Fear, Lust, and Vanity

Scarlett felt herself spasming again as Keira stuck a finger into her ass, rubbing her buttocks and then pulling her groin down, licking across her cunt lips and then her crack. New waves of rapture rose inside her. She took a while to get going, but once she did, she could come again and again. And she had to- the need, once denied, was now overpowering. Keira could and needed to come again and again too, Scarlett realized, caressing the other girl's legs like a madwoman as she licked at her gushing cunt. Keira urged her on with moans and whispers of passion, licking up all the juices that flooded out of her. Scarlett returned the favor, keeping her hands busy on the other actress's body.

Gosh, she must work out every freaking day, Scarlett thought as she felt the muscles beneath her fingers. Keira would need to, she realized, all the action movies she's in. She's done far more fight scenes than me, far more intense films than any script I've ever seen. And it shows in her body. In her hands too- they're so knowing against my skin. All the pain she's caused to pirates and barbarians, not to mention all the pleasure to her male costars. I can feel it all in her hands. Detailed files on human anatomy.

Keira's mouth knew its business too, its teeth nipping at Scarlett's ass and pussy as its tongue lashed and licked at her sphincter, then her vulva, then her clit, then her inner thighs. And back again and again. Moans and whispered promises from Keira kept up Scarlett's passion, the hot breath behind them building new levels. "It's been too long!" Scarlett screamed as she felt herself shaking. "Too... God... Damn... Fucking... Long!!!!!"

"Since what?" Keira paused and looked up at her.

"Never mind!!" Scarlett shot back. "Just fuck me!!!!" Her hands moved back and forth over Keira's body, squeezing every line, every curve, every place she felt tension. Keira gasped, her body shaking with lust and need. Her hands quickly resumed their rubbing of Scarlett's back, then moved around to her belly and the undersides of her breasts, palms rubbing Scarlett's skin as thumbs pressed and flicked at her nipples. Scarlett pushed her lips back into Keira's snatch, seeking to devour every drop that was spasming out of the British beauty. Keira was shaking in time with her, their hips moving faster and faster as their hands flew over each other's skin. "Lick me!" Scarlett commanded, then screamed as she felt Keira's tongue immediately enter her again. "Yes!!!" she moaned, tonguing the other girl in time with Keira's frenzied licks. "Yes!" She felt them both shaking and gyrating all over.

Another long gasping orgasm from each of them, and then the wave was gone, both of them too sensitive to continue. Scarlett turned around on top of Keira again, cuddling close to the other woman and nuzzling her neck. Keira merely gasped and smiled at her. "So good," she moaned. "Spastic tigress. So good. Unbelievable..." The rest was lost in another moan. Several long moments later she leaned down and kissed the other girl's forehead, chuckling her deep throaty laugh.

Scarlett felt her insides shaking anew at the touch. Her arousal was back, her passion rising again. Her need was so much, and it had to be satisfied. Her fingers moved to Keira's breasts, rubbing and teasing the still hard nipples. She leaned down and sucked on one, then the other, enjoying the moans Keira let off at each taste. Keira moved her hands down Scarlett's body, one on her front and one on her backside, fingers teasing each sensitive point. "Yes," Scarlett breathed into her as their lips met, teeth and tongues nipping and clashing. She felt her heart hammering hard, and gasped anew as she heard another loud beat matching it. Keira's heart? No, it was...

A louder knock on the door stopped their hands and shattered the moment. "Ms. Knightley?" a Bronx-accented female voice called. "Ms. Johansson? Mr. Ford wants to do some more photos. Are you in there?"

Scarlett gaped at Keira, blushing furiously. Keira smiled back and kissed her. "It will be alright," she whispered. "We know each other intimately now."

***

An hour or so later, Scarlett was finally dressed and on her way out of the studio. Tom and Annie had wanted to shoot them again and again in several additional positions, none with Tom alongside this time. Then Tom had wanted to record a 4 minute video of her and Keira talking to the staff, having their makeup touched up, hugging, and laughing about the photos as they reviewed them. Something exclusive for the magazine's website, he'd said. Whatever, Scarlett thought. It had been so tedious. At least it had gotten her mind off the original shoot and what she and Keira had done afterwards- something she had finally been able to push out of her mind now that the urges were sated. It seemed to have gotten Tom's mind off the original shoot too- he'd been smiling and laughing as much as she and Keira had. He'd even hugged them both at the end and kissed their cheeks, saying they were magnificent. We were, weren't we? Scarlett thought. Too bad Rachel had to miss out on the fun.

