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The House Of Miss Terrie Ch. 1

By: O_J_Flintstone



One day, there was a young man named Rich. He lived in a small apartment on the outskirts of town. He was your normal college kid, and had the normal enough life, except he was recently unemployed. So, he was awaiting a letter from a company he contacted about something, and when he checked the mail today, his adventure unknowingly began, when he got a strange letter. 

He saw a plain white letter envelope, with the return address of Miss Terrie, and just the same town he was in, and no other markings. he looked at it, and then saw the rest of the mail, which included a congratulations notice from Ed McMahon about "winning" 10 million dollars, the gas bill of about $60 bucks, and a letter asking him to join the army. He tossed the letters aside, and then opened the one that caught his eye. All it had was some paper, in the form of a letter. He then got his glasses and started to read it:

Dear Rich,

Do you need money? Are you sick of those phony ads that promise that kind of thing? wish one of them was real? Well, read this nice offer, the opportunity of a lifetime, take part in our social study of male behavior, worship, love, and the mind. Sponsored by Marrs Inc. fill out this short enclosed form, and mail it to us at this address, PO Box 651, Seattle Washington, 93781. 

Thank you for your time, Ms. Terry, CEO Mars Inc.

Rich laughed a little, of course, but had a funny gut feeling about it, and decided, it was a longshot at best. Hey! he was feeling like a sucker, so why not? So he took the short question form, with the cliche' form questions, name, address, and other stuff. Then he saw a write in question with this question: "Name the four celebrities that you find most attractive:" What an odd question for a company question form, but you figured this seemed weird anyway, so you went for it again. The first one for Rich was a no-brainer for him, as he was looking at a poster he got the other day, Jennifer Lopez. Then, he stared to think. 

"Hmmm...who else?" he thought, so many hotties, how can I pick? Jennifer Love Hewitt? Tyra Banks? Pamela Lee? Tough call! So he got a soda from the fridge, and then he came up with a great second choice, almost kind of a "duh!" choice, Britney Spears. Than thinking about it, he can't help feeling bad about something, so he adds Christina Aguilera to the list. He then lets out a little laugh, and realizes how much VH1 he watches, as he feels like a person on that show "The List", or for other less smart people "Politically Incorrect". He flips the channels, and then comes across a video from Mariah Carey and Snoop Dogg "Crybaby" just as she is getting the tub nude, or as many people think, with all her clothes on (as her wardrobe takes up less fabric than a Barbie bikini). He smiles because he likes looking at her better than her voice. The voice is nice, but the cleavage is better for Mariah. 

So that completes the quartet, and the other odd question is what is your favorite snack food? easy, Doritos! duh! The perfect snack food! Unfortunately, he ran out of some, and he could go for a few Doritos right about now. So he finished the form, and went to look for an envelope, and then ended up seeing one in the envelope the letter came in, self addressed and stamp. "Hmm...I didn't see this one before. Maybe I better wear my glasses again." He said to himself, thinking the contacts aren't working that well. 

So he finishes the envelope with the return address, and then heads out, as he knows he has to return the video back to the local rental place. "Marvin's Room", what was he thinking? Weird flick, nice, but the ending sucked ass! He leaves his pad, drops off the video, gets another movie to rent called "Cliffhanger", mails the letter in a nearby mailbox, and heads home. A slow day for him that day, but a good one, and he had like an internal wish, that tomorrow would be a better day for him. That some magical thing would happen for him. He let out a sigh, as he got under the sheets, probably because he was so horny. He started to pump his member a little, but then a another strange feeling came over him, one he gets whenever something's up. He always trusts it, and stopped.

He went to sleep, awaiting the happenings of a new day. He had a couple of odd dreams, about floating, flying, being pulled away in the air. Very odd, but at the end of one dream, when he saw himself floating against a brick wall, and was going to crash, this woke Rich up in fear. And he awoke to a greater fear, as then looked around and didn't recognize his surroundings. He was all of a sudden in a large, medieval looking room, probably part of a castle, with the largest fireplace he ever seen, two doorways, no mirrors, and a few pictures in frames. He recognized nobody in them. He headed to one doorway, and couldn't get the door open. 

It wouldn't even budge. So he headed to the other door, and got that one open easily. It led to a very dark hallway, with four doors. He saw one window, and all it showed was dark sky, and a large forest area, the he didn't know where it was. He then started freaking out, and then someone emerged from the doorway he did into the hallway. A very shapely and sexy lady in a long black nightgown. She had the nicest looking cleavage, and the thin fabric of the nightgown clearly showed her nipples, and even the patch of her mound. The lady had long black hair, and the deepest blue eyes anyone ever seen. This made Rich not that scared anymore, but he still wanted to know where he was, so he confronted her. "who are you? where am I?"

"I am Ms. Susan Terrie, and I got your letter, Rich."

"what? I just mailed it out, and how do you know my name?"

"I know more than that, Mr. Doritos, and so hard to pick Christina or Britney so go for both."

This spooked Rich out a bit, and he is now freaked out.

"You're here to take our challenge. Beat it, and you will be handsomely rewarded and returned back to where you were."

"Ok, I get it, this is a dream right."

"Nope."

"oh, yeah? Prove it! Show me your tits!"

"In your dreams," she said with a seductively evil grin.

He didn't know what to make of this, but he then saw a book, on a table in the hallway, and could clearly read the title "The Great Gatsby". So from that he knew it wasn't a dream, as he read in a psychology book that one can't read in dreams, since dreams and reading abilities are on separate sides of the brain. But another odd thing, he took off his contacts at home, and now cold see perfectly right there, in that weird place. "Ok, this isn't a dream, so what gives? This mailing was an answer to your challenge."

"yes," said the lady walking slowly towards him," and if you pull it off well, you might get an extra treat." She said right in front of Rich's face. he just froze, and she came up and licked his lips in one sexy and slow stroke. Then she turned around, and went back through the door, and disappeared. 

Then Rich stood there puzzled, now knowing it has to do with that mailing. Four other doors, and he wrote four female celebrities he liked, was this a coincidence or part of the challenge. So he picked a door at random, and it opened, to a dark room. He closed the door just as he found the light switch. And it revealed a very nice apartment, with the backdrop of New York. Maybe a floor somewhere up in the teens, like 13th floor or 16th floor. who knows? The door then wouldn't open after a second as he tried to get out after about seven seconds. 

So Rich decided to check out the rest of the place. It was nice and spacey, with tan walls and carpeting. Then he noticed someone one moving in the conjoining bedroom, as he noticed this was a one bedroom place. The person came out a short second later, and when he saw who it was, his jaw dropped. Mariah Carey!

She was wearing a large over sized T-shirt, and jeans, with her hair nicely done. She also was barefoot. She looked so good even in that, or maybe better because it showed a different side of her, it showed she could be sexy and wear anything, even non-revealing stuff. He freaks out, and then rush to her and ask her for an autograph. She then starts giggling, and hugs him, saying "oh....Fred that's why I love you so much, you can always make me laugh!"

This confuses Rich a bit, as he replies, "Thanks, I think, but my name is Rich."

She smiles, and nods yeah, like she thinks he was still kidding around.

"Listen, sweetie, I got a new swimsuit for our trip." She started conversating.

Then he figured he might as well play along, because she sees him a close one, maybe we might have something here. "You did?"

"yep, and it's in your favorite color."

"what is that? Green?" he said lying trying to see how else Mariah sees you.

"no, silly! Blue." She said, as a relief to him, since that is his favorite color.

Then as a bold gesture, he asked her "why don't you model it for me?"

"Ok..." she said in a gitty like voice, and ran off into the other room.

Then he headed for the kitchen area, a little small, but it had something he was happy about. Doritos! he hadn't had any in a while, so he helped himself to some. He then smiled, and thought about how great it was. "Mariah is going to model a bathing suit just for me" he thought, and snacking a few Doritos he was thinking how could heaven be any closer. Then he saw an angel, named Mariah. She came out wearing a small blue two-piece bathing suit. It barely covered her breasts and her mound, as he nipples imprints were visible through the fabric. It was the kind where the bottom and top both had a tie straps on them. Rich dropped the bag, and slowly made his way over to her, to get a closer look. 

He had his mouth wide open unknowingly, as she told him to remember to breathe. he then said "you look amazing, heavenly", as she blushed, and smiled saying "thank you Fred, that's so sweet!" as she same over to him, and laid a gentle kiss on his lips. Then Rich took her in his arms, and pulled her close to him, as he opened his mouth to her, and she did the same. Their tongues probing each others mouths, he grew with a major hard-on, which he pressed against her, as she was pressing her breasts against him. he then brought his hands down from her waist down to her butt, which he squeezed and massaged, as he picked her up, and carried her to the room, which had the same look as the rest of the place, except with a king sized bed there. 

He then removed his T-shirt, and started to pull his pants down, but Mariah stopped him, as she went to do that herself. This just left him there, in his boxers, in front of a half naked Mariah. Then she reached her hand inside, and started to caress his dick. He let out a slight moan in this heavenly handjob, and while doing this, he reached for her breasts, and started massaging them, arousing her nipples in the process. 

