Note: Author preceeds the section they wrote. Keep in mind that this story was written by members of the Smut Court; some parts may not be suitable for younger readers.

Written by Dee

Blinking, Dee gasped as she found herself in a very drab waiting room. Arranged in a circle around the room were several empty chairs, soon to be occupied by other listians who would be attending the group therapy. Turning in a full circle she realized there was no door to exit the room, only a rather bored looking receptionist next to the in-door.

The plaque on the door read: Group Therapy/Primal Scream Therapy

Grinning evilly, Dee pulled off her ski cap freeing her new one inch of hair, and sat in one of the empty chairs. Group therapy came later, now was the time to enjoy her revenge. Jareth's session was already underway...

Jareth's head was spinning. Blinking once, the room went from a dark mass to a light one. Blinking again, it all cleared and he found himself tied to a couch for the second time that week. Glancing around the room, he didn't see 00-Smut anywhere, but this evil reeked of her.

Glancing at the 60's, orange, shag carpeting and the brown and pink drapes Jareth couldn't help but shutter in disgust. It was bad enough abducting him, but putting him in here, the horror! The decor got worse as he saw a white retro chair shaped like a hand, and the rip off prints of Andy Warhol.

"I see you are awake now, that's groovy baby." From behind the couch, Jareth watched in horror as a shag haired man with worse teeth than himself pranced toward the chair, his thick framed glasses making him look deranged. "My friend Dee, a very shagadelic baby, asked me to work some mojo on you. Crikey, forgive and forget."

Hearing the swinger smut pour from his mouth made Jareth shudder again. He was going to kill her, and any other listian he could get his hands on.

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Written by: PP Lisa King

"Who...who *are* you?" Jareth croaked.

"My name's Powers, Austin Powers," the man replied, flashing that hideous smile once more. "And you are a man in need of some juicy good karma, baby! Yeah!"

Jareth shuddered violently.

"So, man, where would you like to start the healing? Your childhood? Your sexually confusing adolescence? Your first time?" Austin winked at the shocked Goblin King.

"HELP ME, MOMMY!" he shrieked. Jareth struggled to break free of his bonds. Damn those listians! Damn them all to hell!

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Meanwhile, out in the waiting room..

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Dee closed her eyes for just a second. Yet, when she opened them, she wasn't alone.

"What in the hell?" the other girl shouted, surprised to be suddenly spirited into the waiting room. She whirled around, getting stock of her surroundings.

"Uh, hello?"

"Who are you?" Lisa asked.

"00-Smut," Dee said, grinning. Lisa stared in blank shock for about two whole seconds, then squealed like a piggy, in joy.

"Why are we here?" she asked a few minutes later.

"Therapy," Dee replied, pointing to the sign.

"Primal Scream?" the Pervert Princess inquired with a smirk, turning back to her friend. "Do I even want to know?"

"NEXT!" the secretary belted out suddenly. Dee got up to go into the room. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU DOING?" the irate woman yelled.

"Uh..."

"NOT YOU!" she pointed to Lisa. "HER!"

Shrugging, the Pervert Princess waltzed right by. Dee sat back down, muttering darkly about how unfair life was.

***

Lisa walked into the room, feeling like she'd gone back in time. Seeing the ripoff Warhol portraits on the walls, she fought the urge to rip them down and throw them out the window. **Damn bastards copying the greatest - ** Her thought was interrupted as she spied a hog-tied Goblin King on the couch. Fighting down laughter at his pitiful expression, she turned as someone spoke.

"Is this one of those groovy listians you told me about?" Austin asked the miserable GK.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice the epitome of sadness and pain. "This is the one who torments me in the cruelest ways."

"What?!" Lisa shrieked in outrage.

"What did she do to ya, man?"

"Well," Jareth began, "For starters, she humiliated me at my own birthday party a few months ago. Then, to my utmost horror, she told the entire list about our one night stand together. Plus, whenever I try to visit her, she sics her dogs on me." Jareth shuddered. "Damn poodles," he whispered.

Austin exchanged a look with Lisa, smiling at the Goblin King's fear of poodles. Lisa shrugged.

"Well, old boy, is that all?" Powers asked.

Jareth chewed his lower lip thoughtfully. "Well, no. There's more, but it's too personal to tell *you*." He glared at Austin.

"Hey, man, just trying to help you out here! No need to freak out!" Powers leaned closer. "Come on, baby, tell Austin what's wrong between you two cats!"

"NO!" Jareth and Lisa shouted together. The International Spy blinked in surprise. Adjusting his glasses, he turned to the Pervert Princess.

"Now then, Lisa. Is there anything you would like to talk about?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well," she began. "I would like to complain about a constant thorn in my side. Something that has tormented me night and day for nearly ten years. Something with blonde hair and a big package."

"HEY! Do you mind? I'm right here!" Jareth whined. Lisa glared at him.

"As I was saying, this *thing* that annoys me so much, never lets me finish a sentence, never lets me come to his parties, never lets me borrow his car..."

Lisa went on for quite some time. Austin listened attentively. Jareth frowned, cursed her, cursed himself, cursed his bonds, and generally cursed ever meeting the Pervert Princess.

"...and that's when I told him, 'Hey, that's *my* pencil.' He said, 'Do you really want it back?' I slapped him, and he tried to sue me. But the judge laughed him out of the courtroom."

"I...see," Austin replied thoughtfully. He glanced at Jareth. Lisa waited for a response.

"Well?" she prompted him.

"I think you two cats need to mellow out. Just go romp a couple times, and it'll all be better in the morning!"

Jareth shot a look at Lisa. Lisa shot a look at Jareth. Wordlessly, she untied his bonds, and they left through a door that mysteriously appeared in the wall.

"That's better, man! Yeah!" Austin mused to himself. He called for the next vict- er, patient.

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Written by: Jade

Looking around with a confused expression, Jade stared wide eyed at the change in her surroundings. Before she could recover, she was hugged from behind, by a very sinister friend. Screaming in fright, she spun around to see Dee grinning evilly back.

"Don't do that to me. Are you trying to scare me to death?" Jade asked nervously. "What are we doing here? And just where is here?"

"Sunyside Sanity Offices. We are here for therapy." Dee replied.

"I don't need therapy. I am the only sane one of the whole bunch." Jade replied, crossing her arms in protest.

"Denial, I think they have a specialist for that." Dee shot back at her.

"I am not in denial," Jade said, finally taking in her surroundings. Glancing around she saw different signs above different doors. "Primal Scream? What nut come up with that?" Jade grinned, then cringed when she saw a strange man come out of a room. "Oh good grief, who does he think he is? Austin Powers?"

"At your service Baby," he replied, bearing his not so pleasant smile.

"Not mine, take her!" Jade shouted, pushing Dee in front of her.

"Come on baby, I have just the therapist for you." he stated, grabbing Jade's arm.

"No, take Dee. She was here first, it is only right." Jade stated, trying to pull away.

"No baby, it's your turn. Primal Scream therapy, very groovy, baby. Yes."

Jade looked back at Dee for help only to be met with an evil grin before she was pushed through a door. Spinning around, she grasped the handle only to have it pulled from her hand as the door was slammed shut.

"Let me out of here you nut!" Jade yelled, hitting the door with her fist.

"That's it, let the anger go," a voice stated softly from behind startling Jade.

Slowly turning around, Jade gasped at the sight and backed up against the door as far as she could. "This isn't happening," she stated.

"Good. I can see already that you will be quite a challenge," he stated softly, his blue eyes twinkling with mystery.

"This is a joke, right? You aren't real," she said, eying him suspiciously.

"Of course I am real. Would I be here if I weren't?" he asked, taking a step closer. Jade, not knowing what else to do, let loose an ear shattering scream.

Out in the waiting room, Dee smiled smugly.

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Written by: Dee

Tapping her foot impatiently against the carpeting, Dee glanced around the drab room. Both Lisa and Jade had been gone for hours, and it was getting lonely and boring in the waiting room. Glancing across the room, she watched as the receptionist systematicaly twitched each time her boot tapped on the floor. At least she was getting some satisfaction out of that.

Stifling a yawn, she thrust her hands into her sweat-jacket pockets, hoping to find something entertaining in there. A nail file, eyeliner, necklace, some ugly state quarters and a tube of chapstick were not going to cut it. Eyeing her nemesis from where she sat, a slow smile spread across her face.

"Miss, excuse me. I *really* have to go to the bathroom," Dee called as she stood and proceeded to do the "pee-pee dance". The receptionist looked at her skepticaly. "Come on! I promise I'll stop tapping when I am done!!"

