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Subject: (Anonymous) Showtime Part 9 {4/5} (m/f, f/f, f+/f, oral) - Starring 
         Jennie Garth, Heather Locklear, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Bridget Fonda, 
         Winona Ryder, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Alyssa Milano
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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 4/5

        It was through Alyssa and Sarah, that he met Reese Witherspoon,
Courtney Cox, and Denise Richard's. Jennifer introduced him to Alicia
Silverstone, Neve Campbell, Christina Ricci, and Clair Danes. It wasn't
that he asked to meet them, not that he minded. But the girls
were constantly asked by their peers to meet him. Like it or not Steve was
the man to been seen with at this time. Before meeting Alicia, Christina
and Claire, Jennifer and Sarah warned him to keep his charms to himself.
        He grinned jokingly, "Scared of a little competition Jennifer?" You
think a guy as smart as Steve would have known better that to make a bone
headed statement like that, especially to two young girls in a profession
where looks mattered most.  As Jennifer put it in a most hostile tone of
voice, "If you flirt with that peroxide Barbie bimbo bitch, (Alicia) I'll
never let you touch me again." Sarah joined in, "And as for the others
they're under age, so hands off."
        Steve took the threats seriously.  He'd never do anything that
might potentially damage his relationship with Jennifer and Sarah.  The
girls stood back and watched the next day as Steve met with their friends,
he was reserved and polite. The fact that Alicia showed up in a pair of
tight jeans with a low cut t-shirt didn't help any, the others were better
dressed. Christina wore a black bulky sweater, and Claire wore a plain
turquoise blouse and slacks.  At the end they gave him a friendly kiss
goodbye, how could he refuse. Steve tried not to let his enthusiasm get
the best of him, he never thought he'd be thankful that Alicia Silverstone
only kissed him on the cheek. Jennifer made a face behind the other girls
backs, then smiled sweetly as they all left together.
        Steve was buried in a pile of greeting cards, flowers, fan mail and
business offers which the girls helped him sort out. Most of the mail was
from women, who had seen his photo on the news, and a surprising number of
them where marriage proposals, with pictures of varying degree's of nudity.
These quickly found their way into the circular file, before Steve got to
see them.  He even got a card from Anna the stewardess, postmarked Malaysia.
If the girls happened to be visiting during dinner they got into the habit
of feeding him, since his right arm was in a sling. He hated it, and fussed
like a big baby.
        The Company had returned his laptop and continued to do what work
he could from his hospital bed. By this time the media had finally milked
Mr. Fonda and Yurinokov for all they could. There wasn't going to be a
trial. Peter Fonda had come out a big hero for saving the lives of Jennie
and Heather. So they turned their attention sharply on Steve and the
girls. Especially when they discovered the money had donated to charity,
which the girls had done in his name as well as there own. They handled
the press exceptionally well, Bridget only lost it once when she shoved a
photographer into a flowerbed outside the hospital.
        Eventually even he agreed to an exclusive interview with Inside
Editions Deborah Norville.  Steve had been watching her during
his convalescence, she seemed to be a nice women, and a knock out to boot.
The girls cringed in disbelief when he told them that it was
her journalistic integrity, which made him pick her.  He didn't
mention her gorgeous long slender legs, or vivacious smile, Steve wouldn't
mind getting inside her edition. All four girls sat in on the interview,
and did much of the talking. The questions were kept easy and relatively
harmless. Deborah showed up in a lavender outfit. The skirt was short
enough to disturb Steve's concentration, only the presence of a TV camera
prevented him from getting an erection. He was really surprised when she
shook his hand and kissed him lightly on the cheek after the interview.
The girls were less impressed. As his recovery progressed the interest of
the media grew, he was on the news almost every night for a week, him and
President Clinton/Monica Lewinski. The girls gave a couple of
more interviews to help ease the pressure, but it remained a constant
threat.  Sooner or later someone was going to find out something. He
pondered his options carefully, and came to a singular desperate
disheartening conclusion.