She then started moaning, as he lifted he up. He then went for the big one, as he took the tie strap from her bathing suit top, and pulled it, releasing the top from her body, exposing her breasts. They were the most gorgeous and perfect looking breasts he ever seen. he was mesmerized by them, barely able to remember undoing the bottom part also. This showed her pussy mound, and before he knew it, he had Mariah Carey completely nude in front of him. 

Then she made out with him passionately. constant tongue probing, lip locking and necking, all while Mariah yanked off his boxers in one pull, showing him naked in his 9 inch glory. he then laid her down, on the bed, as he then started to massage her with his tongue, as he wanted to savor this moment. he started at the neck, and worked his way down to her breasts. licking and sucking each one with his mouth, at a time. then he worked his way down to her stomach, and eventually her pussy. he started massaging it with his tongue, and Mariah moaned in extreme pleasure, as she arched her back with the feeling. he continued this for a moment or two, until she pulled his hair, moaning 

"I'm ready...I'm ready....I want you in me...!"

Without hesitation, the divas wish was granted, and he mounted her on top, and slowly stuck his dick in her pussy. The feeling of pleasure was indescribable, like almost being a virgin again, losing it. He held her hands back for a moment, while he got some rhythm going. Then she broke free, moaning still in pleasure, as she massaged his ass, and pulled it towards her, pushing him deeper inside her. She then pulled his chest towards hers, and she rolled him over, so she could mount him on top, and ride his rod. 

She bounced so nicely, as her tits moved up and down, while she held onto his chest for balance, and she kept the fast rhythm very well, until Rich yelled that he was going to come. She just speeded up, and didn't pull him out of her, and he shook as he unloaded what felt like gallons of cum into her warm pussy. She then collapsed onto him, and he held her there, and they kissed, as he then said to her "I Love You", and she said "I Love you too", and they just lay there nude, and exhausted. Rich then felt he didn't want to leave there ever, but he then got the feeling again, that something was up, which tore him up badly, as she went to sleep. he wanted to stay, because he felt he was falling for her, but at the same time, he knew he had to get back to where he belonged. what would he do next? he decided he'd decide in the morning. 

So he went to sleep, next to her, and had the best dreams one could ever have. he dreamed about fucking her again, and in the middle of the night, he got another hard-on. He then decided to take a chance, and go and mount her from behind, up the ass, while she was asleep. He positioned himself and slowly put it in her, slowly because it was so tight. She moaned, supposedly still asleep, but faking it so she could enjoy it. He then started pumping viciously and then she started really moaning and screaming pleasure, to the point where he knew he woke her up, and she was pulling him closer, until he came. Then he stood there on top of her, and he rolled over, and took her in his arms, and they feel asleep, right after they whispered in each other's ears "I Love You" one more time. Then, came morning...

The House Of Miss Terrie Ch. 2



Rich woke up God knows how many hours later, drained, but very satisfied, like a newborn virgin having lost it all over again. He crept quietly from the bed, so as to not wake Mariah Carey, but he headed for the bathroom, and looked at the mirror. He saw his own reflection, and then he went down to turn on the sink water, and washed his face. He found a nearby towel and dried his face off, and went to get his pants, and put them on. he then went to the kitchen area, to see about a chance to make some breakfast for him and his new sweetheart. Just as he saw the contents of the cabinets, the nearby phone rang. He didn't know if he should answer the phone or not, but he didn't want her to wake up too soon, so he picked up.

"hello" said Rich

"hi, Rich, or should I say "Fred"?" said a female voice

"is that you, Mrs. Terrie?"

"Miss Terrie, than you very much"

"What do you want?"

"To see how you're holding up, and from what we heard it seems you kept it up for a long time." She said with a sinister chuckle underling her breath

"Yeah, it was a dream come true. So what do you want?"

"To finish the agreement you signed. Go through our test, and you'll be rewarded"

"isn't this it?"

"four names, four people, my boy. One down, three to go."

"you mean I'm gonna get to oink the other three as well?"

"It's not that simple. this, all this, is part of a test we are running. you are our lab rat . this is all a series of tests. you passed this one perfectly, cause you showed there was a brain and a reason controlling the urges of how horny you were."

"are you sure it wasn't being starstruck?"

"don't complicate this with details! and if you want to get through this at all, you will now head to the next step. There is an elevator down the hall, take it to the third floor, and you will know where to go next."

"but what about Mariah?"

"If you get through this, and meet our expectations, this will not be in vein, and you will get a choice of five options, this being one of them, in you staying here, or a fifth option which will be a complete mystery to you, if we so choose to let you take it. now get going!"

then a dial tone hitter the bitter tone of silence that hit Rich's face. he didn't want to leave, but he always that sense of adventure about him, that gut feeling inside eating away at him, and not that he understood what Miss Terrie said completely, he had to go with his gut, and get an adventure in it as well. So he went over towards the doorway, and saw her lying down there, still asleep, with the silk sheet covering her navel and below that, so he got one last look at her angelic breasts, and then said "I Love You, Mariah", as he turned around, and headed out the door. 

He exited the apartment, and it showed a hallway, in sharp contrast to the gothic and dark one, he remembered entering this place from. It was the same cream tone as the apartment. As he cleared the doorway, the door just slammed right behind him, without him even touching the door. He then walked on down, until he came to the elevator. it was already open and waiting. He hit the button for the third floor, and then hit the button for the fourth floor. 

About a minute later, the door opened for the fourth floor, and it opened to a large round room, with a panel opening out to what looked like outer space. By this time, he is just frozen scared in the elevator, and shocked at what this panel was overlooking now, the earth. Just as he was about to scream, a brilliant flash of light, engulfs the room, and then dissolves, revealing Miss Terrie, in a dark flowing gown, facing the open panel. She then turns around slowly, and sees she has company, in the elevator. 

Then a look of grim of anger overwhelms her face, as she then holds out what looks like a gun, saying "You shouldn't have seen that. You really shouldn't have seen that!" Than, frantically, Rich is pressing the close button, on the elevator, and it shuts closed, just as she moves within three feet of him. 

Then, Rich feels a drastic sign of relief, and even more fear. Would she follow him? did he fail the tests? what would happen now? Then after another few seconds, the door opens, to reveal a large open hall way, leading to a closed door. He heads over to it, and the elevator door shuts closed. He then, heads to the door, and it reveals a nice small homely home. From the looks of it, it was in the rural part of some suburb area, overlooking a nice forest area, and a small lake. Same to the way he noticed, no mirrors, no clocks, but there was a TV there, and some noise in the kitchen. He then tiptoes over to the kitchen area, and sees the source of the noise. 

It was a phone conversation, that none other than Christina Aguilera was having with some one. Rich kept quiet, as he was noticing, she was wearing jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and no bra, because her nipples were poking at the fabric clearly. She looked glowing even in that, and he noticed that she had seen him in there. She waved to him, and then a smile replaced her sad look she had earlier. 

Then, she wrapped up the conversation, hung up the phone, and went to embrace Rich. she went to hug him, and then went for a deep passionate kiss. He didn't resist at all, and he then slowly slipped her tongue into her mouth. He then found himself, holding her tighter, and moving his hands slowly down to her gorgeously tight ass. Then, he realized that he was grabbing her ass, from inside her pants, and that she was going "commando" (commando = not wearing any under garments). He then found himself, grabbing onto her, and moving her towards the countertop. Once her got her sitting on the countertop, their lips parted, and they came up for air. Christina then showed a very surprised look on her face, as she saw the huge bulge in his pants.

"wow, I never knew you could get it up like that, Fred"

"uh....yeah...I'm full of surprises" said Rich, as he went to pull off her pants completely. Then she spread her legs, and he went to eat her pussy. He started slowly with the tongue, and also worked it with his finger, for a moment or two. She started moaning, yelling "yes", and running her fingers through her hair, as well as his hair. he teased her, and worked her way over to her clitoris, and then played with it, and she almost instantly reacted, arching her back, just as she "came on over". 

By this point, he nearly went wild, just as she caught her breath and jumped down from the countertop. She then pulled his shirt off, and his pants, in between hot exchanges of passionate kissing. Then just as he was going to remove her shirt, she pushed him over to the living room area, and pushed him naked, onto the sofa. Then she leaned over onto his crotch, and took his dick in his mouth. Rich as this point had completely lost all sense of time, and everything else. he was in heaven, as she was sucking him off, but than he realized that we wanted to do more. Just as he was going to tell her to mount him, or whatever, she stopped, stood up, and then looked down onto him, with the most seductive look. She then went over towards him, and climbed onto him, and preparing to mount him, but she stopped, saying "Oh, My God! I forgot something!"

what was it? Was she not on the pill? was she a virgin? Did she want Rich to use a rubber? what? Rich, still slightly caught in the moment, panicked and said "what?"

