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Counseling	By : AchtungNight Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
Los Angeles, California. November 30, 2008.
"How's it going, Nadine?" Baxter Page asked. The Goth hippie walked up to the frumpy reporter dressed like MTV character Daria when she disengaged herself from a group of costumed celebrities. They were near the bar in the main gathering room of Marilyn Manson's home and hundreds of party guests were moving around.
"It's going okay," Nadine replied. "I was just watching Brangelina say hello to Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer."
"Did anything happen?"
"No. They just exchanged greetings and then walked away from each other. They all seemed calm. I guess they're not going to come to blows tonight."
"Too bad. I've been asking random people about drugs at this party. Everyone keeps telling me there aren't any. I stopped my inquiries about fifteen minutes ago when a security guy looked at me suspicious. I think they're telling the truth."
"Were you expecting to find drugs?"
"Not really. We've been trying to prove Manson uses them for a long time, though, so it was worth a shot. I also heard a preliminary total for the funds Manson's collected here — around seventy million dollars."
"Impressive."
"Yes. It will take more to overturn Proposition 8 like Manson hopes, however. Have you seen Gary?"
"Not since he went to the restroom. Wait, there he is!"
Baxter turned as Nadine pointed out the approaching blond weasel-faced werewolf. "Here you are, guys," Gary said. "I got what we came for. Come on, I have a feeling we need to leave now."
"What are you talking about, Gary?" Baxter asked with a frown.
Gary grinned as he answered. "Okay, get this! I just got video and audio of Evan Rachel Wood taking Jodie Foster upstairs and eating her pussy. Jodie returned the favor. We finally have proof Jodie's a lesbian. Not only that, Evan Rachel Wood has wood for other girls!"
Nadine raised her eyebrows. "Gary, is what you got something we can legally put on television?"
"Not completely, no, but that's not a big deal." Gary was talking and gesturing rapidly. "Ted can edit it. He'll really like it. Come on, let's get out of this mansion and take it back to him."
Baxter looked around them, saw no one listening and then held out his hand. "You should give me your flash drive just in case."
"Here," Gary said. He passed Baxter a small gray box from inside his costume shirt's half-open zipper. "Don't lose that. Did you guys get anything good?"
"Well," Nadine began, "I..." She paused, staring at a figure behind Gary.
"What?" Gary asked and then turned around. He gaped, speechless as Mickey Rourke grabbed him by the costume chest hair and lifted him up off his feet.
"I know you, you little bastard," growled the "Sin City" actor Gary had recently maligned. "You're the tabloid reporter who published false rumors about my friend Evan and me. You're not getting out of here alive."
"Those rumors weren't my fault!" Gary stammered. Rourke was staggering and sweating, he noticed, possibly intoxicated with too much liquor. He was also glaring at Gary and everyone else around them was staying back. "The public has a right to judge who celebrities date!" Gary continued his protests. "I had a source! It was Dane..."
"Gary, shut up!" Baxter interrupted. He tapped the mirrored button on his vest and made a Friendship society gesture. "Mickey, please put him down!"
Rourke shook his head, too soused to interpret the movements or see reason. "I'm gonna break this fuckwit's legs!"
Rourke cocked his arms to throw Gary across the room and then gasped and stumbled. A blue-skinned albino ghoul in ragged clothing had leapt out of the crowd nearby and kicked him in the shin. Rourke dropped Gary and spun to face Asher Stravjan. The Gypsy agent stood in a Savate martial arts stance, his hands up and his eyes on Rourke.
"Clint Eastwood?" Rourke questioned, mistaking Asher for the action star he resembled. "Why are you interfering in this?"
Asher did not answer.
"Never mind. You're going down!" Rourke swung a ham-hock fist at Asher but the Gypsy dodged. He then blocked two follow-up punches and kicked Rourke in the other shin. As Rourke toppled over, Asher grabbed his extended arm in one expert movement, applied a come-along hold and twisted Rourke's wrist behind his back. The burly former boxer went flaccid at once.
"You're not Clint," he gasped. "Who are you?"
"We'll take it from here," Barney the mummy security guard said, approaching. He and his Frankenstein's Monster partner Andy had been relieved at the mansion gates a few minutes before. "You've had too much to drink, Mickey, okay? It's time to go home."
Barney took one of Rourke's arms and Andy took the other. Asher nodded thanks to them as they bore Rourke away and then turned to face the tabloid reporters he'd spotted. Security supervisor Mr. Fox and other guards were moving amongst the nearby guests, telling them there was "nothing worth seeing here" and waving them off.
"Gary, are you okay?" Baxter asked, helping his friend get up. He grimaced, noticing the ghoul who stood next to them. Then the hippie blinked in recognition. "Asher?"
Hello, Baxter, Asher gestured at his former comrade. Forgive me. I cannot speak.
"Yeah, I remember," Baxter said, reading the sign language. "What are you doing here? Wait, never mind. Clarke and Viceroy Ramsay sent you, didn't they?"
They did. I have been watching you. Please give me your companion's flash drive. Baxter nodded and produced it. "Good to see you again," he said after handing the device over. "You and whoever's with you call me before you leave town, okay? Viceroy Ramsay has my number. I wouldn't mind catching up."
I will do that. I will also give Jodi Lee your regards.
