Amy went back through the curtain and took the seat at the console next to Megan, rubbing her roommate's shoulder as she sat. She grinned. "Everything's great. You couldn't see her from here, but she gave the finger wiggle signal." She went on to tell her what Linda had mouthed at the end.

Megan laughed. "This is so much her kind of thing."

Amy moved her hand down to rub Megan's back. "Honey, have you thought any more about what you want?"

Megan shrugged. "The specifics aren't that important. I just want to put on the show."

"Yeah, but..." Amy's eye was caught by movement on the monitor. The camera's field was sufficiently wide that the entry door and Linda's overstuffed chair were both on the screen. "Later."

Steffi entered the dungeon, looking at Linda with anger and hurt.

Linda uncurled herself from the chair and leapt to her feet. "I am so sorry, Stef. You were right, you were right." She seemed on the edge of crying. She rushed over to Steffi and threw her arms around her. "Please don't be mad."

Steffi gently disentangled herself from Linda's embrace. "I've been doing a lot of thinking." The corner of her lip curled up. "Down by the river."

Linda seemed to suppress a little gasp. "Thinking about what?"

Steffi turned away and clasped her hands behind her back, walking away.

Amy looked briefly at Megan. "Staying with Linda?" She looked back at the monitor, and saw that Megan had zoomed in on Linda's face. "Okay, yeah."

Megan nodded. "I figure that's what Steffi would want."

Through the monitor speakers, Amy heard Steffi clear her throat, heard her voice say softly, "Maybe we should see other people."

Linda's hands flew to her mouth. "Stef!!" She ran to Steffi, burying her head against Steffi's shoulder, her voice slightly muffled by it. "Please, please, no!" She looked up at Steffi, her voice quavering. "It was just such a monster shoot. Cathy got behind with the shooting schedule, and we were doing these daytime scenes and nighttime scenes, and it seemed like there was never a break, and when there was a break I could only just fall into bed and... I know, I know, I'm just making excuses, I should have still been calling you. It was just..." Linda brushed some tears away, sniffling. "Remember, in high school, when we said we'd always be together, we'd always be there for each other? I guess I thought... I figured you'd always be there for me, and I wasn't thinking about how I wasn't being there for you. But I will be, I always will be!" She was openly crying now. "Look, I can stop working for awhile. I'll tell Johanna not to send me any scripts." Johanna was Zoey's agent.

Steffi shook her head. "That's not enough. Even when you're home, you're always on the phone, doing interviews, ordering clothes. I need to know what we are to each other." She glared at Linda, and Amy realized that this facial expression required no acting skill on Steffi's part. She only had to remember how much she hated Zoey. "I need you to show me what we are to each other. If you love me, prove it." Her eyes narrowed. "Or else this game is over."

Amy grinned and shook her head, impressed. That was twice, now. Remaining in character, while obliquely reminding "Zoey" of what would happen to her body if her performance wasn't satisfactory, required an amount of ingenuity that probably helped explain why Steffi had become so rich. As for the direction her fantasy was taking, it wasn't at all surprising. From the moment Steffi had described to "Zoey" what their relationship would be in this pretend world, Amy had doubted it would turn out to be a healthy one.

Linda dropped to her knees, looking up at Steffi desperately. "Stef! I know I've been screwing up. No more excuses, okay? I'll make it the way it was. Remember? Remember what we promised each other? I've been breaking the promises. But if you knew how much I love you, you'd give me another chance. Okay? Okay? I can make it right. I will!"

Steffi looked down at her. "Not a great start. So far I'm just hearing words. More promises."

Linda jumped back up to her feet. "Okay! No more words, no more words. Except... I love you." She put her hands on Steffi's waist and kissed her cheek -- a modest beginning to a love scene, but the lingering kiss turned into light licking. Amy, on the screen, could easily see Linda's tongue darting out playfully, just flicking at Steffi's cheek and then moving lower, moving slowly along Steffi's neck now, leaving long shiny streaks. The first licks, Amy knew, were experimental, intended to gauge Steffi's reaction and arousal level. Steffi's body had told Linda where to go from there, and would continue telling her.