Christina then slowly reached to her breasts, and started fondling them, so her nipples were even more visible. Then, out of nowhere, she grabs on to her shirt with both hands, and rips it off, exposing her small, but nice and perky breasts. "That's what I forgot." She said, as Rich let out a small laugh, replaced but a loud pleasure moan, as she had pushed his dick all the way into her love canal. From the way it felt, tight, but not that tight, he could tell, she was not a virgin. 

He pumped hard at her, to match her fierce rhythm, while holding onto her butt, massaging it. her moaning became so constant and loud, that it changed into something more primal, like a loud screaming, and from her eight octave pipes, that is a loud one. He at this point, and gotten himself up, so he could suck on her breasts, lick them, and fondle them. Rich thought he wouldn't last long, but he kept it up a little longer than normal. he wanted to savor this, as much as he wanted to go primal, and let his wild human instincts take over. But before he could dwell on it, he was coming. Then, she collapsed onto him, and fell into a deep sleep. Rich soon followed suit, and just laid there on the couch, naked, with one of the sexiest female pop singers out there today.

Some time later, he found himself, awake, right where he was, but alone there on the sofa. He started to look around, and his eyes, and nose, took him to the kitchen area, where Christina was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and a sports bra, making something on the stove. Rich reached over and grabbed his pants, and pulled them up and on. he then went over to her and hugged her from behind, and nibbled on her neck, from behind. She then smiled, and said "Good Morning, Sleepy-poo!", and she turned over, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Morning Sleepy-poo? How long was I asleep?"

"Well, you slept all day yesterday, and all night" said Christina

"what, so you mean it's Tuesday?!" bellowed Rich

"Tuesday? No! It's Saturday." replied Christina

"Satur....day?" said Rich

"yeah, day before, Sunday, and the one after Friday, honey? Man, the other day, must have worn you out pretty badly, if you forgot what Saturday is." said Christina with a very puzzled look on her pretty face. 

Rich then smiled, as he realized how sexy she was in those clothes, and his dick was getting hard again, as he responded, "Not as worn out as you think, but yeah, my mind is a little off."

"Poor baby, " she said in an almost mocking sympathy tone, as she served the scrambled eggs she was making, with the toast, and juice already on the table, "And, man, you are getting wild, aren't you?" she said, staring at his hard on. "But, Hon, we got to eat sometime"

Seeing logic to her point, he sat down, at the table, next to Christina, and started eating. "How did you know that I love Scrambled Eggs?"

"I know a lot about you, baby." she smiled. 

He smiled, and then realized that he may have something here. Mariah and Christina both called him Fred, when they had sex with Rich. Rich began to let himself think, while he was eating:

"Hm...it's too weird, they both called me Fred. Wait a second! hey...!"

"um...Christina..maybe you can help me out with something, you know...since my brain is still fried from the other day..." he asked

"oh, sure, but after breakfast, you wild animal!" she said giggling

"um...yeah, that too, but actually, i have a few questions. I'm a little confused on some things."

"oh? What's on your mind, Hon?" she said.

"that's one of them actually, I thought you were still with that dancer guy of yours, as an item." he asked

"yeah, we are" she said

"um..and, why are we here?" he asked

"because you are my bitch!" she said, while laughing.

"Like a guy bitch?" he asked

"something like that, yeah. but except I respect you." she said

"as I do, to you as well. so I'm like an off to the side thing, for you." he asked

"sort of, yeah, but i still love you for it." she said

"yeah, me too. so my name is Fred?" he asked

"yeah. now, you are starting to scare me." she stated

"oh, no! I'm just like...how do I explain it? have you ever just woke up, and felt like you were still dreaming?" he asked

"yeah, actually.." she said

"that's how I feel. My name isn't Fred Durst is it?" he asked

Then, she smiled, and took a plastic coaster from the table, and threw it at him.

That was his sign right there that he was not in their eyes Fred Durst.

"I'll take that as a 'no' " he said

"oh, OK. I'll play along. Not Fred Durst! You're Fredrick Johans." she said still giggling

"really? and how did i meet you?" he asked

"well, my people booked you to be a style consultant assistant when I was New York."

"oh, so that's what i do?" he asked

"yeah, and you introduced me to lots of famous people, that i hadn't met yet at the time, and even one of my favorite idols, Mariah Carey." she said with a proud glow.

"oh, really?" he said, thinking to himself, that this may be the link here, in these tests. "have you ever heard of the name Richard Bong?" saying his real name to her.

"who is that?" she asked.

"OK, never mind. um...and one other thing, are those rumors true about you and Britney Spears?" he asked, hoping to clear up a rumor he heard from a friend of his.

Then, she cracks up laughing, and rolling on the floor.

"what?" he asked with a bizarre and yet oddly turned on look.

"no! you silly goose! We're friends, not rivals. Come on, VMA's 2000, that was her idea!." referring to the fact the two appeared together, to help present the final award of that evening.

"oh, yeah, i forgot! anyway, do i have an apartment in New York?" he continued

"yeah, nice high-rise, 14th floor, cream colored..." she was saying

"yeah, that i know, i was there!" he remembered

Then, the phone rings, and she rushes to answer it. She talks for a minute, and her mood, goes from playful, to serious, as she hangs up.

"crap! honey, I got to go!" she exclaimed while getting dressed.

"what? Why?" he asked sadly. 

"there's a situation at home, I got to jet!" 

"oh...nothing serious I hope" said Rich, with a poorly hid somber look on him.

"I'll be back tonight, OK?"

"OK" he said, as she pulled up the pants she left on the floor earlier, and grabbed a nearby pair of sneakers on the floor, snuck a small kiss, and went out the door.

Rich had a smile on his face, then which turned into a somber look again, as he realized he forgot how he got there. He got some help from Christina, and he figured that may be the key. So he went looking around the rest of the house, and in a bedroom area, with bright blue carpets, he found a computer. He sat in front of it, and looked around. he saw it had American Online, and one account, with the password conveniently saved. He hit the button, thinking he could research this Fredrick Jonah's guy.

A matter of a couple of hours later, he only ended up finding miscellaneous articles about him, but did get a list of people who worked with this guy. It was like it seemed every single hot female celebrity it seemed like worked with this guy. A few male celebs as well, but cool ones at that. The only other one was a gossip column story where he was having an affair with Tyra Banks, even after this guy claimed to not like women (what was he crazy?!?) And then, that "You Got Mail!" voice came out, indicating he had mail, and he clicked to check. Instead of a text message, it showed a picture of Miss Terrie.

"You?" he said with a puzzled look on his face.

"yeah me" said the picture talking to him

"oh, my God! That is creepy! OK, what do you want now?" he asked

"well done, Richy Rich" she teased

"Don't call me that! I hate being called that!" he protested

"oh, sorry.....so, are you ready for a more difficult challenge?" she asked

"bring it on!" he said with a confident playful tone

"you think this is a game?!" she yelled

"no..."he fumbled

"this is a serious test, and if you treat this like a game, play with fire, you will get burned" she declared

"OK, I'm sorry. what next?" he said sorry like

"see that door next to you, go through it, and there you are." she told him

"fine, and what about when the tests are over...?" he asked

"we'll be in touch" she said, just as the screen went blank.

He sat there for a moment, and then got up, and reached for the doorknob. He opened it to show a large closet with lots of clothes. When he entered, the door shut behind him, and he heard a noise, like a woman singing to herself. he knew it wasn't Christina, so he moved slowly, as he noticed another door on the other side of the closet. He went over, to investigate. He noticed the door had an old fashioned keyhole. He slouched over, and peeked in it. He saw a voluptuous woman, trying on a green thong bikini, but her back was facing him, so all he could see was a sexy pair of legs, and an ass, but no face yet. He opened the door, and she turned around, showing herself to be none other than the infamous Jennifer Lopez. "Hi, honey!"

"Oh, boy....!" he thought to himself, as his jaw just dropped at her drop dead gorgeous sexy beauty.



The House Of Miss Terrie Ch. 3



Previously, Rich had learned he was part of a challenge, after he mailed a strange letter. Then wake up in a strange setting, to a challenge put upon him by the beautiful and mysterious Ms. Terrie. Rich has since got his sexual fantasies satisfied with the beautiful Mariah Carey and the wonderful Christina Aguilera, in previous challenges. He also stumbled across a large round room, with a big view of outer space and earth. When he came across this, Ms. Terrie almost killed him. What secrets is she hiding? What was the deal with that room? Why didn't Ms. Terrie seem mad about the room the last time they spoke? And why do the ladies think he's this guy named Fred? Well, it's short for Fredrick Johans, as he found out that's apparently how they see him, as this supposedly gay guy, who is a style consultant for famous people in New York, rather than himself being normal guy Richard Bong ( Or Rich for short ). And now it seems his latest challenge, has taken him to the sexy Jennifer Lopez, or has it........?