She shook her head as she remembered how the shots had turned out. Tom had played with the pictures on Photoshop a little, eventually declaring that one of the two of them back to back facing opposite directions with their hands hiding their breasts was perfect. Then after Annie reminded him why a photo of just the two actresses wouldn't work he'd sighed and created a final photo that was very like the original, showing the best of all three of them. A strange sad look had been on his face as he sent it to his superiors and bid Keira and Scarlett goodbye. What is wrong with that man? Scarlett wondered. The feelings we all had during the shoot were perfectly natural. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing worth getting in a twist over. At least, she smiled to herself, Keira convinced me of that after the first shoot.

Gosh, I was so nervous before it all happened, she thought to herself. So tense, so on edge. And then in the dressing room afterwards, so hot, so excited, so.... my, I felt so good.

But now she was out. She was finished with the shoot, finally. She had her white T-shirt, black jeans, and black coat back on and she was heading back to her hotel room at the Plaza. There she had scripts to read, phone calls to make, things to do. Josh was out of town, but she could call him, tell him about the shoot. He'd loved the idea since she mentioned it to him. Surely he'd enjoy hearing about it, though maybe Scarlett wouldn't immediately mention the aftermath. She smiled and shook her head at the memory.

"Geez!" a voice cut into her thoughts. "The pictures came out that good, huh?" Feeling her heart leap all of a sudden, Scarlett spun and glared at the speaker, a gangly brownhaired man in a white suit. "Fletcher Reid," he said nonchalantly, extending her a business card. "I heard what they were doing with you and Keira Knightley. I've worked for Tom a long time and this latest thing he's done... It's going to be great! Do you need a good lawyer?"

Scarlett looked at the card, then at the pleading look in the man's eye. What the... Honestly! Pushing the anger rising inside her down, reminding herself altercations were never worth it, she turned on her heel and kept walking, ignoring the mournful call from behind. "Was it something I said?"

Thoughts of the man raged through her as she got on the studio elevator and rode it down. Why? Scarlett wondered. Why did so many men want to know all about her and her love life? John Travolta, Tom Cruise, Woody Allen, so many jerks. Sometimes she thought Josh and Jared were the only decent men she'd ever met in Hollywood, the only ones who treated her unselfishly. She'd grown apart from one, and the other was apart from her so much. Every other man was a jerk of one kind or another. Why? she shook her head as she stepped through the opening elevator doors. Why do they all have to be like that? What is wrong with me?

"Scarlett!" a British-accented voice called from behind her as she headed through the studio lobby, instantly blowing all her thoughts away.

"Keira," she smiled, turning to face her new friend and lover, who was smiling at her from a corner neat the elevator. The British actress had tied her hair back and dressed in a black cashmere blouse and stonewashed jeans. Scarlett caught herself at the sight, remembering she had needed to use the restroom after the shoot was done and Keira had not been in the dressing room afterwards. Scarlett had missed her, but gotten dressed and headed out, deciding the moment was over and done with. But now Keira was here, and she looked to have been waiting for Scarlett a while. Scarlett felt emotions rising inside her and pushed them down. This was not the place for them. She returned Keira's smile and gasped out a word. "Hi."

"Hi," Keira replied, chuckling throatily. Scarlett felt her insides shaking. "You weren't just going to run out without saying goodbye to me, were you? After all we went through?"

"Well," Scarlett shrugged, remembering Keira hadn't approached her much during the photos after the events in their dressing room. "You were talking to Tom."

"Yes, Tom," Keira rolled her eyes. "That impossible pitiful excuse for a man. He was trying to act like him biting my ear during the shoot never happened. I told him to get over himself, that he did a fine job."

"What did he say?" Scarlett asked.

"He said the job was all us," Keira chuckled. "It was, wasn't it?" The expression in her eyes bored deep into Scarlett's mind.

"Yeah, it was great," Scarlett said, closing her eyes and looking down for a moment. "Maybe we'll do it again sometime."

"Indeed," Keira smiled, starting to walk out of the studio. Scarlett followed- she was going the same way. Such a lovely back to follow too, she thought as she looked at Keira. So curvy and warm. So... stop, she ordered her inner voice. It's over. Then Keira surprised her once again.

