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Sandra Bullock & Julia Roberts: Pretty Women
by Anynom (address withheld)

***

Two celebrities enjoy each other's company. (FF, mc, 
celeb-parody)

***

Author Note: A special note of thanks to KMB for letting 
me use a couple of his characters (read his own cool 
stories to find out which.) And MAW, wherever you are, 
here's one for you. Enjoy.

***

In Hollywood, everyone wants "the sure thing." The 
blockbuster, the hit, the film that not only makes big 
bucks but also has people talking. It wasn't as easy as 
it once was, as the last several months had proved. 
Millions went into making and hyping films like "Wild 
Wild West" and "Eyes Wide Shut," only to see them fall 
into obscurity, crushed under bad reviews and lackluster 
support. 

Meanwhile, films like "The Sixth Sense" and "The Blair 
Witch Project" came out of nowhere to make millions and 
get people talking. With such uncertainty, "the sure 
thing" in Hollywood became akin to finding the Holy 
Grail. "Women Scorned" was about as close to a "sure 
thing" as Hollywood could get. Not only did it boast a 
clever script and good studio support, it also boasted 
what some were calling the casting coup of the new 
century, with Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock in the 
lead roles. 

The two would play recently divorced women, Julia a 
lawyer and Sandra an eccentric artist, who meet by 
chance in a bar and find out that not only were they 
married to the same man, but at the same time. Since 
each had been taken for most of their assets in the 
divorce proceedings, they decided to team up and get 
revenge. Finding out that their mutual ex was planning 
on getting married again, the two went on a cross-
country trip to stop the wedding and pay him back for 
their humiliation.

Although big name stars were no longer a guarantee for 
box-office success, the teaming of the two most popular 
actresses in Hollywood seemed sure to bring people in. 
Also, the film was getting good buzz and the studio had 
it scheduled to be their big summer comedy entry. 

Of course, not everything was running smoothly. There 
was still talk of possible rewrites for some scenes and 
no one had been cast yet in the small but important part 
of the would-be bride. Due to the schedules of the two 
stars and the date of the film's release, shooting had 
gone on, despite the difficulties.

One difficulty that had not come up was tension between 
the stars. Although they had never really known one 
another, Julia and Sandra hit things off pretty well. 
They found in each other a kindred spirit, an actress 
boosted to the spotlight by a single role and assailed 
by the public and press. 

Although Julia had endured a longer and worse time of 
it, Sandra was no stranger to tabloids or rumors. They 
got along well together, even sharing a few meals, the 
better to avoid the small army of press corps hanging 
around the film's locations, waiting to get shots of the 
two together.

"So, they're thinking of changing the title?" Julia 
asked as she chewed on her salad.

"That's what I heard," Sandra shrugged as she stabbed 
her fork into her own lunch.

"Apparently, 'Women Scorned' just doesn't have that 
light-hearted feel for a summer comedy. Wonder what 
they'll pick?"

"You never know," Julia said. "You'd be amazed how long 
it took for them to figure 'Pretty Woman' was a good 
title."

"I liked 'Speed.' Short, simple, to the point, told you 
everything about the movie right there. We need more 
titles like that."

To an outsider, the conversation between the two was 
cordial, no different from the many they'd had before. 
But underlying the talk was a tension between the two. 
Not regarding their personalities but rather their 
natures. A few days before, the two had completed one of 
the most talked about scenes in the movie where their 
characters, trying to get info on their ex, enter a gay 
bar and had to pretend they were a couple. 

The scene culminated in a duet with the club's band 
(fronted by a cameoing Melissa Etheridge) and sharing a 
kiss. The scene had found its way onto the Internet and 
had given birth to the erroneous conclusion that the two 
women would become lovers by the end of the film.

The two had tried to pay the media blitz no mind. Both 
were used to wild stories about them and a little 
publicity for the film could never hurt. But thoughts 
still lingered about the scene. Not their acting, not 
the pressure. But the kiss. Both women were veterans of 
Hollywood, privy to the highest levels of star status. 

As such, they knew the way Hollywood really worked. The 
town was full of secret couples and affairs that even 
the most hardened tabloid reporter would never suspect. 
They knew the sham marriages and secret loves and knew 
you either went with the flow or were trampled under it.

Both of them had felt something with that kiss. Not an 
overwhelming passion or obsession, but there was 
something there. Each of them felt it but neither knew 
if the other shared their feelings.