So, Rich, just stood there frozen in shock for a few moments, looking at her. At the same time, he had a bit of anxiety about him. Of all the celebrities he put on the list, for sure, for him anyway, this was the one he would be most starstruck for. She just stared at him with a puzzled look, for a few moments as well, while she just smiled at him. "Earth to Freddie! Hello....?" She said.

He said nothing yet.

"What is it, Snuggins?"

He finally mustered up something that resembled a backbone, and spoke. "Nothing...nothing at all. I'm just shocked by how beautiful you look in that...uh...that...uh..." He said, as the nervousness of the moment caught up to him again.

"that thong...th...th...th...thong?!" She said as she started to giggle.

Then he smiled and started laughing, and relaxing for once, as he spoke again. "yeah. You look so wonderful, so beautiful."

Then she smiled, with a very touched look on her face.

"Thank you so much, Fred. I'm sorry, it's just that it's seems that everyone thinks of me as this big butt girl, and that's it." She said as she plopped down on the bed and started to tear up a bit.

"No! No! No! No! No! No! That isn't true! So many people love you for who you are, what you represent and so much more."

"yeah, sure, the gay ones" she said still moving along that sad tone.

"No, I'm serious. So many people love you. Millions of people love your music, gave you several hits here, and overseas. Millions of people love to see your movies. " The Cell "! Everyone I spoke to loved it, as I did. It showed true emotion fixed in a mind tripping package, and you were the star and center of it all. This new movie, you got, The....The Wedding.....uh....no the Wedding..." He said as he came to realize he knows so much stuff about her and her career he didn't know before. Like it all of a sudden came as second nature to him, but there was an air of confusion over the title of this new flick she has out, as he oddly remembers lots of skeptics got the title wrong, confusing it with some Adam Sandler movie, he knows but can't remember clearly right there.

She sees his confusion, and decides to set him straight. "The Wedding Planner is my movie, and The Wedding Singer is that Adam Sandler movie."

"Oh, yeah!" He said, as his confusion is cleared up, at the heavy price that Jennifer is now in tears. "Oh, Hon, I'm sorry. I just.....had a lot on my mind lately, new designs, new ideas, and...you." He says, as he lays on the bed beside her.

She then uncovers her face and looks up to him, and shows a little smile. "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean who hasn't? Really? You are the pride and joy of Puerto Rico, other than Ricky Martin of course."

"yeah, someone once said their kid saw the two of us as the Madonna and Michael Jackson of Puerto Rico. Isn't that cute?"

"Cute, and not far from the truth."

She then smiled and all traces of a sad face were erased by a nice smile that made her natural beauty almost glow.

"You're so nice to me. Why? I chose Vercase over your designs for the Grammys and everyone rubbed it in later on you. You should have no reason to be nice to me."

"Not true, Jennifer, and you know that. I don't hold any ill will of any kind towards you or what designs you chose. And look at it this way, his designs gave you such a boost. It gave you a true icon shot for the new millennium, as well as attention for stuff other than your ....seat."

She then started laughing, and said "yeah, that is true."

"I just have one question for you. Why did you call me 'Snuggins' a little while ago?"

"It's my pet name for you, Fred. Remember, because you are my bitch, my booty call..." She said laughingly

"Coming from you, that's quite a compliment." He interrupted, as they both started laughing. 

He then stared at her for a moment, but just than at that moment, he got that gut feeling of his, just as he had before back with Mariah. He stopped, as he always trusts his gut, but also that typical guy part of him, was yelling in a furious anger deep inside him basically yelling "NO!!!!! Not now! I can't pass this chance up!". She looked at him, and said "what's wrong?"

"I....uh....I dunno....I....feel....sick to my stomach for some reason. I need some fresh air." He said as he rose up off the bed. She then smiled, and said, "OK, we'll take a walk on the deck, and...."

Then out of now where, a loud crashing noise replaced the ocean tranquility, and even before Jennifer and Rich could react, and wonder what that was, the room tipped over at a 70° angle, almost vertical, and they crashed against the wall, which for that moment became the floor. They were pinned with such force, as Jennifer was screaming and crying, as Rich yelled for her to calm down and it'd be OK. This lasted about twenty seconds, and then the room returned to normal. Luckily both of them landed on the bed, and were just shaken up a bit. Rich got up and composed himself, at the same instant he rushed to Jennifer's side and checked if she was OK. She got up and was OK. He held her in his arms, and said, "It's OK. I got you. Come on, let's get that walk, and see if we hit an iceberg", with a joking tone, obviously making fun of Titanic.

"OK, "King-of-the-world"!" She said with a smile, as they left, wearing their bathing suits.

They exited the quarters they were in, and made their way down the hallway. They passed several crew members as they made their way the view deck, and Rich saw that they wanted a view of Jennifer's backside, in that thong.

As they walked along, they bumped into noneother than Mr. Sean "Puffy" Combs AKA Puff Daddy. This scared Rich to the core, as he heard all those stories about him, and the infamous club incident.

"Hi!" Said Puffy to Rich.

"Hey! Hi!" Rich replied.

"If I didn't know better, I'd figured you was trying to take my homegirl away from me", Said Puff Daddy, "If you weren't gay, I'd be jealous." He continued as he started laughing. 

Rich then started laughing surprisingly, at the fact he'd never thought he'd be happy to have someone think he was gay, in that it meant his personal safety in this odd quest wouldn't be compromised. The Rich asked about the turbulence." Sean, did you feel that?"

"Yeah, man. I fell, I was trying on my new sandals Jenn got me, and I called the bridge. They said they hit a surprise wave, and just got a little knocked over."

"yeah, Jennifer got a little shaken up. We were going to go find the captain of this ship, and take a walk."

"oh, well, I need to steal Jenn away from you for a minute." Said Puff Daddy. 

"That's OK, i'll find this character myself." Rich said as he was still dwelling on that gut feeling he had.

"Cool, later." Said Puff Daddy, as Jenn said "See you later."

Then Rich felt a strong sense of relief, and ran down the hall, found the staircase that led up, and ran up them so fast, he bumped into noneother than the Latin Star Marc Anthony.

"Oh, sorry, Marc." Rich said as he instantly knew who he was.

"It's OK, Fred." He said, as it came clear, that Marc knew this character from a previous encounter.

"How's the family?"

"Wonderful. We're having a blast"

"Great. Hey, have you seen the Captain's office anywhere?"

"yeah, it's upstairs there. I just came from there. We hit a wave or something."

"oh, yeah. Well, I had another concern I wanted to discuss with him."

"her...it's a female captain."

"it is?"

"yeah"

"oh, well, thanks Marc."

"take care, friend."

"you too, man."

Then they parted company with a nice handshake, as he rushed up the stairs. He saw a small crowd around a door, and saw a crew member trying to repel the crowd from it. Then the door opened, and the captain came out. When Rich got a good look at her, she realized it was Ms. Terrie herself!

She then addressed the crowd, and explained the situation: " we hit a couple of sizable waves, but nothing too drastic. Calm down, we are not Titanic!" Then the crowd started to go away, and the captain addressed the crew member, and soon, he left. Then after a moment, there was only them two right there.

"How are you, 'captain'?" He said, examining Miss Terrie in her new uniform. It was a white military style outfit, with a short skirt, and the top buttons open on her blouse, just enough for an amazing view of her breasts.

"Fine, Mr. Johans, or should I say, Mr. Bong?"

"Cute. So, if I guess correctly, my "manhood" and gut instinct have betrayed each other and me. What's the deal? Is this part of the challenges? Or do you just a kick out of torturing me?"

"No. Don't think that."

"No? What do you mean?"

"Come into my cabin here" she said, as she opened the door, and they went inside. She locked the door right after they came in.

The cabin was nice, like a fancy version of the quarters Rich was just inside before. "Nice office" said Rich, "So, what happened?"

"We hit a...wave, but a different kind of wave. Come on. You saw the control room, so you know already know what I'm talking about," she said, referring to that strange room with a view of earth.

"I don't know, but i'll take your word for it."

"It's a tough situation, but it won't hurt your challenge at all."

"What about Jennifer? Is she out of the picture in this challenge?"

"No. She's just getting bumped back, but it'll be a while, before I can set up the next one,"

"OK, Fine" he said, trying to contain a sense of disappointment, in conjunction with relief from his nervousness, "so, what will I do now?"

"Wait. Just walk around a bit, and relax. Before you know, it will hit you. Trust me."

"Can I be frank with you?"

"sure."

"I don't trust you a single bit."

"That's good. You've done well."

"What? What did I do well?"

"You'll find out. Just please trust me for once."

"OK, I'm the lab rat here, i'll bite. See you later, captain."

He said, with a slight smear on his face, still fixated on her just out there cleavage.

"Oh, wait!" She said, stopping Rich when he was just shy of the door. "yes?" He asked.

"i'll add a little something to the deal. If you pass these tests, which looks so far, so good. I'll give you something more, than those choices I gave you."

"what is that? A lifeline?"

