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A Lesbian Christmas Tale: The Gift

By Rinky Dink

Author's Notes: (FF, con, MC)

The sound of children scuttering too and fro certainly livened up Christmas at her house Martina Navratilova decided, she was glad she invited Rosie O'Donnell and Melissa Etheridge and all their kids to share Christmas dinner with her.

"If you want a Christmas story about lesbians," she said. "You shall have one. Here is how it begins........"

Christmas was not going to be a joyous time of year this time for young, attractive Monica Malden.

With the economic downturn, even the porn industry had suffered. Porno queen Jenna Jameson had just laid off Monica as her personal assistant and it was two weeks before Christmas.

Monica had no family to turn to. Growing up in a strict Baptist home in South Carolina, her family had shunned her since she revealed to them after her high school graduation that she was gay.

Her beautiful girlfriend Sherry had been the prom queen at the Christian school they attended while Monica, a trim blonde, had hope to be class valedictorian but her penchant for wearing revealing crop tops and Daisy Duke shorts probably cost her the honor.

Sherry developed a drug problem after graduation and like many pretty young girls who got hooked drifted into the pornography industry.

Monica was loyal to her lesbian lover but retained enough of her strict religious upbringing to avoid the drugs and porno acting.

But through Sherry she had met Jameson and even though she broke up with the now hopelessly addicted Sherry shortly thereafter, Jameson was impressed with Monica's integrity and intelligence to hire her as her assistant.

"Someone has to be clean and sober at the end of the night and it sure as hell isn't going to be me," said the easy-going Jameson to her.

Monica enjoyed the job; Jameson treated her well and was actually very nice although she was totally obsessed with sex. Monica was endlessly fascinated with the constant parade of men and women Jameson slept with in both real life and on celluloid.

Jenna was famous for being the greatest lesbian lover of all time. Several times Monica had helped Jenna carry unconscious women from her room who had passed out due to sexual overload as they had experienced more orgasms than their body could take.

Women wept when unable to make love to Jameson anymore and Monica had called the police a few times to shoo away women desperate to have sex with Jenna again. As a young (barely 20) and inexperienced lesbian, Monica took note of Jenna's technique. Not exactly the shy type, Monica had been able to watch many of Jameson's liaisons from close up.

Since breaking up with Sherry, Monica had not dated a lot as her job included a lot of travel and Jenna had warned her not to date anyone in the porno industry, but she knew the next time she had sex she would be much better in bed thanks to Jenna.

But the last thing on Monica's mind at the moment was sex.

In her tiny Hollywood apartment, she was trying to figure out how long she could afford to pay the rent and feed herself with no money coming in. A porn star's ex-assistant with no college education was not exactly in high demand.

To get her mind off her troubles, kind-hearted Monica had signed up at her local church to volunteer to help at a soup kitchen on Christmas Day serving dinner to the unfortunate. She had nowhere to go for Christmas so she might as well be helpful.

Secretly, she worried by the following Christmas she might be in the line looking for a hot meal herself.

A slight ray of hope was that New Line Cinema had placed an ad looking for temporary publicity assistants for its new movie "The Lord of the Rings" to open right before Christmas. The big name in the film was hot young actress Liv Tyler.

Monica had called for an interview but as she sat in the office of New Line publicity director Cherie Loan she knew she was totally underqualified for even this simple job.

She wore a red micro-mini skirt and a blue blouse that showed plenty of her C cup (thanks to the operation Jenna had paid for as sort of severance pay) sized breasts. Forlornly, she hoped her looks would cause Loan not to look closely at her paltry resume.

"You really expect me to hire you with your total lack of experience?" said Loan with a note of incredulity in her voice as the job interview started immediately on a bad note.

"Well, I hope so. I'm kind of desperate. I promise Ms. Loan to work really hard. I really need this job."

"How am I suppose to tell my bosses I hired a porno queen's assistant for the biggest movie we have this holiday season?"

"My job was no different than say, what Liv Tyler's assistant does. It's just Jenna Jameson's film work is different."

