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   The Makeup Artist

   by Stephanie Rose

   (A sexy makeup artist loves her celebrity clients.)

   ~~~

   Chapter 8.5: Beyoncé Knowles apologizes to Janet Jackson.

   ~~~

   "All right everyone!  Ms.  Jackson doesn't have all day!  Lunch time's
over, so let's get back to rehearsal!"

   Facing the mirrored wall in the spacious dance studio, Danté Zane
watched as twelve scantily-clad dancers slowly lined up behind him.

   Noticing their sluggish pace, he clapped his hands soundly.  "Come on,
people!  Let's go, let's go!  Chop, chop!"

   Danté watched as the dancers perked up only slightly as they began to
stretch their lithe and toned limbs.  He even noticed a few of them
yawning.

   Then he looked around the spacious practice room and noticed Janet's
other team members working diligently on the sidelines.

   He noticed Krystal Pennington, Janet's lead makeup artist, sketching
various looks on a large sheet of paper while talking with Melinda Paul and
Ramón Luiz, Janet's hairstylists.  Also, Janet's wardrobe coordinator,
Sophia Duvalier, was busy consulting with the sewers and the tailors about
Janet's new costumes.  He even noticed the small group of musicians in the
very back of the room quietly reviewing their sheet music.

   Danté quickly realized that out of all of the people in the room, his
dancers were the working the least.

   Irritated, he turned around and faced Janet's dance team.  "All right
everyone," he began sharply, "I already showed you the first part of the
routine before we broke for lunch.  Now while Janet finishes up her meeting
in the office upstairs, let me show you the second part, okay?"

   "Sure, Danté," a light, feminine voice called out.  Janet's dance team
captain, Caprice Bristow, a fit, dark-chocolate colored beauty with long,
black hair pulled into a low ponytail, then turned to the rest of the
group. "Let's get it together, y'all," she said.  "Come on now, let's go."

   "Thanks, Caprice." He looked around.  "Okay.  Let's get in position."

   The rest of the dancers nodded listlessly and moved into a V-formation.
As a further distraction, the bright, sizzling-hot Atlanta sun streamed
through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making them that much more lazy and
lethargic.

   Danté spun around, scowling.  "Alright, y'all.  I know we've been at
this since seven this morning.  And it's now," he glanced at the clock,
"it's now almost one.  But we still have a lot more routines to cover.  And
as the lead choreographer, Janet's looking for me to make sure y'all are on
point.  So let's get it together, please?"

   Just then, a light voice rang out.  "Danté?  Let me talk to them for a
moment, okay?"

   Everyone turned to see the slim, Grammy award-winning, caramel-colored
goddess standing in the doorway.

   "Of course, Janet," Danté said, stepping back graciously.  "The floor is
yours." He turned to the dancers.  "Everybody, listen up!"

   Dressed in a navy-blue sweatshirt cut just below her firm, rounded
breasts, Janet's taut midsection was on full display.  Her delicious
honeyed-caramel skin looked absolutely soft and silky.  Her long, dark hair
was pulled up into a girlishly-cute top ponytail, but the gorgeous beauty
before them was all woman.

   Though she wore minimal makeup, her sparkling eyes and bright smile were
all the enhancements she needed.  She'd added a light coat of mascara and a
light gloss on her lips, but her natural beauty could have easily allowed
her to go barefaced and have the exact same exotic allure.

   Her gray sweatpants were loose and baggy, but they couldn't hide her
sturdy back, which gently swayed into her tight, rounded tush.  As she
moved, everyone in the room paused to admire her graceful, fluid gait.

   "Hey everybody," she said softly as she walked to the center of the
room.

   "Hey," they whispered in unison, visibly star-struck.

   "I know y'all are tired," she said.  "But I need to make sure this
choreography is tight for the tour.  So bear with me, okay?"

   Everyone nodded, visibly perked up with excitement of seeing their
favorite musical icon, even though it'd only been an hour since they'd seen
her last.

   "Ok," Janet smiled as she took her place in front of the mirror, right
next to Danté.  "Let's start back with the old school medley, where we left
off before lunch.  The first part of, `What Have You Done For Me Lately,'
okay?"

   Danté nodded and motioned to the young woman standing across the room at
the CD player.  The assistant cued up the music, and in an instant, the
hard drums began, followed by the slick keyboard.

   Danté raised his hand.  "One, two...one, two, three, hit it!"

   On cue, they launched into the routine.  Bodies gyrating, they glided
across the floor in intricate formations, rolling in time with the pounding
beats.  Their fit, trim and incredibly sexy bodies, now glistening with a
thin sheen of sweat, pumped and rocked all over the floor.

   Janet lost herself in the rhythm, her body following the intricate
choreography, but still giving her own personal flair to the moves.  Her
dark hair whipped around her face, but she was too in tune with the music
to notice.

   She rolled her hips and waist, grinding her body into the space she
occupied.  Her lithe and toned arms and legs followed suit, making her
entire body a sensuous, sensual entity whose sole purpose was to entice and
coax the audience into an erotic frenzy.

   All of the other people in the room were struck silent with the erotic
display.  And while all of the dancers kept up with Janet's seductive
moves, the entire room couldn't help but be focused only on her.  All they
could see was her pretty face, now fixed with a steely resolve, her skin,
now gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, her rolling hips and her tight ass
and thighs.

   Then all of the dancers split into pairs and their bodies began to twist
and wind around each other.  Sweat began to drop from their lithe bodies as
they snaked around each other, creating a steamy-hot, sensuous rhythm.

   All of a sudden, they began a series of sharp, precise moves.  The
dancers struggled to keep up with Janet's brusque, military-style.  Dancing
for several minutes, the group finally reached the bridge of the song.

   Danté held up his hand.  "Now, right here, Jan, on this beat, I want to
add in a new move: a hip roll.  Like this."