"So," Keira stopped and turned back to her as they entered the parking lot, "what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Well," Scarlett replied with a grin, caught in the act of staring. Her hand touched her mouth for a moment, then she forced it down. "I was going to go back to my hotel and call Josh, look over a few scripts, nothing too impor..." She stopped, suddenly noticing something over Keira's shoulder. "Is that Rachel?"

Keira turned and looked. It was indeed Rachel McAdams, still in the studio parking lot even though she'd left the shoot over two hours ago. There the tall Canadian girl was, dressed in the purple felt coat and long white dress she'd arrived in, standing in the middle of the parking lot waving her hands and talking rapidly at one of the guards- a young man Scarlett had seen wandering around among the cars when she walked in, who she'd thought was unremarkable. Rachel seemed very upset with him for some reason, rage Scarlett remembered last seeing in Mean Girls when Rachel discovered Lindsay Lohan's betrayal flashing in her eyes. "Do you think she's still upset about the shoot?" Scarlett asked Keira.

For a moment surprise mirroring Scarlett's own flashed across the British actress's features. Then that indechipherable expression she'd worn upon viewing Scarlett's naked body was on her face again. Smiling, Keira started walking towards their fellow actress. Scarlett followed, wondering what was going on. "Rachel!" Keira called out as they neared the Canadian.

"Hello!"

Rachel spun to face them, her anger instantly vanishing, replaced with surprise. Wow, she's so beautiful, Scarlett found herself thinking. Expressions as interchangeable as her hair colors, and every one of them so... so... "Are you alright?" she asked Rachel, again pushing such thoughts away.

"Oh hi," Rachel said, choking back a nervous gasp. "It's nothing." She sighed heavily. "I just can't find my car."

"Ma'am, I'm really sorry," said the young security guard, whose nametag read Blake. "I can't remember whose car belongs to whom, and well..."

"Don't you have a driver?" Keira asked Rachel.

"No," Rachel sighed. "I like driving myself. I always feel better when I'm in control of my Corvette."

"A Corvette?" Blake asked her. "Not the purple one with the sky blue interior?"

"Yes!" Rachel gasped in relief, turning back to him. "I've been looking for it for hours! You know where it is?"

"Um..." Blake gulped, then turned away. "This big white guy in a dark leather jacket drove off in it about two and a half hours ago. I couldn't really describe him. I didn't see who got out of the car when it pulled in, so I, uh, kinda assumed it was his."

"You what?" Rachel railed on him, clenching her fists. "You just let my car be stolen?!!"

"Ma'am, I'm s-sorry," Blake stammered in reply. "If I had known it was your car..."

"Get out of here, you little twerp," Keira snapped at him. "Before you lose your job." Blake nodded and ran off, not looking at them. Keira turned to Rachel. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine," Rachel sighed. "I probably shouldn't be driving such a fancy car anyway. Not in a city like New York."

"It is dangerous," Keira agreed. "Almost as bad as London."

Rachel nodded. "Guess I better go call a taxi."

"It's okay," Keira said. "You can ride with Scarlett and me." She looked at Scarlett and winked. Scarlett, who had remained speechless throughout most of the conversation, let her mouth fall open for an instant, then quickly smiled and nodded before Rachel could notice. What was on Keira's mind? Scarlett wondered. She can't be thinking... oh, yes she can. Scarlett once again pushed away a look of disbelief.

"Scarlett," Keira caught her attention with a smile. "Were we going to take your car or mine?"

"Um," Scarlett bit her lip, still shocked at Keira's sudden proposal. "Yours, I guess," she declared quickly, taking her cell phone out of its case at her belt and punching in a number. "Yours." Just go with the flow, Scarlett told herself as the phone rang. Keira's obviously got something up her sleeve. I'm so curious what it is. Can it be what I think? "Hello, Michael?" she said as her driver came on. "Yes, I'm finished, but I won't be needing the car anymore today. I was going to catch a ride back to the Plaza with Keira. You can go on. Take the rest of the day off. Thank you."

"You guys don't mind dropping me at the Astoria?" Rachel asked as Scarlett hung up. "It's close to the Plaza. I can relax once I get there, I guess, call my manager and tell her I couldn't do the shoot."

"I'm staying at the Astoria too," Keira smiled, looking at Scarlett and winking again. Scarlett could only stare back, knowing she and Keira were thinking the same thoughts. "One of the suites on the second-from-top floor. I didn't know you were in there."

"I just got a normal room," Rachel grinned sheepishly. "Low profile, you know. Dodge the fans and all that." She looked at Scarlett. "Can I borrow your phone? Mine was in my car."