No expertise was needed to see what sort of effect the opening was having on Steffi. Steffi's hands were shaking, her eyes closed, her breath passing in and out deeply through her wide-open mouth. She was moaning softly.

Linda continued licking and kissing Steffi's throat, as her hands started playing with the loose waistband of Steffi's sweatshirt. Moaning herself, she slowly began raising it, pausing in her oral play only long enough to lift the sweatshirt up past Steffi's head and up her upraised arms. She quickly unhooked Steffi's bra and let her shrug out of it, tossed it aside on top of the crumpled sweatshirt, and resumed licking once more, now cupping Steffi's breasts in her palms, squeezing lightly.

Steffi's eyes were open now, so widely dilated that Amy, watching the screen, herself almost breathless, couldn't see any evidence of what color they were. Shakily, Steffi lifted Linda's blouse and helped her out of it, adding it to the growing pile, followed soon after by Linda's bra. Linda held Steffi closer now, her now-bare breasts pressed against Steffi's, and at last kissed her lips -- softly at first, gently nibbling, then both women pressing their mouths harder together in increasing passion. Steffi's eyes were still open, seeking constant visual evidence that it was Zoey caressing her, kissing her, making love to her.

Each was fumbling with the other's clothing again, Linda unzipping Steffi's pants while Steffi was pulling Linda's skirt down and the panties off. Amy smiled. Might be the last time we'll see Linda in those or any other clothes, she thought. After all that time we spent figuring out what she should wear.

Beside her, Amy heard Megan mutter "Bottom," and nodded. It was student terminology for a customer who wanted the Academy Girl to take charge of the sexual play, to be the aggressor.

With both of them naked now, other than the metalware around Linda's wrists, ankles, and neck, Steffi with her back to the bed, Linda began slowly walking her in that direction, still giving Steffi's face and lips quick wet kisses, her arms around Steffi's waist, her hands wandering up and down Steffi's back and caressing her buttocks. As the backs of Steffi's legs contacted the bed, Linda pushed her gently back and helped her ease onto the bed, lying atop her and moving sensuously. Steffi quickly wrapped her arms and legs around Linda, caressing her, squeezing her. Linda reached around Steffi's upraised left thigh with her right hand and cupped her buttock with her palm, as both women rocked their hips in growing excitement. From long experience, Amy knew that Linda's index finger was fully extended, that she was inserting it gradually into Steffi's pussy, with her middle finger curled back a bit to play with Steffi's clit. With her other hand she cupped the back of Steffi's head, kissing her more passionately than ever, pushing her tongue deep into Steffi's mouth, but softening the kiss shortly after, her lips just brushing Steffi's and lightly nibbling, to let Steffi concentrate on the sensations between her legs. She rubbed her nose gently against Steffi's, their eyes inches apart, knowing that Steffi wanted to keep seeing her face, while repeating in a soft voice husky with passion, "I love you, Stef... I love you, Stef...", in time with Steffi's moans.

It appeared to Amy as if some internal struggle were going on inside Steffi, as an expression of total bliss alternated with a fierce grin. The struggle, thought Amy, was a sign of how perfectly Linda was doing her job. Within Steffi, the teenager with a wild crush on Zoey surfaced at intervals, almost delirious with joy that her most fervent fantasy had come to pass. Then the other Steffi would come forward, the one who had despised Zoey for years, with an intensity equal to her former admiration, now basking in the pleasure of bringing the object of her hatred to the ultimate humiliation, forcing Zoey to feign passion that she didn't feel for women, least of all a woman she had treated with such contempt and now barely remembered.

In the tumult of Steffi's mind there was no room for a third level of consciousness right now, for recalling that neither of these events was really happening, that "Zoey" was Linda, a girl she had bought to bring these fantasies to life. For the time being, Academy Girl Linda was not on Steffi's mental map.