   He rolled his midsection in luscious, tight circles for four beats, then
extended his leg to the side and dropped down; continuing the seductive
rolls low, almost down to the floor.

   "Try that," he said, standing upright and wiping the sweat from his
brow.

   With intricate precision, she duplicated his movements, rolling her hips
seductively, then extended her leg and dropped her body, rolling her hips.

   "Yeah, Jan," he said.  "Just like that.  Looking good!"

   She stood up, a curious look on her face.

   "Okay, everybody!" Danté called out.  "The rest of y'all try that hip
roll too.  One, two...one, two, three, hit it!"

   On cue, the dancers imitated Danté's move, gyrating their hips to the
beat of the music.

   "Wait!  Stop, stop!" Janet shouted, her irritation rising quickly. 
"That hip roll looks familiar."

   A blush creeped up Danté's pecan-brown face.  "Um..."

   She snapped her fingers.  "Oh my God!  That's Beyoncé's hip roll!  From
the Single Ladies video!" Janet's caramel skin turned bright crimson.  "Why
in the hell would I want to do her move?" she exploded.

   "You like her stuff," he said, incredulous.  "You were just telling me
last week how much you loved that video."

   She shook her head.  "Not since all that shit she was talking about me,
I don't!"

   Danté frowned at her outburst.  "Jan, I don't understand."

   "Yeah, Jan," Krystal interjected.  "Remember when I told you about my
friend Nikii Clarke?  She was Beyoncé's makeup artist for her Madison
Square Garden concert?  She said Bey was fantastic to work for.  A real
doll."

   Janet spun around and glared hard at Krystal.  At the steely glare,
Krystal immediately stopped talking and began to fiddle with her sketchpad.

   Regaining control, Janet took a deep breath.  "About Beyoncé.  Well,
there was this interview she did.  An interview she just did.  And I don't
know how my name even came up, but she took it upon herself to infer that
her family was better than mine.  That she grew up middle class and we
didn't.  That her parents raised her better than my parents did us.  I
mean, can you believe that shit?"

   "Janet -"

   "And on top of that," she continued, her eyes blazing, "Miss Queen Bey's
been calling me every day since the article came out.  I guess she's trying
to apologize." Janet rolled her eyes.  "Of course I'm not taking any of her
calls."

   "Janet -"

   She grew more agitated.  "I mean, first of all, you shouldn't say shit
like that anyway.  I didn't do anything to her!  But if you are going to
talk shit about someone, at least be woman enough to stand by what you say.
Don't come crawling on your hands and knees after the fact."

   "I had no idea."

   "Look, Danté," she said, angrily pacing the floor.  "Forget all that
other shit.  The bottom line is that I pay you good money to come up with
original moves.  I don't pay you to steal routines from other people!"

   "Again, I'm sorry, Jan.  Really."

   A pained expression crossed her face.  "But Danté, how could you?"

   "I thought it'd be an homage to one of your favorite artists," he said,
a weak smile on his face.

   She walked right up to him until there was just a scant inch of space
between their bodies.  She put her finger in his face.  "Look.  Until she
apologizes for all that trash she was talking about me and my family, I
don't want to hear a thing about her!  Understand?"

   He nodded.  "Yes, Janet.  Sure." He put his hand on her shoulder.  "And
again, I'm sorry."

   She nodded absently, then turned to the group.  "And that goes for the
rest of you," she called out.  "No more Beyoncé.  In fact, I don't even
want to hear her name.  Understand?"

   The dancers, frozen in place and tension registered all over their
bodies, just nodded.

   "Alright," she snapped.  "Let's get back to work." She pointed to the
girl in the corner.  "Cue the music!"

   The music started again and they launched back into the spirited dance
routine.

   As they danced, a young, thin woman, Ivy Parker, suddenly appeared in
the doorway.  She held up a cherry-red BlackBerry phone.  "Excuse me, Ms.
Jackson?"

   Janet continued dancing, oblivious to the voice.

   "Excuse me?  Ms.  Jackson?" Ivy said more loudly, still waving the
phone.

   Janet's head whipped around.  "Yes?" she called out over the music.

   "You have a phone call."

   "From?"

   "Beyoncé Knowles."

   As if on cue, the music stopped and everyone stared at Janet.

   Her anger rose again.  Her eyes closed into slits and her cheeks turned
bright red.  "Her again?  Well, tell her, yet again," she spat, "that I'm
not interested in talking.  Then just hang up on her!"

   Ivy blanched.  Then she quickly recovered, put the phone back up to her
ear and left the room.

   Janet sighed.  Then she pointed to Danté.  "Okay, people.  Let's get
back to work!"

