Melissa continued examining the directions as she hopped out of the tub. As she stood outside the hot tub, now wondering how much of the bloating of her nipples and clitoris she could put down to the sudden change in temperature, Melissa decided to rinse off these dangerous chemicals in the upstairs washroom.

Melissa decided to rinse off these dangerous chemicals in the upstairs washroom. Wrapped in a towel, Melissa headed upstairs and hoped to find the washroom. Her nipples felt swollen and sensitive and by the time she reached the top of the stairs she had abandoned the towel, preferring the sensations of the air caressing her bare breasts.

Eventually Melissa found the door to the washroom. She opened it to reveal Britney, naked, in the bathtub soaking. "Melissa!" she cried...

"Ooh, Melissa, you got big nips!"

The vision of Britney, sitting in the bathtub, fucking herself with an enormous dildo sent Melissa over the edge. She noticed that like her, Britney's nipples seemed absurdly engorged.

Britney stood up and got out of the tub, Melissa found herself puzzled as Britney said to her "Oh, I've missed you so much, Mel." But these feeling of puzzlement fled, and were soon replaced with feelings of intense arousal. The two hungrily embraced, their hands roving all over eachother's intensely aroused forms, their tongues twisting around eachother.

Breaking the embrace for a moment, Britney produced a two-ended dildo. "Lie down," she said to Melissa who lay back on the cool tile floor. Britney placed one end of the dildo in Belissa's dripping cunt, making sure the end pointed upward as it pointed out. Carefully, slowly, she lay on top of Melissa, her breasts coming into contact with the actress's engorged nipples as she carefully guided the dildo's other end into her own throbbing pussy.

Soon, the two were thrusting into eachother, grinding their hips together, rubbing their breasts against eachother's, alternately french-kissing and licking eachother's nipples. Each orgasm rejuvenated them for more and they continued fucking eachother until the effects of the chemicals subsided somewhat.

Each orgasm rejuvenated them for more and they continued fucking eachother until the effects of the chemicals subsided somewhat. Melissa was the first to feel the effects fading away. She sat up and maneuvered herself off of the dildo. "My god," she said, "Britney what were we doing??"

"Having fun," Britney said dreamily as she rubbed her nipples, "Don't tell me that you regret it."

"What's gotten into you, Britney?"

Britney told Melissa about her encounter with the fragrance bead and how she dropped one in a glass of water and the amazing sensations that followed. Britney now felt her arousal beginning to subside as well, but also felt that she could flare up again at any moment.

After hearing Britney's story, Melissa decided to ask Britney what's really going on.

Something Britney had said earlier had been left unexplained. As the two panted on the bathroom floor, Melissa asked Britney, "So what did you mean when you said you've missed me so much?"

Melissa's feelings of both arousal and worry escalated dramatically as Britney recounted her recollections of the their two drunken make-out sessions.

"But Britney," Melissa said when her friend had finished. "That's not what actually happened."

"Isn't it?" Britney asked, dreamily resuming stroking her nipples.

"No. It's not."

"You don't remember me tying you up with that pink scarf?" Britney asked, effecting a pouting expression.

"No," Melissa said. "Something very strange is going on around here and I'm going to get to the bottom of it."

"For a start," she said, "who is this Carter guy really?"

"He's my manager," Britney said. Of that she was sure.

"Granted," Melissa said, "But where did you meet him? Why did you hire him?"

"Um..." Britney said as she trailed off. "I don't remember."

"Think hard," Melissa told her, "What is the first memory you have of meeting Carter?"

"Um..." Britney trailed off again, and she absent-mindedly stroked her nipples. Melissa could tell she was loosing her.

"OK, then what is your last memory you have before meeting Carter?"

"Oh, that's easy," Britney replied...

"I was at this party and Katie Holmes came up to me and said she was working on this project that I could act in. So we went into this back room to talk and she, like, she started kissing me and peeling off her skirt. I tried to get out but she pushed me down so I called for help and..." Britney looked puzzled. The look of bafflement disappeared and in its place, one of lust manifested. She began stroking her right breast. "Mel," she asked, "why didn't I want to fuck her?"

