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Back In Red & Black

By: petervongrunigan28



A word from Pete Grunigan

I was thinking the other day, and I couldn’t actually remember when we started this story. Although, knowing the pace Tim writes at, it could well have been when Gorbachev was still in power.

Being serious for a moment. It’s been a great pleasure to work with a man of such talent and integrity, knowledge and understanding. I am of course talking about Mr Rich Wilson, our expert proof-reader. Sincere thanks to you Rich for the good work you’ve done.

One thing I will comment on is our reasons behind writing the story. When we began, we noted that some celebs are assigned certain characters, and there seems to be a lack of flexibility in accepting other arguments. We’ve tried to create a story which shows that celebs may differ from what others think of them, and I hope we’ve done that in a realistic way.

Finally, a word on my writing partner. Tim has been a pleasure to work with, and contributed some great ideas, as well as writing his fair share of great scenes. All credit to him for living through his darkest hour (England winning the World Cup), and still smiling and continuing to produce quality erotic fiction. Hats off to you Tim!

A word from Tim Bisley

That was Pete with his usual strange English humour. Now just bear with me for a few lines before getting to the story. This story was to be linked to a now-defunct idea within the community, but we enjoyed it enough to continue when the idea seemed to die. Pete has been the driving force behind it and has done a great deal of the writing. I hope you enjoy our little collaboration, there are only select few authors I could work with in this way and I personally am happy with the results. I hope this story will also serve to make people realise there is at least one name conspicuously missing from the current awards hoopla.

Usual Words. This story is a work of fiction; no inference with real people or events is intended. You must be 18 or over to read this story. 

Feedback would be nice, it offers some reward to Pete and Tim for the effort they put into writing it. If just one person expresses that they enjoyed it, then that makes their job worthwhile. Otherwise it would be all too easy just to pack up and go home. So, send all praise and constructive criticism to Pete. All flames and death threats should be deferred to Tim.

Read on, please, to the story…

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In any other major world city, a chauffeured car pulling up outside the door of a building could mean anything. A company director, a business guest, even royalty may be the occupants of the car.

Substitute in ‘Hollywood’ though, and people’s visions immediately change. They envisage bright lights, star studded pavements and the land of eternal sunshine.

Or so Kirsten Dunst thought as the car made its way to the studio on a cold February morning. Mist and smog combined to make visibility less than 50 yards, and even the thick winter coat and the heated car couldn’t thaw the cold in her mind.

She remembered the last day, nigh on 3 years ago. She had promised herself ‘never again’ as she walked out on that sunny evening. Yet, here she was again, a victim of contractual obligation and the vermin of the film world. The dreaded sequel.

‘Bring It On’ had been the surprise hit of the millennium summer, and the producers had invoked a clause in the original contracts that stated that if desired, and within a timeframe of 4 years, the actresses were to appear in a second movie.

Kirsten had shuddered when she had first been approached. Working again with such a cheap script, bad direction and some terrible co-stars wasn’t the best outlook for the project. She thought of her ever growing CV, and realised she had been in way too many teen comedies. She firmly believed that she had made good choices in the limited genre, with movies like Get Over It and Drop Dead Gorgeous escaping most of the critical savaging suffered by other teen flicks. Despite that, she knew that now, she was above all that. She had graduated and was Kirsten Dunst, serious actress.

Kirsten looked out of the window, spying the studio entrance through the gloom. “It mightn’t be too bad,” she thought. “Just two months, and then its over. Two months of having to work with her again.” Despite attempting to reassure herself, a shiver went down her spine at the thought of the horrors to come.

The car drew smoothly to a halt, and the door was opened. Immediately an umbrella was placed outside the car, and she climbed out, walking slowly towards the doors. Over the last month she had practised all the old cheer moves, watched the first film, and revisited the character. And it had worked. As she stood before the studio, she was once again Torrence Shipman.

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The ‘her’ that Kirsten had spitefully referred to was stopped at a red light, glancing at the expensive Cartier. 06:54. Six minutes until she might see her again. And quite possibly six and a half minutes until they were at each other’s throats.

Despite the obvious downside of seeing Kirsten again, the movie did have its good points. She had made some friends here before, and still kept in touch with Claire Kramer and Jesse Bradford. Man, that guy could keep her laughing for hours. He was a real must have accessory if she had a quiet day of filming.

Neither of those two were in today though. They were only slated for small cameo roles, and having received the shooting schedule, their appearances wouldn’t come for another month or so. She had initially been surprised at their absence, but had worked out that the studio probably only wanted to bring the real stars back for this one.

In her own mind, she was glad that the sequel had been given the green light. It would provide a timely boost to her bank balance, as well as promoting her into the public eye again. This time, for sure, it would be the blue touch paper of her career that was lit. Wrong Turn had been a minor hit and had scored some love from the critics, so to follow that with another hit would probably confirm her as bankable lead.

She ran her hands through the perfectly cut dark hair, and made herself a silent pact. That little bitch was not going to get things her way again. This time, Eliza Patricia Dushku would come out on top.

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The third car in the spaced out convoy carried Katie Holmes.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” she wondered aloud to herself.

The driver just looked stoically ahead at the road, no doubt being used to the odd behaviour of film stars.

“Twenty four years old, and still playing school girls for a living.” She thought, this time in the privacy of her own mind.

This would be the last time though. She simply had to get out of the perpetual motion and into some decent roles. Stripping off in ‘The Gift’ was designed to help that idea, but the effect had long since worn off and was nothing more than material to assist horny guys.

“It would have helped if the damn film had been any good”, she thought to herself. Instead she’d had the misfortune to pick a Sam Raimi film post-Evil Dead and pre-Spiderman. She didn’t think she’s ever seen one positive review of the movie that didn’t mention her tits prominently.

Rather like Eliza in the car ahead, she thought this film might bring her into the mainstream again. It was sure to be a hit, as the script was halfway decent and the original movie had acquired a sizeable cult following, not least amongst horny men.

One thing puzzled her though. She had made a few calls before accepting the contract, just tentative enquires about the film. And the one thing her pals in the industry had told her was a constant. Namely, that they were all right on their own, but Kirsten Dunst and Eliza Dushku mixed like oil and water.

She had been so bemused by this that she took the trouble to call Peyton Reed, the returning director. What she had been told about the on-set ructions shocked her, despite her experience of big egos in the business. It was so bad that none of the original cast besides the two leads were returning for any substantial parts, despite the generous offers made by the studio. It was because of this that the studio had commissioned a whole new script that radically changed the focus of the movie and led to Katie getting what was essentially the lead role. The money was none too shabby either, but she still worried about how tempestuous things would get on set.

As Katie walked into the studio, she had no idea how close she was coming to experiencing that combustion.

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Katie Holmes strode defiantly across the back lot of the studio, aiming for the furthest trailer from the stage door. The cold February morning constantly nipped at her flesh, barely protected by the slender cheerleading outfit. Wrapping her arms around her body, she lengthened her gait, and quickly found the warm sanctuary, and more importantly, the privacy of her lair.

As Katie sunk into the first chair inside the doorway, she dropped her head into her hands and allowed her raven hair to spill over her face. On some level, she blamed herself. She had heard the stories, and knew exactly how Kirsten and Eliza regarded each other. Yet, she chose to come on board the film, knowing the risks. That particular risk had backfired on the first morning, as proved by Katie sitting in her chair, barely half an hour into the first scene.

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The morning had begun comfortably enough. She had casually chatted to Eliza about baseball while they endured the make up and wardrobe sessions, but had never quite got the courage to ask her why Kirsten got her own assistants. Katie supposed it was probably a good move to keep the two apart, but wondered why Eliza had got the worst of the deal.

In a way, the perceived feud surprised her. Whilst chatting to Eliza, she had built a profile of an open, confident woman, always ready with a smile. In addition, there was a certain quiet integrity behind her eyes. Deep down, Katie was beginning to quite like Eliza.

It was a shame that she couldn’t make the same judgement about Kirsten. Not because of any bad first impression though. Put simply, she hadn’t encountered Miss Dunst until a few seconds before the first rehearsal. She had entered the stage from another direction, taken part in a manner that could only be described as professional, and then within another hour, the first scene was in the can.

It was a nondescript scene as such, just Kelly (Katie’s character) meeting the guest cheerleading instructors at Rancho Carne High School. Katie though, had marvelled at the chemistry that Kirsten and Eliza had as Torrence Shipman and Missy Pantone respectively. At first hand, she saw why Bring It On had been so successful. The two women were able to generate realism to their friendship, one that made the core of the film believable.

When the film stopped rolling though, the metaphorical temperature in the room had decreased sharply. Still, silence prevailed as the women left the set, waiting for the technicians to prepare the next scene.

Eliza, who was last in the file, had tripped on her shoelace. Nothing serious, but enough to send her to the deck, her hands grabbing Katie’s ankles on the way down to break the impact.

Katie herself reeled for a moment, then bent down to offer Eliza her hand.

“Are you OK?” she asked anxiously.

Eliza rested her hands on her knees for a second, drew a breath, and then responded.

“Yeah, sure thing. Damn shoelace.” She replied

It was whilst brushing the imaginary dust off her sweatpants that Kirsten’s tongue had freed itself of the self-imposed shackles.

“Still can’t keep your hands off cast members, eh Lizzie?”

Katie didn’t know if it was the application of Eliza’s hated nickname, or the words themselves that caused the immediate temper surge.

“Shut your fucking mouth Dunst!” she said quietly, the steel hidden in the blue eyes.

