Journal Of An Agent

[Carnage Jackson]

Feedback is always appreciated, as well as suggestions for this series. (carnagejackson@hotmail.com). This one starts off kind of slow but I had to do the background info somewhere. Enjoy…
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Journal Of An Agent: Ch. 1 – RLC

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Following the death of my father, I became the inheritor of his business as a Hollywood agent. I hadn't known too much of my father, because he left my mother and I when I was 3 to pursue his dreams in L.A. and Hollywood. Having not received a birthday card or even a call in over ten years, I wasn't exactly excited about the idea of inheriting a business. I had just graduated college with a degree in English and was looking forward to finding a job as either a columnist or a teacher or something to that effect.

My mother died right after I graduated high school, so I had been on my own for a while. I wasn't planning on attending my father's funeral, until his most loyal employee, a woman named Rebecca Carr called me at home to tell me about the inheritance. Rebecca had been with my father since he moved to L.A., and though they were intimate with each other early on she told me, passion soon gave way to a deeper friendship and she helped his business grow. It was upon her insistence that I chose to attend. My father's funeral was a bit of a scene in Hollywood, as he had spent over 20 years there building a small empire. Young and old, famous and fleeting celebrities were in attendance. People guessed right away who I was, as anyone who knew my father as well as knew me said I was almost an exact image, albeit a little skinnier.

I was about 6'1 and weighed about 170 to 180 pounds. I didn't work out religiously but I was in good shape. The most striking feature I had been told were my eyes. Apparently I had inherited from my father this icy cold stare that burned through my dark blue eyes into people. Combined with my dark brown hair, I had been told by more than one ex- girlfriend that I could look very menacing sometimes when I got even slightly angry.

Following the services, I met with the executor of my father's estate, a Mr. Blake, as well as Ms. Carr to discuss the future of the agency.

"Your father had quite a successful business here Mr. Simonds," said Mr. Blake. "Over 30 employee's, a fine stable of award winning actors, actresses and musicians, as well as close to a hundred unknown's. Keeping retainers with virtually all of them was a brilliant move by your father, as the agency is now worth an estimated $50 million dollars. Being his only heir, you stand to inherit it, as well as his home and personal finances."

I was shocked. I knew he had done fairly well (my mother never said much about him and his success) but I had no idea HOW well. Blake continued:

"You can do what you wish with the business Mr. Simonds, but before you act I suggest you speak with Ms. Carr first before deciding one way or the other," Blake said.

Ms. Carr finally spoke. She was a woman in her late 50s, still in good shape for the most part. Her hair had gone gray but not in a witchy sort of way. It seemed to fit her perfectly, as though she had aged, you could tell that she must have been very attractive in her younger years. Her brownish-green eyes danced with this natural exuberance and I couldn't help but think that she would have made a good model.

"Dean, your father loved you despite his lack of showing it. I know you didn't know him, nor do you know the slightest thing about Hollywood or being an agent, but I think that you probably have the natural charisma your father had. You really should consider running his business. That was your father's last wish, that you help it grow," she said, smiling ever so slightly when she finished. She came across as a good natured grandmother, which was probably the effect she was going for. Her last part angered me a little, trying to play the pity card.

"Look, I know that he wanted me to run things, but I don't have the slightest clue. Even with you here to help me, I would still be lost, not to mention be light years behind in learning how to schmooze this town," I said.

"I only wish I could stay to help you. Like your father, I put my heart and soul into here but now I have to cash out. There are too many memories, too much pain. Besides, I'm an old woman. I want to enjoy my late years," replied Rebecca.

"Well, that's just great. Now I have NO ONE to help me, even if I DID decide to stay!" I said, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, no, no, that's not true. Ever since your father became sick, I knew I would be retiring. I've been training a replacement though, and I'm sure that she will be able to help you just as well as I could," said Rebecca.

We discussed and debated for over two hours, but in the end (and much to my chagrin) I agreed to stay and try to run the company for an interim period of six months, just to see how things went. That would give me time to tie up loose ends and sell clients to other agencies if need be. I went home to my father's house that night, laying in bed thinking about all that I had brought upon myself. I concluded that I was at a good cross roads and that because of the safety net of money left to me, I could afford to take a risk like this. Hey, I thought as I drifted off to sleep, maybe I'll get laid somewhere along the way.

I went into work on Monday feeling optimistic about things, as well as a little apprehensive. I went into my father's office and sat down in his chair to try and sort out files and such. I hadn't been sitting for 5 minutes when a knock came on the door.

"Come in," I said as I straightened up in my chair and tried to look my most professional.

The door opened and in walked a beautiful young woman, wearing a knee length maroon skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was a rich black and her skin was of an olive complexion. She had bright green eyes that were perfectly positioned on her face. Her nose was small as were her lips, which were a shade that matched the color of her dress. Her chest wasn't enormous, but certainly tested the limits of the fabric of her blouse. She walked with a kind of step that exuded confidence in herself, but also showed she couldn't be fucked with. I liked her already.

"Hi. My name is Julie Carr and I'm here to help you sort through those files on your desk," she said. She spoke with an unmistakable California accent, one that showed she had lived in California her whole life. My mind immediately made the connection when she said her name.

"Carr? Are you related to Rebecca Carr who used to work here?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes. She is my mother. But like you, I never knew my father. Mom has been training me to help you for two months now and I think I will be able to help you figure things out. You ARE Dean Simonds aren't you?" she smiled at me.

"Yes, that's me. How did your mother know that I was going to be running things two months ago? I just met her two DAYS ago." I asked.

"I asked the same thing. All she said was that if she knew your father at all, convincing you to stay would be no sweat," she replied, sitting herself in one of the two guest chairs of the office.

Her mother's assumption about me made me a little ticked, and I guess it showed because Julie sort of got this defensive look on her face that showed she knew I was upset.

"Look, all that is over and done with. Your here for six months, so let's try to make the most of it," she said, extending her petite right hand out for me to shake.

I shook her hand and calmed down a little bit. Bygones are bygones I thought. For the next three hours, we poured over the files. I got to like Julie's personality right away, but she seemed to exude this self defense sort of attitude that crushed any attempt at a sexual maneuver. For lunch, Julie had one of the interns pick us up some sandwiches from the delicatessen down the street. After we finished eating, Julie stood to go.

"Well, we made some good progress today. Hopefully we can get this far all the time," she said.

"Where are you going? It's only 1:30? Was my father THAT lax in letting people leave?" I asked.

She laughed. "No, it's just you have a client coming in at 2:00 and I thought you might want some time to clean up the office. Oh yeah, and to get that piece of lettuce out from your teeth," she said laughing good naturedly as she walked out.

I walked over to the mirror and brushed my teeth, and then proceeded to clean myself up. I had just finished straitening up the files we had been going through when there was a knock on the door.

"Dean, this is Racheal Leigh Cook. She's your two o' clock," said Julie, opening the door and ushering in the client. As soon as Racheal had walked in, Julie closed the door behind her.

Rachael was wearing a dark green sweater and a black silk dress. Combined, the outfit went a long way to hiding the curves that she had to have underneath. Even though I wasn't from Hollywood, I certainly knew who she was. Even in person, she exuded this sort of shy radiance...like a delicate flower who was afraid to blossom. Her hair was pulled back behind her ears and she looked almost elfish. Despite wearing 5 inch lift shoes, she still barely would have come up to my chest. I rose to greet her.

"Ahh, Ms. Cook. How are you? I'm Dean Simonds. Would you care for something to drink?" I said.

"A glass of water if you don't mind. I'm sorry to hear about your father. He was a terrific man. In fact, that's sort of why I am here today." she said.

I walked over to the mini bar and poured her a glass of water, fixing myself a scotch over ice.

"What do you mean?" I asked, handing her her drink. She did indeed only come up to my chest. Raising her head, her deep, soulful brown eyes looked me in my eyes.

"Well, I was planning on coming over to your firm as long ago as last year, now that I finally got all the legal paper work done with my ex agent. I had to reschedule my appointment after your father's passing. But with you running things now, I can still check to see if it is true." she said, taking a sip of her water.

"See if what is true?" I asked a little puzzled.

Her eyes sparkled for a brief moment. Rachael laughed lightly, a very feathery kind of laugh that helped with her pixyish image. She again looked into my eyes, but this time with a growing sense of lust.

"Your father was known as a great guy for his clients it's true. But he was even more well known by his female clients as being...well...endowed," she said, stepping closer to me.

Her forwardness surprised me. Everything I had read about her or seen her in, she always seemed very passive and shy. But apparently sexually, she knew exactly what she wanted.

"...and with you I can see if the old saying 'Like father, like son' is correct," she said, placing her hands on my belt.

My mind raced. Here I was on my first day of running a business and I was already being seduced like a common gigolo. Should I go with it or stop this now and keep from building a reputation?

My question was answered when I felt the belt come off and my pants fall to the floor. Rachael stood on her tip toes and leaned into me, forcing me back against the mini-bar. Her mouth met mine and her tongue slid into my mouth like a stealth snake. I responded in kind by meeting her tongue halfway. I lifted her up off of me and carried her over to the couch against the far wall of my office. I laid atop her, holding myself up with my arms. We kissed each other passionately and I slowly slid my hand up her side to her just big enough breasts and began to play with her right breast through the material of her sweater. I could feel her moan into my mouth, an obvious sign she was enjoying it. Our kiss finally broke, and she sat up. Reaching down, she lifted her sweater over her head, revealing a pair of grapefruit sized breasts straining and heaving against a black pushup bra. She reached around her back and unclasped the bra, flinging it aside. Her breasts were bigger than I had guessed, with dark brown, quarter sized nipples in the center of each. I stuck my hands out and squeezed them gently, massaging them around in my hands. Rachael groaned softly, throwing her head back in pleasure. Her dark brown, shoulder length hair fell upon her bare shoulders as she looked at me again with those eyes. I gazed upon her face, relishing her simple yet elegant face.

Rachael began unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time, very methodically. I lifted myself up with my elbows and she slid the shirt off of me. As I said earlier, I try to stay in shape, focusing mainly on getting some tone in my arms and having a flat stomach. At this point, I was now left in only my boxers, something Rachael quickly set to remove. Using the same gentleness she had used before on my shirt and pants, she slowly slid my boxers off over my cock, allowing it to spring up and then land with a very audible thump on my stomach. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if anyone heard us.

Rachael licked her lips and slowly began jacking my cock with her right hand, as I continued to play with her tits. God they were soft and felt so great.

"I guess all my girlfriends were right, having a big cock DOES run in the family," she said with a devilish smile.

I guess I'm modest, because I never have measured how big I am. Previous girlfriends had said I was big, but again I didn't know.

"God, you must be at least 9 inches long!" Rachael gasped, inadvertently answering my question. "And your as thick as my wrist! I've got to feel this beast in me before I let you go," she said, smiling.

"But first, a little snack!"

Lowering her head down so that her hair fell in front of her face, her lips touched the head of my very erect prick very lightly. Snaking her tongue out, I felt her twist it around in my pisshole. Pulling her mouth off for just a split second, the cool air hitting where her warm lips had been was a thrill. But it was short lived, as in one swift move attempted to deep throat me. She got about half of my cock down her throat before it hit the back of her throat. She lifted her mouth off again and began licking me up and down, starting from the head and going all the way down to my balls, sucking on each one in that gentle manner she had been using.

By this time, I was really enjoying myself, but things had to pick up. I placed my hand atop her head and forced her back down on my cock. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her mouth up and down my cock. She got the idea very quick and began bobbing up and down rapidly. I laid my head back on the arm of the couch and relaxed, letting out a sigh. She continued like this for what must have been 10 minutes, rotating between licking my cock slowly and bobbing up and down fast. Finally I said in a husky voice "I'm about to come."

Pulling her head off completely, she grabbed my cock with her hand and stood me up. With me standing and my cock still in her hand, she got to her knees and began jerking me rapidly. I grunted loudly as my cock exploded, spraying her chin and lips and even landing a dollop or two in her hair. With my cum dripping off of her chin and onto her cute little breasts, she proceeded to lick my cock of any cum and wiped the cum from her lips, only to rub it into her chest and onto her tits. Out of breath, I sat back down on the couch.

Rachael stood up before me and wriggled slinkily out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties. Her snatch was a lighter brown than her hair, but was still a close match. She was shaved in a bikini line but nowhere else, which left a wispy "V" shape over her mound. Her pussy hair wasn't very thick and I could see that her cunt was fully aroused, her dark brown outer lips glistening from her female wetness.

She lowered her legs over my still erect cock and slowly let it push into her. My god she was tight, but not a virgin which really didn't surprise me.

Finally I felt her settle on top of me, my cock buried to the hilt in her warm pussy. Rachael sighed a moan of pure satisfaction and then lay her head on my shoulder. Using the couch as a lift, she proceeded to slowly move herself up and down my cock. I could feel her pussy craving more as it tried to grip me every time she slid on and off of my cock. Wanting to match her pace because I knew I wouldn't last long inside her (I hadn't had sex in a while), I began thrusting my hips up every time she would pull off, making sure that no matter how high up she lifted herself, the tip of my prick was still in her. I reached down to her beautiful snatch and began stroking her clit furiously at a much faster pace than what we were going at. The combined sensation was too much for her, as she cried out in orgasm and I felt her juices spill onto my hand and legs. Feeling myself on the brink, I warned her that I was about to come. Lifting her head off my shoulder and still struggling to catch her breath after her orgasm.

"Cum...in my...ass," she gasped.

I had never had a girl ask to be fucked up the ass, but hey, this was L.A. I pulled out of her and tried to lubricate my cock with her juice and my precum. Rachael had already leaned over the couch arm and was thrusting her ass up in the air. Walking up behind her, I bent down to lick her asshole just to soften things up a little. Placing my cock at her tight little hole, I gently pressed my head into her. I could hear her grimace at first and bite down on her lower lip until I got the head past, and then she sort of sighed in relief. I worked the shaft into her and before I even realized, I had all but a few inches in her. Because I was the one setting the tempo and since I knew I was close to orgasm, I built up a quickening pace of thrusts into her ass, pushing harder every time. Rachael gasped and moaned, loving every minute of it. I reached my hand down and began playing with her clit again, shoving three fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy. I felt that familiar sensation in my balls again, and thrust into her hard one last time, shooting my hot load right up her ass. She must have felt it in her because she cried out in a loud pleasure scream that I knew SOMEONE must have heard.

We were both out of breath, and when I felt my dick softening, I pulled out of her. We lay on the couch for a few minutes, kissing and touching each other, until Rachael said she had to go.

We both got dressed and I walked her to the door.

"I have total confidence in your skills Mr. Simonds. I hope you will accept me as a client," Rachael said, kissing me on the cheek.

"Well, after that convincing argument, I would be a fool not to," I replied, smiling.

I watched her go and then shut the door to my office. Sitting back in my chair with my hands behind my head, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think things will go just fine out here," I said to myself.

To Be Continued...

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent: Ch. 2 – Katie H.

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"Dean, call on line 3," buzzed in Julie. Her call had awoken me from my day dreaming.

"Take a message. I'm...busy," I replied.

"That's bullshit and you know it. It's pretty important, you should take it. It's Katie Holmes," she replied, hanging up the phone. Sometimes I swear the only reasons I keep Julie around is because she looks so good and that she knows what the hell she is doing when I don't. Today I had to restrain myself again from asking her out, for she looked absolutely stunning. Julie is my personal assistant and all around go to girl with any questions I might have since I took over the agency a month ago. She is one of those women who can look great without even trying. Today she was wearing a pair of maroon leather pants that accentuated her ass and hips perfectly, and to conceal her wonderful breasts, a cashmere sweater top. God I was dying to get into her pants, but I just kept telling myself "One day...one day."

But back to reality. The on hold button had beeped 2 or 3 times and I was impressed with Katie's persistence. One thing I had learned since I got here was that if someone didn't pick up the phone immediately, they didn't want to talk to you. Oh well, she is young and still learning. After inheriting the business from my estranged father, Katie was but one of the clients the firm held. This was the first time I had talked to her however.

Picking up the phone, I didn't even get two words out before she cut me off.

"Dean, you have to help me!" said Katie, whispering into the phone.

"Nice to finally talk to you Ms. Holmes. What's wrong?" I said, feigning interest. Probably dented her car or something.

"It's this guy I'm with. I met him last night at a club and got a ride back to his house. I fucked him, but then afterwards he started doing some strange shit that I wasn't into. When I told him I wanted to go home, he slammed me against a wall. I finally got him calmed down by getting him drunk and he passed out on top of me as I was getting him to bed. It was only this morning that I could crawl out from under him and call you. I need you to come pick me up," she said, sounding as nervous and quiet as a scared mouse.

"Why can't you just hail a cab or take the bus since your car isn't there?" I said.

"That's the problem. See, the guy is this really tough black guy and...well, he lives in South Central," she said.

My nerves jumped to attention. Here was this rich, famous white girl stuck in the middle of South Central. Man dad, you sure picked the smartest talent didn't you?

"I can get out of the apartment no problem but I can't stand on the street corner for too long," she went on.

"Alright, I'll come get you," I said, sighing apprehensively. "Give me the block your on and meet me there in 30 minutes. I'll get there as soon as possible.

She gave me the address and hung up.

Walking out of my office, I explained everything to Julie. She looked concerned but knew I had to do it.

"Normally, you could probably send someone else. But she is too big a client and too famous. If word of this got out, we'd lose have our talent," she said.

"I know. I just wish I didn't have to roll through there in a BMW," I said as I walked out the front door.

It was about 20 minutes later that I started getting nervous. As I've said before, I am a pretty decently built guy. But even I wouldn't stand a chance against even two guys with guns or other weapons. Driving slow enough not to raise suspicions, I finally spotted Katie standing in a door way of a run down looking building. She was dressed in clubbing clothes: Purple baby doll t-shirt and a black micro skirt. To top it off, she was wearing knee high leather boots. If a cop had driven by, she probably would have been picked up for prostitution. I slowed to a stop and rolled down the window. Poking my head out I called her name. Looking my way, she picked up her purse from the step and ran over to my car. Jumping in and closing the passenger door, she leaned over a gave me a closed mouth kiss on the lips.

"Thanks so much. I don't know what the hell I was thinking," she said.

"Don't thank me, we aren't out of trouble yet," I said, driving off.

Just as I had started down the street, a group of three or four guys wearing bandanas stepped out behind the car, no more than 5 feet away. Reaching into his jacket, the one standing in the front pulled out a gun and aimed. Seeing all this in the rear view mirror, I floored it.

"KATIE, GET DOWN!" I screamed, driving haphazardly down the street. Suddenly, a bullet shattered the back windshield, making a tremendous crashing noise, causing Katie to scream. I kept on driving and finally the gang was out of sight.

Lifting her head up from her knees, Katie spoke.

"The one who shot at us was the guy I fucked last night. That is one crazy guy. You wouldn't believe what he wanted me to do to him,"

I was barely listening, my heart was thumping madly in my chest. We were out of South Central now, and back on the L.A. freeway. I had calmed down a lot now, and began coming back to my senses.

"..you," Katie said.

"What? I didn't hear you," I replied.

"I said I don't know how I can ever repay you for helping me," she said.

I tried to laugh it off, but failed miserably. "Oh you know, just doing my job," I said.

"Yes, but that was going above and beyond the call of duty. I really owe you one," she said.

"Well, you are important to the agency. We can't have your pretty face getting beat up or have you hurt," I said. I turned my head to her as I said this, and her hazel eyes were looking deeply into mine. Her hair had been tied back in a ponytail, but now she let it free and fall to her shoulders. It was a rich brown color, and framed her face so elegantly. Seeing her in person, her Midwestern roots and all American girl face was breathtaking. Averting my eyes back to the road, I tried to play off my staring at her.

"I uhh...haven't had a chance to look at your file yet. What projects have you signed on for?"

"Well, I got done filming this movie The Gift with Keanu Reeves and Hilary Swank. It was a lot of fun but I was kind of nervous," she said.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Because it was my first topless scene. I don't think my breasts are that great compared to some girls," she said, sounding somewhat disheartened.

"I don't know. I've never seen them but...well, they look nice when you have your shirt on," I said, suddenly starting to feel the heat in the car rising a bit.

Katie smiled slyly at my blushed response.

"Well, how do they REALLY look, up close and personal?" she said, lifting her shirt up to her chin in one swift motion, revealing her ample sized breasts to me. Her nipples were a dark cherry red and stood out very exactly in the middle of her breasts. Of course, this whole thing caught me by surprise and I had to force myself to stare back at the road. I was blushing even more now. It's not that I had never seen breasts before, it's just that the whole thing caught me off guard.

"Well, what did you think?" she asked, that devilish smile returning to her cute face.

"They were...well, they were very..." I was stammering and stuttering for words, torn between being a professional and just giving in to my desire.

"They were what?" she asked, moving her hand slowly up my leg.

"MAGNIFICANT!" I blurted out. It caught Katie by surprise and made her jump a little, but she just smiled.

"That's what every guy says. It's hard to be modest with such great reviews like that," she said, sighing to herself. "Now I think it's about time I repay you for picking me up and saving my life,"

Moving her hand further up my leg, she stopped on the zipper to my pants. Slowly she pulled down the zipper, revealing my boxer short enclosed cock at half mast, raising more every second. Reaching in with her small hand, she pulled my prick free and wrapped her hand around it. Bending over the tip, she gave it a delicate little lick and began slowly jerking her hand up and down. By this time I had moved my ass down in the seat enough to let myself be free of the boxers, and now my pants and belt were around my ankles as I did 80 down the LA freeway. Katie switched hands and used her left hand to pull the hair back from her face as she slowly deep throated my 9 inch cock down into her warm, wet mouth. She slid her tongue up and down the shaft as she went, pausing a few times to suck gently on it. I felt her gag a little as the head finally reached down her small throat, but she had no trouble maintaining. She slowly began pulling her mouth off of me, until she got to the head. Then she sucked on it much like a child sucks on a lollipop, and then she began swallowing me again. I was in pure heaven, getting a blowjob from this hot young actress. With her free right hand, Katie began massaging my balls a bit, tickling all the way down to my ass. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, and when she started to pull her mouth off completely and lick from my nuts to the tip of my head, I felt my balls begin to get that oh so wonderful feeling in them.

Katie must have sensed I was close, because she put her mouth quickly back on my dick and began sucking it up and down much quicker now. I tried to warn her that I was about to cum, but all I could manage was a grunt. I bucked my hips up off the seat and I felt myself explode in her mouth, shooting hot sticky jets of jism into the back of her mouth and straight down her throat. I must have shot 3 times into her mouth, and I saw in my pleasure induced daze that her cheeks were filling a little with my cum. When I had finally stopped cumming, she pulled her mouth off of my cock, making sure to lick the tip before she was done. Opening her mouth to me, I saw that it was full of cum. Then, like a professional slut, she swallowed it all in one big gulp, not even leaving a drop behind. Wiping her finger on my still hard cock, she collected the streak of cum still on it and licked her finger clean. Putting my cock back into my boxers, she reached down and pulled my pants back up, zipped me up and leaned back in her seat like she HADN'T just given me one of the best blow jobs of my life.

"Thanks again. For helping me out," she said.

I could only look at her and smile and nod, as I was still in a total daze from what had just happened.

Getting my bearings back about two minutes later, I realized we had missed the exit back to my office.

"Shit! We missed the exit! Lemme just get off at this exit and we can get turned back around," I said to Katie.

As I turned off the exit, we drove past a trashy looking motel called the Sleep & Go. Katie reached over to my lap and started rubbing my cock again.

"Hey...are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked sultrly.

Looking in my rear view, I could tell without even stopping that the hotel was the kind of place the hookers took their johns. Even so, I did have a gorgeous woman next to me begging for sex.

"Pretty sure I am," I said, winking at her. I turned the car around and we pulled into the motel. Katie got out of the car and went to the front desk. Being in the middle of the day, I knew that MOST of the hookers would be gone. Katie returned five minutes later, swinging a room key in her hand.

"The manager gave us a room in the back side of the hotel, totally out of view. It's right around this side," she said, pointing to the right of the building.

She got back in the car and I drove back behind it. We were the only car back on this side, which was reassuring.

I found the room and opened the door, turning on a weak and dim over head fan light. There was simply a king size bed in the center and a night stand and that was all I could see. Of course, I didn't get much chance; Katie shoved me on to the bed and jumped on with me, straddling my crotch. Her spread legs revealed to me that she was not wearing any panties, and that her snatch was shaved with the exception of a little tuft of light brown hair right above her mound. Without a moments hesitation, Katie was naked except for her big black boots. She began grinding her pussy onto my hard cock through the material of my pants. I reached my hands up and played with her breasts some. She leaned down and we kissed madly, tongues fighting with each other over which was more passionate. I broked the kiss as I began sliding down my pants and undoing my belt with one hand and using the other to slip two fingers into Katie's cunt. She wasn't as tight as I thought she would be, but she was definitely loose enough to allow my fingers to give her great pleasure. When I had my pants off, I pulled my hand out of her and lifted her up above my cock, slowly guiding her onto it. When the head entered into her silken channel, she gasped a little, as her small pussy tried to accommodate my size. Finally I was fully in her and her pelvic bone ground against my crotch. She rocked gently back and forth on my cock, and I used my hand to take her clit between my index finger and thumb and tease it some.

She gasped again at this, leaning down to kiss me again as I pleasured her. Katie finally began lifting herself up and down on my, creating a very fast tempo. I was matching her thrust for thrust, shoving my hips up at her as much as possible. All the while I diddled her clit faster and faster, until she cried out in orgasm loudly. I felt her juices flood into my lap, creating a slopping sound when our two pubic areas would meet. I could smell her musk even from where I was, a strong but sweet smell. The smell of innocence and yet also womanly passion.

I began focusing on getting myself off, and I grabbed onto her hips and began pulling her harder onto my cock as she rode me up and down. Her C cup breasts bouncing up and down with her rhythm, she was crying out in muted pleasure. I shifted positions and laid her onto the bed and began pistoning myself in and out of her. Lifting her legs up onto my shoulders so that I could have better access, I tweaked and teased her breasts as I fucked her hard. Again I tried to warn her I was coming, but even if I had been able to get out anything besides "AHHH!", I don't think it would have mattered. I thrust into her two more times and then shot a massive load directly into her cum thirsty cunt. Spurt after spurt filled her until I saw a warm trickle coming out of her pussy. Pulling out of her with a sloppy sploosh sound, I collapsed next to her on the bed, both of us exhausted.

We laid together and slept for about an hour before I got up to take a shower. Katie wound up joining me in the shower where we continued our little tryst. But that is a story for another day.

I managed to get Katie home before 7:00, and return to the office just to see Julie locking up the front door and getting into her car.

"Everything with Katie alright? I got worried when you didn't call," she asked, looking a little upset.

"Oh yea, everything is fine. We just had to stop and discuss some things. You know how that goes," I said.

"Well, maybe sometime soon you and me can have a discussion like that," she said with a knowing smile as she rolled up the window on her Porsche 911 and drove off.

"Hopefully sooner than later," I thought to myself. "Hopefully very soon."

To Be Continued...

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent: Ch. 3 – Jessica A.

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Awards shows are always a big deal for us agents. Sure, they are a mixed blessing with all the preparations in getting your star (or stars) ready for the big night, but the payoff comes when they come home with those nice shiny statues that mean bigger and better things for their careers, and our wallets.

One of the firms hottest clients and a quickly rising star is Jessica Alba. We had initially taken her on as a "little fish". Basically a bit part actress. But then when she interviewed for the highly coveted female lead on James Cameron's Dark Angel and got it, we started to pay more attention. The show is a hit and Jessica was everywhere. She was the "it" girl for the fall TV season, something very few stars get to experience. And now here she was, up for a People's Choice award for best new actress. Sure, it wasn't an Academy Award, but anything that can help her resume works for me. So, on the night of the ceremony, I went all out. Julie (my personal assistant) had suggested renting a huge limo for Jessica, as well as paying for the dress she would wear. This would display an air of confidence and would treat her like the star she had become.

We picked Jessica up from her loft apartment at 5, allowing two hours for pre-show traffic. Myself and two bodyguards were in the limo when we pulled up, just as a safety precaution. I was there to see how she did and maybe wrangle away some new clients for the firm. As soon as her and her boyfriend got in the car though, I knew something wasn't right.

"Dean, guys," she said, nodding at the two security guards. "This is my boyfriend Ken,"

Ken was a well built guy, probably in his mid 20s. He had a nice enough face and was dressed very well, but even from 5 feet away, I could smell the alcohol on his breath and his clothes.

"Hi. How are ya doing? I'm Ken," he said in a slight slur, extending his hand for us to shake. When I reached to shake it, he pulled it away.

"Haha! Too slow!" he laughed drunkenly. I looked at the two guards. They too could tell it was going to be a long night. The car ride there was excruciatingly long, not only because of pre-show traffic but because Ken talked endlessly about how he met Jessica and how we had all better "stay away from her, she's my girl", shaking his fist at the two guards. The one on his right just rolled his eyes and politely answered "Yes sir."

To make matters worse, Ken was partaking in the whiskey in the car quite fluidly. Jessica was underage and couldn't drink, although not like I cared if she wanted to or not. Lots of our under age stars partied quite hard. Jessica just sat on her seat in the car quietly, obviously embarrassed by Ken.

When we arrived, Jessica and Ken got out of the car. Julie had picked out the dress for Jessica to wear, and she looked absolutely beautiful. It was down to ankles and all black, with a maroon sash tied around the waist. Her left shoulder was bare, and the back of the dress was slit, exposing her beautifully tanned and perfect skin. When she stood to get out of the limo, I couldn't help but look at her ass. Ken managed to compose himself for the cameras, although it was quite evident to anyone near him that he was totally drunk. Luckily for Jessica and the firm, the cameras avoided him as much as possible.

Before the show began at 8, I walked around the lobby of the auditorium, talking to clients who were in attendance but not up for any awards, as well as managers and owners of studios and other agencies. In the two months I had been in Hollywood since taking over the business from my deceased father, I had made quite a few connections in Hollywood. Grabbing a drink from a cute little brunette waitress, I took my seat in the upper level above the stage.

This was my first in-person award show and I enjoyed it. Granted, winning a People's Choice isn't THAT big of an accomplishment, and a lot of the presenters were b-movie actors and actresses, but it was still enjoyable. When Jessica's category was up and set to be announced by Rob Lowe, I actually felt myself get a little nervous and excited.

"And the winner for Best new actress is....Jessica Alba, Dark Angel," Lowe read from the envelope.

The auditorium erupted in applause, and Jessica made her way to the stage. Her acceptance speech was short and sweet. I was honored when she mentioned me by name as "the best agent a girl could ask for". Strangely though, she didn't thank her boyfriend.

After the show, I finally chased her down in the lobby.

"Congratulations!" I said, giving her a hug.

"Thanks. This is so overwhelming!" she said, a huge smile on her face.

"Well, let's go celebrate. Tell me Ms. Best New Actress, where are we off to?" I asked, leading her towards the entourage of press and limos outside the doors.

"Hold on, I need to find Ken. I think he went off somewhere to get another drink," she said, sounding a little angry about his drinking.

She found him not exactly where she wanted to. He had cornered a blond bartender in a far corner of the room and was obviously trying to get into her pants. His head was less than 3 inches from her face and it looked like he was just about to kiss her when Jessica walked up. Using a move I had seen her do in Dark Angel, she grabbed Ken by the shoulders and slammed him up against the wall. For a smaller woman, she was quite strong. I was across the room but I could tell from her voice and body language that she was giving him a major bitch session. His face seemed to be apathetic, often not even looking at her when she was talking. She finished and started dragging him towards me and the door. We hurried to the limo and drove off.