   ~~~

   Audra Cunningham set the phone down on the receiver and looked up at the
slim, but curvy woman standing over her.  "I'm sorry, Bey.  She still won't
take your call."

   Beyoncé tossed her sandy-brown hair back over her shoulder and sighed.
"This is harder than I thought."

   She looked out of the hotel window and stared at the rainy London
skyline.  The gray, grim colors matched her mood.

   Audra looked at her.  "Why is this so important, Bey?  I mean, you keep
trying to call her to apologize about the magazine article.  And she keeps
rejecting your calls.  Maybe we should just give up?  I mean, why even
bother anymore?"

   Beyoncé shook her head.  "I have to keep trying."

   Audra looked at her boss.  She was used to seeing Beyoncé focused, but
now, this was a woman on a mission.  As one of Beyoncé's many personal
assistants, she knew how tightly scheduled her rehearsals, interviews,
photo shoots and performances were.  However, Beyoncé's number-one focus
this day, and for several days now, was getting in contact with Janet
Jackson.

   "This is really important to me, Audra.  So I need you to keep trying to
reach her."

   Audra nodded, realizing that she had an important job to do, but today,
as she was most days, she was constantly distracted by Beyoncé's natural
beauty.

   The soft-spoken, yet insanely famous entertainer wore a simple T-shirt
and jeans, but the end effect was stunning.

   First, Beyoncé's long hair had been styled with soft, gentle waves. 
With a gentle lift at her crown, the lengthy tresses skimmed down past her
shoulders and tumbled down her back.

   Her makeup was just as simple and just as dramatic.  She wore soft rose
shades on her eyes, complete with dark eyeliner to give her eyes a smoky
look.  Her cheeks had been given a soft rosy tone, and her lips featured a
stunning coral gloss.  All of the elements combined together to give her
face an undeniable beauty.

   She wore a modest, light-gray T-shirt that pressed tightly against her
rounded breasts.  The thin material did little to hide the thick nipples
that lie beneath.  Her light-colored jeans were extra tight, showing off
her beautifully curvy hips and thighs.  Though she was a small woman, her
body was well-rounded, ripe and ready to devour.

   Audra shook her head, trying desperately to refocus on the job at hand.
She decided to delicately try to prolong their conversation.  "I don't mean
to pry," she asked, "but why is this so important?"

   Beyoncé sighed.  "Remember Inauguration Night?  When I sang for
President Obama and First Lady Michelle?  As I stood there, I realized that
things really do have to change, and change for the better.  Especially in
the entertainment industry."

   She grew more animated, using her hands to make her point.  "I mean,
there aren't too many of us black female artists.  So we need to stick
together.  We've got to stick together.  Which means that we can't let
words get between us.  Which means that I have to explain to her what I
meant.  And tell her that I didn't mean any harm."

   Beyoncé continued to stare out the window, deep in thought.  Then she
snapped her fingers.  "Okay, Audra.  Time for another approach."

   Audra picked up her pad and pencil "What do you need?"

   Beyoncé put her hand on her lusciously curved hip, and stroked her chin.
"I need you to do a complete profile on Janet.  Her favorite foods, her
favorite flowers, her favorite colors, the works.  And do it quickly.  I
need to put this plan in motion tonight."

   "Pretty sneaky, boss," Audra laughed.  "But what exactly do you plan to
do?"

   Beyoncé laughed, tossing her long, sandy-brown hair behind her.  "I'm
going to get my point across, that's what!"

   ~~~

   Later that evening, Janet lounged in the back of her jet-black luxury
SUV.  Exhausted from the vigorous rehearsal, she leaned her head back on
the headrest and closed her eyes and tried to relax.

   However, her anger began to rise at Dante's betrayal.  "I can't believe
he did that to me," she said, gritting her teeth.

   But she couldn't help but admire Beyoncé, the `Golden Goddess,' as she
called her.  As pissed as she was, Janet was always amazed at the girl's
rise to stardom.

   "Though I was much younger than her when I got started, I remember being
that age," she said, thinking about when she first saw the first Destiny's
Child video years ago.  "They looked so damned young!"

   Janet stared out the window at the Atlanta night skyline rushing by. 
"Beyoncé's what, in her mid-twenties now?" she chuckled.  "Hell, she's had
a lifetime career already.  Just like I did.  Shit, I remember touring
before I even knew what `touring' was."

   She began to grow angry again at Dante's betrayal.  However, she thought
about the rounded breasts and thick thighs she'd seen in Beyoncé's latest
video.  "That girl's body is nice, though" Janet smiled.

   Just then, a male voice rang out from the front of the car.  "We're
here."

   She looked out the side window and was surprised they'd made it home so
quickly.  He pulled up the driveway and right to the front door.  He
quickly jumped out, ran around, opened her door, and helped her out.

   "Thanks," she said yawning.  As the young man grabbed her bags, Janet
walked inside.  Drowsy, she passed through her spacious foyer, heading to
her bedroom.  She passed by a bouquet of white roses, then a vase filled
with pink tulips, then a collection of deep purple orchids.  Suddenly, she
looked around and gasped in surprise.

   Her vast foyer, normally empty, had been filled to the ceiling with a,
enormous selection of exquisite floral arrangements.  To the left, sat huge
bouquets of pink, white and yellow roses.  To the right, numerous vases of
brightly-colored tulips lined the room.  Janet also admired the calla
lilies, snapdragons, hydrangea, peonies and gardenia that filled the room.

   "Luisa?" Janet called out.  "Luisa what is all of this?"

   A slim, pretty Cuban woman hurried into the room.  "Que, Ms.  Jackson?

   Janet pointed around the room.  "What's all of this?"

   "S'.  It's a delivery."

   "From who?"

   "There's a card right there," Luisa said, pointing to the largest
bouquet.  "But I didn't look at it," she said in her clipped Cuban accent.

   Janet smiled, her high cheekbones making her face simply adorable, as
she plucked the card out of the bouquet.  She read it slowly, then she
blanched.  She repeated the neatly printed words out loud:

   "I really think we should talk.  Bey."

   Janet blinked.  Then, in an instant, she waved her hands toward the
grand display of affection.

   "Luisa?  Get all of this out of here!  Right this instant!"

   ~~~

   Seated at the desk in the lavish hotel room, Audra looked up from her
laptop.  "Bey?  I just checked the florist's website.  I see that the
flowers and candy were delivered, but I haven't heard anything from Janet
or any of her reps."

   Still in London, Beyoncé lay on the chaise lounge flipping through a
thick copy of her latest movie script.  "Call her again, please."

   She waited as Audra tried to place the call to Janet's assistant. 
Again, she was shot down cold.

   Audra sighed as she snapped her cell phone shut.  "Ok, Bey.  What now?"

   Beyoncé sat, eyes closed for several long moments.  Then suddenly, she
opened her eyes.  "Okay, Audra.  Time for Plan B."

   ~~~

   The next morning, Janet sat in her breakfast nook, hunched over her
laptop, sipping on a hot cup of herbal tea.  Her muscles were sore from the
previous day's rehearsal, but there was still more work to do, so she
relaxed as much as she could.

   She lifted her head when she heard her phone rang.