        "Well look who's up." Steve turned off his laptop and closed the
screen. "Morning Heather, Jennie." The girls came in carrying their babies.
A nurse closed the door behind them.
        Steve smiled uneasily, "We thought it was time you all met." Jennie
grinned, "This is my daughter Luca Belle." She bent down and placed the
small package in his good arm. The babies were almost a year old. Steve
felt uneasy, Heather sat on bed beside him, "And this is Eva Elizabeth." She
cried kissing him on the cheek, hugging him lightly. Looking at Jennie, he
could see that she was equally, shaken. The babies began to fuss as their
mothers put them down. Steve cuddled little Luca, she stared up at him with
her big blue eyes and smiled. Jennie sat down on the other side. "I can
certainly see they have their mothers looks." He admired. Jennie
smirked,"Flattery will get you nowhere." She tussled his dark
hair playfully, her eyes grew dim, "You know that night, I was so scared
that Luca would grow up without her mother." Heather sighed, "That's what
frightened me too." The babies yawned and began to fall asleep.
        Heather wiped a tear from her eye, "And then you came charging
down the path like Rambo. I knew we were safe. I'm so sorry you got shot."
Steve shrugged, "Don't worry I'm not, I'm just glad I got there in time."
Jennie crossed her legs, her skirt rode up an unrespectable amount revealing
her firm, well toned thighs. "Bridget told us what you said to her on the
deck. What did you see that made you come down there like that? We must
have been fifty yards away form the house." Steve searched his mind trying
to remember the exact moment. "I saw the light glinting from something in
his hand, thought it was a silver plated cigarette case. Bridget said you
didn't smoke, I wasn't sure. " Heather leaned forward touching his forehead
with hers, her lips reached out and caressed his. "Thanks for being so
health conscious." He smiled shyly and couldn't help peeking, well staring
down the neck of her sweater at her tanned full ripe left tit.  "You're
looking down my top aren't you?" Heather giggled. He shifted his gaze
sheepishly, "Yes ma'am."
        She giggled and nodded for Jen to pull the privacy curtain.
Carefully lifting the sleeping infants Jennie put them in the other bed
and sat with them. Heather fixed Steve with a dominant gaze, "Well if
you're going to act like baby, maybe I should treat you like one." Steve
looked worried.  The blonde sex kitten, grabbed her  white wool sweater,
by the bottom, and pulled the bulky top off over her head. Shaking her
hair out she reached in front and unclasped her bra peeling the straps off
her shoulders one at a time.
        Steve gulped for air, well at least he wasn't in for a spanking.
        "Come here." She beckoned. Like a naughty child he lowered his face
to her bosom, receiving her delicate nipple in to his thirsty mouth.
Suckling like a newborn reawakened his infantile instincts. His left hand
applied loving pressure to her other breast. Her hand searched along his
leg under the sheet to discover his full potential. He was already hard
as stone, hot as a branding iron. She quickly straddled him, flipping up her
skirt and pulling the crotch of her panties aside, Heather worked his
prick between her leaking labia lips. Grinning at the shocked look on his
face, as she wiggled her way on to his lap. "I'm no shrinking violet." She
whispered as her tongue snaked into his mouth.
        Heather began to shake rattle and role on his pelvis like Elvis
(Sorry no pun intended) on a stage. Steve could only lay there and enjoy
her rhythm, as they humped in near silence like a pair of sperm whales.
He breathed heavily into her mouth as she pushed down on him coaxing her
self to come before it was to late. It took steely determination on his
part not to blow his wad into Heather as she withered around his cock
like a stripper around a brass pole. When she finally came it was with
a near quiet whimper, "I love you." She whispered tiredly into this ear.
He managed a response as his cum jetted inside Heather's satisfied vagina.
They held on to each other waiting for him to soften up, and withdraw.