Jessica was extremely upset, and had her face in her hands crying.

"How the hell could you do that to me Ken? In front of all those important people," Jessica sobbed, trying to control herself again.

Ken was even more drunk than I thought possible, and his attitude showed it. "I was just trying to hook up with a girl to maybe get in on a three-way with you, me and her," he said snottily.

Jessica slapped him hard across the face. Acting out of pure reflex, Ken balled up his fist and raised it back to punch Jessica. Luckily the two bodyguards caught it as soon as it was over his head, one of them palming his fist and holding it back while the other bent Ken’s other arm around his back, immobilizing it. Ken struggled in vein for a second and then relaxed. The guards still held on.

"Ken, I think this is where you get out," I said coldly. "What?? We are in the middle of the freeway!" Ken said, sounding concerned for the first time that night.

"That's your problem. Not mine," I said. With that, one of the guards used his free arm to open the door to the night road outside. We were not going faster than 5 mph, and actually were stopping quite frequently. And even though I didn't give a rats ass what happened to him, I didn't want to go to jail for throwing him out of a fast moving car. Moving with amazing agility inside such a small space, the guards grabbed Ken's legs and arms and as the car came to a stop in traffic, lightly threw Ken onto the shoulder of the freeway, closing the door quickly behind them. Ken rolled a little bit but was back up in a flash, running after the car. He caught up to it and was banging on the windows, quite sober now.

"Jessica baby, come on! I wouldn't ever hit you, you know that! I was only kidding around with the blond girl! PLEASE LET ME BACK IN THE CAR!" he was yelling, his tuxedo getting dirty from the sand along the road as well as the diesel fumes from the cars. When the car stopped, Jessica surprised us all and rolled down her window. A momentary glimpse of hope on Ken's face was just that, momentary, as Jessica said emotionlessly.

"Go fuck yourself,"

This angered Ken and he tried to cram his arm and head through the window to get at Jessica. The guards were quick on the draw though, pulling out a 9mm pistol each and jamming it through the window. Ken got the message and backed away from the car. Jessica rolled up her window and the car sped up, as we were at our exit.

Things were quiet in the car until we got back to Jessica's loft. I took one of the guns from the guards and got out of the car with Jessica, telling the driver to take the limo back after he dropped the guards at their houses. I would stay with Jessica to make sure she got in okay and that Ken didn't try anything stupid. My office was close by.

We walked to her front door and then she stopped before opening it.

"Thanks Dean. I mean, for everything you did tonight," she said, looking directly into my eyes.

"No problem. And congratulations again on winning," I said.

"Yea, thanks," she said. There was an awkward moment of silence and then she leaned in slowly and gave me a kiss on the cheek. This wasn't the usual Hollywood greeting kiss; There was a certain warmth in it. Feeling her warm breath on my cheek, impulse took over and I turned her head slightly, kissing her softly on her beautiful lips. I only intended it to be a momentary kiss, to return the favor, but she kissed me back with more heated passion. I began to feel my body take over as I unconsciously moved my hands up to her soft, round hips. Our kiss became more involved, as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I moved mine into hers. We stood there kissing like that for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I broke the kiss and moved my hands from her.

"Would you mind staying with me, just to you know, be safe?" she asked innocently, the flames of passion dancing behind her deep hazel eyes.

"I'd love to," I replied softly. She then opened her door and we were inside her apartment. Shutting the door behind us, she took my coat from me and hung it on the coat rack by the door, brushing her small but firm body against my side. Turning around after hanging the coat, she leaned against the wall and I moved in to kiss her again. Our mouths acted virtually on their own accord and our kissing became more fierce. I slowly started kissing her neck and exposed shoulder, reaching my hands around her back to undo her dress. Letting the clasp fall, I gently pulled the dress over her shoulders and exposed her bare breasts.

Her skin was as beautiful as the rest of her, a darkened shade that had to have come from the Italian and/or Hispanic portion of her genes. Her areolas were a deeper brown and very large, covering the front portion of her breasts almost entirely. Her nipples were large and quite soft, as I ran my hands over them, flicking them ever so gently to arouse them. They stood pointed from her large breasts, as Jessica's breathing became heavier from the excitement. Her face was flushed with the erotic attention the rest of her body was getting. I moved my mouth from her shoulders and began kissing her breasts all the way down to her nipples, taking a handful of her left tit into my mouth and sucking lightly on her nipple. Jessica held my head there and ran her fingers through my hair, moving her hands smoothly up and down the side of my face.

I switched to the other breast and started flicking her now very erect nipple with my tongue, running it slowly around her nipple, teasing it.

This continued for a few minutes, me standing there in her hallway in my expensive tux and her even more expensive dress half off of her body. Jessica pulled my head up to her face and we kissed fiercely again. After a few minutes, it was her turn to break the kiss and she gazed deep into my eyes and whispered throatily,

"Take me now. In the bedroom," she said.

I lifted her up into my arms, cradling her head and bare chest against mine as I carried her through the kitchen and into her bedroom. She had an expensive four post bed, blanketed by a rich maroon velvet bedspread. I set her gently onto the bed and stepped back to begin taking off my shirt. Jessica propped herself up on her knees and began undoing my belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. I stood in only my white boxer shorts, my cock straining to get out of them. Jessica laid back on the bed and spread her legs slightly. I leaned over her and kissed her again, slowly moving from her lips down her neck to her breasts and navel. I stopped and slowly began sliding her dress off of her hips. When I had the dress off, I dropped it lightly to the floor. Jessica lay on top of the velvet bed now in only a pair of skimpy black panties. Her skin contrasted richly to the bedspread, a light brown on top of a maroon red. Her panties were already a little damp I noticed in the soft light of the room.

I crawled on to the bed and laid beside her. Propping her head up with her left hand, she slowly slid her right down my body, running her fingers softly over my chest and abs, tracing unknown little patterns all over my stomach. When Jessica reached my boxers, she slowly put her hand down past the waistband and ran her small, soft, warm hand on to my dick, feeling it up and down. I was quite hard by now, and Jessica seemed to enjoy that. Sitting up slightly on the bed, she pulled both hands up to the waistband and pulled my boxers down, flinging them onto the floor beside the bed. Stroking my cock again with her hands, she slowly began jacking me off. I reached my hand up and began teasing and kneading her breast, pinching and squeezing her nipples softly. She leaned her face down to mine and we began to kiss again, gently and softly. I have to say, she was one of the best kissers I have ever met.

After getting my dick at full attention, she removed her hand and this time it was her turn to slide down her underwear. As they moved past her hips and down to her knees, I saw her pussy for the first time. Shaved in a normal bikini-line sort of way, her pussy hair was a brown about as dark as her areolas, only much softer. I could smell her musky scent and could see little droplets of moisture on the outside of her mound. I moved my fingers down to her snatch and began slowly teasing her aroused clit with two fingers, squeezing it gently and rubbing it between my thumb and index finger. Jessica moaned softly as I did this. Slipping two fingers now into her, I began to slowly finger fuck her. Moving my fingers in and out of her tightness, I got a good rhythm going in her. Soon, soft squishing sounds began to resonate through out the room as Jessica was nearing orgasm. Her moans and cries that used to be soft were now getting louder as she was writhing around on the bed in ecstasy. Reaching her hands up to grasp the sheets, she cried out loudly as she orgasmed, covering my two fingers in her sticky sweet juice. I pulled my fingers from her and licked them clean, tasting her salty honey. Jessica caught her breath and then grasped my cock in her hand and pulled me towards her on the bed.

Without saying a word, I lifted myself over her and positioned my cock at her tiny little hole.

Reaching up with hand to caress my face, she whispered softly "Please be gentle. Your my first,"

This struck me off guard and I almost hesitated to pull away from her. But she was too quick for me and thrust her hips up at me, snaring my dick in between her soft pussy lips and driving in almost all of my 9 inches into her in one quick thrust. Grunting in pain for a slight second, I could see the grimace on her face as I tore into her quicker than she probably wanted. But only a few seconds later, she pulled me on top of her and began rotating her hips around my cock, trying to get as much into her as possible. I lay on top of her, crushing her breasts against my chest. Her pussy was like the soft velvet of the bedspread, teasing my shaft but sucking it in for more. The warm wetness inside her was like an insatiable fire that I could not put out. Being inside of her was like heaven, as I thrust in and out slowly at first.

My speed and tempo must not have been enough for Jessica, as in between my grinding into her and in shortened breath she gasped,

"More! More! Faster! Harder!"

I picked up the tempo as fast as I could, and soon we were literally bouncing up and down on the bed, my full 9 inches sliding into the deepest portion of her, hitting her pussy wall on virtually every thrust. As feverish as our pace was, it was the heat of her virgin, teenage pussy that I knew would keep me from lasting for very long. Beneath me I could feel Jessica shudder as she orgasmed, her juices mingling in with our fucking and leaking on to the bed below in a pool of liquid. Sensing myself on the edge of cumming, I started to pull out of her.

"No! In me!" Jessica gasped, pulling me back on top of her with all of her strength. I was torn about cumming inside of her, what with this being her first time and all, but my body was reacting far quicker than my mind was, and I felt my balls tighten as I shot stream after stream of cum into her. Jessica felt it hit her inside and this triggered another orgasm and she cried out so loudly it shook the pictures on the wall. Thank God she had this floor to herself.

Exhausted and spent, I pulled out of her only to find that I was still hard. Jessica caught her breath again and we laid next to each other, kissing gently.

I guess she wasn't as done as I thought she was, as she lowered my head down to her pussy. I got the hint and started lapping at the outside of her lips, running my tongue against her thighs and inner walls. I could taste some of my cum in her, something that I had never experienced before. Her sweet juices overpowered it though, as I took her clit into my teeth and gently squeezed, licking all around her as I did. Jessica sighed contentedly and I continued to eat her out. My dick was now a raging hard on once more, so I changed positions and we soon lay in a 69 position. Jessica took my cock in her hand and slowly slid it into her warm mouth. I felt it slide down her throat as she licked the shaft as it went all the way down. Lifting my hips up from her face and then lowering them back down, I began to slowly fuck her mouth while I continued to eat her out. My tongue was now deep within her as it probed the inner walls of her hot snatch. My cock was now moving of it's own accord as Jessica would pull it out and then lower it back in, kissing and licking it as slid into and out of her mouth.

Jessica came first, groaning onto my cock as she did. I tasted her juices in full force this time, spilling out onto my mouth and the bed beneath us. The puddle by my head was now getting quite big and sticky, smelling innocently sweet, just like Jessica.

I turned myself around and stood up on the bed, as Jessica continued to suck me off. Grasping her deep brown hair in my hands, I fucked her mouth a little more roughly than the way we had been going all night. She didn't seem to mind though, and in fact sucked more enthusiastically on my cock. I pulled out of her mouth and gave it a quick two or three jerks and then sprayed my load all over her face. This orgasm was just as strong as the one that was still seeping out of her cunt, and it covered her face. Streams of cum landed on her forehead and nose, sliding down to her mouth. Her tongue was extended and willingly taking all the drops that landed on it. Another shot landed on her upper lip and dropped audibly onto her waiting tongue. I aimed my cock lower and shot the final stream onto her large and heaving breasts, as the cum leaked down her cleavage and onto her nipples.

We lay back on the bed and cuddled. Jessica cleaned my cum from her face with her fingers, wiping as much as she could into her mouth and rubbing the cum on her tits into her chest. She licked my cock clean and we slept.

A few hours later, I awoke to noise in the kitchen. Jessica was gone from next to me. Fearing Ken's return, I searched around for the gun I had brought. Finally finding it buried beneath our mountain of clothes, I walked slowly and quietly to the kitchen. My fears were absolved however when I saw Jessica at the small kitchen stove, fixing pancakes. She was wearing only my tuxedo shirt, and her ass looked beautiful in the early morning light. Setting the gun on the counter, I walked behind her and wrapped my hands around her hips. Her hair was tousled from sleep, but combined with the man's shirt she was wearing, she looked incredibly sexy.

"Hey there. Hungry? I was fixing myself a quick breakfast," she asked, not turning around.

"Mmm...I'm hungry for something alright," I said, grinding my growing erection against her asscheeks.

Jessica laughed softly and turned around and smiled. "Is that so? Well, let me see if I can help you," she said devilishly.

She kissed me, setting the pan on the stove and wrapped her hands around my shoulders. I reached behind her and turned off the fryer, the smell of the fresh batter filling the room.

"So, what would you like to eat?" she said, that same wicked smile never leaving her face.

"How about a little piece of ass?" I replied.

"Mmmm...I think I know how to fix that," she said. Sliding away from my grasp, she walked over to the opposing counter. Thrusting her ass out sexily, she pretended like she was doing something else on the countertop. I walked behind her and ran my hands up and down her legs and hips, playing with her asscheeks. I gently parted them and then began to run my cock in between them. Jessica knew exactly what was coming and ground her ass back against me to get me harder. I pulled from between her beautiful ass and positioned myself at her pert little asshole. I smeared the pre-cum from the tip of my cock onto the head and started to slowly push into her. I told Jessica to just relax and she complied, and I slowly worked inch by inch of my cock into her ass. When I was into the hilt, I felt Jessica slip her hand between her legs and start to play with herself. I placed my hand over hers and guided her in and out of herself. She was getting wet yet again and took her soft fingers and reached up and coated my cock with her juice. This gave me more lubrication and I began pulling in and out of her ass at a gaining speed. She continued to diddle herself more and more, getting herself off from not only her hand but also from the thrusting I was giving her. I started to go even harder and faster now, and Jessica cried out in part pain, mostly pleasure as we rocked against the counter top. Finally, I thrust into her once more and came inside of her ass. Jessica had already cum twice through her own finger fucking, and we both just lay atop each other on the countertop.

Later we finally did eat those pancakes she was cooking and then I left. Giving her a kiss goodbye, I walked the 10 blocks back to my office, got in my car and drove home. Showering and finally sleeping on my own bed, I dreamed of all that lay before me at the next awards show.

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent: Ch. 4 – Alyssa M.

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Since I took over my father's talent agency out here in L.A., I haven't really had to go chasing talent to bring onboard for the company. Thankfully, he left me a large stable of great actresses and musicians who are not only talented, but also hot as hell and sexy. And as great as the sex had been with the clients I had gotten personally involved with, I was still looking for something more. A more meaningful relationship. Sure, there was always the fall back to my personal assistant Julie (who I was almost certain had a thing for me) but dealing with an interoffice relationship like that wouldn't be the best idea.

So when I heard that Alyssa Milano, the child star who had grown up into a very beautiful woman, was looking for some one new to represent her, I jumped at the chance. We were close to the same age, and ever since watching her on "Who's The Boss" back in my younger days, I had had a boyhood crush on her. I had Julie get me her home phone number and one evening at home, I actually felt nervous as I called her house.

"Hi, you've reached Alyssa. Leave me a message and I'll call you back." said the recording on her answering machine.

"Damn," I thought to myself "She's probably out with her boyfriend. I'll just leave a message,"

*** BEEP ***

"Hi Alyssa, my name is Dean Simonds and I am from the Shooting Star Talent Agency. I heard you were shopping around for an agent and I was wondering if we could get together for lunch or dinner sometime to discuss you coming aboard. Give me a call when you get a chance. My number is..."

CLICK "Hello? Dean? You still there?" rang out her sweet voice. My heart jumped into my throat, but I regained my composure.

"Yes, hi. I thought you were out or something," I said, trying not to sound nervous.

"Nope, I just screen my calls. Ever since Charmed got so big, I have had to change my number 3 times! People keep posting my number on the Internet. It's really scary. Any ways, you are correct, I am looking for a new representative, so we do need to sit down and talk," she said.

"Ok. Well, how about we have lunch two weeks from this coming Thurs-" I said, but was cut off.

"Look, first off, I don't schedule more than two days in advance. Why don't we have dinner now? I'm free and you appear to be available as well, if you're making calls to my house at 6 on a Friday night," she said, laughing.

I was caught a little off by this, but without even thinking I jumped at the chance.

"Yes. I'm free. I can meet you virtually anywhere in about 45 minutes. Where do you want to go?"

"How about that Italian restaurant two blocks off of Rodeo?" she said.

I knew the one she was talking about. Great food, quiet atmosphere, and not a huge drive for me.

"Sounds good. I'll meet you there at 7. Sound good?" I asked, secretly praying and hoping a thousand times over in my head.

"Sure thing. I'm going to dress down to keep the fans away. I'll be the one in jeans, a green sweatshirt and white tennis shoes. I'll meet you around the side of the building," she said.

"Great. Cya there," I said. Shaking, I hung up the phone. The office was quiet now, so I shut the door to my office and then did a small jump in the air. "Yes!" I said.

Changing into a nice coat and putting on a fresh tie, I got myself ready hurridely. "Ok, calm down now Dean. This isn't junior high." I told myself. God, I felt as nervous as my first date back when I was 15.

I arrived at the restaurant 10 minutes early and went ahead and got us a table. For a Friday night, I was surprised how quiet they were. Taking a seat facing the door, I drank two glasses of water just waiting on her. Finally she arrived, 5 minutes late. She was dressed like she said she would be, although the baggy clothes did little to hide her curves. She was wearing a dark pair of sunglasses to help shade her eyes from being recognized. I motioned her to the table and she walked over towards me. Wanting to impress her and be a gentleman, I pulled her chair out for her and pushed her in to the table. The perfume she was wearing was intoxicating and try as she might with the outfit she was wearing, she had an heir of sexuality that I hadn't encountered in many women. Taking off her sunglasses, she sat down and I returned to my seat.

"Hi. I'm so glad we could get together. Since Charmed got so big, I've wanted to try moving on to movies. Do you think you can help?" she asked, smiling.

"Well, my firm carries a whole lot of weight with the studios. If you are really serious, I'm sure that we can work out something," I replied.

"That's great. I'm thinking maybe a role in a comedy or something. After doing Who's The Boss for so long, I'd like to think I've developed a knack for comedy," she said, pausing. "You know, I must say, you are as attractive as you sounded on the phone," she said.

Laughing, I asked "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

She laughed softly in return. "No no, it's a good thing. I can always tell how a person looks generally by listening to them on the phone. I guess it's some sort of sixth sense or something," she said.

"Well, thank you. I probably don't even have to tell you how beautiful you are," I said, smiling.

Amazingly, she blushed a little bit. "Thank you. Something I've noticed since I've been in Hollywood, which is a long time, is that with all the beauty and glamour out here, when you actually talk to a person, you can tell how genuine they are. You couldn't have grown up here, because you seem so honest. Maybe my radar is off, I don't know" she said, shrugging half-heartedly.

"No, I'm from back east. I just got out of college about six months ago. I was going to be a lawyer until my father passed away and I inherited the agency," I said, sipping from my water.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your father. That must have been horrible," she said sympathetically.

"Not really. He left us when I was young so I never got to know him. I wasn't even going to come out here but was talked into it by his lifelong assistant. I think I like it out here though, so I will probably stay for a little while longer at least," I said.

"You've got to stay," Alyssa said, smiling. "You have to be here to take care of me,"

The waiter finally arrived and took our order. Dinner arrived 20 minutes later. Throughout the meal, we continued to have a great conversation, that was hardly about business at all. Alyssa and I clicked on a personal level, sharing childhood memories and experiences of growing up. Despite growing up in totally separate ways, I felt a real connection with her, and that she understood and felt what I had gone through without a father, and I think I understood her struggles growing up in a world like Hollywood.

Towards the end of the meal, Alyssa returned the conversation back to business. As the check came, I reached to pick it up but Alyssa's hand covered mine. Her skin was exquisitely smooth and her hand was so warm and alive.

"You know, I'm a big girl. I can pay for my own dinner," she said, making a ritualistic effort to be free from the male stereotype of paying for the meal.

"I know you can. But hey, this is a business dinner, so the agency will pay for it. We both win out," I said. Reaching into my wallet with my other hand, I noticed Alyssa's hand was still on mine. Looking up into her deep brown eyes, she rubbed her fingers slowly over my hand. God, her touch felt so right.

"Would you like to come back to my place for drinks and maybe some coffee? We can talk about possible movie roles and you can look at some scripts I've been given," I said.

"I'd love to. We can take my car, if you can give me directions," she said, her gaze never leaving my eyes.

I agreed, and we got into her car. The ride back to my house was quick, as Alyssa tore down the freeway in her bright red Z3. With the top down and the cool sea breeze blowing onto her face, and the moonlight from the half moon that was out and shining so brightly over the Pacific, her beauty radiated.

When we reached my house, a small (by California standards) mansion, I took Alyssa's hand and led her to the entertaining room. She took a seat on the couch as I went to the bar to fix us some drinks.

Handing her her drink, I sat down on the couch next to her and handed her two or three scripts I had been reviewing from off of the coffee table. We spent the next few hours drinking and discussing the scripts. It was decided that I would try and get Alyssa a role in a situation comedy about a man who wakes up in a Vegas hotel and is suddenly married to three sisters. She would of course play one of the sisters. After finishing my drink, I rose to fix Alyssa and myself another round. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was 2 AM. I had no idea time had went by so quickly. Alyssa must have realized it too, for she rose from the couch.

"Wow, it's late. I probably she head home. I have an hour and a half drive ahead of me," she said, sipping from the drink I had just given her.

My heart sank a little bit, but she was probably right, she should head home. Walking her to the door, she stopped in the hall way to admire one of the paintings on the wall.

"Wow, is that a real Warhol? It's beautiful," she said quietly. I was impressed by her recognition of the art.

"Yes, it is. My father was an amateur art collector. The paintings in the house were here when he died and I moved in," I said.

"It's beautiful. The colors are so radiant," she repeated to herself.

Turning around to face me, our faces were less than 6 inches apart. For a moment, I sensed that she was debating about what to do, but the moment was quick and she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I stood there savoring the feeling of her mouth on mine, and then leaned in to kiss her just as gently as she had kissed me. She returned the kiss, and I forced her against the hallway doorframe lightly, putting my arms over her shoulders, kissing her sweet mouth. Her lips and tongue were so warm and soft, I felt like I would die from the sheer bliss. We stood in the hallway for another ten minutes kissing, before she finally broke the kiss and put her hand on my chest.

"Maybe...I shouldn't drive..." she said, kissing me again in between words. "Having...drank...and all," she said, gasping slightly between kisses.

"No...as your agent...and friend...I don't think...you should," I said, kissing her the same way. She wrapped her other arm diagonally around my shoulders, and we were lip locked again for a few minutes.

Wrapping my own arms around her waist, I pulled her towards me. She laid her head on my shoulder, and I felt her soft hair brush across my face. The shoulder length auburn brown hair reflected the light from the outside gate light beautifully, and when she rose her head from my shoulder once more, the light caressed every curve and bend of her face. I had never seen anything as beautiful in all my life. Taking her small, soft hand in mine once more, I started to lead her upstairs to my bedroom. As we crossed the den, she stopped. For a moment, my heart sank once more as I realized how forward I was being and that she probably didn't appreciate it.

Instead, she moved towards the couch and laid down, pulling me on top of her. Resting my arms beside her side, her breathing was becoming more ragged as we kissed once more. I could feel myself getting aroused by all of this, and judging from the panting coming from Alyssa's mouth, she was too. Making my way up and down her neck, I softly placed kisses on her neck and cheek, savoring again that wonderful perfume and the radiant sexuality coming from her. Lifting her shirt up slightly at the stomach, she pulled it up, exposing her beautifully soft and firm naval area. Her bellybutton was pierced with a diamond stud, and it shone brightly in the soft light of the floor lamps of the room. Diverting my attention from her neck, I moved my mouth to her stomach, kissing and licking all around her navel and tummy, moving my way slowly up her chest. Pushing her sweatshirt all the way up to the base of her breasts, I finally got a glimpse of her bra: a light, baby blue silk pushup from Victoria's Secret. Alyssa lifted her head and looked directly into my eyes as I raised my head up from her belly. Shifting her arms just enough, she grasped the end of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her in just the light blue bra. Her breasts were heaving up and down of virtually their own accord as my kissing made way up to her cleavage. Kissing and licking first one breast and then the other, I slowly slid the left cup over her nipple and exposed it in it's aroused state to the air of the room. Her nipples were large, a light brownish pink. Her areolas were also large, covering the majority of the front of her breast. Taking the nipple in between my teeth, I licked and squeezed lightly, eliciting a soft moan from Alyssa. My free hand moved to the other breast as I massaged and kneaded it, rolling it around in my large hand. Her skin felt as soft as I had thought, delicate and fine on the surface, but an extraordinary heat radiating from under it. I moved my mouth from her left breast to the right, copying the same style of pleasuring I had just been doing, only this time taking it a little faster.

Alyssa seemed to like this better, and her hand grasped my hand away from her breast and moved it down to her crotch, where I could feel the wetness building through her jeans. Finally, I stopped licking her tits, and she sat herself up some on the couch, only to move her hands to her jeans and slide them down sexily. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties that did very little to cover her beautiful little pussy. I could see the moisture from her lips wetting down the surface of her panties. Slipping a finger inside, Alyssa began to play with herself, thrusting a finger in and out of herself at a slow speed at first, then going at it tremendously. I, in the meantime, was busy unbuttoning my pants and pulling down my boxers. As I let my boxers fall to the floor and my cock sprang to attention from Alyssa's pleasuring of herself self induced orgasm arrived, and her body shuddered in pleasure as it went stiff and a soft cry escaped from her lips. Panting and out of breath, she finally laid back on the bed, with her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Alyssa opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling slightly.

"Sorry about that. But I'm sure you enjoyed the show," she said slyly.

"Oh yes, very much so. I'm just hoping the second act will be as good as the first," I said.

Getting onto her knees, Alyssa slid her panties off from her full hips onto the carpeted floor below. Reaching out with both hands, Alyssa grabbed me by the ass and pulled me towards her with one hand, and took my hard dick in her other. Looking up at me the whole time, she placed the tip of my dick onto her bottom lip. Extending that magical tongue of hers out slowly, licked the tip softly. The trail of her saliva, mixed with my precum, created a strand extending from her lips to my dick as she slowly pulled her mouth away. Still maintaining eye contact, Alyssa smiled up at me. Pulling my dick into her mouth once more, this time sucking in about 3 inches of my 9 inch member. I could feel her tongue swirling around all over my sensitive foreskin area, teasing and pleasing it as it moved around like a nimble serpent of pleasure. I was in heaven as she was doing this, wanting to force more of myself into her able and willing mouth, but Alyssa was setting the tone totally on this experience. Slowly I felt more and more of my dick sliding into her mouth, until I realized that the head had gone down her throat. My God was she a good cocksucker!

Alyssa let some of my dick slip out of mouth, but began quickly moving it in and out with ease, her lips and tongue sliding all around my dick. Her head was bobbing like crazy now, but she was using JUST her head. One of her hands was busy fondling and playing with my balls, while the other was busy frigging her clit. Alyssa broke her gaze with me as she closed her eyes, picking up speed on her sucking, sometimes deep throating me, other times letting my dick come totally out of her mouth and smack her upper lip or rub against her cheek. A nice drop of precum had ended up on her upper lip and it remained there while she sucked me off, glistening in the light.

"Alyssa! Keep it up! I'm about to cum!" I panted. Surprisingly, Alyssa pulled my cock from her mouth and instead ripped off her bra and placed my dick in between her beautiful breasts. Using her hands now, she grasped her breasts and began to tit fuck me with them. I helped along things by bucking my hips up into her tits. My dick would occasionally smack onto her chin and glide up it to her extended tongue. She would try desperately to lick it as it came up, like a little girl trying to get that last lick on a lollipop. Finally, I couldn't stand this tit fucking standing up much longer, so I laid her back onto the couch and put my knees by her sides. My pace was furious as I slid my dick between her soft globes. Alyssa was moaning and bouncing all around while this was going on. At last I felt my balls swelling and I unloaded a massive jet of cum onto Alyssa's tits, mouth, chin, nose and even some in her hair. Alyssa gathered up the cum from her face and proceeded to smear it into her tits.

"Old Hollywood trick. Supposedly it's good for the skin," she said dryly.

Watching her do this made my fading erection hard again, and I stroked myself back to full attention. Alyssa spread her legs wide on the couch, draping her right leg onto my shoulder. Positioning myself in front of her cunt, I slowly eased the head in, and then in one swift motion shoved my dick in to the hilt inside of her. Alyssa gasped at this sudden action, but her pussy matched my pace, as I could feel it trying to suck as much of my meat into her. Her box was warm and wet, and the walls of her canal were silky and smooth. I felt myself bottom out inside of her, this thrust eliciting an even bigger groan from her. As we laid there fucking like two rabbits, Alyssa put her hands on the side of my face and pulled me close to her, kissing me deeply.

"Dean, I want this to be more than a one time thing. I feel a connection. Please don't let this get away," she whispered into my ear.

I too felt a deeper affection than just some piece of celebrity ass I had had, and I told her so.

"Don't worry. I feel the same about you. I want to try and make this work," I said, gazing again into her deep eyes. Her face looked so innocent and sweet, the sweat lightly perspiring on her forehead as we moved back and forth in unison.

Alyssa smiled at me and whispered "I know we can. Thank you,". Suddenly her body tensed up and she orgasmed. I knew that I was pretty close to coming again, and told Alyssa so. I thought she would want me to pull out of her, but instead she pulled my body closer to hers, my chest crushing her breasts and nipples against my own. Shuddering as well, I released a steady stream of cum into her, feeling the hotness of her cunt juices coating my shaft as I finally pulled out of her.

We finally moved to the bedroom and laid together on top of the bed for a while cuddling and fondling each other. The last glance I had at the clock told me it was 5 AM. I had no idea our lovemaking had lasted so long. I drifted off to sleep with Alyssa Milano wrapped in my arms, her head resting lightly upon my chest and my arms around her perfect body.

The rest of the weekend we made love and talked, and our relationship and connection grew. I hadn't felt so close to a person in years, and I could only think that she felt the same way. Over the next few weeks we saw each other almost every day and I stayed true to her, as she did to me. I felt that our relationship was headed to a next level until I had a moment of weakness one day that threatened to rip us apart...

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent: Ch. 5 – Christina A.

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Life was good. In my two months since taking over the talent agency from my father, not only had I fooled around with some of the hottest women in Hollywood, but the accountants told me that the firm was bringing in records amounts of money. And of course there was Alyssa Milano, my current girlfriend and who I felt was my soul mate. I couldn't think of anything else to make life better. I was truly at a plateau of bliss. However, when things can no longer go up, the only direction they tend to go is down.

The trouble started when I got a call from Rick Dugan, a music industry veteran and all around sleazebag with a reputation of ruining things with clients by thinking with his dick. When Julie (my secretary) buzzed my office and told me that Rick was on the phone, I shuddered to myself and apprehensively picked up the phone.

"This is Dean," I said into the mouthpiece.

"Dean baby, what's up! This is Rick Dugans, head of Spin It Records. How you doing? That's great. I need to talk to you about something," Rick said all in one breath before I could even get a word in.

Dealing with him wouldn't be a pleasant experience, I could tell already. Nevertheless, this was work, and I tried to sound open minded.

"Sure Rick, I'm listening. Go ahead," I replied.

"Well, the thing is, it's this little cunt Christina Aguilera. Now, don't get me wrong, she is a great piece of ass. In fact, I've been sticking it to her for the past year. But listen, she's getting sick of putting up with me and my shit. So she wants to meet with you about maybe becoming your client. But no offense Dean, but I don't wanna let her go, you know? So maybe if I uhh...pat your back, you can help me keep her on board here at Spin It," he said boastfully.

