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Disclaimer: Sex And The City belongs to HBO, Sex And The City Productions,
Darren Star and Candace Bushnell. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 08/20/2004

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Male/female/female sex, drugs, mc, strong language

Categories: Het, slash, mind control

Pairings: Trey/Charlotte/Samantha, Miranda/Carrie

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift to Kim Cattrall -- who was born
on August the 21st, 1956 -- and takes place while Charlotte was only dating
Trey.

Summary: Samantha's three girlfriends reluctantly agreed to attend a birthday
party that she's throwing for herself.

Dedication: Happy Birthday to Kim Cattrall! -ATK 2004
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Sex And The City: Samantha's Wild Birthday Bash
by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol.com)

Well, here it is. Another rainy day on the Twenty-First of August and a
certain writer named Carrie Bradshaw -- who just happens to be me -- is stuck
inside her apartment, because I'm afraid to get my new pair of black pumps
wet.

Surprisingly enough, it's actually good that I'm staying in my apartment on
this very day, because I really don't want to go through the same thing that
my friends and I had gone through last year.

You see, August the Twenty-First also happens to be the birthday of one of
my friends, Samantha Jones, who had just barged into the restaurant where
Charlotte York, Miranda Dobbes and myself were having lunch, walked over to
our table and told us that she was putting together a wild birthday party
for herself.

"Whoa! That really must be some party, Samantha," said a wide-eyed Miranda,
who had nearly dropped her fork after hearing the details of Samantha's
birthday get-together. "Just why are you telling us this?"

"It's quite simple, Miranda," answered Samantha, after she had taken three
envelopes out of her purse and placed each of them in front of us. "I'm
hereby inviting each of you to Samantha's wild birthday bash. So, would you
come?"

And then, while Miranda and I were trying to think of an excuse to get
ourselves out of it, Charlotte had looked at Samantha, took a deep breath and
answered, "I'm sorry, Samantha. But I can't come, because I've promised to
Trey that we should find something to do together tonight."

"Oh, that's no problem, Charlotte," said a smiling Samantha, after she had
placed her hand on a reluctant Charlotte's shoulder. "Bring him along. The
more the merrier. How about the rest of you guys?"

And then, after we've just realized that there actually was no other way out
of it, both Miranda and I had also agreed to go to Samantha's party, which
also means that I've had no choice, but to tell Mister Big that I was unable
to make our date on that night.

Anyway, after I've told Big the reason why I was unable to go out with him on
our date and he had shocked me by saying that he had understood, I've put on
the fabulous dress that I've got inside my closet, left my apartment and took
a cab over to the Pink Pussycat nightclub where Samantha was throwing her
wild party.

After I've walked inside the club and sat next to my friends at a table that
was next to a life-sized statue of a man fucking a woman, one of the club's
employees had carried a large birthday cake over to our table and sang a full
course of the song entitled 'Happy Birthday' to Samantha.

And after she had wiped the tears from her eyes and thanked all of her good
friends for coming to her party, Samantha had made a wish and blew out all of
the candles on the cake.

Just then, after they had moved the cake to another table, one of Samantha's
dearest friends named Antonio Hernendez had walked over to our table, placed
three cups in front of us and poured a wine-like liquid into each of those
cups.

"This is a special birthday experience for you, Samantha. Inside all of those
cups is the extract from a very potent bunch of berries that I've recently
discovered during my trek across Africa," said a smiling Antonio, after he
had placed the cork back on the bottle on placed it next to the cake. "Of
course, I hereby assure all of you that it won't cause you any harm. However,
I would need only three to volunteer for this wonderous experience."

Well, all I could tell you is that after Miranda and I had said 'thanks, but
no thanks' to his offer, Samantha had picked one of the cups and we all had
looked at both Charlotte and her newfound loverboy, Trey MacDougal.

And after the two lovebirds had talked it over and agreed that it was
something new that they should try, both Trey and Charlotte had picked up the
two remaining cups -- and after they had made a heart-warming birthday toast
to Samantha, the trio had gulped down the liquid that was inside those cups.

But then, after they had placed those empty cups back on the table, something
had happened to the three of them that has gotten me very concerned -- and I
wasn't the only one, for Miranda had looked at me and said, "Carrie, if I'm
not mistaken, our three friends look like they've been hypnotised by
Antonio's weird berry juice."

"Ah, yes. That's quite correct, Miranda," said Antonio, after he had moved
Samantha's chair away from the table and made her stand up. "And now, I do
believe it's time for our three volunteers to put on a show for us."

