Disclaimer: Cheers belongs to Charles-Burrows-Charles Productions and
Paramount Television. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.
Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, drug use, BDSM, female solo sex, graphic
violence, male solo sex, male/female sex, female/female sex
Categories: Het, slash, bi
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Kirstie Alley, who was born
on January 12th, 1951.
Dedication: Happy 57th Birthday to Kirstie Alley! -- ATK 2008
Cheers: Out Of Boston
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
My name is Rebecca Howe and ever since I had moved myself to the City of
Boston, Massachusetts and allowed myself to climb up the corporate lader
straight to the top, I had figured that everything would be going my way and
nothing would ever go wrong for me. As a matter of fact, I had allowed myself
to become a beautiful lover to the man with a British accent who was my boss
at the time, Robin Concord just to make sure that I stay up there.
But that was before the company that I was working for had bought a bar
called 'Cheers' from a former Boston Red Sox player known as Sam Malone, who
had hated all of the changes that I had done with the place and all of his
loyal customers -- including Cliff Clavin and Norm Peterson -- were unable to
blame him but I had figured that as long as Robin is the majority shareholder
of the bar and he had complete faith in my abilities, who could really give a
But of course, that was before Sam had made sure that Robin was doing some
shady dealings with some of the company's money that he had even done behind
my back, which had resulted in Sam getting his bar back and his two loyal
employees -- Carla Tortelli and Woody Boyd -- were both happy to have the
bar's one true owner back in charge, which had caused me to get pissed off
for a little bit but I was able to bounce back by allowing my sex-hungry eyes
gaze themselves upon my new boss, a handsome stud with a sexy moustache named
However, that idea had not worked out well for me and it was because of two
things. Number one: He was not really sexually-interested in me no matter how
hard I had tried to get him to be so. And number two: That very company that
I had been working for ever since I had first set my little pinky-toe in
Boston had fired me. For what, I really don't know why but I was -- believe
it or not -- lucky enough to have a good friend in Sam and it was because he
had allowed himself to give me a job at Cheers, which I had a little trouble
getting used to doing but I had finally gotten the hang of it thanks to both
Woody and Carla.
And to tell you the honet truth, I really do wish that our friendship with
each other would last forever but as soon as Woody had gotten himself married
to a young beautiful blonde named Kelly Gaines and one of our customers known
as Doctor Frasier Crane had married a fellow psychiatrist, Doctor Lilith
Sternin and had a cute little baby boy with her, I had suddenly realized that
all things can not stay the same no matter how much we want them to be.
And so, on the very day that the bar was getting itself all spruced-up for
the very last round, as soon as I had turned around and gazed my eyes upon
this one plumber named Don Santy and noticed what a fantastic-looking hunk
he was, I had introduced myself to him, one thing had led to another and he
had given himself enough nerve to ask me to marry him, which -- believe it
or not -- I had accept with all of my heart.
And then, after I had finally said 'goodbye' to my good friends at Cheers and
told them to wish me luck, both Don and I had moved ourselves out of Boston
and into a nice-enough apartment building in the City of Cleveland, Ohio,
gotten ourselves jobs within that very city and finally gotten ourselves
married to each other, which had resulted in the both of us going to the City
of Miami, Florida for our honeymoon.
Now believe me when I tell you that it was during our honeymoon in Miami that
this story really begins, for you see, as soon as we had gotten ourselves
settled into our hotel rooms and left the hotel to do a little sight-seeing,
we had suddenly bumped ourselves into a beautiful blonde beach-bunny with a
hot-pink bikini-swimsuit on, who had looked at Don with a big smile on her
lips, given him a big friendly hug and said, "Oooohhhh! It's so good to see
you again, Don. May I ask who your new best friend is?"
And after he had placed his gentle hand on my shoulder, looked at his old
friend with a small smile on his own lips and answered, "Actually, Linda. She
happens to be my wife. Linda Carpenter, say 'hello' to Rebecca Howe. Rebecca,
meet Linda. We were once roommates during our years as students at the
University of Miami," she had given me a kind and gentle handshake and said,
"Welcome to Miami, Rebecca. How would you guys like to have lunch with me at
And after Don and I had looked, smiled and shrugged our shoulders at each
other and decided to accept her generous offer, we had followed Linda back
to this wonderful one-level house, where we had suddenly found ourselves
face-to-face with a young and beautiful maiden with dark-brown hair, who
was standing right in front of us without a stitch of clothing on, stretching
her arms out and saying, "Welcome home, Honey!Guess who's in need of some
But after she had discovered that don and I were not the very person that she
had thought we were, the poor embarressed girl had quickly grabbed the large
blanket off of the living-room sofa and wrapped it around her bare-ass naked
body just in time for Linda to place her hands on our shoulders, let out a
small giggle and say, "I really am sorry about this, you guys. I had
forgotten that she was still going to be home. Don Santy and Rebecca Howe,
say 'hello' to my young assistant, Miss Helen Pershing."