Not saying a word, she pointed toward one of the doors.

Smiling, Dee waited until she wasn't looking, and went down a door of her choosing. "I am so sick of sitting here," Dee mumbled. "This is supposed to be torture for Jareth, not for me!" Walking down the length of the hall, she read all the markers on the doors as she passed. "Powers, Skywalker.... " Crinkling her nose, Dee ignored the moaning and the screaming come from behind each of those doors. Jotting down a mental note to her self, Dee reminded herself to look into actual therapy later for what that implied.

Shaking her head, she just continued down the corridor until she read a name plaque that stopped her dead in her tracks. "No," the whispered, "It can't be!"

Just then, the door in question creaked open and the smell of incense floated through the air. "You here for tantric therapy," came a soft and sexy british voice.

For the first time in her life, Dee was at a loss for words. (Everyone mark this one on the calendar)

Out in the waiting room, the receptionist prepared for their next visitor.

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Written by Essy

Suddenly two girls carrying schoolbags and talking to each other, appeared in the Sunnyside Sanity offices.

Since the two girls in question were Essy and Becki, they hadn't even noticed yet that they were no longer at college.

"...so then Evilaine asks why I haven't done them yet and when I tell her that it's because the subject makes me want to gnaw my own wrists open, she yells at me! I'm gonna rise up and slay something if this carries on...and you're nearest!"

"Deep cleansing breath?" suggested Becki, before looking round and noticing that they'd been transported to a waiting room without realising.

"Er...Clare?"

Essy took in the room. Made an 'mmm' noise and continued to bitch about her teachers.

"And D-mo seems to take it as a personal insult to his teaching when I forget, he just doesn't seem to realise that I actually have a life y'know. Well...maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but I have an almost life and it does *not* involve Philosophy lessons!"

Becki had heard this particular spiel before and went over to chat to Dee.

"I'm guessing this is Jareth's work?"

"Nope, Austin Powers."

Becki did the sort of double-take not normally seen outside of Tom and Jerry cartoons.

"Austin Powers?"

"Yup."

"Huh."

Essy, having finished her rant, came over to join them. "Did you say that Austin Powers is in there?"

"Yup."

"In that office, marked 'Group Therapy/Primal Scream Therapy, Dr A. Powers, Psycotherapist'?"

"No, in that office marked 'Group Therapy/Primal Scream Therapy, Dr A. Powers Psycho the rapist.'"

Essy nodded slowly. "Oh. Just checking. Who's in there now?"

"Jade."

"She's screaming really loudly. You think she's okay? Should we go in and help her?"

They paused for a moment and considered this.

"So, this psychotherapist walks into a bar..."

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Written by: Smut Queen, Lisa Weber

In the middle of grabbing a new load of laundry, I found myself plunked down in a waiting room of sorts. Looking around quickly, I noticed Essy standing with her friend Becki. Grinning broadly and dropping my armload of clothes, I bounded over to them.

"What the hell happened? Were the heck are we?" I asked, eyeballing the room.

"You will have to be quiet young lady," the receptionist stated.

"Me? Quiet? Do you have any idea who you are talking to?" I asked with a raise of my brow.

"Lisa Weber, 24 of Washington. Goes by the name of Smut Queen, follows The Mayfield Four from show to show, and writes naughty letters to the bassist."

"Well that answers that, I suppose" I said, with a smirk on my face.

"So what are we suppose to do now? And just what the hell are we here for?" I asked, tapping my foot impatiently. "I *do* have things to do, you know...laundry, email, snail mail..." and I started to tick off the errands on my fingers.

"Shhh" the lady behind the desk warned.

"Shoosh yourself, lady!"

"Far as I can tell, Princess, Jade and Dee are already here."

"And?" I prodded, not being known for my patience. "Where are they, then!?"

"Seems we are here for therapy. Jade is in a room down the hall....screaming like a loon, and Lisa.....well, it's a bit too quiet where she is!"

"Oh now that's a good one. Therapy? Pshaw!! What a riot!" I countered, cackling loudly. "Who needs therapy when you have Mayfield Four members calling you for your birthday?"

"Come with me young lady, I can't have you disrupting my waiting room." the woman said, grasping my arm.

"Get your damn hands off of me, woman! I don't think I need to be led anywhere." I bit back, pulling away from her. Glancing at the row of doors, I spat out "I can find my own way out, and *you* can kiss my ass!" and promptly turned to pick a door.

Before I knew it, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my middle and hauled me off to a secluded room, screaming all the way.

"Let GO of me, you big beefy whore! Just *wait* until I get my hands on you! Your ass is MINE!!!!" I yelled, until finally I was silenced by the closing of a heavy door.

Fuming in my little room, I didn't notice a panel slide open until a manly voice whispered in my ear "at last, my little roll, I have you alone"

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Written by Jade

A hand clamped across Jade's mouth, cutting her scream off. Her eyes wide in disbelief, she saw a smile break out across his face.

"If you quit screaming, I will let go. Deal?" he asked, watching her curiously.

Jade nodded her head and felt his hand leave her mouth. Taking a breath, she tried to calm down. It wasn't working. Jade closed her eyes hoping that when she opened them again, she would be at home where she belonged. Slowly she opened her eyes to see the same blue eyes looking back at her. Oh good lord, she was locked in a room with Luke Skywalker.

"Now that you are calm, shall we begin?" he asked, taking a step back.

"Begin?" she asked, looking around the room. Her eyes surveyed her surroundings and was taken by surprise at how peaceful and normal it appeared to be. The room was white with a lightsaber hanging on the far wall. Sunlight filtered in a small window and the curtains blew softly wafting upon a light breeze. Her gaze fell across white couches and she shuddered to think why there were so many.

"Are you paying attention?" Luke asked, slightly amused.

"What?" she hastily replied. Glancing back at him, she saw amusement written across his features. Turning around, she grasped the knob with every intention of leaving, but the door never budged. "Blast it," she whispered, knowing she was trapped.

"You can't get out that way," he uttered, making her acknowledge him. Luke motioned for her to sit down, but she never moved. Smiling at her stubbornness, he nodded and sat upon the corner of a couch. "You can stand if you like."

"Why am I here?" she asked.

"For therapy of course," he replied.

"I don't need therapy and who ever had this bright idea should be locked up," she replied, a small smile forming upon her lips. Here she was with one of the most incredible men she could think of and all she wanted to do was bolt out the door. Maybe she was crazy after all.

"No, you aren't crazy," he stated, watching a look of surprise fill her face.

"Don't do that again," she said.

"Why not? If it is the only way to get an answer from you, then where is the harm in it?" he asked, watching her closely.

"You shouldn't read other people's minds. It's rude," she bit back at him. She watched him get to his feet and walk toward her again. "Stay back or I'll scream again," she threatened.

"Go ahead, this is Primal Scream Therapy. I think they are use to a little screaming by now." he replied, still moving towards her. "But do you know there are other ways to make a woman scream?" Luke asked, a broad smile on his face.

"Don't even think about it," Jade warned.

"Why do you fight me so?" he asked, now standing in front of her again.

"Because I can," she replied simply.

"Yes, but you don't really want to, now do you?" he questioned, his voice soothing.

"Does it matter?" she retorted, taking a step back and hitting her back on the door.

"Of course it does. You should do what makes you happy," he replied, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Why do you think you are here?"

"I have no clue," she replied.

"You have friends who think you need to relax, don't you?" he stated.

"Maybe, but-"

"No buts," he said, taking her hand and leading her to a couch. Sitting her down, he smiled and sat down beside her. "Now then, let's hear you scream. Release all that tension you hold," he said soothingly.

Jade took a deep breath and screamed for all she was worth. Before she knew what was happening, he had caught her off guard and her screams slowly became different.

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Written by Gemma

"Gotta get up, gotta get out...dada dahhhh dada dadada dahhhh..." Gemma sang along with the TV blaring out in the corner.

Suddenly a voice came from behind her.

"And, err...which one might you be?" Essy asked as she looked the new arrival to Sunyside Sanity Offices up and down. Gemma stopped singing and stood gobsmacked as she realized she wasn't in her bedroom anymore.

Essy folded her arms, the grin wide on her face whilst, bemused, Gemma turned her attention to Becki who was trying...and failing to conceal her giggles by clamping her hands firmly over her mouth. They watched as LFG's face turned beetred and loud snorts escaped through the cracks in herfingers.

