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Thrown Away Dolls

by Daisy_Strike (Daisy_Strike@hotmail.com)

	Ifurita gazed at the lines again, making sure that she had them in the right order.  
"Lets see... huff...gasp....moan... gasp... no don't touch me... oh!"  *This is it, I've finally 
hit rock bottom* she thought to herself.  *It's all AIC's fault any ways, replacing me with 
that damn twit.*  Ifurita crumpled the script in her hands.  *I was the reason people 
watched El Hazard, until they ruined me in the television series.*
	A young girl sat down beside Ifurita carefully re-reading her lines from another 
script book.  With dark green hair, the color of grass, and brown skin, she was an oddity 
in a room filled with pale skinned beauties.  The girl seemed ill at ease in the room and 
for once Ifurita felt like acting the old hand at this job.  The older woman turned towards 
the young girl and smiled.
	"Hi, I'm Ifurita."  The green haired girl cautiously looked up into Ifurita's smiling 
face and paused for a second before returning a cautious smile.
	"Um...  Marine."  The girl replied.
	"What part are you here for?"  Ifurita asked, pushing an errant lock of hair behind 
her left ear.
	"Victim number three, you?"
	"Same, looks like were rivals then."  Ifurita said turning on the extra charm.
	"Don't I know..."  Marine was interrupted by the casting director walking out of 
the interview room fastening up his pants.
	"Ladies, I'm sorry but we have filled the role.  I thank you all for coming down 
here though and we will contact your agency if another role opens up."  The man turned 
around and walked back into his office.
	"Say you feel like a drink?"  Ifurita asked.  For a second it looked as if the girl 
would refuse the offer but then as if disappointment was what she was used too and was 
looking for something different for once, nodded her head.

***

	The two women walked out of the studio and headed down a busy wet street.  In 
the past two hours the less then lovely day had become overcast and finally decided to 
drizzle, harrying shoppers, suits, and O.L. alike.  The weather seemed determine to be 
depressing and was going to make sure that everyone knew it was still a force to be 
recommended with.
	A bar finally appeared out of the drizzle and with a breath of thanks both girls 
hurried in.  It was the type of bar only found in movies, almost empty due to the time of 
day and lousy weather.  The only table was filled by a group of four men quietly 
grumbling over a card game.  A tall broad man stood behind the counter wiping it down 
for imagined specs of dust.
	Ifurita sat down at the counter, crossing her legs to provide the maximum use of 
her figure. Marine seemed to lack this unconscious sex appeal that Ifurita radiated with 
out thought.  Instead she was able to give off the girl next door feel, one that Ifurita had 
never been able to master and she watched the girl carefully, hoping to be able to pick up 
a few pointers.
	"Can I get a Vodka, please."  Ifurita asked the bartender.  "What do you drink, 
Marine."
	"Uh... a Sex on the Beach."  The green haired girl whispered.  The bartender 
failed to bat even an eye and efficiently served the two ladies before quietly moving to 
the far end of the bar.
	"It's been bugging me for a while now, but I know I have seen you in something."  
Ifurita said sipping on her drink.  *I should have eaten something before going to the 
casting call.*  She thought as her stomach growled.
	"I was in a show...Saber Marionette J Again.  You've probably never heard of it."  
She sipped on her drink a little faster.
	"That's why I thought I knew you, we two are similar."  Ifurita said suddenly 
feeling depressed.  Marine looked at her inquiring.  "We were once both dolls that have 
now been forgotten."  The actress gulped down what remained of her glass and signaled 
for another.  "Don't you see we are both characters that have been forgotten, removed for 
a new plot, destroyed or lost for a story that continued on with out us."  Ifurita stared at 
her once again full glass, trailing her finger along its upper rim.
	"I wasn't going to say this, but you were my hero."  Marine said looking up at the 
tall woman.  "I remembered watching you on TV when I was growing up and wishing I 
could be just like you."
	*I'm not that old.*  Ifurita thought, taking another drink.
	"And at least you got some cameo's in the past series.  I'm dead in mine."  
Marine sighed.  "Haven't been able to get a job since.  I'm just to exotic looking to be 
able to find work."
	"Cameos, only to be replaced by that damn idiot, Quawool."  Ifurita sucked down 
another drink.  She had lost count now on the number she had ordered and was definitely 
feeling the effects.  "Don't worry though, Marine, I'm sure you will find something 
soon."
	"Thank you."  Marine took a small sip of her drink, still her first of the night.  
"You want to go somewhere else?"  She looked up at Ifurita, smiling innocently.
	"Sure, where?"  Ifurita asked, trying to focus on the other woman.
	"We can go to my house and play some games."  Ifurita paused, *she can't be that 
innocent, can she?  Well it does beat sitting at home and watching "Newly Wed Game" 
reruns.*
	"Sure why not."

