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Connor woke to a pounding headache in the darkened room. Her body was half dressed and reeked of excess; booze, rich food, and sex. Her eyes opened wide with the realization she had been fucking like a bunny before passing out.
“A lesbian bunny but a bunny none the less,” Connor thought to herself as she smacked her parched lips.
She shifted her weight and rolled off somebody. A low moan followed her departure. Reaching over with her free hand, she touched warm, soft, wet skin. This elicited another moan. Connor let her finger caress and tease the bare flesh.
“Oh, baby, what you do to me,” Sammi’s voice was husky.
A strong hand snagged Connor’s hair. It tugged her back to her previous position. She let Sammi be her guide. Connor slid back between Sammi’s thighs and found the woman’s center ready for her eager tongue.
“Oh Sammi, I love you so much,” Connor murmured before lowering her mouth.
“Whoa!” Sammi shouted.
The actress scrambled to get out from under Connor. Bumbling with her free hand, Sammi managed to flick on the light after knocking several items off the nightstand. In the stark light, Sammi huddled back against the headboard to steady herself.
“What’s the matter?” Connor was stunned by the woman’s behavior.
Sammi started to shake her head as she explained, “Honey, we had fun last night. I mean, a lot of fun. You are great in the sack. Nobody makes me cum like you. But, this isn’t love. You can’t go getting confused about this.”
“Not love? I thought…, you know, after the last time…, you wanted me still…,” Connor was fighting back tears.
Sammi had snagged the phone from the floor and was dialing, “Want you, yes! Want your tongue whipping my pussy all night, definitely…Oh, yes, the manager please…hang on, Connor…, Ralph, Sammi G here. Yep, I’m in a mess again. Bolt cutters. Yep, bondage lesson 101, don’t lose the key. Thanks,” Sammi hung up the phone and let out a long breath. “Okay, we’ve got bolt cutters on the way so we can file for separation,” Sammi grinned as she tugged on their cuffed wrists.
Connor sat up. She began adjusting her clothes. When Sammi reached over to help, Connor swatted her away.
“Don’t be like that, Connor,” Sammi scolded. “Look we can screw the whole time we’re filming. Trailer sex is the best. And, the rumors will be great publicity.”
“No, no screwing, no movie, no more bullshit,” Connor hissed.
Sammi grabbed Connor by the shirt front and dragged both of them off the bed, “Stop it! Don’t act like such a baby. We’ve got a business operation here. You are under contract. You’re gonna do exactly what you’re told or Marv will bury you in a lawsuit so deep you’ll never see daylight again.”
“What about us?” Connor sounded desperate even to herself.
Sammi gave a big grin, “Honey, we can have a ton of fun. Think about it. Fucking two or three or ten times a day during the shoot. We’ll be shooting for weeks. I might not be able to walk by the wrap party.”
Sammi leaned in and planted a needy kiss on Connor’s lips. Her hand slid into Connor’s unfastened pants and started a gentle stroke.
“Feel how much I want you, Connor?” Sammi asked. “I want to fuck you, girl. Feel how much a need you?”
Connor was losing herself in the sensation. She wanted to let go. She wanted to surrender to the strong hand between her legs. She just needed to hear one more thing.
“Please Sammi, say it,” Connor gasped as she started to hump the fingers filling her. “Say you love me.”
“Damn it, Connor!” Sammi shouted and pulled herself away. “Why are you bent on wrecking a perfectly good time?”
A knock on the door broke the moment.
“Ah, Connor? There’s a bellman here with bolt cutters,” Benjy’s voice was hoarse.
“Be right there,” Sammi answered.
Both women took a moment to straighten their clothes. Hair and make up would wait. Sammi led the way to the door.
The sitting room was blindingly bright with sun streaming in the windows. Benjy was still in pajamas but had a digital camera in hand. The box and wrappings in the couch indicated it was a recent purchase.
“Ms. Gregory, as always a pleasure,” the bellman nodded.
“Get to it,” Sammi held out her chained wrist to the grinning man.
With a quick pop, the link was broken. The pair was free but still sported mental cuffs around their wrists. The bellman took a card from his jacket pocket.
“A very discreet locksmith,” he said.
Sammi pulled a twenty from her pocket and handed it to the man, “Thanks. Now get lost.”
“I’ll show him out,” Benjy put his camera on the breakfast table before exiting the room. He was eager for a chance to get away from the women.
Connor walked over to the breakfast table and sank into one of the cozy chairs. She dropped her head into her hands. Her hair cascaded forward; hiding her face. She let out a soft sob.
“I’m sorry, Connor, but I’m not going to apologize. I’ve got my career to worry about. You should be thinking about your own career. We’re not going to be young long.” Sammi knelt down in front of Connor to speak directly to her but the woman never lifted her head, “Connor, after thirty it’s finished. We’re Hollywood leftovers then.”
“So what happens after thirty?” Connor snapped as she raised her red cheeked face.
Sammi sighed, “That’s when you get the crap calls as supporting actress. Just to get your name in the paper you have to toss your personal life to the wolves. You have to do the ugly divorce thing. It’s a good time to go gay, though.” Sammi gave a wink, “Maybe we could reunite. There’s always the adoption thing, a foreign baby or surrogate, sponsor a displaced family, become a spokeman for some horrible disease, or there’s politics.”
Connor glared at Sammi. “Is any part of you real?”
“I hope not.” Sammi patted Connor on the knee, “I had a fucking great time but I gotta to get home to Luke. He was hoping we were going to get pregnant today but with our movie starting it’s bad timing. We’ll have to put it off. It might be better to be pregnant at the premiere, I think. You know, to counter the tough dyke image with a mommy look.”
Sammi stood. She gave a gentle smile to the stunned Connor before strolling out the door. Connor watched her go. She stared at the closed door long after. Tears rolled gently down her cheeks for hours on end.