Loan's eyes got fiery. "How dare you compare a great young Hollywood actress like Liv Tyler to a porno slut!"

"I'm sorry," cried Monica. "It's just that I want this job so bad. I'll be out on the street in a month if I don't get something!"

Loan began to soften as Monica sobbed in front of her, her huge breasts heaving in full view.

"OK, OK. Look. The only position I have left is for a PR person to help Liv Tyler for a couple days when she comes to town next week to do publicity. You can have that job. At least it will give you enough money to buy Christmas presents for your loved ones."

"Thank you, thank you, Ms. Loan," said Monica. "But to be honest, it will go towards my rent.

"I don't have anyone to give presents to. I'm not close to my family and because she got into drugs I broke up with my girlfriend...I mean boy-... whatever," stammered Monica not expecting to reveal her homosexuality on a job interview, although it would turn out to be the smartest mistake she ever made.

Loan was a statuesque brunette about 45 who had appeared in a number of beach bikini movies in her youth before getting into the corporate world. She eyed Monica up and down her nubile figure. In a now much different light.

"So you are a lesbian?"

"Yes," Monica meekly replied.

"And you are not in a committed relationship at the moment"

"No, I'm not."

"I've heard about Jenna Jameson's prowess as a lover. Did she teach you any of her techniques?"

"Some."

"Do you find me attractive? Would you like to make love to me?"

"Huh, why...Yes, Ms. Loan."

"Call me Cherie," said Loan who quickly went to her intercom. "Mrs. Wilson, please hold all calls until further notice. Tell the others waiting all the jobs has been filled. I do not want to be disturbed for any reason."

"Sure thing, honey," said the secretary, who had been through this routine many times before.

"OK, little Miss Porno Assistant, do your stuff," said Loan as he took off her business suit and revealed a very attractive figure for her age.

Two hours later....

"I am your slave. I live to serve you. My will longer exists. I am yours to do whatever. Please, please have sex with me again" said the woman as she held on dearly to the leg of Monica trying to get out of the room.

"Please let go, Cherie. You're a nice lady and thanks a lot for the job but I have to get going. The last bus leaves in 15 minutes. I can't miss it because I can't afford cab fare home."

"Is that all, here" said Cherie as she grabbed her purse and threw all her money in front of Monica, who quickly estimated it to be around $200. "It's all yours. Everything I have is yours, but please let me have sex with you again."

Monica knew studying Jenna Jameson she had improved her lovemaking techniques but apparently she had improved so much she had turned a powerful executive into her personal sex slave. Maybe Christmas would not be so bad after all.

"I will make love to you in the future Slave Cherie, that is your new name around me, but first you must accomplish a task for your Mistress" After Monica gave her instructions, Cherie simply licked Monica's toes in appreciation.

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Liv Tyler was tired but she knew as the biggest name in "The Lord of the Rings" she had a duty to keep up a hectic publicity schedule. She had spent over a year in the outback of Australia filming all three movies of the trilogy. She was truly pleased with her work as the Elf Queen Arwen and wanted as many people to see it as possible, even if it meant missing part of the holidays with her family in New York and a rigorous schedule. Although she was the daughter of rock star Steven Tyler of Aerosmith, she had made it on her own. A former model, she still had the hourglass figure with shoulder-length curly brown hair and an interesting face that featured the biggest pouty lips this side of Julia Roberts.

Her publicity assistant for the L.A. leg of her tour had been a godsend.

Her assistant Monica had a bubbly personality that kept Liv's spirits up and was extremely efficient. She couldn't believe it when she told Liv she was only 20 and was further surprised to learn the stunning looking girl had no boyfriend.

It was Christmas Eve and Liv thought it was so nice that Monica had volunteered to have dinner in Liv's suite with her so she wouldn't be alone. Liv had expected the usual turkey with trimmings but for some reason that idiot Cherie in PR had ordered lobster for the third night in a row.

"If I have any more lobster my hands are going to turn into claws," said Tyler as she opened the tray. "I'm going to kill that Cherie."