        "Jen?" Heather called softly. Checking that the babies were safe
and asleep, Jennie pulled back the curtain. "It's about time you two
finished, I could have knitted a pair of booties. "Are the kids asleep?"
Jennie nodded. "Good, I need cleaning out." Heather commanded. Jennie
crouched down as Heather rolled over and swung her long legs over the side
of the bed so that she was bent over the edge of the bed. With practiced
grace she vacuumed out the inside of Heather's quim with her tongue and
cheeks. Sucking back Steve's jizz and her cum With such forced Heather
quickly reached her peak again as Jen's lips puckered at her clit.
        While Jen was busy cleaning her cunt Heather popped Steve's cum
covered dick into her own mouth for a quick wash. More efficiently than a
Maytag she licked and swallowed all the sticky goo her tongue could soak up.
Steve gave her an additional bonus of a second cumming, which Heather
gulped down with out batting a pretty eyelid. Jennie pulled Heather's cunt
to her face rubbing her vulva with her lips till her lover was dry again.
Just then there was a knock at the door, Heather quickly threw on her
sweater, while Jennie wiped her face with some kleenex. They hastily pulled
the sheets back of Steve who was still a mess. "Come in." Steve said
almost laughing. Heather stuffed her bra under the sheets not having time
to put it on. Jen got up and pushed back the curtains.
        The other girls came in, "Ohhh don't they look so cute together!"
Winona cooed. Steve saw the expressions on their faces, and wondered if he
was safe. Bridget could hear her biological clock ticking away like a time
bomb.  The other girls looked curiously at the trio, Alyssa sniffed the air.
Heather and Jennie's faces were a sea of tranquility. Steve was blushing
like a red balloon. Spying a lump under the sheets Winona lifted the covers
revealing Heather's bra. Heather snatched it up too late and put it on under
her sweater.  The others chuckled, "Little late for breast feeding isn't it
Heather?" Bridget pondered. Heather smiled sarcastically, "Wait till your
water breaks, then we'll talk." Jennie interjected, "Well it depends on the
size of the baby." She hinted in Steve's direction. The girls exchanged
hello kisses, Alyssa and Jennie took a little longer as she worked her
tongue around Jen's face like a mother cat. When Sarah discovered leftovers
in Heather's mouth she took her time greeting her friend.        "Let's get some pictures of Steve and the babies." Heather remarked
pulling out a camera. Before he could object they were snapping photos like
Japanese tourists, of him and the babies, the girls, the girls and the
babies. He saw the sparkle in Bridget, Alyssa, and Winona's eye's as they
cradled the two infants, it was frightening. The babies soon fell asleep
again, and their mom's put them in the other bed. Steve couldn't get over
seeing, Jennie and Heather in their new role it fit them well.
        They started making plans for his release from hospital. "You know
you still own me a weekend in Montana." Bridget reminded him. Winona
smiled,"Yea, what some guy's will do to break a date." Alyssa looked at
them curiously, "What are you guys talking about?"  Steve stared at her and
casually covered his goodies with his left hand. The girl's fessed up,
Alyssa looked at him cynically. Sitting on the bed close to him she leaned
forward. Her eyes grew smaller, her scent was intoxicating, "You were going
to spend an entire weekend with Bridget, after what I, we!" The others
stepped back out of the blast radius. Her eye's softened as she leaned into
him with a kiss, which had the sweetness of honey.  Steve had almost
forgotten how tastefully erotic Lyssa's mouth could be. Jennifer yanked
her back before he could pull her down onto the bed. "He's not strong
enough for you yet Alyssa." Jennie warned. "It's okay, I already knew."
Alyssa shrugged. Steve breathed a sigh of relief.  The others smiled. "You
girl's have got to stop scaring me like that." Sarah grinned, "It's the
only fun we get."