I knew right away what he was talking about, any one could have figured it out. If he paid me some money, I would help him keep her by making up some bullshit excuse as to why we couldn't take her on at the firm. At first I was revolted at the idea of having to deal with him, but then I started thinking about Alyssa and how even though we were both well off financially, it would be nice to have some money I could blow frivolously on her with a vacation or something. My heart outweighed my logic this time, and I agreed grudgingly to help him out.

"Yea, I'm sure something can be arranged," I sighed into the phone "Just set something up with Julie and then I will see you then,"

"Great! Thanks man. We can arrange the ahem...helping hand...right before she comes in if you want," he said enthusiastically.

"Whatever works for you. Listen I have to go to a meeting," I lied to him. "I'll speak with you later."

With that we ended the conversation, and Julie took over, setting up an appointment for me.

Reclining back in my chair, my thoughts drifted to Alyssa, so I decided to call her up. We met at a Chinese restaurant for lunch and then went back to her place and made love for a few hours. By the time I got home that night at 2 AM, I had totally forgotten about Rick and his little deal.

Two weeks passed before the deal became a thought on my mind again. It was only after Julie came in for her usual 10 AM morning visit to tell me about appointments of the day.

"12:00 you have a conference call with Universal, 2:00 you have lunch with Mr. Blake, head of your father's finances. And at 3:30, your meeting with Rick Dugan," she said, reading from her scheduling book. Startled by the recognition of the Dugans meeting, I stopped Julie in mid sentence.

"Dugan? Oh man, I forgot I made that commitment. Oh well, best to get it over with," I said. Julie just rolled her eyes and looked at me sardonically.

"Is he really that bad? He seemed nice enough on the phone," she said.

"Let's just put it this way. If I had to choose between having a root canal on every tooth or going to a meeting with him, I'd pick the root canal," I sighed, leaning back in my chair with my hands behind my head.

3:30 rolled around and I headed over to meet Rick. Walking into the office of Spin It records, I was in total disbelief at how a sleaze like Rick could build such a vast empire. The office space for the company was extremely nice, with the hallways lined all the way down with gold and platinum records of some of the hottest acts in the past 20 years. Of course, Spin It had been bought out years ago by Sony, but Rick still basically ran things and signed new talent. With a voice like hers, I was amazed that he had managed to land Christina Aguilera. But then again, I had to give the guy credit that at least he knew how to work the business and the people in it. Walking into his inner office, I was greeted by his secretary and asked to take a seat, Mr. Dugan would be ready in a few minutes. Leafing through a music magazine while I waited, the door opened 5 minutes later and out came a very young looking girl, no older than 17 at least, who looked very flushed and was straightening out her blouse as she walked. She was very attractive, and had a "girl next door" look to her, complete with the classic blond hair, blue eyes.

In fact, I thought it was Christina herself until I got a good look at her as she was walking out the door. No, this girl was a little on the chunky side, she couldn't be anyone famous. Then I caught myself, realizing how dehumanizing that sounded. A minute later, Rick opened the door and invited me in, he himself looking very sweaty and hot. Right away I could tell that he was fucking the little girl who had just walked out of the office. I was amazed how he could do it when he knew I was outside of the door, just a few feet away. Shaking my head in amazement, I walked into his office, checking my seat for any stains before I sat down. Luckily, the rest of his office was just as nice as the rest of the building, and things seemed to be neat and orderly. Rick got right down to business.

"Alright Dean, let's get squared away. I'll give you 10,000 for doing this, and all you have to do is come up with some shitty excuse why you can't bring her on as a client, alright?"

The amount knocked me back a little, but I regained my composure quickly. Nodding in agreement, I said "Sounds good. When is she getting here?" I asked.

"15 minutes. IF she is on time, and you know little bitches like her are never on time," he said disgustedly. "Listen, I'm going to go grab a quick shower till she gets here. I got sweaty from uhhh...working out. If you need anything, my secretary is right outside. Till then, look around, make yourself comfortable, whatever,"

With that he walked out of the room, and I stood up to look at all the plaques on his wall. The ones up there now were big time, current acts. Apparently he relegated the "lesser" bands to the outer halls. Walking over to his mini-bar, I fixed myself a rum and coke, and stood looking out of his huge picture window. Standing there sipping on my drink and looking out at the city below, my mind started wandering and I must have ended up in my own little world, as I didn't hear the door open behind me. I did however hear it close, and I turned around to look at who it was. At first glance I thought it was the young girl from earlier, returning to pick up something she forgot maybe, but then I realized no, this wasn't her. This girl was around the same height and had virtually the same looks, except her hair had pink attachments in front, and she was wearing a different outfit than the first girl. A sheer navy blue tube top like thing and zebra striped pants that looked like she was poured into, accented all by a belly button ring, and I knew within a second that this was Christina Aguilera. At first I think she was confused as to who I was, but then I saw a look of recognition cross her face. Walking over to greet her, we did the typical Hollywood hug and cheek kiss, though I had to bend down to kiss her cheek. She was much shorter in real life than I thought she would be, although just as pretty.

"Hi, you must be Dean. I'm Christina," she said, smiling.

"Yes. I am Dean. And don't worry, I know who you are," I said, smiling back in a way that I hoped wasn't too cheese ball.

"Well, I'd like to sort this thing out before that cocksucker Rick gets back. God damn does that mother fucking prick make me mad," she said to herself, the hatred filling the air all around us.

I was surprised by her colorful language. Not that I hadn't heard it before, it's just that she had always appeared to be this sweet and innocent little girl. Apparently not.

Jokingly, I said. "Where did a young girl like you learn such nasty words as those?"

Christina gave me a disapproving stare, and then her tone in her voice shifted to be a little more throaty and sultry. "Oh don't worry about what I know how to say. I can DO things that are much nastier than that,"

Feeling the temperature in the room jump about ten degrees from just that one sentence, I cleared my throat and motioned for her to sit down. She did, and I turned to face her.

"While I was waiting for you to arrive, I have been looking over your contract. You seem to have such a sweet deal here, I can't imagine why you would want to leave," I said, starting to lay the ground work for my escape from bringing her to my agency.

Twirling her hair on her finger, Christina gazed off at some unknown point and said almost dreamlike "The money is good. But Rick isn't fucking me the way I like to be fucked,"

Trying to play it off and change the subject (as well as quell my growing erection).

"Well, it's not our policy to take talent away from another firm when they are already under contract. Plus, right now, we aren't really looking to invest in any more stars of your caliber. In fact," I started to say, but was cut off abruptly just by the look given to me by Christina, whose head snapped forward and who glared directly at me.

"That prick!" she said loudly. "Rick is paying you not to hire me. I can't believe it. He stops fucking me for two days and thinks that I'm all heartbroken over him because his 6 inch dick can't please me. Well, I'll show him," she said to herself.

"No, Christina it's not like that. It's just that with all the other musicians and," I tried to argue with her, but she cut me off again.

"Oh save it. I may be young but I know when I'm getting screwed. I've been in this business longer than you," she shouted back at me. I was now feeling very uncomfortable and embarrassed, and I wondered where the hell Rick was to calm down this diva.

Trying fruitlessly to interject with her again, my mind raced as I tried to reason with her. "I'm telling you, we aren't hiring right now. We just don't need you," I said flatly.

Christina wasn't even listening to me anymore, she now stood with her hands on her hips, pondering who knows what. Her face slowly began to change however from anger to a look of calm resign. I couldn't even imagine what was coming next.

Walking over to me, she kneeled down in front of me and looked up into my face. Her eyes were beautiful, as was her face, something that I realized was such a rare trait: a true, natural beauty.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you Dean," she said, almost whispering. "It's not your fault. All of this was caused by Rick and he is the person to blame, not you. But I know he agreed to pay you to not hire me on. I just need you to tell me right now if this is true. I have to know before I can consider leaving him as a representative and a lover,"

Feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place, I tried to avert my eyes from her face, but to no avail. Sighing, I returned my gaze back to her.

"Yes. Yes, he was going to pay me. $10,000 to not hire you. I'm sorry I lied, I shouldn't have gotten mixed up in this whole thing," I said, starting to stand up to leave. But suddenly I felt Christina's hand on my thigh, moving it's way up to my crotch.

"Thank you. That's all I needed to know," she whispered. I again tried to move, but this time she used both hands to push me back down. Half knowing what was coming next, I felt my throat go dry as I asked "Christina, what are you doing? Let me up,"

"Just sit down and relax. Let me handle things from here," she whispered again. Feeling her hand move to my crotch once more, I couldn't help get aroused watching her small hands move up and squeeze my dick through my gray slacks. She slowly began to unzip my pants, while my body relaxed and let impulse control it, despite the fact that my brain was going a mile a minute, thinking about what would happen if Rick walked in; thinking about what would happen if someone else walked in; but most importantly I thought about Alyssa. Struggling desperately to keep my dick from thinking for me, finally I resigned myself that a quick little blow job wouldn't hurt anything, because no one would ever know about that. Still, I couldn't quite shake that nagging little conscience in my head. That is, until I felt Christina lick the tip of my dick as it stuck out of my boxer shorts. Resigned to just let it happen, I laid back and closed my eyes.

But a "quick little blowjob" wasn't what Christina had in store. Hearing a sliding sound, I looked up to see Christina stepping out of her zebra striped skin hugging pants and pull her panties aside right outside her tiny little slit. Before I knew what was happening, she had lowered herself onto my cock. My god was she tight. And so hot and wet, I felt that my dick would melt inside of her. The velvet of her pussy sleeve was softer than anything I had ever felt on earth, and I couldn't believe that I could actually get my dick into her. It was then that I realized that I wasn't getting an innocent blowjob, I was fucking another woman. This time, for the moment at least, my logic won out. Attempting to pull Christina off of my shaft, I said,

"Christina, I can't. I'm seeing someone and I can't cheat on her," I said meekly. She was still riding me up and down as she laughed.

"Haha. You live out her in L.A., you work in Hollywood, and you worry about cheating on someone. NOW who is acting like the little kid," she said.

"Tell me," she said sexily, brushing the pink attachment from her eyes. "Can your woman do this?" With that, I felt Christina force herself back onto me all the way, impaling herself. That in and of itself was a tremendous feeling, but what she did next was incredible. Starting at the tip of my prick, I felt her voluntarily contract and expand her pussy muscles around me, creating a ripple effect that shot all the way down my prick and almost caused me to blow my load inside of her right then and there.

Caught totally off guard, I threw my head back and moaned loudly. Christina smiled devilishly and began riding me up and down again, occasionally doing the pussy ripple again. I was totally gone now, driven totally by pure animal lust and no longer clear thinking. Fuck Alyssa I thought to myself. She is probably getting fucked by another guy somewhere too. She will never know that I fucked this hot tight little cunt. She...

Suddenly my mind cleared up as I heard Christina say, through labored breathes, "Ok Rick honey, come in and join us,"

Glancing around Christina's nubile body (she had pulled her tits out now and was in the process of sucking her own nipple as I guided her up and down my cock with my hands on her hips, I saw Rick Dugan standing in front of the chairs and desk, stroking himself. Angry that he might have been there this whole time, I moved to speak, but Christina beat me to it, kissing me deeply and keeping me from talking, knowing probably exactly what I was going to say. While doing this, she lifted herself off of my dick almost completely. A primal part of me was mad that she had pulled off before I came, but then I realized that she wasn't getting off me at all. She was merely moving her ass up so that it was in range of Rick's dick. Feeling his leg bump against mine, I saw a look of total bliss on his face as he sunk his dick deep into Christina's asshole slowly and purposefully. Christina moaned into my mouth. Finally I could tell that he had bottomed out inside of her, and he began to move his dick and out of her slowly, building a momentum and tempo. Catching onto his rhythm quickly, I began to match him thrust for thrust. While I wasn't happy about cheating on Alyssa, nor was I happy with sharing a woman with the diseased fleabag that was Rick Dugan, the allure and feeling of Christina Aguilera's teenage heat was just too strong.

All three of us fucked like this fucked for what felt like hours, a mass of sweat and bodily fluids (my slacks were now covered in Christina's juices) writhing around on top of a high backed leather chair. Despite having come in later (no pun intended), Rick appeared to be coming first. He moaned out loud, as did Christina, and I felt her shudder all around me as Rick sprayed the inner walls of her ass with cum. Pulling his softening dick out of her ass, Christina focused her efforts on getting herself and me off. Pushing down and grinding with her pelvic muscle (She was strong for such a small girl. Must have been all the dancing) against my crotch, her blond pussy hair contrasting with my darkened hair that surrounded my dick and balls, Christina began talking dirty to herself and to me.

"Oh yea....that's what I like. Oh yea baby, do that again. Little Christina can feel your big cock in me. OOOOOOoooo yea. Do it baby, make me cum. I wanna cum all over your hot cock. Do it to me, make me cum. Yea, yea, yea! That's it! AGGhhh! I'm almost there. I can feel you are almost there. Cum inside of me baby. That's it. That's what I need. I can feel you expanding in me. Shoot your hot spunk in me. I want it! I WANT IT NOW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

Her scream echoed throughout the room as she came, her body shuddering on me. Her pussy rippled once more, and that was more than enough to send me over the edge, as I felt the first and second stream hit the deepest nether regions of her pussy, coating it down with her cum. I thrust into her again for the final three shots, these hitting the rest of her inside. The room smelled of sex, as Christina slid off of me, the trail of her own juices leaving a small trail down her leg and on to my pants.

Not much was said for the next few minutes. Rick and Christina kissed while I cleaned myself up, using a stain remover to clean off the cum stains on my pants. Finally, when we were all neat and tidy again, I finally spoke.

"This wasn't about you leaving Spin It was it Christina," I asked, straightening out my tie.

"No. I would never leave here," she said, kissing Rick. "This was just a bet that Rick and I had. He didn't think I could seduce another man enough to let me get double teamed. But it worked,"

"So then I was used for a bet?" I said, growing angrier by the second. “What about that girl you were fucking before I got here Rick?” I asked, trying to score any points to make up for my total feeling of being used.

"Oh, that’s a friend of mine. Rick and I fuck other people. But we always come back,” Christina said, smiling.

“As far as being used, yes and no. I'd wanted to fuck you since you got here to L.A. and your reputation spread. And it was a fantasy of Rick's to tag team a girl. And you got to fuck me, so that and of itself is a good deal for everyone involved, wouldn't you say?" said Christina, her ego now almost as big as the room.

"And listen, I'll still cut you that check if you want," interjected Rick.

I was furious now. Not just about there egos, but about how I had let myself get carried away by passion and now how horrible I would feel about things until I told Alyssa.

"Look, I don't want your fucking money. I'm not some god damn gigolo. I'm warning you though; You ever call my office again I will go straight to MTV and ruin little im-miss-innocent over there's reputation. You won't be able to get a job singing for the fucking bum on the street,"

Christina looked hurt and taken aback by this, and I decided it was my time to leave. Grabbing my coat, I walked out the door, slamming it behind me.

Driving back to my apartment, I changed and tried to get the smell of sex off of me. But it was no use. No matter how hard I scrubbed myself, the stench of cheating felt ingrained in me. That night I was supposed to pick Alyssa up for dinner, but when I finally pulled up to her house, I sat in my car with my face in my hands for 20 minutes, ashamed at what I had done. I tried to rationalize how shitty I had been and how it had been the L.A. lifestyle. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get around the fact that I had to tell Alyssa before this got to big. Given the terms I left Rick's office on, it was just a matter of time before this became gossip. Resigning myself to fate, I walked to Alyssa's door and went inside.

It's been a week now since that night. I spoke with Alyssa immediately about it, and despite my heartfelt apology, she told me to get out and to never come near her again. She said that all of her contract work with my firm would be done over the phone only and that if I tried to force her to do something she would drop me so fast it would make my head spin.

As I sit here now, watching television on my couch, I have made a promise to myself. Never again will I put myself in a situation where I could hurt the person I grow to care about. I will live to date again, without a doubt. But next time, I won't be the one who gets burned.

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent 6: Eliza Dushku

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One of the most exciting parts of my job as agent to the stars has to be visiting the sets of films/television shows. Sure, it sounds a little hokey and amateur, but it's true. Say what you want about the people in Hollywood and L.A., but when they get behind those cameras (or in front of them) something magical just happens. Today I was on my way out to the set of "Angel", the Warner Brothers network's hot spin- off from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" to see to one of the firm's newest clients, Eliza Dushku. Instead of being on her side this time however, I was called down to try and get her back to work. I had known that she wanted to take time off for college, but for her to just up and decide not to come out and do her lines for the show today, that was a little odd.

We had come to inherit Eliza's contract just recently, before I took over the business from my father. He had bought out her former agencies business and thus taken over talent like Eliza. Even though she wasn't that well known at the time, my assistant Julie said that no less than two weeks after the final legal work had been done, the film Bring It On had opened. Eliza played an outcast struggling to get onto the cheerleading squad, and actually had quite a sizeable part in the film. What surprised everyone was how well it did at the box office: A month on top of every other film in the country. I had just recently seen the film myself and though it wasn't Oscar material, it was an entertaining little piece. However, due to a developing knack I was getting after being out here for just a few months, I could tell that she had the look and talent to be a big star, should she want to be. But little tantrums like today would never help her on that.

I spoke with the producer of the show to find out what was the matter with her.

"Well, when makeup came into her dressing room to help get her ready, she threw them out. Just all of a sudden. They were just starting to prime her hair when she just started screaming and crying and told them to get out. Then she locked herself in and hasn't come out ever since. We even tried sending in David Boreanaz (the star of Angel) to find out what was wrong, because they seem to be friends and all. But she just punched him in the mouth! That's when we called you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go shoot the OTHER scenes for this episode," said the producer, Carl Ford.

Walking off in a huff, I had a production assistant show me towards where her dressing room was. The assistant left me standing there in the hallway. Reaching out, I knocked lightly on the door.

"Eliza? It's me, Dean. From Shooting Stars?" I said hopefully.

"Go away," I heard her sob. "You can't help me,"

"Come on now. I'm your agent. I can get you anything you want. Anything! But you have to let me in first," I said in response. I heard shuffling of feet coming to the door, and I could hear her sniffling softly. The door latch clicked and I knew she had unlocked it. I heard her shuffling back further into the room and then she said pitifully "Come in,"

Opening the door, I stepped into the room slowly. Glancing around, I was lost in the moment of being in a dressing room for the first time, until I saw Eliza laying face down on the couch on the far end of the room. Her back was moving up and down sporadically, as she sobbed with her head turned away from me into the pillow she was laying on. Her legs were sprawled out half on, half off of the couch. She was wearing a black pair of those snap-off warm up pants and just a white tank top, which stood in sharp contrast to her chestnut brown hair.

"What do you want?" she finally spoke, still sobbing quietly to herself.

"What I want is to know why you won't go out there? Come on, you only have three more episodes to shoot and then you are done for the season. Then you can go home and concentrate on getting yourself ready for school," I said to her soothingly, now standing next to the couch with my hands on my hips.

Lifting her head to look up at me, I could see that she had been crying pretty heavily. Her mascara was running down from the corner of her left eye, leaving a trail down almost to her full, pouty red lips. Her brown eyes were filled with tears, although it was difficult to read her face to tell if she was angry or sad or maybe some of both. Our eyes locked for a moment, but it was fleeting as she again thrust her head into the pillow.

"Like I said, you can't help me. This isn't about school or the show. It's about that asshole David," she said softly.

"What happened?" I asked, already getting a clear understanding of what was going on.

Eliza sat up and wiped her eyes with a balled up Kleenex, and tried to regain her composure.

"Well, the thing is...," she said, hesitating for a moment before fixing her stuttering voice and continuing. "The thing is, when I first came out to do Buffy, I was very new at all this. David helped me out, introduced me to people. In fact, he gave me the courage to go up and talk to Sarah Michelle Gellar, because when I started my role, I was too nervous to even talk to anyone. It turned out that Sarah and I became good friends. REALLY good friends," she said, emphasizing the last part.

"See, Sarah introduced me to masturbation. It happened when I accidentally walked in on her getting herself off with this 10 inch dildo. She was shocked at being caught at first, but then she told me to come in. My legs were like jelly but I went in and sat down next to her. She some how managed to get me to slowly fuck her with the dildo. I guess I was probably still in awe and shock of seeing a celebrity like her doing something like that. Maybe it was the allure of the sex in the air at that moment, I don't know. But the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed, my dress pulled up to my breasts, and the star of Buffy the Vampire Slayer eating me out," she said, now talking almost as if in some sort of magical dream.

I meanwhile was standing there getting very turned on by all this, and I adjusted my position in front of her so that my erection wasn't too apparent. Clearing my throat in a shaky voice, I told her to go on.

Eliza looked at me slyly, smiling, and then said, "Don't worry, this does have a point,"

"I knew I wasn't a lesbian when she was doing this, and I'm still not. But God did it feel good! It wasn't like I was just laying there letting it happen though. She was telling me all these little tricks and demonstrating to me how to do things to myself, guiding me with her hand on top of mine. It was stuff I couldn't have imagined being able to do. After that hot experience, I became addicted to sex. Sarah and I would often spend hours going down on each other after filming my few episodes. But when my character Faith was moved to Angel, our little "play time", as we called it, stopped. So I had to get sex from somewhere else. And David, having shown me around to everyone the first time and being my first friend out in Hollywood, was more than happy to oblige after I easily seduced him. David was the first and only person I have had sex with, and I felt we were destined to be together. But now that Angel has gotten so popular, he doesn't want to be associated with a "bit part actress", and he broke up with me today. So now I'm left feeling depressed, hurt, lonely and definitely horny," she said, her eyes and face now dry from the tears she had been shedding.

My mind was whirling as I tried to come up with something to say, some solution to offer. Eliza is exceptionally beautiful, but she was also just 20 and apparently very inexperienced. I shouldn't...no, COULDN'T try that with her...could I?

Eliza was now looking at me, a small smile on her lips. Her brownish/black eyes gleamed in the light. With her soft curly hair, I could see why she played the bad girl so often in her parts.

"So Dean, Mr. hot shot, big dick agent," she said, as I raised my eyebrow at her in hearing that my reputation preceded me. "Do you know of any way a girl could get some relief?"

I knew I should have walked out. I knew I should have offered to get her David back. I knew I should have done a lot of things, but the one thing that I did do was lean over and kiss her. She kissed me back enthusiastically, biting down on my bottom lip gently with her top teeth. Her eyes closed, she held my lip there for a moment and giggled quietly to herself, her trademark dimples appearing for the first time that afternoon. Finally she released my lip and our kissing became feverish again. I slowly started kissing up and down her neck, feeling the warmth beneath her radiant skin. I continued necking her for about 10 minutes until she said finally, "Dean, I need something more. I think you know what,"

She stood up and in one quick movement, ripped off the warm up pants, the unsnapping of the buttons resonating in the room. This left her standing there in just a white tank top, with no bra underneath, and a pair of the skimpiest black panties I had ever seen. Taking my hand, she pulled me over towards the couch and laid my head on the crushed red velvet pillow she had been crying into just a few minutes earlier. Stretching out on the couch, Eliza ran her hand through my hair lightly. Then slowly, she climbed and balanced on her knees on the arm of the couch. Sitting there, she pulled her panties aside and spread her legs out over my face, one knee still on the arm of the couch and the other resting beside my shoulder. This move placed her warm, wet and oh so fragrant pussy just inches from my mouth and nose, and by now my animal lustings for her had grown extreme. When she finally brought herself to a halt a mere 3 inches from my mouth, I reached up suddenly and pulled her pelvic bone down onto my face, my tongue already waiting to slip into her open cunt as soon as it hit. I felt her slippery wet pussy collide with my tongue a mere instant later, as my tongue proceeded to worm it's way into her waiting love channel. Wiggling my tongue around viciously, I made sure that I hit every nook and cranny of Eliza's beautiful, young, inexperienced sex. Eliza had been caught suddenly by all this, but it was apparently what she liked. She ground her pussy onto me harder and harder as I continued to eat her out.

By this time it was a little difficult to breath, so I lifted her up slightly, just enough to grasp her clit within my lips and suck on it. This sent a huge wave of pleasure through Eliza's body, as I saw her knee tremble as it balanced next to my shoulder. Eliza now began rocking herself back and forth on my mouth, her pussy lips now dripping juice into my mouth as I continued to eat her out. I felt Eliza's body shake and tense up once more as she began to pant and slowly scream "YES!" louder and louder. By the time her orgasm hit, she was screaming so loud that I was afraid that someone would come in and see me with a mouth full of celebrity (and client) pussy. Eliza calmed down after she got her "relief", and slid her panties back on. Sitting me up and lying next to me, her head on my lap and her juicy lips just inches from my cock, she told me innocently "Thanks. I needed to get a little bit of relief,"

Wiping her juices from my mouth with the back of my sleeve, I said "No problem. That's my job after all, to keep talent like you happy. Now, are you ready to go out there and do your lines?" I asked her.

Again she gave me that same knowing smile and said "Not yet. I think I know someone else who needs to get some relief," she said as she looked up at me. Her face was angelic and she looked so young and beautiful, a beauty that was so natural even the pollution of Hollywood couldn't touch. Reaching up with her arm, she began to unzip my pants slowly. She placed her elbow on my knee as she turned her head towards my crotch. With her free arm, she pulled my dick out, now standing at about half mast. Eliza then moved to the floor and sat on her knees as she used just her mouth to suck my dick from my pants and take most of it's length into her hot, wet mouth. By now I had sat up completely on the couch and was very much enjoying the feeling I was getting, watching Eliza's mouth bob up and down on my shaft. Grasping her hair, I began to pull her more forcefully onto my shaft, trying to jam as much of it as possible down her throat. Eliza liked it rough like that and began moaning and carrying on while she was sucking me. Her rhythm was a total surprise to me, as she would let my dick fall from her mouth and tickle just the tip with her tongue, before devouring the whole thing in a quick motion seconds later. The best part however was the ribbing she was giving me, slipping her tongue around in a half circle around my shaft and using her tongue to slide up and down me, fucking me with just her tongue. I guess all that pussy eating she "practiced" on Sarah Michelle Gellar had made her tongue one strong muscle.

My orgasm was imminent, and it took just a quick look down at Eliza, both legs folded under her as she used a free hand to massage her clit and tweak and pinch her own very erect nipples, to send me into orgasm. Exploding into her mouth, it caught her off guard, but she had obviously been well trained at swallowing. Her cheeks bulged with my cum in them momentarily, but she quickly gulped it all down like a glass of milk. A remnant of cum rested sexily on her upper lip, as she continued to frig herself, crying out again in orgasm.

There was a knock at the door, and suddenly we were both brought back to reality. Zipping up my pants, I helped Eliza back into hers just a second before the same production assistant walked in on us.

I acted angry at being interrupted during "private time" with my client. All the PA wanted to know however, was whether Eliza was coming back or if shooting should end for the day, at a considerable fine for Eliza. The entire reason I was there had slipped my mind totally following the passionate exchange that just happened. I was just about to answer "I don't know" when Eliza spoke up.

"Yes. Tell Carl I will be out there in a minute," she said.

Satisfied with this answer, the assistant shut the door and walked away. Eliza walked over to the floor length mirror in the dressing room and adjusted herself.

"Well, do I look like I just had the best orgasm of my life?" she asked, staring at me through the mirror.

"Not at all," I replied with a smile, walking over to her. "But you may want to do something about that," I said, pointing to the dollop of cum on her lip. She giggled to herself and then licked it away with that nimble tongue of hers. Primping her hair lightly, she made her way towards the door.

"I want you to stay around and watch the taping. I have plans for you afterwards," she said with a sexy smile, the door closing behind her. Not wanting to disappoint, I made my way to the sound floor to watch her from a distance with all the other handlers and agents.

As I said before, watching a show get made is magical, and the little sex session we had just had made Eliza appear exceptionally radiant on camera. All the directors and other actors said so. Taping wrapped up around 7, and the crew began getting ready to go home. I had taken the liberty to walk around and look at everything while this was happening, and accidentally managed to get myself lost on the set. Confused as to where I was, I felt extremely embarrassed and didn't really want to call for help until Eliza's hand brushed my arm from behind. Whirling around in surprise, I found her smiling up at me.

She had changed outfits for her scenes, and was now wearing a black leather jacket over a red baby doll t-shirt that exposed her midriff. Her warm up pants had been replaced by a pair of sexy dark blue jeans, with the whole outfit topped off by 3 inch black boots.

"Get a little lost?" she asked playfully.

"No, I was just...uhhh..." I replied pathetically.

Eliza snickered softly to herself. "You know, I've always wanted to do it here on the set. The thrill of getting caught and seen by the people I work with is just too exciting. And since you have wandered so far away..." she said, twirling her finger through that beautiful curly hair again.

I pulled Eliza close to me and we embraced for a few minutes, until I felt myself getting hard. I pulled her waist even closer to mine and made sure she could feel my hard erection inside my pants. Slipping her hand down to cup my balls, she squeezed gently as I moved my hands around her back and began rubbing the small of her back and the top of her ass with my hand. I knew she was getting hot, as was I, because my touching elicited a soft moan from her. Finally when I moved my hands to the front of her pants to start to unbutton them, it was her turn to let lust take over. Taking my hands, she used them to tear open her jeans and yank them down off of her supple hips and legs. She did the same thing to me, taking my boxers with her. We each lifted each other's shirts off, and for the first time I got to see Eliza's breasts. They were a beautiful shape, the tips of her nipples as dark as her hair. They protruded slightly from the rest of her breasts, and I couldn't help but rub them with my hands and pull them between my fingers. Again Eliza moaned, throwing her head back and letting her long curly dark hair glide down her exposed back. When her panties were slithered out of, I got a chance to really look at Eliza's pussy. Trimmed in a neat little V by her cunt lips, she was still maturing sexually. But she was more than enough of a woman for me, and the wetness on her lips proved that I was man enough for her.

There was only one thing left on both of our minds: To fuck the brains out of the other. With that sentiment in mind, I placed Eliza's hand on my cock and had her slowly start to jack me off. While she was doing this, I began to lean her back as I kissed her. Creating a makeshift bed out of the clothes we had discarded, I laid her down on top of this, so that we were out of the main line of sight, but still visible, should anyone happen to look behind this corner of the set.

With my cock still in her hand, I spread Eliza's legs apart and watched as she guided me into her pussy. The velvet heat of it was magnificent, as I felt myself melting inside of her. As my dick entered her completely, I could feel our pelvic bones grinding together, the wiry feel of both of our pubic hair meshing together. Starting off slowly, I began to get going in her at a very slow pace. While I was enjoying the feeling of her warmth around me, I must have been going to slow for Eliza, as she pulled my ear to her mouth and said "Give to me harder! NOW! I want it rough!"

I looked into her deep brown eyes and smiled at her. Gritting my teeth, I began to pick up the pace much faster. I gripped her ass in my hands as I began to lift her off the ground with each thrust. Each time I would pull in and out of her, I could feel her pussy walls tremble in anticipation at the next thrust. Eliza was now encouraging me, completely lost in the moment.

"Oh yea...like that...fuck me hard. Fuck me really hard. I've been a naughty girl. You like fucking naughty, bad girls don't you. Oh yea...yea...fuckkkk...that feels so good. Ooo, give it to me, I've been so bad!" she whispered into my ear. This served as encouragement for me and by this time we were leaving the ground with each thrust, my knees getting scraped up on the hard concrete floor as I would slam her back and forth on the ground. Looking down, I could see Eliza's hand fingering her clit, rubbing it all over. Throwing her head back, her dirty talk became moans and sighs of passion as she orgasmed. I felt the waves pass over my cock, and that motion sent me into orgasm in an instant. I was already deep inside of her when I began to cum, and I felt it spurt out of me like a grenade exploding inside of her. I actually felt light headed as I emptied inside of her. We laid there for a few minutes, my softening dick just inside the folds of her youthful pussy.