Kirsten responded with a smirk.

“Awww. Still a touchy subject?” she said, pushing the needle a little further.

“Listen bitch. Unless you want to end up with your ass kicked again, keep it down, yeah?” Eliza responded, barely keeping her cool.

Kirsten immediately squared up to her, the women eyeballing each other. For Katie, it was not a pretty sight.

It barely lasted five seconds before the Director pushed himself between the two bodies, his presence dwarfing the two females.

From his work on the previous film, Peyton Reed knew exactly what was what, and wasted no time in breaking up the first scuffle of the following 8 weeks.

Injecting some decisiveness into his voice, Peyton issued his orders.

“Kirsten, make up are expecting you. Eliza, please go to the wardrobe department.” 

Seeing the mouths of both ladies about to open, he reaffirmed his statement.

“Now, please.”

By the time Peyton had canted his head to study Katie Holmes, he saw the waif like girl shaking her head. Sharing the briefest of looks, she turned on her heel, and broke into a jog, aiming for the back lot, and the sanctuary of her trailer, no doubt.

Peyton watched her go, the red skirt bobbing around as she ran. Deep in his subconscious, he knew the film was in the shit. One day into shooting, his two leads were at each other’s throats again, and worst of all, his trump card looked like she couldn’t hack the heat. On this particular occasion though, getting out of the kitchen wasn’t even an option.

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Katie picked up the hair band from the nearby table, forced her hair into a crude ponytail, and lay back on the bed, thinking. She was going to try everything possible on her part to make the film a success. This film absolutely had to work if her career was ever going to lift off. She didn’t even have the safety net of “Dawson’s Creek” anymore, as the powers that be had finally come to their senses and ended that piece of shit.

Katie found it hard to be so cruel to a show that had been so kind to her, but sometimes, she reasoned, it was better to pull your head out of the sandpit.

Thinking objectively about the situation, she couldn’t believe the childish behaviour of Kirsten Dunst. Although a few years younger than Katie, she had still been around this game a long time and should be professional enough not to let some personal brawl get in the way of work.

The real problem, thought Katie, was that Kirsten knew her worth to the film. On screen, she had a magnetic personality, and Bring It On exploited that to the full. The sequel needed her to reproduce that considerable talent. No Director was going to sack her, and more importantly, no Executive was going to let him. In this business, money spoke volumes, and Kirsten was worth far too much of it.

Then again, it always took two to tango. Katie propped herself on her left elbow, and wondered about Eliza Dushku’s part in all this. She knew nothing of what caused the dispute, although maybe Kirsten’s cryptic comment shed some light on that issue. Based on what she had said, Katie had to assume the trouble was over a boy.

Catching sight of herself in the full length wall mirror, Katie grinned wryly. To the boys, she conceded, she must look rather good. Her hair and make up contributed to a look of youthful innocence, but the sexy as hell red cheer girl outfit gave her a wild look. The short red skirt and top were going to draw the teenage lads into the film, but, Katie wondered, would it attract the one person she felt herself wanting? 

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Peyton paused for just a second before curling a soft fist and knocking at the door. He prided himself on being an excellent manager whilst on the set, but to be grovelling at the feet of what seemed to be a highly disillusioned actress was pushing his skills a little too far.

The door opened from the inside, and Katie silently stepped behind it to allow Peyton into the trailer. Standing awkwardly for a few seconds, Katie decided to force the issue.

“What are you going to do about them?” she asked directly.

“I don’t know.” Peyton answered honestly, removing his glasses to rub his eyes.

Katie sensed his frustration. He was still a young guy trying to make a name for himself, and in many respects was in the same situation she was. Namely, this film had to work for him. She tried a new tack.

“How did it all start between them?” she said.

Peyton debated how much to tell her. Even he didn’t know the entire truth of the matter, but he decided he had to gain Katie’s trust.

“You must understand,” he said slowly, “that this is pure guess work on my part.”

Katie nodded impatiently. 

“It may surprise you to know it wasn’t always this bad,” Peyton continued. “When they first met, they didn’t like each other, but they weren’t openly hostile.”

Studying the AC / DC poster on the wall, the Director carefully chose his next words.

“Eliza was involved in a relationship. I think. Kirsten did something to send it all to ruins. After that it exploded.” He wondered if Katie would pick any further into the account.

Katie’s sixth sense told her there was more to it than that, and she let her surprise out with her tone of voice.

“So they fell out over a boy? Big deal, it happens all the time.”

“Not a boy.” Peyton paused. “A girl.”

If Katie held any shock at the disclosure, she had the grace not to show it. However, she couldn’t really think of anything to say. The silence hung in the air until Peyton took his cue.

“I don’t know who it was, but my guess is that Eliza had fallen for her hard, and for some unknown reason, Kirsten set out to wreck it for her. I don’t know if she is homophobic or what, but she did what she set out to do.”

Katie’s mind was in overdrive.

Kirsten wrecked the relationship because she had a secret crush on Eliza.

In the short time she had talked with her, Eliza gave no indication of her sexuality. ‘Then again’, thought Katie, ‘why would she?’

Katie was beginning to compile a deeper picture of Eliza. Beneath the tough exterior, she thought lingered a confused, scarred woman. With the right sort of encouragement, she could be coached into fixing this mess.

Katie had to admit, the reasons for this were purely selfish. It would be no fun working here with things the way they were, but there was another, deeper reason.

When she was 19, her best friend had once told Katie, “If your credit’s good, shop on both sides of the high street.”

Katie had never done anything about acting on that particular euphemism, but she wasn’t as prudish as people imagined her to be. She had thought about it, more than once. It was only natural, she reasoned, to wonder about different ways of seeking pleasure.

Something about Eliza drew Katie in towards her. The toughness, pierced with some subtle vulnerability made Katie yearn to be the one to discover what lay behind the exterior, and maybe also in a world where thoughts of Kirsten Dunst didn’t always involve murder. 

‘If only I could get the two acting civilly, if only.’ Katie thought wistfully.

Pouting determinedly, she turned to Peyton, who until now had been resisting a smile at her obvious daydreaming. There was no chance he was ever going to admit it to her, but he swore that if he wasn’t happily married, Katie would be his dream girlfriend. 

“I think that maybe we should try something. I can’t, no, won’t work like this indefinitely.” Katie said.

Peyton said nothing, choosing to wait for her to continue.

“If I can come up with something, anything that might help, will you back me,” She asked.

“Of course,” Peyton said quietly. “We all want the same thing.”

A smile curled around the edges of Katie’s mouth. If this came off, filming might become bearable, and she might just get something worth having for herself. Cutting her train of thought off, she decided this meeting was over.


Back In Red & Black



“Back on set, 5 minutes?” she said.

Peyton was an intelligent man, and he knew a cue when he received one, hell he knew that he had given out enough of them in his time. With a nod and a smile he turned to leave, then considered a point that might make Katie feel a bit better.

He left, carefully shutting the door behind him. Bathed in San Diego sunlight, he ambled back to the day job, thinking that when all things were levelled out, spending his days in the company of young women in short skirts wasn’t exactly the worst career he could have chosen.

Katie Holmes intrigued him. Upon meeting he for the first time at auditions, he had naturally assumed that she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box. Well, if her plans, whatever they may be, worked, then he would gladly retract that oversight.

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The steely eyes that watched Peyton Reed enter the building belonged to the New Jersey native, Kirsten Dunst. Gently tipping the contents of the Evian bottle into her mouth, she realised that her subconscious was trying to tell her something.

Having just witnessed the Director entering the trailer, and leaving a good few minutes later, she knew something was up. Annoyingly though, she didn’t know exactly what it was. And the only reason that irked her? She couldn’t use it to her advantage.

Aiming the now empty bottle at a bin, Kirsten began to follow her director back to the set.

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Katie Holmes, quite literally, dripped with sweat. The temperatures on the West Coast were approaching 35 degrees, and under normal circumstances were too hot for any normal person to go running in.

When she was offered the part though, Peyton warned her to get into serious shape. After spending a month in the company of a professional cheerleading squad to learn the moves, Katie had found that the only way she was going to survive the movie was to keep the fitness level up. Hence, the morning and evening jogs, and the Yoga sessions, courtesy of the film’s choreographer. In truth, Katie couldn’t get into them at all, but she was an open-minded person, and vowed to give it time.

Overcoming the burning in her lungs, Katie wearily walked up the steps of the hotel, and paused as she waited for the receptionist to hand her the room key. Her body began to repay the oxygen debt, and she stood there breathing deeply. As the woman turned to the key rack, Katie surveyed the area in which she stood.

From the start Katie had known the film wasn’t high budget, and Peyton had announced his intention to put “every penny possible” on screen. She had seen his point, and reluctantly agreed that to house the actresses in what might be deemed sub par accommodation for them.

In truth, the hotel was still 4 star, and Katie was happy enough to be there. The room was comfortable, she was allowed a reasonable tab, and it was located near enough to the studio.

Collecting her key, Katie couldn’t help but throw a glance at the bar area. Involuntarily, she stopped her stride for a more detailed surveillance. In truth, she was a little stunned at what she saw. It was just gone eight, and judging by the row of glasses, Eliza Dushku had already consumed more than enough alcohol for one night.

Pulling her hair loose from the confining ponytail, Katie took a complimentary bottle of water from the counter top, broke the seal and began to consume the contents. Eliza’s behaviour worried her a little. Her philosophy on life was that you could never find answers at the bottom of a glass.