        A week later Steve left the hospital, after saying goodbye to the
staff Bridget wheeled him out the front entrance. To the unavoidable waiting
crowd of press and on lookers. Steve was amazed to see how many people had
shown up. He estimated at least a couple of thousand, mostly tourists.
Flanked by Jennie, Heather, and their families.  Steve made a brief
statement, thanking the hospital staff, and all those who sent cards, and
flowers for their support and care. He made it clear that there would be
no book, or movie deals and that he just wanted to get on with his life.
Peter, Jennie and Heather also made short comments, thanking the many
people who wrote and sent flowers, for their support. Then Steve was
taken to a waiting limousine, Bridget helped him in and then climbed in
with, Jennie. The others left in their own vehicles. The plan was for
Steve to stay at Bridget's house, for a week then he would be well enough
to travel back to New York. It was early October.
        The brief stay at Bridget's was most helpful. She was pleased when
her dog took a liking to him. That alone confirmed her feelings of his good
nature. The first night they slept separately, after that Bridget brought
him to her bed where he stayed for the rest of the week. For the first night
in weeks they both enjoyed a good nights rest. Each morning they made love,
loudly. During the week Bridget would spend half days at work and come home
early to take Steve out, or just be with him. One day Winona, and Jennie
came over to take him shopping for a new suit. He had never had a $4,000
custom-made suit before. He objected to the obscene price but the girls
wouldn't hear of it.
        When he was alone in the day he would watch TV, work, or surf the
net on his laptop. He was still in the news, although not as much as before.
But now there were disturbing unconfirmed reports that he had worked for,
the F.B.I, N.S.A, or C.I.A. This is what he had been in fear of all along.
By now of course there had been a hundred false stories on who he was, but
these where getting close to the truth. He was also getting calls for
books, movies, magazine interviews, the same people would call three times
a day, offering more and more money. This had been going on for the last two
weeks of his recovery.  He didn't know how much more he could take.
        Through out the week a few new friends dropped by to say goodbye,
Steve almost choked when Calista Flockhart and Courtney-Thorne Smith showed
up. Brad Pitt and Eric Stoltz brought a fifty-year old bottle of scotch.
Which they drank with, Charlie Sheen and Jason Priestly, the girls were less
that impressed. Especially since Charlie had brought that whore Ginger
Lynne, with him. She was actually a very nice person, the girls soon warmed
up to her. But the looks she was getting from the guy's, was driving them
crazy.  Then she sat down next to Steve and engaged him in a private
conversation. He found she was the type of person that liked to touch
people as she talked to them, shoulder, hand, or knee. Winona had to drag
Alyssa, Sarah and Jennifer into the kitchen so they wouldn't start a cat
fight. Bridget and Heather kept an eye on her. It amused Steve that the
girls could get jealous of him. They almost threw a fit when one of the
guys turned on the 48" TV to watch a basketball game.
        During the week they had a small going away dinner for him at
Jennies. The girls and their families attended, about thirty people in all,
the mood was somber and quite. The families made him feel most welcome and
wanted him to stay longer. They kept taking pictures of him and the girls,
the babies, families. For Steve the closeness was a bit uncomfortable.
        Someone snapped a picture while he was slow dancing with Bridget.
By now friends and family could see how close they had become over the past
six weeks. The high walls they had constructed to hide their feelings were
beginning to show signs of cracking. It was the same for the others, the
constant phone calls and hospital visits had allowed them to develop a
relationship with Steve without raising any suspicions. But there were
still one or two secrets, which still needed to be jealously guarded.
        The last night he had a private dinner with just the girls this
was at Alyssa's home.  As they struggled through dinner the girls began
to ask if he had considered any of the job offer's he had received while
in hospital. To their dismay he had refused all of them. He didn't know
what waited back for him in New York, but he felt that he must go back.