And then, while he was moving Samantha over to the stage, Antonio had
whispered something in her ear -- and after he had placed her on the
stage, Antonio had whispered the same thing into the ears of both Trey
and Charlotte, while he was moving them to the same stage where Samantha
was standing on.

And after he had stepped away from my three hypnotised friends, Antonio had
raised his hands up in the air and said, "And now, the show shall now begin!"

Then, after he had clapped his hands really loud, Samantha, Charlotte and
Trey had looked at each other and let out a smile, which in my opinion was
a sure enough indication that they were alright.

However, after Antonio had walked over to a table, sat down on one of the
chairs, unzipped his pants and started rubbing his stiff cock up and down,
my three friends had removed all of their clothes and moved themselves
closer to each other.

And then, after Trey and Charlotte had started kissing each other ever so
passionately on the lips, Samantha had started licking all over Trey's nude
body -- all the way down to his stone hard dick.

Of course, while all of this was going on, poor Miranda was having trouble
standing still and it had caused her to around and pour herself a glass of
what she'd thought was wine, instead of that weird berry juice.

And after she had gulped it all down, the same zombie-like effect had came
over Miranda, while Samantha was sucking on Trey's balls, Trey was pumping
his stiff rod in and out of Charlotte's hot, moist snatch and Charlotte was
saying, "Aaaahhhh, yes! That's it! Do it, Trey! Fuck me! I really want you
to fuck me! Aaaahhhh!"

Just then, after she had heard Charlotte's loud voice, Miranda had looked at
me with a devilish smile on her face, walked over to me and tapped me on my
shoulder -- and after I've turned around and noticed the look on her face,
I've asked, "Is there something I could get for you, Miranda?"

Now, if I've known then what I know now, I would've realized that asking that
question was a really big mistake, for after she had placed her hands on my
arms, Miranda answered, "Yes, Carrie. You could go ahead and fuck me!"

And just before I was able to ask her what she was talking about, Miranda had
forced me down on the floor, ripped my dress off of my body and began sucking
on my breasts and pumping her fingers inside my pussy.

And while I was still trying to free myself from the iron-like grip of the
sex-crazed Miranda, Trey had laid himself on the stage and started pumping
his stiff cock in and out of Samantha's asshole and sucking on Charlotte's
hot, wet pussy.

"AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, TREY!" yelled Charlotte, while she was
carressing Samantha's firm breasts. "SUCK MY WET PUSSY! SUCK IT DRY, WHILE
YOU PUMP THIS BITCH! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

"AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, ASSHOLE!" yelled Samantha, after she had
placed her hand on the back of Charlotte's head. "FUCK ME! SUCK ON YOUR
BITCH'S WET PUSSY! MAKE US WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And while they were moving themselves harder and faster, Miranda had ripped
off her dress, placed herself in front of me and started rubbing her hot,
moist snatch against mine, causing me to have no other choice, but to
surrender to the hot, erotic passion that she was forcing on me.

Just then, after Miranda and I had finally cum, she had looked at me and
herself, realized what had happened to her and said, "Look, Carrie. I'm so
very sorry. I've thought that it was only wine."

And after I've realized what Miranda was trying to tell me, I've placed my
gentle hand on Miranda's shoulder and said, "It's okay, Miranda. It was just
a mistake and it could happen to anybody."

And then, after we've smiled at each other and gave ourselves a great big
hug, both Miranda and I had suddenly noticed the sound of a woman screaming
bloody murder on the stage.

And after we've covered-up our nude bodies with the club's tableclothes and
rushed over to the source of the noise, we were suddenly stunned to notice
that it was Charlotte who was crying her eyes out, while Trey and Samantha
were trying to calm her down.

"I'm so very sorry about this, Charlotte," said a wide-eyed Samantha. "I
really didn't mean for it to be this bad."

"OH, BULL-SHIT!" yelled Charlotte, while she was holding on to her beloved
Trey, who had also yelled, "SHE'S RIGHT, SAMANTHA, BECAUSE WE'VE REALLY MADE
THE MISTAKE OF COMING TO YOUR FUCKING PARTY, LITTLE MISS BIRTHDAY BITCH!"

And with that, both Trey and Charlotte had picked themselves off the stage
floor and stormed out of the club -- and that was the last time we've seen
of them.

As for Samantha, I've found out that she had recently joined the catholic
sisterhood and gave up on sex forever, which goes to show you that some
certain things have a way of working out differently.

Just ask my live-in bi-sexual lover, Miranda Hobbes.

THE END

    

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