Turning away from the two obviously mental girls, Gemma saw, with some relief, that they weren't alone. An irate-looking woman sat behind a desk in the corner of the room. She began to say hello but before she could open her mouth the woman looked up and immediately burst out laughing.

Following her gaze down Gemma gasped as she realized what was so funny...

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Austin Powers leaned over to the intercom on his desk, purposely sticking his bum high in the air. "Juicy, send in the next patient."

As he waited for the next listian to play with, he sat back, closed his eyes and listened to the music of the mayhem that surrounded him.

The screams that had come from Skywalker's room had abruptly stopped only to be followed by another shriek in Wingfield's. "Yeah, baby," he said as he smiled to himself .

As he silently planned what he would do with the other listians an explosion of laughter erupted from the waiting room.

****

A huge grin spread over Austin's face at the sight which greeted him as he opened the waiting room door. Not only were there two more fresh victims for his mind-warping therapy but when they turned to face him they revealed one more...a red faced girl wearing just an 'I love Darcy' T-shirt and big teddy bear slippers.

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Written by Kara Benton

Kara opened the outside door to her dorm and stepped in, finding herself in unfamiliar territory.

"What the...?"

"Hi. Who are you?" Kara turned around and saw two girls standing behind her.

"I'm Kara. What's going on here?"

"Austin Powers decided to give us group therapy."

"What? Austin Powers?"

"Uh huh."

"This can't be good."

"Next!" The receptionist shouted.

"Which one of us next?" Kara asked her companions. They shugged and looked back at the receptionist. Before Kara could ask, Austin Powers emerged from his office and grabbed her by the arm.

"You baby."

"What? Me? No, I'm not ready. I'll just wait here. I think they were here before me." Austin didn't seem to care, and pushed her into a small dimly lit office, closing the door behind her. "Damnit. How the hell did I get into this?"

"It really isn't difficult to understand." Kara froze; she knew that voice. Taking a deep breath, she slowly faced the room and let out a startled gasp when she saw him.

"Oh my god! David Bowie is my therapist?"

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Written by Lisa Weber SQ

Gasping in shock and surprise, I spun around, almost smacking my head into his nose.

"Marty!!!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around him in a bear hug. "What are YOU doing here!!?!?!?"

Winking at me, he said "Well, I've got my secrets, just as you do, and you'll find out soon enough" and walked over to the window.

I admired the view as he went, how his long legs moved with such grace, and how his black pants fit him to perfection, and wiped my now-sweaty palms on my jeans just as he turned back and walked towards me.

"Lisa....do you remember those letters you sent me" he asked, a twinkle in his eye. " All the time when you were sending those, it was you I pictured underneath me, you I pictured in my mind as I read......do you have any idea what those did to me?"

"Well I..." I managed to say, just before he pulled me against him an a tight embrace, his lips gently pushing against mine for a moment in a sweet kiss. Oh, how I had waited and dreamed of this for months before!!!!!

Pinning me up against the wall, his mouth merely a breath from mine, he whispered "do you remember when you wrote me about the concert dream? That got me so hot, and I've wanted to do something about this for almost a year now, but there was never any time when we were *alone*" and slowly he ran his hand down my shirt. Grasping the hem of it, he slid his hand under the shirt and over my ribs, his hands warm against my skin.

A million thoughts flashed through my head, of how I had waited for this, wanting him secretly for so long, until it came out and he *knew*, and loving him from afar. Worries came to mind then. Worries that I wouldn't be sexy enough, thin enough, pretty enough.....*good* enough, and I pushed his hand off and turned away from him.

"I....I'm sorry, Marty. I can't...." I stammered, my heart in my throat. **What was I DOING**, I thought angrily to myself. **He's here, you're here, you're ALONE, what the hell do you think you are DOING?!?** Still, I couldn't turn around, I was stuck there, self depracating thoughts running through my head.

Confused, he put his hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you...?"

"No, it's just that.....I'm not skinny like *her*. You fell in love with *her*, and she was skinny, and had that cute accent, and....and..." I said, unable to come up with anything better.

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Written by Lisa King PP

Except Kara was *wrong*! David Bowie was her therapist, true, but he wasn't alone. From the other corner of the room, the Goblin King walked out of the shadows. Kara swallowed nervously, then threw herself at the two men, screaming something incoherent about dreams coming true...

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Down the hall...

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Lisa slowly eased the door open to Jareth's "therapy room." She mentally snorted. That had been *some* therapy! She tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, nervous for a reason she couldn't fathom.

'Door number one...door number two...which is it going to be now?'

Lisa stopped, as she came to a red-paneled entrance. There was something...erotic about this door. And it was just a *door*, for crying out loud! Shiny red wood, with little designs etched in it...Upon closer inspection, the designed proved to be cavorting nymphs! Lisa gasped in shock, then put her hand to her mouth to hold in an ear-splitting scream as she read the name plaque...

**Dr. Frank-N-Furter, Sex Therapist**

There was no hesitation as Lisa threw open the door, and then...there he was, in *all* his glory! Fish nets! Corset! Heels! Lipstick! The Pervert Princess stood slack-jawed in disbelief.

"Well," the Doctor murmured seductively. "Hmm-hmmmm. Well well *well*! Who *do* we have," he paused to chuckle, a deep throaty sound, "here?"

Lisa muttered something, running a hand through her hair and pinching herself.

"What was that?" Frank asked, rising elegantly from behind his desk, and striding toward the aroused - er, *frightened* listian.

"I said," she cleared her throat, "that I forgot to bring my rubber gloves." She blushes a bright red.

"Oh, *that*," he dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "We've got *plenty* of..." Another rich chuckle. "*everything*." He threw back his head, and a wall opened up, revealing the complete inventory of every sex shop ever built.

Lisa did the only thing she could. The only thing she *should* have done. It was absolutely the only possibility, considering the situation.

She ripped her clothes off, then Frank's.

***

It was a good thing that *particular* doctor's office had sound-proof walls.

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Written by Dee

Rising from her desk, the snotty secretary glanced at the chattering women in her waiting room. "NEXT!" She shouted. "I don't know which of you this if for."

"What?" Essy snapped, glancing at Becki. "Who's the therapist?"

The secratary searched through a tall stack of papers before retreiving a post-it note from the bottom. "Mr.... Merton?"

Essys laughter was all that could be heard.

Dee laughed nervously. She couldn't breath. She couldn't move. The sandlewood incense was overpowering, and it it wern't for the fact that her knees had locked, she would of fallen over. "Sting?" She murmmered as she mechanicly walked/shuffled, into the room.

"Yes, that's me." Wearing only white linen workout pants, Sting eminated a glow of godliness. Dee had to clamp her mouth to stop herself from drooling. Unmoving she watched as he took a seat on a light blue yoga mat, and motioned for her to do the same.

Removing her sweatjacket and her boots, Dee giggled nervousley, she looked hideous! In a Leopard print tank-top and raver-blue jeans she looked like she had fallen out of a bad music video. Blushing hoplessley, she took a seat across from Sting, and watched as he centered him self yoga style.

"What exactly are you going to teach me about Tantra?" She inquired, slowly getting her nerve back.

Regarding her with a smile, Sting laughed softly. "Did you know what I can have sex for 8 hours, Tantric Sex. Very centering."

Nodding gleefuly, Dee grinned. "Actualy, I did. That's amazing. Don't you get.. bored?"

"Of course, that's why you're not my only pupil today." His words were marked by a sharp knock on the door. "That should be him now."

Glancing up as the door opened, Dee fell over on the mat grinning like a fool.

Looking at the girl on the floor, the tall, thin British man only shruged and looked at Sting. "What's gotten into her?"

Sting only shrugged at the actor. "She's excitable, best I can tell. Sorry, Peter."

"Quite ok," the actor ran his fingers through his hair as he removed his jacket, shirt and shoes so he was dressed similarly to Sting.

Popping up on the mat, Dee smiled love struck at the new-comer. "So, you're going to teach us Tantric Sex?"

Sting nodded, then looked shocked as Dee pumped her fist in the air and shreiked, "Yeeee-Haaw!"

In the waiting room, Essy and Becki were still laughing.

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Written by Fairy

*suddenly, in a tiny storm of green and silver glitter, Fairy appears in the waiting room midair and promptly falls on her butt*

Essy looked up. "Nice entrance, FB!"

Fairy rubbed her rear end sheepishly. "Owww. Gotta work on that. Sorry I'm late, I had tons of homework and a fight with my father."