"no, this..." She said in a lethally seductive voice, as she unbuttoned her blouse, and revealed her breasts in a very nice and clad looking push up bra, which held her already obviously nice breasts up, to a point that could only be described as dangerous. This made Rich almost blow his load right there, as he just stared at the amazing beauty, literally frozen. She then walked with a seductive sway that would turn any man into clay. She came up to him, still frozen, and licked his lips, as she pushed herself back from him.

"I see I got your attention, now, get to that walk, and finish the test. The sooner you finish, the sooner get your reward."

Rich just nodded OK, as he just seemingly lost his voice, and left the office. At that moment, as he was clear of the office, he bumped into Britney Spears, dressed in a tube top, and skimpy shorts.

"Hey!" She said, giving him a big hug.

"hey!" He said right back, just as he saw she was with company, boyfriend and fellow pop star from *NSYNC, Justin Timberlake.

"hey buddy!" Said Justin.

"Oh, Hi!" He said with equal shock, as he never seen the two together before. He was aware that they were an item, but never seen them together, to his recent memory.

"Hey, I love those designs you did for our tour wardrobe. The fans loved it! You are a genius!"

"Oh, it was nothing, nothing at all, believe me."

"Didn't I tell you, he was good?" Said Britney

"Yeah, you did" said Justin with a smile.

"Hey! I'm glad that I bumped into you, because later, I want to go over those designs with you, for my European tour."

"Hey, you can go over them now, if you want?" Said Justin

This sends Rich into a dead panic, as he knows next to nothing about designing. "Can we?" Asks Britney.

Rich then is almost dead panicked, as he knows the challenge will take him to Britney eventually, but he don't know if she's next, or Jennifer, especially more so because of his gut feeling betraying him before with Jennifer. Then out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jennifer alone, waving for him to come over to her, a bit further down. And the gut feeling was dissipated for some reason. 

"I would like to, but later perhaps, because I already promised Miss Jennifer Lopez we'd discuss some designs for her tour....and I'm already late."

"Oh, OK, then maybe later then?"

"Well, then i'll miss you dear Fred, because I get off at the next stop for that charity benefit in Bermuda. So i'll see you later sometime?" Said Justin holding out his hand.

"OK" Rich said shaking the teen pop star's hand, and heading over towards Jennifer. Britney and Justin wave to him and Jennifer, and she waves back.

"hey, what did they want?"

"uh..I'm working on some designs for their respective and joint tours."

"oh..well, let's get out of here." She says with a seductive whisper to Rich's ear.

He doesn't even have to say a word, a simple nod, is all the approval J.Lo needs, as they head back to her cabin. She locks the door, as they arrive, and she asks him to sit down on the bed. He complies, as she pull out a notebook from the table.

"Let's look at some of your designs shall we?" She said in that seductive tone again.

"Sure. Why not take a seat next to me?" He said

"I got a better idea. Why don't I take a seat on your lap?" She says as she sits on his lap, with only a thong and his pants between them. 

"So, what do you think about me in this?" She said showing a pink ballgown, simple, but with lots of bareback. This gets Rich so horny, as his dick starts growing. She becomes aware of this, and pushes down on him, so her mound was right over the tip of his dick. They both let out a simultaneous moan, and he reaches for her breasts, and starts to fondle them, over the fabric. Then his left hand drops from the left breast, down to her mound, as he starts to massage it. Over the fabric, and yet it's already wet. She just starts moaning, and grinding along. Then he pushes the fabric aside from the mound, and reaches his fingers over to her pussy. He starts massaging it, rubbing it, until he found the right spot. He knew once she let out a very primal instinct like scream. A second later she panted heavily, as he kept at it with several fingers, and then her back arched, just as she came. She then melted into his body, as then held her up long enough for him to get up, and place her on the bed. He then started to undo his pants, but she stopped him, as she took over. She undid the drawstring of his trunks, and he pulled up his sleeveless shirt. Then he takes her bikini top off, by the pull of a string, and follows suit with the bottom piece. She lays down on the bed, face up, as he looks at her, surveying her natural voluptuous beauty. He smiles as he climbs up onto the bed next to her, and they start a long and passionate French kiss. Not a single word muttered during the whole experience. They held each other, tightly, and just would not let go. Then after a few moments, they had to come up for air, as he steps down slightly and starts working on her breasts. Licking them, massaging them, nibbling on them, all over, and on the nipple, sending Jennifer into pure ecstasy. He does this for a few moments as he works his way down, and he turns her around, as she still almost spent for her orgasm earlier. Then when she turns around, it was like he could have died there, as he saw nothing else to live for. "I have seen true beauty,' he said to himself, " And it is in the form of this beautiful beauty. It was very full, very nice and round, and yet surprisingly firm, for a butt shaped like this one. I guess it comes from the great genetics that most beautiful Puerto Ricans share. So he starts massaging it, nibbling on it, in similar fashion to he did with her breasts. Then he starts using his tongue to massage it, as this gets an immediate reply from her, one of approval, from a long, primal, and yet sexy moan from Jennifer. Rich almost came right there, at the sight of her moaning from his actions to her. He knew he wanted to savor this moment, so he decided to go about loving Jennifer in a different way. He turned her around, so she was facing up again, and positioned himself about her, like he was about start French kissing her again, but she stopped him, just shy of her lips, long enough for her to whisper "I'm ready". He knew already what that meant, as she didn't even need to utter a single word. Somehow, he knew what she wanted. So he reset his position, as she held on to his enormously hard dick, as this point, and guided it into her womanhood. She was surprisingly tight, which made it all the more pleasurable. He started up a rhythm to match hers, as she pushed him closer, by closing her legs around his ass. A moment or so later, he started the French kissing again, but just as he did, she pushed to have him turn around on the bed. So he laid down there on the bed, and she mounted him. At this point, he felt he was in heaven. She rode him quite well, and very furiously towards the end of it. Then she heard her moaning, and from the sound of it, he knew he hit the right spot with his dick, her spot, and she started coming again. He felt the rush come down his manhood, just as he knew he was about to come. He didn't even warn her, as she knew. So he came there in her pussy. It was just such a high for him, and it subsided shortly thereafter, when logical thought started to come in very slightly. She had collapsed onto him, with him still inside her, and he realized he was still hard. He was shocked by this, as this rarely happens for him. She then became aware of this, and he then moved her off his body, and placed so she was yet again facing face down. He moved over her, and he knew what he was going to do. He was going for the gold. Since he was very well lubricated from the results of them coming, then he knew it'd be easier to penetrate her rear. So he mounted he from behind, and guided himself into her hole. It took a moment, of slow pushing, and easing into her, but soon, the head was inside. At this point, Jennifer has gathered up enough strength to get up, so it could be doggy style. Then inch by inch, his dick was completely inside her. He started to pump at her, as she did the same. It was like their bodies were in sexual unison, perfect harmony. Like they were built for each other, almost. It was a bit of a stretch, but it shocked Rich how well their bodies worked of each other, to give each other the best feeling they could. He got a really fast rhythm going on, and she started panting loudly. She the even started shouting a couple of things in Spanish, which threw him off, but briefly. Then he started just moaning, and panting, and pumping, until it all merged into one long loud action. Sex at it's best. Then he started yelling that he was going to come, and she pumped even harder. Then he held onto her, from behind, holding her breasts, and he came, fiercely. She then fell, down, and he did as well, and then laid next to each other on the bed, in embrace, dead tired. He held her in his arms, and then they feel asleep. 




The House Of Miss Terrie Ch. 3



When he awoke an eternity or so later, he found himself alone, in the bed, with a rose, and a note next to him. He picked up, and it read:

Fred, 

I'm so sorry I didn't wake you, but you looked so peaceful, and so tired after you made love to me. I don't know when you will read this, but when you do, I will have since left the boat at the next stop, so don't try to look for me. That time with you, was the best time of my life, and I love you for it. I'll see you at that fashion show in New York, and then we can talk. 

Love, 

Jennifer "

Well, while he was disappointed, he was not destroyed, as this made him happy, to know that in this challenge, he made a difference. Even though it's small one, it with no doubt have a long effect on Rich, as he smiled, at even the slight possibility that he would see her again. 

So, he called room service, and got himself some lunch. He went to get his shorts, when he saw that he had lots of clothes in his size already there, packed in a small suitcase. This made Rich uneasy, as he didn't even know how the clothes got there. He called the one person, he knew he could call, Miss Terrie, which he assumed was still in the captain's cabin. A ring later, that voice answers the phone, and he knew how it was.

"Captain?"

"yes? Mr. Johans?"

"yes, Miss Terrie."

"hey! Wow! You are doing great!"

"never mind that, how did the clothes get here?"

"what?"

"these clothes! Like a whole wardrobe of stuff that fits me, is in Jennifer's room. What is going on?"

"who said that you were in her room?"

"what? Then how do you explain that she was trying on a bikini thong in the room?"

"she came over to model it for you, since you designed it for her."

"I did?"

"yeah. Sure. By the way, you have exceeded our expectations. And for that, I will see you are rewarded."

"You will?"

"yeah."