And then, it was clear, the door giving Steffi access to any conscious thought at all was gradually closed and locked, leaving her only her physical sensations. Her moans came faster, louder. She closed her eyes at last. Her thighs tightened against Linda's waist, and she reached up and put her hand behind Linda's head, pulling her down and bringing their mouths together hard, muffling both of their cries. Amy could see every muscle of Steffi's body standing taut as if she were a drawing in one of Amy's anatomy texts, but shaking with tension as the drawings never could. At last she threw her head back against the surface of the bed and screamed, and a brief jet of fluid sprayed out from between her legs.

Amy grinned. "Oh, she's a squirter." Amy had, on a few occasions, been with women at Academy parties who ejaculated at orgasm.

Megan laughed. "Great. Can't wait to see Linda give her oral."

Steffi and Linda had been lying on the bed motionless, in a tangle of arms and legs, long enough that Amy suspected they must both be asleep, and was wondering whether she and Megan might take a break as well, when Steffi suddenly stirred. It was clear that Linda had been ready for any movement, as she roused herself instantly and covered Steffi's mouth with hers.

Steffi broke off the kiss. "You hungry?"

Linda looked a little startled. "Sure."

Steffi stroked Linda's side. "You stay here. I'll get us something." She gave Linda one more kiss, then arose, went to the door to the anteroom and opened it, and disappeared through it.

Amy frowned, not expecting this. "Think she's gone back to the house?"

Megan shook her head. "Doubt it. Remember there's a fridge and stuff out there."

Amy nodded. She'd been hoping for a chance to come out and spend some time with Linda. Maybe later.

A few minutes later Steffi returned, awkwardly maneuvering a heavily-laden tray through the doorway, kicking the door closed behind her afterwards. Atop the tray were a pitcher and glasses, and two large bowls. One of the bowls was steaming slightly, and appeared to contain a variety of vegetables, mixed with girlmeat -- Amy could see broccoli and sliced carrots, at least. Presumably the mixture was just out of the microwave. The other bowl looked to be full of fruits, chopped up into bit-sized cubes. She set the tray on the dining table, and Linda arose cautiously from the bed and approached the table. As Steffi seemed to have no objection to the movement, Linda took one of the chairs beside the table, smiling. She closed her eyes and leaned closer to the girlmeat-with-veggies bowl, inhaling the aroma, smiling. "I didn't even know how hungry I was. That smells great."

Steffi took a seat of her own and leaned on the table with crossed forearms. "I was just thinking... You know what we haven't done for such a long time?"

Linda leaned towards her and kissed her. "What's that, honey?"

Steffi's smile widened. "Remember how you used to feed me when we ate? Mouth to mouth. I always thought that was so romantic."

Linda's face lit up. "I want to do all the romantic things with you. I want it to be like it was when we first met, and I knew, I knew, I was going to be with you for the rest of my life." She kissed Steffi again, stroking her hair softly.

Steffi leaned back, grinning. "Okay, then." She stood up suddenly, startling Linda again, and moved over to the overstuffed chair, plopping down on the thick cushion and draping her arms along the chair's arms. "Bring it over here then, darling."

Linda hesitated only briefly. It seemed obvious what she wanted. Linda picked up the tray and carried it over to the chair, and set it on the book table beside the chair -- the tray was a little longer than the table's surface, but there was no problem balancing it there.

Smiling, Linda knelt on the chair's cushion, facing Steffi and straddling her legs. She reached into the bowl, picked up a slice of carrot, and put it in her mouth. Leaning forward, spreading her knees far enough apart that her mound pressed against Steffi's, her breasts also compressing Steffi's, her hands flat on Steffi's waist and lightly stroking her skin, she kissed Steffi with her mouth open, and pushed the carrot into Steffi's mouth with her tongue. As Steffi chewed and swallowed, Linda picked a carrot out for herself and ate it, then continued her mouth-to-mouth feeding of Steffi with a slice of pineapple from the fruit bowl.

Linda now poured the contents of the pitcher -- milk, Amy now saw, no doubt girlmilk -- into one of the glasses. She took a healthy draft of the milk, leaned over Steffi, and kissed her again, letting the milk run down into Steffi's mouth. A small dribble of it ran down from the corner of Steffi's lip, and Linda lapped up the trail of it along Steffi's cheek, as well as the small stream of it that had dripped onto Steffi's breast.