"Who is this guy, Baxter?" Gary asked, staring at Asher. "Do you know him? Why are you giving him my footage?"
"It's just like with Eliza, Gary," Baxter answered. "This was all a setup. Come on, it's time to go."
Asher gave Baxter a look of agreement as he pushed the drive's "data erase" button and then passed the device back to Baxter. I trust you have no other footage our society would not want to see.
"I won't air it if we do. I wasn't going to air that either. I know Regal Jodie Foster values her privacy." Friend, Viceroy and Regal were the three tiers of Friendship rank.
Friends Evan and Jodi Lee value theirs as well.
"Excuse me," Nadine addressed Asher. "Are you related to Bat Boy?"
"He's not!" Baxter snapped. "It's just a costume. Come on." Nadine grimaced at Baxter, who then made a confession. "He's Friendship and so am I. Let's go!" Nadine nodded assent and smiled at Baxter and Asher. She then took up position to help Baxter support Gary.
"Thank you, Asher," Baxter said. "Can we get out of here okay?"
Yes. Please do not forget to air your story about the lack of drugs at this party as you were instructed. Friend Manson wants the gossip about his drug addiction dispelled.
"I'll try. Some people may still speculate."
Friend Manson can live with that as long as the truth is also known. Remember to clear everything else you have recorded with Viceroy Pinkerton before it is aired or printed.
"We will. See you later. Thanks again." Baxter steered Gary to the mansion's exit with Nadine's help. "You are very lucky, Gary!"
"Hey, I didn't know I was going to get jumped like that! Now everything I had is gone! Did you guys get anything?"
Baxter told him about the drug investigation and the funding preliminary total.
"Okay, that's something," Gary said. "Anything else?"
"I recorded what happened to you and I see no problem in using it. After this, Mickey Rourke should think twice before he provokes the press."
"Yeah, that's definitely worth getting my legs broken over. Who was that dude who saved me? I didn't know old men could move like that."
"He's not an old man, Gary. It's a long story. I'll tell you sometime. Your legs aren't broken. You're just a bit unsteady on them. You're fine."
"I still feel terrible. Did you get anything, Nadine?"
"I saw Jack Nicholson leave with two girls a third his age," Nadine answered. "They were all hanging on each other and kept stopping to trade kisses."
"Jack the womanizer? That's not big news."
"I also saw Alicia Witt. You know, from 'Law & Order'? She was dancing the tango with some guy and they both looked very content."
"Alicia Witt is happily seeing some guy? That won't last, or sell for that matter."
"Well, I did pick up something else. Michelle Williams was at the party and I interviewed her. She wanted me to put out that living on the Goth scene has given her help getting over Heath Ledger's death. You remember Michelle from your attempt to talk to her last week, right, Gary?"
Gary dropped his jaw. "She gave you an interview?"
"Yes. I identified myself and told her I would air nothing without her permission. I was very nice to her. You should try that sometime."
"Damn it!" Gary cursed. "You really lucked out and I ain't got shit! How did that happen? Baxter?"
"It's your karma, Gary," the hippie said with a smile. "Let's go home."
In another mansion elsewhere in Los Angeles, a redhead and a brunette were grinding their naked bodies against one another. The redhead was in her mid-twenties and voluptuous. Vivid auburn hair and deep blue eyes accented her fierce angel's face. The brunette was about ten years older and slimmer in figure. Her black hair flowed about a Romanesque visage with expressive brown eyes. Both women were beautiful and talented actresses.
"Yes!" Erika Christensen cried out, removing her mouth from Marisol Nichols's. The other woman's small brown nipples stabbed into Erika's own large pink breasts. Their legs rubbed together, entangling about each other's sweat-flushed torsos. The two women rolled back and forth on the tan-sheeted bed, the black rubber double-ended dildo they had between them moving in both their cunts. Erika's pussy was surrounded by a fertile vee of blonde hair while Marisol's had a well-tended black patch. Their hands journeyed over each other's backsides, massaging hip and shoulder muscles. Marisol's body was athletic and Erika's was larger in figure but equally toned.
We've been lovers just over six years, Erika recalled as they fucked. She smiled at Marisol's eyes and the other woman beamed in return. Each pulled the other closer with arms and legs and their lips touched again.
The two had first met taking Scientology courses together in Los Angeles. Erika was born into the church while Marisol was introduced to it by her chiropractor. They both found fulfillment in Scientology's teachings and values. They also agreed the church needed to turn away from its abusive practices such as charging money for spiritual services and expelling members who did not strictly toe the scriptural lines. As celebrities, Erika and Marisol were mostly immune to these provisos but they still felt sympathy for people who did not enjoy such advantages.
"You remember our first time?" Marisol asked Erika in a breathless voice. Erika nodded, exhaling as she reminisced. Six years ago Erika was in the middle of filming the teenage slasher film "Swimfan" and enjoying a church purification sauna between days of shooting. Marisol and four other Scientologist actresses — Catherine Bell, Lynsey Bartilson, Laura Prepon and Juliette Lewis — entered the sauna and surrounded Erika.
"We've heard about you," the "Resurrection Boulevard" star Marisol said. "You're part of a movement to reform Scientology with celebrity leaders."
