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        Hello there, this is Dimitri, author of a number of stories but
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If you're under 18, get lost.  This is just an 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 anyone's 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 

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SHOWTIME - Catch a Falling Star

Part 8 - 3/3
(ff,mf,mff,mf,mf,)

        "You look sensational, Bridget." He gleamed. "Why thank you,
Steve." She beamed. "But I bet you say that to all the girls." Steve
smiled, "You're running with a high class crowd, but you are unique."
        He lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly, her response was warm
and firm. "Boy does that ever sound familiar." They both looked up to see
Jennifer and Sarah leaning over the railing at the top of the stairs,
dressed in a pair of smaller then would be wise towels, from down here he
could see both of their muffs quite clearly. Their wet hair wrapped up in
set of seemly bigger towels.  Sarah turned to Jennifer in a mocking
tone,"You're so special my dear." Jennifer replied in like, "You're my
only love." They gestured and laughed. Steve and Bridget smiled
at them,"I'm almost old enough to be your Father, and I can come up there
and paddle both of your butts."  The girls descended the
stairs, "You wish." Sarah challenged. "You had your chance." Jennifer
followed.
Steve stared at them, trying not to think how seductive they looked in
those towels, while he was in Bridget's arms. "You young kids today." He
said shaking his head. They ignored him and each gave Bridget a kiss
hello. She released Steve and looked around the room. "Looks like you
girls did okay today." Jennifer smiled, "Ya we got some really cool
stuff." She held up a cute little red dress, for Bridget to see. "Very
nice taste."  Steve's tongue almost touched the floor when he envisioned
how she would look in the outfit. "We'll see you guys at 9PM sharp, here's
the directions to my Dad's place, and the phone number." Sarah took the
paper and nodded.  "See you there." She replied.  "Well you all ready
Steve?" He grabbed his jacket and offered his arm.  Bridget slipped her
arm through his. "Mind your manners now. " Sarah smiled as she kissed him
like a mother. "And eat all your veggies." Jennifer said condescendingly.
Steve smirked and turned to make a quick grab for their towels. But the
girls being younger and faster they saw it coming, and put their arms
around their waists,quickly stepping back out of reach. "Pervert!" They
shouted at him.

Bridget pulled Steve towards the door, muttering something about child
molester. The pair got in her sky blue Cadillac. Steve asked her like a
teenage kid if he could drive.  She gave him the keys, "Be gentle." She
smiled. "Aren't I always?" Steve replied. Bridget rolled her blue eyes and
shook her head.

The car was a dream to drive, but then again weren't they all. As they
drove through L.A. and followed the highway through the San Fernando
Valley, Bridget chatted about her famous family. Telling Steve about their
past and present relations. Aunt Jane was coming to dinner and Winona's
parents too. She told him who was coming to the reception later. It sounded
like Oscar alumni reunion, except it was Uncle Jack and Uncle Dennis,
instead of Mr. Nicholson and Mr. Hopper. Steve smiled, "And me without my
autograph book."   Bridget looked at him daringly, "Don't be so tacky." She
gazed fondly at the man she was to introduce to her family, and friends,
a man she barely knew but had come to love and trust so quickly.

What was it about this virtual stranger that so captured her admiration,
and a desire to be close to. Could it be his confidence, charm,
sensitivity, or maybe it was his sexual prowess. " Wait a minute, what
if he's bisexual?" She thought to herself. "No he couldn't be, Oh God
that's why he seems so perfect." Then again she and the other girls were
bisexual, but that was different she reasoned.

Steve caught her staring at him, "Penny for your thoughts?"  She smiled
generously, "Oh nothing." He glanced over at her, "You're a good actress
Bridget, but not that good." She looked out the window trying to seem
nonchalant, "Mind if I ask you a personal question?"  He looked over and
grinned, "Sure go ahead." She looked back at him her piercing blue eyes
full of worry, Now please don't be mad at me for asking but, are
you...." Steve glanced over at her "Great he thought one of those
questions." He listened for the safe to drop. "Bisexual?"   It took a
second for the question to actually make it to his brain.

He glanced at her a couple of times, realizing that either answer might
be appropriate. He decided on the truth in a diplomatic manner. "Well
I've never done it with a man before, if that's what you're asking."
Bridget took that as a no, and breathed a huge sigh of relief. "What made
you ask that?" He smiled. "Just curious, I mean you are quite sexually
active, yet you're also quite reserved and very sensitive
towards others."  Steve grinned, "Let's just say before I met you ladies
I was almost a priest, and as for being sensitive, it only applies to
those I care about."  She smiled warmly, since I'm taking you to meet my
family, "Is there, anything about you I should know?" She queried.  "You
mean do I have any strange habits, history of mental illness, weird
beliefs?" She nodded, "Don't make it sound so bad." A sly look came over
his face, "Well I believe in U.F.O.s, I like to clip my toe nails at the
dinner table, oh and I think Elvis is still alive." Bridget frowned, "Cute,
really cute."

Steve shook his head "Bisexual, really. Wait until I get you alone, or
maybe I'll just take you on the table during the appetizer, that should
make the dinner conversation more interesting huh?" She made a face at
him, "Now you're just being crude." Steve glanced over "Sorry, I guess
you can't just pick up a tabloid, and read about my life history, or surf
the net, and find a fan page on me huh. I promise I'll tell you more
about me when I get a chance." He looked over at her soft from as the sun
light bounced off her golden hair, her sea blue eyes stared at the rows of
orange trees as they went by.  "Bridget?"  She turned her face slightly
as if caught in the middle of a daydream. "Huh?"  Steve continued, "Will
you be going back to your house in New York any time soon?" She shook her
head. "Not till maybe next March."
        "I've been thinking, I really don't need to be back in New York
until Monday, maybe I could take the next two days off and take kind of a
long weekend." Bridget shrugged her shoulders not wanting to appear to
eager. "Do you have any idea as to what your plans are?" She
said casually. He shrugged, "I don't know, I thought maybe we could..."