"This is the first time I ever noticed you mention something, challenge wise, in the 'I' form. 'We will' this, 'us that' and so on".

Then the tranquility of the phone conversation, was replaced by the dull silence of a dial tone. Rich stood there a little dumbfounded, and curious, as he was wondering even more about the mysterious Miss Terrie and what she was about. Like a seductive and teasing guide through this surreal and enlightening quest. Rich took a moment to lay back down, and smile, reflecting on what he went through. He met and went to bed with three of the most beautiful and famous women in the world, he learned a lot about the real people behind these famous stars, he got to be this new person for the ride, and he even met other stars along the way. The only one left was Britney Spears. How will this one come about, and how will Rich's journey end? While he wonders about it, and soaks up some of what he went through, the there is a knock on his room door. Rich goes to answer it, as the door opens on it's own, startling Rich. He turns around to find out who entered the room, and sees...

To Be Continued...



The House Of Miss Terrie Ch. 4



Previously, Rich had found himself the subject of his latest challenge, issued by the seductively enigmatic Miss Terrie. This time it was all about Jennifer Lopez, on a cruise ship packed with lots of celebrities. All went well, except his gut feeling betrayed him, just as he wanted to make his move on her. This conflict was cut short however but some strange unknown accident that sent the cruise ship on a scary turbulent ride. After a brief encounter with several celebrities, he finds out from captain of the ship, Miss Terrie, that something was wrong. 

She then reassures him that the challenge is good to go, and she will add a bonus reward, after successful completion of all the challenges, a night with Miss Terrie herself. After that, the challenge with J. Lo is completed. The next day later, she seems to have left the ship, while he was asleep, and that she enjoyed her time with him, as indicated in a message she left behind. Rich then awakens himself, and then gets ready for what he thinks is the final challenge, Britney Spears.

A moment or so after reading Jennifer's message, the phone rings.

He picks it up, and says "hello?"

Then a voice replies back saying "hello?" also, the voice of Miss Terrie.

"yes, what is it?" he asks

"listen..." she says with a sound short of breath almost.

"what is it? What's wrong?"

"something happened, so there is a slight change of plans and pace."

"what? Why...?"

"don't question me, please. Just trust me."

"that's hard to say from someone who put this upon me that I never asked for. I don't regret it now, but it don't mean I trust you anymore than when I first saw you in that hallway."

"ok, fine, but if you want to live, you'll go over to cabin 104 right now, and say hello to miss Britney Spears now."

"why?" he asked, just as the sound of a dail tone takes over.

He did feel something was wrong, but he knew it'd be better to take the chance and see what was up, rather than sit and wait for who knows what to happen.

So he got on a sleeveless shirt, and a new pair of trunks, with matching slip on sandals. He takes the key with him, and leaves his cabin.

It takes him a while to find his way around, but a lucky encounter with a crew member points him in the right direction. So after climbing a small flight of stairs, he sees his destination, cabin 104. He rings the door bell, and stands there anxiously hoping he came at the right time.

"Who is it?" says a female voice

"it's me Fred. Can I come in?"

"yeah! Come in!" said the voice with and enthusiastic tone, which made it recognizable as the one of Britney Spears

He then reaches for the doorknob, and turns it, but nothing happens.

"The door won't open!"

Then a few footstep sounds, from inside the room get louder and closer, for but a second as they stop.

"Oh, sorry, Fred." said Britney, as the sounds of locks unlocking are heard, followed by the twist of a doorknob.

The door opens to show what she is wearing, a short floral pattern mini-skirt, that covered not even half her thigh, and bared her midriff, and complete with a matching sexy short tank top, which really concentrated on the cleavage.

"hey, lover..." she said

"wow....!" Rich said with the most stunned look of awe on his face, as she was remarkably beautiful there in the doorway.

"don't forget to breathe, Fred." she said with a slight giggle about her.

This then send some kind of more intelligent reaction from him now.

"I'm sorry, it's just you look so wonderful."

She then smiled and blushed, as she went inside her cabin, and he followed.

"Thank you" she replied, and moved over to a large mirror vanity with chair, and sat down.

Rich came inside, and closed the door, knowing what was on his mind, but figuring out how could he do so without catching Britney off guard, while still maintaining Miss Terrie's request for a speedy completion of this challenge. Quite a conflict, as the last challenegs all worked differently.

"um...can I use the little boys room?" he asks Britney.

"Sure, go ahead, I haven't finished combing my hair yet, so yeah."

So while she reached for the brush and started combing her silky long blonde hair, he went inside the bathroom. He sat on the toilet, but if he were going to use it. Rich knew he needed to focus and come up with a plan.

"ok, let's see." he thought to himself. "I'm not that smart, but each time, I played it cool, and took my time, and let each thing develop from where I ended up in. Mariah took almost no time, because she seemed so lonely. I hope she's ok. J.Lo took me reassuring her of somethings, while gaining a higher sense of trust with each other. She was so sweet, not worthy of them rumors on her. Christina was the quickest. Maybe a little too quick. Don't make sense, but she did help me learn about who I'm supposed to be in this .... This .... Whatever this is I'm in. 

These challenges seem to move up in difficulty. Miss Terrie sounded serious when she told me to speed it along. She did threaten my life in that funny room, but she never really lied to me. She does seem to want me to get through this, probably because she wants to reward me. I don't know. I say, i'll try this differently. Something not typically me. But which "me" am I acting like? This Fred guy, or me Richard Bong. I'll just go with my gut. What else can I do?" Then he flushed the toliet, and left the bathroom. 

She was bending over, looking inside a lower cabinet drawer, and her skirt gave him a gratuitous view of her underwear. There was no doubt about it, she was also sporting a thong ( or should I say thong-thong-thong-thong-thong! ) . He couldn't make out what she was looking for, but then again, it didn't seem he was looking much at that. This sight of her in a thong was almost too much. He had a hard on, so hard and tight, it was painful. Rich decided to take a chance, and moved closer. Before he knew it, he moved up against her, and put his groin against her butt. 

He also was grinding himself against her, feeling her ass cheeks pressing hard against his harder dick. She started moaning, and ground herself back, just though the fabric. Then he moved his hands down, massaging her ass with one of them, and working her pussy with the other. She then started really going wild, moaning louder and louder. She even went so far as to pull even closer to him, by reaching behind herself, and pulling on his ass cheeks. They did this for a moment, before she broke free of the embrace, turned around, and stood up. Then they kissed. A fast furious, tongue probing, French kiss, complete with constant moaning from both of them.

Then he pushed her back, up against the wall. Then he held her hands up above her head, while they still continued their kissing. Then, he reached for the gold, by pulling her top off, in one swift pull. Showing her in tits held firmly and nicely in a white bra. It looked like one that could pass for a push up bra, but since her breasts were so full and nice, they didn't need much support for that push up effect. So Rich put his head down, as he started to kiss her breasts. Over the bra, just teasing, and cherishing them, quickly but not crudely. Britney had by this point had put her hands on his head, running her fingers through his hair, while he was sucking on her breasts. 

Then Rich went to pinch her left nipple, through the fabric. The touch of actually feeling Britney Spears breasts, was too much for him, as he went to remove her bra. He could see quite easily, that it was a front close bra, which made it easy. He removed the clamp, and pushed the cups away, so he could reach and suck on her whole natural unconverted breasts. Fondling them, squeezing them, while by this point he had ripped off her thong, and was working her mound. Rich knew that from these breasts that contrary to popular belief, they were all real. He dated one who had her breasts done. He found the famous clit, and began working it for all it was worth. She immediately responded, as her back arched, and she screamed with delight. Then she collapsed into his arms, while he grabbed ahold of her. 

He then moved her onto the bed, face up, while she was catching her breath. And he then removed his pants, showing his rock hard dick. He moved directly over her, kissing her, while using one of his hands to guide his dick into her love box. Then, he started pumping, and she started panting loudly. This continued on and on for what seemed like an eternity, but Rich wanted it to be short. Short enough that it could be classified as a quickie, but long enough, gentle and sweet enough, that it had feelings of genuine origin behind them. 

Rich pondered all this for a short second, but before he knew it, his dick had given his answer directly to him, in the form of his coming. This sent Britney over the top, as she feel asleep. Rich pulled out of her, and got dressed. He soon left the room, and started heading back to his room. Then his gut feeling hit him, like a hard soccer ball had punched him in the stomach. He wondered if it was guilt about being brutal with Britney, but he didn't know. He did know he was hungry though. He decided to check out the eating place on the ship.

He thought it was called Ten Forward, like it was in Star Trek, but wasn't. It actually said " Eating Place " on the sign. This made Rich very confused, but grateful he found what he wanted. It was kinda empty, a couple of older couples, a large man with a laptop, and a few ladies at a table by themselves, all this in a place that looks like it could hold almost 700-800 people. He found a seat at the bar, and asked the bartender for a water. He gave it to him, and then Rich started to wonder what would happen next. Was that it? What would happen to the ladies? Mariah Carey? Christina Aguilera? Jennifer Lopez? Britney Spears? And what of Miss Terrie's reward? And while soaking all this stuff in, the door opens behind him into the "eating place", and in comes in someone pushing a food cart. Someone wearing a hat and shades, white t-shirt, and blue jeans, covering a lot of their appearance.