Alyssa looked at the others and placed a small blue velvet box on the
table. Jennifer picked it up and passed it to Winona, who gave it to
Jennie, then Sarah, Heather, and it criss-crossed down the table till it
was finally to Bridget. "This is a little something from all of us for
you. "Steve accepted the jewelry box, "It wouldn't be parked outside with
a Ferrari logo would it?" They laughed sarcastically, "If you
want something to drive..." Jennie began. "Never mind." Winona said cutting
her off.
        Steve opened the box, laying it on the table. "It's wonderful." He
exclaimed lifting the chain from its cushion. It was a small plain gold
chain about twenty inches really quite ordinary. But the much of the chain
was made up of segments two inches long from other chains, some older,
cheaper, expensive, different shaped links and sizes. There were seven
distinct segments in all, which where spliced in between equal segments
of the original chain. The girls pulled out their own necklaces. Each one
of them had removed a couple of inches from theirs, and replaced that
section with a length from his original necklace. Suspended in the middle
of the chain hung a small oval medallion made of sterling silver.
        On the front was an engraving of an owl in flight, looking at
the back he could see a short message,"For what word's can never express."
The girls had their initials engraved around the edges. Bridget stood up
and put it around his neck. He began to get bleary eyed, "Thanks I-I'm...
this is touching." It took a few moments for him to get his emotions to
under control. "Why the owl? Wisdom?" He asked curiously. The girls
chuckled. "Actually." Jennifer responded. "It's the bird that stays up
all night, and watches the stars." Steve nodded and grinned.
        "Clever."
        Jennie smiled. "My idea." Alyssa giggled, "You just choose it
because it's a bird with a great big..." Heather turned to her, "Alyssa!!"
She looked over at her co-star, "Wing span." They all laughed at her. Steve
fingered the necklace.  "It's going to be so boring around here without
you." Winona reflected. "Yea I guess its back to making movies, doing
interviews, all the other drab celebrity stuff." Sarah remarked  "Life is
going to be so special from now on." Heather smiled. 
        Alyssa and Jennie went to the kitchen returning soon after with
trays of coffee and dessert.  There was an assortment of pastries, fruit
and ice cream. Steve couldn't help but grin as Alyssa placed a dish of
strawberry ice cream in front of him topped with a cherry. Alyssa gave
him a dirty look and bumped him with her hip.
        After dinner they settled in Alyssa's natural decor living room.
        "Steve could you get my fire going?" She called over her shoulder.
She let out a high pitched yelp as he scooped the tiny brunette up in his
arms. "You  betcha." Alyssa's German shepherd Hugo jumped up, running at
them growling and barking. Steve dropped Alyssa like a bag of cow manure
on fire, holding her in front of him like a hostage. She knelt down to
sooth the savage beast, "Wanna try that again Steve?" The dog growled at
him. "No, good doggie." Looking over her shoulder, "You big coward, Hugo's
just a baby, aren't ya goood boy." She mimicked as the dog licked her hand.
"Now go an light the fire place please."  Steve moved away cautiously,
watching the dog. Alyssa got up, the dog loped over to where Jennifer and
Heather sat receiving a friendly tummy rub. (Lucky dog!)
        Lighting the fire he stepped back, Sarah dimmed the ceiling lights,
and lamps.  Steve was put on the couch, in between Heather and Bridget. The
others sat next to them, and on the floor. The dogs nuzzled in where ever
they where accepted, which wasn't hard. Alyssa walked over and sat at her
black baby grand piano. Jennifer pickup the microphone that was plugged
into the stereo. Then moved over to the piano she began to sing Trisha
Yearwood's "How do I live without you." Steve was impressed, her voice was
clear and smooth good, as was Alyssa's piano playing.
        Heather stood up and offered her hand. Standing up he slipped his
arms around her trim waist, leaving the merest crack of light between them,
as he took her around the floor.  Heather's wet eyes shone like crystal
lattices, she stared into his soul like a sad puppy. He was trying to think
of something to say when she pulled his face to hers in a kiss that seemed
to come from the very depths of her heart.  With that she stepped away, and
Jennie appeared, he pulled her in tight as she draped her arms around his
neck and rested her head on his chest. As the song ended she looked up,
hoping that the kiss she poured into his mouth was not goodbye.