The secretary looked up through her spectacles. "Allison Kleber?" Meekly, Fairy took the card she held out. On it was a room number. 316.

"Ariga- thank you," she murmured, and walked down a nearby hallway until she came to the last door. Her eyes about popped out of their sockets. The plate on the door read, "Kou, Kou and Kou... therapists no hentai" a bad combination of Japanese and English, but the names...!

She knocked cautiously on the door. It was opened by a very tall boy of about 18, with reddish brown hair in a long ponytail, and a high forehead. "Ohayo," he said politely, and she wondered then if it was morning. Good yes, morning...?

"Taiki," she breathed. He ushered her into a room full of couches and cushions, on which lounged two more ponytailed guys, a short one with white hair and a middling one with wild black hair and sunglasses.

"Hiya."

"Hey there, baby."

She stood there staring. "Yaten-sama! Seiya!"

These were the three Sailor Starlights from the last season of Sailormoon. Senshi from another planet, they became female when they transformed, and wore leather bikini-like sailor uniforms. They were also Jpop singers and gorgeous in either gender.

Fairy felt her knees give, and she fell into Yaten's arms. He set her down on the couch. Gently.

Seiya stroked her hair. "Relax, sweetheart," the playboy said smoothly.

Taiki stood next to him. "Everything will be all right," smoothed the brain.

Yaten crouched down in front of her, a mischievious twinkle in his eyes. "Would you like your... 'therapy' now?" her favorite inquired teasingly.

The young listian was already feeling that the room was too hot for clothing. Sexy men who could also be sexy women... "H-hai..."

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Written by Megan

Megan sighed, it had been one crappy day. At least I can go home, put on some pjs and relax, she thought to herself as she stepped out of her school and... found herself in hall outside what appeared to be a waiting room of some kind. She took a peak inside caught a glimpse of the witch sitting at the receptionist desk, and decided to screw it. Her day had been bad enough, no way was she going to deal with the creature at the desk.

She wondered off down the hall, and heard an astonishing amount of moans as she passed by some doors. Reading the name plaques she smiled, Austin Powers, Dr. Frankenfurter, Sting, David Bowie, it just didn't get much better than this. She paused however when she reached the last door.

"What the hell?"

Instead of some drop dead sexy guy's name on it, it was hers. She went in, and looked around. All that was in the room was a giant four poster bed with thin gause curtains around it.

As she climbed on it, and discovered it was a feather bed, she said, "there had better be some damn sexy guy around here for me to share this bed with!"

"As you wish," a voice behind her replied.

She turned around and her jaw dropped, there dressed all in black was Carey Elwes. "Oh my God! Your the one I get to share this bed with?"

"Who else would you want?"

"Hmmm - Good question. Let's get started." She crawled onto the bed as seductively as she could manage with only half her mind working.

"As you wish," he replied again and began to strip.

"Oooooh," Megan squealed. One last thought entered her mind. "Sing the song, you know, the Robin Hood song."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes!"

"Fine, alright, since this is your therapy, I will, but just this once."

"Yay!"

The last thing Megan heard before incoherence set in was: "We're men, we're men in tights. Tights? Yes tights..."

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Written by Kara Benton

"Wow! This is so great! David Bowie and...Jareth? Wait a minute, why do I have two therapists?"

"Austin told me to be here." Jareth replied simply, as he sat down on a nearby sofa.

"Okay." Kara shrugged; it wasn't exactly a bad thing to be locked in a room with a Gobling King and DB. "So what are we supposed to do now?"

"What would you like to do?" David said as he took a seat across from Jareth.

"Well, Sailor. As long as you're here...I'd like to say a few things about BowieNet."

"Anything but that."

Kara sighed and plopped down, next to Jareth, with a puty look on her face. "Fine. You guys are the therapists; come up with something." Kara watched as the two men glaned at each other, mischevious smiles crossing their faces.

"Oh no. Whatever it is. No. Just no." Kara screamed as David picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Which way?" David said, turning to Jareth.

"Left."

"Hey! Where are you taking me? David! Jareth! Talk to me! Come on! You can't do this! Hey!" Kara could be heard screaming throughout the facility as the two carried her away.

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Written by Gemma

"What was that?" Gemma said as she sat up on her seat.

"uh?" Becki muttered.

"I thought I heard a scream...... sorry didnt mean to wake you!" Becki wiped her eyes.

" Ive been sitting here for what feels like hours. When are they going to get around to us?!" she whined.

"Mmm maybe no one wants to give therapy to a befuddled hamster" Essy giggled. She laughed even harder when she saw the confused look on Gemma's face.

"Well," Gemma said as she stood up, "I'm not sitting here any longer. Whilst everyone else is having a good time we're stuck here watching snot-nose over there file her nails." Gemma gestured to the far corner of the room . The receptionist didn't even look up, but instead continued focusing on her nails. Gemma sighed. "Its not fai...." The touch of a hand on her shoulder stopped her in mid sentance.

Gemma's eyes were filled will panic as she continued to face Becki and Essy. They just stared right back, also frozen with shock at the sudden entrance of this stranger. She began to turn around but before she could get a glimpse as to who this person was Essy had jumped up and ran towards them, pushing Gemma out of the way.

"MAULLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!! Essy yelled as she leapt onto him. "Maul??! Gemma and Becki gasped in unison.

*****

Gemma picked herself up off the floor and smoothed down her T-Shirt; she saw that Colins face had gotten dirt on it and her face flushed with anger, but as she looked towards Essy her jaw hit the floor. Darth Maul was indeed standing before them, (the tatoos were the obvious give-away) and there was Essy clinging to him.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms were tight around his neck, she had thown herself at him with such force that he had staggered back. Gemma thought she saw a look of fear in his eyes as Essy planted kisses all over his red and black face, but of course she was mistaken, Sith lords arent afraid of adoring fans - especially *female* adoring fans.

******

While Maul staggered out of the waiting room with Essy still clinging madly to him, Gemma and Becki went back to their seats and sat down - they were still warm.

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Written by Dee

Some Adult/Sensual Content

The room was silent, as Dee walked from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Biting her lip to stop from breaking the silence, she walked past both Peter and Sting who sat in the mats meditating in all their glory. Dropping her towel, she sat on her mat, barely even self conciouse, and turned herslf in-ward in her usual meditation. She cleared her mind, and thought only of love and the men around her.

It seemed like hours, the meditation wore on, and as time crept by the smell of sandlewood began to mix with the smell of vanilla. Opening her eyes, still centered, Dee saw that the lights were out and hundreds of amll white candles had been lit. Sting sat before her, locking eyes their meditation continued.

Again, lost in thought, goosbumps rose across her arms as Stings lips brushed against her own, gently at first. Murming, "Only when there is complete surrender to unconditional love can ecstasy and enlightenment be experienced," Dee lost herself into his kisses, the intamacy overwhelming.

All Dee could see in her mind was his prescence, his aura, and her body could feel his touch. It was maddening, and wonderful, all at once. It was ecstacy.

She could feel his heart beating, she could see his great power emminating from him. He was magic, he was a tease, he was amazing....

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Smiling softly to herself, the receptionist looked at the sheet in front of her. The little freak in the slippers actualy thought that she was going to give up Colin Firth to her. Laughing, she put Gemma's order at the bottom of the pile. No one was going to get that fine peice of man, if it wasn't going to her.

As if feeling the evil of her thoughts, Gemma's sixth sense (the Firth homing device), went off. Her eyes locked with the receptionist, and her glare turned to poison...

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Breathing deeply, she moaned softly, feeling Sting withdraw into himself, she could feel his presence leaving. Incredible, his love-making had been all consuming. Centering herself, she pulled herself up to sit and re-focus her energies. She was wonderful, her body was singing, but even after 8 hours she wasn't spent.

Eyes snapping open, she felt the prescence of another man, and a smile crept to her lips. She had forgotten about Peter. As stared into his eyes, she watched as he came forward to brush his lips across hers. Seems, enlightenment is bliss...

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Written by Christy

** Of Therapy and Tortures and many other things... **

It was Friday night. The Friday night before Valentines, no less. And you know what that means. Well, naturally, if you are reading this instead of passionately kissing Bowie, you know what it means. It means I was home. Alone. Very alone. The telephone wasn't even for me.

I tried not to be depressed by the fact that my snotty little smelly brother was getting more phone calls then I was. The only call I had gotten all day was from Barnes and Noble telling me my special order book was in. And that was the call I had been waiting all week for! Now what does THAT say about my social life?