Eliza finished up her few episodes on the show the next week, with me there the entire time, in case she needed some "private time with her agent". When she was done, she flew back to Boston and took the summer off like she had wanted to. Hopefully when she returns to film some more, she will still need some of my services. Till then, I'm back out on the playing field.

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent Chapter 7: Catherine Zeta-Jones

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The least fun part about being an agent out here in Hollywood is having to do damage control when some sort of bad press happens to one of your clients. They say that any news is good news, but I have to disagree. Sometimes a celebrity can do something so stupid that it damages their career for the rest of their life. That is of course, if you let it happen.

I was faced with one of those situations now and my mind was racing as I tried to grasp what to do. Sitting in front of me in tears was the beautiful Welsh actress, Catherine Zeta-Jones, who recently became Zeta-Jones Douglas after she married Michael Douglas. Catherine's makeup was running off of her cheeks onto her hands as she sobbed into them, and her dark black hair was in a total mess. Catherine wasn't even a client of the firm. She was represented by a competing agent here in town, Bill Garrett. What had brought her to me had to do with her husband, who WAS a client of my firm.

Staring at the television set on the corner of my desk, I hit rewind and play again. What I was watching was definitely bad news. Recorded from inside of the couples home, the surveillance camera (installed to keep out paparazzi and thieves) clearly showed Micheal Douglas having sex with a girl who was obviously not his wife. She appeared to be a hooker; someone Micheal had picked up off the streets here in Hollywood and taken back to the house while Catherine was away doing an interview in New York City, Catherine later said. What was so disconcerting about the tape came right at the part I kept rewinding over and over. Micheal and the prostitute were talking and the camera managed to pick up most of their conversation. In the course of the talk, you can clearly hear the hooker say that she is 14. Though the tape only shows the back of his head, you can tell Micheal looks a little shocked at first, but then he lunged at the girl again and they begin having sex again. That's where the tape stops. Statutory rape. With a girl who is 14. And a hooker. And the John is a world famous actor and celebrity. This was not going to be a good day.

Between sobs, Catherine began to speak to me for the first time since she walked in the office and explained the tape.

"Is there anything we can do?" she said, wiping her left eye.

Reclining in my chair and pondering the problem, I think.

"How many people have a copy of this tape? Who else has seen it?"

"Well, the tapes get put into storage by the cleaning staff every night. They normally watch to see if there is anything suspicious happening on the tapes and then they just rewind and recycle them for some other night," Catherine said. "The staff were the ones who first showed it to me. They promised me they didn't make any copies of the tape, but just to be on the safe side I paid them each $10,000 to stay quiet. So as far as I know, that's the only tape,"

"Well, then the problem is simple to solve," I said. Reaching into the VCR, I pull out the tape. Breaking off the plastic in the back, I begin yanking out the tape and destroying it. Within a few minutes the entire tape is out of the case and I run it through the paper shredder underneath my desk. Catherine sat motionless through all this, a look of contentment at the cause of so much grief being absolved.

"There we go. And thank God too. With the Oscars coming up, Micheal wouldn't need this sort of thing happening. You did the right thing Catherine," I said, smiling at her "Now you oughta go home and take care of your baby."

Fidgeting in the chair, Catherine looked a little uneasy and more than a little distant, lost in her own thoughts.

"Catherine?" I said, trying to wake her from the daze she was in.

"I think you need to come over tonight. There is a little bit more to this than what you just saw," she said, with a dreamy like look on her face.

"Alright. Give directions to my secretary Julie and I will be over there around 8 or so," I said.

Catherine left my office and I spent the rest of the afternoon pondering what she meant by "a little more".

Arriving at the Douglas mansion at 8 sharp, I was led in by a small Hispanic woman that I assumed was the maid. Making my way to their study, I walked in and realized that the room I was in was the same as the one on the tape. Catherine was seated on a huge leather sofa, dressed in a burgundy dress with a light white floral print on the side. She was drinking from a glass of scotch and I saw that she had the bottle right next to her on the end table. Whatever it was she wanted to talk about, it must have taken a lot of nerve to discuss.

Finishing off her drink, Catherine motioned for me to sit. I took a seat in a big armchair that was as overstuffed as the couch she was sitting on was. The room was filled with books from the floor to the ceiling, all neatly arranged. The lighting was semi dark, save for a couple of floor lamps off in the corners. A very nice (and expensive) home to be sure. Even my own mansion, inherited from my deceased father, wasn't this nice. But I guess if you have a lengthy career like Micheal Douglas had had, you can afford the very best.

"Thanks for coming Dean. I want to show you something," Catherine said, getting up from the sofa. Bending down to pick up a remote control from the table in front of the sofa, I couldn't help but stare at her great ass. She was thin in a muscular way, and I knew that she had to have worked extra hard to keep her figure following her pregnancy just a few months ago.

Clicking a button on the remote, I was surprised to see one of the book shelves on the far wall begin to move and spin around, revealing a huge television mounted in the center of the shelf. All around the TV was equipment and at least 5 shelves of video tapes. Hitting another button on the remote, the TV came to life and I saw that the picture was a live view of the room we were in, covered from all angles.

"You see, Micheal and I have a dirty little pleasure. Both of us get off on seeing ourselves having sex on camera, broadcasted in the same room while we are doing it," Catherine said. Some unseen speakers reverberated what she was saying as it echoed along the shelves of this massive library.

"But right around the time we got engaged, Micheal began to look around for other women," Catherine continued. Pushing another button, a black and white picture came on screen. It showed two people having sex on the same couch Catherine had been seated on just a moment before. Again it was Micheal Douglas and again it wasn't Catherine Zeta-Jones he was fucking. Catherine pushed another button and the picture changed again. Micheal again, but this time a different girl. This girl was black and it appeared that Micheal was fucking her in the ass. Lost in the moment of the sex on screen, I felt my erection in my pants start to blossom.

Catherine pushed yet another button and the picture cut off. Turning to face me, she spoke again.

"All of the girls you just saw were hookers. Micheal has some sort of weird fetish towards them. He gets off on knowing that he is rich and famous and they are just prostitutes," she said, the crispness of her Welsh accent causing each word she said to have a distinct tone to it.

"I've known about this for a while. And he knows I know. It's just some sort of weird complex he has towards me. I believe it's called the Madonna/Whore complex. He loves me too much to do the stuff that he does with the hookers with me. Normally this sort of behavior would upset me," Catherine continued, walking over to refill her drink. "But since he is such a loving man, and a great father, I can't fault him too much. It's just the nature of things out here in Hollywood I guess. A far cry from back in Europe, but I knew all of this sort of stuff happened when I came over here," she said.

"So what is the problem then?" I said, still trying to figure out where she was going with this.

"Well, it's an age thing. After he has one of these fuck sessions with his hookers, he never has any energy left for me, so I often go unsatisfied. He may be in his late 50's and that is all he has, but I'm still young and I get horny just as much as the next girl," she said, sipping from her scotch.

"So what do you want me to do?" I asked. "Reign him in? Send him to a shrink?"

"No no no," she said, laughing. "I just want you to fuck me,"

My jaw almost hit the floor on this one. I have had sex with a lot of girls and actresses since I moved here, but never any as elegant and beautiful as Catherine Zeta-Jones.

Fighting back my hormones, I tried to think reasonably. "I don't think that will solve anything. If anything, it will make matters worse," I said.

"I disagree. Micheal trusts you and your firm, so it's not like you are a total stranger. And since you don't represent me, it's not like we are mixing business with pleasure. And besides, I've heard from a few reliable sources that you are hung like a horse," Catherine said, licking her lips sexily.

"I uhh...still don't know about it," I said. My reasoning was losing out and the erection in my pants was getting unbearable.

Switching the television back on so that the room was on TV, this time from an angle that was to the side of both of us, Catherine began walking towards me.

"Would this change your mind?" she said softly. Catherine began sliding the shoulders of her dress off and as it moved it's way down her body, her bare breasts became exposed. Her nipples were a light pink color, with dark areolas around the base. They weren't too big and her breasts were still very perky and upright, despite having just had a child. Continuing to slide the dress down, Catherine also was wearing any panties. The trim V shape of her bush was neatly shaped and I could see that her pussy lips were very aroused.

She was now standing directly in front of me and I could smell the musk of her womanly scent filling my nostrils. I started to speak, but Catherine leaned over and began to kiss me softly at first, than passionately. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth as it wrestled around inside. I threw caution and reason to the wind and began to kiss her back. Catherine's long black hair was hanging to one side over her shoulder and in the dim light of the room, she looked like a goddess, her olive skin illuminating the light of the room. I could make out even the soft hairs on the back of her arms, a light color in contrast to her perfect skin.

Catherine now joined me in the arm chair and placed her legs on my knees. Grabbing my face with both hands, we continued to kiss like two long separated lovers, our breathing becoming more intense by the moment. Finally I broke the kiss to get more comfortable. Standing up from the chair, I held Catherine in my arms while she busily slid her hand down to my belt and let my slacks fall to the floor. Slipping her hand into the opening in my boxer shorts, her hand wrapped around my stiff cock. Jerking it slowly, she began to play with my balls in one hand while she jerked me up and down with the other. I had moved my head to her neck and was making my way down her chest, paying special attention to her breasts and cleavage area.

I felt myself nearing orgasm surprisingly early, so I pulled Catherine's hand away. Pulling my boxers off completely now, I stood in just my white starched shirt, pressing my chest against hers and feeling her erect nipples poking into the fabric. Catherine began to unbutton my shirt slowly from the top down, finally reaching the bottom button. Bending down, she used her teeth to unclasp this one, she slid the shirt off of my shoulders. Kissing her way up my chest, she licked my nipples a couple of times until we reached eye level again and began to kiss yet again.

After a few moments of this, Catherine had had enough. Reaching down to grasp my cock again, she pulled it gently towards her pussy. Guiding the head in at first, she gasped a little as it entered her.

"It's been a while since I've had anyone this big," she said. "Michael is only 5 inches."

I pushed more of my dick into her slowly, until finally I was in her completely. Catherine sighed contentedly and I began to pump in and out of her at a slow pace. Glancing over out of the corner of my eye, I saw that our lovemaking was center stage up on screen. The noise of our intercourse and our breathing was echoing throughout the room thanks to the installed speakers.

Catherine slowly pushed me onto the floor with my dick still inside of her. Grabbing the remote from the nearby table, she hit a button and our fucking was now in an even clearer picture. Seeing myself onscreen was a major turn on, so I began to thrust up and into her harder. But Catherine was doing almost all the work, as she bounced up and down on my cock while I was struggling to keep my thrusts going inside of her.

One of my harder thrusts caused my dick to slip out of her and slide into her surprisingly loose asshole. Catherine gasped and moaned at the same time over this. I was about to pull my dick out and put it back inside of her hot, wet snatch, but she reached down and held it in there.

"Keep it there. I like being a naughty girl," she said.

The position wasn't very comfortable for me, so I rotated myself around and had Catherine get on all fours. Facing where I thought the cameras were, I looked up to see myself on that huge projection TV, fucking Catherine Zeta-Jones up the ass. I began to slam into her harder and harder until finally I couldn't control myself for too much longer.

"Catherine," I panted "I'm about to cum. I'm gonna shoot inside your ass!" I said breathlessly.

"Hold on, I'm about to cum too. Let's cum together," she replied, her beautiful body getting rocked back and forth as I fucked her ass deep.

"Uuggggnnhhh!!" Catherine moaned, and I knew she was just about to cum. Shoving myself as deep as I could, I shot my huge load into her. Catherine's pussy released a torrent of juice a split second later and we both cried out in ecstasy as pleasure washed over our bodies.

Collapsing onto the floor, Catherine was back up in a second. Pulling my dick from her ass, I was pleased to see that I was still very hard. A few droplets of cum were still left on my dick. Catherine got on her knees and licked them off, smiling up at me in that same smile that melted the hearts of millions of men.

Without saying a word, Catherine began jacking my dick again, alternating between licking and sucking on it and moving it up and down with her hand. Thrusting her entire mouth around it, her lips stretched to fit the length of my nine inch member into her mouth and down her throat. This was total bliss for me as I reached down and held onto the side of Catherine's face, guiding her nimble tongue and mouth up and down my cock. She continued to lick and suck me, teasing my balls lightly with the tips of her finger nails.

I could feel the pressure building inside my balls, and I tried to jam my cock back into Catherine's mouth to unload inside of her cheeks. But she resisted and pulled it out, instead jerking me off right above her mouth and lips.

"This is my favorite thing to do on camera. It's the money shot. Now come on baby, spray my face with your cum!" she said sexily, her tongue sticking out and her mouth waiting to accept my hot, sticky load.

I felt my load arrive, shooting up the shaft of my cock like a bolt of lightening. My cock spewed forth a huge load, landing all over Catherine's face. Looking up to the screen as it arrived, I saw the cum land on her cheek and nose, and dribble down to her waiting mouth and tongue beneath it. A strand stretched from my dick to her chin, which she quickly gobbled up from the tip of my dick. My cum covering her face in the soft light of the room, nothing could be more beautiful. Catherine licked off what she could with her tongue and then scooped off the rest with her fingers, smearing it into her tits and chest.

"Thanks for that," she said a few minutes later after we had both dressed and she walked me to the door.

"I'll be sure to send you a copy of the tape," she said winking at me as she shut the door behind me.

Walking back to my car, I understood that sometimes even the worse days have their silver lining.

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent Chapter 8: Kirstie Alley/Shelley Long

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Bored on a slow Sunday afternoon, I decided to do a little cleaning around the house. Since I inherited this house when my father died, I had only used rooms that I had to. The mansion was massive: 7 bedrooms, a study, a huge den and a gigantic pool out back, just to name some of the features. One of the rooms I had not been in was my father's bedroom. It had been four months since he died and when I opened the door, I could smell the dust and settled air of the room.

Checking out everything in this huge room, I began looking through my father's bedside table and drawers. To my surprise I found a pretty large stash of porn tapes and magazines, something that surprised me given the reputation he had in Hollywood of being able to nab the finest pieces of Hollywood ass.

Underneath the pile of the pornography however, I found a dusty old leather bound book. Opening it, it must have not been read or opened in years, as the pages were yellowing and crumbly. Leafing through it, I quickly learned that it was a diary of sorts. Some entries were very short and others were quite long. One of the entries, dated October 14th, 1986, caught my eye. Sitting down on the bed, I began to read. Here is what it said:

10/14/86 - Wrap party

Tonight I attended the wrap party for the fourth season of "Cheers". Having recently brought Shelley Long on board at the firm, I was there to show my support for her and to also plug her to some of the studio heads that were there, maybe land her a movie role. With "Cheers" being a huge success, all of the stars were a hot commodity. There was even talk of an Emmy nomination for Shelley's role as Diane, the love interest of Ted Danson's character.

Most of these parties are usually pretty dull, and this one was no different. Every person is either trying to suck someone else's dick (literally and figuratively) or trying to get in the position to do so. Normally I will just drink myself into a stupor and go home hopefully with an aspiring actress girlfriend of one of the producers, promising her that I would help her career along. Haha.

I was just finishing my fifth brandy when I noticed that Shelley was gone. Asking around, no one had seen her leave. That meant that she was somewhere in this house, a "party place" leased out by NBC for the night. I decided to look around and see if I could find her, and maybe tell her I was leaving since no one really important was at the party.

Checking the downstairs, all I could find was a couple of cokeheads snorting in a master bedroom on top of a beautiful antique armoire. Heading upstairs to look, I began opening doors to bedrooms, finding most to be empty. The rental house was pretty shitty, even by NBC's standards. Only 5 bedrooms upstairs and 3 downstairs. Hell, the thing didn't even have a pool!

The last room in the hall upstairs, on the right, was the door to the master bedroom of the house. Walking down the hall, I could hear slight moans and cries coming from within. When I got to the door, I opened it slowly and peered in. Even in my age now, I still get a thrill watching other people have sex, so I thought I would take a quick peek and see what some lucky stud had nabbed.

Peeking in through a slight crack in the door, I was startled by what I saw. Inside sitting on the foot of the bed was Kirstie Alley with her legs spread, her red party dressed crumpled up by her waist and her ample breasts hanging exposed. Between her legs, I was shocked to realize that it was Shelley Long, eating out Kirstie's pussy like there was no tomorrow. I could hear the sucking sounds filling the room and Kirstie moaning a low, guttural moan. Shelley's dress was also pulled up by her waist and I could see her hand was busily inside of her own pussy, thrusting in and out as she worked to get herself off while she was pleasuring Kirstie. This entire scene was quite arousing but I had decided to let the women do what they wanted and just catch up with Shelley later.

Leaning back to close the door, I put too much weight on my right knee (which as I've said before, was crippled in WWII) and I felt it twist out beneath me as I fell sideways into the door and knocked it all the way open, landing sprawled out and on my face on the floor.

Looking up, I realized that the two girls had been scared out of their wits. After all, they were straight and who knows what the tabloids would have done if they had seen this little show. But when Shelley realized it was me, she stood up and walked over to help me. I could see that she had a huge grin on her face and the streaks of Kirstie's pussy juice covered her mouth.

"Still a voyeur after all these years, huh Martin?" Shelley said as she bent down and took my hand helping me up. She had straightened out her skirt but I could still see the wet spot she had made in her panties.

"Yes...I mean no...I mean... you sort of disappeared on me down there at the party and I didn't know where you had gone. I was actually leaving, so I'll leave you two ladies alone," I replied, fixing my tuxedo where it had gotten wrinkled and dirty from the fall.

Shelley moved quickly to the open door and shut it behind her as she leaned against it, reaching behind her back to lock it.

"Maybe you should stick around Martin," Shelley said innocently. "Kirstie is feeling awfully lonely. Her boyfriend broke up with her this afternoon and I was just here trying to make her feel better.

Glancing over a Kirstie on the bed, she still sat there with legs spread, her very hairy bush glistening with juice and saliva from Shelley's mouth. She had been silently following all that was happening but when I looked over at her, a devilish smile came onto her face. Truth be told, I didn't like Kirstie Alley that much. She was always a major bitch to me. But seeing her sitting there with her legs spread and so vulnerable, I felt a strong stirring in my pants.

All I could mutter was an "I uhh..." but it didn't matter. Shelley was already leading me by the hand over to the bed and had started to slowly undress me. With the door unlocked, she reached down and in one motion pulled off her expensive cocktail dress (which she had no doubt billed to the firm since this was a "work" party). Her breasts were bare and I could see she had been to the beach a while ago. There was a faint outline of whiter skin than the LA usual around her nipple area, obviously from a bikini she had been wearing during this unseasonably warm fall. Even though I had sampled many clients before, this was the first time I had gotten to see Shelley naked. Her body was very proportional and had a natural look to it. Her breasts were just the right size to go with her build and her hips and legs (God did she have beautiful long legs) were the same way. She wore just a tiny pair of white cotton panties that, as I said earlier, you could easily see the moisture patch and the outline of her inner lips through them. She slid her panties down and revealed a very small looking little pussy with just a small tuft of hair over her entrance.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I let it fall to the floor and slowly slid on to the bed, resting my head up on a pillow that was leaning against the headboard. While Shelley and I were undressing, Kirstie had also removed her dress. Surprisingly she was naked underneath it, something that I had to admit gave her guts. Her body was very tan and fit, as I knew she was struggling to keep off some weight. Her breasts were very large and milky white, with nipples that covered a good portion of the front of her breasts. Her pussy was very hairy and I could tell that she only shaved what she had to. That was okay because I like women with lots of hair down there.

Shelley was now sitting over me on top of my knees as she unhooked my belt and unzipped my pants, beginning to slide them down. My silk boxers were now the only piece of clothing still on in the room.

"Let's see if the rumors were true," said Shelley fiendishly as her and Kirstie both moved up to the waistline of my boxers and began to slide them down. As they were pulled free and my erection was exposed to the room, both girls gasped a little bit and had a look of amazement on their faces.

I've said before in this diary that I guess I'm "well equipped". Growing up in the mid west, it seemed like every guy in town was well hung and that the girls were all used to it. But ever since I moved out to LA, I can't remember how many times my large penis has gotten me a client, or just a nice good fuck. Once that singer, what was her name...Oh yes, Debbie Gibson, wanted to measure it after I had fucked her really well in the corner of her recording studio. She said it was 11 inches long when it was erect. Since then I have vaunted my size around and women have never been disappointed.

Back to what happened though. Shelley's tongue slid out of her mouth as she licked her lips seductively.

"Do you think you can take that in you?" Kirstie asked, still amazed that the rumors were real.

"I'm sure as hell going to try," said Shelley. Pouncing on my dick like a cat, her mouth engulfed the entire shaft and head, all the way down to my balls, in one gulp. I don't think Shelley was ready for it, because she gagged a little at first. She quickly controlled the reflex and began moving her mouth up and down my cock, running her tongue all up and down the shaft as she went. Her mouth felt so warm and wet, and looking down to see her brown eyes closed tightly shut as she worked away on my tool, her dirty blonde hair still nicely arranged from the party hanging over her shoulder, I thought life couldn't get any better.

Then however, Kirstie had moved beside me and was licking and playing with my nipples, running her finger all around my softened but still firm abs. She was using her other hand down by Shelley's mouth to tease and squeeze my balls with her long nails. I was settling in for a nice long blowjob when suddenly Shelley pulled her mouth off and sat up. I looked alarmed for a second, wondering if something was wrong, but I could see that Shelley's hand had been busy getting herself off. She was using her own cum to pre lubricate herself, as now she moved up over me and put her arms to the side of my head, holding herself up. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, and I could taste all the fluids from Kirstie and myself mixed within her mouth. Her tits swung seductively just inches from my face and I watched from between them as Kirstie took hold of my cock and positioned the head at Shelley's tight little opening. Shelley slowly slid back onto my dick, letting it enter her at a frustratingly slow pace. All I could feel around my cock was the pressure, the intense pressure, from her pussy as it stretched and expanded to let my 11 inch beast inside. I saw a slight look of discomfort on Shelley's face, but it was only in passing as I felt all but about an inch of my cock enter her as it bottomed out inside.

Shelley gasped and struggled for breath for a moment as she let her body get adjusted to it.

"God! I've never felt so full in all my life!" she said in a heavy whisper.

I slowly began to rock my hips into her, back and forth, trying to jam just a little more of my meat inside of her tight hole with every thrust. Kirstie, not wanting to be left out, was now squatting over my face at just the right angle so Shelley and I could lick at her hole at the same time. Leaning my head up to lick, Shelley's tongue had already beaten me to it and was burrowed deep inside of Kirstie's steaming hot snatch. Shelley's and my tongue danced and touched each other while we ate out Kirstie, and our hips were thrusting and keeping their own time. I could feel Shelley's hard clit up near the head of my dick as I thrust in and out of it in full and complete strokes. Suddenly she shuddered and cried out loudly as an explosive orgasm hit. I could feel a small stream of her love juice trickle down onto my shaft, mingling into the sweaty mess of pubic hair of our colliding hips.

The friction of her tight cunt, mixed with the intoxicating smell of Kirstie's pussy and her womanhood, made my orgasm eminent. With a loud cry, I bucked my hips into Shelley one more time and exploded stream after stream of hot cum inside of her tight hole. She lay there with her eyes closed, savoring the feeling of my cum slowly trickling out of her slit, while she used her tongue on the inside of Kirstie. Figuring that Shelley had her covered, I lifted my head to her chest and began to lick and tease Shelley's nipples lightly. There were jutting out already in their erect state, and my pleasuring of her caused her back to arch as I tried to stuff as much of her right tit into my mouth as possible.

"Come on, come on! Keep at it! Yeaaaahhhh! That's it!" moaned Kirstie as Shelley was bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Slowly I reached my hand up and slid two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, and this was enough to send her over the edge. Leaning back hard against the wall and head board of the bed, Kirstie moaned explosively as she released her cum all over Shelley's waiting tongue.

Now it was Kirstie's turn to get fucked, as she climbed off the top of the bed and slid down by my still hard dick. Jerking me up and down lightly just to get my cock as hard as possible, she laid on her back on the bed as I lifted her legs and placed them onto my shoulders. Teasing the entrance to her cunt with the head of my shaft, I smeared her cum all over it just to get some extra lubrication, although I hardly needed it considering how wet and hot she was. In one swift stroke, I began to push my dick into her.

Kirstie was much more accustomed to sex or at least larger penises, because I had no trouble getting inside. Her pussy walls spasmed as they stretched around my cock. If Shelley's cunt had been a tight crevice, Kirstie's was a lush jungle. Warm and wet and so incredibly smooth on the inside, she had to have one of the nicest pussies I have fucked in a long time.

I wasted no time shoving in and out of Kirstie, and this is just how she liked it - fast and hard. Before I knew it, I was rocking Kirstie up and down on the bed, her hips bouncing up every time to meet my thrusts. Shelley was sitting next to us on the bed, alternating between licking the top of Kirstie's cunt while I fucked her, and making out with me so that I could taste the juices that she was tasting.

Shelley couldn't take just sitting there for too long though, and in a heartbeat she was up on the bed on her knees with her cute little pussy right at Kirstie's nose and mouth while Kirstie licked from the entrance to Shelley's hot slit up to her asshole, tasting a little bit of the tangy flavor of it.

We continued fucking like this for a while, until I could sense that Kirstie (after having at least three orgasms on my cock) was tiring. Picking up the pace even more, I was now rocking the bed back and forth on the floor as Kirstie and Shelley became a mass of sweaty hot bodies licking and sucking each other while I pounded away at Kirstie's cunt. I couldn't take too much more, but I held on until Shelley's cries built in volume, which meant she was about to cum. I timed it just right and just as Shelley's cry of pleasure hit a super high volume, I released my cum inside of Kirstie's pussy. Her cunt seemed to want to suck my dick dry as it lapped up and absorbed all of my seed.

Pulling out of her, the three of us collapsed onto the bed in a naked sweaty heap. Glancing at my watch, I realized that we had been gone for two and half hours. I told the girls this and we dressed quickly. Slipping out first was Kirstie, who kissed me in the usual movie star style on the cheek and gave my ass a squeeze, thanking me for "Helping me get through a tough time". As she walked off, I could see a little trail of my cum running down her leg. I was going to holler to her but she was too far down the hall. Still, it looked damn sexy.

Shelley was straightening her dress and hair up in a full length mirror on the wall of the room. When she had finished, it looked like nothing had happened, although her face was a little flush. Shelley gave me a kiss and slipped out the door as well, handing me a business card.

"That's a party tomorrow night. You ought to come, it's very exclusive and I can promise more action like what happened tonight," Shelley whispered seductively into my ear. I watched her walk off down the hall and then checked myself to make sure I looked alright. Shutting the bedroom door behind me, I made my way down the hall and left the party without anyone noticing, getting into my Porsche and driving off.

I'll have to check with Rebecca about scheduling conflicts but if there aren't any, you can bet I'll be at that party. I will let you know how it goes...

That was the end of the entry. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything after that until two months later, and that entry wasn't interesting or related at all. Sighing to myself, I closed the book and put it back inside of the drawer. Shutting the door quietly behind me, I began to see my father in a different light. Maybe there was more of those books and his exploits. He didn't sound any different than me, at least sexually. Perhaps I misjudged him...

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent Chapter Chapter 9: Elizabeth Hurley

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Stretching my legs out in front of me and yawning quietly to myself, I settled in my seat for a long ride. I was headed over to England to meet with Elizabeth Hurley about landing a role in another film. Elizabeth was often times called one of the most beautiful and most photographed women in the world, and given the publicity she received in the British tabloids, it was not hard to see why. Some of the actresses I have dealt with while I was out in Los Angeles, famous or not, have been major bitches. They think that because they say two lines in some low budget comedy, they are the next Barbara Streisand.

But that was what was unique about Elizabeth. Right after I took over the firm, she called me up to introduce herself and offer her condolences on my father's death. Apparently she had been extremely close to my father (In more ways than one, I'm sure). Since then, she had been just like a long time friend, not being demanding at all towards any acting or modeling work that came along. And more importantly, she always seemed like a down to Earth, normal girl and I admired her free spirit attitude. She knew that she was attractive and she knew that she was famous, but it didn't seem to phase her in any way. That made dealing with her extremely easy to deal with and on a more personal level, made me like her as not only a client but a friend.

The flight from LA to London was a long and tiring one so I slept for most of the plane ride. When we finally landed, I was amazed to see Elizabeth there waiting for me at the terminal. She was dressed down so as to appear like a normal person, wearing a beige sweater that hid her curves for the most part, and a pair of semi-baggy blue jeans. Her feet were inside a pair of ragged tennis shoes and to top it all off, she had a blue baseball cap on. Still, when I saw those soft blue eyes, I knew it was her. I got my luggage and we walked out to her car (a very nice silver BMW Z3) without incident, driving out of the airport and back to her apartment in the upper rich portion of London.

As we were approaching the gate to enter into the building, a young girl came running up, gushing about being a "huge fan and could she please have an autograph". This was one of the few times I had ever seen any of my clients handle their fans, but Elizabeth was very cool about it. She smiled and made the autograph out to the girl on a blank index card Elizabeth carried in her purse. The bitter cold London wind almost blew the card out of Elizabeth's hands, but my reflexes were too quick and I caught it as it was just about to slip away. Handing it back to her, Elizabeth smiled and said thanks.

Making our way through the gate and up the stairs to her loft, Elizabeth explained the index card.

"I adore my fans, but sometimes they are ill prepared. So I carry a stack of blank index cards in my purse just in case they don't have something they want signed," she said, unlocking the door. This was a very kind and smart idea and I was amazed that she would go to such lengths for her fans. I brought in my luggage and collapsed on the couch. Even though it was only 11 in the morning, it felt like 4 AM back on Los Angeles time. Despite the sleep I got on the plane, I was still exhausted. Laying my head back on the couch, I slowly began to drift off to sleep. Elizabeth stood over me and smiled, leaning me back on to the couch and propping my head on a pillow.

I awoke later that afternoon around 5. Sitting up, I looked around. I could hear Elizabeth doing something in the kitchen, probably fixing tea or a late afternoon snack. I stood up and stretched, straightening out my rumpled traveling clothes (a long sleeve shirt and a pair of comfortable khaki pants) and slowly looked around Elizabeth Hurley's apartment.

The living room area was quite spacious, with very high ceilings that were supported by thick wooden beams. The floor was also hard wood, covered in many places by very thick asian style rugs. The furniture was fairly sparse, although very expensive, with only a coffee table and the couch and a few floor lamps. I wondered how much of this was hers and how much was Hugh Grant's, her former long time boyfriend. Making my way into the kitchen, I could see that Liz was preparing a delicious smelling tea.

Sitting down at the table, she walked over to serve me the tea. I saw that she had showered and changed, and was now wearing only a bath robe. The robe was very elegant looking, a light pink color with white trim around the hems and cuffs.

We made chit chat over tea, talking about Hollywood and relationships and what not. I told her of my past involvement with Alyssa Milano, and like a sister, she was very sympathetic.

"Dean, Alyssa is a sweet girl. I've spoken with her at a few parties," Elizabeth said, sipping her tea. "But if you are anything like your father, it will take a special kind of woman to make you happy," she said with a smile.

After tea, we began discussing what had actually brought me across the Atlantic: work. We spent over 5 hours discussing scripts that I had brought with me. The problem wasn't finding one she liked, it was finding one she didn't like, and we both finally deciding on a comedy with a still undetermined cast. I was cleaning up my briefcase when Elizabeth got out of her chair and stood up, a smile on her face.

