Celebs:
Erika Christensen, Scarlett Johansson.
Codes:
FF, oral, spank.
Introduction:
Welcome. The story you are about to read is not true, even if its characters are based on real people. The author has nothing to do with these real people, other than being their fan. The real people do not act like this in real life. This story is nothing but a fantasy. It also contains sexual situations and adult themes. If you are under age 18, don't like that stuff, or aren't supposed to be reading it, please stop reading now. This story has some connections to my past works, but none are required reading. Hope you enjoy it. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Thanks to my editor for all her aid in getting this story out, and to all the wonderful people who continue to inspire me. Mistakes that remain herein are my fault alone. For those who have been following the meta-plot in my stories (yes, there is one), this tale has catch-up and reveals. Hope you like what you learn. Don't worry, as long as I have good ideas, there will be more stories to come. :)
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Los Angeles, California. October 31, 2008.
"Sitting with the thinker, trying to work it out... It's a traffic jam of the brain! Makes you want to scream and shout..."
This Sly Fox song fits my current mood, Erika Christensen thought, especially with those lyrics. She hummed along with the song for a moment and then returned her attention to the table across the "Red Robin" restaurant. It was Halloween night in Los Angeles and just about everyone was in costume. Ghosts, goblins, superheroes, and many other characters were out and about. Erika herself wore a black leather bodysuit, gloves, and jacket. She had her hair cut short and dyed chestnut red except for one blonde forelock in the front. Holstered at each of her hips was an imitation gun. Black sunglasses hid her dark blue eyes.
The woman she was watching wore a red satin dress and white opera gloves. Long blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing a figure even more voluptuous than Erika's own. Erika knew that behind the other woman's sunglasses were beautiful eyes a shade darker blue than hers. She had seen her flashing an angel's smile at the waiter several times and noticed her target was wearing fake vampire fangs. A Hollywood vampire dame, Erika pegged her costume. I wonder if she thinks that's original. She sipped her coffee and watched the other woman pay her check.
"Almost time," Erika said to herself. She had paid her own check ten minutes ago. She had been following her quarry for the past hour, seeing if the other woman would remain alone. So far, she had. I wonder if she's lonesome tonight, Erika thought. I hope so, and that she'll be happy to see me.
She looks so good, Erika reflected, again looking up and down the woman's tantalizing figure. Has it really been over five years? I should have stayed in touch with her. I wanted to. I would have, had things worked out. Now I'm here hoping to remedy the way it ended between us, revive what we had if possible. It should be. I only disconnected from her on intimate terms. We were still co-stars and I like to think we remained friends.
Tracking the other actress down had not been easy. They moved in different Hollywood circles. Her target was A-List, and Erika was B at best. Her last big budget picture had been three years ago, and that was only a small role. Since then, she'd gotten lead roles in some independent films and the TV show 'Six Degrees', but none had been that popular. At least I enjoyed them all, she reminded herself, and I think my fans did too. Could reconnecting with this old friend improve her Hollywood standing? Erika doubted it. But that didn't matter. She wasn't after the other woman for her career.
Thank God for the Friendship, Erika thought. Like many who moved in popular circles, she was a member of the worldwide secret society. Her target was, too, and this had enabled Erika to pick her current address out of the membership database. Contacts within the society had helped her set up surveillance. With their aid, Erika had trailed her quarry's car to the restaurant. Of course, she could have just made contact through official Hollywood channels, but Erika wanted to keep things discreet. It had been a long time since they last saw each other, and she didn't know how the other woman might react to seeing her again. Therefore, she had decided to make the contact look like a chance meeting in public and take things from there.
I shouldn't be so nervous, she reminded herself. I can't imagine any way this could go bad. Even if we don't wind up as close as we once were, I know she's not the type to get upset and push me away. What am I afraid of, anyway? Maybe it's what might happen if things do go well. Despite all I've done to set up this reunion, part of me still isn't sure I want her as a friend again.
Erika had no shortage of friends. Since she'd been active in the Hollywood scene from adolescence, she knew people in many cities. Then there was her family, her church, her Friendship association; and, last but not least, the enormous circle of dedicated swingers to which she belonged. The latter ensured she never lacked intimate companionship. Her beauty and self-confidence helped her get such companions whenever she wanted to go outside her circle. Erika almost always found herself able to befriend the people she wanted to, all ages and races, women and men.
Her target had been an intimate friend of hers once, and Erika knew she wouldn't mind if it happened again. I don't want more than that, though, she thought. I'm a long way from settling down, and when I do, it won't be with a woman. Yes, I like them, and it is legal now, but I'm old-fashioned. I dream of finding the right guy someday. Even when I do find him, though, I won't be giving up swinging. It's too much fun.
Most of her girlfriends had found their mate and married him. Katherine, Majandra, Marisol, Geena, Keri... Erika ticked them off on her fingers. Even those who hadn't married their boyfriends yet, like Shiri or Alicia, were so close to them they might as well be engaged. Erika was happy for them all, and a little jealous.
At least I'm not as bad off as some of my other friends, she told herself. Bridget found someone who she thought was great, but then he dumped her as soon as she got pregnant. Kate married the man she loved and they had a kid, but then after a few years they found out they weren't right for each other and got divorced. Now she's drifting from one man to another, not sure exactly what she wants.
Evan's situation is even worse, although she acts like she doesn't know it. She had a wonderful guy, but then she abruptly decided she was bored and pushed him away. For the past few years, she's been involved with a person who's a really bad influence. He'll only wind up hurting her like he has so many other women, and she refuses to believe it, even when we all tell her. I pray for her every day, and hope I never make the same mistakes.
All these women were still good friends with Erika. She had an open invitation to join any of them and their significant others for fun whenever she wanted. Evan Rachel Wood and Marilyn Manson were the only couple she'd turned down.
Erika had lots of male friends too, although none could be called a significant other. Other than enjoying each other's company, she had little in common with most of them. Many had also been her co-stars, and once their work relationships ended, they had drifted away from her. Erika wasn't really emotionally close to any of them. There was one man with whom she had a deep emotional connection, but he lived on the other side of the world.
She has a steady guy too, Erika thought, looking back at her quarry. Actually, she's had several. She's engaged to the current one, but who's to say whether he's Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now? Back when we met, she told me she didn't believe in monogamy. Despite the lack of belief, she's got quite a reputation for it. I had to work hard to get around her boyfriend and into her bed when last we knew each other. I'm certain it won't be different now.
Nevertheless, I have to try. The memories of how our friendship ended have haunted me ever since. No amount of therapy eased things. I'm not angry, just disappointed, but that's pain enough.