Bridget wondered "Well I don't know, I have an interview and photo shoot
tomorrow with a magazine. I was going to spend the weekend with my Dad in
Cancun.  Ever gone horseback riding?" Steve shook his head. " My Dad has a
300 acre ranch in Colorado. It's wonderful up there this time of the year,
and I have a mare named Carmel, interested?" Steve thought for a
second,"Well if your dad doesn't mind it sound great." Bridget let out
something between a squeal and a purr as she undid her seat belt and slid
across the seat to give him a big hug. "Now Bridget mind the State Transport
safety regulations. " He lectured.  "I'm sure my Dad will let me take you
to the ranch." She said, like a sixteen-year-old, who was hoping to get her
Fathers permission to borrow the car.
Were almost there, turn up this next right, Steve pulled off onto what
looked like a dirt road that went on for a mile. "How big is this place?"
He asked. "Only two hundred acres or so, we grow oranges here, and keep a
small stable of horses. I usually bring Carmel down here for the winter.
There's the driveway." She pointed out. Steve pulled up to a stone gateway
with an old style wrought iron gate. There was a camera a top one of the
posts, and a small control box with a key card slot and speaker. Bridget
leaned across Steve as she inserted the card and entered the code. Steve
wanted to slide his hand up her dress, but was mindful of the camera
pointing down at them. Wouldn't want to make a bad first impression on
the hosts. Instead he used his left hand which was under her body to cop a
cheap feel of her breast as she moved in front of him. She finished
entering the code and pulled back from him. "Charming, I'm bringing home
exactly the kind of guy my Dad always warned me about."  Steve smiled as
the gate opened and he drove through. 
The driveway itself was long over a hundred yards ending in a parking
circle big enough for twenty cars, the house was a popular Spanish style
three story structure with the usual red tiled roof, and white adobe
finish. Bridget pointed him to a parking spot. Turning off the engine he
handed her then keys, she kissed him on the cheek. "What was that for?"
Steve queried. "Luck, just relax and don't let anyone intimidate you."
Steve began to worry.
        They got out of the car and walked up the wide front steps, about
half way up the door opened and the family came out to meet them. Bridget
ran forward and gave her Dad and Mom a big hug, then her Stepmother, Aunt
Jane and Uncle Ted.  Then she turned around as Steve reached the top of the
stairs. "Every body I'd like you to meet Mr. Steve Colt." She
then introduced Steve to her family most of whom he knew by reputation
except for her mother Susan, and stepmother Becky. Steve was really shocked
to meet Ted Turner. Owner of the biggest media corporations in the world,
his companies included Fox, Time/Warner, and CNN. He had just donated one
billion dollars to the United Nations. Peter Fonda shook Steve hand and
then gave him a big hug, like one of the non-pretentious down to earth
characters, he always played.  "I can only offer my family's thanks for
saving our Bridget's life and that of her friend, we're gratefully indebted
to you Mr. Colt." All Steve could think of saying was, "You're welcome, and
call me Steve."  Bridget's mother Susan gave him a bone crushing hug that
only a mother give, her stepmother and aunt were a bit more gentle. Steve
could see that Jane Fonda still managed to retain a hint of her younger
glamour. Ted gave him a firm strong manly handshake. Peter ushered them
all into the house, "You're the first ones here Winona's family should be
here soon."
The inside of the house was decorated in a western country motif it was
large and open inside, one wall was dominated by the large stone
fireplace.  The living room had the typical high ceiling and heavy wooden
beams. A set of stairs went up on wall to an open second floor. Opposite
that at the back of the house were a set of large sliding doors which lead
out on to a huge wooden deck. The group settled into the living room, Peter
ushering Steve over to the bar, "Care for an apéritif?"  Steve gave a slight
nod "Scotch on the rocks, please." Peter held up a bottle of 50-year-old
whisky. Steve nodded. "Ted?" Mr. Turner looked up from his conversation
with Bridget and Susan, "Ya thanks."  Mrs. Fonda and Jane went into the
kitchen, Steve could hear them rattling pots and pans. Peter poured the
drinks handing one to Steve and one to Ted who came over and got it. Steve
noted that Peter had a club soda. Just then the phone rang. Peter excused
himself. "That reminds me I do have an important call to make before
dinner, if you'll pardon me Steve." Steve smiled, "Of course." 
Bridget popped up off the couch, "Would you like a tour of the house?"
He nodded "Sure this is a great place." She looked over her shoulder at
her mom, "Wanna come with us?" Susan shook her head, "I'll wait here for
our other guests, but you two go ahead." She took Steve by the arm and
dragged him down the hall. The place was huge it had seven bedrooms, four
baths, a large rec. room, two kitchens, a screening room and a den. The
last room Bridget took him to, looked like that of a teenage girl, it had
a white four poster bed complete with canopy and matching dresser drawers.
It was painted pink with pictures of horses on the wall. "This was my
room when I came to visit Dad, after they got divorced. You know you're
the only guy I've ever been able to get up here." Bridget giggled. Steve
smiled and pushed her towards the bed, she pressed her hands against his
chest. "NO, Don't even think about it. My parents are right downstairs,
Steve!"
His arms enfolded her buttocks, picking her up off the floor. Bridget moved
her hands up his chest and around his neck.  Her dress road up high on her
thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They closed their eyes and
moved their lips closer, "Oh God, I can't believe I'm doing this..." She
whispered. He walked over to the bed, pulling down the short zipper at the
back of her dress.  Bridget got down from him and slipped the straps from
her shoulders in a provocative manner. The dress slid down her pale form
and gathered in a bunch around her ankles. She stepped out of the material
and turned her back to him. Stretching her hands up she grabbed the top of
the bedpost where it joined the canopy. Steve kneeled behind her pulling
aside the crotch of her purple satin bikini panties. He tongue made her
shudder with expectancy, it only took a few laps to ease her passion. He
got up and unbuckled his pants, woody ready as always was raring to go.
Reaching around the front he rubbed her stomach with one hand and opened
her panties with the other. Leaning forward her pressed the dome of his
cock against her vulva. Still clutching the bedpost, she arched her back
and impaled herself on the tip of his dick. "Ohh yaaa!" Bridget quitely
moaned. Steve pleasured her with the rest of his prick as it slipped into
her warm inviting vagina, like a shell into a breech. Knowing they had but
a few minutes, they rutted silently like a pair of dogs. His fingers playing
her clit and nipples like piano keys.  Steve stoked Bridget long, hard, and
fast. Their hearts beating faster, Bridget cunt snapped down on his cock
with a vice like grip. "Ohhhhhh ...fuck Steve II'mmm....cuummmiing." He
shot his load into her womb, which took it like a warm drink. "BRIDGET!!!!"
