like a Pentium 3 taking everyone
by surprise, he slammed the thug behind him in the
solar plexus, as the man went down Steve twisted the
gun from his grasp. The other thug dropped Sarah’s
dress, and moved to go between the two girls, Sarah
stomped on mans foot,driving her elbow into stomach, as he
doubled over, she hit him
on the back of the neck with both hands. The man went down for
the second time, his gun clattered to the floor. While he was
on the ground Sarah began kicking him, screaming obscenities
at the man as he begged for mercy. Steve was afraid she’d
seriously hurt the man. “If you Ever, (kick) touch Me (kick)
Again (kick), I swear I’II Rip (kick) Your Fucking (kick)
Heart OUT!” He was going to feel that in the morning.
“Sarah ease up girl.” Steve made a mental note, to
never
let Sarah get mad at him. Jennifer reacted quickly pulling
her skirt back down faster that the express elevator at
the Empire State Building. She bent over and picked up
the shooter before the weasel could grab it. She pointed
it at him shakingly.
Steve had the other guy’s rod.
“Okay you two, face down, hands behind your heads,
and you Castallano, move over by the delivery
truck.” Steve barked. “Nice work girls, Jennifer
hand me the gun.” Jennifer had a twisted look
of rage covering her face as she aimed the pistol at the perp.
“I’m going to shoot the Fucker.” Steve looked at her eyes
carefully. “You don’t want to do that, he’s not worth it.”
She looked at Steve unsure of what to do. “He tried to rape
me, said he was going to turn us into whores, and what if he
comes after me again?” Steve spoke softly, ”He won’t, he
doesn’t need that kind of trouble, I promise I won’t let
him come after you.” She glanced at him again, still
pointing the gun at Castallano. Sarah came up behind
Jennifer, ‘Don’t Jennifer, you won’t be able to handle
the guilt, give Steve the gun. “ Jennifer looked at her
friend seeing a trace of fear on her face, Sarah nodded.
She lowered the gun and held it out to Steve. Gently he
took it from her hand and pocketed the gun, she turned
and hugged Sarah, who stroked the back of her head,
calming her friend.
Steve pushed the little piss ant
up against the truck, and pressed the gun to his
forehead. Steve lowered his voice to just above a
whisper, so the girls couldn’t hear him. “Now I know who you are, but
you don’t
know who I am. But since I’m since such a nice guy, I’ll show
you my library card.” Reaching into his breast pocket he
opened his Company I.D. the mobster looked at the symbol
and letters embossed on the card. He stared back at Steve,
with a look of resignation on his face. Steve went on, ”Glad
you understand, Mr. Castallano, because if I even suspect
that you, or your people are anywhere near these girls, or
their families. I will have the F.B.I., A.T.F., and the
I.R.S so far up your ass, I’ll know what brand of
toothpaste you use in the morning “ The man nodded
his sweaty brow, a look of fear frozen on his face as
Steve said the letters I.R.S. Doing his best Dirty
Harry impersonation, “Good, now listen up, you and
I both know, that I could cap all of you, right
now and not even sweat the finger prints. But I
don’t need paperwork, and you don’t need the
facial. But in the future should you even
consider, messing with me, or them. You will
be out of business, permanently. You stay out of their lives,
I
stay out of yours, you can’t handle the heat.“ Steve removed
the gun from the man’s head, he breathed a sigh of relief. He
backed up to the SUV and got in the back seat. Sarah started the
engine and backed out of the parking space. Steve unloaded the
pistols, dropping the pieces out the window as they left.
Sarah drove through the garage at 30mph, Steve leaned
froward, and reminded her to slow down. They got to the
exit and Sarah paid the attendant, he smiled at her not
seeing the puffy red eyes behind the sunglasses.
Not
far from the airport Sarah broke into tears, Steve
suggested she pullover and let him drive. She pulled
into the safety lane and got out, Steve stepped out, as
did Jennifer. Sarah fell sobbing into his arms, for a few
minutes. Jennifer came around and joined them. Then they
got in the back seat, while Steve drove taking her
directions. Occasionally he checked on the girls
in the rearview mirror. Jennifer recounted the story, of what
happened on the plane, to Sarah in more detail. She
listened intently holding Jennifer in her arms. An hour later they
arrived at the house, Jennifer asked where they where. It was a
two story Spanish style house, the front lawn was well kept with
lots of trees. There were several other vehicles, parked on the
street, and a couple in the carport. Sarah said it was a NBC
studio guesthouse, Steve looked at her uneasily. Jennifer
looked at them puzzled. Sarah held Jennifer’s hands, and spoke
quietly, “There is, something I have to tell you Jennifer, and
it’s a bit alkward. But it’s nothing bad, so don’t worry.”
