Lynda ignores all that; she's more interested in Joan.

Lynda picked the bottle up and sipped as Joan looked back towards her. Whoever it was, it wasn’t someone who talked to the starlet very often; otherwise Joan would have just handed her the phone. As she played with her pigtail subconsciously, Joan questioned Lynda through nonverbal cues as to whether Lynda would take the call.

Setting the messages aside, Lynda shook her head, tossing her raven-colored hair from side to side. Lynda was feeling frisky. She had almost two hours before she had to be back to the set, and she wondered if by some careful questioning and hinting she’d be able to find out just how ... devoted ... Joan was. It was nice being the boss bitch; what the hell, why not see if she could get some extra enjoyment out of this innocent cutie?

"No, I’m sorry," Joan was saying. "Ms. Carter is shooting right now, but I’d be happy to take a message...."

While her assistant was looking the other way, dealing with the phone call, Lynda decided to ditch the uncomfortable belt and lasso. Her waistline had expanded just a wee bit, since she'd gotten a little too confident and lazy about her contractually required exercise regimen. She tugged and the belt didn't budge. She placed one hand on her bit of tummy bulge, and tried to get a better grip on the belt with the other hand. It wasn't easy, sitting down as she was.

Just then Joan finished the phone call, hung up, and started to turn around. Embarrassed, Lynda quickly took her hand away from her belt. It was too late! The redheaded beauty arched her eyebrows and looked down at Lynda's waist.

"Here," she cheerfully volunteered, "let me help you with that."

Surprised, Lynda moved her hands out of the way as the younger woman practically kneeled in the actress's lap and rather brusquely grabbed and unhitched the belt. Lynda uttered a slight "uhhnngg" as the belt popped off.

'Okay...,' the actress thought to herself, 'that was embarrassing.' She looked away for a moment, but then the two women looked at each other, smiled, and giggled.

The younger woman playfully patted Lynda's soft belly. "Better watch that, Ms. Carter," she teased. "Can't have Wonder Woman busting the seams on her uniform!"

Joan laughed, but Lynda sighed, rolling her eyes as she placed her hand back on her tummy. "It's not that bad," she protested, looking down. But Joan sat upright and impatiently placed her hands on her hips, giving the actress an impatient look. "Okay, okay," Lynda gave in, "so I haven't been keeping up with the exercise thing."

"I had it on your schedule," Joan scolded. "The half hour every day and the weekend thing too."

"I know..."

"If you like, Ms. Carter, you could join me and some of my girlfriends at our gym..."

"NO!," Lynda cut her off. "No thank you." The famous actress was pushing 30, and was a bit self-conscious about it. The last thing she wanted was to be seen with a bunch of pretty, perky 20-year-olds. With her luck, some enterprising paparazzo would manage to photograph her, not looking her best, struggling to keep up with a gaggle of fit 'n firm young fitness babes.

"I'll get back on the schedule... here at the studio gym," she promised. The studio gym was more private.

"Allllriiight..." Joan answered, skeptically.

"I promise," Lynda assured her.

"Okay," Joan said cheerfully, jumping back up and walking over to the phone to write down the details of the last message, lest she forget. Lynda liked the way the girl's pigtail bobbed around. She liked the schoolgirl look. In fact, she hoped that the girlish assistant would respond easily to what Lynda felt was her own more imposing presence.

As her assistant busily scribbled on her message pad, Lynda primped her breasts, tugged up on her costume bustier, and ran her hand through her hair the way girls and women do.

"So, Joan..."

"Yes...," Joan replied, finishing up her note and turning to look at her boss.

"Let's relax. We've got a couple hours." She patted the cushion next to her and smiled her trademark smile. It was infectious, and Joan smiled back. The conscientious assistant was a bit surprised, but not overly so. She readily walked back over and made herself comfortable, crossing her legs as she sat.

'She has very nice legs,' Lynda thought to herself, feeling a warm flush of desire. 'They look so sexy in black, nearly as good as mine. Hmm...' Lynda actually felt a brief pang of jealousy at that thought, but quickly reassumed her self-assured manner.

The actress smiled confidently at her industrious assistant, glad to have her undivided attention. She decided to soften her up with some small talk. "So," she asked indifferently, "who was that on the phone?"

"Oh, a guy from something called Vivid Enterprises, really wanted you to call them. Something about working with some of the big names in the industry. Whatever that means." Both women chuckled. "Anyway, I wrote down their number."

Lynda shrugged and dismissed the issue, saying they could check that out later. "I really appreciate having you to field calls like that for me, and the way you organize things. You do a good job."

"Thanks," Joan replied, smiling.



"So Joan," the actress said, deciding to assert herself with the girl, "I rarely have time to just talk about things with you -- you know, nice juicy girl-talk sorts of things. But first, could you unhook me in back?" Lynda turned, exposing her back to her assistant, who dutifully unhooked the corset-like uniform.