Her mother's voice stopped them cold, like a Lada hitting a cement wall at
100 mph.
She called from downstairs. "CUUUUMMMING MOTHEEEER!" Bridget screamed
back over his shoulder, out of breath.  They quickly cleaned up with some
kleenex and got dressed. She gave him a quick kiss and smoothed her dress.
The two tromped downstairs to see Winona and her parents standing in the
front hall. The two families had met before on several occasions, mostly at
the Oscars or other awards ceremonies, this was their first private get
together. Bridget could feel a bit of his semen trickle down her left
thigh as she walked over to meet them.
Winona was dressed in a stunning form hugging black dress that ended just
above the knees. The outfit was sleeveless, with straps that tied around
the back of the neck leaving it backless. The front was modest with a
high neckline. Bridget greeted her lover, and her parents with a polite
kiss. Steve followed her like a shy child. Winona stepped up to him giving
him a social peck on the cheek. "Very nice to meet you again Mr.Colt, I'd
like to meet my parents Cindy and Michael Horowitz.  Mom and dad Mr. Steven
Colt." Steve almost collapsed under the force of Winona's mother's hug, her
father must have shaken his hand for a full thirty seconds.  They were
even more down to earth than Peter Fonda, they looked like aged hippies.
The Susan came out of the kitchen and announced that dinner was ready, so
Peter and Becky ushered everyone into the dining room.  The girls followed
behind everyone else, "You'd better get that just fucked look off you face
before you mom sees it." Winona whispered. Bridget struggled to hide the
smile. "And while you're at it you might want to do something about the
snail trail down your leg."  Bridget stopped and looked down at her legs.
        "Gotcha." Her friend smirked.
        The room was large and well lit by the natural light coming through
the large tinted windows along one wall. Steve was seated at the head of
the table with the girls on either side, next to Winona sat her mother,
father, and Becky. Next to Bridget sat her mother Susan, Uncle Ted, and
Aunt Jane. Peter took his seat at the other end of the table.  As the
group sat Peter asked Winona's father to give the blessing.  Saying a
short Jewish prayer he thank God for the food as well as the timely
intervention of Steve into their daughter's lives.
Dinner was already on the table and everyone was told to dig in, the menu
had been carefully prepared not to offend the Horowitz's sensitivity.  But
since they weren't orthodox Jews it wasn't a real problem. The dinner
conversation began with Steve telling them about himself and his family.
Mr. Turner was really interested in Steve's career with Jane's Magazine.
        "That magazine is the "Vogue" of the military community, tried to
buy it once, couldn't get enough shares for a hostile takeover." Everybody
laughed like to boss had just told a joke. Before the discussion got too
deep into his military career, Steve managed to direct the conversation to
safer ground. By engaging the families in questions about themselves, being
careful to avoid interview type questions like "How did she get started in
acting?" Steve was right about Winona's parents they were into the Hippie
scene long before it was a scene. Her father strangely enough was a
librarian her mother some kind of a scholar of Buddhism, Hinduism anything
that was spiritual and exotic.  (I said exotic not erotic. Get your mind's
out of the gutter.)
        Eventually the table talk came around to the "accident." They had
heard the girl's version of what happen that fateful day. But they eagerly
wanted to know Steve's side of the story.  By this time they had just
finished dessert of Baked Alaska, which Bridget had made herself. "All
that talent and she can cook to." Steve grinned innocently. Bridget blushed
under the double-edged compliment. It took most of Winona's acting ability
not to start giggling, "And how about you Winona, are you any good in the
kitchen?" Steve turned to ask smiling. "Oh I can manage pretty well thank
you." She smiled back casually as her shoe connected with his shin. Steve
didn't even flinch.
        "Winona is a great cook Steve," her mother interjected,"She does
a wonderful thing with zucchini."
        "I'd like to try that sometime." He said with interest.
        "Mother!" Winona whined. Steve smiled politely,"I'd like to try
it sometime." Winona smiled back at him and gave him another kick under
the table.
        Steve sipped at his coffee, while giving his account of the tale
easily down playing any heroics, simply because there were none. Also he
didn't want to upset the girls by dredging up bad memories, especially
Bridget. The only amazing part of the story to him is that he was there at
all. "Never the less we're all thankful you chose the road less taken."
Peter Fonda raised his cup and made a toast to Steve.
"Listen after dinner we have a small reception planned, nothing big only
about seventy people, all very dear friends we like you to meet. Hope you
don't mind." Peter asked. "Not at all Bridget already told me about it. I'm
flattered." Steve countered. "If were done here let's all adjourn to the
veranda." Becky suggested.
Out of habit Steve got up and carried his plate into the kitchen before
anyone could say anything.  Bridget and Winona smiled and followed suite.
They could hear their parents behind them gossiping. Steve looked around
the immense main kitchen, for the dishwasher. Hearing the fall of
approaching footsteps, he turned to see the girls. "Okay I give up, were
to these go?" Bridget nodded, "Sinks over there." It took ten steps to get
to the sink. "Your families seem to be a nice bunch." Steve said rinsing
off the dishes in the sink. "We're glad you approve Mr. Colt." Winona said
quietly, mindful of the echo that kitchens carried. "They like you too,
should have seen the looks on their faces when you left the room."  Bridget
whispered.
        Just then the ladies headed by Susan came into the kitchen,"Oh
Bridget you shouldn't let Steve be doing that!" Steve could remember hearing
other mothers say that before, but not quite in the same context. Bridget
looked over at her mom, "He insisted." She replied weakly, taking a glass
and putting it in the machine. Steve turned around, "It's all right,
Ma'am something about doing dishes helps me relax." Becky smiled, none the
less, you're the guest, why don't you girls take Steve outside and we'll be
along in a few minutes.  The girls lead Steve out to the back of the house
where they found Ted and Michael discussing Asian economics out on the
deck. The two men looked over and waved. "Where's my Dad?" Bridget asked
curiously. "Upstairs." Uncle Ted motioned. She turned to her friends, to
excuse herself and returned inside.