"I don't know," Melissa said. She was stroking Britney's other nipple.

"Are you sure that really happened?" Melissa asked.

"Are you sure that really happened?" Melissa asked.

"Of course I am," Britney said, "At least, I think so. Uh, maybe?"

"Britney, think about this!" Melissa said, "Our futures are at stake here!"

"I also remember Katie talking to me about a movie project," Britney continued, "But this time we talked business and I turned it down because there was nudity in the role. Why would that bother me? I like being naked on film."

"No you don't!" Melissa cried, now totally convinced that her friend was seriously messed up, "If you did, then why would you protect your public image so much?"

"I don't know," Britney said, "Maybe Carter knows."

Melissa was growing increasingly frustrated. She felt like she was going in loops, and Britney's hands on her chest didn't help her concentrate either.

Melissa needed answers and she wasn't going to find them with Britney groping her.

Relieved to be away from Britney, Melissa first retreated to her room. However her mind felt, the chemicals still had a strong grip on her body. But after quick, furtive stimulation of her sex, Melissa gained another few minutes of post-orgasmic equilibrium.

She crossed the hall to Carter's room, only to disover it locked. Next, she began rifling through the TV room's extensive video library. Carter found her, bent over the tape cases, quickly fingering herself again so that she could get back to work. Waiting until after Melissa had finished cumming, Carter spoke. "You know, Melissa, you might want to put some clothes on before you watch TV," Carter said.

Blushing a deep red, Melissa turned around, quickly covering her genitalia with her hands. "I... I...," she said.

He threw her a bathrobe which she quickly donned. "I know, Melissa, you were just going to watch a video, right?" he looked terribly menacing as he drew himself up to full height. I wonder what he's holding behind his back, Melissa thought.

Her heart pounding, Melissa responded, "Sure. Um, yes."

"I think you'll like the one in the VCR right now." The TV came to life. He was holding a remote control behind his back, Melissa realized. Feeling relieved, Melissa plopped down onto the sofa to watch TV for a few minutes. She needed to allay Carter's suspicions if she wanted to find out what was really going on.

That was good, Melissa thought as she got up from infront of the TV an hour later. She suddenly remembered something she hadn't recalled before. It suddenly dawned on her where she had seen Carter Musgrovington before...

It all came back to her. Not too long ago a script was floating around Hollywood about two starlets who fall in love. Every studio was rejecting it because of the lesbian relationships and because no actress would agree to be one of the main stars. In fact, the script had even floating across Melissa' own desk. And the writer of the script? Carter Musgrovington.

Obviously Carter is trying to prove that his script could be a reality, and she and Britney must have something to do with this plan.

After all, the main problem with the script was not the lesbian content, which Hollywood had proved mainstream audiences would watch in Bound, or the explicit sex scenes which might get the film slapped with an NC-17 rating. The problem was the borderline libelous way the characters were drawn.

From what she remembered of Carter's script, one character had been a pop music star and Mickey Mouse Club alumna named Christie Moore whose character was a nakedly obvious amalgam of herself, Christina Aguilera and Mandy Moore. The other character had been even worse, a girl named Anna Deere who played a popular teen sorceress on a series called Creekside High, an equally obvious amalgam of Sarah Michelle Gellar, Katie Holmes and herself, with just a dash of Shannen Doherty thrown in. All in all, though Melissa considered accepting the role, the film project was a lawsuit waiting to happen and was soon mothballed.

Just then, Melissa was gripped with a frightening thought:

She shivered at the thought...

Just then, Melissa was gripped with a frightening thought: She shivered at the thought of how the script ended. Did Carter really have the power and the ability to make the ending happen in real life? Melissa shuddered at the horror of waking up naked on the stage of her TV show.

The script had been full of humiliations after the couple returned to Hollywood after the wild weekend of excess which took up the film's first forty minutes. Melissa recalled laughing at the idea that the two starlets would become addicted to some kind of drug absorbed through the skin that was being put into a special kind of bath oil. Now, she found herself caught halfway between fear and triumph. Carter appeared to be following the script as exactly as he could get away with. Now all she needed to do was get out of there. She stopped. Wasn't that what Anna Deere did in the script?