Jennifer glanced at Steve in the mirror his face was illegible.
She turned her attention back to Sarah. “I wasn’t at the
airport to pick you up today.” Jennifer shook her head, “But
you and the gang knew I was coming back early. Didn’t you
volunteer to come get me.” Sarah paused glancing at Steve,
“No, I was there to get Steve, I had no idea you were on
that flight, I’m sorry.” Jennifer looked back and forth between Sarah
and Steve she was speechless.
“You guys know each other?” Steve turned slightly and nodded in
confirmation. “Why didn’t you tell me on the plane?” Steve just
shrugged, not knowing how much Sarah was prepared to reveal,
“It’s complicated.” Her eyes narrowed, “Are you guys involved?
“ Sarah looked at Steve and tilted her head to one side, “No
not really, it’s not quite like that.” Jennifer looked down at
the seat, “Oh God, Sarah I think you should know, I Steve and
I had sex.” Sarah’s brow went up “WHAT!” Steve stiffened,
expecting a blow to the back of his head any second now.
Jennifer looked up, “Don’t blame Steve, it wasn’t his fault,
I had to practically throw myself at him. It was on spur of
the moment. I’m sorry I had no idea.” Both of them were
surprised when Sarah started to laugh, she got out of the
truck pulling Jennifer towards the house, come on we’ll
talk inside. Steve got out, grabbing his briefcase, and
laptop.
Upon entering the house, Jennifer received a second
shock of the day. In the living room were some
familiar faces, but she wondered why they were there. Heather
Locklear, and Bridget Fonda were sitting in a loveseat, Jennie
Garth sitting on a couch, Alyssa Milano was coming down the
stairs, and Winona Ryder
was bringing a tray of cups from the
kitchen. She didn’t realize that they seemed to be expecting
her. Sarah guided Jennifer Love into the room, and sat her
down on the couch opposite Jennie. The other girls looked
worried, something was not right. Steve came in the door,
Alyssa greeted him with a big hug, kissing him firmly on the
lips, ”Hi welcome back.” they went inside. Jennifer watched
the two, coming into the room. She was intrigued, at how
comfortable Alyssa seemed around him. Then she saw how all
the others greeted him with almost the same familiarity.
She couldn’t help but feel a twinge jealousy, and the
competition was way out of her league. There was no way
she could win against Heather Locklear, Jennie Garth, or
Winona Ryder.Steve was not surprised to see Alyssa, Heather and
Jennie. But he
was a bit worried when he saw Bridget and Winona.
The girls sat
down, Bridget poured coffee and tea for everyone, while Sarah and
Jennifer told them about their ordeal on the flight, and at the
airport. As Sarah told the story, Jennifer held her hands, watching
the girls for their reactions. While they seemed shocked,
sympathetic, even frightened for her. Jennifer felt that they
didn’t seem too surprised by Steve’s handling of the matter. She
noticed that Alyssa sat on the floor close to Steve most of the time.
Finishing the story, Sarah sipped some tea, the cup trembled
slightly as she lifted it to her lips. Winona, wanted to call
the police, pointing out that this guy was organized crime.
Everyone looked at Steve, sitting in a wing backed chair
eating a cookie. He searched the mood of the room cautiously.
“That man Castallano, is not a mob boss, but he is
immediate family, and the Castallano’s are big
in N.Y.,
but not L.A. If you goto the cops, there is not much they can do.
It’s our word against
theirs, no one was hurt, except the guy Sarah played soccer with
, and their lawyers will trash your reputation all over the
papers. Even if it goes to court, and you win the lawyers will
plea bargain it down to a couple of months in county and a
fine. But let’s say it doesn’t go that far, you just talk to
the cops. It will get out, if not to the media then definitely,
to the family.” Steve pickup his cup. “He’ll be the laughing
stock of the West Coast, his honor will be on the line, and
he’ll get mad maybe do something stupid. The way things are
now. I doubt he wants it known that he got trashed by a
couple of girls, and a writer.” He smiled at Sarah and
Jennifer “No offence ladies, besides even if he is stupid
enough to try something, the family will stop him. It
would be bad for business.” Jennifer spoke up “You guy’s
won’t tell anyone about this will you?” They all shook
their heads. Sarah spoke to the group, “As you all know
Jenniferand I have worked together in the past, and I know that I can
trust her. Heather stood up, “Well I guess we have a new member.