"That's OK, I rather like lobster," said Monica, who knew her slave had been simply following the orders of her Mistress.

"I can't thank you enough for keeping me company," said Liv. "I don't know what I would have done. You've been great the entire time I've been here. I'll miss you when I leave for New York in the morning."

"That's OK, Miss Tyler, I've had fun watching all the interviews and stuff you go through"

"Please, call me Liv. After tonight you no longer work for me anyhow. As far as I'm concerned, we're just two friends enjoying a holiday dinner. And I would like to think we are very good friends."

Monica was not sure if that was a signal or not. But she knew she would find out soon enough.

A bottle of wine had accompanied the meal and Monica had made sure Liv had her glass always filled to the brim.

Tyler, not exactly coming from the same strict Christian upbringing as Monica, was more than happy to keep downing the liquor throughout the meal and even afterward. After all she didn't have to drive home or anything.

After a while Monica could see Liv had a nice buzz on and figured the lobster, a famous aphrodisiac, had worked its way into Tyler's bloodstream. It was time to make her move.

"It's great Monica that you will be helping others on Christmas. I'm just going to my dad's mansion with 20 other people for dinner."

'Well," said Monica. "There is a way for you to reward me for my selflessness" With that, Monica moved her hand under the waistband of Liv's skirt and went underneath her panties and began rubbing Tyler's clit between her fingers.

Liv looked at Monica with a shocked _expression. She never realized Monica was into girls. But Monica was about to realize that so was Tyler.

"Please Monica, allow me to remove.... Everything!!" said Liv as she slipped off her panties and skirt and was soon naked. She then grabbed a now naked Monica and flung her into her large bed.

Two hours later....

Liv gave Monica a peck on the cheek and said she had to get to sleep now as she had a flight the next morning, and maybe they'd get together next time Tyler was in town if she had time.

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Christmas Day, Monica spooned out the already watery mashed potatoes at the shelter through a stream of tears.

She was back to being jobless and friendless. Apparently her sexual prowess only worked on older weak-willed women like Cherie.

Liv Tyler was too young and strong-minded to fall under her lesbian sex spell. Monica was too moral to spend her time having meaningless sex with women more than twice her age to get by, so her life was again in ruins with nowhere to turn.

To make matters even worse, if possible, she truly had fallen head over heels in love with Liv. She didn't want Liv to be her slave but her life partner.

But all of that was out the window. Tyler was back in New York eating a sumptuous meal while, with her shift almost over, Monica put together some scraps in a doggie bag to take home for her version of a Christmas dinner.

A depressed Monica had her head down as she walked quickly out the door. Buses did not run often on a holiday and she didn't want to miss the next one.

She didn't notice the Rolls Royce parked incongruously in front of the shelter. "Monica! Hey, Monica! Look back! Monica!!"

Monica slowly turned around and saw Liv Tyler standing next to the Rolls Royce, her arms beckoning Monica toward her.

Monica's eyes instantly filled with tears and she dropped her doggie bag and ran to Liv, leaping right into her outstretched arms. Tyler quickly hustled her into the back of the Rolls and it took off.

"Oh, Liv!, I thought you had left me," cried Monica as she virtually mauled Tyler with her arms wrapping around her and hugging her.

"Are you kidding, you're the greatest fuck I've ever had and you're also the greatest person I've ever fucked," said a smiling Tyler. "I just felt guilty about saying anything last night and taking you away from helping the homeless on Christmas. But I love you Monica."

"I love you too Liv, so never, ever, leave me again," said Monica, her head now on Liv's shoulder in total bliss.

"I got a later flight and you're coming with me. I'll tell my dad you're my new ....personal assistant I've got millions and my dad has tens of millions and you are going to share it all with me."

In just a few minutes her life had turned from pure despair to pure joy. Monica realized two things while she and Liv necked in the back of the car.

Although she had let her go, Jenna Jameson had truly given her a miracle Gift that she was blessed to have received and had changed her life for the good forever.

Her other thought: "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all"

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