Erika blinked but nodded. She had indeed recently joined such a group. It was guided by the church's Office of Special Affairs Director Mike Rinder and senior celebrity Scientologists such as Isaac Hayes and John Travolta. The movement was growing but the members wanted to keep it secret. Scientology's Chairman and the fanatics who held power in the church could be deadly enemies if the reformers challenged them. Thus the movement was not widely advertised and did not even have a name.
"Be not afraid, Erika," Marisol said, making a gesture that indicated she was a Friendship member. "We're here to help you. You have a purpose we share and the ability to accomplish it." She smiled. "We've also heard you're into swinging. We've all been doing that for a number of years. Catherine's agent, who is also your agent, told us about you."
The women then moved in to touch the no longer apprehensive Erika and dropped their cotton robes. A steamy orgy followed. It remained among Erika's most treasured experiences. She found key allies in Marisol and the other actresses. Catherine and Juliette had been popular in the church for over a decade. Laura was a new entrant and Lynsey was born and raised in the religion just as Erika was. Lynsey's mother was a church lawyer who had become so disgusted with defending Scientology in court over and over again that she wanted to see the religion reform before it disintegrated under its own mistakes. Laurie Bartilson passed her desire on to her daughter. Lynsey was a rising star in the church's "Youth for Human Rights" program. She became a valuable secret recruiter for Erika's movement.
It was Marisol, though, who was even more useful. Like Lynsey, she was heavily involved in the church charities. She was also the older girlfriend of a teenage genius named Taron Lexton who wrote and directed many of Scientology's promotional videos. Taron wanted their church reformed too.
"Marisol and I see quite a number of people having to put on a happy face for my cameras," he said when Erika inquired. "It bothers me when I think about how many of them really feel cheerful and how many don't."
Because of this opinion, both Taron and his girlfriend wished to be part of Erika's reform drive. They had enlisted the other actresses who entered the sauna and their families. All knew that their goals might not succeed and would probably take a long time to accomplish but believed the journey was worth it.
"We have the power to change our church," the "Grounded for Life" star Lynsey Bartilson said. "We are being used to sell something that can help but also hurt. We must take over and stop the hurting." Erika agreed and welcomed them all into her circle of associates.
Soon afterwards, the Friendship Viceroy who headed their movement was exposed as a would-be reformer and thrown out of Scientology. Fear spread in the wake of this. The movement disintegrated before it could do anything major. Rinder, the new leader, warned everyone to quiet down. A doctrine promotion campaign spearheaded by Chairman David Miscavige along with Tom Cruise, Jenna Elfman and other celebrity fanatics followed. Erika's movement lost its drive and the would-be reformers slipped into the shadows.
For the past six years they had stayed there, watching and waiting as their creed's new popularity backfired and the forces opposing Scientology in its entirety grew. In 2007, Rinder had resigned his office and left the church. The reformers had no leader now and every Scientologist celebrity's career was suffering as word of their religion's abuses continued to spread. The church contracted and declined in strength, just as Erika's movement had. Vibes of apprehension ran high among those who remained inside.
The reformers still exist, though, Erika thought. We've been growing in recent years. We do not sponsor Scientology's abuses and we lead others away from them. We're ready to step up when the time comes, held together by the Friendship and our dreams. Deft political maneuvers and staying away from the fanatics has kept us part of our religion. Poise, precision, resolve and audacity will one day let us lead. I have faith in that. The Internet protest group Anonymous, the ex-Scientologists and the others who are against us may for the most part not know about us or even believe we exist, but we are here. We might not be willing to accept their help, but we too want our church to change. We believe Scientology has the right to be a religion and stand in this world. We live the good in our beliefs, knowing that good exists, and work to edit out the evil. The battle for our tomorrow continues today.
She grinned at the last thought, the theme from "Terminator" sounding in her soul.
Erika and Marisol were celebrating now, having just secured another victory in that ongoing conflict. Erika was acting in independent films at present and Marisol was on the TV show "24". Taron retained his job as church advertising director. He had increased his standing by being one of the first to film the aftermath of the 2004 Asian tsunami disaster and winning several awards. All were active in charity and quietly supporting their secret Scientology reform movement. They were shocked when they discovered their enemies had nearly corrupted Erika's youngest brother.
Thankfully, the problem was easily solved. When he contacted Erika three days ago, Dane Christensen was already free of Jessica Feshbach Rodriguez, the fanatic cleric who had tried to worm her way into his life. Erika had sent Dane to her OSA deputy director ally Melissa Feshbach Prynne in St. Louis. Also a Scientology minister, Melissa was Jessica's twin sister and personality opposite. She specialized in helping those who were angry at Scientology's dark side learn that they did not have to be part of something bad. Melissa's main tool was directing her clients towards charity and spiritual relief, the intended purposes of any church.
A growing number of ministers were on Melissa's side, enough to make even Chairman Miscavige take note. He had toned down his efforts to deter reform of late, afraid his church was collapsing. There were also members of his own family who had left Scientology and hurt Miscavige's conscience. Unfortunately, the Chairman's sympathy did not extend to everyone in the church.
Jessica and her family were a key example, Erika mused. Except for Melissa and a few others, they were all dedicated Scientologists who practiced their beliefs with overzealous indifference, ignoring the negative consequences. Joe Feshbach, Jessica's father, made his fortune through unethical stock market practices. He donated millions to church programs and expected his family to be treated well in return. Jessica's cousins Bean, Bunce and Boggis were ministers who had been inside the church's internal retribution programs more than anyone else in all of Scientology's history. Erika often shivered when she observed them unable to stop running everywhere and attempting to bait those who pissed them off.