"Your order, sir" said the cart pusher.

"Oh, I didn't order any food yet. Sorry, you must have the wrong person."

Then the person with the cart removes their hat, to reveal their face more closely, to show the one of Miss Terrie.

"Young men like you should have a nutritious breakfast every morning."

"Ok, what is it now?"

"Shhhh!!" she says fiercely, while she motions for him to stop talking.

"Here is your breakfast, sir. I'll be sure to put it on your tab." she still says, while motioning him to come over to a nearby bathroom. He reluctantly follows her, and then she closes the door behind him. 

"Listen, I don't have much time."

"why? What's wrong?"

"my superiors are very angry with me, about you."

"what? Superiors? Why? And what is the deal with this 'eating place?' "

"well, sorry, I had to make this set, el cheapo, and fast. I got cut off from the system, so I don't have much time left. My superiors didn't think you would make it this far."

"well, they obviously don't know me."

"Obviously, but it's not just that."

"what is it?"

"i've...i've..."

"what?"

"i've taken a liking to you"

Rich just stood dumbfounded at this. "You have?"

"yeah, and they wanted me to terminate the challenge, but I refused."

"oh...."

"and now, my superiors are after me too! That's why I'm in disguise."

"oh, no! Well, you will have to stop this now, and get me back to reality, or Earth, or wherever the hell I ain't right now, that I'm supposed to belong! And...you can come with me. Come with me!"

"It's not that simple. This challenge is automatic, it's set into motion and can't be stopped unless it's finished, or the subject dies while doing it. Then, in between parts, I'd transfer you to the next one, hence the odd scenery changes."

"oh, this is starting to make some sense, and explains a few things, but why now the sudden liking to me...? And I finished, so now what?"

"you reminded me of my man."

"what?"

"yeah, he was going to marry me, and then before I knew it, I was taken by these guys, just as you were. And they turned me into this person they wanted me to be. I went through all the challenges, just as you did, but with different subjects. Bruce Willis, Kevin Costner, Mel Gibson, and George Michael."

"George Michael? Isn't he now a...?"

"that was a while back, and besides, no matter what he says now, he'll always be my baby at heart."

"ok, so you were once like me? A normal person and all. Now where did it go wrong? And I finished, what's the deal?"

"well, I made it to the end, and the guide guy offered me a couple of choices, in the form of doors. I picked the wrong one, and then they turned me into what you see now. It was that day when Natalie Terrel ceased to exist, and then the mystery of a life that was Miss Suzanne Terrie was begun. They brainwashed me, and I have seen many people come and go. I have seen things that will make other people go insane, and it's taken it's toll on me. Lately, with you, i've felt more like Natalie again. And since I betrayed my superiors, the automatic system has shut down. The thing with the doors. If we are going to get you back, we have to find them."

"Natalie? Ok, then, and what happens after that?"

"you'll come back to where you were last, remembering everything. "

"well, let's go."

Just then, the bartender comes over, and asks if the two of them wanted a drink.

"No, thanks." they said in unison, as he steps back from them, while they leave.

As they leave the "eating place", Miss Terrie runs, with Rich following behind.

"why the rush?"

"they are near!"

"What? Who?"

"My superiors!"

"Oh, crap!"

Just then, they come across a flight of stairs going down. They descend them, and come across a door. They go inside, and find a hallway, made up just like that strange round room Rich saw after Mariah.

"what is this?"

"our way out! Come on!"

They head down it, and see a control panel, but no doors.

Miss Terrie stops in front of it, and pushes some buttons, and the machine beeps. Two watches appear, and she grabs them, just as the hallway, takes the shape of that large gothic room. She then leaves the room, and finds the hallway that it all started. The door where Rich entered to Mariah, three others parallel to that one, and one at the other end of the hall. 

"Five doors, one chance, pick." she said, giving a watch to him.

"but wait! What about...?" said Rich.

"i'll have to take a raincheck on that, but trust me, somehow, i'll find you."

"wait! Aren't you coming?"

"i have to hold these guys off! Go!" she said, running back in the direction they came from. 

Just as rich tried to stop her, the door closed between them, and seemingly locked.

"No!" Rich screamed out, trying to kick the door down. He tried, and with no avail, and realized he had no choice, so he almost started to head for what he thought of as the "Mariah" door. He opened them all, and saw they all seemed to lead to the same room as each of the four famous women. Except the one at the end, was a large white glow.

Rich stood at it, not knowing what to do. He wanted to pick a door he knew, but decided to opt for the new door. A new adventure? He'd see, as soon as he entered it. He did, and the white glow covered him, and closed the door. Then, in a flash of light, he finds himself, in a bathroom. A familiar bathroom, his bathroom. The one at his apartment. He quickly opened the door, to see his place, just as he left it. He saw everything, just as it was, but in a bittersweet way. 

Happy to be back, but sad that it was over, and he thought he had no proof. Then, the watch, he had it on him. He saw it had an inscription. "Love from the mysterious house of Miss Terrie". He smiled, and then stared out the window for what seemed like forever. Then while wandering around his place, getting adjusted to life again, he saw a note.

It read:

"Rich,

It's over. We won. My former superiors have fallen, and they will never kidnap any more people. I've taken the house, that is a ship, and made it my own. The watch will be a key that will bring you back in touch with me when you sleep, dream, and just need it. Like a artist making a painting, it will put you back in touch with that other place, where you were Fred. He is a real person, and is aware of what you did, and everything. He just stays here in your place, when you go out. It's a special gift you have now, so use it wisely. When next you sleep, it will be the first of many times of passion for both of us, and when I come up with a plan for the house's new address, i'll come see you. Love, Natalie."

Rich at that point, nearly lost it. He ran to the store, and got some sleep medicine, and soon after taking them, was in snoozeland. He woke, to find him, in his place, and the person formerly known as Miss Terrie, Natalie, in his bed, naked. And so it began, their making love, sealing a pact that would shape their lives for what seemed like an eternity. They did it in every which way possible, and in this dream place, he never was fully spent, even though he came every so often, and always remained hard. He also has spent a lot of time as Fredrick Johans, using that to his benefit. He has gotten tickets to concerts, money, taken to his regular old life, thanks to a little push from this real person. Rich didn't get to meet the guy, for a long time, but they both knew they shared a strange connection.

Rich is now living a great life, all thanks to the guidance of Miss Terrie in an otherworldly challenge that puts Survivor to shame. Rich now has two identities, while Natalie is happy to be herself again.

What will the future hold? Find out in the follow up, and prequel, coming soon! To be continued... 



The House Of Miss Terrie Ch.5



Note: Read the first four chapters of The House Of Miss Terrie before this story if you have not already, so you don't get lost. 

One day, a week or two after he freed Natalie (the seductress formerly known as Miss Terrie ) from her other worldly kidnappers, Rich woke up. 

It was a nice and bright sunny day. Rich has been in constant contact with her, since his adventure, but just in his dreams. He hasn't been able to contact her in real life. Even though he had the adventure of the lifetime, got to be inside the shoes of the luckiest man he ever met for a while, and inside some of the hottest females in entertainment, he still wanted to touch for real the woman he freed.

Rich was thinking about what he had told about what happened to him in his last dream by her. She told him he was kidnapped by an alien force, using a previously kidnapped and brainwashed young woman named Natalie Terrel, under the new identity of Miss Terrie, to conduct experiments on them. It involved the illusion, of a strange house, and interacting with and fucking female celebrities, among other experiments. Then, if the results meet the kidnappers expectations, the people are changed into workers for them and brainwashed like Natalie. 

The technology used was so advanced, but yet strangely some of the illusions created seemed to be based in reality. Rich was trying to think about if the dreams he had, with Natalie were dreams, or genuine contact in some strange manner. The dreams he had seemed real enough, but there was a certain magic of realism that was missing. The time he was with the female celebs also seemed real to him, Jennifer Lopez, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Mariah Carey, but for a while, he dismissed those interactions as maybe computer created fantasies, like Star Trek's "holodeck " . 

He didn't care so much if the celebs time was real. He wanted to know for sure, that his time with Natalie was real. He wanted to touch her for real, and in person, not in some strange dream. He was worried because the last time he saw her, she seemed distant and distracted somewhat, like something was bothering her and she wasn't forthcoming about it. Also, for some odd reason Natalie wasn't giving any specifics about how was he connected to the fashion designer Fredrick Johans (when Rich was abducted and met the women, they all saw him as this Johans guy ), among other things. He pondered all these thoughts, and wondered for a while, if he'd ever know the answers to those questions.