Eventually, with the bowls at last empty, the oral transfer of food gave way to longer kisses, with Linda rubbing the front of her body more urgently against Steffi's, rolling her hips in time with similar movements of Steffi's, and she reached behind herself and between her own legs to finger Steffi's pussy, her tongue thrust deep into Steffi's mouth, their moans echoing inside it. At last Steffi shuddered and, accompanied by a scream again, another ejaculated spray covered Linda's hand. Linda, smiling and looking into Steffi's eyes, brought her fingers to her own lips and sucked the fluids off.

Amy reached blindly for Megan's hand, and found it between Megan's legs, rubbing. She sighed out a long-held breath through an open mouth. "Linda hasn't had a chance to come yet. If she was really Zoey, I don't imagine Steffi would let her. I hope at least part of Steffi remembers it's Linda."

Megan, her wide eyes glued to the screen, nodded. "Hope so too. Steffi really owes her one."

"Least she let her eat something."

"Good sign."

Amy realized her focus was wandering again, and snapped it back to attention. Of course, Megan was on duty as well, and Bill in the other room. But Amy didn't want it to be her fault if there was any flaw in Steffi's permanent record of Linda's great final performance.

There hadn't been much movement in awhile. Linda, taking advantage of the overstuffed chair's roomy dimensions, had moved to the side of Steffi, who was still upright in a normal sitting position. Linda had her legs wrapped around Steffi's waist, her left thigh drawn up to serve as Steffi's backrest, her right across Steffi's stomach, her pussy pressed against Steffi's hip. Her arms were similarly around Steffi, her right forearm propped up by her thigh, her fingers idly playing with Steffi's left breast, cupping it and occasionally squeezing it fondly. Her chin was resting on Steffi's shoulder, and she looked down from time to time to give Steffi's shoulder a kiss, but mostly kept her eyes on Steffi's so Steffi, who opened hers occasionally, could see Zoey's face whenever she wanted to remind herself who was fondling her.

Amy could tell Linda was horny -- not only from her occasional hip twitches, but also from the visible wet streak on Steffi's hip where Linda's pussy was rubbing -- but Linda obviously was determined to avoid an orgasm until she had some sort of permission from Steffi. She was using the time between lovemaking sessions to paint Steffi's fantasy in brighter, clearer colors, speaking in a soft, dreamy voice that was nevertheless clear enough for the microphone to pick up.

"I love remembering when we first got together. In school. Everybody thought I was such hot shit." She giggled, then grew serious again. "Most of them were afraid of me. Or at least nervous. But you seemed so... confident. Confident that we'd be good friends. You always talked to me like a real person. I felt like I was special to you -- and not the same way as everybody else. It was like... I was special to you as a person, not as some bigger than life celebrity up on a pedestal."

Amy marveled that Linda seemed to be making this up on the fly. They hadn't talked about this beforehand. None of the girls, Linda included, had known of Steffi's intention to force a Zoey-in-love-with-Stefanie scenario. Now Linda was tweaking what she knew about Steffi and Zoey in high school, taking the history of their relationship from that point in a different direction from the one it had actually taken.

"You just... filled such a big hole for me. Everybody was so artificial around me, all the movie people, all the kids at school, everybody, everywhere I went. Except you. You were so real. And I knew I just had to have you in my life, always." Linda paused in her storytelling to give Steffi a tighter squeeze with her arms and legs, kissing her shoulder again.

"It got so hard after that, with you in college, and me mostly away. Getting the bigger parts, where I had to be on location for weeks instead of a couple of days. I just would have gone crazy if I couldn't talk to you on the phone every night." She giggled again. "I don't know when you had a chance to get your homework done. I'm sorry, I just needed you so much."

She squeezed Steffi again. "I still do! More than ever! I know I wasn't acting like it, and I'm so, so sorry."

Linda suddenly sat upright, with a big grin. "Stef! I just thought! You know what else we haven't done for a long time?"

Steffi, bemused, said, "What's that?"

Linda giggled. "Take a bath together! Remember when we used to do that all the time?" She leaned into Steffi and kissed her throat, and went on in a seductive voice, "And afterwards it felt so nice making love in the bed, with our skin feeling so fresh and clean."