"Of course," Scarlett replied, passing it over. She pulled Keira aside as Rachel dialed a number and turned away from them. "Keira," she whispered as Rachel started talking. "You can't possibly be considering..."

"Why not?" Keira interrupted with a low chuckle. "You weren't the only one who turned me on during the shoot. And she had to leave and miss out on all the fun. That just won't do." She shook her head. "Relax, Scarlett, I have experience with this. It's going to be fine. Didn't you enjoy what we did earlier?"

"I... I did," Scarlett grinned, remembering she had decided to go with the flow. Besides, if they could make things work out... her insides were brimming with excitement and curiousity.

"Yes, ma'am," Rachel was saying into Scarlett's phone, "I am the same Rachel McAdams who was in The Hot Chick. Oh, you're not a ma'am? I'm sorry. Look, I have a problem. My car was just stolen from the parking lot of Vanity Fair Studios." She gave the address. "It's a purple 2003 Corvette, sky blue interior, Ontario tags. A witness told me he saw a big white guy in a dark leather jacket driving off in it. No, sir, I don't know the guy. The witness was a lot security guard, some kid named Blake. Yes, he just let my car leave. He didn't know it was mine. Look, I have OnStar GPS in there, and my phone's in the car- it has GPS too. Just get me my car back, okay?" She gave her license number and the number of her room at the Waldorf Astoria, then hung up. "Thank you," she told Scarlett, handing the phone back.

"No problem," Scarlett took the phone and put it away with a smile. "Keira and I were going to go back to her room and look over a script," she told Rachel, hoping Keira would pick up on the improvisation. "She said she thought she knew a part I'd be great at."

"Yes," Keira jumped in grinning. "It's a voice acting role in an animated movie called Dork Tower. I thought Scarlett would like it because she was in Spongebob. I think she'd be great as this prim young conservative named Kayleigh. I'm going to play an English girl named Fizz."

"Dork Tower?!" Rachel exclaimed, a smile lighting her cherubic features. "I love that comic! I didn't know they were making a movie of it! Are they still in casting? You've got to let me look at that script. I could play Claire, or Bill's wife."

"Or even Gilly!" Scarlett chimed in, remembering the comic and silently praising Keira for her quick thinking. Apparently they were both fans, and Rachel too. Were all beautiful women closet geeks? No, she told herself, that's impossible. It has to just be the three of us. She smiled at Rachel. "You'd make a great perky Goth!"

"You think so?" Rachel asked, blushing.

"Definitely," Keira replied, smiling back. "You have to look over the script with me. Gilly and I have several scenes together- we're supposed to be flatmates- and I haven't read with anyone for her part yet. John- that's John Kovalic, the strip's creator- hasn't really told me who he's been offering Gilly's part to. I know I'm going to need someone I have good chemistry with."

"I, well..." Rachel stammered for a moment, then shrugged. "I guess I can try."

"Great!" Keira grinned. "Let me call my driver." She took her cell phone out of her pocket, punched a couple buttons, and put it to her ear. "David? I'm in the middle of the parking lot with two friends. Can you come get us? Thank you."

"Tell me more about the script," Rachel implored Scarlett, her eyes full of interest. "Who's going to play Carson?"

"Um," Scarlett bit her lip, thinking for a moment. She had a few issues of Dork Tower at home- Rachel was right, it was very funny- but it had been a while since she'd read them. "I don't know. Keira did tell me Orlando Jones was going to play Ken the rules lawyer, Will Ferrell was going to be a troll, and that she thought John Kovalic was in talks with Owen Wilson about the role of Igor..."

"Owen!" Rachel cut in, surprise and anger once more clouding her face. "I've worked with that guy! He didn't tell me anything about this. Oh, he is so going to get it!"

"Well, the script's still being discussed and edited," Scarlett speedily improvised. "Keira told me the producers want to see a lot of stars in there, and, well..." She shrugged.

"How typical," Rachel fumed, rolling her wide blue eyes. "When will producers ever learn? So many good movie ideas they scrap because of star power!"

"And yet would any of us be here without it?" Keira asked her with a laugh. "Here's David!" She raised her arm and flagged an approaching vehicle down.

Scarlett and Rachel both turned to look as a black 2006 Toyota Rav4 pulled up beside the three of them. A short dapper Asian man in a black suit got out of the driver's seat and bowed to them deeply, opening the back door. "Ms. Knightley," he said. "And Ms... Excuse me, are you that girl from Lost in Translation?"