   "Hello?"

   "Hi Janet.  It's me, Ivy.  How's it going?"

   Janet smiled.  "Good, Ivy.  What's up?"

   "Well," the young woman said coyly, "I just got a call from your
attorneys.  They just got off the phone with the legal team over at the
Style Network." She paused dramatically.  "It looks like they've come to an
agreement about your new TV show!"

   Janet perked up.  "Great!"

   The Style Network had begun a new department that specifically handled
celebrity reality shows.  They'd recently offered Kimora Lee Simmons a
lucrative deal, which proved to be a smart business move.  Kimora's reality
show, now in its third season, regularly attracted new viewers and, even
better, new advertising dollars.  This deal made Kimora more money than any
of them had originally hoped.

   However, Janet's new deal was worth several times that.  The hook was
that this show would take the viewers backstage on Janet's new concert
tour, giving the audience all of the behind-the-scenes action.  It was
unlike any show of its kind, and with Janet's popularity and veteran
concert experiences, the new six-part special, Janet Jackson: Behind the
Veil, promised to bring in millions of advertising dollars to the network
and to Janet herself.

   Ivy continued.  "I'm calling because your lawyers are sending over a
copy of the contract.  It should be there this morning by courier."

   Janet glanced at the clock.  It was just after eight and her rehearsal
wasn't scheduled until ten.

   "So, the documents should be here shortly, then, right?" Janet asked.

   "Sure.  They should be there any minute."

   "Okay.  Good."

   Then the doorbell rang.  "Okay, Ivy.  That's the door.  I guess they're
here already.  I'll call you back later." She clicked off the phone, slid
it into the back pocket of her tight, denim shorts and headed out of the
kitchen and toward the front door.

   When she got there, Luisa already had the door open and was speaking to
a young man in the crisp delivery uniform.

   "It's okay, Luisa," Janet called out, hurrying toward the door.  "I've
got it.  It should be my delivery."

   "S', Senorita," Luisa said as she stepped aside.

   Janet reached the doorway and smiled at the young deliveryman.  "Good
morning.  You have my package?"

   "Yes, it's right here," he said, pointing behind him.

   She followed his gaze, then she gasped.

   Behind the young man was a gigantic wooden crate, about six feet tall
and three feet wide.  The huge crate took up the entire space on her narrow
concrete walkway.

   "Those aren't my documents," she frowned.

   "Documents, Ma'am?"

   "Yes.  I'm expecting a set of papers from my law firm."

   "I don't have that package, Ma'am," he answered.  "This is from," he
glanced at his clipboard, "Beyoncé Knowles.  Will you accept it?"

   Janet was taken aback.  "Well...what's in it?"

   He glanced back.  "I really can't say, Ma'am.  I have no idea."

   She took a deep breath.  "All right.  Sure.  Fine."

   He handed her the clipboard and she signed the packing slip with a
distinctive flair.  Then he stepped back to the crate and lifted a thin,
metal cord at the top of the large box.

   "Now, when you want to open this crate, all you do is pull this cord. 
But stand clear, because the front of the crate will come right off."

   She nodded, and stepped aside as he set the clipboard onto the pavement,
then wheeled the crate into her spacious foyer.

   "Thanks.  Thanks a lot," she smiled once he'd gotten the large box
situated in the middle of her foyer.

   "Thank you, Ma'am," he said, tipping his hat to her.  As he walked back
outside and retrieved his clipboard, he turned back to her.  "And by the
way, I loved your last album!"

   "Thanks," she blushed, then shut the door behind him.

   "So.  I wonder what this is?" Janet mumbled, as she studied the large
crate.

   Luisa shook her head.

   Janet reached for the cord, then held it in her hand for a long moment.
Then she pulled it hard.  The front panel of the crate disengaged instantly
and she quickly jumped to the side before it crashed to the ground.

   When she looked inside, she gasped.

   Stuffed tightly inside the crate was a plush, snow-white, life-sized
teddy bear.

   Standing a full six feet tall, the oversized plush bear filled the
entire space.  She stared at it for a moment, speechless.

   Then she noticed a glittery silver bow tied around its neck.  She also
saw that nestled in the crook of one of its arms was a bouquet of pink
roses.  Wrapped around its other wrist was a silver ribbon.  Clipped to the
ribbon was a small envelope.

   Janet unclipped the envelope from the ribbon and opened it.  She smiled
as she read the neatly printed words:

   "Can we at least talk?  Bey."

   Looking at the enormous stuffed animal, Janet continued smiling as she
shook her head.  Then she began to giggle.  Soon, she was laughing loud,
from deep within her heart.

   In an instant, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed
quickly.  The feminine voice barely answered before Janet began to speak.

   "Hi, Ivy?  It's Jan.  Listen...do me a favor?  Get me Beyoncé's
assistant on the phone..."