Jessica herself had also developed a bad reputation in the past ten years. The unbalanced OSA operative was known for inspiring a series of celebrity public relations fiascos with bad advice. The worst episodes included Tom Cruise's biased debate over psychology with "Today Show" host Matt Lauer and Jenna Elfman's proclamation that AIDS was "only a state of mind." Jessica accepted responsibility for none of her deeds.
If not for Melissa, Erika thought, I might despise the entire Feshbach family. She's so calm and considerate in the face of it all that she makes up for the others. Melissa tells me the rest of her family is crooked by their own fault. They're Scientology nobility and they refuse to know any life other than that.
"They can't see that their way is dooming us," Melissa said to Erika. "People like my family are the reason our church gets protested. It's their refusal to remove the planks from off their eyes. So what if we're considered crazy for believing alien specters cause mental illness and enlightenment can be found within one's own self? The world would have few problems with us if we weren't so elitist about our faith."
Melissa's gaze was steady and discerning but not judgmental. In face and figure, she resembled the independent film star Parker Posey. About thirty years old, Melissa regularly wore a blue skirted suit. Her long black hair was streaked with premature gray. Erika had seen pictures of Jessica and knew she looked exactly like Melissa except in three areas. Melissa was kindly while Jessica's usual attitude was haughty and sardonic. In addition, Jessica dyed her hair to keep the gray out and one of her hazel eyes was glass. The latter feature was the product of an auto accident Jessica suffered at age eighteen, Melissa informed Erika. Melissa did not know the exact details of the event, only that it had seriously scarred Jessica's face. Their father had paid for plastic surgery and Scientology auditing to cover up the injury's effects, but neither Jessica's mind nor body was completely whole.
"They gave her a spot in the church anyway," Melissa said. "It was my father's money and Jessica's own skill at our techniques. She has since become heavily involved with celebrity auditing and public relations. I do not think she is a talented actress. However, she can still fool people. I recommend you avoid her, Erika, as long as you can."
Melissa was not Erika's lover. She had sworn off sex after her Green Beret husband died in Iraq and she found no satisfaction in other men or women. "At least I'm not like my sister," Melissa let slip to Erika once. She refused to further explain.
Erika had sought further information on Jessica over the years of hearing about her, especially the past three days. Everything Erika discovered said that Jessica was competent at Scientology scriptures and methods but either ignorant towards the results of the way she used them or deliberately malicious. If the latter was the case, Erika could not discern a reason.
I don't even have to ask, Erika thought in the present. Not now that I know what she did to my brother. The fact that Jessica was more interested in Dane's connections to Evan Rachel Wood and Marilyn Manson than she was in Dane himself mitigates my fears. She backed off once Evan and Manson rebuffed her and Dane discharged her. Dane told me about his experiences with Jessica Friday evening. After my family and I went over everything with Dane, using my genius girlfriend Alicia as an independent observer, we sent a complaint up the chain to Melissa. Melissa called us back in an hour and did a preliminary audit with Dane on the phone. They verified his experiences again and now Dane's in St. Louis with Melissa treating him in person. Most of our family is there as well. Melissa wrote a report to her superiors upon concluding her first audit of my brother. Chairman Miscavige called Melissa the day afterwards and said he would reprimand Jessica for her misdeeds.
"Jessica told him about your schooling just as you feared," Melissa told Erika after talking to Miscavige. "I put the spin on it you requested. You believe education is a gift and that even if psychologists are our enemies you felt you should know them. Miscavige accepted this and said he was proud of you."
"Good," Erika answered, relieved. Miscavige was one of the most irrationally anti-psychology people in her church and it would not do for him to see her degree the wrong way. "What about my family?"
"The Chairman was quite displeased to hear about what my sister did to your brother. He's taking steps to punish her. She and our cousins have all been given additional black marks on their records and day after tomorrow they're going to be sent on a probationary world tour of all Scientology facilities. Miscavige wants them reminded of the diversity within our organization and this planet."
"That's it?" Erika asked, surprised.
"He can't do any more. Jessica and the other three broke no official church policies. The worst they did was overzealous recruitment, which is hardly a crime. We have only Dane's word that those rumors were put out to the tabloids at Jessica's instruction. She admits nothing. Yes, forcing Dane to disconnect from the rest of your family was wrong but no harm was done now that it's been repealed. That's what Miscavige said."
"How can he be so cold?"
"You know his position. Scientology is still regarded with suspicion and hate all over the world, even with the recent gains we've had in Germany and elsewhere. My father is one of many fanatics who contribute large funds and recruit numbers to the Church. With all the bad publicity directed at us right now, Miscavige doesn't want to upset these people."
"Melissa, I barely got Dane to change his mind about departing Scientology after what your sister had him do. You know how he feels. You've talked to him."
"Your brother was to blame for what happened as much as Jessica, Erika. He followed her instructions. Dane admits to that and has accepted it. Why can't you?"
"I have accepted it," Erika said with a groan. "Dane apologized to the family and we've all forgiven him. When he returns to L.A. later this week he'll make amends to Evan. Dane's going into Walker's karate program and parking cars at our brother Nick's auto dealership while studying for business school. That should fix him up right. I want something to happen to Jessica, though. We have to stop fostering the discrimination against us. We can't just deny our mistakes, we need to learn from them and fix them. Haven't people like Jessica done enough damage to our church over the years?"