Normally, this wouldn't have depressed me, but being surrounded by advertisments featuring Colgate smiling stick thin models receiving huge boxes of chocolate from bowing and drooling guys that could blind me by walking on the same side of the street as me, sort of had a down effect on my self-esteem. My only consolation was that the stick thin models would probably all get goblin-size zits from all the chocolate given by their devoting fans. That is if they paused from getting their pictures taken long enough to eat any. Actually, I was the only one eating chocolate, mainly cause there was nothing else to do on Friday night. Not even decent TV. What a damn shame.

So, I was "somewhat" excited to find myself suddenly transported out from a band of romance flicks to a small crowded waiting room that looked as if it was decorated by a drunk Martian. Only somewhat, mind you.

"Christy Burk," the comment startled me out of my revere and I stepped warily up to the receptionist, who appearently had a summer home in Transylvania.

"Um, yeah that's me," I murmured, eyeing her suspeciously. "Peach?" I held the golden fruit towards her hopefully. She had been well-trained, she didn't even appear tempted.

"Ms. Burk," she said in that tone of voice most people normally reserve for informing you that your computer just spawned aliens (assuming it doesn't do that already!). "You are a very sick woman. We here at Sunnyside only want to help you get better."

I suddenly start to feel not very sunny. "Uhhhhhhhhh... this is about the stripper thing, isn't it? Look, I can explain..."

The receptionist glared frostily over her glasses at the potted plant behind me. I can only assume I was the original target of her glare. "Ms. Burk, all explanations can be served for AFTER the Jedi purification ritual."

I started to feel even less sunny then I felt before. "Jedi... purfication... RITUAL!!!!!"

The receptionist only sniffed. "Four doors down, second door to the left."

I turned and walked stiffly out of the room, "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen..." running endlessly through my head. "Cause it hurts like hell," I murmured. I couldn't imagine where all these "comforting" thoughts were coming from, but maybe it was the place. I kept hearing these chilling screams, sounded suspiciously like Jade and Lisa... both her Highness AND her Majesty. UNNERVING!!!

When I reached the room, I tapped on the door oh so gently.

*Maybe if they don't hear you, you can go away. And watch Gone with the Wind or something?*

A loud crash inside made me wince.

*Damn*

"Come in," a male British voice called. And I froze.

*No... no it can't be... but I thought he wasn't out of Tartarus yet!!*

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Written by Jade

Some Adult/ Sensual Content

"Feel better now?" Luke asked as Jade's scream finally came to an end.

Jade nodded her head with a smile. "What now?" she asked, looking at him and drowning in his blue eyes.

"You could tell me how you got the name Jade Joyride," he replied, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"I'd rather not. Besides, the name is misleading. A name doesn't describe a person. It would be just as bad as if someone asked if you walked the sky." she replied with a smirk.

Luke smiled and shook his head. "You just don't give up, do you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked defensively.

"You haven't let your guard down once since you got here."

"Hey, now didn't you just get me to scream? Release all that tension', I recall you saying." she countered, pushing her hair out of her face.

Luke watched her closely. The simple gesture of moving her hair from her green eyes drove him crazy with desire. He wanted to wrap his fingers in her dark hair and show her what he desired. Coming back to reality, he noticed she was staring at him. Those intense green eyes burned into his and grasp at his heart.

Finding his voice, he smiled then spoke softly. "Good memory, but it did work. Admit it."

"Alright, I admit it." she replied with a small smile. Jade glanced toward the window and wondered when she was finally going to get out of this room.

Luke slowly moved his hand from behind him. She did everything she could to avoid him and that only fueled his persistence. He wanted to get her attention subtlety, but under the circumstances, being subtle hasn't worked. He resigned to the direct approach.

Jade felt a hand on her thigh and looked to see him staring intensely back at her. She could see the passion that filled his soul. Jade moved back away from him, not wanting to be in such a situation. Leaning against the wall, she toyed with a loose string on her sleeve. Glancing up, she saw him get on his knees and move toward her slowly, a smile playing on his lips.

"What are you doing?" she asked, knowing his intentions already.

He didn't reply. Instead he reached down to grasp her hand. Without a word he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her back. His lips grazed the tender skin of her neck making her shiver beneath his touch. Smiling, he reached her earlobe and began sucking on it gently. Again he felt her shiver at his touch.

"Don't," she breathed, lightly pushing against his chest.

"Why?" he countered, kissing his way across her cheekbone leaving a path of fire in his wake. The instant his lips met hers, he felt the fire building between them and would stop at nothing to make her his.

Jade could hardly control the desire raging through her body. Attempting to pull from him only made him hold her more tightly to him. The feel of his body against hers, set her mind ablaze with emotions that seemed to flood though her to every inch of her body. The sensations he was creating started a fire and the feel of his hands on her body only stoked it, building it up beyond control.

Pushing her against the wall, he wove his fingers through her dark hair, holding her face immobile as he kissed her relentlessly. Snaking his tongue past her parted lips, he explored the uncharted depths only wanting more. Pushing against her as close as he could get, he felt his lust for her swelling from deep within his core. He heard her gasp as his leg slid between her knees, and he smiled knowing what was to come.

Luke pulled her into his embrace and lowered her to rest her back gently on the couch. Kissing her lips deeply, he took her then and there without hesitation. Luke lost himself with each passing moment as they climbed into ecstasy. Collapsing on top of her, he smiled and kissed her softly.

Jade felt an odd warmth at having him so close, and when he moved off to the side, pulling her close to his chest, she smiled.

"Your friends seem to be having fun," he stated, his voice even.

"What?" she asked.

"Let me show you," he replied, then continued. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied simply.

"Open your mind to them," he instructed.

Jade cleared her mind and did as he told her. Feeling a little strange at what they were doing, she quickly let it taper off as she picked up on the others. Gemma in the waiting room in her slippers and t-shirt with Becki, Essy with Maul, Lisa Weber with her bud Marty, poor Kara being toted off made Jade start to giggle softly. Then came Dee, the evil who started it all, enjoying herself with Sting and some guy Jade didn't know.

Shaking her head, she smiled when she saw the handsome Carey Elwes with some girl she didn't' know. Oh another Jedi, Obi-Wan with Christy. Then she came across her friend Fairy in a room with three men. "Oh gracious, that doesn't look promising," she uttered, feeling Luke's embrace tighten.

"The weirdest is yet to come," he murmured softly.

"Why?" she asked.

"Focus," he instructed and she followed.

Jade came across her friend Lisa who seemed to be feeling mighty joyous. All of a sudden Jade screamed at the sight, then realized that must be the good Doctor that Lisa talks about constantly.

"What?" Luke asked, slightly amused.

"Nothing," she replied trying to hold onto her sanity after *that*.

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Written by Dee

Yawning contently, Dee stretched her back like a cat, and blinked a couple of times. Through half closed eyes, she watched as Sting lit more incense and Peter struggled to get his gi pants back on. Managing to sit up, Dee pulled on her tank top and her panties, and followed Sting in his lead into mediation. Seeing everything focus in her mind, Dee heard the shower in the other room start, and the sound of Peter falling into it.

Supressing a giggle, she opened her eyes and locked eyes with Sting. He had that feral look again, even after hour and hours of lusciouse... lovemaking..... ***

"GEMMA, NEXT!" The receptionist shouted, feeling the angry eyes of Gemma's therapist on her. He had gotten sick of waiting, and came to see why Gemma had yet to arrive. That was when he had seen the orders buried beneath a tall stack of papers.

Walking toward the door, Gemma could only hope that whoever was on the otherside appreciated her current state of undress.

"Oh Sting..." Dee moaned, wrapping her legs around him...

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"Oh... Yess!" Frank n' Furter drawled into Lisas ear...

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A scream of pleasure echoed from Jade through the hallway as Skywalker showed her his "lightsaber"....

And only the sounds of animal love-making could be heard from Maul's room, along with the shouted comment, "The bad guys are SO GOOD!"

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Written by Fairy

Fairy looked cautiously at the three ponytailed men who had come to stand before her, grinning, then, as one, they opened their mouths.

"Fighter Star Power!"

"Maker Star Power!"

"Healer Star Power!"

"Make UP!"

Blinding light and music... familiar, beloved transformation music. If she had ever had any doubts, they were now gone.

"Surrounded by the dark denseness of the night, Sailor Star Fighter. Stage on! "

"The angel of freedom who runs freely, Sailor Star Maker. Stage on!"