And after we had allowed ourselves to shake hands with a still-embarressed
Helen and we had sat ourselves down on the sofa to have a little chat, I was
unaware that Linda had gone into the kitchen to fix each of us a glass of
orange juice, open-up a small bottle of pills and plopped a couple of those
pills into my glass of orange juice before she had walked back into the
living-room, handed a glass of orange juice to each of the three of us,
lifted-up her glass and said, "And now, my friends. I would like to purpose
a toast. To Don Santy and Rebecca Howe. May their marriage truly be one that
shall last forever."
And after we had clinked our glasses together and drank every last drop of
orange juice inside those glasses, my head had started banging so loud that
I had began to feel like I was about to toss my entire box of cookies right
in front of my husband and our newfound friends and it was because of that
very feeling that I had no choice but to excuse myself and start heading
toward the front door to get some fresh air.
But as soon as I had taken at least two steps away from the sofa, everything
around me had started spinning around and around and I had no choice but to
drop myself down to the floor and become unconscious. Now, to tell you the
honest truth, I had no idea as to how long I was out-cold but as soon as I
had finally opened my eyes and discovered that I had been stripped bare-ass
naked and my hands and ankles were tied down to a metal chair, I had tried
to pull myself free from my bondage -- without any much success -- and yelled
at the top of my lungs, "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! WHERE'S MY
HUSBAND?! YOU COME OUT HERE AND TELL ME RIGHT NOW, YOU BITCH! DON'T YOU HEAR
And of course, that had caused a door to open itself up and allow both
Linda and Helen to place their nude bodies inside the room, stare at me with
devilish grins on their faces and start pumping two of their fingers in and
out of their hot, wet pussies and carressing their own tits with the other
hand just in time for Linda to place her hand on my bare back and say,
"Well-well-well! I see that you had just woken-up from your little nap,
Rebecca! And I do believe that she's in need of some serious fucking! Don't
you agree, Helen?"
"Yes, Mistress!I do indeed!", that was the answer that Helen had given Linda
before she had moved herself closer to me, placed herself underneath my
exposed cunt and started licking on it, while her mistress had grabbed hold
of a man's leather belt and started smacking my bare back really hard with
it, causing me to close my eyes, let out a scream of pain and hope to God
that my beloved husband was unable to see like that.
However, that was before a buff-naked Don had stepped into the room and
began stroking his stiff cock for a minute or two before he had moved himself
closer to Linda, placed his stone hard dick inside her asshole and his hands
on her firm breasts, which had caused me to think to myself, *Wholly fucking
shit! What type of man did I actually marry? Why didn't I stay in Boston?*
But that was before Linda had tossed the leather belt aside, moved herself
and Don closer to both me and Helen and said, "Well, Rebecca? What are you
waiting for? You know you want to suck my pussy!" and after I had suddenly
found myself realizing that I had no choice but to do exactly what she was
demanding me to do, I had moved my lips closer to Linda and started licking
on her hot, moist snatch, causing her to place her hands on my bare back and
say, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Don! Do it, Rebecca! Touch me!
Fuck me in the ass! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
And then, after they had finally relased me from my bondage and Don had taken
his stiff cock out of Linda's backside and began slamming it in and out of
Helen's hot and steamy cunt, I had suddenly found myself realizing that even
though I had been forced to have hot and steamy sex against my will, I was
able to experience the one thing that I had never experienced with any size
group before which happens to be pure and untamed erotica and I was enjoying
every minute of it.
Just then, after Don had placed his stone hard dick inside my cunt and
started licking on Linda's pussy, I had started licking on Helen's snatch and
carressing on her stiff mounds and her mistress has placed one of her hands
on Helen's silky-smooth naked thighs and sucking on her bare toes, causing a
sexually-energized Helen to place her hands on my bare back and yell at the
top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, LINDA! DO IT, REBECCA!
TOUCH ME! SUCK ON MY TOES! SUCK MY WET PUSSY DRY! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF
ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
And as soon as we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has finally allowed itself to make an appearence in one of Brian
Tarsis' erotic graphic novels, Don, Linda, Helen and I had came and collapsed
due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace,
while everyone else in Miami had kept on doing their normal daily routines.
Of course, that was before Don and I had returned to our hotel room, where I
had gone into the bathroom and my own husband had let out a sigh, lowered his
head in shame and said, "Look, Rebecca. I really am sorry about what we had
done to you back at Linda's place. You see, I still love you and would
continue to do so with all of my heart. The main question is would you be
able to forgive me?" just before I had opened the bathroom door, stood
bare-ass naked in front of Don with two of my hands inside my hot, wet pussy
and the other hand on my firm breasts and said, "That depends, Don!Are you
going to come over here and fuck me or what?"