   ~~~

   Beyoncé lay in the large bed in the back cabin of the private jet.  She
tried to concentrate on reading the script and learning her lines, but she
kept replaying the conversation she'd had with Janet Jackson just a few
hours earlier.

   "So she wants to meet, huh?" Beyoncé mused as she flipped through the
pages of the thick script.  She tried to keep her attention on her work at
hand, but her thoughts began to drift to her musical idol.

   With several hours until she landed in Atlanta, Beyoncé reflected back
on when she first noticed her attraction to the icon, Janet Jackson.

   "I loved all her videos, especially What Have You Done For Me Lately,"
Beyoncé mused.  "But the one that did it, was that Pleasure Principle
video," she smiled.  "Those tight black jeans on that firm, tight booty? 
Mmmmm."

   She shifted on the bed as her nipples stiffened at the thought.

   Unable to concentrate any longer, she tossed the script to the side and
leaned back against the pillow.  Dressed in a peach-colored silk nightshirt
that kissed her thighs, she trailed her hand over her body.  As she thought
more and more about her crush, her fingers ended up atop her
rapidly-hardening nipples.

   "Ohhhh," she said as her body began to respond to her teasing, "Janet's
been looking great lately.  Nice and slim, but curvy all at the same time.
She's so very sexy to me."

   Her body began to react even more, with her erotic core beginning to
pulsate in a rhythm she knew very well.  She also noticed that her sweet
and sticky juices had started to flow.

   "Oh, Janet," she sighed as she pinched her thick nipples.  "I can't wait
to see you.  To be next to you.  To really show you exactly what you do to
me!"

   Unable to resist the insistent throbbing deep between her legs, Beyoncé
slid her slim fingers into her panties.  When she touched the moistened
skin, she moaned gently.

   "Ohhh," she said, arching her back as even more wetness pooled beneath
her.  "God, that feels good!"

   She began to rub her swollen clit slowly, but picked up speed as her
passion rose.

   "Jan," she groaned.  "Oh, Jan!"

   Her fingers were wet and sticky with the passionate juices that flowed
from her erotic core.  "Ooooh," she sighed as her breathing quickened.

   She concentrated tight circles on her throbbing clit, loving the exotic
feelings washing over her.  Growing more excited, she settled her body into
the soft sheets and began to rock her hips in time with her fingers.

   "Ahhhh," she sighed as erotic shocks started dancing through her body.
Her breathing quickened and she began to pant with her rising passion.

   "Janet!  Oh, Janet," she moaned, suddenly imagining Janet's tongue in
place of her busy fingers.  "Lick me, please!  Oh God, eat me, baby!"

   Needing to increase her arousal, she slid a finger from her other hand
deep inside of her.  "Yessss, Janet" she cried as she continued tickling
and teasing her clit.  Soon, she added another finger inside of her.

   "Oooooh, baby" she moaned at the second delicious intrusion.  Her ass
began to bounce on the bed as her fingers slid in and out of her tightening
pussy.  Harder and harder she worked, trying desperately to reach her
elusive climax, twirling her fingers over her swollen clit as she pumped
more fingers in and out.

   Finally, her body could take no more teasing and gave her what she'd
been searching so desperately for.

   "Oh, oh, oh," she exclaimed.  "I'm cumming!  Janet, I'm cumming!  Yes!
Yes, yes, now!"

   She arched her back as her body rocked back and forth on the bed. 
Bright lights exploded in her eyes as her powerful orgasm overtook her
senses.  Still rubbing and stroking her clit, her fingers were now drenched
with her liquid passion.  "Oh yes!" she cried, riding the waves of her
climax.

   Eventually, her passion began to wane.  Sitting up, she withdrew her wet
fingers from her sensitive mound.  Ever so naughty, she quickly slipped the
damp digits into her waiting mouth.  "Mmmm, tasty!" she giggled as she bell
back against the bed.

   "Oh Jan," she moaned as she snuggled against her pillow.  "When will I
be able to show you how I really feel?"

   ~~~

   Standing in her lavish bedroom, Janet stood at the mirror.  She'd
decided upon a modest, oversized jet-black silk tunic and a pair of
wide-legged black slacks.  Black ballet slippers completed her demure look.

   She'd pulled her dark hair off her face, secured the back with an ornate
hairclip and let the rest flow freely over her shoulders.  She completed
her casual look with gold and bronze eyeshadow and blush, and a glittery,
reddish-gold lipgloss.

   "Looking good, girlie," she said to her reflection.  As she turned
around, she heard the bells chime at the front gate.  A couple of seconds
passed, and Luisa's voice came over the house intercom.

   "Beyonce Knowles is here to see you."

   "Buzz her in."

   Janet walked to the window and waited an agonizing several minutes while
the black SUV drove up to the front door.  Watching intently, she licked
her lips at the sight of Beyoncé's driver helping her out of the stretch
limo.

   Beyoncé wore an ivory off-the-shoulder knit minidress with a gold belt
cinching her tiny waist.  Her sandy-brown hair was long, tousled and free
and kissed her back and shoulders.  Janet strained to see, but she
eventually caught sight of Beyoncé's gold, high-heeled sandals.  She even
caught a glimpse of her perfectly-manicured crimson-colored toes.

   As Janet admired Beyoncé's golden skin and her long, luscious legs, a
deep tingle began between her legs.

   She smiled as she watched Luisa let her into the house.  "So, Miss Queen
Bey," Janet mused, "what do you have in store for me tonight?"

