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Disclaimers: Pepper Dennis belongs to 20th Century Fox. The Girls Next Door
belongs to Alta Loma Entertainment, Prometheous Entertainment, the Fox
Television Network and E! Entertainment Television. This story is
not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 11/06/2007

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, graphic violence, voyurism, female solo sex,
female/female sex, male solo sex, male/female sex

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Pepper/Kendra/m

Archive: Yes

Summary: After she gets fired from her job at WEIE, Pepper starts looking for
a new job, only to have her bump into one of The Girls Next Door known as
Kendra Wilkinson at a local diner.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Rebecca Romijn -- who was
born on the Sixth day of November, 1972 -- and takes place after the final
episode of 'Pepper Dennis'.

Dedication: Happy 35th Birthday to Rebecca Romijn! -- ATK 2007
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Girls Next Door/Pepper Dennis: Wanton Sex Goddess
by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol.com)

My name is Pepper Dennis -- actually my name is Patty Dinkle -- and ever
since I had moved myself to the City of Chicago, Illinois and gotten a job as
reporter for WEIE Channel 4's evening news program, I was able to make some
really good friends and had figured that nothing bad would ever happen to
keep me from reaching for the show's anchor job.

But of course, that was before I had made the stupidest piss-ant mistake of
my life and allowed myself to have hot and steamy sex with a certain dumb-ass
prick known as Charlie Babcock, who had stolen that anchor job away from me
and it was just because I was only just something that he was only willing to
fuck!

But if you were to ask me, that was only the tip of the iceberg, because my
sister -- who is now known as Kathy Dinkle Williams -- had came to my place
and cried on my shoulder and that was because of what she had spotted what
her husband -- whose name happens to be Bryce Williams -- was doing with some
other woman, only to have that fucking son-of-a-bitch talk things out with my
poor sister and convince her to take that humanoid piece-of-shit back.

And if that was not bad enough, it was on the Sixth day of the month of
November that the WEIE Evening News producer had called me into his office
and told me that he really was sorry to do it but he had no choice but to
terminate my employment with the station, causing me to slam my fists right
on his desk and yell at the top of my lungs, "I'M FIRED! IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE
ACTUALLY SAYING TO ME? THAT I'M FIRED!"

That had caused the poor guy to walk himself over to me, place his gentle
hand on my shoulder and say, "Whoa, Pepper! Take it easy! I really had tired
to convince the station's board of directors to keep you around and place you
in the same anchor seat with Babcock but it was no use. They had figured that
since we already have Blanca Martinez working here, they don't want to risk
the possibility of having the station's reputation sink completely to the
ground."

And then, after I had suddenly realized that even though what the news
producer had said to me was the flat-out crappiest excuse that I had ever
heard in my life, I was not going to hold on that job at the WEIE Newscenter
for the rest of my life, which had caused me to pack-up all of my personal
stuff inside a box, say 'goodbye' to all of my good friends including Kimmy
Kim and Chick Dirka and step out of the WEIE Channel 4 building before I had
stopped, let out a sigh and allowed a single tear to run down my cheek.

But that was before the very next day, which was when I had decided to pick
myself up and start looking for a new job for myself, only to discover that
no matter how hard I had tried to find that new job, none of the other
businesses were going to hire anyone new yet but I was unable to allow that
little bit of logic to make me give-up on my job-hunting mission.

But of course, that was before I had stopped at a local diner to get myself
some lunch and discover that there was a dumb-ass toy-boy-ish blonde bimbo
from my high-school days known as Kendra Wilkinson, who was sitting at a
booth, sipping some coffee and looking like she was 'Miss Big-Time'.

Of course, that had caused me to walk myself over to that booth, looked at
that blonde bitch with one hell of a hard stare and cleared my throat,
which -- in turn -- had caused that fucking whore to look up at me, allowed
a big smile to appear on her face and say, "Hey, Patty! It's so good to see
you again!"

"It's funny that you should say that, Kendra!Because I don't feel so good to
see you again as well!", that was what I had said to that date-stealing bitch
and it was because while we were still in high-school, she had worn a really
sexy dress to the school prom and my date -- this one handsome stud whose
name was Roger Bronson -- had noticed how hot she had looked in it that he
had dumped me right there on the dance floor and gone steady with that blonde
whore!

But then suddenly, after she had looked at her watch and said, "Wholly shit!
Look, Patty. I really do wish that we could just sit around and go over all
the wonderful times that we had in high-school together but I really do need
to get my ass over to the Chicago Playboy Mansion. I have something to do
over there. Maybe we'll get together again sometime soon. Catch you later."

And after she had left the diner, I had looked at my reflection in the mirror
behind the counter and thought to myself, *Oooohhhh, no! No you don't, Patty!
You're not going to allow that fucking bitch to blow you off again!* just
before I had ordered myself some lunch and began chowing down on it.

And then, as soon as I had finally finished eating my lunch and paid the
bill, I had stepped out of the diner and walked myself al the way over to
1340 North State Parkway, which happens to be the address of the Chicago
Playboy Mansion -- which I had found out thanks to my old job as a reporter
for the WEIE Evening News -- and was where I had suddenly discover that
someone has unlocked the gate.