Welcome to the club Jennifer.” She said sadly. The others nodded
in agreement. Jennifer was confused.” Steve?” He could only
manage a weak sad smile.
Jennifer looked around even more
perplexed than ever, “Okay what’s going on here, does Steve
work for all of you?” That brought a chorus of chuckles and
smiles. Winona handed Jennifer a 9 day old copy, of the L.A.
Times, do you remember hearing about this, before you went
to Japan. Jennifer looked at the bold headlines, “Actresses
Saved from Watery Grave.” It was about the car accident
Winona and Bridget had. She recalled hearing on the news
how their car had gone over a cliff and into a river. The
report said they would have both drowned, had not some
bystander pulled them from the sinking car. The article
didn’t give the rescuer’s name. Jennifer looked up
and nodded, “It was a couple days before I left on
my trip, are you guys okay?” Both Winona and Bridget nodded. Jennifer
looked at the
article again, “Did you find out the name of the guy pulled you
from the car?” She asked benignly. Bridget took the paper from her,
and nodded in Steve’s direction, “Take a wild guess.” Jennifer
was awe struck, “No way, Steve? That’s totally weird, like whoa,
freeky!”
She looked around suspiciously at the rest of the
girls. Alyssa got up and sat on the other side of Jennifer.
Putting her hand on Jennifer’s knee, “What I’m about to
tell you is in the strictest of confidence, no one outside
this room knows about it.” Jennifer watched as the other
girls moved closer, she got a bit nervous. It was like
on of those horror movies, she though they might pull
out knives, and begin to slash her at any moment. Only
Steve’s calm disposition eased her mind. Looking back at
Alyssa she nodded slightly. Alyssa continued as Jennie
Garth took the last place on the couch sat behind her.
Heather, and Bridget joined Winona on the opposite
sofa. Alyssa spoke in a low tired voice, “Do you remember the night
of the Emmy’s?”
Jennifer nodded, she had lost to Alyssa in the category of
“Best Supporting Actress”, Jennifer was quite disappointed
that night, but happy for Alyssa. “And how Jennie, Sarah
and I came in late, well that’s because we were stuck in an
elevator at the hotel for an hour. Which is where we met
Mr. Colt.” She waved at Steve. Jennifer turned to Sarah
“How did you make it that long aren’t you
claustrophobic?” Sarah smiled and nodded, “Tell you
later.” She motioned for Alyssa to continue the tale.
We all are, but Steve managed to keep us all from
having seizures, she smiled ever so slightly. Jennie
hid her grin behind Alyssa head while Sarah turned
away to cough. Alyssa regained her composure, “I
left the party early that night, and returned to the
hotel alone. When I got back to my suite a man
came to my door he had some flowers to deliver so
without thinking, I let him in.” She paused for a
second to gather her thoughts, “After he got in,
he sexually assaulted me.” Alyssa’s eyes began to mist up,
Jennie put
a hand on her shoulder. Jennifer was horrified beyond belief,
“I’m sorry it must of been dreadful.” She moved to comfort the
brunette. Alyssa steeled herself and went on, “I tried to resist,
he was beat and kicked me until I passed out. When I came to I
was in the bedroom. The guy was on top of me, he had me tied to
the bed, and forced me to, to take his penis into my mouth,
and made me suck him off.” Jennifer felt her stomach go queasy.
Alyssa went on, “The man almost raped me, but fortunately Steve
showed up, he pulled him off of me, then they fought and the man
fled. A few minutes later Jennie, Sarah and Heather
arrived.”
Poor Jennifer was all but overwhelmed at the
things she had just learned. She looked at Steve he just
sat there nonchalantly. Jennifer looked quizzically at
Alyssa, “What about the police, did you see a doctor,
aren’t you afraid the guy might come back?” Alyssa stared
into her cup of coffee, the police weren’t informed, I’m sure Steve
scared the guy off for good. Steve arranged for
a private doctor to visit me the next day.” The other girls
knew the true ending to the story but they decided Jennifer,
didn’t need to know, and was to young to handle a burden like
that. Bridget and Winona were told the truth, because of their
backgrounds and age. Winona was on the Board of Directors, of
the Polly Class Foundation, she was the young girl who was
kidnapped raped and killed in 1996. So Winona had no conscience
where rapists were concerned. Bridget was 34, and being a
member of the Fonda family, well she probably had a closet full
of skeletons to keep.
END of PART 6
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