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Eliza continued drinking, unaware that she was being watched. Draining yet another glass of finest malt, she signalled the barman for another refill. As he started towards her gingerly, she guessed that he was having doubts about serving her.

“Now!” she said, aggressively.

The man, in his mid twenties, immediately went to the row of liquor bottles on the shelf behind the bar.

Eliza bought her hands together on the bar top, and then rested her chin on them. Tonight was about getting royally hammered. Tomorrow was her first day off in nine, and she was at total breaking point. Every day, being pushed, prodded, taunted. And being able to do nothing about it. Eliza wasn’t stupid. She knew full well that if she took her frustrations out on Kirsten physically the bitch wouldn’t hesitate to press charges. This was the only safe way she could forget about it for one evening.

Using the back of her hand to wipe her eye, Eliza promised herself that she would consume the bar’s entire volume before she went to bed. Just for one night, she reasoned, it would be nice to forget everything that happened last week, and on set three years ago. She knew she wasn’t suicidally depressed or anything like that, but she just couldn’t seem to identify much in the way of happiness at the moment. 

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Katie, meanwhile, had run upstairs, showered, and pulled on a conservative skirt and a simple sweater in the space of 10 minutes. Altogether feeling better, she still felt a pang of apprehension as she looked in the mirror. As secret plans went, this one was crap. But it had to work on some level at least. Messing up her hair slightly to give herself a relaxed look, Katie checked the mirror one last time, briefly wondered why she had never been blessed with Eliza like proportions, and ran out of the door.

Arriving at the bar, she was dismayed to see an empty stool, but soon found her target sitting out on the terrace. Her silhouette was highlighted in the impending nightfall.

Ordering her first drink of the evening, Katie pondered exactly what to say. She could see the huge chance of her coming away in a less than flattering light, but there was always a small probability. And she clung to that tightly.

Wordlessly Katie collected the vodka and orange. She knew it was stereotypically feminine, but it was the strongest thing she could drink in comfort. Collecting her thoughts, she strode decisively towards Eliza, stopping only when she knew the other girl had acknowledged her presence.

“Do you mind if I…?” asked Katie, gesticulating to an empty seat.

Eliza waved her free hand in what Katie assumed was an affirmative gesture. The other paw, she now saw, contained a lit cigarette. Katie had always condemned the filthy habit, but she couldn’t see Eliza listening to any constructive criticism tonight.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, trying to make conversation.

Eliza just copied her previous gesture, took a long drag of her cigarette, and blew the resulting smoke rings through the cold night air. Katie only just restrained a hack, and hastily took a long drink to clear her throat of the offending smoke. To her surprise, it was Eliza who struck up first.

“Come to stare disapprovingly at me getting smashed?” she said.

“Why do you say that?” asked Katie, half amused. She tilted her head to one side to emphasise her confusion.

Eliza tried to respond with the old ‘you know what I mean’ stare, but Katie only further exaggerated her gesture. Finally giving in, Eliza smiled at her and took another long drag on the stub of a cigarette.

“So, aren’t you meant to be cute little Katie Holmes? Innocent, charming, moral? She asked, making sure she kept her tone light.

Katie couldn’t help but have a little laugh at the question. She’d been trying to kick that image to the curb for so long now that she forgot even to get wound up by the mention of it.

“Not exactly Eliza.” She suddenly remembered a question premeditated from earlier.

“It is Eliza, isn’t it? I mean, you don’t have a nickname or anything? Liza, maybe?

“Eliza will do nicely thank you. How ‘bout you? Never wanted to become a Kat? She suggested, already knowing the answer.

She didn’t really know her, but she already felt quite comfortable sitting with Katie, almost like two friends just chatting at the end of another long day. If she hadn’t been on a sworn ‘no relationship’ drought at the moment then the young actress might just have been top of her shopping list. She just exuded a calming, trusting aura, exactly what Eliza had wanted from her partner. ‘And’, Eliza ruefully thought, ‘exactly what my ex gave me.’

Shutting that particular ex right out of mind, Eliza focused on Katie’s reply.

“Katie isn’t my real name. I mean, it is, but I was christened Katherine.” She explained.

She sensed Eliza wasn’t really with her, and wanted to know why. Usually Katie didn’t like to be nosy, but she wanted to know Eliza, so she just asked her. Eliza at first shrugged, but then decided just to level with her. She got the impression Katie was fairly open-minded anyway.

“Just thinking about ex girlfriends,” she said casually. Seeing Katie’s eyes blink rapidly, she added a rueful smile and a slow nod of the head to emphasise the intended message.

The reaction was a masterstroke of acting by Miss Holmes. In that split second she had decided to appear shocked at Eliza’s revelation, because it was exactly what the younger girl had expected. She already knew of the former Buffy star’s sexuality, but there was no need to reveal that.

There was a pause for a few seconds, as neither lady knew quite what to say. Coldplay’s ‘Politik’ died away from the speakers, to be replaced by another tune. Eliza stared into the haze created by the space heaters, furiously trying to place the opening notes with the song library in her head.

In a flash it came to her, and the next line slipped out involuntarily.

“I don’t want to wait, for our lives to be over, I want to know right now, will it be,” she sang loudly.

Katie laughed. She recognised the old Dawson’s Creek theme tune from the first beat, and briefly wondered if Eliza was a fan. The two shared a look, and then Eliza joined in the laughter, although hers was more based on embarrassment. For the fist time she stole a glace at Katie’s smooth legs, partially revealed by her knee length skirt. She supposed for a girl like her, that item of clothing was daring. Spending the next few seconds exploring the slit on the side, she saw the leg turning towards her, and admired the better view.

By the time she looked up, she was mortified to see Katie’s eyebrows raised, blatantly aware to what she had been doing.

“Fucking hell Katie, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” Eliza covered her eyes in a mock gesture.

“Didn’t you?” replied Katie, eyebrows raised still further, enjoying the situation. It looked like she wasn’t even going to have to make Eliza come to her.

Eliza sighed, stubbed the last part of her smoke out, and downed yet another whiskey in one go. Turning to meet Katie’s eyes, she just laughed and shook her head. Staring at her open toed sandals, she made an alcohol induced play.

“What if I was? What are you going to do, little girl?” she jested.

“Nothing,” said Katie casually. “Enough men do it, why shouldn’t you?”

She also had something to add, just a taster to give Eliza some hope.

“Not that I mind you, you know…”she said quietly.

Eliza thought hard, facing an instant decision. Her body had been craving a release for a while now, and in that moment, cute Katie seemed just the one to provide it. She watched the girl stretch in her seat, admiring the way her small breasts jutted firmly from her chest. It was easy to see why Joey Potter was every teenage boys fantasy.

For all the misconceptions, Eliza wasn’t Faith, sexual demon to all that came before her. She knew full well that a killer body didn’t always serve as a passport to whatever you wanted, and she developed the same feelings of fear that everyone else had. With the familiar butterflies jangling, and the taste of smoke making her sick, she said her piece.

“Do you want to go somewhere more private, Katie? It’s just that I don’t like this sort of thing in public.”

Katie shrugged, trying to play everything cool. Eliza rose off her chair, and in one of those crazy drunk moments, aimed three fresh air punches at the space heater. Hearing the laugh from behind her, she continued cavorting around, leaping over two chairs on her way into the hotel.

Katie decided to take the initiative, and directed Eliza to her room. The Californian native didn’t object, instead meekly allowing her to call the lift, then dutifully following her once the appropriate floor had been reached.

Stepping into Katie’s sparse and distinctly average quarters, Eliza took one look round, and in an almost sorrowful voice, protested.

“I thought it was only me that didn’t get a Presidential Suite.”

Katie wasn’t really sure what Eliza’s point was, so remained silent, touring the room while she switched on the various table lamps. Choosing to leave the main light off, she again looked at the tall woman, who was now sitting on the edge of the double bed. She knew Eliza had no defences left in place, and that the next push could knock her over completely. She chose her question carefully.

“Why does she get to you so much?” she asked. Not, ‘Why do you let her get to you, or why does she hate you?’

Eliza screwed her eyes tightly shut, and then reopened them, trying to make the room stop spinning. Perversely, she only made the problem worse. Even in this state though, she knew that she would say nothing in detail. She tried to answer Katie vaguely.

“It’s just…” she reconsidered. “She’s not like us. She doesn’t have that warmth that nice people do. She’s, professional. That’s all.”

For Eliza, she was just trying to convince herself that the evil was lesser than its physical form. For Katie, that made things clear as mud. As she was on the opposite side of the bed to Eliza, she took the direct route towards her, crawling across the duvet until she was kneeling to the left of the drunk girl.

Eliza felt the presence, and heard the breathing behind her. She didn’t mind at all. Katie was one of the few people she totally trusted, even though she hardly knew her. The voice spoke from behind her, but for all she knew it could be coming from the third dimension.

“She hurts you badly though?” Katie asked gently.

However gently she intended it though, it wasn’t enough. Eliza put her head in her hands, and strangled the sob in the throat. Katie swallowed, forcing the guilt to disappear. She had no intention of creating misery in the poor girl’s mind. From her position kneeling behind Eliza, she slipped a comforting arm around her. 

It was the next gesture though, that changed the course of the evening. In total innocence, Katie leaned forward and planted the gentlest of kisses on the crown of Eliza’s head. It wasn’t even a touch, more a deflection of matter. Lingering for just a moment longer than she should have, she admired the scent of lemon and summertime in Eliza’s hair.