"She cannot be held accountable for anything she has done. It was all in accordance with doctrine. Warped outdated doctrine, yes, but she violated no laws. The reactions of others are to blame for what happened as a result of Jessica's manipulations, the way the Chairman sees things. He says she's making mistakes but can be ironed out with auditing and this world tour. I pray he's right."
Melissa was silent for a moment. "There was one other thing. Miscavige wanted me to apologize to you on his behalf for this situation. He wants you to know that you and all your friends are welcome in the church. He emphasized the word 'friends'."
Erika felt her heart catch. "Does he know about our reform movement?"
"He didn't let on if he did or not. We've existed for several decades, though, Erika. I don't see how he couldn't know about us. Miscavige may not be able to formally support reform but he doesn't want our faction gone from the church any more than he wants my father's gone. He intends for Scientology to survive and flourish, not collapse into a religious war. Miscavige isn't Friendship, but he is aware of the society and its presence within Scientology. Our church founder Ron Hubbard was a Friendship Viceroy who used his connections to spread our religion in the early days. Ron broke with the Friendship when they refused to raise him to Regal and he felt he no longer needed them. Since then other Friends still inside Scientology have worked to aid our church and limit the fanatics' influence. They did not forget Ron or those of us who are good. You, your family, Mike Rinder and I are among them."
Erika gasped at the unfamiliar lessons. Then she smiled, realizing she should have known. "So Miscavige isn't going to expel us then?"
"No, I don't think so, although he can't recognize us either. This is the best we can hope for right now, Erika. There are many people in the church as powerful as Miscavige, people like my father and sister, who would prefer otherwise."
"Fine," Erika replied. "Tell the Chairman I appreciate his decision. I also agree with him on Jessica. As for our reforms, my commitment to them was just increased." Melissa replied that hers was as well.
Both Melissa and Erika, Scientology reverend and parishioner, had then contacted their allies and arranged support for Manson's gay rights fundraiser the next evening. Some Scientologist celebrities attended while others sent checks and good wishes. Erika, who was still unsure whether she could reunite with Manson's girlfriend Evan, was one of the latter.
Marisol, agreeing with Melissa that they had achieved a triumph, told Erika that they should have their own party the same night as Manson's. Taron would be out of town, but Marisol and Erika could still have fun together. Erika concurred.
I'm pleased Marisol's with us, Erika completed her mental review with a smile. She licked the other actress's tongue with her own. The two were dedicated girlfriends who often worked out together in the gym and the bedroom. They had not fucked in a long time, though. Earlier that year Marisol had married Taron and given birth to their daughter. Sex during pregnancy was discouraged by Scientology doctrine and Erika honored this practice with her lovers who wished to follow it. Non-Scientologists such as Erika's "Six Degrees" co-star Bridget Moynahan and her "Upside of Anger" co-star Keri Russell were happy to fuck Erika whether they were pregnant or not. Marisol and other devout Scientologists felt otherwise. Erika respected and fulfilled the wishes of each.
Now Marisol's baby was born and her body was recovered. She and Erika were making up for lost time, kissing and rubbing one another. Arms massaged backs and legs fastened tight around hips. Breasts touched and nipples dueled. Breaths were exchanged along with tongue swaps. The dildo throbbed between them, stimulating each woman's cunt as it was pushed into the other woman by her muscles. Both Marisol and Erika felt lubrication flowing from inside their bodies. The bed's absorbent sheets were soaking it up. Their minds were being stripped of negative emotions such as guilt and apathy and filled instead with a mutual caring and joy.
I love Marisol, Erika thought, just as I love my primary non-Scientologist lovers Doug and Alicia. Marisol's earned my adoration again recently by spying on the fanatics for me. Marisol went to Jessica right after we got Dane off to see Melissa and conducted an auditing session for a neurosis she only pretended she had. Others among my reform circle followed Melissa's lead and now we all know Jessica's our enemy. Auditing is a process that often allows you to gaze into the soul of your confessor just as they gaze into yours. As thespians, we are better able to keep our inner selves hidden than someone like Jessica, who only knows what the church has taught her. I have no fear she will find us out. Even if she does, she cannot stop us.
Deciding not to consider her adversary any longer, Erika turned her full measure of attention to arousing Marisol. They lashed their bodies back and forth, fumbling towards ecstasy. Again and again they met and separated, all the time attentive to each other's needs. Their tits rubbed together and their hands wandered stroking paths. Their mouths kissed, their tongues thrusting at one another. Their legs squeezed the rubber rod between them. Both women felt the oncoming rush rising within their loins.
Joyful, joyful, we adore thee ... God of mercy, god of hope... Erika blinked, hearing the chords. Funny, she thought. I've had great sex before, but never have I heard angelic choirs singing during it. Then she became aware Marisol was glowering at her and recognized the sound. Shoot! My cell phone!
Pulling her pussy off the dildo, Erika split herself from Marisol like a dividing amoeba and rolled over to the bedside table. She silenced the choir and picked up her phone. "Hello?"
"Yeah, hi, this is Kirk Cameron," a smarmy voice answered. "I'm trying to reach Erika Christensen, secret celebrity counselor?"