"The secret maternal movement away from death???, Sailor Star Healer. Stage on! "

She stared, her mouth wide open, as Healer/Yaten pointed at her. "You're totally stressed out, and we're going to stop it!"

Then the three women in leather bikinis with sailor collars advanced. Fighter/Seiya turned back into a man as he reached Fairy first (still in the bikini-fuku), and his face drew closer and closer to hers...

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Written by Kara

"Come on fellas! Let me down!" Kara yelled. "This isn't funny anymore! Don't ignore me!" she yelled.

"Do you hear something?" David asked, glancing toward Jareth.

"No, not at all. You?" Jareth replied, a sly grin upon his lips.

"Nope," David replied, a wide smile crossing his handsome features.

"Let me go!" Kara yelled on deaf ears, then noticed that they had stopped. The sound of a door creaking open, made her shudder to think what was in store for her behind the door.

The room was dark, and Kara couldn't make out anything. It didn't help hanging from someone's back, *and what a nice back it was too* she thought wryly. She heard rustling from where Jareth stood and craned her neck to try to get a better look. A scooting sound filled her ears just before she was set down on a chair. Before she could move, David grabbed her arms and held her down, while Jareth wrapped a rope around her and tied her down.

"Now I am getting mad." Kara stated, struggling against her bonds. Glancing up, she could make out the smirk upon Jareth's lips. "At least turn on the light so you can see me glaring at you!" she bit out.

"What do you think?" David asked, glancing toward Jareth. Jareth nodded and in an instant the lights came on. Looking toward their captive, an evil gleam appeared in their eyes.

"I don't like the look of this. What are you two up to?" Kara asked, her voice soft.

"Oh now dear Kara, you mustn't worry. You are in good hands," David stated, stepping towards her and lightly touching her cheek. A soft smile played upon his lips as he caressed her skin softly.

Kara closed her eyes at his gentle touch and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Oh this was heaven. How did she get the chance to be here with David Bowie? All of a sudden, Kara giggled softly. Her eyes snapped open to see David kneeling in front of her, his hands on her knees.

"Um, this really isn't a good idea." she said softly, glancing around to see where Jareth went. She felt his hands grasp the back of the chair.

"Her sides, David," Jareth stated mischievously.

"What?" Kara asked nervously.

David slid his hands up her legs slowly, hearing her gasp as he crossed her hips. Smiling broadly, he rested his hands on her ribs and suddenly started tickling her.

"Cut it out!" Kara shouted between giggles, trying desperately to get away from his fingertips.

"Oh now this is rather fun, why would I want to stop now?" he countered, chuckling softly. Kara, gasping for breath, kicked her leg out and knocked David off balance. Falling backwards, David landed with a thud on his bum. "Now you'll pay for that Kara."

"I'm sorry," she apologized with a grin.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Kara," David replied, getting to his feet. Coming to stand in front of her once again, he grasped her chin and looked deeply into her blue-grey eyes. "You have very pretty eyes, Kara." he said, gently moving her dark red hair from her face.

"I guess," she replied softly. The feel of his hand on her chin electrified her. She was entranced by him and he knew it. Only the opening of the door broke her attention. Glancing that way, she couldn't believe what she saw. "Ben," she breathed.

"Hi Kara," Ben replied, standing behind David. "How are you?" he asked with a smile.

Kara's breath caught in her throat. Regaining her composure, she put on a smile. "Ben what are you doing here?"

"Well you didn't think I would take all the fun, now did you? Besides, Jareth said you liked this guy, heaven only knows why. So Kara, do you?" David asked bluntly.

"Well, I-" she began.

"And just what is wrong with her liking me?" Ben cut in.

"Nothing at all, except she could have me instead," David replied, smiling at Kara.

"Oh sure. You're old enough to be her father."

"It isn't age that matters, Ben. It is knowledge." David replied.

"Oh really? And just what knowledge would that be, may I ask?" Ben prodded.

"Well for starters, did you know she was ticklish?" David asked, that gleam in his eye once more.

"No, can't say that I did." Ben replied, his beautiful blue eyes sweeping across Kara. A smile broke out across his face. "Okay, enlighten me."

David moved toward Kara once again with a wicked smile. "So Kara, any last words?" he asked, moving around behind her. He had learned his lesson the hard way before. Bending his head down, he rested his chin on her shoulder. His hands dropped to her sides and she giggled softly as he drug his fingers upwards.

"Stop it please!" Kara begged as David's attention grew.

Ben walked up and kneeled in front of her. Reaching out, his fingers grazed her side and he smiled when she writhed within her bonds. Without warning, Kara kicked her leg in defense and Ben went flying backwards to land with a thud.

David laughed heartily. "Lesson number two, her legs are deadly weapons."

Ben slowly sat up. "So noted," he replied, getting back up and moving closer to her again. Grabbing her knees, he pushed her legs apart and moved in close. "Let's see you kick me now, Kara." he said, his blue eyes twinkling with mystery.

"Oh now what should we do with you now? The tickling is a bit boring now. I have an idea," David said, his chin once again on her shoulder.

"What?" she asked timidly.

Ben rested his hands on her thighs. "I second that thought," he said softly, eyeing Kara.

"Good," David replied, pressing his soft lips against her neck. His hands draped across her shoulders.

Kara shivered from the touch of his sensuous lips against her skin. She felt Ben's hands move up her body. *Oh my god!* her mind screamed silently, as her body tingled in anticipation. She felt the rope loosen from her body and two strong arms lift her into the air.

Ben carried her easily, following David across the room. "Where did the other guy go?" he asked, glancing around.

"He left when you came in," David replied simply. "Place her on the bed."

Ben set Kara down softly upon the covers and brought himself to rest at her side. Brushing her hair from her face, he leaned in and gently touched his lips to hers. David settled next to her on the other side, wrapping his arms around her. He could hear her breathing become more shallow with each passing moment. Before she realized it, she was naked beneath their touch.

Moving his hands down her body, David glanced at Ben and smiled. "You go ahead Ben," he said softly, kissing the back of her neck.

Ben kissed her passionately, moving to cover her. In an instant, he moved to possess her. Moving within her, he could hear her moaning softly and that pleased him. Feeling an explosion from deep within him, he released his spirit to flow freely within her.

Ben's energy spent, he moved from her only to have David take his place. Lowering his head, David kissed the tender skin of her belly. He heard her breathe in sharply and smiled against her skin. Moving lower, he found her most precious spot and heard her cry out as his lips caressed her sensitive skin lovingly.

Moving back up to look into her beautiful eyes, he smiled and took her with out a second thought. Plunging himself deep, he took her over and over relentlessly. Finished, David moved from her and pulled her close to him with Ben moving up on the other side.

Kara felt a calmness sweep over her as she drifted off to sleep in their arms.

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Written by Fairy

(This part has adult stuff. =P Also, if you are close-minded and object to same-sex pairings... though it's not descriptive... open up or turn back! ^_-;)

Fairy had no chance to react before Seiya locked his lips with hers. She closed her eyes as the raven-haired man wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply.

She didn't notice Yaten and Taiki heaping all the many cushions in a big pile in the center of the room, so engrossed was she in the Light's kiss.

Suddenly she felt someone grab her feet. Seiya moved away suddenly and she found herself being bodily lifted from the couch where she had huddled by the other two, now-female Lights. They gently set her into the huge, soft pile of cushions, and before she could struggle, Yaten's mouth had found hers, while Seiya and Taiki, also male suddenly, were busy divesting her of her clothes.

Meanwhile, Yaten had moved to kiss her neck. The other woman's lips were so soft... Fairy sighed softly as she brushed her ear. The men slid her pants off, having already removed her shirt, and there she lay in her underwear and bra.

Moments later, four bodies were twisting together, taking turns, seperating and joining in ecstasy.

Fairy felt them... she returned touch for touch as the Three Lights took her completely. None of them, in their mutual pleasure, noticed the crystalline shimmer that lined the room. But it didn't matter, all there was was each other.

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Written by Gemma

Taking a deep breath Gemma opened the door the receptionist had glanced at. "Bitch", she hissed as she glared in her direction.

"Now that isn't very nice is it"

The shock of hearing that voice in real life stopped Gemma in her tracks before she had fully stepped into the ill-lit room. The accent ( which even now she couldn't place as a dialect) was so smooth and unreal she had to pinch herself to believe she wasn't dreaming. But no, she wasn't dreaming. If she were it wouldn't have been Jareth sitting at the huge desk before her, it would have been another.........

"Now, now Gemma. Why so glum?" Jareth asked as he rose from his chair. He began to walk slowly towards her. " Were you expecting someone else?"