"Let's go dancing," she said, her beautiful face coming to life at the idea. Admittedly, I wasn't much of a dancer, but I figured what the hell. I wasn't going to pass up the chance to go watch Elizabeth get her groove on.

"Sure, sounds good. You may want to change clothes though," I said, referring to the bathrobe she was still wearing. Glancing down, she laughed and said "Oh yes. I don't think this would do at all. Give me 5 minutes to change and we can head out,"

I went to the spare bedroom I was using for my stay to change into something more club appropriate. I decided on a pair of oversized blue jeans, tennis shoes and a gray turtleneck sweater. Fixing my hair and adding a light bit of cologne, I walked back out to the living room.

Elizabeth was standing in front of a wall mirror, adjusting her earrings. She was wearing a glittering knee length red dress, slit up the sides up to her calves. The dress crisscrossed in the back with thin straps of material, and the red accented her pale white skin beautifully. Friend or not, it was tough not to realize how absolutely beautiful she was inside of that dress.

Turning around to face me, Elizabeth smiled broadly and adjusted the purse on her shoulder.

"Ready?" she asked.

I nodded, and we were out the door.

The club was located in the "hotspot" of London, which was the old warehouse district. The club we were going to, Rage, was in a converted fish processing plant. The line was around the building when we pulled up and parked, but this didn't even faze Elizabeth. Walking directly up to the bouncer, she stood on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The bouncer, an enormous black man, smiled and stepped aside, letting us in.

"Thanks Nick," I heard her say as we walked past.

Inside of Rage, the club was multi-level, with the bottom floor being the bar area and the general dance floor, a combination of hip hop and some rock music playing loudly. Following Liz, we walked up a winding flight of stairs. The second floor had more of a techno music atmosphere, with lots of people swaying and moving to music blaring out of huge ceiling and wall mounted speakers. Strobe lights illuminated everything, and through the thick fog of cigarette smoke and dry ice I could see lasers shooting by on the ceiling.

The third floor was very high up and much smaller than the previous two, but it was much more intimate. There were isolated areas for couples to go to and a private bar with three bartenders.

Elizabeth walked over to say hello to some friends, so I went to the bar and got us each a drink and found a booth to sit in. Looking around, this part of the club seemed very exclusive. There were lots of models, both male and female, and I recognized a few British celebrities all drinking and dancing and talking.

Elizabeth finally made her way back to my booth but it was only for a second, as she grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the dance floor.

The music playing was a loudly thumping beat by some techno artist, and it was great music to dance to. Elizabeth pulled me close to her and began to bump and grind her body all up and down mine. Despite not liking to dance, and not actually being very good at it, I think I kept up fairly well. I was encouraged by seeing Elizabeth's rhythm and pace pick up with me and soon the rest of the club became a blur as I found my natural groove and Elizabeth and I's bodies merged together in dance, even if it was just for one song.

Over the next few hours, I made my way around the dance floor, dancing with various models and women. All of them were exceptionally beautiful and a couple seemed to take an interest in me. But my mind was always elsewhere, watching Elizabeth dance with nearly everyone. Dancing was her natural element I could tell. Her body was so rhythmic and graceful when she was on the floor, and she looked like she couldn't be any happier than when she was dancing.

As the night wore on, I had slowly drank myself into a sizeable buzz. Looking down at my watch, I saw it was almost 3 AM. I guess I hadn't noticed that the club was starting to thin out a little. But Liz was still out there, dancing like mad. Her hairspray had long lost it's hold on her hair, and now her dark brown hair swung over her shoulder as she danced, part of it sticking to her forehead from the perspiration. As the song ended, Elizabeth's dance partner, a tall well built man with a chiseled chin, said his goodbyes and made his way down the stairs from the club. Glancing around, Elizabeth finally spied me sipping on my tenth vodka of the night in the same booth I had occupied hours earlier. I was very wasted at this point and was hoping Elizabeth was coming over to get me to leave.

"Well, that was fun but I'm exhausted. Shall we go?" Elizabeth said. I just finished my drink and smiled as we headed out.

Elizabeth drove home since I was too intoxicated to do so. At 4 AM, London is a very quiet and empty place. Getting to her apartment and going in, I almost collapsed onto the counter from having drank just one drink too many. Elizabeth luckily caught me though and sat me down into a chair by the kitchen table. The early morning light was just starting to rise over the Thames I saw when I glanced through a window in the kitchen.

"You need a shower to wake yourself up and make sure you don't get a hangover," Elizabeth said, lifting me up and helping me into the bathroom. She let go of me and began running the water into the tub to warm it up for the shower.

I was leaning up against the bathroom wall, when I realized that Elizabeth was over estimating my condition. I was groggy for sure, but I could have taken care of myself. Ulterior motive or not, Elizabeth reached down and lifted my shirt off and set it on the floor. She couldn't help but run her hands along my modest six pack abs. I was about to protest, but then she began to unbutton my jeans and slide them down. I suddenly realized that I had a fairly sizeable erection inside my boxers, right around the time she started to slide them down.

I played it off like I was too drunk to notice, but it still startled Elizabeth as she blushed slightly. Her face and beautiful lips were a mere foot from my cock and I couldn't do anything about it, for fear of blowing my innocent act.

At first Elizabeth looked away and ignored it, focusing instead on the hot water that was now steaming up the bathroom. But she couldn't resist stealing another glance, and it was this time that I decided I would take charge. Making sure I caught her eye when she looked at it again, I took her hand in mine and guided it to my rock hard cock. Elizabeth never broke eye contact with me while I did this. I almost died from pleasure when I felt her small, soft hand wrap around my shaft instinctually. Elizabeth had a sort of daze on her face during all this, but she seemed to know what she was doing.

Still holding my dick in her hand, she used her other free hand to slide down her dress. Her 36C breasts were now just inches from me, and now it was her turn to take my hand and guide it to her breasts. I wasted no time as I began to tease and knead them with my palms, pinching her nipple and pulling it out while I fondled her. Her chest was now glistening in the light of the bathroom from the moisture from the shower, and the sweat from the club.

Elizabeth's hand meanwhile was slowly wanking me off, her tempo keeping up with the rate in which I was pleasuring her. I leaned my mouth down to her left nipple and inhaled the sweet odor of her body as my tongue danced all around her erect breast. Her nipples were a medium pink shade and combined with her areolas, were fairly small on such large breasts. However, they looked totally in proportion with her body and made her look even more beautiful.

Her red sequined dress continued to slide down her body until it lay in a crumpled heap by my shirt and pants. Elizabeth was wearing a see through black lace g-string and I could see that she kept her pussy hair in a neatly trimmed triangle.

I couldn't stand the anticipation any more, so I pulled Elizabeth to me. Her hand left my dick and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders as we began a deep embrace. She grinded her pussy against my hard cock, and I could feel the wiriness of her pubes through the thin material of her underwear. The heat radiating in the room was intense, so I decided to move it to the shower. Reaching down with my thumb, I slid Elizabeth's panties off, making sure my thumb brushed against her aroused and exposed clit on the way down. She gasped softly into my ear as I did this.

Moving my hand back up, I used one hand to guide her backwards into the shower, following her right behind as I stepped in. The water was a bit of a shock as it splashed against our skin, little droplets sliding down the contours of Elizabeth's naked body. Guiding my hard shaft towards Elizabeth's hole, I pushed her back against the shower wall. She shivered slightly as her body adjusted to the cold tile, but this was just enough to make her hips thrust up ever so slightly, and allow my cock to slide into her.

She wasn't loose but she certainly wasn't tight as I sank all of my meat into her. Her pussy was certainly experienced, quivering as I pulled myself in and out of her at a slow speed. I was now pressing my entire body against her, as I slid in and out of her sweet, warm cunt. Her chest was heaving from the steam and the pleasure I was causing her. Elizabeth dismounted from me, but it was only for a brief moment. She moved her leg onto the edge of the bathtub and positioned herself spread eagle inside the shower. I tilted her head back as I began to rock in and out of her at a much faster pace, holding her head (her beautiful hair was now dripping wet and hung as one big mass down her back in between her shoulder blades) gently in my hands to keep from hurting her.

"I've wanted you ever since we first met," Elizabeth said to me as our bodies moved in unison.

"As have I," I replied, thrusting into her hard as I said this. This triggered an orgasm inside of her, as I felt her legs weaken for a moment and buckle as her body convulsed in pleasure. I used this momentary pause to reposition Liz in the shower. Now I turned her around and pressed her against the wall of the showerhead, her legs spread around the faucet. Using the weight of my body, I held her against the wall, crushing her tits against the slippery and wet tile wall. Elizabeth moaned as I once again moved my cock inside of her.

Her hips were thrusting backwards, trying to milk my prick for all it was worth. I felt like I could last forever inside of Elizabeth Hurley. The strangeness of it was that this didn't feel like just another meaningless fuck. Like my relationship with Alyssa, I felt a bond and connection with Elizabeth as I stood here making love to her while she gyrated her body all around my cock. It wasn't as deep a feeling as with Alyssa, but it was still very intense. Like a true understanding; a true friendship and love for each other.

The water from the shower turning colder shook me out of my thoughts and I realized that I should speed things up if I didn't want to lose "it" all together. I bent Elizabeth over at the waist and put her hands at the corners of the tub. Her ass was thrust out at me sexily and I stood there for a moment, rubbing my dick head against her ass and up and down her crack. Finally, I just decided to thrust into her pussy once more to savor the feeling. This caught Elizabeth off guard even though we had just been fucking, and she moaned loudly from the pleasure of feeling my 9 inch cock inside of her. I fucked her furiously as she held onto the sides of the tub. I felt my balls swelling with sperm, and I grunted loudly as I released a long series of hot streams of cum inside of Elizabeth's pussy. She cried out as well as she orgasmed from the feeling of my cum hitting her inner walls.

As my dick softened some, I pulled out of her and reached down and shut off the water. We held each other as the water dripped off. We toweled each other and kissed passionately for a few minutes more before finally calling it a night and climbing into bed, falling asleep almost instantly in each other's arms.

I awoke a few hours later in the same position I had been in when I fell into the bed with her. My cock had gotten hard during my slumber, something not surprising since I had it pressed against Elizabeth's soft belly and her warm pussy. Elizabeth was still asleep in my arms, breathing shallowly next to me. Her hair had fallen over her left eye and as she laid there sleeping peacefully, she looked like an angel.

I was about to try and get some more sleep, when Elizabeth unconciously moved in her sleep and my dick slid down so that it was a few centimeters from the head entering her. I lay there pondering if I should act on it without waking her, or just ignore it. I chose the former, and using my hand, I gently slid the head of my prick inside of Elizabeth once more. She didn't seem to notice as I worked more and more of my shaft inside of her. Her legs spread open slightly, giving me more access. Her breathing became even more shallow and I could see that my slow fucking of her must have been giving her good dreams. Working slowly so as not to wake her up at all, I began gliding in and out of her. The feeling was sheer torture as I couldn't speed up the pace no matter how badly I wanted to. I cared for Elizabeth more than that.

After this agonizing fuck session, I could feel myself building to another orgasm. Not wanting to come inside of her without her knowing, I pulled out just as quietly as I went in, and slowly jacked myself off until I came just inches from her pussy, my cum squirting out and landing in Elizabeth's belly button and some inside of her pubic hair, dripping down to the moist slit of her cunt. In her sleep, Elizabeth reached down and itched where my cum landed, which really just served the purpose of smearing it into her skin and pushing a small trickle into her pussy. Watching this happen was enough to almost get me hard again, but I decided not to push it and pulled Elizabeth closer to me as I drifted off to sleep once more.

I spent the next few days in London with Elizabeth. She showed me all the usual tourist places, but also some very unique and cool shops and museums that the average person would never think to look in. Sadly however, the day came when I had to return to Los Angeles and tackle the mountain of celebrity problems waiting for me on my desk. Elizabeth drove me to the airport and we kissed for a moment before I boarded the plane and headed home. From my window seat, I saw that Elizabeth waited by the terminal until I was out of sight.

That's when I realized what my feelings really were towards her: I loved her but I was not in love with her. I loved her company and her friendship and especially her body, but I did not have that deeper feeling and connection with her that I had shared with Alyssa. Pondering it some more, this didn't seem like a bad thing. Elizabeth would always be there for advice on a relationship, or a casual fling if I needed it. Perhaps I just needed some time away to consider where I wanted our relationship to go. I knew one thing: this wouldn't be my last encounter with Elizabeth Hurley.

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent Chapter Chapter 10: Portia De Rossi

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"Glad you could come in Portia," I said as I reclined in my chair.

"Not a problem Dean, what's up?" Portia replied.

Portia De Rossi had become a client of the firm through ruthless dealings by my father, who had lured her away from her two-bit talent agency before, and who had been hugely influential in landing her the role as Nelle Porter on the hit TV show "Ally McBeal".

"Well actually, we do have a problem. Do you remember the photographer Rob Akens?" I asked, folding my hands in front of me.

Portia nodded her head slowly as she sat in the chair in front of me. She was wearing a light, white floral blouse that showed her cleavage quite well. She wore a matching pant suit with the blouse and had her famous blonde locks tied behind her head. Her greenish gray eyes sparkled, but they seemed to be losing some luster as I continued.

"He was famous in the early 90s for taking photos of some of the most gorgeous women in the world. His career was going great until he got busted for half a pound of coke he tried to smuggle into the country a few years ago. Blah blah, real tragic stuff. Well, he did some time but his reputation was ruined. Since he got out of prison he has been trying to re-build his career in the industry," I said, although it was apparently for my own benefit as Portia seemed to know exactly where I was going with this.

"And that's where you come in," I said with a sigh. "He contacted us about a week ago and said something to the effect that he had something of yours he knew you would desperately want if you wanted to 'Go further in life'. That was his phrasing. He wouldn't tell me what it was. He said you knew. So would you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?" I asked her.

A range of emotions was going on behind Portia's beautiful face I could tell. At first she seemed composed, then worried, then upset, then finally her face settled into a sense of uneasiness.

"Yes, I know Rob. He helped me out when I was a teenager back in Australia, still modeling. I sort of had a school girl crush on him back then. We became romantically involved for about six months, but then he dumped me for some other model. That's when I left Australia and came to the US. And I think I know what it is that he has on me. They are nude pictures," Portia said, the obvious pain in remembering what happened hurting her even as she spoke.

"What type of nude photos are we talking about here? Is it just a topless shot or full frontal or what?" I replied, as what Rob was doing to us began to take shape.

"No, it's much worse than that. If I remember right, and it's hard because it seems like so long ago, the photos we took were pretty explicit. I remember one of them distinctly because he showed them to me. It was me sucking his cock while I played with myself with a dildo," Portia said, her face turning bright red and her gaze shifting downward so she wasn't looking me in the eyes.

"Oh God..." I muttered to myself, just imagining the nightmare the press would turn something like that into. And God help us if those photos got on the Internet. I knew Fox would drop her, especially after the pressure they were put under for the incident with Robert Downey Jr. Still though, this sleazy photographer was trying to blackmail my firm and clients and I was not happy about it at all.

"Well look," I said, snapping out of my thoughts, my voice rising out of my frustration. "We don't have to do anything about this. This is blackmail, and he could go back to jail for it. I'll call him right now and tell him to fuck off," I said, picking up the phone.

"No Dean! Wait!" Portia said loudly, holding out her hand in a stop motion. "I know Rob. Let me go and talk to him, I'm sure I could get him to compromise or something. Or at least find out what he wants from us,"

Still holding the phone in the air, the earpiece beeped noisily since it was off the hook. Portia was probably thinking more rationally than I was (this being the first time someone tried to blackmail me). Finally I set the phone in the cradle and spoke.

"Alright. I'll set up a time to meet with him and let you know. But you can be sure that I will be coming along, just to make sure things go all right," I said.

Portia seemed happy with this. After chitchatting for a while and trying to lighten the mood, I had to run to a meeting so Portia left. When I returned that afternoon, my assistant Julie had already arranged everything, setting our meeting for a week from Friday. I called Portia personally and gave her the address and we agreed to meet there.

As I pulled into the driveway of Akers house, I couldn't help but notice how shabby it was. Located in an older neighborhood of LA, the house had a vintage look to it, albeit a kept in bad repair motif. Portia's car was already there, a beautiful BMW M3.

I walked up the walkway to the door and knocked. Rob answered the door, and I could see Portia standing further into the room behind him.

Rob was just the type of guy I figured he would be. He was about 5'6 and had the current 'chic' LA look, with a short goatee and very small oval shaped glasses. His cold blue eyes seemed to be picking me apart mentally in that brief moment when he opened the door. But his face changed into a wide toothed grin as he welcomed me in. I could see that he was a little overweight and that his perfectly groomed black hair was balding some in the back. He wore a loose fitting navy blue shirt which was tucked into a pair of white slacks. His feet were bare and I could see that he was used to walking around barefoot, as the bottoms of his feet were quite dirty.

"Hello Dean, thank you for coming," Rob said. His English was heavy with an Australian accent. Portia was down the hall admiring a photograph before turning her attention towards me and walking my way, her face beaming. The floor was made out of heavy oak panels, and the walls were painted a dreary shade of brown to match with the floor. The hall way was lit however with huge lights that hung from the ceiling high a few feet above me. As he led me further into his home, Portia seemed to jump in line behind him like a puppy. I could sense some of that school girl fascination returning.

Hustling up behind her, I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Has he budged at all?" I whispered into Portia's ear. Her head turned around sharply as she put her finger to her lips in a "shhh" motion. Her blonde hair, pulled back in a long ponytail that stretched down almost to her gorgeous ass, swung wildly when she turned. Portia was wearing a pair of sheer, tight black pants and a green top. Combined with her platinum hair and her green eyes, she looked like an enchantress. I couldn't help but notice as well that I couldn't make out her panty line, meaning she was either wearing a thong or nothing at all. I quickly understood how she would "bargain" with him.

"Have a seat over here Dean. Can I get you a drink, mate?" Rob asked. We had come into a studio area of the house, as it was very sparsely decorated. In the center of the room was a table that was littered with all sorts of camera parts and loose film rolls. Standing on a tripod, facing a blank white wall, was a very expensive looking camera. To the left of where I sat was a mini bar area with a lamp above it that looked straight out of an episode of "Cheers".

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," I replied to him. Portia had walked over and taken a seat next to me, her legs crossed as she watched. She herself was sipping on a rum & coke I saw, and I'm sure that it was not her first one of the day, given the way she was drinking it down.

"That's very well then. Just thought I'd offer," Rob said as he poured himself a vodka. Holding it in his hand as he paced in front of the bar, sipping it occasionally, he avoided looking at us as he was thinking to himself. After a long sip of the drink, he spoke.

"Here's what I'm gonna do," he said as he reached behind the bar and pulled out an envelope, handing it to me. "I give you the negatives and originals of those photos and you give me $500,000, and we pretend this never happened. A bloke's gotta be able to buy some blow now that he is here in L.A., no?" Rob said.

Opening the envelope and sliding the photos out onto my lap, Portia leaned over to look at them as well. What she had said were in the photos didn't prepare me at all for what Rob was showing me now.

The first photo was indeed the one Portia had talked about. In full, vibrant color, Portia was easily recognizable as she sucked happily on a medium sized cock (which had to be Rob's). She had his balls cupped in her left hand and appeared to be squeezing them. She was looking directly into the camera, and I saw that a small trickle of cum was dripping down her cheek. With her other hand she held a massive 12 inch dildo halfway in her cunt. You could see the outline of her pussy lips as they stretched around this metallic silver beast. Her pubic hair was sparse in the photo, but just as blond as the hair on her head. The next photo was even more shocking.

In it, Portia laid spread eagle and totally stretched out on a velvet bedspread. Beside her lay a pair of skimpy black panties, and all that she was wearing were a pair of matching black stockings. All over her chest however, covering her ruby red nipples, all the way from her lips to just above her pussy, were long thick streaks of cum. It had to be no less than a gallon of cum covering her body all over. Like the other photo, it was quite clearly Portia, although she appeared to be much younger.

The final photo in the envelope was also disturbing. It was a rear shot of Portia, her head turned to face the camera. Buried inside of her pussy underneath her was a huge black cock. In her ass and straddling her back was another black man's cock, this one only half way inside of her. In between her beautiful lips and on her pristine face was yet another cock, this was apparently just spewed it's hot greasy cum all over her face, as the cum was dripping down her chin. All three men's faces were not visible but like the other two photos before it, there was no mistaking that was Portia.

I slid the photos back into the envelope, and tried to remain calm and think. It was impossible for me not to be turned on by those photos, especially with the subject of the photo's face just inches from mine. Like my own breath, Portia's had become more rapid and excited just by looking at the photos. I could tell that even if she regretted her past sins, something like this was still too much not to turn her on and get her pussy juices flowing. As I felt my erection ebb inside my pants, I cleared my thoughts and started thinking like a business man again.

"No. Absolutely no way will we pay you anything. That's blackmail buddy, and in case you forgot, it's illegal in this country," I said, in a cold voice. Portia was now resting her hand on my inner arm and leaning very close to me. I could smell her fragrant perfume mixing with the sexual excitement she had just experienced.

This was obviously not the answer Rob wanted. I guess he thought we would come in here, cut him a check and that would be it. But because I was hard nosing him, his master plan was not going how he wanted. His warm and friendly motif shifted into one of anger and I saw his face darken.

"Blackmail my bloody ass! This is a shrewd business deal between a photographer and a model. Now if you don't want to buy these, I can think of a few magazines and tabloids that might," Rob said, narrowing his eyes as he stared straight at me.

"Fine. Go ahead and sell them. We will call them fakes and deny it," I said. I was more than willing to play hard ball with this junkie burnout. "And given your past reputation here in L.A., I don't think anyone would believe you any ways. You can do wonders with a computer now," I replied, my tone now icy cold as I spoke.

Rob knew that his back was against the wall and that he was running out of bargaining room. Still, I really didn't know if those were all the pictures that he had taken, let alone the only copies.

His posture shifted and he stood up more straightly as he stood up and crossed his arms. He spoke again.

"If you won't give me my money, let me get something from Portia. A quickie as you American's say," he said.

I actually laughed. I couldn't believe the audacity of this man to turn me into no more than a common pimp with one of my clients.

"There is no way on God's green earth that you will be sleeping with Portia. Not while she is my client," I said. Portia had been watching my reaction intently and I sensed relief in her hand when she loosened her grip upon my arm.

"You are a sticky son of a bitch aren't you Simonds," Rob said. I could tell that he was now very frustrated at my lack of compromise. But at this point I had him on the ropes and I wasn't going to back down before we got the photos and left without paying a thing.

"At least let me get a little blowjob from her then," Rob said. He was almost pleading now, and I noticed that he had a sizeable lump in his crotch. If he couldn't get the money, they would go for the next best thing: sex. Then again, what man in his situation wouldn't.

I was about to speak and tear him a new ass hole with my response, but Portia stunned us both by speaking up for the first time since my arrival.

"All right, I'll blow you till you come. I'll even let you come on my tits if you want. But Rob, those HAVE to be the only copies of those photos," Portia said. I could see that her acting ability came naturally as I couldn't help how exactly much like Nelle she was acting in her forcefulness and bargaining.

Rob jumped at this offer and was quick to respond "Then it's a deal. I promise these are the only photos in existence," He smiled lewdly at me, and I could tell he was enjoying that he had achieved some sort of victory.

I was still dumbfounded by her offering but it was her choice. I wanted to make sure it was all right with her, so I took her aside for a moment.

"Portia, you don't have to do this. We can just walk out on this sleaze ball and if he tries anything just call the cops," I said, almost pleading with her. I was still conflicted about it in a way, and the erection in my pants of knowing what I was about to be watching didn't help matters.

"Dean, I'll be fine. This way everyone will be happy. Besides, I haven't tasted a good dick in a while, so it's not like I'm getting shafted on this deal, so to speak," Portia replied, smiling at me that same smile that had won over the hearts of many a male "Ally McBeal" viewer.

"All right. But if you do something you don't want to, just let me know," I whispered to her. Turning my attention to Rob, my tone shifted back to a business like manner.

"You have a deal Mr. Akers. But no funny stuff. And if you are lying about the photos, so help me God I will prosecute you to the fullest extent," I said, my voice gruff and harsh.

"Yea, yea, sure whatever," Rob said. He was very excited and reached down and started unbuckling his belt. He paused for a moment though. "If you'll excuse us mate...we can get this ball rolling,"

"Oh no. I'm not leaving this couch until I have those pictures in hand and our work here is done," I replied. "That is, unless Portia wants me to leave,"

"No Dean, you can stay. Just to make sure everything goes okay," Portia replied. She was standing up now, and began to unbutton the two buttons at the top of her shirt.

"Suit yourself," said Rob apathetically. Going back to work on his pants, he had them and his boxer shorts down around his ankles in no time. His cock was sticking straight out in front of him and was already very erect. He had nothing on my 9 inch penis, but his was fairly sizeable.

Portia removed her shirt and unclasped her bra, letting both fall to the floor. Her breasts looked even better in real life. The skin on her chest was pale and white and her nipples were the same maroon color as in the photos. She was probably a B cup and her breasts seemed to jut out from her chest like small mounds. They looked very proportional to her tall and lithe body.

She walked over until she was just inches from Rob and then got down onto her knees. Taking his hard cock into her hand, she slowly began to stroke it up and down. Using her other hand to fondle his balls, she moved her head to the side of it and gave the side of his shaft a long, deliberate lick. Rob threw his head back in pleasure as Portia set to work.

In a vain attempt to hide my erection, I scooted to the edge of the couch and sat with my legs spread, hoping my erection wasn't too obvious (not like either of them were looking at me while this was going on).

Portia's busy mouth was now sucking up and down on Rob's cock, teasing the underside of it with her tongue. She had let her long blond hair down from the ponytail it had been in, and now it hung behind the nape of her neck and onto her shoulders. The natural curls of it, swaying back and forth as she bobbed up and down on him were almost hypnotic. Portia's pace had picked up, but her technique was now shifting, as she was deep throating him all the way and then pulling his cock out of her mouth until the very edge of it was touching her gorgeous lips. Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely, and I saw that Portia's hand was inside of her pants as she played with herself. A small spot of moisture had begun to develop on them.

Subconsciously, I began stroking myself through my own pants, keeping pace with Portia as I rubbed my palm up and down myself. As Portia's tongue maneveuring on Rob's ample sized cock shifted and changed, I felt myself getting hornier by the second. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and unzipped my pants, letting them fall gently down to my knees as I began to masturbate in time with the action going on three feet in front of me. Portia and Rob were in their own little world as I did this, and this was just the way I wanted it.

Rob had now taken Portia by her beautiful hair and was moving her lips up and down his shaft at a furious pace as he fucked her mouth for all it was worth. Portia was more than happy to oblige and when Rob began to do this, she began to finger herself faster and faster.

After around ten minutes of giving what had to be some of the most skillful head I had ever seen, Rob's back arched and he panted "I'm cumming babe! I'm cumming!"

Portia pulled his dick out of her hot mouth long enough to ask "Where do you want to cum?"

"On...your...face..." was all that Rob could manage to get out through labored breaths. Portia compiled, giving his shaft a couple more good sucks (her cheeks quivered as she did this, something that almost made me shoot my load right then and there) before taking it in both of her hands and furiously jacking him off just inches away from her face and open and ready mouth.

With a loud groan that resonated through the whole house, Rob thrust his hips forward once more and let loose a cannon shot of cum all over Portia's face. The first strand hit right on her tongue, a little portion of it dribbling down her chin. Moving his dick around her face as he came, Rob began spraying all over her cheeks and nose, landing at least two dollops in her golden blond hair. Aiming down at her chest, Rob shot one more wad of his load, landing it expertly on her right tit so that it covered her nipple.

Seconds later, I felt my own orgasm impending and just let myself go, erupting cum all over my hand and dick, some of it landing on the wood floor below me. The two of them rested for a moment, Rob smearing his cockhead all over Portia's cheeks as more cum dribbled onto her chest. As Rob pulled up his pants finally, both of them noticed me sitting on the couch, my dick still in my hand.

"Did we put on a good show Dean?" Portia asked, as she began to scoot towards me on her knees. The cum was all over her upper half now and I could see the small wet spot in her pants had grown much larger.

"I uhh...yea. Sorry, I couldn't help myself," was my meek reply. Rob was grinning wildly at me before walking over to fix himself another drink.

"Well, it looks like you made a mess. Let me clean it up for you," Portia said. She now kneeled before me and lowered her mouth on to my semi erect cock. Her lips felt like heaven as she slowly sucked the excess cum from my shaft. When all of it had entered her mouth, the overwhelming warmth of it had brought my dick back to full hardness. Licking my balls and the inner part of my thighs, Portia went after every drop of cum she could find. Not satisfied finally when she had clicked it clean, she began giving an encore performance on me, running her tongue up and down and basically all over my cock.

Rob in the meantime had positioned himself behind her and had dropped his pants once again. Reaching down to pull down Portia's sheer black pants, I made a weak effort to stop him.

"I thought you said you just wanted a blowjob?" I said.

"I want all I can have. You don't mind do you Portia?" Rob said as he slid her pants down to her feet. She lifted her legs and kicked them off, mumbling some sort of reply to him that could only have been "No."

Pulling her black thong panties aside, Rob lowered his cock down to her sopping wet opening. Rubbing it along the outside of her cunt and all over her ass, he finally began to sink himself into her. Portia groaned in pleasure on my cock as he did this, and it only helped to make her sucking harder and more pleasurable.

After bottoming out inside of her tight pussy, Rob began to get a tempo going and was slamming into her in no time. Her body rocked back and forth as he did this, his tactile cock sliding in and out of her with every thrust. Her naked body was a beautiful site to behold. I saw that her pussy hair was gone now and her cunt was bare and shaven, her pussy lips wrapping around Rob's cock while he fucked her. Of the three of us, Portia was enjoying herself the most. Deep throating me and moving her mouth up and down my cock like the slut that she had become, she had moved one hand down to her pussy. She held her hole open with two fingers while the other two were busy teasing and prodding her clit as she frigged herself to an orgasm.

Rob's stamina must have been low, because a minute later he pulled out of her and began jacking off quickly before erupting a geyser of cum that landed on her ass cheeks and back. The hot white cum dribbled down the inside of her leg and onto her fingers, which she was more than happy to mingle with her own juices and thrust back into her cunt.

Stepping away from her, Rob was going to pull up his pants but Portia was too quick. Sensing what was going on behind her, she quickly pulled her mouth from my cock and did a 180, thrusting her beautiful pussy right up next to my cock. Shaking her ass erotically against it, I used my hand to guide the head into the inside of her twat.

Portia shifted positions again and stood back up, only to lower herself down forcefully onto my shaft. This surprised me and knocked the wind out of me a little, but it was a pleasant surprise as my entire dick was now buried deep within her. I could feel the moisture and sheer heat from her hot box all around my cock as she flexed her pussy muscles, sending a ripple down my cock and my spine. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, Rob quickly shoved his dick into her mouth and began to fuck her face again. Portia loved this and began to suck furiously on him.

After being teased from the killer blowjob I had received, I was about to cum again almost the moment that I was deep within her. Grabbing onto her hips, I moved her ass up and down on my rod as my balls pounded furiously with her cleanly shaven snatch. I was unsure if I should pull out of her or just shoot my cum inside of her, but Portia wasn't giving me an answer either way. She wasn't the rich and famous actress now - she was a common whore who was getting dick from both ends and loving every second of it. Her blond hair was matted with sweat now as it swayed back and forth on the base of her head, the longest portions reaching down and tickling my abdomen.