"This is she," Erika said. Marisol gaped at her but Erika waved the other woman away. The call was something very important Erika had been expecting. She called up all her Scientology and psychology skills, ready to use them.
"Hi," Kirk repeated. "My sister Candace said you're both in the Friendship and she wanted me to talk to you. I don't really know why but..."
"It's because I'm a sinner, Kirk," Erika interrupted, using her rehearsed speech. She reclined and kept one hand between her legs as she talked, maintaining her body's damp warmth. "I'm a happy sinner. Candace wants me to challenge you with that."
"Excuse me?"
"You're an evangelical Christian asshole and it's been hurting both your relationships and your career. Your sister asked me to help you wise up." Marisol was laughing now as she listened to Erika's end of the conversation. Erika waved her to be quiet and then activated the phone's speaker. Marisol nodded in acknowledging thanks.
"Well, I'm just being how God wants me to," Kirk said, flabbergasted.
"You're wrong," Erika replied. "There are different ways of interpreting and living God's messages. There are so many that no single one can work for everybody. Did Candace give you my resume?"
"Yes. She said you were a high-level yet liberal Scientologist and an award-winning actress. You also hold black belts in Hapkido and karate and you recently acquired a University of Phoenix online psychology degree with honors. The combination was enough to interest me."
"I find that my varied skills give me much intuition into my own mind and those of other people," Erika said. She returned Marisol's smile and raised thumb. "I have discipline and emotional serenity and I can teach them to those who will pay attention."
"Well, you know that Scientology isn't a real church, right?"
"I'm aware of that opinion. Let's forget it, though. Candace does not want me to discuss that with you. Kirk, you have your beliefs. You live them well. The problem is that you expect everyone else to be just like you. You ignore that we're not happy that way. Don't you think God wants people to be happy?" Erika was repeating the word "happy" to draw Kirk's concentration to it.
"Yes, but God prefers us to be happy doing what he says."
"Well, Kirk, not everyone agrees with you about what God says. Or what man says, for that matter. We each have a way we think best and we have a right to live that way."
"Look, you may want to go to hell, but I don't, okay?"
"Who says I'm going to hell? Is God telling you that? Do you honestly believe everyone who doesn't agree with you is going to hell or is saying so just a defense mechanism?"
Kirk paused. "I know why Candace had me call you," he said after a moment. "You want to change. I can help you with that."
"No, Kirk, I don't need to change. You do. Candace and her husband agree and so does your wife. She was really angered by what you made her do in your recent film about the Love Dare." Erika referred to a Christian marriage salvation program depicted in Kirk's movie "Fireproof".
"I had to do that. I had to call my wife onto the set so I could kiss her instead of my co-star. My wife knows why I did it and she agrees with me."
"Wrong. Your wife wants you to have enough faith in the strength of your relationship that you're able to kiss other women besides her. It was only a movie, Kirk. What you did was funny and had good intentions behind it, from one point of view. From another, it was unnecessary and offensive to your wife."
"Well, I had to do it! A long time ago, something was missing from my life. I sought parties and the Hollywood experience, but it didn't work. Then I found God. Ever since then I've known what I had to do. I'm on a quest to make the entertainment world conform to Christianity. I'm not giving it up!"
"Really? Even though it's already cost you your career outside non-Christian themed films along with your public respect and now it may also cost you your marriage? Suppose I also told you it was hurting your church and undermining your professed goals?"
"I..."
Kirk stopped in astonishment and Erika spoke to fill the void. "Kirk, you don't have to listen to me, okay? I don't want you to be like me. Your life is your own and you make the decisions about how you want to live. I just want you to extend the same courtesy to everyone else. 'Treat other people how you want to be treated'. That is the Golden Rule of Jesus, right?"
"Yes. But there are also..."
"Whoa!" Erika cut him off. "I'm not calling you for a Bible argument." She kept her voice calm and purposeful. "We live in the real world and no one book can define that world. I agree with you the Bible comes close. However, I disagree that it is the only philosophy. Kirk, I have a dare for you. Not a Love Dare. I don't know very much about that program. I'm sure it's something you can follow and learn to appreciate, though."
"Okay, go ahead."
"Romans chapter twelve, verse two reads 'Do not conform to the pattern of this world. Be transformed by the renewing of your mind.' Can you do what that verse says and see if it alters your life?"
"Yes, although I must highlight that you're taking those words a bit out of context."
"Never mind that. Think about how they apply to what we've been discussing."
Kirk took a moment to consider. "I get it," he said finally. "You're saying each person needs to find their own way to God. I shouldn't try to force mine on them."
"Exactly. Jesus never did such a thing. He encouraged his followers to live better lives and step away from their negatives but he never demanded anything they weren't ready to deliver. My own church's founder was the same."
"That's not entirely true. If you look at history..."
"Sometimes history is murky and uncomfortable. That's why we have myths. I believe your religion's myths, Kirk. I ask you to honor mine."
"The world is more complicated than myths, Erika. There are people who are turning away from God and seeking evil like gay marriage. There are even some who deny God exists."
"How do you know such things are evil? How do you know God didn't create them? How do you know they aren't part of his plan?"
"Because..." Kirk stopped himself this time. "Never mind. You already have a counter-argument ready, don't you? Fine, I'll take your dare. I'll do my thing and try to let other people do their own."