She tried to conceal her disappointment but it was no use. It wasn't that the King of Tights wasn't sexy it was just that she'd swap those tights for breeches any day. She sighed.

"If I were less arrogant I would believe that you don't like me", Jareth said as he gestured towards a big couch next to a roaring fire. She didn't need a second request, the room was unusually cold and that T-shirt wasn't exactly thermal, but rather than going to the overstuffed couch she instead chose the rug beneath it. Jareth followed, still complaining about how she had practically ignored him since becoming a listian..

"..no visitations, no stories NOTHING!!" he yelled as she gazed into the fire.

Startled at his childish behaviour Gemma couldn't help but giggle "Oh Jareth don't get your tights into a twist. You have enough visitations to keep you busy until the next millennium, one less is hardly going to hurt you and besides not all of us are cut out to be writers or poets"

Jareth sat stunned, her tone was so cold and uncaring. It wasn't behaviour that he was used to, especially coming from a listian , on a list devoted to him!!!! He sat down on the couch, pouting. Noticing the silence Gemma turned her attention away from the flames and sat up to face him.

Resting her chin on his knee she looked into his eyes. "Im sorry" she said in her most sincere tone. "Its just that i've been sitting in that waiting room for god knows how long, waiting for my therapist and when you do finally show up all you do is complain!!"

Suddenly it was his turn to giggle, she watched as the corners of his mouth curled upwards and his giggles gradually turned into a booming laughter. Bemused Gemma lifted her head from his leg and hit his thigh.

"What is it?" she asked He ignored her and carried on laughing. "What is it? she repeated her face getting flushed. More laughter. Getting madder and madder Gemma stood up and looked down at him. "What is it????!!!" He didn't even look in her direction. Placing her hands on her hips, she took a deep breath and yelled again. "WHAT'S SO BLOODY FUNNY?!"

As she glared at Jareth so intently Gemma didn't hear a door open behind her, nor did she notice as the man came up behind her. "Sorry Im late", he whispered into her ear.

Letting out an ear shattering scream she jumped into Jareth's lap. Ignoring the hairspray and glitter she buried her head into his shoulder.

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A few minutes passed in complete silence. Gemma's heart had been pounding so loudly she was sure the whole building could hear it. Suddenly realizing that she was probably being stared at, embarrassment flushed her face again. Slowly lifting her head she stared at Jareth. He was smiling. She didn't trust him when he smiled.

"Im sorry for startling you Gemma" that voice said again.

She didn't need to look up to see who it was. Her stomach was already churning. "I....... I..........its ok" she stuttered in reply, still not looking up.

Jareth moved under her. "Well Mr Firth, I'll leave Gemma in your capable hands, thank you for giving me a few minutes to talk her". Gemma raised her hand to slap the smug grin off his face but before she got anywhere near his cheek he grabbed her hand in mid air and planted a kiss on it. "Goodbye Gemma" he said in a sickly sweet voice. "I have other listians to see".

And with that he sauntered out of the room leaving Gemma staring at Colin Firth's feet. But god they are sexy.

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Written by Gemma ADULT

"Are you going to stare at my feet the entire time you are here?" he asked, his voice melting her like butter.

Gemma remained silent. Her heart pounded in her chest. Slowly, she moved her eyes up the length of his gorgeous body, inch by inch, until finally her gaze met his.

His brown eyes looked her up and down as a smile spread across his handsome face. Noticing her t-shirt, he chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Why don't you sit down, Gemma?" he asked, indicating the couch.

Timidly, she moved to the couch and sat down, sinking into the softness. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him sit down next to her. Staring wide eyed at him, a small smile crept across her lips as wild thoughts flew through her brain.

"What?" he asked slightly amused, startling Gemma back to reality.

"Nothing," she replied, dropping her gaze. Glancing toward the fire, she watched it burn and imagined it to be the picture of her desire that burned for this incredibly handsome man. The crackling of the flame held her attention, such a sweet sound to her ears.

Colin sat in silence and watched her curiously. * Poor girl, her thoughts of him invaded her every waking moment. Soon she shall have her reality,* he thought with a pleased smile. Reaching out he lightly touched her shoulder, causing her to jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he said softly, his brown eyes twinkling in the dim light. "Are you alright?" he asked, gazing at her simple beauty enhanced by the fire light.

"Fine," she stated then continued. "Why am I here? And why are you my therapist?" she asked, gazing at him.

"It seems as though you, Gemma, have an obsession," he began, watching her closely. She seemed to move back away from him and become more distant, which he didn't want, so he continued. "What do you fantasize about, Gemma?" he asked, his voice soft and warm.

Gemma turned away from him, wondering what he wanted to hear? How could she be true to herself and her feelings by not telling him? It seemed to eat her up inside as she tried to figure out what to do. She felt his hand on her shoulder and electricity flow down her arm at his mere touch.

"Gemma, tell me. I would really like to know," he said, inching closer.

"I can't," she replied, her voice wavering. It was apparent that she was nervous being this close to him. Her body screamed out to have him hold her in his arms, and her lips wanted to seek his. She shook the thoughts away. *To him, I am a nobody,* she heard her mind declare. She felt the grip on her shoulder tighten and bit her lip.

Colin spun her around to face him. "The whole purpose of this session is to help you with your obsession Gemma. How can I help, if you won't speak to me?" he asked, brushing her reddish brown hair from her dark eyes. "I know Gemma." he stated simply.

Gemma looked up into his deep brown eyes and lost herself there within his gaze. Feeling his hand on her cheek, she couldn't have moved if she tried. She felt his lips touch hers and smolder as the kiss intensified. She felt his tongue trying to gain access to her mouth, and without a second thought, she granted it. His tongue slid over hers then entwined as his hands slid down her body. She shivered beneath his touch. Breaking away, she gasped for breath.

"Why are you here? Seriously?" she asked, her breath shallow.

"I am here to help you alleviate your desire."

"What?" she asked, confused.

"You think of me all the time Gemma, admit it." he said, his voice a soft whisper. Moving his hand slowly upwards against the fabric of her shirt. "I know you do, and I know you talk about me constantly to your friends."

Gemma didn't reply. Instead, she gasped as she felt his finger trace her breast through the fabric. She felt his other hand grasp the bottom of her shirt and slowly move it upwards. Watching as though in a dream, she saw his head dip down and felt his gentle lips on her stomach moving upwards.

Colin pulled her t-shirt from her body and tossed it gingerly on the back of the couch. Moving his hands to cup her breasts, his lips sought hers and he kissed her passionately. Brushing across her pert nipples with his thumbs, he heard her inhale sharply and grinned against her lips. Moving his lips across her jawbone, he could feel her giving into her desire and that pleased him.

Dropping his head to her breast, he enveloped her breast within his mouth, teasing her nipple. He could feel her arch into him and pulled her closer. The soft moans that escaped her lips filled him with the desire to take her then and there. Pulling from her, he looked down at her and smiled. Grasping the band of her panties, he slid his fingers inside and inched the fabric down her legs to finally free her from them.

Gemma lay still, wondering what she was doing but wouldn't run away from the one thing she had dreamt about for so long. She watched in anticipation as Colin unbuttoned his shirt slowly, baring his chest to her. His hands grasp the band of his slacks, and he smiled as he let them fall to the floor around his ankles. Gemma licked her lips as he removed the only article of clothing that remained. Her eyes raked over Colin's naked body and she grinned as he walked over to her.

Colin kneeled down beside the couch and slid his arms beneath her. Lifting her up, he pulled her to him and gently rested her back on the plush rug in front of the fireplace. The light of the fire caressed their bodies in a gentle light, making the longing to fulfill their need grow by the second. Bringing himself down upon her, he once again claimed her lips with his. Moving down her body, Colin grasped her knees and pushed her legs apart. With a smile, he dropped his head between her thighs making her cry out in pleasure as his hot lips surrounded her most vulnerable spot, making her writhe against his hold. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to him and driving her over the edge with his insistent lapping.

Gemma felt a rush of emotion swelling deep within her until suddenly she couldn't control it any longer and she seemed to explode from the inside out. Feeling waves of pleasure sweep through her, she finally came back to reality to see Colin looking down into her face with a smile. Reaching up and grabbing his face, she pulled his lips hungrily to hers, wanting him to give her what she so desired.