It was that lack of knowledge that led to the 
circumstances that followed.

One of the perks of being a star was that you could take 
some stuff with you from the film. Most actors chose a 
costume or too or maybe a special prop. Rumor had it 
Mark Hamil had a light-saber stashed away somewhere in 
his house. Sandra had never really thought about such 
things, until one recent shoot.

Sandra had greatly enjoyed making "Practical Magic." It 
was a fun film and it had been a treat working with 
Nicole Kidman. She had even gotten to meet an actual 
witch, a young woman named Leah who had been fun to hang 
out with (even though, for some odd reason, Sandra could 
never quite remember what they did together) and had 
given the star something to think about.

Sandra had never really believed in magic before. 
Hollywood sobered one to reality pretty darn fast but 
she had to admit there were a few things in the world 
she couldn't really explain and Leah had shown her some 
of that, she could remember that much. And she 
remembered a few other things as well.

It was almost out of fun that Sandra had picked up a 
book of magic from an antique book shop before coming on 
set. It was strange, but she could have sworn something 
about the book had called to her. She had felt compelled 
to buy it and read it. It was mostly in a strange 
language she couldn't understand. She had taken it to a 
friend at a college, telling him it was research for a 
role, and he couldn't make much out of it. 

One thing he could tell her, though, was that a few of 
the spells, if they worked, could be the key to her 
dreams. Sandra sighed as she knelt on the floor of her 
bathroom. This was nuts. This was so nuts that nuts 
didn't even begin to describe it. She was about to 
practice something she wasn't even sure she believed in 
to satisfy an urge she couldn't even explain. 

But, hell, if she didn't try, this was going to drive 
her nuts. Ah, well, here goes. Sandra closed her eyes 
and focused her mind, trying to clear it of thoughts. 
She gripped the two candles that at on either side of 
her as she softly began to chant the words from the 
book.

She was a little uncertain at first but as she went, she 
felt a sudden strength flow through her, as if she 
suddenly knew what to do. She continued on her path, 
casting her spell and waiting for the effects to take 
place.

In her own hotel room, Julia was reviewing a fax from 
her agent, a list of possible scripts for her to look 
at. Being the number-one female box office star carried 
a big weight with it. Julia had been in the depths of 
moviedom and knew choosing wisely helped her keep her 
star alight.

Picking a project was sometimes harder than the actual 
shooting and Julia felt better when the process was 
done. She was looking over a new proposal when she 
suddenly felt a headache. More appropriately, she felt 
like a truck had suddenly hit her head-on and she nearly 
collapsed in her chair. She couldn't explain what was 
happening, she couldn't think, all she could do was let 
the pain wash over her.

Suddenly, the pain was gone. And that wasn't all. Julia 
sat in her chair, gazing blankly into space, her 
breathing even. Her mind felt blank, at ease, without 
any cares.

"*Julia, can you hear me?*" Sandra's voice suddenly 
filled the void inside Julia's head.

"Yes," Julia whispered.

"Holy shit," Sandra whispered inside the bathroom, her 
eyes opening. It had worked. It had actually worked. She 
could hear Julia's voice inside her mind and Julia could 
hear her. "Okay, okay, let's think this through," Sandra 
said to herself. "Start off slow, build from there." 
*Julia, what are you wearing?* As soon as the thought 
escaped her mind, Sandra felt she was participating in a 
very weird phone sex game. "A T-shirt...j eans..."

*Julia, listen to me very carefully. You want to take 
off your clothes. You want to take off all your clothes. 
Take them all off, Julia.* Sandra could see in her mind 
Julia disrobing, could feel it, could feel the coolness 
upon her skin as Julia slowly disrobed, sitting naked 
upon her chair.

Sandra took a deep breath, not believing she was about 
to do this. *Julia, I want you to begin to feel 
yourself. You're feeling aroused, Julia, very aroused, 
you've felt this way before and you want to feel this 
way again. Feel it, Julia, feel it.* Slowly, Julia let 
her hands drift down to her exposed clit and let two 
fingers slide into it.