As soon as Steffi smiled, Linda disentangled herself and jumped out of the chair. "Let me go start the water running. Then we can cuddle some more while we're waiting for it to fill." She dashed into the small bathroom off the main room, and moments later the sound of running water could be heard.

Amy smiled, knowing that had been an easy call for Linda. Obviously Steffi had planned on something like that -- the fact that she'd put a tub in the bathroom to begin with made it clear. Sudden Amy gasped. "Oh! Honey, is there a camera in there? There must be. Do you see a control for it?"

Megan swept her eyes over the panel. "Shit, where would it... Oh! Got it." She flipped a switch, and the monitor suddenly showed the interior of the bathroom. Megan had to turn the camera, but quickly found Linda, picking out some bath salts and pouring them out into the already steaming water. She stopped off at the toilet and relieved herself -- relieving Amy as well, who'd been worried about whether she would be allowed to have the opportunity. Linda finished up and ran back out into the main room, curling herself into her former position in the chair for a little more kissing time with Steffi, as Megan switched back to the main camera.

The tub being full some minutes later, Linda led Steffi by the hand. She giggled. "I feel like it's all new again. The way it was when we first got together." She turned off the water, testing the temperature with her fingers, and climbed in carefully, sinking slowly into the obviously-warm water.

The metal cuffs, Amy recalled, were waterproof, the electronics sealed within -- the electrodes in contact with her skin were safe in the water as long as they weren't charged.

Linda reached up her hand to Steffi, smiling. In return Steffi gave her what appeared, to Amy, to be a mischievous grin, and sat with her thighs perched on the side of the tub, her butt overhanging, stroking Linda's hair as if fondly -- then gave a stage gasp, pretending horror, and exclaimed, "Oh, no, I thought I could hold it... all that running water, I guess," and let go with a stream of urine straight down into the water over Linda's lap. As Steffi moved around in seeming confusion, the stream landed for a moment directly on Linda's stomach, some of it splashing as far as her chin, and then into the water again.

Steffi held both hands to her face, and said, in a sing-song voice of fake sincerity, "I am SO sorry, Zoey dear! I really should have taken care of that earlier. Now I don't want to get it all over the floor." The stream of pee continued.

Amy struggled to stifle her laughter at the expression on Linda's face -- Linda just hadn't seen this coming at all, and she stared open-mouthed as the yellow cloud of urine spread out and surrounded her. It was, Amy thought, a tribute to Linda's preparation, immersing herself for two months in every detail of Zoey's life and personality, that she was able to react as Zoey here. Linda's jaw clenched in obvious internal fury, yet she bit back the shout of anger that would come from a normal Zoey, because Linda was a Zoey terrified by Steffi's power over her -- at all costs Zoey had to maintain the character of Zoey-who-adored-Steffi, or risk the loss of every woman's birthright, the right to have the meat of her body nourish a grateful human race. Breathing fast and hard, she stammered, "It's, it's... it's okay, darling, really. We can just empty the tub... start over..." She stood, the urine-soaked bathwater running down her body, and reached back down into it, grimacing at the further contact, to pull the plug.

Steffi, done peeing at last, stood beside the tub. "We can just go snuggle a little more while it's filling."

"S-sure. Just makes... the anticipation makes it more fun. I'll just rinse out the tub and... myself, and I'll be back out there in a few minutes."

Megan stayed with the bathroom cam as Linda wiped down the sides of the drained tub and splashed some running water over the surface, keeping her face for the most part turned away from the camera. Knowing Linda, Amy understood Linda was finding the situation funny in a way Zoey never would, and was avoiding the camera while she worked to get her expression back under control.

Linda spent a few minutes in the adjacent shower stall (big enough for two, Amy could see), toweled off and rejoined Steffi in the main room.

Megan, still working the controls, grinned. "We've got to see if we can get our own copy of this video."

Amy laughed softly. "Pretty doubtful, but we can try."