***

	Ifurita stared at the apartment, framed pictures of dolphins and whales lined the 
walls.  The furniture was laid out in a light blue color with a matching deep green rug.  A 
shell curtain separated the main room from the kitchen.  It was painted in a light yellow 
creating a comforting feel that the beach was through there.
	Marine walked back in through the curtains carrying a pair of glasses and a bottle 
of wine.  The green haired girl sat down next to Ifurita on the couch and filled both of the  
glasses.  Ifurita gazed at the glass for a second and then tasted it, enjoying the deep flavor 
of the red wine lightly sipping it and rolling it around her mouth.  Ifurita lifted her gaze 
up from the glass, just in time to see Marine spill the drink she was pouring for herself on 
both Ifurita and the couch.
	"I'm so sorry... "  Marine said standing up quickly.
	"It's okay."  Ifurita told her standing as well, moving towards the kitchen.
	"Here why don't you take off those clothes, if we hurry we can get them into the 
washer downstairs, else it will stain."  Ifurita looked down at her blouse and the big red 
stain.  It was her best business suit, the one she went to all of her auditions in.  If it 
stained she would have nothing appropriate to where for tomorrow's disappointments.   
The pale woman looked at the stain, that on her white suit, closely resembled blood.  *No 
choice in the matter.*  Sighing she pulled her top over the head and gave it to Marine 
who was giving her an appraising stare.
	"There a little bigger then I thought they would be..."  Marine said admiring 
Ifurita's chest.  For some reason Ifurita felt a little shy and crossed her arms over her 
breast, her face heating up from the alcohol.
	"Do you have something I can put on?"  Ifurita asked, feeling uncomfortable in 
the chill air of the apartment.  Without the insulation of the blouse her nipples had started 
to harden in her bra from the cold air filling the room.  A fact that was not missed by 
Marine.
	"You are just so beautiful."  Marine tossed Ifurita's blouse onto the couch and 
walked towards the older girl staring deep into her eyes.  A little startled the pale haired 
woman took a step back until her calf touched the couch, blocking any retreat.  Marine 
continued to advanced until there was less then a hands width between the two of them 
and then cautiously she tilted her head up and kissed Ifurita lightly.  The light touch of 
their lips forced Ifurita backwards against the couch, she tripped and fell sideways one 
foot still touching the dark green carpet and another resting on the couch.
	Ifurita felt like she was dreaming, too many things were happening too fast and 
none of them made sense any more.  She used her right hand to push herself farther away 
on the couch.  Marine smiled from above her for a second and then laid down on top of 
Ifurita kissing her once again.  A light feather of a kiss, a probing touch of lips and then 
the green haired girl pushed herself above Ifurita with her arms  She looked down into the 
older woman's eyes searching for something.  Ifurita blinked once, and then tentative 
raised her own body returning the kiss.  Two tongues searched for and found each other 
intricately dancing and sharing part of themselves with the other person.
	Marine slowly lowered herself back down on Ifurita, allowing a hand to roam 
down the smooth flesh of the other woman tracing one breast and finally ending up on 
top of the very pale girl's waist.  Never breaking the kiss, Marine's fingers searched 
beneath Ifurita's skirt she slowly trace the outline of the other girls panties.  Finding the 
center of the silk shorts with two of her fingers, she gently probed for a sign of arousal.   
Marine found her sign immediately, a small wetness just beginning to soak into the silk.
	The two woman finally broke their kiss each coming away gasping for breath.  A 
single drop of perspiration trickled off the top of Ifurita's forehead and luxuriously slid 
down the side of her face.  Both women stared into each others eyes and paused for a 
split second in an almost impossible harmony and then Ifurita exhaled.  Marine giggled 
then slid down the couch slowly licking her way across the center of Ifurita.  She slid 
