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Feedback: This is one of my, all too numerous, never-ending stories. Now I don't mean the story itself has no ending, only that I worked on it, on and off, for about 5 years. Not consistently of course. I'd start it, drop it, go back to it, drop it again, must be close to ten times in those 5 years. So the lesson for everyone is – don't hire me to paint your house. Unless you've always wished you could hire Eldon from Murphy Brown. Then I'm you're man. Except without Eldon's artistic talent. But if you want your walls, and maybe part of the floor, painted white, and you want it to be like painting a bridge, then e-mail me and we can talk.
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Programming Note: This story is set sometime during the filming of season 5 of Buffy. This isn't of critical importance for your enjoyment of the story, but it will explain why I don't take things in a certain direction when the opportunity arises. You'll probably know it when you read it.
And now the story -
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It all began with a knock on the door to Sarah's trailer.
"Who's there?"
"Hey. It's me."
"C'mon in Love."
"The door's locked."
Sarah's makeup artist Nicole went to the trailer door and unlocked it, opening it to let Jennifer Love Hewitt enter, then locking it again to ensure that no one else could get in unannounced. Turning to go back to her makeup work Nicole barreled into Love, who had come to a full stop and was staring at her friend in the makeup chair, her mouth hanging open in shock. Staring, because the blonde girl was slumped down in the chair, her ass hanging more than halfway off. Mouth hanging open because Sarah was also completely nude from the waist down with her legs sticking straight up in the air but bent at the knees so that her heels were beating against the backs of her thighs, leaving her bald twat completely visible and looking a little bit red.
"What? Isn't this how you have your makeup done?"
"Wha... How... Wh... Huh? What the heck's going on?" the brunette sputtered.
Sarah laughed, responding "Relax Love, Nicole is being a pal and giving me a Brazilian. Don't you like it?" spreading her legs as she spoke, giving Love a bird's eye view of her freshly waxed muff.
Nicole looked at Love, so eager to hear the young girl's opinion that she completely passed on Sarah's less than refined display. It wasn't how Nikki behaved when around her own friends, but she knew Love and Sarah were very close, and, being actresses, perhaps they were just more used to being naked around other people. Nicole hadn't been doing makeup work very long, but she'd been at it long enough to learn that actors were not like other people. They were a bit on the unusual side. But right at that moment all that was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was what Love thought of the job she had done. This was the first time she had done this for the pretty blonde actress, and she was hoping it wouldn't be the last. A positive review from Sarah's best friend could go a long way toward making this a regular gig.
However, if Nicole was looking for a quick endorsement from the new arrival she was in for a bit of a letdown. Love simply didn't know how to respond. What she wanted to do was drop to the floor between her lover's legs and soothe the reddened flesh with her tongue, until she caused the young TV star to orgasm and thereby flood her mouth with fresh cream. That's what she wanted to do. And she almost started to move towards her best friend's newly bare beaver before catching herself. Oops. Almost slipped up there. That could have been a real problem.
Love knew that Sarah considered Nicole a good friend but she also knew for a fact that the makeup artist was unaware of the special relationship the other two occupants of the trailer had. The Hollywood starlets walked a fine line between their personal escapades and their public lives, they had to be very careful when it came to letting someone else in on their secret. Not that Love considered Nicole to be that much of a risk. She obviously adored Sarah and would do nothing that might cause her harm, but the two lovers had learned that it paid to be cautious. Trust had to be earned. At least that's how it had been so far. Given the current circumstances it looked like things might be about to change where Nikki was concerned.
Not knowing what else to do Love turned to Nicole and said "You did that? Wow, it looks really good. Did it hurt much?" This last was to Sarah, who was regarding the bouncy brunette with a knowing smirk on her face.
"No, not at all, and you know it usually does sting a little. She's really good at it. Hey, wanna give it a try?"
"What? Me? Oh, no, I couldn't! I... uh... I just shaved this morning, don't even have a 5 o'clock shadow, besides it wouldn't be fair to Nicole. She's your makeup artist."