The bath proceeded without further unpleasantness. Steffi seemed content with the spectacle of Zoey forced to act as an attentive lover in an intimate setting. Their washing of each other with soapy sponges was interrupted once by a mutual giggling fit as they tried to splash each other with water squirted out between their palms, and more often by long kisses as they held each other close, Linda's wet breasts slipping against Steffi's.

As the water at length turned cold, they emerged from the tub, Linda drying herself and then volunteering to dry Steffi ("I always loved doing that"), and they returned to the main room, holding hands and bumping up giggling against each other.

Linda pulled Steffi directly to the bed, breathing softly "Your skin feels so good, I want you so much, I love you Stef..." as they fell side by side facing each other and Linda pulled Steffi towards her. Amy smiled at the way Steffi's eyes lit up when Linda suggested, "Let's do that thing where we try to keep each other close to the edge as long as we can without going over." Amy had done that with Linda often enough to know she was one of the best.

Amy looked at the clock in the console, and blinked. It was 10 pm. She hadn't realized so much time had gone by. She rubbed Megan's arm. "Why don't you get some sleep, hon? I don't think they're going to move much from there. I'll get you up around 2 or so."

Megan grinned and kissed her, standing and stretching. "If anything really neat happens before then, call me." She retreated to the back of the room, stripped off her uniform and got in the shower. She opened the fridge afterwards, and called out, "Sandwich, sweetie?"

Amy giggled. "Oh, I guess we did kind of miss dinner. I just got so absorbed watching. Thanks, yeah. Could you make me a girlmeat sandwich, with mustard? And soda. Oh, see if there's any chips in the cupboard, or something like that."

"Sure."

Minutes later they sat side by side, snacking and watching the screen. Steffi and Linda were holding each other tightly, each with the top of her right thigh rubbing against the other's pussy, hips twitching slightly, holding a continuous kiss, each moaning softly from time to time.

Their dinners completed, Amy kissed Megan, their lips clinging together longer than usual. Amy rubbed her roommate's back. "Night, hon. I promise, anything fun happens I'll let you know."

Steffi and Linda managed to hold off their orgasms for about an hour, but at last their energy levels picked up and it was obvious to Amy that they couldn't last much longer. Steffi's moans came louder and faster, and at last she let go her customary scream. Amy pumped her fists and whispered, "All right!" when she saw the familiar signs that Linda had come as well. She mentally apologized to Megan. It had all happened too quickly to let her know.

Steffi and Linda lay together motionless now, still holding each other but apparently drifting to sleep. Amy picked up the cell phone and gave Bill a call, telling him she and Megan would trade off watching through the night, and that he could get some sleep.

Amy looked back towards the now-sleeping Megan. Thinking about how right, how perfect this ending was for Linda brought her back to thoughts about Megan's demise. Amy knew what kind of show she wanted for herself, but she was starting to regard Megan as a bit of a problem. Amy wanted a hanging for Megan that would stand out, the sort of ending that a talent as special as Megan's deserved. That Megan herself seemed to have no particular preferences was beginning to alarm Amy. She can't just have an ordinary show, Amy found herself thinking again and again. But she was at a loss to visualize exactly what sort of show would both make Megan happy and also tell everyone watching that they were witnessing something unique.

The most frustrating thing was that Amy constantly had that tip-of-the-tongue sensation telling her that she knew the answer, that it was in the back of her mind where she just couldn't quite see it. Every time she gave the subject thought, she felt as though she came that close to a revelation that would make it all come clear. She could even feel the "Yes, that's it, that's it!" starting in her head, the celebration of the brilliant solution then aborted when she realized that the idea hadn't materialized.

And she knew it didn't do any good to solicit thoughts on the subject from Megan herself.

Amy's attention wandered several times, and she had to slap herself to bring it back.

At 2 am, she went over to the bed, leaned over it and kissed Megan awake. "Nothing going on, hon. Call me about... six, or so. I'm pretty sure they'll sleep at least until then."

Megan rubbed her eyes and grinned sleepily. She moved over to the console, telling Amy, "I'll let you know if they don't."

"Thanks."

Amy took a quick shower. It felt odd showering without Megan when Megan was just a few feet away. Sighing with exhaustion, she crept into the bed. She was asleep within minutes.