She slowly worked them into herself, masturbating gently 
as her spellbound mind filled with images of lust and 
desire. She worked the fingers in, rubbing them into her 
vagina, working them in with deliberate feeling as she 
shifted in her seat. She knew how to turn herself on, to 
drive herself to orgasm, to feel what she wanted to 
feel. Soon, her juices were flowing onto her hands as 
she felt herself begin to come. She stiffened in her 
seat and let herself go, moaning as she came onto her 
waiting hands.

Back in the bathroom, Sandra groaned as she felt her own 
juices churning into her panties.

The connection she had to Julia let her feel the same 
things the other actress had, including an incredible 
orgasm. Sandra let herself recover for a moment before 
once again letting her thoughts flow into Julia's mind. 

*Julia, listen to me. I want you to redress and go back 
to whatever you were doing. When you awaken, you will 
not remember any of this. You will begin to have some 
dreams, erotic dreams, dreams about making love to a 
woman, to me, making love to me, very sexy dreams, 
Julia, very sexy. Remember that but nothing else.* 

With that, Sandra leaned forward and blew out the two 
candles, noticing for the first time the wax that was 
dripping onto her fingers. She still couldn't believe 
that had happened. One thing was for sure, she and Julia 
would be sharing some very interesting dreams tonight.

The car roared down the desert road, no other cars 
around for miles. It was a standard sedan, with the 
exception of the giant camera attached to one side, 
focused on the front seat. In the driver's seat, Sandra, 
dressed in a goofy shirt and pants was singing along to 
a tape as Julia, dressed in a nice suit, glared at her. 

"Pretty woman, walking down the street, pretty woman, 
the kind I'd like to meet, pretty woman..." Sandra's 
singing was cut off when Julia leaned forward, ejected 
the tape and threw out the window. "Sorry," she shrugged 
at Sandra's stare. "I just can't stand that song."

 The inside joke, added when Julia had sung on, was sure 
to be in every trailer and commercial, a cheap laugh to 
peak audience interest in the film. Both were used to 
that and were looking forward to the laughs from the 
audience.

The driving scene took a while to shoot, with the 
afternoon sun beginning to lower as the two ended their 
shoot. "Okay, that went great," the director said. 
"Let's pack up and head home, people!" He turned to the 
two stars who were sitting by the car, watching as the 
camera was detached and moved to the production truck. 
"You guys have a ride, right?"

Sandra turned towards Julia. "Sit in a cramped van with 
a few camera guys or drive back on our own. What do you 
think?"

"I'll drive," Julia smiled as she stepped up to the 
sedan. "Now, wait a minute," the director said, a little 
nervous. A car accident with these two could ruin 
everything. Forget them, the reputation and media 
attention it would bring would have the studio screaming 
for his head. "Maybe I could call you guys a limo."

Sandra spread out her arms. "We're in the middle of the 
damn desert, you have any idea how long that's going to 
take? Let's go." Before the director could say anything, 
the two women had stepped into the car and pulled off. 
The director sighed. "This isn't the dream job I 
wanted."

"You know, there's a line in that 'Notting Hill' movie 
that really hit me," Julia said as she drove down the 
long road towards the hotel. "The one about how you 
worry people will realize you're all looks, no talent?"

"Yeah, that's it," Julia said. "I can't tell you how 
much that hit me when I read that in the script. It just 
described me to a tee."

"Not just you," Sandra said. "It hit me too. Makes you 
realize how short a shelf life we really have in this 
town."

"You know, we're not going to win Oscars, not as far as 
I can see. It doesn't matter what performances we give, 
it's politics. You're always going to be the girl-next-
door, I'm the unattainable beauty. Let's face it, the 
award game is not for us." 

"You were nominated."

"Only because 'Pretty Woman' was such a hit. They had to 
do something for it. Since then, nada."

"So, make some bucks and maybe a few good movies."

"That's the plan, I guess. I can live with that."

"So can I."

The drive back was quieter, Julia's mind on something 
besides the road. Since last night, she had been having 
some interesting thoughts about Sandra that had driven 
her to an unusual action. She slowly reached to the 
chain around her neck and pulled out a large diamond 
pendant.

"Hey, nice," Sandra said. "Where'd you get that?" "Great 
jewelry shop in Beverly Hills," Julia answered. "Nice 
guy named Matt showed it to me. Couldn't resist it." 

"I can tell," Sandra said. "It's beautiful." 

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" Julia said. She held it out a 
bit, trying to keep her eyes on the road as she let the 
gem swing in the air, catching the afternoon sun 
perfectly, sending sparkles of light into Sandra's face. 