Eliza felt the touch, and as it withdrew from her head, it took her common sense with it. Chewing nervously on her bottom lip, as she did whenever she was agitated, she turned around, Katie’s arm on her shoulder feeling like a dead weight.

Staring upwards into the eyes of the brunette, Eliza attempted a moment of carpe diem. Looping her own arms around Katie, she pulled her towards her own face. Their lips touched gently. Eliza felt the elation as Katie stayed in the moment, not trying to pull away. Pushing her luck, she tried to part the soft pair of lips with her tongue. She was eagerly accepted, and for just a few seconds each girl found what they had been seeking all evening.

Reluctantly, Eliza pulled away, relishing the slight taste of strawberries on her tongue. The two looked at each other peacefully, willing the opponent to try again. That was all it remained though, one kiss. Neither girl had the courage to take the moment any further.

The problem was, in essence, complication. It wasn’t that neither girl wanted to continue; it was just that both minds were plagued with questions about the consequences. How? What? Who? Questions with no definite answers, the scourge of mankind. One of the two though, had the intelligence and lust needed to break down the equation.

“I want you.” She simply said.

On this occasion, ‘want’ was a thinly disguised substitute for ‘need’. With a ferocious passion, Katie threw herself into Eliza again, nearly sending them both to the floor. It needn’t have mattered; the powerful kiss wouldn’t have been broken for a second.

Both girls sensed something deeper than a mere craving for each other, but also decided it could wait. The time for love was later; this was about pure, animal satisfaction.

Katie edged downward, making Eliza’s neck and shoulders her own, giving the soft flesh little nips now and again. The recipient loved it, even telling her so.

“Mmmm, I love it baby, more.” She whispered.

It seemed to Katie that Eliza was in no mood to do anything but to sit back and enjoy. It was fortunate then, that she was in a giving mood. She gently manoeuvred the bigger girl down until she was lying comfortably on the bed. The passion of a few moments ago was still present, but a serene silence now accompanied it as both girls tried to adjust to their new feelings.

Climbing atop Eliza, she surveyed the smile looking at her. The smile grew to breaking point when Katie simply lifted her top over her head, exposing her breasts for the first time. She had carefully neglected to wear a bra to cover just this eventuality.

For Eliza, seeing Katie’s tits swaying in front of her was too much of a carrot to resist. She thrust her hands up, capturing both at once, roughly squeezing them together, and working her fingers over the sensitive flesh. Ever since ‘The Gift’ she had marvelled at the mystery of how a girl of such a small physique could have such an ample package. She intended to enjoy the answer to its maximum.

“Uhhh”, said Katie, the feeling of her hard nipples being caressed took away every thought except pleasure for a moment.

It was one of the hardest things she had ever done, but she smacked Eliza’s hands away from her tits, before staring at her playfully.

“Don’t you have something to show me?” she asked.

Eliza Dushku was only too glad to oblige, and leaned forward to assist Katie in removing her shirt. Pulling the fine fabric over her head, she felt a hand eagerly unsnapping her bra. Wriggling her arms, she freed both of the offending garments at once and joined Katie in the state of semi nakedness.

Katie had secretly coveted a body like Eliza’s, but in the moment of seeing it, tossed that want into the gutter. ‘What’s the point of having it, when you can play with it?’ her mind teased her. She intended to enjoy Eliza to the full, and began by lowering herself to those ample breasts, heaving in front of her.

While Katie’s breasts were not to be sniffed at, Eliza’s rack could turn men into jelly. Large, supple and firm, they just begged and invited to be felt. Katie though, decided to go one better, and went for the cleft between them with her mouth, frantically licking and exploring with her tongue. She felt Eliza wrap her fingers into the depths of her hair, making sure she couldn’t move.

Leaving a trail of wetness around Eliza’s flesh, Katie captured a nipple in her mouth and bit, feeling the reaction as nails dug into her head. Eliza began moaning and wriggling beneath her, and it seemed as if she had gone to maximum arousal in a matter of milliseconds.

Whether by accident or by design, Eliza scissored her legs around the lithe body on top of her, making it clear that she didn’t want the attention her tits were receiving to stop. Katie though, knew that one pleasure had to finish before another could start. Slowing her pace, she slipped a hand below, feeling it being obstructed by Eliza’s skirt.

The former Buffy star though, had returned her grasp to Katie’s breasts, eliciting moans from the girl as she caressed the gorgeous flesh again. She was unaware though, of what was being planned as an offensive on her.




Back In Red & Black



“aaahhhh fucking hell!” she screamed.

Katie had grabbed the taunt flesh on the inside of her thighs, and the closeness of her hand to Eliza’s pussy was driving her crazy.

Part of the reason why Eliza loved wearing short skirts was that they always gave easy access to anything beneath. She surrendered control totally to Katie as the petite girl slipped her hand into the darkness, running her slender fingers along those smooth thighs. She did everything but touch Eliza where she desperately wanted it. 

Finally Katie moved her hand until it was holding steady just above Eliza’s panty covered crotch. Eliza lay still, not wanting to antagonise Katie into stopping. Using just the tip of her fingers, she teased them underneath the side of the fabric. Eliza helpfully parted her legs, enabling Katie just to force her whole hand inside her underwear. With her skirt hiked up and her panties just shifted to one side she felt like a slut, but loved it. Eliza had a bit of a submissive side anyway, but she just let the gentle touch of Katie all over her.

Hearing soft moans of urgency, Katie decided that her playmate had waited long enough. Starting slowly, she inserted one finger into Eliza’s wet pussy, enjoying the tightness. If she believed everything she read, Eliza was a wanton sex maniac. Judging by her unspoilt cunt, she was anything but. She eased her wrist around, enjoying it being coated with pussy cream. Eliza though, wasn’t happy.

“More. Go on girl, I can take it.” She demanded. 

Katie knew she was in no position to deny Eliza anything, so she slipped first one, and then another extra finger into the tight tunnel. Such was Eliza’s arousal that an orgasm was inevitable, but Katie did her best to delay it, forcing her to consciously enjoy every second of the experience. She did everything she could to drive Eliza near the edge. She shifted her hand furiously, totally removed it before plunging back in, and used her free grip to tweak her sensitive clit.

Katie smiled as she saw Eliza mauling her own tits with both hands, making sure she got herself off in every possible way. Although Katie wasn’t one for noise during sex, Eliza obviously was. There wasn’t much of a warning, but the sudden scream gave everything away.

Eliza’s orgasm was over quickly, but she bucked her body, throwing Katie’s small frame around on top of her. She shook against Katie’s fingers, manually jerking them around her pussy, drawing every last bit of stimulation she could. She flooded Katie’s hand with girl cum, most of it spilling over onto her panties and skirt at the same time.

When it was over, she made every effort to look Katie in the eye and give her the same pleasure. Her sudden release, combined with alcohol, multiplied by Katie gently stroking her thighs, was sending her off to sleep. The last thing she felt was a wet palm being smoothed along her waistline.

For Katie, all she felt was a body quickly relax underneath her, and she rose to see closed eyes and heavy breathing. Eliza’s breasts moved with each time she filled her lungs; and in terms of looks she was giving Joey Potter a good challenge in the cute race. 

Katie couldn’t help a smile. It was the first time she had ever fucked anyone literally into dreamland. She knew though, that it would make the next part of the night infinitely easier if she could slip away without being noticed. She couldn’t help herself though, so for just a few seconds she lay on Eliza’s chest and listened to her heartbeat, summoning her strength to see her through the rest of the evening. It would have been the simplest thing in the world to have curled up and slept soundly with her lover till daybreak, but in the long run it would serve little purpose.

With regret, Katie carefully climbed off the bed and pulled the duvet over Eliza, silently wishing her a good nights sleep. She picked her discarded top from the floor and struggled into it. Taking one last look towards the sleeping girl, she made for the door, then the lift. Final destination, Kirsten’s room.

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Katie closed her bedroom door behind her and sighed heavily. She was exhausted from the strenuous workout that Eliza had given her, on top of the more conventional workout earlier in the day. On top of that, she was emotionally exhausted and not ready to face a fresh seduction. She had not expected to invest such emotion into her lovemaking with Eliza and she felt dirty at the thought of jumping straight into bed with her rival. Still, she steeled herself, this was the course she had chosen. It was for the good of her career.

Katie had stopped only to take a very quick shower and change her clothes. The combination of alcohol and passionate sex had left Eliza dead to the world, so she felt safe in preparing herself in the same room. She had chosen a pair of skin-tight jeans and a cotton blouse, figuring that she should play up to her girl-next-door looks. Studying herself in the mirror, she had decided that while she wasn’t a sultry sex-bomb, her demure features would be enough to work on almost anyone, male or female. Before leaving the room, she had grabbed a bag that she had packed earlier, filled with items to make her job easier.

She knew that Kirsten had landed the honeymoon suite through her persistent demands and that it had its own private elevator, which required a key to activate. While Katie rode the elevator to the lobby, she tried to figure out a way to get access to Kirsten’s room. Toying with the top button of her white blouse, she hoped the concierge would either be male, or a sexually ambiguous woman. She wasn’t used to flashing cleavage to gain an advantage, but she wasn’t sure if her winsome smile would be enough in this case.

The doors to the elevator opened with a ping and a feminine voice raised in anger was the first thing that Katie heard.

“What the hell is the matter with you people? I ordered room service over 20 minutes ago and I’m still waiting! How long does it take to prepare a salad? Do you know who I am?”