   ~~~

   "So," Janet said as she reached forward and picked up her champagne
glass, "what do you really want to talk about?"

   Janet was seated in her vast living room on her plush sofa, with Beyoncé
sitting right next to her.  "Are you trying to apologize for what you said
about me?" she winked.

   "Actually, no." Beyoncé said, taking a sip of the cool, amber liquor. 
"I wasn't trying to apologize."

   Janet nearly dropped her glass.  "Excuse me?"

   "I stand behind what I said."

   A heat began at the base of Janet's neck and threatened to consume her.
"You mean, you meant all of that garbage?  You meant that trash you talked
about my family?"

   Beyonce stiffened.  "Well, I'm entitled to my opinion.  And I expect
that you probably disagree.  I understand that.  But," she said, softening,
"I didn't have the right to say it publicly.  I should have just kept
quiet. That's what I'm apologizing for."

   Janet rolled her eyes and took a sip from her glass.  "Semantics.  I
thought that'd be beneath you."

   "No matter what I said, or what I meant, I'm trying to make peace here.
Can't I get a little credit for that?"

   Janet snorted.

   "You know," Beyoncé said, changing the subject as she took another sip,
"we're more alike than different."

   Janet tilted her head.  "How so?"

   "Well, first, we love music.  Deeply.  And completely."

   Janet grinned.  "Of course."

   "And we both work hard as we can."

   Janet nodded.  "Often to the point of exhaustion."

   Beyoncé sighed as she set her nearly-full glass down on Janet's glass
coffee table.  "True."

   "And we both go up and down in weight," Janet grinned as she took
another sip.

   "Oh, don't I love food!" Beyoncé laughed.

   Janet put her hand on Beyoncé's knee and squeezed it gently.  "And we
both refuse to settle for anything other than the best."

   "Speaking of the best," Beyoncé said, enjoying Janet's touch as she
settled back even further into the plush cushions, "wanna know my favorite
concert of yours?"

   "Yeah.  I do."

   "It's when you were in Hawaii.  That concert was classic!  You were so
fierce!  I loved your outfit changes.  You were so sexy!"

   Janet blushed and dropped her gaze.  "Really?"

   "Of course," Beyoncé grinned.  "I even bought two copies of that DVD.  I
keep one at home, and I take the other one with me on the road.  I mean,
you're such a sexy woman!" Then Beyoncé's voice lowered.  "God, you're a
sexy woman."

   Her hand still on Beyoncé's knee, Janet began to stroke Beyoncé's golden
skin, inching up even higher on her leg.  "Me?  Well, what about how great
you looked at your concert in Madison Square Garden last summer?"

   Beyoncé sat up straight.  "You were there?  I didn't see you!"

   Janet shrugged.  "I tried to come backstage right after you were done,
just to say `Hi,' but your lead stylist said you couldn't be disturbed."

   Beyoncé frowned.  "Really?" Then she flashed on the instructions she'd
always given Sandee after a performance: To lock the door and let no one in
for twenty minutes.  "Yeah," she blushed.  "I was occupied.  Sorry."

   Taking another sip from her glass, Janet slid back onto the couch. 
"Well your dancing was on point!  And you looked great too.  I mean, your
outfits were dope, your hair was slammin' and your makeup was perfect!"

   Beyoncé smiled.  "My regular hairdresser, James King, did my hair.  But
that night, I had an awesome makeup artist.  She was a replacement for my
regular girl.  Her name's Nikii Clarke.  She's a freelancer.  You should
really check her out."

   Janet thought for a moment.  "Nikii Clarke?  I've heard that name
before."

   Beyoncé flashed on the special services Nikii provided to her.  She
shivered as she remembered how eagerly Nikii tongued her swollen clit.  In
only minutes, Nikii had her exploding in the ultimate pleasure.  The quick
orgasm Nikii gave her was definitely one of the best.

   "You should really check her out," Beyoncé winked as she set her glass
down and pulled out her cell phone.  "In fact, here's her number."

   Janet looked at the display and made a mental note of the number. 
"Nikii Clarke, huh?" Then she snapped her fingers.  "Oh yeah!  One of my
dancers, Krystal Pennington recommended her to me.  Said she was an
outstanding makeup artist."

   "She's right, so definitely take her up on it," Beyoncé said, shivering
at the explosive orgasm Nikii had given her right after that concert. 
"You'll never forget it!"

   Janet nodded.  "I'll do that."

   They were both quiet for a few moments, each one feeling a gentle
increase in the energy flowing between them.

   Janet tossed her dark hair back and cleared her throat.  "Well, anyway,
as long as we're coming clean, I have to admit.  I loved your Single Ladies
video!"

   Beyoncé beamed.  "Yeah?"

   "Yeah," Janet smiled as she took another sip of her champagne.  "How
long did it take you to learn that?"

   "Just a couple of days."

   "Really?  That looked like a complicated routine.  Plus, didn't you have
to do it all at once?  In one take?  That's impressive!"

   Beyoncé blushed.  "Thanks.  It's just that, well, we had a tight
schedule.  I had to learn it fast."

   "Don't I know about tight schedules," Janet laughed, as she sat back on
the couch.  "It seems like the entire 80s and 90s went by in a blur."

   Beyoncé smiled.  "I know.  I used to study your moves all throughout the
80s and 90s.  I can do almost every routine of yours, you know?"

   "Really?  Thanks!" Janet said, her words slurring slightly as she began
to really feel the effects of the alcohol.  "But you do well too." Boldly,
she leaned forward.  "Wanna know my favorite move of yours?"

   Beyoncé nodded.  "Sure."

   "I just love that hip roll!  In the Single Ladies video."

   "Yeah, I get that a lot!" Beyoncé laughed.  "Everyone loves that move!"

   "Wanna see me do it?" Janet asked.  "My choreographer just taught it to
me."

   "Sure.  Go for it."

   Janet downed the last bit of liquor in her glass, set the glass on the
coffee table and stood up.  As if on cue, she started gyrating her hips. 
Feeling bold and confident, she rolled her luscious hips in beat with the
internal rhythm deep inside her.