"Don't you like the way it catches the light as it 
swings, moving side to side, side to side, the light 
catching it, sending it into your eyes as you follow it, 
side to side, your eyes moving side to side, you follow 
the pendant, you watch it move, side to side, side to 
side. It's so relaxing to watch, so relaxing to watch 
the pendant move, side to side, side to side, it's so 
relaxing to watch, Julia, so relaxing to watch it swing, 
side to side, side to side. The wonderful glow filling 
your vision as you watch it swing, side to side, side to 
side." 

Julia spared a quick glance at Sandra and could see the 
actress was looking at the gem in fascination, her face 
slackening as she watched the gem swing from side to 
side, the lights playing across her relaxed face. Julia 
couldn't believe this was working so well. She didn't 
know how she knew how to do this, it was if she had seen 
it before, but she couldn't remember it well. 

However it went, she knew that the swinging pendant, 
combined with the motion of the car, was taking Sandra 
into a deep trance that Julia intended to take advantage 
of. 

"You're beginning to feel sleepy, Sandra, very sleepy. 
Watching the pendant swing, side to side, side to side, 
it's making you feel very sleepy, very, very sleepy, you 
feel so sleepy and your eyes so heavy, you want to close 
your eyes, close your heavy eyes and sleep, sleep, 
sleep, Sandra, sleep."

Julia slowed the car down and pulled it to the side of 
the large, empty road and turned to where Sandra sat 
back, eyes shut, her mind entranced. Julia put the 
pendant down and looked at Sandra, appraising her 
beautiful co-star. 

"Listen to me, Sandra, listen to my voice. It relaxes 
you to listen to my voice, to hear my voice, it lets you 
drift deeper and deeper into this sleep, this wonderful 
sleep. You're deeply asleep, Sandra, deeply asleep and 
nothing I do will change that, nothing I do to you will 
rouse you from this sleep. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Sandra whispered. Julia moved forward and slowly 
began to unzip Sandra's pants.

She stopped as Sandra stiffened, then relaxed and let 
Julia move her hand into the brunette's panties. Sandra 
let her fingers slide into the lower lips and worked 
them in. She watched as Sandra shifted slightly, her 
hand moving down to join Julia's. The two were soon 
working at Sandra's pussy together, letting their 
fingers slide in and out of Sandra's lips, the juices 
flowing.

Sandra withered on the seat as she felt the fingers work 
at her, her body, still in turmoil over the night 
before, her arousal on high from the trance and the 
feeling of Julia's hand on her incredible.

She buckled on the seat as she came, her juices falling 
on Julia's hand. 

Julia pulled her hand out and licked at the juices at 
her hand, not believing the taste. She swiftly pulled 
out a handkerchief and wiped off Sandra's face and as 
much as she could with her lap. 

"Sandra, listen to me. When I snap my fingers, you'll 
wake up. You will not remember being asleep or anything 
that has happened. If you ever hear my voice say the 
words 'sweet sedan,' you'll fall back into this trance 
and listen to anything I say. Remember that but nothing 
else." 

Julia quickly started the car back up and moved back 
onto the highway. She waited a few moments before 
snapping her fingers and awakening Sandra. "Sorry, did 
you say something?" Sandra said, shaking her head.

"It's okay," Julia smiled. "Nothing important for the 
moment." 

The importance would come later.

Sandra lit the candles and sat back. She couldn't 
believe she was going to do this again.

She felt a little guilty, taking advantage of Julia like 
this, but she couldn't help it. This wassomething she 
needed to see through, guilt or not. She sat back on the 
floor, took the candles and again began the chant. She 
sighed as she felt the familiar connection take hold and 
her mind fill Julia's. *Julia, can you hear me?*

"Yes..."

*Good, good. I want you to unlock your door and wait for 
me.* With that, Sandra stood and quickly left her room, 
racing down the hallway to where Julia's suite was. She 
opened the door and saw Julia standing there. Sandra's 
breath caught in her throat as she saw Julia dressed 
only in a white robe that was wide open, giving Sandra a 
view of her gorgeous body. Her long red hair flowed 
down, partially obscuring her breasts, her red snatch on 
display in between those gorgeous legs. "Julia," Sandra 
said. "You want me to make love to you, don't you, 
Julia, you want me to make love to you very much, don't 
you?" "Yes," Julia whispered.

