The Gift
By Rinky Dink
Gregg777us@yahoo.com (FF, con, MC)
A true heart-warming erotic Holiday lesbian tale (or is it tail?) I did for Echso. Christmas was not going to be a joyous time of year for Monica Johnson. With the economic downturn, even the porn industry had suffered. Porno queen Jenna Jameson had just laid off Monica as her personal assistant because she could no longer afford her just 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 after her high school graduation that she was gay.
Her girlfriend Sherry had been the prom queen at the Christian school they attended while Monica, a trim blonde whose penchant for wearing revealing crop tops probably cost her the crown, had been in the court. Sherry then had developed a drug problem after graduation and drifted into the pornography industry.
Monica had enough of her religious training still in her to avoid the drugs and acting in porn but through Sherry she had met the beautiful and personable Jameson and, despite breaking up with Sherry shortly thereafter, got the job, which was endlessly fascinating 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 her time. Women wept when unable to make love to Jameson anymore and Monica had called the police several 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.
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 in show business.
To get her mind off of her troubles, Monica had signed up at her local church 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 wondered if 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 the final part of its "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, "The Return of the King", which opened right before Christmas.
The most famous 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 micro-mini skirt and a blouse that showed plenty of cleavage of her C cup (thanks to the operation Jenna had paid for) sized breasts. Forlornly, she hoped her looks would cause Loan not to too 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.
"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've ever had?"
"It was no different than say, being 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 it will go towards my rent. I don't have anyone to give presents to. I'm not close to my family and because they got into drugs I broke up with my girlfriend…I mean boy…you can think 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, a statuesque brunette about 45 who had appeared in a number of beach bikini movies in her youth before getting into the corporate world, 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 in no committed relationship at the moment"
"Yes."
"I've heard about Jenna Jameson's prowess as a lover. Did she teach you any of her techniques?"
"Yes."
"Do you find me attractive? Would you like to make love to me?"
"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 have 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 Prom Princess. 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 the women 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."
Cherie was the first women Monica had sex with since she broke up with Sherry. She 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.
Monica was young but street smart, if she could do this to any women she was after bigger game.
"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 this movie as well as its two sequels. She was proud of the 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.
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 lips this side of Julia Roberts.
Her publicity assistant for the L.A. leg of her tour had been a godsend. Monica had a bubbly personality that kept Liv's spirits up and was extremely efficient. She couldn't believe it when she told her she was only 20 and was further surprised to learn a stunning looking girl like her had no boyfriend.
It was Christmas Eve and Monica had volunteered to have dinner in Liv's room so she wouldn't be alone. Liv had expected the usual turkey with trimmings but for some reason that dope 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 all the 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. As far as I'm concerned, we're just two friends enjoying dinner. And I hope we are good friends."
Monica was not sure if that was a signal or not. 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 upbringing as Monica, was more than happy to keep downing the liquor, it wasn't like she had to drive or anything, throughout the meal and even afterward.
After a while Monica could see Liv had a nice buzz on and figured the lobster, a famous aphrodisiac, had time to work 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 so she was up in time for her flight the next morning, and maybe they'd get together next time Tyler was in town.
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Monica spooned out the 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 spell. Monica was not about to spend all her time making love to women twice her age 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.
Monica had her head down as she walked quickly out of the shelter. 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 as 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 taking you away from helping the homeless. I'm never leaving you again."
"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 he 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.
Her other thought: "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all"