        Jennifer finished the song, as Steve released Jennie Alyssa started
to sing, while Jennifer played, "Because you loved me" by Celine Dion. Sarah
slipped into his arms, which eagerly encompassed her tiny waist, wordlessly
they danced, her kiss was as deadly as the rest of her. Bridget took over
halfway through the song. Her eyes betrayed her calm sadness, kissing him
with the desire of a lost soul searching for its mate.  Winona stepped in
last, her dark eyes showed a hint of regret, and filled with a pool of love.
She had grown into quite an exquisite young woman. Alyssa came to the end of
her song, as Winona licked his lips for him. If a man had ever tasted one
such kiss in his entire lifetime, he would be so fortunate.
        Alyssa put down the microphone, he walked over and stopped before
her. Jennifer got up from the piano. The three embraced affectionately, as
they kissed with shared passion and deep emotions. Jennie held Hugo back
stroking the dog's head to let him know it was all right. The dog turned
its head looking at her, and licked at the salty tears on her cheeks.
        They talked the evening away, Steve already knew he was probably
out of the Company, and could expect to loose his job at the magazine too.
The girls asked him to reconsider staying, but he said he had to go back.
Steve had already weighed the threats against them, and decided it was too
difficult for him to stay. Both Bridget and Alyssa had made plans to visit
him in New York in December, and he was suppose to spend Christmas with
Winona's family in Minnesota. So they would still stay in touch. As the
evening ended they made plans to take him to the airport. Again he refused
their generous offer of a private jet, which many people and companies had
been offering for the last week. Instead they got him a first class
ticket.
        As they prepared to go Alyssa pulled Bridget to one side and
whispered in her ear. Bridget grinned and nodded. Steve held her coat for
her, slipping her arms through the sleeves, she turned and kissed him
goodnight. "You're staying here tonight, okay." Steve glanced at Alyssa,
she had a pleading look in her eye's.  He nodded sympathetically. Sarah
smirked, "Stocking up for a dry spell Lyssa?" Jennie gave her a gentle
knock, "Now I'm sure Alyssa's intentions are on the level." Winona
chuckled, "That's probably one position she won't be in tonight!" Heather
looked up at the ceiling, "Nice chandelier Lyssa." Alyssa frowned at the
degrading comments of her friends, "Guy's I'm not, that's not why I want
him to stay. I just want to sleep with him. You understand don't you
Bridget?" She said hoping for a supporter. "Yes I do understand, and he's
been sleeping with me all week too!" She giggled.
        Steve looked at Alyssa questioningly, "Just sleep?" She nodded
seriously. "Maybe I shouldn't stay the night after all. I mean I don't want
to offend Bridget." She sneered at him, "Don't expect anything from me you
wouldn't be getting here tonight." He looked around at the others fishing
for an invite. "Jennifer." Sarah put her arms around her
friend's waist,"Back off, she's staying with me tonight."  Jennifer smiled
and held Sarah's arms. "Jennie?" She chuckled, "Sorry there's a little
someone at home who needs my attention a lot more than you do." Heather
met his leer with a smile and a shake of her locks. Winona frowned at
him,"I feel a headache coming on." He smiled like a used car salesman at
Alyssa,"Well looks like I'm all yours Lyssa." She crossed her arms and
glared at him,"I'm not sure I want you anymore." He pouted,"You're going
to make me beg aren't you?" She stared through him, "If you're lucky!" A
cold shiver ran through Steve like a drain snake on high.
        The girls thanked Alyssa for a lovely meal, bid them goodnight and
made there way home. Alyssa closed the door behind them leaning on it
heavily. She was dressed in a black from hugging cocktail dress simple yet
elegant, daring.