"Try not, Kirk. Do or do not. There is no try."
"Alright, I'll do it. However, I think I need to talk to you more about this in person. My wife and my sister will have to come with me."
"No problem. I'm ready to see all of you. As I'm sure Candace told you, I charge no fees except what you want to pay."
"Right. She also told me about that Scientology church you opened in Plant City where you're sponsoring all the classes with your own celebrity fortune. I can't believe your cult, excuse me, your religion is letting you get away with that."
"They are, for now. There's a wind of change going on in my church and I have to work hard to move within it."
"Yeah, well, good luck with that. You know God is willing to help you if you let him, right? Christians too?"
"Of course. My martial arts teacher's a Christian."
"Yeah, Candace said something about that. She said your martial arts teacher was an evangelical Christian whom you believed was the sort of person I should be. He's strong in his own skills and faith, a master of himself and his environment. However, he's also willing to let others have their beliefs, encouraging but not coercing them to live God's ways. Candace wouldn't tell me his name."
"I'll give you a hint," Erika said with a smirk. "My sensei is a man who does not sleep. He waits."
Kirk gasped. "You train with Chuck Norris? The Chuck Norris?"
"Yes, I do. My boyfriend introduced us. Doug met Chuck while working in Texas law enforcement. I often have to talk to my sensei like I did to you just now. He appreciates it about as much. Chuck says I remind him of his 'Walker, Texas Ranger' love interest Alex Cahill. That's why I've taken to calling him 'Walker'."
"I'm going to contact Chuck. I need to verify this."
"Feel free. When you get off the line, talk to your wife. I want to see you both some time next week. I have to fly to St. Louis on some family business but when I get back I want to do more to straighten you out."
"Sure. Thank you, Erika. We'll see you soon. You know, you might want to think about switching your religion."
"I like myself just fine, but thanks anyway. Later." Erika hung up the phone and looked at Marisol. "Well?"
"Win," Marisol said, affirming Erika's success. "Epic win." She sat cross-legged facing Erika on the bed, the wet dildo jutting from her pussy. "You did great. Are you looking to convert Kirk Cameron or..."
"No!" Erika interrupted, scowling. "He's on a good path. I don't need to change it. I just want to stabilize him a little. The road to heaven is not something you should walk by yourself, right?"
"Agreed. One other thing. You do know that leaving your phone on during sex is rude?"
"Hey, you have that infant monitor on!"
Marisol glanced at the device Erika pointed out on the other bedside table and grimaced. "That's important. If Rain wakes up and starts crying, I need to be there."
"I also need to be there for my clients. I wasn't sure when Kirk would call."
"Okay, fine, I understand. I'm sorry." Marisol ran a hand through her hair. "What you did was good. I just didn't appreciate it at first. Can we get back to fucking now that it's over?"
"But of course," Erika told her with a grin, putting the phone down. She leapt at and tackled the smiling Marisol. Erika kissed the other woman and rubbed their tits together as they brushed against each other. Nipples impacted and became hard. They wrestled on the bed, their passion returning quickly. Both actresses' faces grew flushed. Their thighs collided and quivered. Erika was about to put her cunt back on Marisol's dildo when her phone started sounding the horns of the William Tell Overture.
"Not again!" Erika groaned, splitting from Marisol once more as the other woman sighed.
"You handle this one on your own!" Marisol snapped and then jumped off the bed onto her feet. She pulled the dildo out of her cunt and threw it down on the sheets. The brunette then walked to a robe that hung nearby and slipped it over her naked body. "I'm going to check on my daughter."
Erika waved her off, smiling as she recognized the number displayed on her phone. Marisol exited the room stomping. Erika put her phone to her ear and beamed. "Hello, Evan."
"How'd you know it was me?" Evan Rachel Wood asked.
"I saved your ring tone. I hoped you would come back into my life someday."
"Oh. Thanks." Evan took a deep breath. "Erika, listen, I know we've been out of touch recently."
"Yes, and that's a bad thing. It was my fault more than yours. I'm sorry, Evan."
"It's okay. Thank you for sending Brando, Alicia and all those other people to the party tonight. You did get Alicia and her boyfriend back together, right?"
"I tried. I got Nathan to ask Alicia out one more time and then I got Alicia to say yes in return for my taking on a client she suggested. I pray it works."
"It might. They looked jovial with each other. Brando told me that Dane got away from Jessica and called you. Doug had already e-mailed me about it on Friday."
"I know. I asked him to."
"Is Dane okay now?"
"Yes, he's fine. Melissa's helping him iron out his issues and our other brother Nick and our parents are there with them in St. Louis. Brando and I will fly down tomorrow. Did Brando tell you about Melissa?"
"Yeah. He said she was the positive twin of Jessica. I'm glad she exists. I'd like to meet her. I want to see you again too."
"No problem. I'll visit you as soon as I get back. Are you still living with that shock rocker?"
"Manson? No, we broke up. I'm dating another guy, but it's not serious yet. Manson and I are still friends, in the capital sense of the word as well as the biblical."
Erika blinked. "Marilyn Manson is Friendship?"
"Yes. Manson's an okay guy, Erika. He's not someone you should judge by their cover — sort of like a certain Scientologist slut I met a few years ago."