As if reading her thoughts, Colin entered her in one swift thrust. Gemma cried out in pain but the dull ache soon ebbed away as she was filled with pleasure. Colin began to move slowly within her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure he could. Moving with her rocking hips, he picked up momentum, thrusting deeper inside her. He felt her nails digging into his back as pushed her to the limit. Feeling her muscles constrict around his manhood, Colin pulled himself out then thrust his rod back inside her to trigger her climatic release. Her sweet voice screaming his name was music to his ears as his white hot fluid flowed into her.

Colin moved off to the side and wrapped his arms tightly around her. Kissing the back of her neck, he smiled. "How's that for therapy?" he asked, his voice ragged.

"Bloody marvelous." she replied, snuggling within his strong arms.

By the light of the fireplace, they drifted off to sleep with only the sound of their heartbeats and the cracking of the fire.

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Written by Dee

Feeling very sated, barely had time to pull her clothes on before she felt herself being transported into another room. Digging her bare toes into the cool, light blue carpeting, she pulled her black sweatjacket over her tank top and buttoned her jeans.

The room was bright, with huge windows and white walls. Around the room were pillows, tons of pillows, arranged into a circle. Sitting next to one another on two of these pillows were Sting and Peter, chatting as they tied their pants. Feeling a vampy blush creep across her cheeks, visions of the past day filled Dees mind.

Walking over, she sat between her men, a secretive smile on her face. It was time for group therapy, and around the room she eyed the differant pillows. A tiger striped one, a Mayfeild 4 one, an anime one... and the list went on. Crowning the circle of pillows was a tye dye one, and a glittery one. Austin and Jareth.. therapy was going to be fun....

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Written by Lisa PP

Oh, yeah...this is very adult, sure, why not...

Waves of pleasure were assaulting the Pervert Princess. She was riding on winds of ecstasy...and her partner was...Well, she didn't really give a damn how *he* felt! *She* was having a good time, and that was all that mattered!

"Oh...yes...YES! Fra-ank..."

"Ahem."

Lisa stopped writhing and moaning, and opened her eyes. She was no longer in the Sex Therapy Room. *This* room had a blue ceiling. The other one had been rather...stained. She craned her neck around to see a very flushed Dee sitting between two devilishly sexy men. The one she recognized winked at her.

"AUGH!" Lisa scrambled out from underneath the good Doctor, and pulled a pillow over her naughty parts. Dee giggled. Lisa stuck her tongue out. Sting leered at Frank. Frank moved toward Sting.

"NO! Down, boy!" Lisa and Dee called out as one. Frank and Sting pouted most handsomely, and Sting made a little motion with his hand by his ear, and mouthed 'call me'. Frank smirked, and proceeded to pull on a robe, and hand one to Lisa. She covered herself, and glared at the rest of the people in the room.

Frankie sat down on the tiger striped pillow, and pulled the tigerwoman into his lap.

"Why are we here?" he asked, while at the same time Lisa spoke, "Why the fuck are we here?"

"You're here to open up, babies!" Austin Danger Powers appeared in the room, accompanied by a poof of glitter, signaling Jareth's arrival.

The Goblin King looked rather disheveled.

"I'm not opening up," Lisa declared.

"Me neither," Dee chimed in. Sting reached out and pinched her bum. She squeaked. "Maybe! Okay? MAYBE! Don't grab my ass like that again!" She reached out to slap him lightly, but he captured her hand and gave it a kiss. She melted immediately.

Austin pulled the two apart. "Personal Therapy sessions are *over*, baby! You've had your fun already!"

"If that's true, then where is everyone else?" Lisa asked, an edge to her voice. She was not very happy about being interrupted in the middle of...well...er...you can guess, can't you? (*g*).

"They're ah, on their way," Jareth replied softly, sitting down on his Royal Pillow. It was inscribed with his motto, in a delicate stitching on the border of it: Goblin King by day, Orgasm Donor by night!

"On their way?! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Lisa stood up. "If they're not here in five minutes, I'm leaving! My session wasn't half over yet! Why, you poofy-haired, hairspray-abusing, sad excuse for a -"

"Down, girl!" everyone in the room chanted, except for Jareth, who simply glared at her.

"They'll be here," he replied shortly.

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Written by Kara

Kara had just finished finding her clothes and putting them on when she and her friends were suddenly transported to a blue room.

"Group therapy time already?" Kara asked as she looked to see who else was in the room. She saw Lisa sitting with nothing but a pillow covering her and suddenly remembered David and Ben. "Um, guys. Time to get up."

Kara walked over to look at the two sleeping men. "Aww, they're so cute when they're sleeping. It's a shame to wake them." She reached out a hand and gently shook David. Kara let out a yelp as David grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed. He kissed her passionately. "David, it's group therapy time. You might want to get dressed." Kara said, once she was able to speak. David turned to look at the room full of people that were staring at him. He smiled and looked on the floor in search of his pants. Kara found them and handed them to him.

"What about him?" David said as he nodded toward Ben.

"Heavy sleeper ins't he?" Kara smiled at David. "Hmm. How should I wake him up?" An evil smiled crossed her face as the thought came to her. She carefully moved over to him and began tickling him. "Wake up!" Ben squirmed and pushed her off of him. He heard the sound of laughter coming from all around him and quickly realised they were no longer alone. "Get dressed. It's group therapy." Kara said handing Ben his clothes.

Once both men were dressed the bed disappeared and the three placed themselves on the floor and waited for the rest of the gang to show up.

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Written by Jade

"Oh would you look at the time?" Luke said, fastening the last of his buttons. He looked at Jade who was already dressed and sitting on the couch.

Jade glanced at a clock on the wall. "So?" she asked, watching him walk towards the door.

"We're late," he stated, pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking the door. Luke stepped into the hall out of her view.

"For what?" she inquired, getting to her feet.

"The group session. We should have been there by now," his voice came from the hallway.

Jade panicked. Looking around quickly, she had only one option. She ran to the window and climbed out. Once outside, she walked away unnoticed.

Luke walked back in, glancing around, then shook his head. "Blast it! I should have tied her down," he muttered under his breath with a smile. Luke walked into the hallway and made his way to the group. He knew the others would not be happy.

Walking through the door, all eyes fell on Luke and the emptiness around him.

"Where is she?" Jareth asked arrogantly.

"She bolted out the window," he replied.

"And you didn't stop her?" Dee asked angrily.

Luke shrugged his shoulders.

"And you call yourself a Jedi," Princess remarked, shaking her head in disapproval.

"Why couldn't they have had this horrid thing someplace I knew?" Jade said, looking around at unfamiliar surroundings. She didn't want to admit it, but she was lost. Sighing, she sat down and dropped her head into her hands. "Why me?" she asked the open sky.

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Written by Fairy

A tangle of four bodies appeared in a pile of cushions with stars and another symbol on them. Fairy, her arms crossed over chest, sat up in confusion. There was a little shimmer of power, and three other women (two formerly men) did likewise.

"Group Therapy time?" Yaten asked sleepily, pulling Fairy against her chest. The girl nuzzled against the white-haired woman, but then saw Luke... alone.

"Where's Jade? Ran off?! You LET her leave! That girl!"

Seiya chuckled behind her. "Daijobu, Allie-chan. It's okay! You forget, baby, who you're... *with*."

Fairy blushed to her little wingtips, but nodded. "Sorry, people, anime time."

"Healer Star Power!"

"Fighter Star Power!"

"Maker Star Power!"

"Fae Magic!"

"Make UP!"

The four senshi, three clad in leather, jumped out the window before anyone had time to protest the Sailormoonishness. In five minutes they were back, Taiki and Seiya carrying the bright-red Jade. They set her down by Luke, who prevented her from bolting.

"What happened?" He asked in amusement at her condition.

"Oh, we found her wandering in the woods out there, and Seiya... compelled her to come back. I won't repeat her threat." Fairy chuckled, before leaning into three men's arms. They were now dressed.

"Where are the others?" Taiki asked, fingering the glasses that were in his pocket.

"Yeah, and when's the group thera-" Fairy's question was cut off by a long kiss from Yaten. "Mmmm."

"Hey, baby, wait for everyone else!" Powers said, smirking.

"Oh, by the way- thanks, Jareth," she said to the GK who was trying to set the shortest Light on fire with his gaze. "I mean, I guess I shouldn't thank you, considering it shows off not only that you had to save me for yourself, but that you couldn't lose me to a *woman*..."

"What do you mean, babe?" Seiya asked in confusion.

"Oh, just that everything we just did is going to become the greatest dream of my life," she winked at him.

Yaten laughed, and Jareth glared even more. She had to reveal that!

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