Joan smiled as she looked at the actress's back. Somewhat delicate, actually; not broad-shouldered at all.



The Wonder Woman costume had evolved a bit during the show's four years. After the third season (when the show was almost canceled) the producers had the costume department "re-engineer" the bustier to, as they put it, help "accentuate" the actress's figure. It was not something that she talked about on the set.

When the back of her costume was unhooked, Lynda sighed. The cups relaxed, as it were, and she felt her breasts move.

She turned back around, casually holding the front of the bustier as she faced her assistant. She arched an eyebrow, wondering if Joan would be upset by her nonchalance.

Joan did look, of course. Who wouldn't? The bustier had fallen an inch or two, so there was a little more of Lynda's upper chest... but nothing was exposed. Joan simply looked back up at Lynda's face, and smiled in a friendly way.

The imperious actress felt a little insulted that Joan didn't respond more. Who wouldn't be excited to see a little bit more of the famous Lynda Carter? She was starting to wonder... but then Joan piped up.

"So Ms. Carter, is the new costume a little uncomfortable? I guess it feels good to take the darn thing off and relax...."

Lynda was taken aback. "Excuse me?" What did she mean by that? Her assistant didn't work in the costume department, after all.

"Well I just thought it might be less comfortable, the way they re-did it, like, more rigid."

Now Lynda worried that she might be visibly blushing. Joan went on...

"Of course, it looks great!," the younger woman reassured her. "It, you know, makes you look really good!"

The actress couldn't decide what to say, and was unable to hide her surprise.

Joan's closed-lip smile turned up a bit, and she too looked surprised, in a different way. 'Oh dear,' she thought to herself, 'the great Lynda Carter doesn't know that everybody knows about the push-up bustier?'

Lynda cleared her throat and avoided the younger woman's eyes for a moment, finally saying, "Well yes, costumes can be uncomfortable sometimes. That's... that's just part of being in the acting profession." The actress raised her chin a bit... and kept holding the loose bustier to her chest.

"Of course," Joan agreed, holding her lips together, trying not to giggle.

This was not going quite as Lynda had planned. She'd expected the girl to be timid, unsure, like putty in her hands. 'Got to take control of this conversation,' she told herself.

"So anyway," Lynda finally said, shaking her hair as if brushing off whatever had just gone down, "I just thought we could talk. How are things with you? Any... romances in the offing?"



"Nnno...," Joan said tentatively, and shook her head. "No, nothing serious. I’m really devoted to you, I mean to my work here. And when I’m off, or I should say not here at the studio, it's some P.R. event of some kind with you. Of course there are my girl-buddies. We do lunch, go to the gym, sometimes a movie...."

"Hmm, I see," Lynda nodded, smiling agreeably. 'This might work just fine,' she thought to herself, ready to go on the offensive. 'Poor thing, with her mousy way, those glasses and that pigtail. She probably thinks guys don't find her attractive.'

"... It's nice of you to ask, though," Joan was saying. She shrugged her shoulders in a friendly sort of way.

"Well," Lynda began, deciding to butter her up, "I just thought, a pretty little thing like you..."

"Little???"

Lynda was surprised by the interruption.

"Ms. Carter, did you call me little?"

"Oh...," Lynda started to say, wanting to assure the girl that she didn't mean it in a bad way. But Joan went on...

"You know, you go teetering around in those high-heeled Wonder Woman boots," she said, in a fun but challenging tone. "I don't think you've ever stood next to me barefoot. Hey..."

The girl jumped off the sofa, standing and putting her hands on her hips. "We've got your boots off," she said, "why don't you stand up now!" She stood proudly, smiling down at Lynda.

"Oh, Joan," Lynda protested, "I didn't mean anything by it. I just meant..."

"C'mon," Joan laughed, "what are you afraid of?"

"Oh... silly... I'm not afraid. I..."

"C'mon! Let's see who's taller!"

"Oh," Lynda laughed nervously, trying to brush it off, "it doesn't matter!" She looked up at the girl. Joan was standing in an almost Wonder Woman-like stance. She did look kind of tall. Lynda again felt herself losing confidence....

"Hey!" Joan laughed. She reached down, grabbed the older woman by the hand, and pulled. Lynda would have resisted, but she was too distracted with trying to hold her top on. Propelled by the vigorous young woman's grip, she practically stumbled right into her! They both started laughing. Lynda regained her footing, pushed herself away from the girl a little bit and quickly clutched her bustier to keep it from falling off.

"So," Joan giggled, "who's taller?"

Lynda was looking down and shaking her head as she **** herself to stop laughing at the funny situation. "Joan," she chuckled, "you are such a silly one..."

Then she looked up.