        They turned out the lights and locked all the doors. Steve was
piling the last of the dishes into the dishwasher while Alyssa when up
stairs to slip into something more comfortable. When he was done he made
a couple of cafe'laites, and put the cups on a tray.
        Upon exiting the kitchen he realized he had no idea where her
bedroom was, he was about to call out then remembered the sleeping dogs,
he thought it was best to let them lie. The full moon light shining through
the windows showed him the clues Lyssa had left for him to follow. At the
foot of the stairs was a pair of shoes, draped over the banister half way
up was a stocking. He headed upstairs as fast as the tray would allow. At
the top of the stairs he peered down the corridor he saw another stocking,
picking the items up as he went Steve felt like he was on a treasure hunt.
Walking down the hall he found her dress, which Alyssa had unzipped and
stepped out of, lifting the garment to his nose he savored her scent. He
looked up to see a closed door at the end of the hall. The black lace bra
hanging from its knob was still swinging ever so slightly.  He folded the
dress over his arm and quietly stepped over to the door. Lifting the bra
from its holder was about to knock on the door when he spied a ray of
light coming through the keyhole. Should he, dare he? It was so degrading,
juvenile, and voyeuristic.  With no self control what so ever, and little
disregard for any possible consequences, he knelt down to look through the
inviting view port, like a pervert at a peep show.
        What he saw was not quite what he had expected. The room was bathed
in a soft light of the lamp on her vanity and the candles on the bedside
tables, he could hear the radio tuned into a soft rock station. He could
see Alyssa, she was coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a pink robe,
with a blue and green plaid cotton night gown which covered her from head
to toe. She sat down at the vanity looking at her face in the mirror. Steve
wondered,"No baby doll, no high heels, no peak-a-boo nightie, no leather
corset and riding crop? What was she playing at?"
        As his head slumped against the door in disappointment, he banged
his forehead on the knob. Alyssa turned and looked towards the
door,"Steve?..." He froze trying to think of what his options were. In a
flash it came to him. Not to loudly he scratched at the door, "woof, woof."
        As if having x-ray vision she laughed, "Steve I know its you, get
off you knee's and come in." He struggled to stand up with the tray, and
her clothes. Opening the door he looked at her like a small boy, who's
mother had just found a Playboy magazine under his mattress. "Were you
spying on me through the keyhole." He nodded ashamed. She laughed at
him,"Naughty boy, maybe you need a good spanking." Steve's eye's looked
hopeful, Alyssa cracked a grin, "Nah just teasing." Steve breathed a sigh
of relief for some reason. "What's in the cups?" She asked. He walked over
to the bed putting the tray on the table. "Cafe laite, thought you might
want something to relax." Turning off her vanity lamp she ambled over to
her bed and slipped in between the sheets beneath the massive green and
white quilted duvet.
        He was still holding her clothes over his arm. "Where shall I put
these." She nodded to a French Louis XV chair in the corner. He carefully
placed the items down, letting the embroidered silk stockings
slip reluctantly though his fingers. "Thanks for picking my things up." She
praised. He turned and grinned looking evil in the dim light of the
candles,"It was my pleasure, and by the way dinner was wonderful." She
smiled appreciatively and sat up propped against two large pillows,
pointing to the bathroom, "There's a robe, PJ's, and a tooth brush,
in there I bought for you." Handing her a hot cup, he went to get cleaned
up.
        He was back in less than five minutes, and that included a quick
shave using one of her pink lady disposable razors. "Hey not a bad fit." She
admired as he came back. "Nice colors too." He smiled. "Take them with you,
I don't want my mom finding them here." She instructed. He slipped under
the covers besides her petite curvaceous form. Drinking their cafe's Alyssa
and Steve talked for a couple of hours about this and that, before she fell
asleep her head resting on his chest. The scented candles burned out leaving
the aroma of lilacs hanging in the air.

        End 4/5


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