The voice obviously belonged to Miss Dunst and it was directed at the unfortunate concierge, who wrung his hands nervously. He was obviously not used to having to deal with a celebrity throwing a tantrum. As Katie stood at the back of the lobby and watched, the concierge made a call through to the kitchen, trying to find out what had happened to Kirsten’s precious salad. He assured her that the final touches were being put to it at that very minute and it would be with her shortly. Kirsten met this with a muttered ‘it better be’ and flounced off towards her private elevator.

Katie gathered her courage and resolved to intercept her before she reached the elevator. She was in luck that Kirsten was in the lobby within easy reach, but the mood she was in would make her job that much harder. 

“Hi Kirsten” she said as she fell in behind her, causing Kirsten to stop and spin around to face her. At first her face reflected her anger, both at the late salad and being bothered by a fan, but then she realised it was her co-star and her looked changed to apathetic.

“Oh. Katie. What do you want?”

Katie was a bit surprised at Kirsten’s attitude. Sure, they hadn’t been the best of friends on set so far, but Kirsten had at least been polite.

“I was thinking that we’ve hardly got to know each other during this shoot, when we’ve got so much in common. I was going to suggest sharing a bottle of wine and having a girlie night in.” Katie smiled at Kirsten, while her stomach fluttered nervously.

“Well that’s a lovely offer Katie” Kirsten smiled faintly, but it never reached her eyes. “But I’m exhausted after my workout earlier, I just want to eat my salad and get into bed.” She had moved into the waiting elevator while talking and slipped her key-card into the slot. “Maybe another time?”

Katie felt desperation set in. It was obvious that Kirsten was fobbing her off and she needed to get this done now. She had convinced herself that one more day of strained relations between Kirsten and Eliza would lead to a total breakdown of filming. So as the doors began to slide closed, she did something she would normally never do. She jumped in.

She only just made it before the door closed and lost her balance as she landed, falling to her knees in front of an open-mouthed Kirsten. Katie raised her eyes from the floor, taking notice of Kirsten’s body without being obvious about it. Kirsten’s legs were tanned, taught thighs disappearing into her short skirt, the rest of the view between her legs teasingly hidden by shadows. Her toned stomach made Katie feel like drooling, before her tight baby-doll t-shirt took over, nicely shaped over her pert breasts. Her heart-shaped face framed by flowing blonde hair completed the near-perfect image. Katie found herself feeling a little better about this, as her growing arousal began to outweigh her nervousness and guilt.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you crazy?” Kirsten looked more shocked than angry.

“It’s just that… I really wanted to talk to you, get to know you…” Katie trailed off, totally embarrassed and unable to focus on giving Kirsten a reason for her actions. While she desperately fought for a reason for her behaviour, her gaze kept involuntarily drifting towards the shadow between Kirsten’s legs. Something about not being able to see exactly what was hidden there attracted her deeply and she couldn’t stop herself staring.

Kirsten noticed Katie’s frequent gazes towards her crotch while trying to explain herself and she smiled inwardly. She’d met enough young lesbian fans to notice the signs of sexual attraction towards her. Only this time she believed it was time to indulge her Sapphic desires again. The incident with Eliza had left her burned, unsure whether she ever wanted to put herself in that position again, but seeing Katie almost shaking with desire for her, she was sure. This was her chance to be in charge, to satisfy her own sexual desires with no regard for her partner. Eliza had made sure that was impossible for her, but she thought Katie would be far more accommodating. She had to be sure though; she couldn’t run the risk of making the same mistake again.

“You want me, don’t you Katie?” Katie’s head snapped up at Kirsten’s words, but she was unable to deny them, the lust in her eyes answering for her. Seeing as this was her aim anyway, she buried her guilt deep down and concentrated on the intense lust she was feeling for Kirsten. A nod of her head ensured that Kirsten was in no doubt as to how she felt about the situation.

Kirsten had resisted all Sapphic temptations since the encounter with Eliza and had resigned herself to sticking purely to men. Certainly she hadn’t looked at her latest co-star as a potential partner, but Katie’s lust-filled gaze flicked a switch inside of her. She consciously threw her inhibitions out of the window and gave in to her raging desires.

Kirsten began to spread her legs slowly, noticing with a wicked inner smile how Katie’s eyes were glued to her crotch. As her legs spread further, her already damp panties were exposed to Katie’s hungry gaze. The movement also had the effect of making Kirsten’s ultra-short and tight skirt inch up her thighs, revealing more of her silky smooth skin. She also began caressing her breasts through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, feeling the nipples harden under her practised touch.

Katie felt like a deer caught in the headlights as Kirsten’s skirt inched up her thighs. As Kirsten’s legs spread, more and more of her white panties were revealed to Katie, along with a slowly spreading wet crotch. When Kirsten began fondling her own breasts, Katie let out an involuntary moan at the sensations she was feeling. It was only then that she realised she’d unconsciously unbuttoned her jeans and buried 2 fingers inside her dripping pussy.

Seeing Katie masturbate furiously at her wanton display made Kirsten feel ever more turned-on. She revelled in the power she wielded in this encounter, the dominant in her planning all kinds of erotic acts. One hand drifted down to slip under her panties, moving with practised ease to begin fingering herself.

Any man who had a chance to watch this would probably drop dead at the sight. Two stunning Hollywood actresses staring across an elevator at each other, one of them on her knees. Both of them less than fully-clothed, exploring their private parts with feverish intensity. So lost were they both in the encounter, neither noticed the ping of the elevator as it reached the penthouse. The fact that there was only the one room on this floor doubtless spared them a large dose of embarrassment.

Kirsten finally noticed the doors were open and quickly hauled Katie to her feet before rushing into her suite. Now that her lust had convinced her to do this, there was no room left for rational thought. In the space of a few seconds, Katie was tossed onto the bed in front of Kirsten, having hardly had time to get her fingers out of her jeans.

“So you came here planning to seduce me did you, you little slut?” The words would have been accusatory had Kirsten’s voice not practically dripped with desire. It was only now that she noticed the bag Katie had brought with her, which had been dropped beside the bed. When Kirsten saw what was in the bag, her smile became positively evil, sending a shiver of anticipation, perhaps mixed with a little fear, down Katie’s spine.

Kirsten quickly stripped off her clothes and reached into the bag, pulling out one of the items Katie had selected for this encounter. She pulled an intimidating strap-on out of the drawer and quickly slipped it on. Walking toward Katie, she gave her an evil smile.

“So, you're curious are you? The good girl wants to experiment a little? Well...I'll satisfy plenty of your curiosities, you little whore..."

With that, Kirsten pushed Katie back on the bed and entered her. Katie cried out in surprise, but immediately her body began to respond. Her nipples hardened, her pussy began dripping and her skin tingled all over her body. She couldn’t believe how quickly her libido had got into this scene and she wanted to let Kirsten know. “Please, Kirsten, teach me, show me what a bad girl I've been."

Kirsten found it impossible to keep a look of shock off her face. She had always seen Katie as a straight-laced, straight-as-an-arrow good girl who would consider lesbian sex scandalous at best. She never would have guessed the capacity for sexual adventure Katie possessed, how she would masturbate herself to exhaustion some nights, dreaming of the perverse acts she wanted to indulge in. Now that some of them were coming true, she was determined to immerse herself in it fully. 



After a look of extreme confusion, Kirsten said, “Don't try to use that reverse psychology shit on me, you little bitch!” With that, she began thrusting into Katie, pumping her hard, as she bucked her hips up against her. It took a little bit of time for the girls to get the rhythm down, but soon, Katie was meeting Kirsten’s thrusts, trying to feel the strap-on as deep inside her as she could.

Kirsten was sweating, her head down, supporting herself on the bed, pumping furiously into Katie’s pussy. Katie began to groan, feeling every bit of her body tightening as orgasm approached incredibly quickly. Her arms reached up for Kirsten, her hands on her neck, her shoulders, and her back, anything that helped her thrust harder into Katie.

Just before Katie was going to cum, however, Kirsten pulled out of her with a grunt and got off of the bed. “Stand up you horny little slut.” Katie got off the bed and faced her. Kirsten immediately grabbed her, spun her around and bent her over the bed. She began rubbing the cock over Katie’s slit and then, with a groan of pleasure, she thrust the cock into Katie and began pumping her again, even harder than before.

Katie moaned with pleasure, feeling just as dirty and naughty as she’d dreamed she would. The more she moaned, the harder Kirsten pounded her, until she was fucking Katie so hard they were grunting together with each stroke. Again, just as Katie was about to cum, Kirsten seemed to exercise a sixth sense, pulling out of her and then sitting down on the bed.

“Suck me like you would suck a guy.” Katie’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she immediately got on her knees and took the strap-on cock into her mouth. She began sucking gingerly at first, but as she began to taste her own juices, she began to lick the length of the cock with more enthusiasm.

Kirsten just leaned back and watched Katie lather her strap-on with her tongue. “That's right you little whore, lick it up, be a good little girl.” As Kirsten encouraged her with her dirty talk, Katie began to feel even more turned on. Her fingers began to rub Kirsten’s legs, caressing the tender skin on the insides of her thighs. Katie’s fingers moved closer and closer to her swollen mound, and with the first touch of her fingers to her sex, Kirsten sucked in her breath and whimpered.

Kirsten raised her eyes to Kirsten’s, even while she was still sucking her fake cock. Katie became bolder and slid her fingertips into Kirsten’s slit. Kirsten groaned, and her hips moved involuntarily. Katie found her very large and very hard clit and began stroking it back and forth, completely mesmerised with the effect it was having on her incredibly sexy co-star.