   "Get it, girl!" Beyoncé laughed.  "And with no music too!  Impressive!"

   "Ahhh, yeah," Janet said, bending low and feeling the moves.  "I've got
it now!"

   As Beyoncé watched Janet, a raw heat began to rise in her.  "I guess
it's now or never," Beyoncé whispered.

   "Well, you've almost got it," Beyoncé said, rising up off the couch. 
She moved right behind Janet.  "But you need to do it like this."

   Beyoncé put her hands on Janet's hips and gently moved them in a slow
circular motion.  "It's like this, baby," Beyoncé cooed behind her, right
in her ear.

   A carnal heat suddenly rushed through Janet.  She closed her eyes as she
felt her body tingling.  Her nipples hardened at Beyoncé's touch and at the
soft whispering in her ear.

   Beyoncé stroked Janet's rounded hips as she guided them in tight
circles. "Just like that, baby," she whispered.  "Just like that."

   A soft moan escaped Janet's lips.  "Ohhh."

   "You want more, baby?"

   "Yesss!  Please!"

   Beyoncé slid her hands underneath Janet's tunic until they were just
below Janet's firm breasts.  "Can I touch `em, baby?" Beyoncé murmured.

   "Oh God, yes!"

   Beyoncé slid her hands up and cupped Janet's round globes.  She squeezed
softly, then palmed the taut flesh in her hands.  "So beautiful, honey,"
she whispered.  "You are so beautiful," she said, flicking out her tongue
to lick Janet's neck.

   Janet's head began to spin.  She put her hands over Beyoncé's and guided
them in tight circles on her breasts.  "Ohhh," that feels good," Janet
moaned.  "Just like that, baby!  Just like that!"

   Beyoncé swirled her tongue all over Janet's neck and behind her ears as
she continued teasing Janet's breasts.  As she did so, she pressed Janet's
body back against her own, molding her frame into Janet's.

   Ever naughty, Beyoncé removed one hand from Janet's breast and used it
to unclip Janet's hair.  Janet sighed as the thick, dark strands fell free
around her neck and shoulders.  "Ohhh," Janet whispered.

   Beyoncé ran her hands through Janet's hair.  "You're so gorgeous, baby,"
Beyoncé sighed.  Then she quickly placed her hands back on Janet's breasts
and squeezed them over and over, even running her thumbs over the stiff
nipples.

   In a bold move, Beyoncé slid her hand down the front of Janet's slacks.
"You know, I've thought about this for a while now," Beyoncé cooed in
Janet's ear.  "You were always so sexy to me."

   Unable to speak, Janet shivered as Beyoncé's fingers made contact with
her panties.

   "Look at you!  You're so wet," Beyoncé teased as she stroked the soft
fabric.  "Do I excite you?"

   Janet sighed.  "Baby, please!"

   "Please what?" Beyoncé asked innocently, her fingers now wiggling their
way into Janet's panties.  She worked the silky material until it was out
of the way.  With a quick flick of her wrist, Beyoncé's fingers touched
Janet's swollen clit.

   "Yesss!" Janet exclaimed.  "Oh God, yes!"

   Beyoncé rotated her wrist while she kept her fingers locked onto Janet's
pussy.  "Like that baby?" she cooed as she stroked the damp skin.

   Janet threw her head back.  "More, please!  Oh God, give me more!"

   "No, Chica," Beyoncé chuckled.  "We're gonna take this nice and slow."
She skillfully worked her fingers in small circles on Janet's clit.

   Janet's hips began to rotate in time with Beyoncé's gentle stroking. 
Though her passion was rising slow and steady, Janet knew that she'd soon
need the ultimate release.

   Suddenly needing more, Beyoncé dropped to her knees.  She reached up to
Janet's midsection, wrapped her fingers around the waistband of her slacks,
and pulled down.

   Janet's curvy ass, thighs and legs were fully exposed, her brown skin
gleaming.  Beyoncé turned her around and found herself face-to-face with
Janet's bare mound.  "Ooooh, baby," Beyoncé cooed.  "You're bare.  That's
so sexy, baby!"

   Janet reached up and yanked off her top as Beyoncé slid out of her
minidress.  In only seconds, they were undressed and staring at each
other's nude body; Janet enthralled with Beyoncé's golden-hued body and
Beyoncé loving Janet's luminous caramel skin.

   "You are so gorgeous," Beyoncé said as she gripped Janet's thighs. 
Beyoncé moved forward and pressed her lips to Janet's heated flesh.

   "Ooooh," Janet cried at the electric touch.  She closed her eyes again
as she felt Beyoncé's tongue swirl around her taut skin.

   Quickly overheating, Beyoncé nudged Janet's thighs apart and dove into
her juicy wet pussy, licking and sucking the sugary wetness that flowed
copiously.

   "Ohhh," Janet sighed, still standing on rapidly-wobbling legs.  "Oh
yesss!"

   Beyoncé looked up for a moment, grinned at Janet's closed eyes and open
mouth, then went back down to enjoy more of Janet's juicy, wet slit.

   Janet lost herself in the delicious licking and sucking that Beyoncé was
doing to her heated quim.  "Ooooh, honey," Janet sighed.  "Ooooh, that
feels so good!"

   Janet's rounded hips bucked faster, then faster, as Beyoncé upped her
tongue strokes on her sensitive clit.  Sweat beaded on Janet's skin, giving
her silken skin a delightful sheen.

   "God, Bey!  Oh my God!" Janet cried.  "Don't stop!  Please don't stop!"

   "Come on, honey," Beyoncé moaned into Janet's wet slit.  "Cum for me! 
Cum for me, baby!"

   "Ahhhh," Janet sighed as the erotic sensations intensified.  Her body
was blazing hot, but shivering as if she were freezing.  Her senses were on
overload at the Golden Goddess below her, teasing her to ecstasy.

   Beyoncé used her fingers to open Janet's pussy even more.  She admired
the luscious pinkness, then planted soft, gentle kisses on the damp flesh.

   "Yesss," Janet hissed as her passion rose even higher.  "Right there,
baby!  Right there!"

   Beyoncé continued flicking her tongue over the swollen pussy lips, up
into Janet's pussy and back down to her clit.  "Come on, Jan!  Give me that
juice!  Give me that cum!  Right in my mouth, baby!"

   "Ooooh," Janet cried as she got even closer.  "Oh, that's it!  That's
it, baby!"

   Beyoncé licked her fingers and slid a slender digit deep into Janet's
tight pussy.  She wiggled it around for a moment; then pumped it in and