And of course, that had caused me to open the gate and walk myself up to the
front door of the former residence of 'Mister Playboy' himself, Hugh Hefner
just in time for me to discover that the front door was also unlocked and I
was able to open that door and step into the one place where that famous
magazine was born.

And as soon as I had suddenly heard the sounds of someone setting up some
equipment in one of the bedrooms, I had followed those sounds to their
source and discovered that a young and handsome young stud who was bearing
a striking resemblance to this one hot-looking Hollywood actor known as
Jerry O'Connell was making sure that all of the photography equipment was
set-up properly.

But just as I was about to ask that handsome stud what was he doing in there,
some female stranger had sneaked herself behind me, grabbed a vice-like hold
on my hair and pulled me really hard down to the floor of the hallway,
causing me to yell at the top of my lungs, "AAAAHHHH, FUCKING SHIT! WHY DID
YOU DO THAT? I WAS ONLY BEING CURIOUS! THAT'S ALL!"

But to my surprise, my mysterious attacker has released her grip on my hair,
take one look at me and say, "Whoa, Patty! I really am sorry about that! Are
you okay?" causing me to turn my confused eyes toward the attacker and
discovered that it was Kendra in only a pink silk robe.

And after I had given her a good hard look and asked, "What's wrong, Kendra?!
Having hot and steamy sex with a certain Mister Roger Bronson not enough for
you anymore?!" Kendra had -- much to my surprise -- closed her eyes, let out
a sigh and said, "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Patty. You see,
as soon as both Roger and I had turned our eyes toward you and noticed that
you were leaving the prom with such a pissed-off look on your face, I had
wanted to go after you and explain the whole thing but Roger had told me not
to do that, because the damage was already done."

And then, after she had helped me get back up to my feet, I had looked at
Kendra with both shock and confusion in my eyes and asked, "Roger was still
in love with me... not you?" she had nodded her head and answered, "That's
right, Patty. I mean, even though I did look hot in that dress back then,
his heart was still with you."

"And I had acted like a stupid piss-ant jerk over nothing," that was what I
had said to Kendra before I had closed my eyes and allowed a single tear to
run down my cheek just before she had wiped the tears from my face, looked
at me with a small smile and said, "Oooohhhh. That's okay, Patty. He wasn't
willing to make a commitment to either one of us anyway."

And after the both of us had looked and smiled at each other and shared a
small giggle between us, the Jerry O'Connell-clone had cleared his throat and
said, "I'm sorry to ruin this little trip down memory lane, Kendra. But if
I'm not mistaken, Hugh still wants us to do a photo-shoot in this place."

That had suddenly caused little old curious me to turn my eyes toward Kendra
and asked, "Does this mean that you're now posing nude for Playboy?" just
before she had let out a small giggle, placed her gentle hand on my shoulder
and answered, "Not only that, Patty. I'm also starring on this hit reality
series on E! Entertainment Television entitled 'The Girls Next Door', which
follows the lives of Hef's three blonde lovers, Holly Madison, Bridget
Marquardt and... well...!"

"Wholly fucking shit!Are you actually bullshitting me?" that was what I had
said after my very own eyes had bugged out and before Kendra had opened up
her robe and asked, "Why don't you have a look and tell me, Patty?" just
before she had placed herself in front of the camera and allowed Brian
Jackman -- which happens to be the Jerry O'Connell-clone's actual name -- to
start taking pictures of Kendra in one sexual pose after another.

And while that was going on, I had suddenly found myself stripping off all
of my clothes, pumping two of my fingers in and out of my hot, wet pussy
and carressing my own tits with the other hand just before I had placed my
bare-ass naked body inside that room, kissed Kendra ever so passionately on
the lips and started licking all over her nude body -- all the way down to
her hot, moist snatch and carressing her firm breasts.

And as soon as he had noticed this particular scene, a bi-sexually curious
Brian had put down his camera, taken all of his clothes off and began
stroking his stiff cock right in front of us just in time for Kendra to
place her hands on my bare shoulders and say, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's
it! Do it, Patty! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

Then, after he had placed his stone hard dick inside my asshole and his
hands on Kendra's bare shoulders, I had suddenly realized that I was able
to experience the one thing that both Kendra and I had never experienced in
quite a long time, for we were once again experiencing pure and untamed
erotica... and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after Brian had placed his stiff cock inside my pussy and started
licking on Kendra's snatch, my old high-school buddy had placed her hands on
my silky-smooth naked thighs and began sucking on my stiff mounds, causing me
to place my hands on Kendra's bare back and yell at the top of my lungs,
"AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, BRIAN! DO IT, KENDRA! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY
TITS! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after the three of us had started moving ourselves harder and
faster and our lovemaking has finally arrived at the Chicago Playboy Mansion,
Brian, Kendra and I had all came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell
asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace.

As for my former co-workers at the WEIE Newsroom, I had finally mailed a
package to them from my new place of residence at 10236 Charing Cross Road,
Holmby Hills, California 90024 -- which happens to actually be the Los
Angeles Playboy Mansion -- and it contains a large photo of me in nothing
but my birthday suit with the words 'Pepper Dennis: Wanton Sex Goddess' over
my head and a note attached to it, which had said, "Go ahead, Babcock! Eat
your fucking heart out!"

THE END!

    

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