I couldn't hold out any longer and moved to pull out of her, but Portia ground her hips deep into my thighs and wouldn't let my cock leave her tight pussy. I finally just gave in and with two sharp thrusts into her, I lined the inner walls of her cunt with my cum. I felt the sticky drippings of her snatch and my own cum seep out of her and smear themselves all over my thighs. Portia must have orgasmed at some point during all this, because when I finally pulled out, her wet pussy lips were dripping with her own juices.

When I was out of her cunt, Portia and Rob moved onto the floor, where Portia laid on her back. Taking his cock from her lips, he moved it between her beautiful breasts and started to tit fuck her at an excited pace. Portia's head was moving up and down on the floor as he did this, and her breathing was very tense and coming in short gasps. Unable to stand the feel of the soft globes of her flesh any longer, Rob shot his third load of the afternoon all over her breasts and her neck. Portia raised her head just enough to take the tip of his dick in her mouth and suck the last trail of cum from it.

I moved onto the floor next to Portia, and Rob and I proceeded to take our sticky cum onto our fingers and feed it to Portia as she licked them clean.

A few hours (and showers) later, Portia and I said our good byes, photos in hand.

As I walked her to her car, I asked her about Rob's honesty.

"Do you really think that those are the only copies of the photos?" I asked.

"Of course not. Since day one of his photographer career, Rob has always kept at least two copies of every photo he took. I'm just glad we got these. After the fuck session we had today though, I doubt he will try to do anything with them," Portia said. Her blond hair blew in the gentle breeze as she said this, and the image I had conjured up of her as a goddess returned.

Getting into her car, Portia handed me the photos in the envelope.

"Here, you can keep these. Call it a memento for those lonely night out in that big mansion of yours," Portia said with a wink before starting the car and heading back towards the free way. Stashing the photos into my briefcase, I got into my car and drove home, making sure when I got there to stash them in a secret place.

[Carnage Jackson]

Journal Of An Agent Chapter 11: Jennifer Love Hewitt

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Straightening my light blue bow tie, I ran my hand down my chest, straightening out my cummerbund. Putting on my black tuxedo jacket, I grabbed my keys and wallet and hustled out the door.

I was going to be escorting the buxom and beautiful young actress Jennifer Love Hewitt to the premiere to her new movie, "Heartbreakers". This was my first movie premiere in the six months since I began running my father's talent agency out here in L.A. and though I've been to many black tie events (you may remember my recount of the People's Choice Awards with Jessica Alba) this one I was really looking forward to, primarily so that I could spend time with Jennifer. Back in college, she had been a popular girl around my dorm room, with all three of my roommates and myself watching the dreadful "I Know What You Did Last Summer" over and over again, just for Jennifer. If only the guys could see me now...

My affection towards her was really just a school boy crush, but nevertheless I was going to relish walking down that red carpet with her by my side. I almost fell out of my chair when I read in Variety that the premiere was coming up. I had called Jennifer at home to ask her if I could be her date that night.

"Hello?"

"Hi Jennifer, it's me Dean," I said to her.

"Oh hey Dean!" she said excitedly. This was pretty common practice with her whenever we spoke over the phone. She always seemed to sound like an over excited teenager when I called. We had not actually met in person yet, conducting all of our previous business over the phone, so I hoped that I would get a chance to accompany her on the night of the premiere.

"SHIT!" Jennifer said loudly into the phone, enough to startle me. "Hold on just one second Dean,"

I heard her put the phone on a table or something and listened intently to see if everything was all right. I could have sworn I heard moaning in the background, but it was probably my over active sex drive WANTING to hear something like that.

A minute or two later, she picked up the phone again. "Sorry about that, I was watching TV and when I got up to answer the phone, I accidentally knocked the remote to the floor. It changed the channel and landed on one of those porn stations on the satellite system," she said, out of breath after having run to quickly change the channel. So I WASN'T hearing things. I decided to try and have a little fun with the porn thing, mainly for my own benefit.

"Sure Jennifer. You knew I was going to call and that thought got you all hot and bothered so you decided to put on some porn," I said to her in a half joking manner. If only that had been true.

Jennifer laughed in response, that trace of her teenage giggles still apparent in her light laughter.

"Yea, that's it Dean. Just the thought of you - never mind the fact that we have never seen each other before - gets my panties all wet," Jennifer said, playing along with the joke.

"See, I told you. Women around the world can't hear the name "Dean" without shuddering in orgasm," I said laughing myself at the conversation we were having.

Jennifer laughed again but finally said "So, why did you REALLY call?"

"I called to see if you need any accompaniment to the premiere of Heartbreakers next week," I replied, crossing my fingers under my desk that she would say yes.

"Hmm... I hadn't really thought about that. See, my agent is kind of a slacker and he forgot to remind me of the date of the premiere," Jennifer said, getting in her own personal jab at me. I took it in light fun. "But yea, since I am dateless right now, I'd love it if you came with me,"

"Sounds great. The premiere starts at 9 so I'll be there to get you at 7. Traffic and all...you know," I said.

And that brings me to where I am now. I had the driver of the company limo, Leonard, pick me up around 6 to allow time for the 45 minute drive up to Jennifer's Malibu house. Pulling up to the gate, Leonard parked out front and walked up to the buzzer. I had my window cracked and I watched him do this. The gate opened and Leonard walked up the driveway to Jennifer's home. I took the spare moment to give myself one last look in the mirror, gave my brown hair a quick comb and then sat back in my seat. Glancing out the window again, I saw Leonard walking down the driveway with Jennifer on his arm.

She was much shorter than I thought she would be, probably no more than 5'2. She was wearing a silky black dress with spaghetti straps over the shoulders. The dress stretched down to her mid calves. Her ample breasts were highly accentuated by the dress, and the cleavage she was sporting was unbelievable. Over her shoulder she carried a small black purse that looked to be made of the same material as her dress. As she got nearer to the car, she looked taller than she probably was because of the four inch high black shoes she was wearing.

Leonard seemed to be quite pleased with himself for escorting such a beautiful woman as Jennifer down her driveway, even if no one but me was there to see it. Leonard was one of the hangers-around from when I took over the business, a short older man, with gray and balding hair. He had that classic "well-aged and still semi attractive" look that can only be found out here in Hollywood. Still, he looked like a kid again as he smiled, opening the door for Jennifer as she got in the limo. Leonard hustled back to the drivers seat and we were off.

"Wow Jennifer, you look amazing," I said to her. Her auburn brown hair was up in a bun over her head and I couldn't help but notice how well she was fitted to play the role of Audrey Hepburn in that TV bio pic about a year ago. She blushed at my comment.

"Thanks. You must be Dean," she said, extending her hand. I took it in mine and shook it, feeling the texture of her manicured nails run over my palm when our handshake broke.

"I'm glad you're not a troll or anything. You are actually very handsome. I didn't know WHAT you would look like after only talking to you on the phone," Jennifer said, laughing a little as she said it. Now it was my turn to blush slightly.

"Thank you. I used to dress and eat like a pig back in college but since I moved out here, I have gotten in much better shape. I feel healthier too. Must be something in this California air," I replied, smiling.

"Yeah. The smog!" Jennifer said, and we both broke into laughter.

The rest of the car ride was a lot of fun. Jennifer and I carried on a really good conversation. I found talking to her was just like hanging out with an old friend, albeit a very beautiful and famous one.

Pulling into the long line of limos outside the Mann Chinese Theater where the premiere was being held, I knew it was showtime. Jennifer had already begun primping herself slightly in the mirror next to her. The car inched forward for a few minutes until we reached the entrance. A nicely dressed valet opened the door for us. Stepping out first, I was there to take Jennifer's hand as she got out of the car. I was momentarily blinded however, by the sudden barrage of flashes from the cavalcade of press standing behind the guard barriers, all striving to get that perfect shot of Jennifer as she walked down the red carpet. Jennifer took her time moving inside, stopping occasionally to pose for a picture. She was all smiles, waving and doing the typical Hollywood star thing for the press.

When we finally got inside, the theater was packed full of people. Most of them were the crew and producers of the film and their assorted wives, mistresses or girlfriends. I stayed close to Jennifer, lingering behind her and making chit chat with various people from the studios that I saw. Jennifer was doing the same, except for with the crew of the movie and the other stars. I saw her walk over to where Gene Hackman and Sigourney Weaver were standing. Figuring it would be a private conversation, I headed over to the bar outside the entrance to the theater and got Jennifer and myself a drink.

Walking over to where Jennifer was still standing talking, I handed her the drink.

"Sigourney, Gene, this is Dean Simonds, my agent," Jennifer said, taking my arm in her hand and introducing me.

Gene Hackman was much shorter than I thought he would be, but I was still amazed that I was standing in the capacity of one of the best actors around. We shook hands and he said "Nice to meet you Dean. You make sure you arrange some deal where Jennifer and I can work together again. She's such a blast to have on set," Gene said as he smiled politely. I knew that stars didn't like being seen by their agents mingling with other heads of an agency, so I told him I would try and turned my focus to Sigourney.

By contrast, she was very tall, much taller than I thought she would be. We shook hands and said hello, but she seemed to be preoccupied with something else and said "Excuse me, I've got to go finish mingling," and walked away. Gene took this as his cue to leave too, before patting me on the shoulder and walking off in the direction of Sigourney.

Alone again, Jennifer took me by the arm once more and we began making our way to the seats. Unlike what it appears to be on television for the Oscars, the theater was much smaller than I thought. It was already starting to get filled so we ended up having to take a seat in the middle of the theater floor. I sat down, but Jennifer remained standing, leaning this way and that as she shook hands or gave hugs to people she saw coming in. Leaning over me, her beautiful breasts, the object of lust for so many men and boys around the world, were just inches from my face. The smell of her perfume was almost arousing as her lush, tanned skin was so close to me. I longed to reach out and touch her, but knew that it would be all over the papers and that it would ruin my budding reputation.

After filling up the bottom floor, the studio head for MGM got on stage and said a few words. Since the film was a comedy, the crowd was pretty raucous and loud, but in a fun way. He left the stage after a few minutes and was replaced by a gigantic screen coming down from the rafters. The lights dimmed and the movie started playing. The first scene was really funny and the audience showed this, as the whole auditorium was filled with laughter. The movie continued and I settled in for what I hoped would be a good movie. If Hollywood liked it, that meant that the public would love it, and that would make Jennifer's bargaining in future projects go up.

About fifteen minutes into it though, Jennifer grew a little restless in her seat. I looked over to see what she was doing and saw that she was reaching into her purse. Pulling out a black towel, she carefully unfolded it and reached over to me, draping across my lap. Her arm had been resting next to mine on the arm rest up until now, but slowly she moved it away from mine, sliding it over to my leg so very carefully. The next thing I knew, her small hand was moving up my thigh and onto my crotch. The room suddenly seemed to get much hotter as her hand finally came to rest right on top of my dick. I could feel myself hardening slightly under her touch, but tried to control myself. And then she started unzipping my zipper.

"Jennifer, what are you doing?" I whispered to her. All she said in return was "Shhh..."

Showing my inexperience at events like these, I stupidly asked "Why aren't you watching the movie?"

Jennifer shot me a coy and a little angry look. I felt her hand start to move away, but then she thought better of it.

"Relax. I've already seen it. Bootleg off of the Internet," she said with a smile now. "Just relax and let me do the work,"

Her hand furthered it's exploration of my pants, and I felt it slip inside into my boxer shorts and make contact with my now hard cock. I tried to act like nothing was happening. Glancing over at the man next to me, he was too interested in the movie to even care about what was going on in the seat next to him.

Jennifer took my cock in her hand and slowly, so agonizingly slowly, pulled about 3/4 of it out of my pants. Then she began moving her hand up and down at a very slow pace. I think that if she had sped up, I would have moaned loudly and shot my wad all over her hand then and there, Hollywood be damned.

Jennifer's pace was a bit maddening, but it felt so good. I could feel her nails, only a few minutes before shaking the hands of some of Hollywood's elite, rubbing against my skin so lightly and delicately. She moved her thumb down on the downward strokes and teased and flicked my balls a little, causing me to shut my mouth as tight as I could to keep from groaning out.

I laid my head back on the seat and again tried to act naturally. Jennifer meanwhile had her other hand in her lap and seemed to be paying attention to the movie, occasionally glancing over at me as she rubbed and teased my cock head up and down. I felt her index finger run over the top of my slit and smear the precum all over the rest of the head. Her pace sped up a little after that, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming. Jennifer sensed it too, and her hand was now moving much faster than initially. I leaned forward slightly so that it wasn't too apparent that I was getting a fantastic hand job from one of Hollywood's hottest young stars. I closed my eyes and bucked my hips a little bit as I felt my hot cum rising from within my balls.

Jennifer acted quickly though, and leaned my dick forward. Aiming it at the handkerchief, I exploded in orgasm as my wad shot all over the inside of the cloth. I must have blown almost a gallon of cum, but the cloth was pretty thick and seemed to absorb it all. Feeling my cock soften, Jennifer moved the remaining dry portion of the handkerchief (what little there was) over my now deflated 9 inch cock and cleaned it off. Putting my cock back in my pants with her nimble hands, Jennifer carefully saved one big dollop of it on her finger. She reached over with her other hand and neatly folded the handkerchief up, it still soaking with my cum, and put it back in her purse. She zipped me back up carefully and slowly again, and then finally moved her hand away. Her finger still holding my cum, she casually moved the tip of it up to her mouth and sensually licked it clean. Her eyes shut as she enjoyed the taste of it, sticking her whole finger in her mouth and licking it clean.

Folding her hands neatly back in her lap, Jennifer focused her attention on the movie. I tried to act calm and normal for the rest of the show, but after what had just transpired, it was more than a little hard. I would look over at Jennifer occasionally, but she continued to stare straight ahead and I began to wonder almost if the whole thing really had happened.

The movie concluded an hour or so later and we got back into the limo. At first, neither of us said anything. I sure as hell wasn't going to say the first word about it, for fear that I may really have just had a fantasy about her while in the theater and I didn't want to completely embarrass myself about it.

Finally though, Jennifer spoke, quietly and a little indignantly.

"You know Dean, you could have said thank you," Jennifer said, the orange tint of the passing street lamps of the L.A. freeway a blur as we pulled away from the theater as she leaned her face against the cool leather of the inside interior of the limo, her face casting a disinterested stare.

I was stunned for a moment, but then regained my though process. "I'm sorry about that Jennifer. It just seemed so surreal. I have to admit that just two years ago when I was still in college, you were one of the women I masturbated to the most. I feel really weird telling you that, but I just want you to know that I did appreciate it. A lot," I said. I couldn't bring myself to look at her as I said this, partly out of shame but more from sheer embarrassment at doubting the sexual effort Jennifer had went to for me.

I glanced up to look at Jennifer's face. She was staring directly at me with her normally soft but now quite intense, brown eyes. She had her arms folded across her chest, beneath her shallowly moving up and down breasts. She had her back to the seat and her legs crossed, but I could see in the faint light that would enter the limo from the street lights that a smile was coming across her face.

"So then say it," Jennifer said devilishly. "Say 'Jennifer, I loved the hand job you gave me. It was the best.'" she said, smiling gleefully now, happy with her handiwork.

I wasn't going to lie about it, so I flat out said "Jennifer, I loved the hand job you gave me. It was the best I have ever had," I said as deadpan as possible. I was having real trouble reading where Jennifer was going with this, but she quickly gave me a hint.

When she realized I was done, her manner changed totally. She was back to the bubbling little girl that she had been when we first met, and now she laughed at the whole charade that had just gone on.

"That was classic Dean. Classic. I'm going to have to remember that one for in the future," Jennifer said with a huge smile that I couldn't help but feel almost warmed by. "Now, enough chat. We have 45 minutes till we get to my place. I want to use all those to the full advantage and get in a good, nasty fuck session,"

My jaw almost hit the floor of the limo, and it would have too if Jennifer hadn't already begun undressing. She had moved her hands up to her shoulders and made a huge scene of sliding the straps of her dress down to the very base of her breasts so that it just barely covered over her nipples. When she finally let it down, I was speechless. Her breasts, despite all the celebrity skin I had seen in the six months since I moved here, had to be the most gorgeous things I had ever seen. They were the perfect conical shape, not pointing outright from her chest but far from saggy. The natural shape of them let me know right away that, to steal a line from "Seinfeld", "they were real and, their spectacular". The nipples on both breasts were around the size of a half dollar. The areola and the base of the now erect nipple were a medium shade of brown, with the shade lightening up till it finally stopped at the end of her jutting out nipples. They looked so succulent and beautiful, and I hoped I would get to touch them soon.

Fixing my gaping mouth, I wasted no time in taking off my expensive Armani coat and the rest of my tuxedo and flinging them to the side, leaving me in just a pair of boxer shorts. Jennifer by this time was down to just her panties, a silky black pair made from the same material as her dress. They were thong underwear and when she moved her ass, I could see her beautiful ass cheeks, firm and tight. Her pussy was shaven around the edge of the underwear but I could smell her quite easily from across the limo. It must have been a while since she had had sex, and I was happy I was going to be fixing that. Her musk was not a bad scent by any means, but I think the excitement in not having had sex in a while made it even the more strong.

Being relatively short, Jennifer barely had to duck as she walked across the limo over to me. I looked behind her and saw that the window between us and Leonard was still open. He had a pair of headphones on, but I didn't want to take any risks and shut the window. With the window closed, I flicked on the lights in the back of the car. The floor was illuminated with miniature little lights, each of which gave out a whitish-yellow glow on to everything in the car, especially Jennifer's pale white skin. She looked almost heavenly in that light, as she sat down up lap.

I had my legs closed, so Jennifer spread hers out on top of mine. Her cute little feet dangled there as she began to move herself back and forth on my lap with her hips. I could feel her pubic bone, and more importantly her clit, rubbing against my already rock-hard dick through my boxer shorts. It was straining to get out, and finally I reached down and released it. Jennifer gasped a little when she saw my 9 inch monster (not really realizing the true size of it in the theater I assumed), but her gasp became lust as she reached down with her hands and pulled my boxers off completely.

Jennifer began to rub her wet, hot cunt lips up and down on my shaft now, stroking and sliding along it back and forth. She balanced herself by pushing down on my thighs for support. The feel of her wet womanhood and the smell of her arousal and the sweat of our bodies inside such a confined space was absolutely incredible. Nothing could beat it.

Well, almost nothing. While Jennifer slid up and down on my lap and was gyrating her hips on top of me in a teasing method, I was doing a little teasing of my own. With my hands shaking as I did it, I placed one hand tentatively on her left breast. Jennifer sighed as I did this but was totally enjoying it. Her breast was so warm and soft. The skin and texture of it was incredible. I gently began moving my hand over her nipple back and forth, usually taking the alternate motion to her rubbing and grinding on my leg. Taking her nipple in my fingers, I began to squeeze and pull and stretch it out. Jennifer's breasts were incredibly sensitive, because as I did this, I felt her pussy gush cum out onto my lap. Encouraged, I moved my other hand to her breast and began repeating the process. Soon, Jennifer Love Hewitt was sliding back and forth on top of my cock, arching and snaking her back as I played with her breasts.

I knew that postponing my entry into her would make it even more desirable, so I decided to enjoy her breasts even more. Leaning my mouth down to her right nipple, I took it in my teeth as I began to flick my tongue all around it. Jennifer moaned and cried out loudly as I did this. My tongue was like a nimble snake, running across the surface of her breast at a furious pace, teasing and pleasuring her. Jennifer by now was holding the other breast in her hand and squeezing it gently. Her once nicely arranged hair was now a total mess, hanging down over the naked shoulders. I would occasionally feel it brush against my leg when she would thrust her head back in an especially enjoyable moment.

This could have went on forever as far as I was concerned, but I knew that we would get to her place soon, so I decided to take it to the next level. Taking my cock in hand, I slid Jennifer further down onto my thighs and rubbed the head of my dick against her entrance. I wanted to get it nice and lubricated because I knew that her young pussy would be incredibly tight.

Grabbing Jennifer by her small, soft ass, I lifted her up and scooted her towards me. With my dick still in one hand, I bent it up forward a little. Jennifer's hips acted alone and shifted angles so that our two sexes met at the same time. For a split second, it created a triangle of sorts there in the air; my rock hard, blood engorged cock touching lightly upon her golden brown, soft cunt. But it was fleeting and then I was inside of her, her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips and pubic bone resting against mine.

Jennifer had her eyes closed and was savoring taking in all nine inches at once (in one thrust even!). I meanwhile was lost in the absolute heaven of the inner walls of her pussy. Soft and comforting, I again felt that I would never leave them if I didn't have to. She was incredibly wet, so much so that she was dripping on the outside of her cunt, the juices running down my legs. And the heat was just as comforting as her tightness though, and seemed to radiate so much energy from within that when I would push and pull in and out her, the sexual energy from her would be passed on to me and I would have the renewed vigor and strength of a teenage kid again.

I wasted no time hammering into her, and this seemed to suite Jennifer fine. Holding onto her hips, I slammed her up and down on top of my cock as she bounced up and down on my lap, the car filled with the sound of flesh on flesh and musk of sexual excitement. Jennifer had to bend her head a little to keep from smacking into the roof of the car every time I would thrust into her harder and harder. She didn't seem to mind though: her eyes were still closed as she sat there, occasionally moaning out loudly or using her hands to tweak her nipples or play with my chest.

The excitement from earlier in the night got me excited again very quickly, and I felt my orgasm fast approaching. Not wanting to cum before Jennifer did, I reached my hand down and began to play with her tiny little clit, rubbing it in my fingers back and forth. Using the rest of my hand, I would guide it into her finger by finger, feeling my own dick rubbing against my hand.

This was more than enough for Jennifer, and the resulting friction from my hand and my cock were enough to send her into a screeching, high pitched orgasm that seemed to go on for at least 15 seconds of pure bliss for her. At some point during that scream, I let loose all the cum I had been building in my balls, lining the inside of Jennifer's cunt with my sticky white cum. We continued to fuck for a little bit longer and though my cock was still hard, it was Jennifer who slid off of me.

I thought she was done and was going to get dressed, but Jennifer surprised me. Getting on all fours, she reached around pried her ass cheeks apart, exposing her cute little butthole and her semi-hairy pussy just a few inches below.

"Take your pick," Jennifer said naughtily. As bad as it sounds, I was torn about which one to go with. Finally, I headed for new turf and slid my cock head up to her puckered (but loosening) asshole. I felt Jennifer's muscles involuntarily contract when our skin touched, but she immediately relaxed them.

My cock still sticky from being inside of Jennifer a few minutes earlier, I used the lubrication from it to slowly begin working my way into her. Her asshole was almost too tight and I knew that she wasn't very experienced in anal sex. Still, she did her best and relaxed as best as she could. Looking down, I saw her face shoved into the floor of the limo. She had a pained expression on her face, but it was the sort of look you get when you get a shot in the arm: you know it's going to hurt, but then it will be over real soon.

Wanting to make things easier for her, I used my other hand that wasn't helping to wiggle my hard cock up her ass to stroke and play with her pussy. The sensation didn't seem to be doing much for her, but the more I kept at it, the more Jennifer began to like it. Trying to get more of my hand in her pussy, Jennifer began rocking back and forth on her knees, thus helping my cock gain some momentum and finally slide all the way into her.

I eased up on the pussy rubbing to let Jennifer realize that I was all the way in her before I began fucking her up the ass. She seemed to pause for a second, but then took my hand that was resting on her pussy and began to slide it back and forth on her cunt once again. I let her lead my hand and do all the work while I concentrated instead on fucking her ass.

My pace was slower than when I fucked her tight cunt. This time, I was pulling in and out of her in long, slow strokes. It was agonizing, especially after how rapidly I had fucked her and cum inside of her pussy, but the sensation of doing it nice and slow was incredible. It was almost like I could feel every nerve in my body, and if I could, they were all in intense pleasure and enjoyment.

Glancing out the window to the dark night outside, I realized just how close we were to Jennifer's home. I had probably five minutes till we arrived and got busted by Leonard. Still wanting to enjoy being inside of her ass, I began to slide in and out of her more fully this time, making each inward thrust all the more pleasurable, but also quicker and more of a time saver. Not knowing if this was going to be my last time having sex with Jennifer though, I gave up the anal sex after just a few more thrusts. I had other things in mind.

"Lay down Jennifer," I said to her. I think she knew what was coming next and she did it immediately.

Positioning my cock between her two beautiful breasts, I took them in my hands and began to squeeze and knead them around my cock. My hips were slowly starting to thrust back and forth between her breasts, as I rubbed her tits against my long shaft. Jennifer had reached her hands up and was playing with my ass, occasionally sticking a finger into it for encouragement. I wasn't used to this, and though it felt nice, it made my thrusts between her breasts speed up. I was now going at them furiously after just a minute or two of starting out so softly. Jennifer's body rocked back and forth on the floor of the limo. Anyone passing outside probably would have seen the car rocking back and forth as it moved down the road and I couldn't help but wonder if Leonard had any idea what we were doing.

Jennifer's hair was spread out all over the limo floor and was sliding back and forth as we went around curves in the road. I knew that I didn't have much longer, so I pulled my dick (unwillingly mind you) from her breasts and began jacking off right by her mouth. Proving to be the little minx slut she was, Jennifer had her mouth open and waiting for my cum to shoot out and land on her extended tongue. When my orgasm came seconds later though, I used the opportunity to aim it upwards and shoot my wad all over Jennifer's face. I don't know why I did it, but Jennifer certainly wasn't complaining.

Jennifer must have had a sixth sense for dick, because even though she couldn't see, her mouth knew right away where my dick was and took to sucking it right away. Cleaning it off, I sighed a breath of relief. Reaching into her purse, I pulled out that same handkerchief again and used it to clean the cum off of Jennifer's face. She smiled sexily at me as I did this, and I made sure that a little bit of my spunk slid down her cheeks and onto her breasts "accidentally". It was an image I knew I would never forget.

After wiping off Jennifer's face, I guessed that we had three minutes or so to get dressed. Acting quickly, I helped Jennifer get back into her dress and panties and tried to fix her hair so that it at least didn't look as bad as it had when she lay there on the floor getting fucked long and hard by me. Jennifer also helped me fix my suit and tie and made sure I didn't have any of her juices still sticking to my legs that would make my pants appear to have wet spots in them.

We made it just in the nick of time. As I was retying my shoe, the car came to a stop and Leonard got out and opened the door. Jennifer stepped out but stood by the door to talk to me.

"Dean, would you like to come in for a while? I can drive you home later," Jennifer said sweetly.

The truth was, I really couldn't go in that night. The next day I had to fly out to New York for a meeting with NBC about Jennifer Aniston's contract. So if I stayed up all night fucking Jennifer Love Hewitt, I might not make my flight in time and thus "fuck over" a client in the process.

"I'm sorry Jennifer. This sounds really bad but I have a plane I have to catch in the morning. I'm sorry," I said, trying to sound as humble and apologetic as I could.

Jennifer looked upset for just a moment, but then she got that sexual gleam in her eyes again.

"That's alright. I'm sure Leonard would LOVE to come in for a cup of coffee or, you know, whatever," Jennifer said mischievously, wrapping her arm around Leonard's waist and pulling him close to her.

I looked at Leonard and swear I had never seen greater happiness on a man's face. Even though I knew Leonard was married and had two or three kids, I don't think God himself could stop him from walking up that driveway.

"Of course I would. It would be my pleasure," Leonard said. It was obvious he was using his classic charm and flirting skills and that Jennifer was to some extent falling for it.

I took this as my cue to leave. I stepped out of the car as well. Leonard dropped the keys in my hand and then the two walked up to Jennifer's house, arms still around each other. Jennifer looked back at me and smiled, giving me a slight wave. I couldn't help but laugh when Leonard looked back and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up, right before the two disappeared around a curve in the road.

Happy with the way things had went that night, I drove back to my house and collapsed in bed, sleeping like a baby.

[Carnage Jackson]

Chapter 12: Jennifer Aniston

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Struggling to reach over and grab the phone, I almost fell out of bed as the phone startled me awake. Glancing at the clock through sleepy eyes, I saw that it was 6 AM. Way too fucking early.

"Hhhello?" I managed to croak into the phone as I tiredly lifted it to my ear. I was greeted by an overwhelmingly enthusiastic voice on the other end.

"Dean! What's happening baby! How's my favorite half-brother!" the voice said.

"Jacob, I'm your only fucking half-brother," I replied hoarsely.

Jacob was the illegitimate child of my father's, who came along a few years after I was born. Apparently my father Martin had kept Jacob a secret from my mother and I, sending money from his job as a bank manager (this was before he walked out on us and started the Hollywood firm I now manage) to Jacob's mother. When my father disappeared and the money did as well, Jacob's mother called our house repeatedly until my mother got so frustrated and got the whole story out of her.

Growing up, Jacob was always like that cousin you always meant to get together with but never could find the time, for whatever reason. He was about 3 inches shorter than me when I last saw him 3 years ago, but he and I certainly shared the same eyes that my father (and his) had passed along to us. My guess now was that Jacob was right out of high school and calling his "favorite" half-brother to try and weasel something out of me, since I inherited everything. We always seemed to get along all right, but didn't really have too much in common.

"I heard you were going to be in New York next week, I thought we could get together. I didn't wake you up did I? It's 9 AM by my watch," Jacob said. It sounded like he was on a street corner somewhere and there was way too much noise. I was also a little pissed because he had obviously called my office and gotten out of Julie, my assistant, that I was going to New York soon for a photo shoot featuring Jennifer Aniston for the next issue of "Entertainment Weekly".

"Jacob, time difference," I muttered. "9 AM there, 6 AM here, remember?"

"Oh shit! Sorry about that bro. But hey, after we hang up, go back to sleep, ok?" Jacob said apologetically.

"Thanks, I planned to do that," I replied sardonically. "Now what is it that you wanted?"

"Oh right. Well, I heard you were going to be going to a photo shoot with Jennifer Aniston next week because you represent her or something and, well, I'm a huge fucking fan. All us New Yorkers are. So how bout it? We meet for lunch, I show you my place and then you let me tag along. Shit, you can call me your kid brother if you want, and I promise I will be good. Cool?" Jacob said in a hurried breath. It had been a while since I had been back to New York City and I had forgotten how frantic everyone seemed to talk there.

"Sure, whatever. I could use someone to pick me up at the airport. Call Julie back and get the flight number and information from her. And I want your solemn promise right now that you will do as I say and keep your mouth shut when we are around the talent," I said.

"Really? WOW! Thanks Dean! I owe you big time. I guess I'll see you next week then, huh bro?" Jacob said, the enthusiasm in his voice almost overwhelming.

"Yep. See you then," I said, hanging up the phone and falling back to sleep.

A week later and sure enough, Jacob was there waiting for me at the airport. He hadn't changed too much since I last saw him. He was still around the same height, although much bigger. I think I vaguely remembering hearing about how he had been a star tailback for his high school football team. He looked it too. I think I am in pretty good shape, but Jacob's arms were massive, almost twice as big around as mine were, and I have to admit I felt a little intimidated. However, it was all for naught because when Jacob saw me, he gave me a massive hug and took my bags from my hands.

"Welcome to New York City," Jacob said with a broad smile. "The city that never bathes...I mean sleeps," he grinned.

"Thanks. I don't have any other luggage so let's just go back to your place now, alright?" I said.