out, in time with her wicked tongue strokes.  Janet jumped as she felt the
double sensations.  In an instant, her body began to peak.

   "Oh, Bey!  I'm about to cum!" Janet shouted, her back arching.  "I'm
about to cum!  Oh God, now!"

   Beyoncé held on tightly to Janet's hips as her iconic lover writhed and
moaned in pure ecstasy.  "Come on, baby," Beyoncé urged as she licked
harder and faster, trying to draw out the goddess' orgasm.  "Give it to
me!"

   Janet pinched her taut nipples and squeezed the supple flesh, moaning
even louder.  Finally, Janet rode out her climax and collapsed onto the
couch, panting.

   Before Janet knew it, Beyoncé began to lick and suck Janet's pussy into
a second orgasm.

   "Oh God!" Janet cried.  "God, what are you doing to me!"

   Beyoncé steadied herself and dove even deeper into Janet's sugary
wetness.  Her sandy-brown hair was splayed over Janet's thighs as she
licked and teased Janet into orgasm number two.

   "Cum, Jan!  Cum right now!"

   "Yes, Bey!" Janet screamed.  "Now!  I'm cumming again!  Now!  Now! 
Right now!"

   Janet's body nearly leapt up off of the couch as she moaned loudly.  Her
slender body began to shiver and shake as sticky-sweet juices flowed into
Beyoncé's mouth.

   "Oooh, baby," Beyoncé whispered.  "You taste divine!"

   Finally, Janet stopped wriggling and just lay still.  However, she was
still panting, her body still tingling with pure ecstasy.

   "Did you like that, baby?" Beyoncé whispered.  "I think you did, honey!
You looked so beautiful when you came!"

   "Ohhhh," Janet moaned.  "Oh God, that was sooo good!"

   Janet opened her eyes to see Beyoncé squirming, her hand on her silken
mound, all composure having suddenly disappeared.

   "I need to cum bad!" Beyoncé groaned, sitting up on her heels.  "Janet,
baby, please!"

   "All right, honey, your turn now," Janet purred.  "Lay back right here,"
she said, patting the space next to her on the couch.  "And spread your
legs wide!"

   Beyoncé barely had a chance to rise up from the floor and sit down
before Janet pounced.  Janet grabbed Beyoncé's hair and pulled her forward.


   "I want you so bad, baby," Janet moaned as she pressed her lips against
Beyoncé's.  With no hesitation, Beyoncé kissed back.  Janet found that she
was ecstatic that Beyoncé' lips worked so passionately against hers.  The
iconic twosome lost themselves in each other's warmth and passion.

   Then Janet lowered her head began to suck hard on Beyoncé's
honey-colored nipples.

   "Ooooh," Beyoncé sighed, her back arching.  "I love it, baby!  I love
it!"

   Janet's swirled her tongue over and around the turgid peaks.  Wanting to
increase the passion between them, Janet playfully nipped her stiff nipples
with her teeth.

   Beyoncé sucked in her breath at the sharp sensations coursing through
her body.  "Cannibal," she teased.

   Janet grinned as she went back to flicking her tongue all over Beyoncé's
soft, smooth skin.  Finally, after much teasing, Janet settled herself
between Beyoncé's outstretched legs.

   Janet leaned in and swiped her eager tongue onto Beyoncé's moist pussy.
Then she plunged it deep inside.

   "Oh God, yes!" Beyoncé groaned as she felt Janet's tongue slide deep
into her pussy.  Beyoncé immediately began to rock back and forth, trying
to get even more of Janet's tongue into her wetness.

   "Ahhhh," Beyoncé sighed as she settled back onto the soft pillows. 
"Your tongue feels so good, baby!"

   Janet buried her face deeper into Beyoncé's silken mound.  She lapped up
more of the sweet juices the flowed copiously from deep within Beyoncé's
pussy.

   "You taste marvelous, honey," Janet purred around Beyoncé's pussy lips.
"So good!  So, so good!"

   Beyoncé rocked her hips in a wicked rhythm, trying to keep up with
Janet's eager tongue.

   "You're so beautiful," Janet moaned, enjoying her perfect view of
Beyoncé's juicy, wet pussy.  "So fuckin' gorgeous!"

   Beyoncé's body eagerly sought release.  She worked her hips up and down,
ecstatic that Janet's tongue was so busy working on her clit.  Then Beyoncé
stiffened, her body going into overdrive.  "Ohhhhh," she moaned.  "Now,
Jan! Now!"

   "Get it, girl!" Janet said, urging her on.  "Get it, baby!"

   "Yessss!" Beyoncé screamed as her orgasm overtook her entire body.  "I'm
cumming, Jan!  Oh my God, I'm cumming!"

   As Beyoncé's sweet nectar flowed into her mouth, Janet's slurped it
right up.

   "Oh, fuck!  You're so sweet," Janet cried, "More, baby!  Give me more of
that sweet juice!"

   Then, just as Beyoncé's passion began to wane, Janet began licking
Beyoncé's pussy even faster, sending her into another climax.  Then
another. And another.

   All the while, Janet kept her fingers busy.  She inserted two fingers
into Beyoncé, setting off another round of electric orgasms.  Janet found
that her face nearly became drenched with all of the liquid honey that
flowed from Beyoncé's erotic core.

   Beyoncé eagerly rode out one climax after another.  She excitedly
bounced her hips, thrilled and exhilarated that so many orgasms were
bursting through her body.

   Beyoncé's voice became hoarse as she screamed and cried out her passion
over and over.  She was totally outdone that her musical idol was pleasing
her so fully and completely.

   Finally, Beyoncé's body went limp and collapsed back onto the couch. 
Rolling over onto her side, she moaned into the cushion, her body still
tingling and throbbing.

   Janet rose from the floor, sat next to Beyoncé, and wrapped her arms
tightly around her new lover.  "Are you okay, baby?" Janet asked gently.

   All Beyoncé could do was nod.  After a moment, she started to speak. 
"My ears are ringing!"

   Janet laughed as she stroked Beyoncé's hair.  "Then it must have been
good, huh?"

   As they lay intertwined, Beyoncé sighed in complete satisfaction.  "So.
Have we buried the hatched?  I mean, are we friends now?"

   Janet smiled as she pulled her Golden Goddess closer.  "Always, baby! 
Always!"

   "Good," Beyoncé whispered as she leaned in even closer and gently kissed
Janet's lips.  "Then, let's move this upstairs, Jan.  I have so much more
that I need to show you..."

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