Kirsten had thrown her head back, her long blonde hair falling back over her shoulders. Her lids closed over her gorgeous blue eyes, and her lovely breasts heaved as her she began to breathe more heavily. Kirsten's slim body looked as if it could not strain any more due to the pleasure, but Katie was beginning to believe that she’d gone through other nights even wilder than this.

Katie continued her ministrations on Kirsten’s clit and watched as her body writhed. Finally, she slid two fingers toward Kirsten’s hole and slipped them inside. As she did, Kirsten cried out and bucked her hips up. Her eyes flew open, and the look on her face was one of absolute frenzy.

“Pump my pussy with your fingers, bitch!” she yelled as she pumped her hips in time with Katie’s fingers. Katie slid the cock out of her mouth and rocked forward. As she continued to pump her fingers in and out of Kirsten’s dripping wet cunt, she leaned forward and took one of Kirsten's extremely hard nipples into her mouth. Katie began to suck it in earnest, straining her eyes to see the expressions on Kirsten’s face.

Again her eyes were shut tight, moaning and panting as Katie’s fingers filled her. Suddenly, Kirsten looked down at her and told her she was about to cum. “Bury your face in my pussy and drink it up, baby.”

Katie immediately did as she was told, pushing Kirsten’s legs wide open and spreading her lips. Katie gently touched her tongue to Kirsten’s clit, and she immediately cried out even louder than before. Katie at that moment knew that she wanted to make Kirsten scream and cum all over her face. She forced her tongue into Kirsten’s hole and began pumping it in and out. In the meantime, Katie’s fingers were busy; she was stroking Kirsten’s clit and pinching, twisting, and pulling on of her nipples roughly.

Rejoicing in the pleasure from this treatment, it didn't take long for Kirsten to orgasm. She sucked in her breath, thrust her hips forward, and announced, seemingly to the entire hotel, that she was cumming.

The actual orgasm did not disappoint. Her pussy spasmed, and what seemed a torrent of cum seemed to pump out of her. Katie lapped it up but could not manage it all. It dripped onto her face, her bare breasts, down her torso and onto the bed sheets.

Kirsten looked at Katie with a satisfied expression and pushed her hair back out of her face. “So much for the innocent view I had of you, my demure little co-star. I thought butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth. Now I know that you’re really a bad little girl at heart, a little lesbian slut.” She said, and smiled wickedly. “I think it's time to complete your punishment.”




Back In Red & Black



Kirsten quickly got up and rummaged through the bag of toys. A wide and slightly evil grin split her face when she found exactly the toy she was looking for. She pulled out a huge cock and replaced the normal sized one she was sporting. She also pulled out a vibrator, which was more like the size Katie was used to dealing with. 

Kirsten then crawled back onto the bed, sitting with her back against the wall. She pulled Katie on top her and then set her down on the huge strap-on cock. It hurt at first, but Katie’s pussy quickly accommodated the huge size of the cock and began taking it in hungrily. When she had the entire length of the cock inside of her, Katie opened her eyes and looked into Kirsten’s face. She decided that a little ego-boosting could only help the situation.

“Do you know how long I have been fantasizing about this? Do you know how many times I have brought myself off, thinking of you and the sexual exploits we could enjoy together?”

Kirsten smiled naughtily. “Baby, I’d expect nothing less once from anyone once they’d spent some time around me.” Katie inwardly gasped in surprise. There was obviously nothing wrong with Kirsten’s ego. Katie stopped worrying about it as Kirsten kissed her, her tongue entering Katie’s mouth aggressively. Kirsten pulled Katie tight against her body, their breasts rubbing against each other. Her hands played along Kirsten’s spine, making her skin tingle like it was on fire. Katie began to rock ever so slowly, loving the feel of the cock pushing deep inside her.

The lingering kiss ended and Katie pulled away, looking into Kirsten’s face as she moved her hips against Katie. As Katie began to get more and more aroused, she kept her mind on her task with an effort. She knew part of the turn-on for Kirsten was the power-trip, so she worked to strengthen that. 

She looked into Kirsten’s eyes and said, “Kirsten, punish me for being such a naughty girl. Mmmmm... I’ve been so naughty, watching you on set and getting my pussy all wet thinking about being licked by you. Will you punish me for being so bad?” Katie was panting by the time she finished speaking, her hips moving faster and her pert breasts jiggling.

Her words obviously had the desired effect on Kirsten. “Mmmmm... You are such a naughty little whore. You deserve to be punished.” With that, she swatted Katie’s behind. Katie gasped, but loved the feel of the spanking. Her nipples hardened even more than she thought possible, and when Kirsten saw her reaction, she began to spank Katie in earnest, whispering some of the dirtiest things she’d ever heard, the entire time berating Katie for being so naughty and nasty. Katie loved every second of it, and began to lose control. She bounced up and down on the strap-on and clutched at Kirsten, crushing them together, loving the feel of their breasts pushing together.

For the third time just as Katie was about to reach orgasm, Kirsten stopped her. Katie almost whimpered, pleading with Kirsten to allow her to climax. Kirsten just smiled and lay back, placing her hands on Katie’s hips. She turned Katie around so she was facing away from her. Kirsten helped her to begin to rock her hips again, and the feelings of pleasure quickly came back. Kirsten massaged her reddened buttocks, gently running her fingers over the surface of Katie’s tender ass. She then began to rub her fingertips around Katie’s other hole. Kirsten then took her hands away, leaving Katie again whimpering in protest. Katie then heard a soft whirring and felt a pressure against her ass. Kirsten was steadily pushing the spare vibrator into her ass!

It hurt at first, but because Kirsten chose a smaller vibrator, Katie quickly adjusted to the new sensations. She began to ride Kirsten harder, her hands reaching up to pinch and pull at her own nipples. Kirsten pumped the vibrator in and out of Katie’s ass, and soon Katie was enthusiastically bouncing up and down on her in rhythm with the vibrator.

“Oh God Kirsten, I'm going to cum!” Katie screamed as her body tensed up, her pussy and ass spasming together in what seemed like an endless orgasm. Kirsten’s body shook with great intensity, and finally, Katie disengaged herself from Kirsten and the pleasure-giving toys.

Together, the two exhausted girls lay on the bed, before Katie made her way towards the drinks globe. Returning with a chilled bottle of Smirnoff and two tot glasses, she poured. Carefully regulating her own supply, she made sure she kept Kirsten drinking until it made an impact on her psyche. Sure enough, her prey’s mental capacity dropped, and Katie began the preparation for the last section of the night.

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Katie staggered along the fourth floor landing, supporting Kirsten on one shoulder. The blonde had fallen silent during the journey up in the lift, and Katie desperately hoped that she wasn’t rethinking the plan she had committed herself too.

At this time of the morning, the corridor was dark save for the dimly lit sign above the fire escape. The darkness was a welcome relief for Katie. Every neuron in her mind was telling her one thing. Go to sleep. Even though she had drunk sparingly with both women, the alcohol she had consumed and the earlier exertion combined until she was on the point of collapse herself. The dim light gave her a slight respite as it reduced the pain in her eyes and mind.

Rubbing her forehead with one hand, Katie produced the key-card and opened the door. On her shoulder, Kirsten mumbled something illegible as she pushed the door open. Katie was thankful she had drawn the curtains earlier, and made sure she didn’t automatically switch on the light as she entered. The room must stay completely dark.

As her night vision started to kick in, Katie noticed the prone figure on the bed. Eliza looked dead to the world, but she knew she had to wake her somehow. She gently pushed Kirsten off her supporting arm, and the blonde lowered herself into the nearest chair.

All her life, Katie had believed in the theory of que sera sera. She hoped that all this effort would work out the way it was meant to. Kirsten’s next words began to fulfil the potential that was there.

“Have you got a drink, some wash, anything?” she said.

Katie paused for a second as Kirsten’s jumbled words failed to make much sense to her. Finally awakening to her needs, Katie replied tiredly.

“Cabinet above the sink, lots of mouthwash.” Even Katie couldn’t form her words properly.

She watched as Kirsten hauled herself up and in the direction of the open doorway. The light that the bathroom provided wasn’t enough to fully illuminate the room. As soon as Kirsten had disappeared round the doorway, she ran noiselessly to the bedside. Placing one hand on Eliza’s shoulder, she shook aggressively.

Eliza stirred momentarily, and groaned as her body grew accustomed to its fragile condition again. The pounding at her shoulder was getting worse, so she cracked open her eyes to a beautiful sight. Katie Holmes looked amazing, even after a few drinks. Eliza didn’t have the presence of mind to ask Katie where she had been all this time, but merely smiled sleepily.

Katie responded with the best seductive smile she could find in her soul. As Eliza propped herself onto one elbow, the duvet fell away from her upper body, exposing her breasts. Katie only saw their faint outline in the darkness, but fondly remembered touching and kissing them earlier as Eliza writhed beneath her.

For a few seconds the two girls looked into each other’s eyes in an almost loving desire. Katie raised her hand to comb Eliza’s dark strands behind her ears, only for them to fall back across her face instantly. Touching her mouth to the brunettes in the slightest of kisses, her mind panicked as she heard noises in the bathroom.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” She whispered. “To take you. Just lie there, don’t do anything. I want to make love to you.”

Eliza didn’t respond, instead closing her eyes and sinking back into the pillow. ‘If Katie wants me’, she thought, ‘she can have me’.



Katie quickly stepped towards the bathroom, making sure to kick the door as near shut as it would go. Kirsten was busy washing her mouth out, clearing the taste of the drink she had liberally taken earlier.