"Then, let's go." Sandra moved forward and kissed Julia 
on the lips. It was electric, the kiss even better than 
the one on the set, Julia's spellbound mind reacting to 
Sandra's touch immediately and answering it in full. 
They embraced, Julia's breasts pushing against Sandra's 
light shirt as they fell back on the bed. Sandra 
couldn't wait anymore, she had to taste Julia's pussy.

She moved down and buried her face in between Sandra's 
legs, her tongue quickly going to work, lapping at 
Julia's pussy with fury, urging Julia on. Julia wrapped 
her legs around Sandra's head, holding her in tight so 
she could lick at her. Since the spell turned on Julia's 
arousal as well as bound her to Sandra's will, it was no 
surprise that she was soon coming, the juices bursting 
onto Sandra's face, her tongue licking it all away as 
fast as she could. Sandra swiftly undressed and crawled 
onto Julia.

Taking a moment to kiss her tight breasts before moving 
up onto Julia, settling her crotch onto the redhead's 
face. Julia reached up and slowly let her tongue drag 
along the dark-haired lips before moving in. Her hands 
crept up to Sandra's pert breasts, pinching the nipples 
as she licked at Sandra's pussy. 

Her tongue work was furious, the spell driving her to 
give as much pleasure as she could to her mistress, her 
tongue lapping away at the pussy above her, driving to 
lick as hard as she could Sandra sat back as she 
orgasmed, her body shaking as she came onto Julia's 
gorgeous face. 

AS she moved forward, Sandra's guilt was buried by 
satisfaction. But buried things tend to come back to 
light sooner or later.

For the tenth time, Julia, picked up the phone, then set 
it down. She sat on her bed, poking at her half-eaten 
breakfast, trying to talk herself out of this. She knew 
it wouldn't be right, but the temptation was too much. 
She sighed and picked up the phone, swiftly dialing a 
room number.

After a few rings, Julia heard Sandra's voice sleepily 
ask, "Hello?"

"Sweet sedan," Julia said before she could back out. She 
heard a soft sigh, then a long pause. "Can you hear me, 
Sandra?" 

"Yes," the reply came. 

"Sandra, listen to me carefully. Remain this way, deeply 
asleep, but stand up and unlock your door." Julia hung 
up the phone and made it to Sandra's room in record 
time. Opening the door, she saw Sandra standing there, 
eyes closed and swaying in place. She wore only a t-
shirt and a pair of panties and Julia couldn't wait, she 
moved forward and kissed her full on the lips.

They embraced and felt each other's hands move over each 
other before Julia broke away.

"Sandra, I think you need a shower. You want to take a 
shower, don't you?"

"Yes...shower..."

"And you want me to shower with you, Sandra, you want me 
to be in the shower with you. Would you like that?"

"Yes..."

In minutes, the two were stepping into the large shower, 
the water plastering their long hair against their 
bodies as they once again kissed. Julia broke it off and 
turned Sandra around.

She took a bar of soap and reached around, rubbing the 
bar over Sandra's breasts, the suds flowing over the 
curves. Julia slid the bar around and onto Sandra's ass, 
working the soap in, letting it flow around the curves, 
squeezing the cheeks as she moved the soap around. She 
let her fingers slide into the asshole, eliciting a sigh 
from Sandra. Julia kept at it, letting her fingers slide 
into Sandra's pussy from behind, the feeling of her ass 
leading to her vagina turning Julia on. 

Julia continued to work on Sandra from behind, the 
brunette soon shaking as she began to come, her juices 
sliding past Julia's fingers and washed into the drain. 
Julia took Sandra and pulled her into a kiss. She turned 
Sandra around and pushed her down to her knees, pulling 
her to her pussy. Sandra immediately went at it, licking 
at the red snatch, her hands snaking around to grip 
Julia's ass for leverage. 

Julia held Sandra's head in, the water cascading down 
upon both of them as Sandra went at it, licking at 
Julia's pussy with wild abandon. As she felt herself 
begin to come, Julia leaned back and sighed, her orgasm 
spoiled only by the twinge of guilt over enslaving her 
co-star. A twinge that just wouldn't go away.

"Cut, cut!" The director sighed as he marched to where 
Julia and Sandra stood near the hotel pool. "Ladies, 
what's wrong, this is the fourth take. It's not that 
hard a scene, you know?"