"I guess even I'm not immune to prejudice," Erika replied after she got over her surprise. "I'm sorry, Evan. I should have trusted you and taken the chance to meet the man you were dating instead of assuming things about him based on what I heard. I'm ready to make recompense now. Can you excuse the wait?"
"Yes! I need you in my life, Erika, especially with all that's been happening lately."
"You got me," Erika affirmed, grinning at her seated naked image in the bedroom's mirror. "You got Alicia and everyone else also. We never left you, Evan. We just thought you left us."
"Well, I didn't. You didn't need to send Doug's spies to confirm that, by the way. I like Jodi Lee and Asher, they're good people I haven't seen in a while, but dispatching them to deprogram me wasn't the best idea."
"That wasn't my plan! I just wanted someone to make sure you were okay and I couldn't do it myself because of what happened with Dane."
"It's fine," Evan said, giggling. "Jodi Lee and I are lovers now. She sends her regards. Asher was fun too, even though I haven't fucked him. He gave me a tarot card reading I would like to discuss with you sometime."
"Tarot?" Erika raised her eyebrows, recalling another tarot reading Asher had given her several months ago. Erika did not remember all the cards he'd drawn, only that she was "Justice" and the "Queen of Wands". These cards both stood for self-knowledge and wisdom. Erika's present state was the "Hanged Man", a card signifying an outcast from society who appeared to be a fool but was in fact completely in alignment with the world and integrated.
Erika appreciated these images. She was more concerned when Asher foretold her future and showed her cards depicting a toppling tower, two lovers and a skeleton on a pale horse. Erika wished she could remember what Asher had said about those images.
That future hasn't come yet, she thought. At least I don't think it has. This recent conflict seems worthy. Never mind. I have Evan back in my life and that is enough. I will give no thought to things I can't envision. Taking a breath, Erika turned her attention back to the phone.
"So you're not mad at me?"
"No. I just want us to be friends again. Manson also wants to meet you. He needs to thank you for something."
Erika gasped as Evan filled her in on Manson's quitting cocaine. "You got Manson off drugs with the program I told you about?"
"Yeah. I told Dane. He didn't tell you?"
"Maybe he wanted to let you tell me."
"I bet he did. Narconon worked for Manson. I'm going to hang around him for a year or two to make sure, something your program's official counselors don't do that often. I think he'll be okay, though. I appreciate you giving me such knowledge, Erika."
"No problem. You keep using it well."
"I'll do that. See you when you get back from St. Louis. Say hi to Dane for me."
"I will. He wants to see you too, to atone for what he did."
"I'll be waiting. So will Manson and my brother Ira. Bye, Erika, for now."
"I love you," Erika said, then sighed when she realized that Evan had already hung up. Oh well, she thought, I think Evan knows.
"Are you done?" inquired a voice. Erika looked up to see Marisol had returned and was standing over her. The other actress had her arms crossed and an amused expression on her face. "Are all your conflicts resolved now?"
Erika shook her head. "Not hardly. I think I'm fine for the present, though."
"Good," Marisol said, climbing back onto the bed. "Turn that phone off if you would, please. Rain's still asleep and I'm still horny."
"I'm expecting a call from the Travoltas later this evening," Erika said. "John wants to talk about me counseling Kelly and him next week. It's just a small family values reminder but it's important."
"Can't it wait?" Marisol's expression said the question was rhetorical.
"It can," Erika answered, gesturing in affirmation. She turned off her phone and set it aside.
"Good. I'm a patient woman, but not that patient." Marisol laughed and slid her robe off. "Back to sex time."
Projecting joyful spirits at Erika, she fell forward and embraced the younger actress. They kissed and touched their bodies together, restoring the earlier sensitivity and excitement in their erogenous zones. Both Erika and Marisol's nipples hardened again rapidly as their cunts opened and nectar flowed. Marisol grabbed the dildo and they resumed their earlier positions on it. Putting their arms and legs around one another, they fucked the rubber implement. Trading kisses, caressing backs and colliding breasts, Marisol and Erika clashed on the bed. Each woman sent delight into the other with her actions and received good will in return. They spun a tapestry of rapid spirals in their minds and bodies, their unbridled ecstasy building as the weave unrolled.
It took scant seconds for them both to reach climax. The interruptions had increased their needs and now the time had come. The future was ahead and they would face it together, their friends beside them. Pleasure was the present, however, and that was their entire world. Rapture caught fire inside each woman and they let it consume them, their bodies shaking with joy. Erika erupted first, wailing as she danced in the flames. She writhed her body against Marisol's and the other actress followed her to orgasm in an instant. She was much quieter and calmer upon reaching her peak. However, her heavy breathing and flushed face showed that her inner spasms were as intense as Erika's own.
"I'm not exhausted yet," Marisol said, grinning in the aftershocks. She hugged Erika and kissed her. "You?"
"Never," Erika replied. She returned Marisol's attentions and bucked the dildo into her. Marisol pumped it in reply and fondled Erika's legs. Nipples brushed together and cunts sloshed as they moved. The women were both certain they would be working out their issues with each other for a great while yet.
Afterword: As always, my goal in writing about religion is fair depiction and constructive criticism, not anything malicious. I hope you will let me know if I have done a good job. "Passion of Erika Christensen Chapter 5: Free Katie" is next in this saga. Stay tuned. - AN.
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