Aware that Kirsten couldn’t speak, Katie slid up behind her and wrapped her arms around the slim waist. Being taller than Kirsten, she settled for resting her head in the crown of Kirsten’s hair, trying to doze in peace. She looked into the mirror to find Kirsten’s eyes.

In a fraction of a second she knew why Kirsten and Eliza were so different. The eyes staring back at her were cold and indifferent, despite what they’d shared. They were owned by a cool, calculating mind, a person Katie would find impossible to love. Despite being a beautiful woman and a dynamo in bed, Katie had no desire to sleep with her again. 

Eliza, on the other hand, wore her heart on her sleeve. Owner of two of the most expressive brown eyes in the world, she made sure you knew what she was thinking. Katie knew that in any other lifetime, there could be something between them. What was about to happen though would put pay to that idea. Katie quickly wondered about aborting her plan here and now, and then just as fast remembered why she was here in the first place. To save her career. Shuddering at the thought of being so shallow, she whispered in Kirsten’s ear.

“I’m going to turn the lights out and lay in bed. When you’re ready, come find me, and kiss me. Don’t say anything. I want this to be special, a little more tender than before.” She said.

Backing away step by step, Katie was aware of Kirsten watching her in the mirror, making no effort to say if she had understood her or not. As one final temptation, Katie undid a button on her shirt for each pace she took. Four buttons in all, until both seams of the shirt hung loosely over her, making obvious the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Running her right hand through the gap and over her flesh, she smiled at Kirsten, and made her exit.

Moving silently across the main bedroom, Katie entered the walk in closet, deliberately positioning herself where she couldn’t see what might happen. Waiting for a few seconds, she shut off her conscience, and instead focused her ears intently.

She heard the click of the light switch, and soft, padded footsteps walk over towards the bed. The giant structure creaked as extra bodyweight steadied on it. Then, Katie heard it. The soft sound of two bodies meeting together. Everything rested on the next few moments. Screwing her eyes shut, she concentrated on translating the sound into the vision of her mind’s eye. 

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Having already discarded her jeans as she walked across the room, the blonde pushed her hair back from her eyes as she climbed onto the bed. As she looked at Katie lying alongside her, she suppressed an evil laugh. Right from the start, she had visualised that the petite girl was begging to be dominated sexually. Having acted the same way herself, Kirsten truly appreciated the allure of the cute, innocent girl, waiting to be corrupted. The thought of what she had done to Katie only a short time ago had her wet again.

Kirsten kneeled on the bed, hands resting on hips. Dressed in a tiny pair of white panties and a tight shirt, she knew Katie wanted her. Forcefully, she leapt on top of the prone figure, jamming their mouths together, ripping the covers from the bed, and exposing the body beneath them.

The response was eager, and instant.

At the sudden movements, Kirsten’s head pounded, and she had to slide away, lying on her back. From being in total control, she was helpless and vulnerable, a situation she hated. She felt Katie slip on top of her, and eagerly wrapped her legs around the smooth body, feeling her breasts crush on to her own. 

Almost in the same instant, the two drunk girls recognised that Katie Holmes was not who she pretended to be. Having had time to sleep off her ill advised drinking session, Eliza was the fractionally more alert, and her eyes saw the blonde grinning evilly at her. In her mind, Eliza saw payback for everything, and she was going to take it, consensual or not.

Love was the furthest thing from Eliza’s mind as she leapt forward and jammed herself against Kirsten in a searing hot closed mouth kiss. The rational part of her mind felt the guilt, and told her to stop, but the human part begged her to teach the bitch a lesson.

Kirsten herself desperately tried to protest, but with her lips sealed in a kiss by Missy’s alter ego, she could do nothing. Determined not to loose any initiative, she responded by pushing forward with all her strength, aiming to break Eliza’s rhythm. Eliza though, knew Kirsten, and in turn knew exactly what the blonde was trying to do.

Rolling with the punch, Eliza threw herself backwards, eagerly accepting Kirsten into her embrace on the bed. Securely throwing her legs around the waif like body, Eliza rolled over, pinning Kirsten to the bed. For a few seconds, the form beneath her fought like a wildcat, until, finally, the first sign of surrender showed. Still locked into the kiss, Eliza sensed the lips part, and both bodies relaxed as for the first time, they shared a deep sensual kiss.

They continued for what seemed like an age. Eliza gently nibbled on Kirsten’s bottom lip, enticing a gentle, erotic moan from the object of her lust. When she was sure Kirsten was all hers, Eliza lowered her hands, squeezing her breasts through Kiki’s t-shirt. The blonde’s small nipples immediately hardened at the touch, and the wicked thought flashed across Eliza’s mind that Kirsten had come ready to fuck.

Satisfying herself with one last grope at Kirsten’s tits, the hands continued downwards until they gently massaged her ass, tracing small circles gently with her fingertips. Eliza knew that Miss Dunst had a smoking hot body behind all that hostility, and she was about to enjoy it to the full.

Kirsten felt a palpable change in her body that wasn’t necessarily willing. The fight drained out of her as she felt the soft hands on her skin, creating the sensations that only foreplay can do. She pulled herself around Eliza, settling into her, forgetting the hatred for just a little while.

It was like the calm after the storm as the two just lay on the bed, breasts crushed together by the force of their embrace. As the karma settled in the atmosphere, Eliza saw the opportunity to offer the olive branch, and grasped it with both hands.

Ever so slowly, she slid down Kirsten’s body, peppering the chest and naval with soft kisses, taking occasional nips at the flesh on the way down. It was now so close she was almost overcome by the sexual aroma coming from Kirsten’s wet pussy. Using the very tips of her fingers, she shimmied the panties down, exposing Kirsten’s sex to the natural world.

Kirsten helpfully lifted her thin shirt over her head, inducing a state of complete nakedness to her body. She tried to relax her body and enjoy, but couldn’t help an involuntary kick as she felt the warm tongue drag across her cunt for the first time, collecting the wetness that a hot Kiki just oozed away.

Before Eliza began a full scale assault on her pussy, Kirsten just about had the neural presence to wonder what the hell was going on. She was almost distraught at what was happening to her. She knew she was being fucked by Eliza, but her body would do nothing about it. Her mind wouldn’t let her ignore the pleasure she was being given as Eliza drew her tongue through her pussy one more time. Her thighs shuddered in excitement as her hands went instantly to the brunettes head, making sure there was no way she could leave Kirsten’s honey alone.

As desperately as she wanted to kick away and walk out the door, Kirsten reluctantly gave in to what she had been thinking about for years. If the mood took her, Eliza could ooze sex from every pore. But, no matter what she tried, Kirsten could never quite equal that. The jealousy that burned away inside her led her to think about the ultimate revenge, finding Eliza and showing her who was the best woman. Up until now, she had never found the courage to do it, and yet, when the weird situation had arisen, she had failed miserably.

As Eliza began to become more insistent in her explorations, Kirsten’s libido took over and told her to worry about the situation later. The pleasure was more than enough to concentrate on for now. Kirsten relaxed and let Eliza make love to her. Kirsten spread her thighs a little more, a sign of her acceptance that Eliza was going to bring her off. Eliza’s tongue played over her pussy, licking from top to bottom over and over. Eliza pressed her tongue inside Kirsten, who felt her suck hard. God, it felt so wonderful that Kirsten could only vaguely note she’d missed out by not trying this before. 

Eliza’s lips sucked Kirsten’s clit and she moaned out, so Eliza flicked it over and over with her tongue. Kirsten felt a finger press against her pussy and slip inside to explore. Gently Eliza finger fucked her while she sucked and licked Kirsten’s clit again and again. The tension kept rising in Kirsten’s body. The sensations of Eliza’s tongue and lips lit fires in Kirsten that she hardly knew existed and she felt waves of ecstasy start at her clit and flow through her body. Kirsten was overcome by the passion and screamed out over and over as Eliza fingered her pussy and licked her hard clit. Kirsten knew she climaxed at least once before Eliza quit licking her, but for all she was aware, it could have been more. When Eliza finally stopped, Kirsten was limp as could be and lay there panting, unable to do more.

After Kirsten’s orgasm, Eliza reluctantly removed herself from her wet snatch, and rested her tired head on the smooth thighs next to her. Kiki’s hands, unused until now, gently stroked the top of Eliza’s head, becoming less and less frequent as she dropped off to sleep. Finally, catharsis set in, and the movement was no more. Kirsten was asleep. Moving slowly away from her, Eliza found the vacant side of the bed, and lay full length on it.

She knew something weird had happened. To have passionate sex with a girl was one thing, but for it to be with a girl whom she had hardly spoken civilly with for the best part of three years was a different proposition entirely.

The brunette knew though, that it would be the right thing to leave now and walk away. Things might not be too pretty if they woke up next to each other in the morning. Shutting her eyes, she propped herself against the headboard, and glanced at the neon lights of the alarm clock. 03:39 wasn’t the sort of time to be trying to locate her own room in her mental state. Eliza knew though, that it was the right thing to do. Starting to rise, there was a mutter from the body of Kirsten, and a gesture, which subconscious or not, forced Eliza to stay.

As soon as she had broken the bond between them, Kirsten’s arms had reached out across the bed, willing Eliza to become wrapped in them once again. As the warm body fell into them, for a few brief hours, Dunst and Dushku had the one thing they each craved. Pure, unbroken love. 