        The deck which was on the lower level was about thirty yards long,
the same length of the house, and ten yards wide, with as short set of wide
steps in the middle leading to the garden. The garden had a winding stone
path which looped around the two large stone fountains and numerous plants
trees and flowerbeds. It went back fifty yards from the edge of the deck,
ending where the orange orchard began, with its rows of orange trees as
far as could be seen. The sun was just about to set over the mountains
in the distance.
        Winona and Steve sat down at a nearby table, "I never did ask how
you two became friends." He pondered. She smiled, "Well typical story, we
met at an audition, I had just arrived in L.A. a month before, didn't
really know anyone. She invited me over to her mom's place and that was
it." Steve scratched his chin, "Who got the role?" Winona grinned, "Drew
Barrymore. But Bridget's got her Dad to get me into a couple of more
auditions and after four months I got my first paying job. She's a really
strong person, it's not easy when people expect you to be part of a legacy.
In a way she had a tougher start than I did, always being compared to her
father or grandfather. It took her awhile to get over that, she just needed
time.  Her family gets like that, did you know that her grandmother
committed suicide, and also the women she's named after, her
Dad's stepsister." Steve shook his head, "Your not saying that Bridget
is...."
Winona waved her hand, "No, but some times she does let her feelings get
the better of her." He smiled grimly, "This should be an interesting
weekend." Winona blinked, "You're not going back to New York?"
        "Colorado, if her Dad approves." He shrugged. She
smiled secretively, "Thanks, it'll do her a world of good." Steve looked
at her, "I don't know how I'm going to explain this the others."  Winona
put up her hand, "I'll tell them, I'm sure they'll understand." Steve
grinned, "Even Conan?" She laughed, "I'm sure Alyssa will be okay with it,
but if not you'll have face her on your own." He frowned, "Ouch, I rather
be thrown to the lions."
Bridget appeared in the doorway, her Father was right behind her. She came
out, he motioned for Steve to come in. She gave him a little smile as they
passed.  Peter took Steve into his den, like the rest of the house it was
decorated with old west artifacts. Steve closed the door as he entered.
Peter sat on the oak desk and gestured for Steve to sit in one of the
padded red leather chairs.  He could help but notice the large oak gun
cabinet in the corner. It had glass doors, he could see at least two hunting
rifles with high powered scopes, several shotguns, a couple of
old Remington repeaters. "After the accident, the girls stayed with us at
the ranch for a week. Bridget would wake up in the middle of the night,
upset, scared." Steve looked surprised, "Is she okay now?" Peter nodded,
"She's improved, but... well Becky and I, think it might be a good idea
for you two to spend the weekend at our ranch in Colorado. My daughter
seems to feel comfortable with you, more settled. Miss Ryder also thought
it might be good for her to spend some time with her, if you could take
the time. "Steve stood up, "I understand, near death experiences can be
quite traumatic. I'd be delighted to spend the weekend with her." Steve
could hardly believe he had said that in front of her Father. Peter stood
up and they shook hands, "We'll make travel arrangements tomorrow." Steve
turned to head for the door, "One last thing Steve. " Peter placed a hand
on his shoulder, "Oh,oh." Steve thought. "Here's the if you touch my little
girl I'll have your legs broken speech." Instead Mr. Fonda said, "Bridget
thinks this is her idea, we'd like to keep it that way." Steve smiled out
of relief, "Very good."
By the time they rejoined the group, the deck was setup with food and
drinks. A few of the guests and already arrived, it was 8:45PM. The patio
lights clicked on. Becky handed Steve a drink, "Is it all settled?" Steve
looked at her and nodded, "Listen we're planning to make a small
presentation to you, but prior to that we'll introduce to people simply
as Steve a friend of the Horowitz's okay?" He smiled "I'm not much good at
this pretend stuff but I'll try."
As the guests drifted in Steve talked with Winona parents, this kept him
out of the way, since most people would be engaged by one of the Fonda's,
or Miss Ryder.  Steve was careful to watch when one of the girls arrived.
Heather came first, with Alyssa in tow. Heather was dressed in white and
Alyssa in black, very nice dresses with matching patterned jackets. They
showed little cleavage, and not too much leg.  Jennie arrived next with
Tiffany Amber Theissen, Shannon Dorhety, and Tori Spelling.  They looked
to die for, well Jennie did. She was wearing a demure red skirt with a
white blouse and matching waistcoat. Tori was wearing a loud yellow one
piece dress that was cut quite low in the front, Steve couldn't believe
the size of her tits, they had to be 38DD at least. Tiffany was a bit more
daring in a black skirt and black shear blouse with a nice lacy bra slip
underneath. Her breasts were almost as big as Tori's. Shannon on the other
hand was very conservative in her ocean blue pantsuit. The last of thegirls to arrive where Sarah and Jennifer. Sarah looked dashing in a light
cream colored dress with small white birds, the dress was sleeveless but
a large blue patterned scarf covering her shoulders was tied in a knot at
the front. Jennifer wore a deep green skirt with a dark blue blouse and
jacket looking almost grown up. Steve was a tad dissappointed she wasn't
wearing that little red number, but glad she had the sense not to. That
would have caused a lot of whiplash, not to mention marital disruptions
tonight. Not one of the girls looked his way, but he knew they had seen
him.  Steve saw few famous faces in the crowd, Jack Nicholson who made an
entrance. Glenn Close was elegantly attired as always, wasn't that Robert
Redford she was talking to? He looked so plain and short.  He could see Al
Pacino trading jokes with Gary Oldman. Sigourney Weaver was taller than he
expected, she was one of the few stars to come straight over to Winona's
parent's, Steve was surprised at the firmness of her handshake. Mary Stuart
Masterson was just adorable, he hoped he could work her into his private
club. Charlie Sheen arrived with Ginger Lynne, they must be back together.