Walking outside to the parking lot at LaGuardia airport, the weather was surprisingly warm and nice. Being April, the city had just started to lose some of that winter chill, although it wasn't into the scorching New York summertime yet. I was also amazed at how clean the air in the city seemed to be. When I had been there last was the pre-Guilani period and I guess he had done a pretty good job of cleaning up the pollution.

Another surprise came when we got to Jacob's car. It was a souped up Porsche 911, all black with crystal clear headlights, and a red stripe that faded down the side. He could tell my look of surprise:

"Graduation gift from my mom. You didn't get EVERYTHING when the old man croaked you know," he said, winking.

We got in the car and headed uptown. He lived just outside Greenwich Village, in a building that looked to be recently renovated. We pulled into the parking garage and headed inside. All and all, not too bad a lifestyle for someone just 18 years old.

Inside his 3 bedroom apartment, it looked like the typical teenagers room though. He lived alone, but probably kept the house in more disrepair than 4 people living there would. He made no qualms about apologizing for the shape of his house, and I made no comments about it. I too was like this once...except I really WAS poor.

Jacob got us both a beer from the fridge and we sat down to talk.

"So, when will I have a chance to meet the lovely Mrs. Aniston?" Jacob said, that sly grin never leaving his face.

"Tomorrow. I'm heading over to Entertainment Weekly's head office downtown around noon for lunch with the editor of the spread they are doing on her. Then, around 4 or so, Jennifer is getting there for her photo shoot. Because I'm sure you have no interest in the business end of this thing, I'll give you the address where they are located and you can meet me there around 3:30. The only catch to all this is that you will have to be my chauffer around town tomorrow and take me to the airport the next day as well," I told him.

"That won't be a problem. I'm not starting classes till the fall, and since all I do anyways is stay out late partying and sleeping in till 2 in the afternoon, it's not like I will be missing anything," Jacob replied. "Speaking of which, up for a night on the town tonight? I can show you all the best spots in NYC and I promise we will have a good time. That is, if you are not too old," he said with a laugh.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Too old? Boy, you don't know the first thing about partying when you are with me. Remember, I'm from LA," I said with a grin.

We went out that night and Jacob was right, I did have a really good time. But since I had to get up and work the next day, I didn't want to be hung over, so I drank very little. Jacob on the other hand got quite trashed and I ended up having to drive him (and the little blonde hottie he picked up named Alicia) back to the apartment. As soon as we were in the door, Jacob took Alicia to his room and made a weak hand motion that I took to imply "You can sleep in one of the other rooms". His mouth and other hand were too pre-occupied roaming all over Alicia's body.

I grabbed a soda from the fridge and sat down to watch Conan, as I remembered that Penelope Cruz was going to be on. I had developed an affinity for her recently after seeing a test screening of "Blow" and made a mental note to myself to check to see who her representation was when I got back to LA.

But my television watching was cut short, as just a few minutes after I sat down, I started hearing moans coming from Jacob's bedroom. I turned the TV up loud to try and drown them out, but it was no use: Alicia's moans and screams kept getting louder. When I had the television turned up all the way, and could still hear them, the moans subsided just for a moment so that Jacob could have the audacity to yell at me: "Turn the TV down! You trying to blow out the goddamn speakers?"

Throwing my hands in the air in exasperation, I turned off the TV, finished my soda and went to the bedroom. With the door shut and everything else quiet, I finally fell asleep, mainly from being tired from the flight.

The next morning when I woke up around 10:30, Alicia was gone and Jacob was at the table wearing the same clothes he had worn yesterday, minus his pants (although he did have boxers on), eating a bowl of cereal. He looked a little hung over, but I knew he would shake it off. I joined him and we talked a little over breakfast, but since it was 11:00, I had to go get in the shower and get ready. I hate being late for a client.

Jacob dropped me off at 12:05 in a rush, after I chewed him out the entire way there about how I hated being late. I left in a huff but straightened myself up for my meeting. The meeting and lunch went well, and I got a tour of Entertainment Weekly's offices for an hour or so, making small talk with the photography editor and the writers for a little while.

Glancing at my watch it was about 3:40 so I excused myself for a moment and went down in the lobby to meet Jacob. I was shocked by how he was dressed. Wearing a pair of polished black shoes, black slacks and a light blue shirt with a black sports coat over it, he looked nothing like the grungy kid that dropped me off in a t-shirt, boxer shorts and sandals this morning. He even had shaved off the scraggly beard he had been growing and his hair wasn't a total mess like I figured it would be (truthfully, I wasn't sure WHAT to expect when he showed up). Very impressive, he almost put me in my white collared shirt and navy blue pants to shame. Almost.

As we got in the elevator, I drilled him again on how to behave. He wasn't to talk unless spoken to, not to touch or stare and generally just act like a walking mannequin while he was there. Jacob nodded to all this solemnly, but I couldn't tell if he was patronizing me or was being sincere. The elevator dinged on the 5th floor and the doors began to open. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out.

Walking down the hall, we found the studio where the photo shoot was going to be. There was an assistant at the door, but she just smiled at us and waved us in. The room was quite large, bigger than I thought it would be. In the center was a white backdrop, with a small table and a few other items. On the ground was a dark blue crushed velvet sheet, that filled in the whole space. A portion of it was balled up, so I figured that it would play somewhat of a role in the photos.

Looking around, I didn't see Jennifer anywhere. However, to my surprise, Lisa Kudrow was standing around talking with a few of the people. I walked up to her and Jacob followed right behind me, quiet as a mouse. I think he was star struck.

"Lisa! What are you doing here!" I said, extending my hand as I walked over to her. She shook it and gave me a hug.

"Dean, how are you? Jennifer and I just finished shooting an episode earlier this afternoon and since I didn't have anything to do, I decided to come along. Jennifer is in makeup, changing into her outfit for the shoot. I think the better question might be why are YOU out here?" Lisa replied. We had gotten to know each other fairly well when the cast of Friends had been out once or twice to LA for a taping or something else related to the show. I had thought about luring her away from her agency, but Julie had told me not to bother because Lisa had a deep friendship with her current agent.

"I'm doing great. I came out here to see the shoot and work with her on maybe some more movie roles, and more or less for a visit to the Big City," I said.

"Excellent. And uhh, who is your friend?" Lisa said, pointing over my shoulder to Jacob, who had stayed where he was when we walked in.

I looked over at him and motioned for him to come over. "Lisa, this is my half-brother Jacob. He lives here in New York so I thought I would spend some time with him while I was here. He let me stay at his place uptown. I know he seems a little quiet, but he says he is a really big fan of the show," I said, pulling Jacob towards me and introducing him to Lisa. Jacob seemed in a daze.

"Hhhhi Mrs. Kudrow," Jacob said with a shaky voice. His arm was shaking as he offered it to her. Lisa shook it vigorously. They were both about the same height, but Jacob's massive size seemed to dwarf Lisa, as was evident when his hand virtually covered hers during their handshake.

"Lisa, please. Just don't call me Phoebe," Lisa said, laughing.

Jacob laughed tentatively and smiled at her. "Ok, Lisa. Dean was really nice for letting me come along to see the shoot. I never imagined you would be here. I just wanted to say though since you are the most famous person I have ever met and will probably ever meet, that I am a HUGE fan of the show. All of my friends watch it too," Jacob said, his voice much more stable now.

"That's great. We need all the viewers we can get, what with Survivor and all the bimbos on that show stealing away our ratings share. Especially that girl Elisabeth. Where do they find toothpicks like her?" Lisa said in a half joking way.

I was about to say something when Jennifer walked out. Wearing a black midriff tank top and obviously no bra (it was pretty cold in the room), for her nipples poked against the fabric of her shirt. She was also wearing a pair of vinyl hot pants, and every guy in the room couldn't help but stare at her as she walked in. Her brown hair seemed to blow in it's own wind as she walked in, and it was all tousled in different ways. Anything to avoid that "Rachel" hairstyle that was so popular when Friends first came on.

Jennifer saw me and ran over. We hugged and I basically gave her and Jacob the same introduction I had given with Lisa. Jacob seemed to be much more at ease now, very comfortable around the two beautiful celebs. Still, he seemed sort of awestruck by the whole thing. We didn't get to talk long, because the photographer was anxious to get the shoot started before it got too late in the day.

Very professional and knowing exactly what to do, Jennifer wasted no time posing for the photographer. She seemed very much at ease, and looked to be having a lot of fun. Lisa, Jacob and myself just watched from afar, with Lisa making the occasional joke about Jennifer that caused both of us to laugh and Jennifer to give us a disapproving glare. Gradually though, the poses Jennifer were doing got sexier and sexier, and the spaghetti straps on the midriff seemed to slide down her arm more and more with every shot. I glanced over at Jacob and saw that he was breathing very shallowly, and I knew that he would very soon have a bulge in the front of his pants. I could tell that he was trying to hide it by shifting his position and adjusting the belt on his pants.

Lisa picked up on this too, but she reacted in a different way. We were standing sort of off where the shoot was taking place so that only someone looking would be able to see us. Reaching down her hand slowly, acting as if she had no idea what she was doing, Lisa slowly slid her hand down Jacob's hip and thigh and let it rest on his growing bulge. I was watching all of this out of the corner of my eye, and I could have sworn that Lisa squeezed him gently at least once.

Jacob was either scared or excited or just plain confused, because he stood there like a slack-jawed idiot and gasped rather loudly when Lisa touched him. She made no effort to move her hand, instead just keeping it resting there on his manhood. At first I had thought about looking over at Lisa and signaling for her to stop, but I knew that would be no help to any of us. Lisa and Jacob were both horny and nothing I could say would get them to stop (never mind the fact that Lisa was married).

Just when things seemed to be heating up in the whole place, the shoot was over. Jennifer walked quickly back to the dressing room, but motioned for me to follow her. I took a step forward and turned around to look at Jacob and Lisa. Lisa just smiled at me and wrapped her other arm around Jacob's chest, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, we will be fine. Go see what Jen wants," Lisa said. Jacob just stared vacantly ahead and nodded.

I shook my head and walked away to follow Jennifer.

Knocking on the door to her dressing room, I could hear her voice say "Just a minute"

I shifted on my feet and tried to put on my business face, but what Lisa and Jacob might be up to was at the forefront of my mind.

Opening the door with cigarette in hand, Jennifer smiled exuberantly when she saw me and wrapped her arms around me. I personally detested most smokers, but many of the celebs I had seen smoking a cigarette, they had made it look so damned sexy. Jennifer was no exception. No wonder the cancer sticks had held such a smooth image for so long.

Walking into the dressing room, Jennifer had changed and showered, her hair up in a white towel and her lovely body wrapped in a pink kimono. The whole room smelled like smoke and I saw an ashtray filled with cigarette butts on the table. Finishing her cigarette with a long, slow drag, Jennifer looked at me and said:

"What the hell was Lisa doing out there? I looked over and she had her hand on your brother's crotch! Is there something you are not telling me?" Jennifer said with a frown on her face.

"I was wondering the same thing!" I said. I was just as surprised as Jennifer was, especially since she didn't know anymore than I did.

"She's acted like this before. Once I accidentally walked in on her and one of the stage hands while we were filming. There were literally 200 people nearby and she decided she HAD to get fucked then and there. More guts than I would ever have," Jennifer said.

"But you know..." Jennifer continued with a devilish smile "I couldn't help but get a little turned on watching her. I leaked a little pussy juice down my leg watching them, that's why I had to take a shower,"

I couldn't believe how frankly she was talking to me about her sexuality. I was torn between telling her that I too was getting aroused but more by her than by what Jacob and Lisa were doing. Still trying to hold restraint over myself, I played off the comment by clearing my throat.

"So uhh...speaking of romance, how are things with Brad?" I said.

Jennifer gave me a sarcastic look, obviously seeing through my weak attempt at changing the subject.

"Brad and I are fine marriage wise Dean, thank you for asking," Jennifer said. "But I have to tell you, he just doesn't satisfy me sexually. His cock is only 5 inches! I thought I would get used to it after a while, but a girl just needs a good rutting every now and then. Don't you think?" Jennifer said sultrily. She had been walking towards me as she said this, and now I was back against a wall, fighting every urge not to just go for her. It's one thing to go after a young, single celeb but a married one is a whole new ball game ESPECIALLY when the husband was an international star.

Jennifer's face was now just an inch from mine, and I could feel her warmth breath on my lips.

"You know who had a big cock though? Your father. Damn I miss him, and his meat," Jennifer said, her light blue eyes staring into mine. I was still reeling from the dirty talk she was giving as I tried to decide how far I was going to let this thing going. "Let's see how his son measures up. I've wanted to do this since I first saw you at your father's funeral,"

Jennifer reached her hand down to my zipper and took it between her fingers. But she paused. Holding my zipper in her hand like that was torment enough, but her body and her breasts, straining against her pink kimono were pressing against my chest and I could feel her hard nipples jutting into my chest. I was in shear agony at this point and the moment I was going to lift my hands up and grab her and kiss her deeply, Jennifer stepped away, a confused and hurt look on her face.

"What the hell am I doing? I can't get involved with you Dean, I'm married!" Jennifer said to herself, covering her face with her hands. Jennifer looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry Dean, I led you on! I shouldn't have done that. Can you forgive me?"

I wasn't sure what to think. I was just a few seconds away from grabbing her and making love to her and yet now it wasn't going to happen, like the whole idea had disappeared into thin air. I had to act professional so I said "Don't worry about it. You got caught up in the heat of the moment. I forgive you,"

Jennifer smiled and looked relieved. She gave me a hug and whispered "Thank you" in my ear.

I was relieved that she wasn't too upset, but still a little shaken at how turned on I had become.

"Come on Jennifer. Clean yourself up and meet me and Lisa outside. Let's all go get dinner," I said.

Jennifer nodded and then turned around and walked over to the couch to get her clothes on. I took that as my cue to leave, and walked outside to find Lisa and Jacob.

The set had emptied out, and other than a janitor sweeping up, there was no one around and the room had gotten pretty dark. I scanned around, trying to find Jacob & Lisa. Then, I heard subtle moans coming from way off in a corner, which sounded like it was coming from behind the backdrop for the photo shoot.

Tiptoeing over there, a part of me already knew who it would be and what was going on. I snuck as quietly behind the backdrop as I could and peeked around the corner to look.

Lisa was on her knees and had pulled her hands up to her breasts so that it looked almost as if she was in the fetal position. Jacob was sitting on the floor with his legs spread out around Lisa, with his pants at his ankles. Lisa's head was bobbing up and down on top of Jacob's lap, and the distinct sucking noise that could only be a killer blowjob could be heard. I heard Jacob moan softly, a deep, throaty moan. Lisa's long blond hair was over her shoulder and I had a great view of her cheeks bulging in and out as she sucked and licked up and down Jacob's cock. Jacob reached his hand over her shoulder and began to fondle Lisa's ass, running his finger along the cleft of her crack. This caused Lisa to moan in pleasure softly as her mouth remained busy on top of his cock. After being teased all afternoon by Jennifer, I quite easily got an erection again, and I began to slowly stroke myself through my pants, keeping pace with Lisa's bobbing head.

Jacob must have been extremely close to orgasm when I began my voyeuristic little peek, because now his hand moved from Lisa's ass up to her head as he guided her up and down and side to side over his cock. Lisa sucked with all her might as Jacob began to buck his hips up and down, slamming his cock further and further down Lisa's throat. With a stifled grunt, Jacob threw his head back and unleashed his load deep into Lisa's mouth. Lisa swallowed what she could like a champ, but I saw a sizeable gob leak out the corner of her mouth and land with a splat onto Jacob's leg.

I felt myself about to shoot my own load into my pants, when suddenly I felt a tap on the shoulder and heard Jennifer say "Dean? What are you doing?"

My hand froze and I turned around with what had to be a wild-eyed look on my face, like a kid who was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. My hardon was painfully visible through my pants, but I straightened up and hoped Jennifer didn't notice.

"I was uhh...just looking for Jacob & Lisa. I thought they were back there maybe," I lied. I heard rustling of clothes and Jacob zipping up his pants from behind the backdrop, and then I heard footsteps as the two ran from behind out the other side of it.

Jennifer gave me a disbelieving look, but it must have not mattered that much to her because her face shifted to a smile and said "Well, alright. Let's just go find them,"

We walked about 10 feet when suddenly Jacob came running up right in front of us, out of breath, his hair a sweaty mess.

"Sorry about that, we were just looking around this place while we waited on you Jennifer," Jacob said with a smile.

Lisa came running up behind him, giggling like a schoolgirl. There was still a little bit of cum on her cheek and I made as subtle a motion as possible towards her to wipe it off. At first she gave me a puzzled look, but then quickly caught on and rubbed her face with her right hand.

My gesturing had caught Jennifer's attention but when she spun around to look at me, I was all smiles and played off the hand signal I was giving by running my hand through my hair.

"Well, here they are," I said.

Jennifer seemed satisfied that we had found them so we all headed out of the building. Getting into two cars, Lisa and Jacob in his 911 and me and Jennifer in her Expedition, we agreed to meet at an exclusive, private restaurant where we could eat dinner in peace away from fans of the two ladies.

We arrived at the Silver Bell, an upscale New York variety restaurant at roughly the same time. Getting out of the car, it was now Lisa whose face was sweaty and her hair all messy. I could only guess what went on in the car on the 30-minute drive over there. Jacob just gave me a sly grin and we walked in to the restaurant.

Taking a booth in the back with a big, heavy curtain pulled around our booth, we had total privacy, except for the occasional waiter. Jacob and Lisa sat extremely close to one another in the rounded booth while Jennifer and I sat a sizeable distance from each other. I think she was still freaked out about what had happened in the dressing room.

The waiter came and took our order and we all sat there talking quietly. Well, Jennifer and I were talking quietly; the conversation was occasionally interrupted by Lisa jumping up in a start as she giggled, while Jacob sat there laughing and grinning. When I "accidentally" dropped my fork on the floor and bent down to pick it up, I saw that Lisa's legs were spread and the dress she was wearing was up around her hips. Jacob's hand was busily teasing around her pussy, occasionally slipping a finger into her, which is what I guess caused her to jump and squirm so much. The two of them were like teenage lovers, exploring sex for the first time and loving every minute of what they were learning.

Things calmed down when dinner arrived. The food in New York I had found to be edible, but everything just tasted too salty by my "refined" California tastes. When we had all finished and the waiter brought us our check and some coffee, I thought the night was just about over. Boy was I wrong.

Jennifer excused herself to go to the bathroom, saying she would be right back. This left me with the two lovebirds. The conversation quickly died down and we sat there in silence. Not ashamed at what he had been doing all afternoon, Jacob leaned over and kissed Lisa's neck lightly. Lisa closed her eyes and exhaled softly as Jacob's kisses moved further up her neck to her cheek and finally her lips. The two became passionate with each other, as Jacob pulled Lisa closer to him and in fact on top of his lap, while they kissed and made out like the world was ending.

Jacob got braver and moved his hand up to Lisa's breast, fondling and moving it all around in his massive sized hands. Lisa was moaning quiet loudly now, and used her free hand to slide the top of her dress off and expose her large breasts to the air. Her nipples were very large and pointed out straight from her tits. Her breasts showed no sign of sag and although they were a little pale from not being out in the sun all winter, they were quite marvelous.

The two showed no interest what so ever in me being there, and it was in fact like I was invisible. At first I had looked down at the table, playing with my spoon in my coffee, but now I couldn't resist the urge to watch now, especially since they didn't seem to mind.

Lisa and Jacob were getting very hot and heavy now, as I saw that Lisa was rocking back and forth on Jacob's lap, her dress now only covering her midsection. Jacob, as I said, is a really strong man for his size and he seemed to be swinging Lisa around almost like a rag doll, making her body conform to whatever position he wanted. The table was now shaking back and forth and thankfully, most of the silverware had been taken away. Otherwise, god knows who would have walked in and seen this spectacle.

Deciding that now was the chance for me to finally get my rocks off, I unzipped my pants and slid them down and began stroking hard and fast. Watching them right in front of me was all the more appealing and I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my wad all over my hand and probably some onto the table as well. What did it for me was when Lisa, in the throes of passion from the fucking my half-brother was giving her looked over and gave me a lustful smile, I blew my load. It erupted from me all over my hand and some actually splattered onto the table cloth, dripping down and landing on the floor.

Relieved that I finally had gotten some satisfaction, albeit by my own hand, my relief turned to sheer fear when I realized that Jennifer had come in and seen probably the whole thing. None of us had noticed her arrival, which thankfully had been silent and quick, as the curtains were closed behind her, not allowing anyone else to see what was going on.

Jennifer stood there with a look of shock on her face, her jaw hanging half open as she looked at the spectacle before her. Lisa, all but naked, riding slowly back and forth on top of Jacob's lap and me with a handful of sticky goo that had splattered out onto the table where Jennifer had been eating just a few minutes earlier.

Lisa and Jacob had just noticed Jennifer's arrival, when Lisa opened her eyes, looked up and saw her co-star there staring at them. Lisa's face was one of sheer terror. Jacob finally saw the shock on Lisa's face and turned around to see Jennifer looking him straight in the eyes. His face became a look of sheer white terror as we all sat there in silence.

I wasn't sure what to do but I knew I had to say something. Grabbing a napkin and wiping my softening dick off, all I could muster was "Jennifer, we can explain,"

Jennifer still stood there looking at all of us. I wasn't sure what exactly what was going to happen next. Jennifer surprised us all by breaking into a huge grin and saying "You know what, fuck Brad. I'm sure he's fucking some skank out there in Australia now any ways. I'm just mad all of you didn't wait for me,"

Jennifer dove into the booth next to me and the next thing I knew, her hands and body were all over mine as I lay down on the seat cushion. Like Lisa, Jennifer had been wearing a dress, although hers was a light blue color as opposed to Lisa's beige. It didn't matter now though, because both girls dresses were on the floor. Lisa was totally naked as she and Jacob continued to fuck like rabbits. Jennifer was now on top of my lap wearing just a baby blue bra that matched her dress and a pair of plain white cotton panties with a little red rose on the top near the waistline.

Jennifer's bra held in her massive breasts, but not very well as I could see the edge of her erect nipples sticking out over the side of the cups. Reaching around behind her back, Jennifer unclasped her bra and let it fall to my chest. Seeing her breasts up close and personal, I stand corrected in originally thinking Lisa had the better set. Jennifer ran her hands along my shirt, reaching up to the neck and untying my tie and then slowly working down the buttons of my white shirt.

Throwing my shirt open, Jennifer leaned down and began to lick and tease my nipples. Her breasts hung right in front of my mouth, and I couldn't resist the urge to grab her left one and take it into my own mouth, suckling at it like a baby would. Jennifer was now moaning as she ground her sopping wet panties on top of my hard-again-but constrained-by-my-pants cock. I could feel the moisture soaking into my own pants, the smell of arousal filling our once tranquil booth. Jennifer lifted her head from my chest and began to kiss me feverishly, her tongue sliding through my teeth into my waiting mouth.

We wrestled like this for a few minutes, interrupted only by hearing Lisa moan loudly as she reached orgasm from Jacob's powerful fucking of her cunt. Jacob had now removed all of his clothing as well so the two were totally naked as they writhed and fucked at a tremendous pace across from us.

The weight of Jennifer's body on my own was a little uncomfortable, so I sat up and lifted her up onto the table. Pulling her panties aside, I dove my tongue straight into her dripping wet snatch. Jennifer was arching her back and crying out as I pleasured her, my tongue finally snagging onto her very aroused and quite large clit. Her juices tasted great as I sat there eating her pussy, the hair from her crotch brushing roughly against my face. It didn't take long for Jennifer to orgasm, and I soon felt her hot juices leak out and drip onto my waiting tongue as I continued to suck and tease her clit with my teeth. My tongue was like a machine gun, moving as fast as humanly possible as I tried to ram as much of it into her pussy as possible, thirsting for more of her sweet juices.

I heard Jacob grunt across the table and then in a low, guttural moan say "I'm coming! UGGHHH!" Lisa ground her hips into him hard as he bucked up into her again, shoving his dick in as far as it would go. He bellowed as he shot his load into Lisa's cunt deeply, her body quivering around him as she too achieved orgasm. Lisa collapsed on top of him, totally exhausted from all that she had done that afternoon.

Jennifer meanwhile was still going strong, but I sensed she needed something more than my tongue to get her off. Getting up on my knees, I pushed her further back onto the table and, unzipping my pants, guided my dick to her waiting hole. Sliding into her was no problem and I felt her gasp and shudder around me as the head of my cock passed into her velvet channel.

Slowly I began to work myself in and out of her, the head of my shaft touching the top of her cervix with every deep thrust I would get. Jennifer was matching my thrusts, shoving her hips at me every time I moved into her, the table beneath her rattling every time I rocked her body. I used my hands to play with and tease her large, C cup breasts, flicking the nipples with my fingers.

Lisa wasn't totally done yet, and crawled across the vinyl cushion on which we sat and sat beside me. Crawling half way up onto the table, Lisa put her mouth onto Jennifer's nipple. The result was electric, as Jennifer cried out upon feeling Lisa's warm, wet mouth touching her breast. Using her hand, Lisa moved it down to Jennifer's cunt and began to rub beneath where my balls were slapping against her pussy, Lisa playing with Jennifer's clit with two of her fingers.

Jennifer had picked up the pace of our love making and was shoving harder and harder against my pelvic bone. I tried to keep up with her, grabbing her by the shoulders as I worked my 9 inch prick into her harder and harder with every thrust.

Jennifer orgasmed again as Lisa lowered her mouth beneath my balls and began to lick and tease Jennifer's pussy with her tongue and hot breath. I could feel Lisa's smooth cheek pressing against my balls, the sac smearing her face with my sweat and Jennifer's own pussy juice. Lisa's tongue was moving at breakneck speed now, occasionally giving my sac a much appreciated lick or suck as she put my balls into her hot mouth.

Jacob meanwhile, fully rested (it didn't take much, he was 18 after all) had moved over behind Lisa. With her ass sticking straight up in the air while her head was buried in Jennifer's snatch, Jacob simply moved behind Lisa and guided his once again hard cock into her pussy, leaning down and starting to fuck her doggy style.

As if she needed much more encouragement, Lisa's body was rocking back and forth hard, as her own cunt was being fucked nice and good and her tongue was giving Jennifer exquisite pleasure. Both Jennifer and Lisa cried out at about the same time as they each hit another orgasm, and I felt Jennifer's juices leak onto my balls and Lisa's face.

I couldn't take any more, so I grabbed Jennifer hard and pulled her hips into mine. Her face was thrust into mine as I whispered "I'm about to come. Should I pull out?"

Jennifer, in between gasping breaths replied "No. I put my diaphragm in. Why do you think I went to the bathroom? Come on, I want to feel your hot sticky cum inside of me,"

I smiled back at her as I buried myself to the hilt inside of her, exploding my load inside of her, just like she wanted. Jennifer cried out again as she felt it hit the inside of her pussy walls, another orgasm rocking her body and causing her body to shudder within my arms.

Lisa had lost her spot on Jennifer's pussy when I pulled her close to me, but now she was focusing all of her energy on getting Jacob to once again cum inside of her. Slamming her hips back into him, Jacob grabbed her by her sweaty, blond hair and pulled her head up. This startled her, but she quickly moaned in pleasure as she felt Jacob shoot his wad into her well fucked pussy.

I pulled out of Jennifer and sat back down on the cushion, my pants soaked from the action. My semi-hard dick was at half mast, covered in juices from inside of Jennifer's pussy as well as my own cum. Spinning around on the table so that her mouth was right by my cock, she lowered it and licked my dick clean. The feel of her mouth was exquisite and it caused me to harden again. I held onto her face when she tried to pull away, causing her to deep throat my cock. At first she was startled but then she quickly resumed sucking away at me. Her cheeks quivered and her eyes closed as she sucked at me furiously, running her tongue along the outside of my shaft as she went up and down on me.

Lisa was back on her side of the table as she and Jacob helped each other get dressed and cleaned up again, but Jacob couldn't resist the site of Jennifer Aniston's pussy right in front of him. Burying his face in her snatch, Jennifer groaned on my dick as Jacob's tongue writhed around inside of her.

The site of watching Jennifer get double teamed was too much, and I grabbed her by the hair as I blew my load down her throat. Unlike her co-star, Jennifer swallowed it all, not letting one drop escape her lips. My dick fell out of her mouth with an audible *plop* as I caught my breath, totally spent. Jennifer lovingly took my dick in her hand, smearing what juices remained on her face, her pretty blue eyes never leaving my own.

Jacob was licking Jennifer's pussy like a thirsty man and had all but his nose buried inside of her snatch. Having pleased me to the best extent, Jennifer crawled backwards on the table so that Jacob could sit down and enjoy his "meal". Her ass hanging off the table, Jacob ran his tongue along Jennifer's slit and up to her pert little asshole, teasing the bud with his tongue. Jennifer couldn't take any more and finally orgasmed on Jacob's tongue, what juices she had left spilling out onto his face and trickling down her leg onto the table.

All of us satisfied, we redressed and one by one slid out of the booth and out of the restaurant into the crisp night air outside.

Jennifer and Lisa got into Jennifer's Expedition and drove off, Lisa blowing us each a kiss goodbye before disappearing out of site.

Taking Jacob under my arm, both of us grinning like madmen, we got in his car and headed back to his apartment.

The next day, Jacob took me to the airport. We didn't talk much on the way there, but right before I boarded the plane to head back to LA, I said

"So, was that what you were hoping it would be?" I said.

Jacob gave me that same grin when I first arrived in New York. "Hoping? Shit, that's something that I will never forget. Next time though, I'm coming out there to see what West Coast celebrities taste, I mean ARE like,"

"Yea, we will see. I'm sure that I can arrange something. We will be in touch," I said with a smile before walking down the terminal and heading onto the plane.

[Carnage Jackson]

Chapter 13: Britney Spears

There are about a bajillion Britney stories, here is my take on the girl.

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Exhausted from my flight to New York City, it was nice to finally be back in L.A. and in my own house. I needed sleep, but I wasn't tired so I decided to surf the channels to see what was on. I finally stopped and found something on E! to watch, but just as I tuned in, it went to the commercial. I was about to change the channel when the new Britney Spears Pepsi commercial came on.

"Just enjoy the ride, don't need a reason why..." Britney sang as she pranced around in first a Pepsi warehouse, then on top of a stage with the huge Pepsi logo blazoned above her in neon lights.

I was amazed at how sultry she looked during the commercial. I had never dug the "teen queen" music thing, and hadn't paid much attention to Britney's rise to fame, but I could tell now that she was not only naturally beautiful, but like many women I have encountered, even through the small screen she oozed this innocent sexuality.

The show returned, and I tried to pay attention, but I kept finding myself thinking about Britney. Talk about good advertising, I was also thirsty for a Pepsi. Glancing over at the clock, it was 12:30 and I could feel my eyes growing heavy. I watched the show to it's end and started to drift off to sleep, although not before Britney appeared on television once more...

Suddenly, I was in a dark auditorium, in front of me above a stage was the huge Pepsi logo I had just seen on TV. The place was abandoned and there didn't seem to be a soul there, or so I thought. I listened carefully and heard the unmistakable sound of a woman in high heels. I seemed to float towards the stage as I moved towards it, and that's when I realized I was dreaming. But it wasn't like most dreams I have had. I seemed to be in control of my actions and what was going on around me. Not wanting to wake up, I was all of a sudden up on the stage, walking around, trying to find the lady in heels. It seemed to be coming from my right, so I headed over that way. That's when I saw Britney.