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Another girl enjoying life to the full at that moment was Katie Holmes. Having seen Eliza and Kirsten obviously recognise each other, her heart had sunk, feeling it was all over. As she prepared to run for her life. Turning into the doorway of the closet though, she was just in time to see the sex fight developing right in front of her.

Anyone coming into the room at that moment would have thought Katie had had some sort of industrial accident. Her jeans lay bunched around the ankles, and the pristine example of a shirt was hooked into a tangled mess over her shoulder. The only clothes properly attached to her body were a set of cream bra and panties that Katie had just removed her hands from. They created the image that Katie was famous for, and played too all the time, despite what she told the press. Sexy, but with an underlying cuteness that made you want to throw her on the nearest bed and fuck her till she screamed.




Back In Red & Black



Even though she had already been well satisfied this evening, Katie had become absorbed in the free show. She was no voyeur, but one hand had already found its way to her sore pussy, while the other was gently squeezing her soft breasts.

Totally aroused by the sight of Kirsten and Eliza going at it, Katie quickly brought herself to yet another climax for the evening. Making herself presentable again, she waited until the two were asleep, then stole through the room in silence.

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If you believed the original ‘Bring It On’, the West Coast of America never saw a drop of rain, preferring to bask instead in perpetual sunshine.

This particular morning ran true to stereotype, and the first person to be woken by the low, blinding sun was Katie Holmes. Having vacated her room sometime in the early hours, she had made sure to steal Eliza’s keycard from her pocket, so at least she had somewhere to spend the rest of the night. Either that or the floor was the other option.

On reflection, Katie decided that the floor wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. For one thing, she might have actually got some proper sleep. Her mind was filled with worry over the last 12 hours. She was sure that when the shit hit the fan, everyone would be after her blood, labelling her some kind of weirdo for what she had tried to do.

Soft tears had rolled down her cheeks as she looked into the darkness, finally drifting into a fitful doze. Having forgotten to shut the curtains, the early morning sunrise has hit her in the face, waking her instantly.

Pulling on her creased, tattered clothes, Katie decided to go for a walk before facing whatever lay in store. Vacating the room, she walked sedately to the lobby, then out into the quiet street, wishing she could run away from the monster she had created.

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In Katie’s own room, two drunk girls had metamorphosed into two hung over girls. Having entrenched themselves as far away from one another as possible, Eliza shouldn’t have been surprised when the inevitable happened and she fell from her position balanced on the side of the mattress.

Eliza stared into her reflection on the balcony door for a moment as she recovered her senses. The by-product of her senses was recollection of memory, and she instantly spun round, desperately motivated to confirm what her mind was telling her.

When she did in fact witness a sleeping Kirsten Dunst on the other side of the bed, Eliza would have done a Cheshire cat proud. A smile of satisfaction and content was on her face as she studied the drowsy blonde.

The more Eliza watched, the more she saw into Kirsten. ‘The one time a person can’t define their behaviour,’ she mused, ‘is when they are sleeping.’ In her eyes, the face was open and pleasant, the mouth was twisted into a cheeky grin, in all, Eliza realised, it was probably the vision of Kirsten Dunst that boys wished they woke up with.

She was one of the few though, that knew how far removed it was from the façade, and she was sure it was that, that Kirsten put up every day.

Standing tall, Eliza rescued a discarded shirt from the floor and pulled it over her, not bothering to try and find her bra. Realising the awful taste in her mouth, she ran straight for the bathroom and drank vigorously from the tap, washing free the remnants of a serious bender.

Finally pulling clear, she wiped her mouth on her hand, and made for the doorway. There was nothing to be gained by staying, unless…

What had caught Eliza’s eye were two things. Firstly, the telephone pad and pen, and second, a large key. The corners of her luscious mouth couldn’t resist a smile as she set to work. In under a minute she had written her note and propped it on the pillow, and in a further minute she had set her trap. Ever since she was knee high, Eliza had always been a bit of a practical joker, the effects of which were always spectacular.

Looking at Kirsten one more time, Eliza left quickly, desperately seeking one Katherine Noelle Holmes.

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It was close enough to Noon when Kirsten finally awoke, sick to the pit of her stomach and with a head pounding like Thor’s hammer. Crawling on all fours to the bathroom she was decisively sick, virtually proof alcohol was flooding into the pan.

Sick as a dog, Kiki propped herself against the shower cubicle, and grabbed the towel to wipe her face with. Sweating profusely, she didn’t even have the strength to move for several minutes, and even when she did it was only to crawl back to the bed.

It was only when she was finally laying down again that she realised the state she was in. And for the first time since she was a child, Kirsten began to cry. Not the small tears of fear that Katie had experienced at dawn, but heart rendering sobs, born of pain and frustration, and also of a third evil, loneliness.

The blonde was a physical and mental mess, and she looked exactly what she felt. Naked and exposed. Clutching her own pillow as a lifeline, it was soon wet with tears as Kirsten tried to study herself. The room seemed cold and lifeless, and on another day Kirsten might have seen the problem.

The lack of a friend, a comforter was compounding the agony tenfold. Someone to hold her and reassure her, while making her feel better. At that moment, Kirsten would have given her life’s content for a warm body to hold. 

In trying to exchange her own pillow for a dry one, she stumbled upon the note that Eliza had written. Taking one look at the words, she screwed it up and threw it as hard as she could against the wall, the crying even harder, drawing her knees to her chest in a sign of absolute resignation.

The letter that Eliza had written had been meant for the Kirsten that Eliza had known for the past 3 years.

‘Are you going to be my bitch, or still just any old bitch?’

Cruel and heartless words for a girl of the same origin, Eliza had thought, although maybe not in such a scholarly way.

In that instant she read the note though, Kirsten was not who she pretended to be, instead she was weak and vulnerable. She hadn’t even fully understood the words, only seeing the word ‘bitch’ in her own mind.

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It was another hour before Kirsten was significantly composed enough to try and find some aspirin, and then her own room. Looking around for her clothes, she was surprised to find the floor empty, and then noticed the closets on the far wall. In giving the handle a sharp tug, she found it nearly came off in her hand, as did the handle of every door in there.

The empty keyholes told their own story, and Kirsten found that if she looked hard enough she could see her top through the slats in the louvre doors. Shaking the handle in resignation, she sat down on the edge of the bed, pondering hard. She was certain Eliza had stitched her up, but instead of the usual boiling resentment in her heart, there was nothing, just an acceptance of her fate. As she was starting to realise, things were going to change the second she exited that room, and for once, she wouldn’t be in control of it. 

For the second time that day, her mental strength gave out, and she found herself sobbing uncontrollably, desperate for any kind of salvation. The once proud Miss Dunst cut a sad and forlorn figure in the solace of the impersonal hotel room.

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Had anyone been walking along the corridor at that moment, they would have posed serious questions as to why Katie Holmes was desperately trying to listen at her own doorway.

For the girl herself, translating the sounds into visions in her minds eye was hard, and she began to form some idea of how it must be for the blind.

Having been for her walk, had breakfast and generally hung around the hotel for a good few hours, Katie judged it safe to go back to her room, handing Eliza’s keycard in at reception along the way. However, just as she was going to enter, her ears picked up the stray sounds, and she had held back, testing the atmosphere. The green light flashed on the door, and all it would take was a gentle push to open it.

Upon hearing the sound of crying though, Katie immediately knew it was not the ending she had hoped for or tried to engineer. She sank to the rough carpet of the floor, and placed her head in her hands. She didn’t know who was crying, or why, but there could only be one outcome.

Katie sat and stared into nothing, overanalysing as she tried to see where everything had gone wrong. After a while the noises from the room subsided, but she couldn’t care enough to move.

There was actually a sad symmetry to the scene, Katie slumped in the corridor, Kirsten slumped in the bed. Yet, had only the doorway not been separating them, the two might have found the reassurance they desperately sought.

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Eliza had been wandering for hours after Katie, until the helpful receptionist pointed her in the right direction. Unable to remove the permanent smile from her face, she made her way to the very familiar room.

The first thing she saw was Katie sitting in the corridor, and it then occurred to her that she had no idea of what to say. So many questions, but somehow it didn’t seem the right time to ask them.

Quietly clearing her throat, she got Katie’s attention, who simply stared at her in horror. For the petite cutie, it was like the ghost of Christmas past appearing, but at least it seemed to answer the question of who was in the room. She stood up as Eliza approached her, bracing herself for either a punch or a mouthful of abuse.

The very last thing she expected was Eliza to laugh openly, and she suddenly found her voice.

“How the fuck can you laugh?” she asked quietly, almost in fear of the tall brunette.

Eliza stopped, although a few chuckles still escaped.

“I think its finally all over, I’ve…” she started.

“Nothing’s over. Everything’s fucked.” Katie replied in a defeatist tone.

She jerked her head towards the door, behind which faint sounds of crying could still be heard.

“Listen.” She ordered. 

Eliza knew what the sounds were, and she acted the only way she knew how, namely, with intent and decisiveness. Spying the green light, she pushed the door open.

Two jaws simultaneously dropped as they surveyed what was before them. 

Whereas some could deflect their conscience into oblivion, Eliza wasn’t one of those people. Someone else may have been able to walk away, but despite everything that had transpired, she couldn’t find the strength to do it.

Swallowing her pride, the quickly crossed to the bed and acted the way she had always been taught to do.

In the doorway Katie looked at the scene she had created, put it to the back of her mind and walked away. There was no place for her here, at least not until the two still in the room had made their peace.

Pulling the door shut, Katie made for the lift, and the sanctuary of the outside world.