Man did she ever look good in real life. (Not that he ever watched those
kinds of movies) Steve hated to admit it but the former porn star could
even make Heather look plain. Steve tried not to stare at her too much, if
the girls caught him it would be, "Asta la vista baby." They'd cook his
bacon real good. The Leighs arrived together, Jennifer Jason, Janet, and
Jamie Lee Curtis. They each looked stunning. Among the others he could
recognize where Steve Spielberg, Eric Stolz, John Hurt, Drew Barrymore,
Dennis Quaid his wife Meg Ryan, Joanne Whaley and Val Kilmer.  The rest of
the faces seemed only slightly familiar to him, Winona's folks introduced
him to, Johnny Depp, Kurt Russell, and his wife Goldie Hawn. Other people
he couldn't recognize were spouses or business acquaintances.
To Steve's surprise Francis Ford Coppla came over and said hello to the
Horowitz's as well.  Steve watched as the girls worked the room like pros,
Jennifer Love and Sarah Michelle were garnering, a lot of attention from
the single, and not so single men in the room. (Like they had a chance huh.)
Troi Spelling was also quite popular, up until the time her Mom and Dad,
producer Aaron Spelling came in. Ted Turner had a crowd of men around him,
Sidney Portier, Tom Hanks, and Robin Williams. Peter was talking to Dennis
Hopper, and Clint Eastwood. Jennie was off in one corner talking to a young
girl with sandy blonde hair a Jessica Biel someone, and Helen Hunt.
Heather was listening to some big older guy named Paul, talk about his
current work, while Bridget seemed to discussing fashion the man's daughter,
(ya right) Mira Sorvino. Winona was talking with Ron Howard, it looked like
he was after her for his next movie. Steve looked around for Alyssa, she
was sitting on a couch with an dark haired woman, Patricia Richardson and
Jamie Lee. Jane Fonda was sitting opposite them with Janet Leigh. The house
filled up quickly, a low murmur hovered over the crowd.  Jane, Becky and
Peter checked that all the guests had arrived. Then gathered everyone
together and settled the crowd down, only about thirty or so people could
sit in the living room the rest had to stand. Peter, Ted, and Winona's
father Michael walked to the massive fireplace and faced the crowd. Peter
Fonda waved for the wives, and girls to come forward. They stood just in
front of their families, looking like a pair of awkward teenage girls
instead of the seasoned film stars they really were. Peter Fonda
started,"Let me say I'm very glad you could all join us in this private
gathering tonight, Becky and I have known many of you for a long time and
consider all of you family." People looked around and for the first time
realized just how selective the guest list was, this wasn't just another
Hollywood bash. There were some big names missing, who normally would have
been present without question.
        "As you all already know, we're here tonight to celebrate the gift
of life, that of my daughter Bridget, and Cindy and Micheal's Winona.
As you may recall they were involved in a near fatal car accident a couple
of weeks ago.  Saved only by the grace of God and what some people call
fate. Not to put to fine a point on it, as you have learned through the
news media, and from the girls, we did in fact lose Bridget for a few
minutes. But thankfully, the person who rescued both of them knew C.P.R.
Peter put his arm around Bridget as she shook slightly. Winona began to
look a bit uncomfortable a sliver of guilt still remained with her, she
reached over and held her companion's hand.  Peter continued, "There was
much speculation in the papers about who this mysterious Good Samaritan
was, and how he vanished the next day. The only thing even more heart
wrenching than the losing children, is not being able to give thanks to
someone who risked his own life to save them. Well tonight were doubly
blessed not only by the presence of our daughters, but that of their
Guardian Angel. The group looked around to see who didn't belong.
        "Steve come on up here."
        Steve made his way from the back like a waiter at a convention.
The crowd was surprised to say the least. He settled in between and just
behind the girls who gave him an affectionate hug and kiss as he greeted
them. It did not go unnoticed by their mothers. He stood between Peter and
Michael each shaking his hand again. The girls had good places as tears
began to well up in their eyes. Winona's father began to speak as Steve
turned to face the group. "We have already spoke with Steve been told his
story, in his own modest way.  I think he will be surprised to know that
Peter and I went down to the accident site, we were present when my
daughters vehicle was pulled out of the river. It was under ten feet of
water sitting in three feet of mud, the current was quite cold, and swift,
not to be taken lightly. I'm pretty sure that a man of your wisdom knew
that when stood there on the bank of that river."
Steve looked around, "I guess the question everyone's wondering is why I
did what I did. Mostly it was out of, instinct, reaction and fear."
Everyone was puzzled at Steve's last remark.  He continued, "I guess the
instinct came from my years in the Marines, the need to do something
anything, but just stand there and watch. The reaction, well I knew that
if it was one of my loved ones in that predicament, I would have wanted
someone to at least try, if nothing else, just make the attempt. And as
for the fear, I didn't want to wake up everyday for the rest of my life
wondering could I have made a difference, did I do the right thing. I
guess that's why I jumped in when I did. I don't know who was more scared,
me or the girls. The look on Miss Ryder's face when she saw me outside the
car, was as shocked as the look I must have give her when they introduced
themselves."  The crowd let out a small up lifting laugh. Ted stepped
forward, "As a small token of our appreciation. On behalf of the both
families, It is my privilege to present you with heartfelt gratitude,
this check for one million dollars." Ted Turner handed Steve the check
and shook his hand. He looked down at the slip of paper in his unsteady
hand, the memo line simply read, "For services rendered." He looked at
the Winona and Bridget. They smiled and put their arms around him. Peter
hushed the crowd down to a quite murmur as they waited for Steve to speak.
Steve took a deep breath, he had just won the lottery. He looked out at
the group of people gathered before him, and had a strange sensation of
them watching him rather than the other way around.
Steve waved the paper around over his head, "Any one want to make a
movie?" George Lucas yelled from the back, "Sure can you come up with
another 99 millon?" The crowd broke into applause and laughter, it took
another couple of minutes to get their attention. Peter put his hand on
Steve's shoulder, "That's a lot of dreams there, have any idea how your
going to spend it?" A hush came over the crowd, "I know exactly how." He
knew he couldn't accept the money, nor could he refuse it, so he decided
to spend it as fast as possible.
        He took a step forward bringing Winona and Bridget with him, he
was going to need their support for a change. "Ladies and gentlemen, I
graciously accept this money, and in the spirit in which it was given."
He looked at it once more, one-million-dollars made payable to Mr. S. Colt.
