Disclaimers: Night Court belongs to Starry Night Productions and Warner
Brothers Television. The Girls Next Door belongs to Alta Loma Entertainment,
E! Entertainment Television, Fox Television Network and Prometheus
Entertainment. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Voyurism, female/female sex, female solo sex, strong language
Pairing: Christine Sullivan/Kendra Wilkinson
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Summary: After she says 'goodbye' to her friends and flys herself from New
York to Los Angeles, Christine bumps into Kendra Wilkinson, who invites her
over to the legendary PLAYBOY Mansion.
Other Notes: This AU story is an answer to this particular question: What
else would you had been in life?
Dedications: None so far.
Girls Next Door/Night Court: Something Else In My Life
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
My name is Christine Sullivan and I had been a Legal Aid Defense Attorney
in the New York City courtroom of Judge Harold T. Stone for quite sometime
that I was unable to wonder what else would I allow myself to be in life,
but that was before the evening of April 20th, which was when I had
spotted our own court clerk, Mac Robinson taking some pictures for his
photojournalism class and driving everyone else -- including one of the
baliffs named Roz Russell -- flat out nuts.
Anyway, it was that very scenario that had suddenly caused me to walk over
to Harry's chambers and ask him for some time off just before he had looked
at me with the gaze of concern in his eyes and said, "Well, that all depends,
Miss Sullivan. May I ask why do need the time off?"
That was when I had taken a deep breath and answered, "Well, Your Honor.
It's just that after I had noticed what Mac was doing when I had came to work
today, I had suddenly began to wonder what else would I really be If I'm not
an attorney anymore. So, I had decided that I should take a trip and find out
what that something else might be."
And after he had given what I had said to him some serious thought, an
understanding Harry had placed his gentle hands on my shoulders and said,
"Okay, Miss Sullivan. Go ahead and go on your trip. I'll get someone to
replace you. You know, it's a good thing that you're going on your trip,
because you wouldn't have a certain Assistant District Attorney named Dan
Fielding to keep on chasing you for a little while."
And after the both of us had shared a small chuckle between ourselves and
gave each other a big 'goodbye' hug, I had gone into my office, taken care
of some last-minute paperwork, said 'goodbye' to Mac, Roz and a sweet and
gentle baliff named Bull Shannon and snuck out the backdoor in order to
Just then, after I had gone back to my apartment and gotten some things
packed in my suitcase, I had gone to the airport and was able to catch the
first on-time flight from New York to Los Angeles, California.
And as soon as the passager jet that I was on had safely landed itself on a
runway at the LAX Airport, I had caught a cab and had the cabdriver take me
to a local hotel, where I had checked myself in and the manager had the
bellhop take me up to my room.
And then, after I had given the bellhop a nice tip and he had left the room,
I had unpacked my suitcase, took a nice warm shower and changed into some
new clothes just in time for me to step out of the hotel and start looking
around the place that happens to be known as the City of Angels.
Just then, after I had walked myself about a few blocks away from the hotel,
a long and black limousine had stopped itself right next to me just before
the rear passager's side door had opened and the most beautiful blonde female
that I had ever seen outside New York had stepped out of the car, walked up
to me and said, "Excuse me for saying this to you, but it looks like you're
from out-of-town and in need of seeing something amazing. I'm on my way to
such a place right now. Care to join me?"
And after I had given her suggestion some thought and realized that it was
okay for me to trust her, I had said 'yes' to her invitation and the both of
us had gotten inside the limousine and allowed the driver to continue on his
way just before my newfound friend had held out a friendly hand and said,
"By the way, my name is Kendra Wilkinson. What's your name?"
"My name is Christine Sullivan and I'm from the City of New York," I had
answered Kendra's question while I was giving her a nice and friendly
handshake. "So, may I ask what do you do for a living?"
And after she had allowed herself to let out a small giggle, a smiling Kendra
had looked at me and asked, "Have you ever heard of a certain magazine known
as PLAYBOY?Because if you do, then you might be one of those women who want
to do something else in their lives and figured that posing in PLAYBOY might
be it. Am I right?"
And then, after I had given that question some thought and realized that it
was true that I was in need of something else in my life, I had reluctantly
nodded my head and allowed Kendra and the limousine driver to take me to the
one place that happens to be home of Mister Hugh M. Hefner himself, the
legendary PLAYBOY Mansion.
As soon as we had arrived at the mansion and gotten ourselves out of the
limousine, both Kendra and I had walked inside the house and I had gazed upon
each and every wonderfully-furnished room that Kendra had led me into with
wide eyes and a sense of awe.
Of course, that was just before we had stumbled ourselves into one of the
studio rooms, where we had spotted a photographer taking pictures of two
other blonde beauties who were leaning naked against a jukebox just before
a smiling Kendra had waved at the photographer and the two other girls and
said, "Hey, Everybody!I've just brought over a new Playmate. Her name is
Christine Sullivan and she's from New York."
And after the photographer -- who I had found out is named Arny Freytag --
and the two other blonde Playmates -- Holly Madison and Bridget Marquardt --
had walked up to me and welcomed me to the PLAYBOY Mansion with open arms, a
smiling Arny had looked at me, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Christine.
As long as you're here and ready to get started, all you and Kendra need to
do now is just take off your clothes and lean against the jukebox."
Well of course, both Kendra and I had taken all of our clothes off and placed
our nude bodies in front of the jukebox, but just as Arny was about to start
taking some pictures of us without any clothing on, a concerned Kendra had
looked at me and noticed that I had placed my bare arm over my breasts and
used one of my hands to cover-up my exposed pussy.
And after she had realized that I was being too shy to allow anyone else to
see my entire nude body, an understanding Kendra had placed her gentle hands
on my bare shoulders, looked at me with a small smile and said, "It's going
to be okay, Christine. There's no need for you to be afraid. I'll be as
gentle with you as possible. All you need to do now is just relax... and
And with that, Kendra had helped me uncover my nude body and we had kissed
each other ever so passionately on the lips just before she had placed me
against the jukebox and started licking all over my body -- all the way down
to my suddenly hot, wet pussy and carressing my firm breasts.
And after Arny had started taking pictures of what Kendra and I were doing to
each other, Holly had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her
hot, moist snatch and carressing her own tits and Bridget was doing the exact
same thing just before I had placed my hands on Kendra's bare shoulders and
said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Kendra! Touch me! Touch me
there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
And then, after we had laid ourselves down on the floor and Kendra had turned
herself around and allowed me to start licking on her cunt, I had suddenly
realized that I was experiencing something that I had never experienced with
another woman before, for I was experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and
enjoying every minute of it.
Just then, after she had placed herself in front of me and we had started
rubbing our pussies against each other, a sexually-energized Kendra had
placed one of her hands on my silky-smooth naked thigh and the other hand
on her own tits and yelled, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, CHRISTINE!
TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has made its appearance in the very last issue of PLAYBOY, both
Kendra and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with
our naked arms in a lover's embrace.
Just then, after Kendra had finally gotten me to meet Mister Hugh M. Hefner
himself and allowed him to have a look at the nude photos of Kendra and me,
he had looked at me with a friendly smile on his face and invited me to move
myself over to the PLAYBOY Mansion and become one of the magazine's newest
And after I had given that invitation some thought and realized that I had
finally discovered that something new in my life, I had looked at Hugh with
a smile on my own face and said to him, "As a matter of fact, Hef. I would
be honored to do so. But could you please do me one little favor and mail
one set of those photos of me and Kendra to a certain Mister Dan Fielding?
I just want to give him a little something to remember me by."