Anyway, he did his usual morning routine, which still didn't include going to work, just yet. He still didn't have a job, and the rent date was coming. He feared he was going to have to ask his father to help him. He had a good relationship with his father, but he wanted his son to learn stuff on his own. Rich filed for unemployment two days before, but his amount wouldn't put him anywhere near the rent total. He used the bathroom, took a quick shower, got dressed, and made himself breakfast. While eating he flipped on his favorite national news channel. They were in the middle of a story about a criminal bank robber who had been caught. Then the next story really caught his eye as the reporter spoke.

"Well, a pleasant story coming out of a small Long Island community yesterday. A young woman originally from New Jersey missing for 12 years has been found alive and well in a Long Island hospital. She is identified as California native Natalie Terrel, last seen traveling on a Nebraska interstate, to visit her mother. The car was found in Canada about a month later. No trace of her was found. Her story was featured on Unsolved Mysteries and news broadcasts everywhere. According to doctors, she had been in a coma for 12 years here at this small area hospital. She seemed healthy, but didn't wake up or respond to treatments to awaken her. Since she was first reported missing, after she didn't return to meet her fiance', Robert Smith, her family has still been searching. The case was closed 5 years ago. She just woke up yesterday, asking for her family. Doctor's don't know what caused her to go into a coma, and her family has been brought in and reunited with her. Sadly though, her fiance' died from lung cancer three years ago, and her family accused him of having something to do with her disappearance, right until the end, despite his solid alibi. Authorities told us, after an interview with her, that said she had no idea what happened after Nebraska, and had no reason to suspect her fiance' of any foul play at all. Her mother and family now reside in Upstate New York. Doctors will keep her one more day here for observation, and then may be released as soon as tomorrow. Hugo Wildman. Long Island . " said the reporter.

Rich was surprised to hear this, and thrilled at the same time. " Oh, my God , " He said to himself. He knew we was going to have to go and eventually see her.

"Great story, Hugo. In the gossip pile, this week. Persistent rumors continue to fly about the sexuality and mental stability of fashion designer Fredrick Johans. Rumors that the self proclaimed gay celebrity has slept with famous people like Jennifer Lopez to Tyra Banks persist still, even after he denied them in a recent Talk magazine interview in their final issue. Even some of the celebrities and their loved ones, have defended him, denying the allegations. Just another batch of silly nonsense, but one unrelated fact about him, is that Fredrick is seeing a sleep counselor for bad dreams, and is taking a couple of days off to rest from his frantic schedule. His doctor wouldn't comment, but sources say he's growing unstable because of some dreams. CO - founder of Johans fashions, William de la Bourge, will oversee the business until he returns, such as the launch of next season's line of menswear. And now, the weather....." said the other reporter, as Rich turned the volume down on his TV 

Hearing this news about Fredrick, his gut started to react to him, and made Rich wonder even more about what happened to him. Is there some real life connection to his dreams to keep in touch with Natalie, the experience Rich had while abducted, and Fred's bad dreams? Rich thought about it, and he came up with an idea as he always trusts his gut . 

"I guess, Natalie is the only one who can fill in the blanks. I'm going to see her now . " Without wasting another second, he started planning and getting ready to travel from Southern New Jersey to Upstate New York. While it wouldn't take more than a couple of hours, Rich knew he'd best wait until after she was released the next day, and got back in with her family. 

So, the day went, and night time came, for Rich. He went to go to sleep. He then slowly awoke, to find himself, in a large and fancy bed. It looked exactly like the same room he woke up in, when he started his adventure. He first seemed confused, and then muttered to himself "Oh, no. Not again . "

He got up, and headed for the door, but stopped short of it. He then started to yell. "Natalie! Natalie! Are you here? Natalie! "

Then, the door opened, and a voice filled the room.

"Relax sweetie. It's me ." There was no one in the room, other than Rich, but he knew it was Natalie's voice.

"What are you doing? Why am I here? " he asked.

"I can't tell you just yet. Just trust me, and play along . " she said.

"I trust you, but you're free remember? You don't need to use this thing anymore ." He told her.

"I know. Just trust me, or else our goose is cooked. Please. Go on . " she said.

"What? Why? " he asked.

"I'll tell you when you come to visit me. I promise. Please, just do it. It's only one scenario this time, and then it's one on one with me. " she said.

Rich smiled at the thought of that, and just went through the door, and into the familiar hallway. 

The door closed behind him, and he then made his way to one of the doors in the hallway. He opened it, and then entered a violet colored loft of some kind. It had some unusual artwork on the wall, a corner table with a vase of roses on top of it. Then, he saw a large living room area, with the largest couch he ever seen. It was a nice home, and a view outside the window, clearly gave away that it was St. Louis, by the famous arch in the distance, from the window. 

He walked around, and then noticed a pair of large framed photos on the wall. The first one appeared to be from the seventies, maybe early eighties. It had six young looking black men with afros, a couple of women, a young girl, and an older couple. Seeing the other photograph, which was obviously more recent, he recognized one of the people in the photo immediately. Michael Jackson. The older photograph, was of all of the Jacksons, and the other one was from sometime in the nineties. All of the Jacksons, right down to Janet were there. 

Before he could compose another thought, he saw a figure moving down the hallway, and into another room.

Rich went right after the figure, which from his vague sight of it, seemed to be that of a female. He was right at the doorway of where the figure went to, but the door was closed behind him. He heard movement, and tried to open the door, and the door was locked. He asked if anyone was in there, and he heard a reply.

"Is that you, Fred? " said the voice which was clearly female.

Rich then figured that he was playing the role of Fredrick Johans once again. He then gave the person a reply . " Yeah. It's me . "

"OK. Hang on a second. " she said.

Rich then saw the next door over was slightly ajar, and peeked inside. It opened to show a modern bedroom, in the same style as the rest of the place. It was neat, and the bed seemed to be a king size bed. There was two more photos on the wall, one of Janet Jackson with the guy she divorced, and another of her with two other people, and older couple. They appeared to be her mother and father. 

Then he turned around, facing a large closet, which was opened, and looked inside, and saw what appeared to be a mirror. He headed towards it, and saw that it was showing not his reflection, or even the same room he was in. It was showing the next over room, which was locked. He was on the opposite side of a two way mirror, looking over onto a nice bathroom, and the figure who was brushing her teeth, who was clearly the one and only icon herself, miss Janet Jackson. Her hair was down to the middle of her back, and she was wearing an oversized T-shirt, complete with sweat pants on, no shoes or slippers. She also had minimum make-up on, and yet she still looked very pretty. Rich then wondered "Janet has a place in St. Louis? I didn't know that? "

She was just finishing up, and turned off the sink. Then she turned around, facing the mirror, for a brief moment, and then went to turn on the shower. This started to send Rich's member on the fast track to hardville, because he figured what would happen next. She then went to grab her T-shirt on either side, and lift it up over her breasts and head, exposing her magnificent bra-covered breasts and the ab muscles that looked like they were chiseled by the stones of the gods. She slipped her pants off, to reveal her panties, which were very slinky looking thongs. Her pussy lips were clearly defined through the fabric. And from the looks of it, she was clean shaven. 

Janet then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and freeing her beautiful ebony breasts, and not even a heartbeat later, took her thongs off with her rear facing the mirror. Once the thong was removed, his theory was confirmed, she was clean shaved. This just turned him on even more. She then stepped inside the shower, and closed the shower door. Rich then removed his jacket, and made his way back to the locked door. He tried again to open it, to realize yet again that the door was locked. Then he took off his shoes and socks, and gave the door a good kick. It wasn't a Jackie Chan kick, but it did do the trick, and since it was a dream, it didn't hurt Rich at all. Once inside, the showering Janet turned around, to see from the other side of the shower door Rich removing his clothing. 

Rich then opened the door, and entered the shower. She then reached her hands out over his neck, and pulled him closer to her, saying "What took you so long? I was about to start by myself" with her golden smile. He then reached his hands out to hold onto her hips, bringing her closer, having his hard dick rub right against her naked wet body. She then reached up to give Rich a small short kiss with no tongue. But, then as she broke it, her lips stood close to his, and he then reached down and gave her an even more heated and long tongue kiss. Their tongues darted into each others mouths fiercely, while neither of them came up for air really quickly. 

Now the horny Rich reached down, and guided his meat right into her prime pussy, as she pinned her legs around his waist, to give him access. He began pumping her like a madman, and she enjoyed every second of it. It's how he wanted it, and how she took it, rough and passionate. She met his thrusts with her own, using her incredible hip and ab muscles, while her pussy muscles were like a vacuum vice from heaven, sucking and squeezing, pleasure out of both of them, as he kept of pumping. She then came so much, so hard she almost collapsed. Then he composed himself, and continued pumping until he came a short while later. He got up and out of the shower after one last long kiss, and headed for his clothes.

Then, all of a sudden, a brilliant intense flash of light filled the room, nearly blinding him. He closed his eyes, and then found himself awakening in his own natural bed in his place. He then wondered what had just happened. Did Natalie start another challenge or is there another challenge issuer out there? What was going on? Rich then had to settle for getting those answers later on from Natalie herself, as he dozed off back to sleep.