He knew he'd never see those words again in his whole damn life, he lifted
his head to look at the girls. "I would like to donate this money in equal
portions to four separate charities, in the names of Winona Ryder and
Bridget Fonda. "The girls looked stunned, the group let out a collective
gasp. "Steve you don't have to do that." They both whispered.
He looked them softly, "It's okay." Bridget looked at him sternly, "This
is your chance to be set for the rest of your life." He smiled, "The price
is too high." Both of the girls realized what he was getting at, though
they found it hard to believe there was no solution. Peter stepped up
behind Steve, "I admire your generosity, but please don't do this on our
behalf. Not one person here can begrudge you for accepting the money you
earned it, and if you ask me we got the better part of the deal." Steve
turned his head slightly and smiled, "It's okay Mr. Fonda, I have my
reasons, please understand." Peter nodded and patted him on the
back,"Okay it's your call."
        As the crowd stood silent, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Steve recomposed himself and continued. He checked the girls they looked
either bewildered, or sad. "As I was saying in the names of Bridget and
Winona." The girls looped their arms through his and put on a smile. I
would like to donate this check in $250,000 increments to four separate
charities. He looked at Winona, "Miss Ryder, would you please accept my
donation of  $250,000 to the Polly Class Foundation for Missing Children."
For possibly the first time in her life Winona was speechless. Accepting
the check She nodded joyfully and hugged him big time, then in front of
everyone kissed him gratuitously on the lips. The crowd loved it. Steve
tried to respond without too much passion. "Thank you, Thank you Steve."
Winona cried like she had just won an Oscar. She wiped her face while
Steve went on,"Miss Fonda would you accept my next donation to
the Research Center for Mental Health, Bridget threw her arms around
his neck,"You are going to get so fucked this weekend." She whispered.
Steve smiled, returning her hug. The third donation I would like to make
is the P.E.T.A. I believe its People for Ethical Treatment of Animals."
Jennie got up and came forward. "Mr. Colt." She smiled "If I may, my
name is Jennie Garth, I happen to be a spokes person for PETA." She walked
up and offered her hand, Steve shook it, "On behalf of PETA, I would like
to thank you for your most generous gift." In front of everyone she kissed
him firmly on the cheek.  Steve grinned, a slight blush filled
his cheeks,"Your most welcome Miss Garth." Last but not least a donation
of $250,000 to Amnesty International." He looked at the group
expectantly,"No takers?" He said jokingly.
He was really surprised when Alyssa stood up, so was everyone else. She
sauntered forward slowly, every guy in the room looking at her luscious
form. It was like Marilyn Monroe herself had just walked in. Stopping
in front him she held out her hand, he took it gently, "Mr. Colt, my name
is Alyssa Milano." Steve tried to keep himself from being drawn into her
deep hazel eyes. "I'm not an official spokes person, or anything for
Amnesty International. But on behalf of all those in need of sanctuary
and protection, I would like to thank you for your wonderful compassion."
It was a touching speech, she leaned forward and kissed him softly on both
cheeks. Some of the women began to cry. "Your most welcome Alyssa." He
whispered.
Many in the audience thought it was just a quick stunt by Alyssa to get
attention, even so a some like Mr. Spelling gave her credit for fast
thinking and guts. Mr. Horowitz produced a small camera and asked it was
okay to take a picture for the family album. Steve was a bit uncomfortable
but since the Fonda's went along he didn't object. Steven Spielberg
volunteered to take the picture, the women sat in the front with the men
standing behind them.
The crowd broke into one last round of applause, and Mr. & Mrs. Fonda
announced that there was a buffet on the deck. Many people came forward
at once to shake Steve's and hug the girls. Jack Nicholson and Dennis
Hopper where first in line, it took twenty minutes for Steve to work
his way out of the melee. The girls all managed to get Steve alone to
talk shortly after, their responses were, "Are you nuts?" from Jennifer
and Sarah, to "That must have hurt." from Heather and Alyssa.
Jennie walked Steve out of the room under the pretense of telling him all
about PETA.  She took him to an empty bedroom. Steve closed the door
behind them and locked it. "That was with out a doubt the most noble, and
foolish gesture, I have ever seen in my life. One million dollars is a
lot of money, even to me." She said wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You know I can't keep the money. Someone finds out I have a bank account
in the Cayman Islands, there would have been a lot of questions to answer,
and maybe if they got lucky or were thorough. They would have found out
about all of you, and I'm not going to risk that." He leaned down and
tasted her full lips. "Never the less my furry friends and I are indebted
to you, $250,000 is more money than PETA has had in the last two years
put together. You knew I was involved with them didn't you." She said
inquisitively.
He smiled, "It's my job remember." She broke the bond and stepped back
from him, "Well my furry little friends want to thank you personally."
Jennie cooed as she lifted her red skirt to reveal the black stockings,
garter belt, and red thong panties she was wearing. "Well, like what you
see?" She purred. "Woof?" He replied. Dropping the hem of her skirt, she
walked out onto the balcony, it was at the side of the house. The darkness
of the night enveloped them. Jennie stood looking out, her soft white hands
gripping the wooden railing. Steve stood behind her as she widened her
stance, he lifted up the back of her skirt. She reached back and unzipped
his pants extracting his meat, stroking it gently. Steve knelt down behind
her and licked Jennie from her waist to her snatch and back again. His
tongue making her shiver as it glided down the crack of her ass, kissing
her vulva at each contact. A wetness seeped from between her legs, as a
moan escaped her lips. She pushed his head into her sex as he ate her
hors d'oeuvre. When she was wetter than a fish, Jennie turned around and
sank to her knees. Steve stood up, placing his hands on the rail behind
her. She looked up and gave him a glamorous smiled of white perfect teeth
as his cock entered her mouth. He rocked back and forth on his heels as
Jennie wrapped her tongue around his dick in her usual proficient manner.
After a few gentle sucks and quiet licks, Jennie stopped short before she
got a mouthful. Not that she would have minded, but this time she wanted
him to cum in her cunt.
Steve helped her to her feet and turned her around Jennie raised the back
of her skirt for him exposing her white tight ass for his viewing and
entertainment pleasure. She spread her feet wider as he penetrated her
cunt with his manly rod. "Ohhh yaaa..you brrring out the tramp in meeee.