Why is it taking this long?" He sighed at the two. 
"Look, I'm no shrink, but I know something's bothering 
the two of you. You need to get over it before it hurts 
filming You don't want to tell me, fine, but tell 
someone. Believe me, it's not going to get any better if 
you bottle it up." He walked off, leaving the two 
actresses to look at each other, both mulling over their 
thoughts.

A knock on Julia's door heralded the entrance of Sandra, 
who stepped inside, holding a large book in her hands. 
"Hey," she said. "Hey," Julia answered. The two stepped 
inside and paused. "I've got something to say," Julia 
said. 

"So do I," Sandra replied, opening up the book. She read 
out loud a passage in a strange language and Julia 
suddenly felt a wave of dizziness come over her, 
followed by a flash of memories of her encounters with 
Sandra. Julia sat down hard, her face moving forward to 
be covered by her hands. 

"I'm sorry," Sandra whispered, looking down at Julia, 
who was beginning to shake. "I'm so, so sorry. I can't 
possibly apologize enough, I know this is going to hurt 
the film, I'm sorry about this, I just wasn't crying but 
laughing. She looked up, her famous smile on display as 
she laughed loud. "Okay, I'm missing something here," 
Sandra said, frowning. 

"Let me clarify things," Julia said. "Sweet sedan." 

Sandra's eyes shut and her head slumped forward as she 
fell back into a trance. 

"Sandra, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up and 
remember everything that has happened to you any time 
you've been in a trance." At Julia's snap, Sandra's eyes 
opened and she reacted to her new memories. 

She looked at Julia, a smile crossing her face. "You..." 
She snorted, then laughed, Julia joining in as the two 
began to laugh long and loud, both not believing what 
had been happening the last few days.

"Oh god," Julia said, wiping away her tears. "If only O 
Henry was around to do this justice." 

Sandra sat on the bed and looked at her co-star. "So, 
now what?" 

Julia looked up at her. "It's pretty damn obvious we 
both wanted this, so I don't see any hard feelings."

"None here. But what now?"

Julia smiled. "Maybe we should do what we should have 
done in the first place." She moved forward and kissed 
Sandra lightly on the lips. Sandra responded quietly, 
taking things a bit more slowly this time around. Julia 
was willing to go with it and the two began to slowly 
undress.

Their clothing a pile on the floor, the two actresses 
lay on the bed, Julia on bottom, her long hair creating 
a red halo. Sandra lay on top of her, kissing her on the 
lips, several kisses covering her lips and throat as the 
two pressed against one another, their breasts pushed 
together as they ran their hands on each other. Their 
pussies almost sparked every time they rubbed against 
one another, their juices beginning to flow.

Without warning, Sandra spun herself around and put the 
two into a 69 position. She lowered her face into 
Julia's waiting pussy and let her tongue drag inside it. 
Julia gripped Sandra's ass, then let her tongue shoot 
upward into Sandra's twat. The two were soon licking at 
one another, their hands running over the sensitive 
areas near their womanhood. Julia's hands kneaded 
Sandra's cheeks, pushing them against one another as 
Sandra's hands ran up and down Julia's thighs, their 
tongues working through hair and lips to hit the spots 
both wanted. Their cries as they orgasmed together were 
muffled but still quite loud. Not quite as loud as the 
cries that soon followed that night.

The ringing of the telephone roused Julia from her 
sleep. She moved over the bed, reaching over the 
sleeping Sandra. "Hello?" she asked into the phone. 
"Excuse me? When? This is confirmed? Oh, yeah, yeah, 
thanks for telling me. I can't wait." She hung up the 
phone and leaned down to Sandra, kissing her gently 
until she woke up. "What's up?" Sandra said, looking at 
her new lover.

"You're not going to believe this," Julia said. "The 
studio called. They just hired an actress for the role 
of the new bride."

"Really?" Sandra asked. "Who?"

"Cameron Diaz."

Sandra stared at her. "You're kidding me."

"Nope." 

Sandra grinned. "Oh, this is good. This is very, very 
good."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Oh, yeah," Sandra said. "This is going to be fun." 
"Then let's get a head start," Julia said, leaning down 
and pulling Sandra onto her as the two prepared for the 
arrival of a new friend for their little group. 

One that they hoped to expand soon.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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