Ifurita's bra down off of her breasts, failing to unclasp it, but exposing the twin mounds.  
Then with a light touch caressed first one and then the other rock hard nipple with her 
tongue.  Ifurita, receiving so much attention, arched her back towards the breeze of a 
touch, feeling her nipples warm from the sensation.
	Marine continued her exploration down the center of Ifurita until she came to 
another hot spot.  In the past few minutes of grouping, Ifurita's skirt had already been 
pushed above her waist leaving the white silk panties pleasantly revealed to any ones 
inspection.  Marine admired them for only a second before removing them with her hands 
and then closely inspected that which lied beneath.  A triangle of very pale blue hair just 
above the pussy was all that remained of Ifurita's shaved pubic hair.
	The dark girl gazed up at the already panting older girl and met her eyes.  Sharing 
a form of wordless conversation impossible for most people, they once again spoke 
without words.  The second was broken and Ifurita lifted her hips in a clear invitation.  
With her index finger Marine parted the lips and slowly tested the inside of Ifurita's 
pussy.  Finding a great deal of moisture she already knew was there, she slowly pumped 
the finger while bending down to service the thick lips with her own.  Slowly licking the 
wet space in between Ifurita thighs, she continuing the thrusting movement of her index 
finger at the top of the woman's pussy.  Instinctively the older woman raised her hips 
trying to get closer to the source of pleasure.  Her mouth released a slow deep moan as 
perspiration began to trickle from the exposed portions of her body.  Ifurita lifted her left 
hand and slowly massaged her own breasts.  Before long the feeling's rushing up from 
her hips were too much and she came.  Marine feeling her partner come renewed her 
effort on the other woman's pussy prolonging the orgasm for a long moment of amazing 
pleasure.
	After Ifurita had finished thrashing and moaning, Marine slowly retraced her 
previous path up the center of the other girl.  This time failing to pause on the way and 
languorously arrived at Ifurita's mouth.  She stopped there and each girl re-tasted one 
another.  Ifurita receiving a small taste of her own juices.  She carefully cleaned the other 
girl of this wetness and just before they both lost themselves to fully exploring each 
others mouth again, Marine raised herself even farther until her hips were above Ifurita's 
head.  She slowly lowered her most sensitive part on to Ifurita's upraised lips, receiving a 
light kiss before the pussy settled down on top of the other girl's outstretched tongue.  
Ifurita inexperience probed the other girls tender spot before giving it a full lick enjoying 
the sweet taste.  Her tongue went to work quickly exploring then constantly and regularly 
probing the other woman's vagina until she found the clit.  Ifurita raises her face even 
further until she was able to entrap the clit between her own lip.  Above her Marine 
moaned in appreciation as she kneaded and then squeezed her own tits.  Slowly, rocking 
her hips back and forth on top of the pale girl's head.  Ifurita lost her kiss on the other 
girls clit, but continued her exploration lapping up a slow drizzle of fluid that threatened 
to overrun her ability to drink it.  In but a few minutes, Marine gasped and tightened her 
hips around Ifurita's face.  She moaned a deep chord of pure pleasure and slowly 
convulsed on Ifurita, before falling forward and laying panting on the couch.  Ifurita 
trailed her own line of kisses up the other woman's body, tasting sweat, until they were 
both kissing again.  The two women hugged and moved to the bedroom.

***

	A line of sunlight peeking out a curtain finally awakened Ifurita from her sleep.  
She was alone in an empty unfamiliar bed.  A massive headache pounding in Ifurita's 
skull, clearly telling her that she had partaken of too much alcohol the night before.  
Looking through blurry eyes she noticed a clean blouse laying on a chair next to the bed.  
A note sat on top of the blouse placed there for her to find.

"Ifurita,
	It was fun, lets do it again sometime.

				From,
					Another Thrown Away Doll."

*END*

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