Treat me like your private whore, and take me like a bitch.." Steve stepped
in closer as Jennie took his length, he put one hand around her waist and
other on the railing beside hers.  Jennie wiggled around on his cock like
a hooked fish as Steve thrust her slow and hard.  Their lips kissed in a
search for lust. She let out little gasps each time her pussy settled at
the base of his cock, flexing her trimmed long legs as she was fucked
from behind like a whore in an ally. Her vaginal cavity rippling with
pulses of sensation. As she felt her lover drive her cunt walls apart
again, and again. Only to have her tightly wound pussy press the foreign
object back.
Steve grunted as his thrusts became faster and higher. Poor Jennie was
being lifted to her toes, even in the two-inch heels that wore.  Fortunately
the fear of being discovered at any moment heightened her emotional
erotic sensitivity, her pelvis heaved violently as her orgasm erupted,
when Steve set off her G-spot, almost bucking her off the balcony. Good
thing they had a tight grip on that railing. "Here's another donation for
you to take to the bank Miss Garth." Steve's cock emptied the last of its
reserves into Jennies open womb, spreading warmth throughout her entire
body.  She collapsed into his arms, pivoting on his still ridged penis,
while he nipped at her neck. Feeling himself soften within her, Steve with
drew his spent prick and let her skirt drop back into place. Jennie turned
around and kissed him deeply with a passion of a thousand angels. "I'll
keep that one for myself." She mused. He held her hands as she bent down
on her knees and took his limp cock into her warm mouth once again.
Jennies talented tongue licked their juices from his dick as she deep
throated him several times. If he had anymore to give he would have cum
down her throat in a second. Steve helped her up and put his arm around
her waist as the walked back into the room. "Thanks Jen that was
unforgettable." She smiled slyly, "For quarter of a million bucks it
had better be."  She shook her blonde locks, "The things I do for charity."
They both laughed and headed back downstairs.  Jennie squeezed her thighs
together as she felt his cum leaking from her pussy.
Heather met them in the hall. "And where have you two been, or should I
ask?" Jennie smiled "I was just telling Mr. Colt, more about how PETA
works, and thanking him again for his financial assistance."  Heather
looked down the long hall and gently backed Jennie against the wall.
Smiling at her she placed a hand on her leg and moved it up under the
smaller blondes skirt. Jennie's eyes went wide as she watched for somone
coming. "Heather." She whispered. Steve froze not sure of Heathers intent.
Jennie let out a small yelp as older women inserted a finger into her
still wet cum soaked pussy, and twirled it around. Heather pulled it out
quickly and brought the slimey mixture to her lips, "Mmmmmmmmhh not a bad
year." She grinned evilly. Jennies sighed well if that's what you wanted
why didn't you just ask?" She said raising her skirt."Shit!" Steve whispered
what are you two doing!" The girls looked at him and grinned, "You just
keep watch tiger, you had your fun." Heather told him. She then sank to
her knees and proceeded to lick his cum from her friends dripping snatch.
Jennie widened her stance and leaned back against the wall. Using her and
fingers to open up Jennie wide, Heather probed deep with her tongue licking
the sperm from Jennie's walls.
"Mmmmh..yaa get it all Heather." She said bucking on her freinds face. Jen
had another smaller orgasm. Heather was careful not to smear her makeup,
after she was done, she gave Jennie wet tongue wrenching kiss that made
Steve green with envy. "Thanks Heather." Jennie said dreamily. "What are
friends for." She responded,"By the way Patricia Richardson is outside
asking for you." Jennie nodded. "Come on Steve, I'll introduce you to
around some more." Heather offered. "Oh one more thing" Heather cautioned
as she pulled her hand out of her pocket. "Breath mint?" She said offering
them to Jennie. They both giggled. Jennie replied taking two, Heather took
one herself, as did Steve shaking his head. "Thanks again Steve really your
that greatest." Jen said giving him a parting kiss. He grinned
widely,"Worth every penny Miss Garth." Her hand swung out at empty air as
Heather yanked him away.
Heather escorted Steve down the hall, "Well you're quite a hit tonight.
The women think you're adorable, the men are respectful but they have
their suspicions." Steve flinched. "About the money." She continued. "Some
suspect you're secretly wealthy, others think you're trying to con your
way into the Fonda /Turner fortune." Steve laughed, "Anymore interesting
gossip?" Heather grinned, "They're trying to figure out which one of the
two you're sleeping with. Many think it's Bridget, others suspect Winona,
the rest are convinced you're too nice of a guy, so you must be gay." Steve
looked at her sternly. "Hey don't look at me like that. I didn't start it."
She giggled. "Maybe you could flirt with me a bit and I could...." She
looked at him sideways, "You'd love that wouldn't you."  He grinned
sheepishly, "Just a thought."
Entering the main parlor they discovered most people had gone outside,
Tori Spelling, Meg Ryan, and Mira Sorvino were sitting on a couch talking.
Glenn Close was nearby with Danny Glubber, and Jack Lemmon. Steve made a
beeline for the trio on the couch, "Behave yourself. "Heather whispered."
Steve answered out of the corner of his mouth, "Yes mother." Meg Ryan
looked up, as they approached "Hi Heather." In a voice that belied her
cute button nose and ice blue eyes. Heather made the introductions, Steve
almost looked at Tori's tits while shaking her hand they looked a lot
bigger up close. Mira Sorovino was a slim elegant figure, extremely
attractive in her short white front buttoned dress. Although her boobs
were much smaller than Miss Spellings, her long sexy legs more than made
up for it. He was surprised how intelligent she was, Tori was a little
lacking in that department, course she didn't need brains.  As Steve was
talking to the girls, Bridget came over with Eric Stoltz and introduced
them. Heather and Meg excused themselves going outside to get some air.
After a while Bridget noticed that Tori was flirting with Steve, casually
adjusting the straps of her top, spilling wine on her breasts, giving him
little "Fuck me!" looks when she thought Bridget wasn't looking. Bridget
made the excuse of wanting to Steve to meet someone else and pried him
away from the group.  "Nice girl that Miss Spelling." He mused as the
walked out of earshot. Bridget groaned and mumbled something
about,"Silicone brain implants."
Out on the deck people were eating, some dancing to the low blues music
piped outside. A cool breeze swept through the night, as the garden
glowed under the soft exterior lights hung in the trees. Looking for
the others, he saw Sarah talking with Jennifer Jason-Leigh, and Helen
Hunt. Winona was eating at a table with Val and Joanne Kilmer, while
Jennifer was dancing with Johnny Depp and Alyssa was dancing with Brad
Pitt. Bridget pulled Steve out onto the dance floor, it was  "Strangers
in the night." She felt soft and light in his arms, "Hey you're a pretty
good dancer." She exclaimed. He smiled, "Officer training school, and
you're very good yourself." She blushed, "Finishing school." People
remarked how well they moved together.  "Enjoying yourself?" She asked
timidly. "Your family has some very nice friends. I can't believe who
I met tonight, I shook hands with Clint Eastwood, Sigourney Weaver kissed
me!" He smiled like a schoolboy. Bridget smiled, "Uncle Clint, gave me my
first pony on my 10th birthday." Steve looked at her, "Uncle Clint!" They
moved closer together almost touching, he could see the pale moonlight
reflecting from her eyes. She couldn't see a damn thing in his.
The song ended and the two walked over to the railing. They gazed out
at the garden, fountains trickled water, into the small ponds, which
glimmered in the soft light. "Whose that down there with Heather and
Jennie?" Steve asked. Bridget peered at the three standing at the bottom
of the lawn. "I don't know." Steve saw something that didn't quite look
right. "Do Jennie and Heather smoke?" He asked casually. She shook her
head. He held Bridget by the upper arm, and whispered into her ear as he
turned her around towards the house. "Go find your Father, get him out
here now." A look of bewilderment dropped over her face.  Before she
could ask why he was gone. Bridget went back into the house. Steve turned
and left, walking quickly down the steps to the lawn. Taking the snaking
pathway around the flowerbeds and fountains. He was ten yards away from
the trio, the man had his back to him.
Bridget found her dad in the kitchen with Steven Spielberg and Uncle Ted.
Peter smiled at her when he saw her come in, then frowned as he saw the
look on her face.  All three men stopped talking, "What's wrong honey?" He
inquired. "There's this guy outside, at the bottom of the garden with Jen
and Heather. I don't know who he is." "Steve thinks there's something
wrong, he's gone down there to......" BANG!! BANG!! They all turned to
look in the direction of the sounds, Bridget ran for the door before anyone
could garb her.  BRIDGET!" Peter yelled after her, then he and Ted ran
too.
The sound of gunfire rang out the people on the deck froze, and looked
around, Robert Redford spotted the gunman first. People rushed to the
rail like witnessing a car accident, some ran back into the house. Becky
went inside and called 911. Bridget came out rushing across the deck
running towards the steps to the garden. Sidney Portier swept her up
in his arms as she tried to rush by. "LET ME GO, LET ME GO!!!" She screamed.
The large man wrapped her in his strong arms. "No it's to dangerous, you
can't help them!" He yelled in his thick accent, stroking her hair as she
cried sobbingly into his chest.  The other's Alyssa, Sarah, Jennifer and
Winona, stood clutching the rail like statues disbelieving the event
unfolding before them. One at a time they began to quietly weep.
Heather spotted Steve coming down the trail, "STEVE!" She screamed.
The man turned as Steve broke into a charge. The first two shots were
fired in rapid succession, the first one winging his right arm, the
second penetrating near the shoulder. Steve staggered sideways under the
impact of the bullets. Jennie screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" The gunman fired
again, the third bullet torn into the left side of Steve's chest. He went
down on his knees, then flopped over onto his side. Steve recognized the
pistol, it was a nickel plated snub nose .38 caliber revolver.  He had
fallen ten feet away from the assailant, the girls were another ten feet
beyond him.  The man walked over to Steve to see whom he had shot. He bent
over for a close look, "Nobody." Then he turned back towards the girls,
terrified their eyes soaked in tears they pleaded, for Steve's life. The
man a tall thin goofy, looking fellow, with mousy blonde hair. As the man
turned away Steve kicked out with his legs, striking him behind the knees.
The man went down like a puppet, sprawled on his back. Steve tried to get
up, raising himself on his good left arm. Jennie and Heather rushed
forward, but not fast enough. The man sat up and pointed the gun at them,
they backed off a few feet away from Steve. The man stood up, watching the
girls he moved back a bit so he could see Steve, "Asshole! Mind your own
fucking business!" He yelled. Then he shot Steve in the leg, the first one
missed so he fired again. The bullet ripped into Steve's upper thigh.
Steve screamed some expletive, which the author feels is too foul to
repeat here. The girls screamed something even worst. Steve thought how
many shots did he fire? Was it five or six? In all the excitement, he
kind of forgot. (Apologies to Dirty Harry)
The man turned quickly pointing the gun at Jennie and Heather. Steve
slumped back down to the ground, the loss of blood sapping his strength.
The girls were screaming at the lone gunman hysterically now, their makeup
running black lines down their faces.
The crowd on the balcony watched in horror, as man aimed the pistol at
their two helpless colleagues. The girls clung to each other
like frightened orphans. "I just wanted you to like me!" the distraught
man yelled as them. "Now look what you've made me do! We could have been
friends, instead you betrayed me. You're whores nothing but high priced
whores. Slutting yourselves on TV night after night, teasing me with
secret messages, taunting me! You don't deserve my worship, now you'll pay
both of you!" Steve closed his eyes and began to pray, if he was going to
die what was about to happen was not the last thing he wanted to see.
Steve heard the clicking of a hammer being cocked back. In the darkness
of that cool fall evening, one last gun shot crack open the stillness of
the night air.  A body slumped to the ground nearby.  The sounds of
Heather and Jennie screams rang in his ears. One of them screamed, "Oh
God, Oh God, No...!!" over and over again. The other was crying, "Hang on,
hang on...!!" Steve tried to open his eyes but lacked the strength. He
could hear running footsteps, not sure if they were coming or going. A
comforting blanket of darkness descended. (Violins play softly in the
background)

End of Part 8 3/3

Next Part 9

Hollywood Dreams meet Virtual Reality?
Death rides easy on a pale horse.



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