Standing in the wings of the stage, she was sipping on a bottle of water. Her outfit was the same as what was on the commercial: torn blue jeans with suspenders coming up to her shoulders, and a white midriff shirt that seemed to cling to her young, teenage form by some force all it's own. Britney was looking straight at me as she drank from her water. Finishing the bottle, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand sultrily, taking the excess moisture and rubbing it into the top of her more than ample cleavage. I knew right then what kind of dream this was going to be.

Not saying a word, Britney beckoned towards me with her hand. I seemed to float on air as I moved towards her. We moved further back into the stage, most of which was still dark, although the glow from the radiant Pepsi sign cast a dim yellow light that seemed to lead the way as we walked. Britney took a sharp right and disappeared through a door, so naturally I followed her.

We were then inside of the same warehouse that had been shown on the commercial, and Britney stood a few feet in front of me with her back turned. She was now wearing the same overalls that she had on during the shoot, but even the bagginess of them could not hide her gorgeous ass.

I walked towards her and finally stood in front of her. The zipper on the overalls was pulled down to her navel, and the sides of her breasts radiated heat as she breathed in and out slowly. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she breathed shallowly, her pink lips pursed as the air escaped them.

I reached out my arm to touch her, feeling the smooth fabric of the cotton overalls. Britney sighed contentedly as my hand moved up from her left arm to her shoulder and then slowly began snaking it's way down past her neck to her breast. I slowly slid my hand underneath the cotton material and felt her warm flesh beneath my finger tips. Her skin was incredibly smooth and to feel it in my hand was something else. I used my other hand to slowly pull open the overalls. Britney wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so that when I pulled back the top of her shirt, her breasts became free in the air and bounced a little with that natural sag that only real breasts have. If they were fakes, they had to be the best fakes I had ever seen.

Britney's breasts now hung loosely outside the overalls, the edge of them pulled around to the edge of each breast. Her nipples were hard and pink and quite small for such large breasts. Her skin was the same rich golden brown as the rest of her body. I couldn't help the urge to take a breast in each hand and fondle it, so I did just that. Britney moaned hoarsely as I touched her, rubbing her nipples back and forth on the palms of my hands. Britney shook her head and her long blond hair came free, billowing over her shoulders and neck.

Reaching up with her hand, Britney moved mine from her right breast down to her hard, firm stomach. Her fingers interlocked with mine as she guided it to the zipper of her overalls that rested just below her belly button. I took the zipper in my hand and gently began to pull it down. When it reached it's end, I could see that Britney was wearing just a small pair of light purple panties that did little to cover her moist, aroused pussy.

Britney gave me a small push on the shoulder that I took to mean to step back, for which I was more than happy to comply. Spreading her legs slowly, Britney made a scene of removing the overalls. Wiggling out of them past the shoulders, she slowly pulled them down her arms one sleeve at a time until finally dropping it and letting it hang just below her narrow waist. I saw her upper half for the first time unclothed and was astounded by her beauty. The yellow light that I had followed here in the first place was now shining brightly behind her, and Britney's body began to perspire just enough to glisten in the radiant heat of the light.

Britney placed her hands on her hips and then slowly slid them down her firm thighs and underneath the pant portion of the overalls. Hooking her thumbs on the outside of the material, as well as on her panties, she bent forward (her breasts swung softly as she did this and from my guess she had to be a strong C cup) and pulled the remains of her outfit from her body. Standing back up, Britney moved one arm up to her right breast and began to tweak and tease her right nipple while she used the other hand to slowly slip one finger at a time until she had three, into her pussy.

The only piece of clothing Britney now had on was a pair of knee-length black leather boots which made her look far sluttier and much older than one would have first thought. Continuing to work her fingers out of her sopping wet twat, Britney was rocking back and forth on her feet as she thrust her pussy up in the air to an imaginary lover. It didn't take long for her to cum, and when she did it was a violent orgasm. Crying out loudly in ecstasy, I saw Britney's glistening, naked teenage body shudder and tremble as a torrential orgasm poured from her cunt.

Lifting the hand she had been masturbating with up from her pussy, she began to smear the cum into her tits as she played with them. Now I saw her beautiful young snatch for the first time and it was almost enough to take my breath away. Covered lightly in blondish-brown hair, it was shaved all around except for a small little v-shaped butterfly pattern directly above her opening. Her pussy was flushed from the excitement of her fingering and it was a delicate pink color. Her clit hung slightly from her opening, very much aroused and dripping small droplets of cum to the ground below.

Taking a step towards her, I glanced down and saw that my was not wearing any pants, and that my very hard cock was pointing straight out from my body like an arrow. Moving my hand down, I began to stroke it as I moved towards her. Finally standing just inches from her small, glistening body, I moved my dick along the inside of Britney's thigh as I teased her with it. Britney's eyes never looked away from my own as I continued to tease her. Her face was one of pure lust and sexual desire as her she tried in vain to thrust her pussy towards me, trying to snag onto my dick and pull it in. But I would have none of it and just when Britney almost got the tip in, I would move my hips and pull it away.

Britney began whimpering now and I realized that despite her initially being in control, I was now running the show. Hey, it was my dream after all. Deciding to spice things up a bit in this fantasy and make it even more of a turn on for myself, I smiled down at Britney after almost thrusting inside of her one final time. At first Britney looked confused and a little hurt that I wasn't giving her the fucking she so clearly needed, but then she understood what I wanted.

Since I was calling the shots in this dream, all I had to do was think of what I wanted to happen and then it would appear. Closing my eyes (yes, you can close your eyes in a dream), I imagined that I wasn't the only one in the room with Britney but that some of the backup dancers that appeared in the commercial were with us as well. It worked all too well.

Opening my eyes, I saw Britney, now completely naked, on her knees. All around her stood 5 or 6 guys, in very good shape and from what I recall now, looked just like the dancers on the commercial. All of them had stripped down and were holding or stroking their cocks right by Britney's face as she looked around trying to decide who to go after first. A tall black guy was on Britney's far left and when she saw his huge cock (admittedly larger than my 9 inch), she sunk her entire mouth around it. A blond haired guy saw that Britney was distracted and made a move for the sweet teenage pussy while Britney was on her hands and knees giving the black guy the blowjob of a lifetime. I stepped forward to stop him, as I wanted to be the first one to feel her warm cunt on my cock. He obliged and moved his way up to her mouth where two other dancers were feeding the hungry Britney their cocks.

Walking behind her, Britney knew that I was there and I saw her glance back at me through the corner of her eye. As I drew my dick towards her wet opening, Britney wiggled her ass a little, signifying that she was more than ready. Moving the head of my shaft outside her moist and dripping pussy lips, I slowly eased myself into her. My god was she tight. Clearly not a virgin (I didn't think that she was) but obviously not that experienced in intercourse.

I heard Britney moan on the blond haired guys cock as I sank into her dripping snatch. When I had half of my shaft inside of her, I pulled it out quickly. This caused Britney to drop the dick she was cupping in her hand and turn her head around and say "What the fuck?! Get that thing back in meeeeeeeeeeeeeUGGHHHH!!!"

Britney wasn't able to finish what she was saying, as half way through I slammed myself back into her very hard, getting all 9 inches of my cock inside of her at once. The feeling was indescribable. The soft velvet feel of her pussy muscles spasming and contracting all around me as she breathed and moaned and writhed on my cock made this a dream I would never forget.

I was really hammering into her now, but when I had rocked her so hard the first time, it forced her mouth over and down the shaft of a nearby dancer, who was more than happy to have it there. Britney Spears was now taking at least 16' of cock into her body, at least 7 in the mouth and 9 in the her tight teenage cunt. It took her some time to get used to it, but then Britney was really enjoying herself.

The dancer in the front, excited from the sudden feel of having his entire manhood shoved down Britney's throat couldn't hold out for long, and I saw him pull it out of her mouth and start to spray a massive load of cum all over her face. Most of it landed on her cheeks and lips but a sizeable amount spilled out and down onto her breasts, dripping down to her nipples.

Britney only had a moment's notice to catch her breath, because as soon as the first guy got out of the way, a new guy was quick to slip his meat down her throat. Britney gobbled it up like a true slut, sucking and slurping it down loudly. I knew all of this excitement wouldn't keep Britney dry down there and it turned out I was right. Reaching my hand down to slip a finger in as I continued to glide in and out of her effortlessly, my hand came back sopping wet and covered in her juices. I dripped some of the excess onto her asscheeks and then moved my head up to her mouth. Britney diverted her attention from the cocks just long enough to lick my hand clean of her own juices.

The sight of this turned me on to no end and I felt my balls surging and ready to explode with cum. Bucking my hips into her one last time, I arched my back as I sprayed jet after jet of my hot seed into her hot and tight cunt. Britney came at roughly the same time around my dick, and I could feel her whole body shake and twitch violently on top of me. The guy in front of her was now also cumming and I looked in his direction just as he squirted his load on to Britney. It wasn't a big as the first guys, but that might have been because most of it disappeared down Britney's throat.

Pulling out of her, I saw that my dick was still rock hard. I was about to shove it back into her for a second go around, but then I got another idea.

"Ok, you. Over here by me," I pointed to the black guy. He walked over to me and I was more than a little surprised at the size of his cock. I told him to stand beside me while I got this all planned out.

"Britney, lay on your back and let this guy get underneath you. Don't put your dick in her yet though," I said to them. Both were eager to comply, Britney especially. When she smiled, the cum that she had just been drinking fell in a small trickle out of the side of her mouth. Britney's tits bounced happily as she spread her legs out over the black man's wide legs and put her hands up above his shoulders, her blond hair rubbing onto his chest. The black guy I could clearly see wanted nothing more in the world than to shove his dick right into this teenage pop star, but he managed to maintain control.

"Ok, the rest of you: whoever she can't get in her mouth, I want you guys to come stand all around her and jack off. I want to see how much of a cum-loving slut she is," I said.

Two guys moved up to Britney's face and got on their knees as they took turns letting her lick and suck their cocks like lollipops. I could see sections of Britney's hair clumped together by the stickyness of the cum. Her makeup was smeared on her face, her lipstick especially. Despite my initial thought that she was an innocent temptress, she couldn't have looked much sluttier than right then.

I gave a cue and the black guy did just what I asked him to. With one sudden movement, he spun Britney so that her huge breasts were crushing into his chest, her pussy was instantly impaled on his shaft and her pert little ass was sticking straight up in the air just like I hoped it would be.

All of this happened in a split second before anyone except for me and the black man knew what was going on. Britney was the most surprised. Her open mouth that had been used to suck cock was suddenly flipped in a circle and her mouth moved like a rotator in a washing machine all over one of the dancer's shaft. Because her attention was diverted to what was happening in her mouth, the black guy had no trouble working all 11 inches of his meat into her in one fell swoop.

Gasping first in pain then in sheer bliss from feeling so fulfilled, Britney's cries echoed through out the warehouse. I used her surprise to my advantage. My dick still wet from her juices and my own cum, I positioned the head at the entrance to her asshole and pushed in. I got about 3 inches in before her natural reflex of contracting her sphincter muscles kicked in. Britney cried out now in total pain, but I smacked her ass lightly and said to her "Look Britney, I'm going to do this if you want me to or not. My suggestion is you relax and let me do it and then you might enjoy it more," I was surprised at how ruthless I was acting in this dream. But still, I sort of liked it...

Britney's expression of pain changed to one of trust as I continued to work myself into her. Even quicker, Britney's face became enveloped in lust as I moved rhythmically in and out of her ass. The black man was now pounding her for all he was worth and it was getting harder and harder to keep time with him, Britney's ass cheeks jiggling from the rocking we were giving her. Britney's mouth had found the two cocks once again, although now it appeared that each guy was trying to stuff their cock into her mouth at the same time. I could see Britney's cheeks bulging wide as she tried to take both dicks into her mouth, but it was no use. Finally she gave up and just started sucking on one at a time.

The guys who had been left to their own satisfaction I knew couldn't hold out much longer. Turns out I was right. Watching Britney take turns on two guys while two other guys penetrated her from her remaining holes was more than enough to cause the guy standing right beside me and parallel to the small of Britney's ass to dump his load all over her. The guy across from him also began to shoot, and their combined flood of cum spilled out all over Britney, trickling down her ass crack on to my balls.

The black man also couldn't hold out any longer and began to pull Britney harder and faster onto his cock. Groaning loudly, he flooded her insides with his sticky cum. I felt a torrent of the juice that had been collecting inside of her spill out onto my legs. The two guys at Britney's head were also very close. One of them had Britney by the hair as he held her mouth down over his cock completely. I could see her fighting off her gag reflex to keep from choking, but it didn't matter because the man gripped her hair tighter and shot his wad straight down her throat. Swallowing it all, Britney pulled her mouth off of the dancer for a brief moment. Unfortunately for her, that moment was the same as when the other man had began to come and Britney was suddenly hit in the face with a great gob of sticky, white cum all over her lips and face.

The last man still without coming, Britney now focused her attention solely on me as I worked myself in and out of her ass. The friction of her tight hole and the speed at which I was fucking her was incredible and it added a whole new feeling to this anal sex. Closing my eyes to savor the feeling of this, I opened them again and realized we were alone again.

This time all of the dancers were gone (although Britney was just as messy as before) but now we were on top of a white sheeted 4-post bed, fucking like there was no tomorrow. My dick was still buried inside of her ass, but where we were now seemed to be so much better and more peaceful. I started to slow my pace down a little and take my time fucking her, realizing that even though I had treated her like a dirty slut, the sex seemed better when we were alone again.

The thought of that alone triggered my orgasm. Pressing Britney down to the bed, I climbed on top of her and humped her ass rapidly as I held her on the soft, white sheets. Her tits were pressed against the bed and were obviously very aroused, as when I would shove into her and her breasts would push down, she would cry out in pleasure.

I couldn't take it anymore, so with a few quick final thrusts, I shoved into Britney and let my load loose deep within her bowels. I must have shot for almost a minute inside of her body before finally pulling out.

When I pulled out of her however, I was startled by the sound of a buzzer beeping. It was my alarm clock going off. Grudgingly, I slowly woke from my dream and reached over to turn it off. It was 8:00 AM and I knew I had to get up - I had a 12:00 contract negotiation with Denise Richards over an upcoming film. As I crawled out of bed, I felt revitalized and energized for the day. If only every day could start out with a dream like that one, then I wouldn't have a care in the world.

[Carnage Jackson]

Chapter 14: Denise Richards

A note: I borrowed the character of Jack Shaffer from Ruthless Rick, who had used him previously in his story "Natalie Portman: Casting Couch". Ruthless Rick's email was antiquated so I don't think he is an active author anymore but if he is and is reading this then please forgive my forwardness in using him. Shoot me an email if you want me to remove him and I will make modifications to the story where appropriate.

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Looking at the clock on the dashboard of my BMW X5, I watched it change from 12:00 to 12:01, thereby officially making me late for my meeting with Denise Richards. Punching in the numbers on my cell phone, I had Julie, my assistant, give me Denise's cell phone number. I nearly hit the car in front of me as I reached down to write it down on my notepad. Hanging up with Julie, I dialed. To my surprise, the driver of the car in front of me (a compact fire red Mazda Miata) picked up a phone and answered.

"Hello?" a female voice said.

"Denise? Is that you in front of me?" I said. I saw her glance back and wave at me, smiling that sultry smile that had made millions of men across the world's pants a little tighter.

"Well, I guess I don't have to feel bad about being the one who is late now do I?" Denise said with a laugh.

"No, I guess not. We are only five minutes away so I'm going to hang up now. I'll see you there," I replied, grinning to myself over the situation.

"Ok, see you in a few," Denise said, hanging up.

A couple minutes later we both pulled into the parking garage side by side on the Paramount Pictures studio lot. Denise got out of her car first and was dressed like a knockout. Not wearing much makeup, it didn't seem to matter at all, as her beauty would have been visible from outer space. She wore a short, knee length off white skirt with a black silk top that more than exposed her ample cleavage to anyone who passed by. Her long brown hair was done up in a pony tail above the top of her head. She put her keys in her purse and walked towards me as I was getting out of my car.

I had dressed casually because, of all the studios, I was most comfortable around Paramount and everyone seemed to be much more friendly there when it came to doing business. Wearing a pair of dark gray slacks and a white collared shirt with a brilliant red & black striped tie, I personally thought I looked pretty good, certainly good enough to be walking in with Denise Richards by my side.

Taking off her sunglasses, Denise's brilliant green eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the garage. We took the stairs of the garage up one flight and then got inside of a compact full glass elevator that lifted us up the 8 stories to the top of Paramount towers.

"Wow. Isn't the view breath-taking Dean?" Denise said, turning to me as we rose. I nodded in reply; it was a brilliant site to see all of the studio warehouses and offices falling away from us as we shot up in the elevator. But the ride was short lived and behind us I heard the "DING" of the elevator coming to a stop. We walked out of it and down the hall toward Jack Shaffer's office, the head of Paramount.

"Mr. Shaffer will be with you in just a moment," his bubbly secretary said as we took a seat in the waiting room of his extremely plush office. Sitting there in silence, my mind wandered back to the dream I had had the night before about Britney Spears and how incredibly horny it had made me. Playing the dream back in my mind, I felt my pants start to bulge a little as I tried to stay focused on the task at hand and not think about that. Jack Shaffer, though a nice guy, was a notorious pussy hound and I knew he would try to maneuver in some way to try and get into the pants of Denise, despite the fact that I was right there. I couldn't let my guard down for a second with him for fear that I might end up signing Denise into a less desirable role for an upcoming film. I had heard rumors that the reason she dumped her last agent and came on with us was because this very thing had happened once before and led to her lesbian tryst in "Wild Things".

I was startled out of my own thoughts by the booming voice of Shaffer as he walked through the heavy oak double doors of his office to come greet us.

"Ahh, Dean. How have things been going? And the lovely Ms. Denise Richards. Always a pleasure," Shaffer said, taking her hand in his as he kissed the back of it lightly. God, he was starting in on her already. I moved quick to intervene.

"Hey Jack. Things have been good. Ready to get down to business?" I said, stepping between the two of them.

Jack looked a little perturbed at me for doing this but smiled a polite smile anyways.

"Of course. Please, come on in," Jack said, leading us into his office.

We followed and took a seat in front of him before his oak desk, which I noticed matched the entire decor of the office. Jack, a tall and lanky man with slicked back gray hair, took a seat in his overstuffed leather chair in front of us, a huge plate glass window overlooking the entire studio lot behind him.

"Now, let's get started. I've green lighted two projects that I think Denise would be perfect for. One is an action flick staring either Russell Crowe or Vin Diesel, playing an anti-hero. Denise, you would play the main character's love interest, torn between following him or doing what was right and helping the military hero who is after him. Benicio Del Toro has already signed on to play that role. Now, this role wouldn't be as physically intensive as your role in The World Is Not Enough but it would require a good bit of action stunts. We can get you a script by Thursday if you want this one and shooting begins in August," Shaffer said, moving a pen back and forth in his hands.

"Hmm...sounds interesting. I'd of course have to see the script before I sign on to anything but yea, I'm interested. What is the other role?," Denise replied, sitting up in her chair and looking attentive and interested. Her 36C breasts jutted against the fabric of her top and I had to tear myself away from staring at her.

"Well, the other role is a very hot sexual thriller where you would be playing opposite of Keanu Reeves. The script is being ironed out right now but it would require a sizeable amount of love making scenes. We would of course have to do a light and visual check on you to see how well you carry over to the camera when you are nude, but I'm sure that if I was left to do it or someone higher up here at the studio it would be carried out in the most professional manner possible," Jack continued. My ears perked up at this last comment and I knew that this was his attempt to weasel into her pants and get a chance to fuck her. I quickly spoke up.

"Jack, come on. You and I both know that Denise is very 'photogenic' and that if she were to do nudity in a film again that what she looks like on camera wouldn't be an issue. I mean, look at 'Wild Things' for Christ sake. Where were you when that film was being green lighted?" I said angrily. Every client that my firm had was valued and I wasn't about to let Denise Richards be exploited by this horny old man.

Jack just smiled politely again, a wicked and devilish smile that I knew was him containing his rage at myself for telling him "no". "Well, we didn't actually make 'Wild Things' so I wasn't involved in the process. Perhaps you are right, we can just look at footage from that film and make our decision," he said.

Jack focused his attention towards Denise, who this whole time had been watching us both intently like a poised cat as we argued over her back and forth.

"Now Denise, Dean here is a good agent. For his limited experience, he has a good head on his shoulders," Jack said, making sure to emphasize the word limited. "But keep in mind that right now, you are the object of lust in the eyes of teenage to adult men all over the country. Nudity certainly helped your career when you did 'Wild Things', or else we wouldn't be sitting here right now. Perhaps another nude scene would bring in enough ticket sales to send you towards being a bankable star. Just some food for thought," Jack said, folding his hands on his desk and smiling a warm smile at Denise. I have to admit that he looked like a concerned father when he did that, albeit a horny and oversexed one.

"I won't rule anything out yet, but I need to see a script first. I'm sure you wouldn't mind sending one to Dean when you get it complete would you?" Denise said in reply, her tone cold enough to let Shaffer know that she knew what was going on.

"I'd be delighted to. Now, let's talk payment on whichever picture you decide on," Jack said, his voice changing to one of strictly business.

We spent the next hour or so bickering and arguing over a few million dollars, with Jack taking the hard line that if she did the thriller there was at least $5 million more in it for her, plus a cut of the total box office gross. I made sure though that no matter what Denise decided, she would have full control over her character and would get to decide what she would and wouldn't do on screen, regardless of Jack's prodding.

As he walked us out of the office, Jack put his hand on Denise's shoulder.

"When you have a chance to look over those scripts, give me a call. Whatever you decide on I'm sure will be a smart choice. Perhaps we can have dinner to help celebrate," Jack said exuberantly, still trying hard to get Denise out of her panties however possible.

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea," Denise replied, flashing him a brilliant white smile. Jack patted her on the shoulder and shut the door behind us. "Sounds like a winning game plan. See you two later," he said, closing the door.

We walked out of the office and got back onto the elevator and I pushed the button for the ground floor.

"Thanks for sticking up for me in there Dean," Denise said. "I guess you heard what happened to my last agent when he let his pants think for both him and I," she said with a smile.

"No problem. Shaffer is known for being a major skirt chaser so I wanted to make sure that you didn't end up doing something you didn't want to. He is right though you know. You definitely are the "it" girl right now.

Denise just smiled shyly at me. I guess that even beautiful actresses like her can be a little bashful sometimes.

Denise looked like she was about to say something in reply, when suddenly the elevator was filled with a loud scraping noise that rocked the glass car back and forth harshly, flinging us into the one metal side by the doors. The car shook some more as it slid down on it's track slowly until finally stopping.

"Fuck!" Denise and I both said in unison. The elevator was stuck.

Looking up and around the car, there didn't seem to be any damage inside that I could see. We had only probably gone about a story or two when the car stopped and looking outside, I saw that we were extremely high up.

"I think we are stuck," Denise said, walking over to the emergency button on the elevator and pushing it. No response. Pushing it again, Denise held it in for a long time, with still no result other than a very slight buzzing sound. I was afraid that the electricity had cut out in the elevator, which meant that we were probably being held up only by the friction of the metal track on the car door and the side of the elevator shaft.

"Fuck! No one is answering at the control desk! Fuck!" Denise said angrily, kicking the floor with her heel. Suddenly, the car rocked again from her kicking, causing both of us to grab onto the handrails on the side of the elevator. I could feel my heart start to race in my chest at understanding the full effect of just how bad the situation was.

"I think we better not do that anymore," I said shakily. Denise's face had gone a pale white shade and she nodded solemnly in agreement.

"All we can do is wait I guess. I'm sure that SOMEONE is watching these elevators or will notice that something is the matter pretty soon," I said, sitting down carefully in the corner of the car.

"Yea, you are probably right. At least I HOPE you are right," Denise replied, taking a seat opposite me. She too sounded a little shaken by this whole thing.

I tried dialing back at the office to get Julie to send someone to help but it was no use - my god damn phone had no signal, not to mention the batteries were down to only one bar. Denise's phone was the same way, although she had more battery life on hers. So, we resigned ourselves to wait and sat in silence in the elevator car.

After around 30 minutes, with the combined heat of the suns rays beating in through the glass and without any air in the car, it became very hot, very quickly. I could feel my whole back become drenched in sweat as the minutes rolled on. Loosening my tie, I took it off as well as my heavy cotton white dress shirt and sat there in just an undershirt and my slacks.

Denise too was getting very warm sitting in the car, although where she was sitting was in the most shady portion of the stuck contraption. Pulling a bottle of water from her purse, she sipped on it occasionally to try and cool down. I had a few sips and between the two of us, it was gone very quickly, leaving us just as hot as we were before.

I saw Denise squirming over in her corner, trying to fan herself with the fabric of her silk shirt. It didn't do much good, as the material stuck to her wet, sweaty skin. Finally she said "Dean, it wouldn't make you uncomfortable if I took this shirt off would it? I mean, I would still be wearing my bra but I just don't want to cross a business line if you know what I mean," Denise said.

I gulped dryly in my throat. "No, go ahead. I don't want you passing out inside of this oven. We've already got enough problems to deal with," I said.

Denise smiled and said "Ok" softly. Unbuttoning her shirt in the front, she made her way down her ample chest and her trim tummy to unbutton the shirt, peeling it off of her sweaty skin and setting it in the middle of the car. Her bra was a lace Victoria's Secret brand, and I could see beads of sweat running down her breasts and soaking into the fabric. Taking her hair down from her ponytail, she shook her head lightly back and forth and let her rich brown hair drape over her shoulders.

Closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall of the car, she sighed "That's much better,"

I nodded in agreement, enjoying the free show sitting just a few feet in front of me. I put my hands to my forehead and pretended like I was covering my eyes from this exasperating situation when really I was transfixed by the site of her large breasts moving up and down slowly as she breathed.

We sat in silence again for a while, and I could feel all of my energy and strength being sapped out of me as I sweated profusely. Both of us had taken off our shoes and had piled all of our clothes now in a little pile in the center of the car. Glancing at my watch, I saw we had been there for over an hour and a half.

I must have dozed off because suddenly I heard a man's voice on the loud speaker above us.

"Everyone alright in there?" the voice said, a deep gruff sound.

"It's very fucking hot in here. Are you going to get us down anytime soon?" Denise yelled back at him.

"We're working on it. How many people are in the car?" the man said.

"Just two of us," I replied. "And we are about to die from heat exhaustion. Any idea at all when you will let us out of here?" I said.

"We have two technicians up at the top of the shaft. They said it will be another hour at least. Just sit tight. If you look over on the far right of the car, there is a panel you can open to let some air in there. That should help you out a little bit," the man said.

I looked over to where he was talking about and sure enough, there was a panel. It was about 2 feet by 2 feet and welded onto the outer wall by clear hinges. I don't know how we missed seeing it before. Pushing on it, it swung open and I felt a cool breeze rush in.

"Thanks for telling us about the window," Denise said. "Can you see us in here or just hear us?"

"No ma'm, we can only hear you. The video camera shorted out when the car stopped so we have to talk to you now through this radio frequency," the voice said.

"Oh. Ok," Denise said, sounding a little dejected.

"In the meantime, you folks just hang in there and we will get you down as soon as we can," the man said. "If you need anything, just push that CALL button above the emergency button,"

"Alright, thanks," I said. I heard the click of the call ending and then we were in silence again, except for the sound of the freeway traffic and blaring horns a few miles away from the studio.

"Another fucking hour in this hellhole," Denise said. "I'm not sure if I can make it. I think I might have blacked out a few times there a while ago,"

"Yea. Modern technology. Fucking great," I replied. "Maybe you should come sit over here by me. The air from this window feels good and it sure woke me right up,"

Denise crawled over towards me on her hands and knees, afraid to stand up and risk rocking the car again.

Taking a seat next to me, Denise reached her arm out of the window and felt the breeze, letting it run lazily through her fingers.

"It does feel nice out there. I can't believe we didn't notice that thing before," Denise said, laughing at the situation.

"Hey, I know. Why don't we keep talking? That will pass the time and keep us both from getting too tired from exhaustion," Denise said, facing me. Her brown hair was matting on her forehead and a loose strand hung right down the center of her face sexily.

"Yea, that sounds like a good idea. Was there something you wanted to talk about? Did you have any opinions on those scripts?" I replied, trying not to get lost in her emerald gaze.

"No, not really," Denise said softly. "They both sound okay. Even the sex one, I actually kind of enjoyed doing 'Wild Things', it was exciting. What I wanted to ask you was about the waiting room today. You seemed really vacant and distant. Are you ok?"

I was amazed that a girl like Denise was concerned about me, and I would have laughed at the situation, had I not seen the genuine worry in her eyes. Swallowing the laugh in my throat, I tried to think of the best way to tell her what had really been distracting me.

"Oh, that. No, I'm fine. I was just thinking about a dream I had last night, that's all," I replied, carefully choosing my words. I was hoping that by being intentionally vague I would help deter her from asking any more questions and thus keeping me from spilling the details of my sordid sex dream. But to my surprise, it only encouraged her more.

"A dream huh? Wow! I've been reading this book all about dreams. It analyzes them and tells you what they mean. I think it's soooo interesting," Denise said, her face lighting up. She was giggling like a little school girl almost and I knew that my goose was cooked. "So tell me Dean, what was in this dream that you can't stop thinking about,"

"No, I can't tell you about it," I replied flatly.

"Oh yes you can! Come on! I want to know!" Denise said, tugging on my arm like a little girl.

"No, I really don't think you want to hear it," I said, trying to sound convincing.

"Yes I do. Trust me, I've read lots of weird and freaky shit, what I've read will be hard to top. Now tell me!" Denise demanded, pulling on my arm with more force now.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you. Just quit trying to yank my arm out of the socket," I said.

Denise let go of my arm and sat up straight, ready to listen intently with what I had to say. Part of me told me to lie, to just make something up. But a stronger part knew that by lying I would just create more problems for myself. I didn't want to lose Denise's hard earned trust so I just bit the bullet and started recounting my kinky Britney Spears sex dream.

"Well, it was about Britney Spears," I said, casting my eyes to the floor, occasionally stealing a look up into Denise's. She was watching me with intent interest.

"And we were on the set of where she filmed that Pepsi commercial, you know which one I mean. Hell you were in a Pepsi commercial!" I said. Denise just nodded and smiled and said "Go on,"

"Well, it's dark and I get drawn towards Britney who is up on some stage. I follow her around some, and I don't remember all the details of this part, but we are naked suddenly and having sex there on the stage," I said, now paying very close attention to Denise. I saw a flicker of some sort run across her eyes, like lust or sexual energy of some sort, even though her face didn't change at all.

"Go on," Denise whispered. I saw that she was folding and unfolding her hands in her waist and that my storytelling was turning her on.

"And then right before we finish fuc...er, making love, we are surrounded by this group of guys who I recognize as her dancers from the commercial. I lead them all in taking turns fucking Britney. It's not like we are raping her or anything, but she is just being this totally submissive slut. Then, the last thing I know, I'm on a white bed with and having sex with her by myself. Then I wake up," I said to her, playing back the details in my mind that I felt were necessary to leave out.

"Wow. That sounds like a pretty vivid dream," Denise said dreamily, staring at the wall distantly.

I was starting to get a little uncomfortable with her reaction, so I tried to change the subject or get the topic to something else.

"So umm...you've read the book. What do you think that means? What does the book have to say?" I said. Denise looked at me, her mind finally returning to her.

"To be honest, I don't know. See, I bought that book because I was having the same sort of problem. All these really weird and kinky sex dreams about all sorts of things. They started about a year ago and now I seem to get them every two or three nights," Denise said. Her face was now just inches from mine and I realized that we were both whispering.

"Tell me about what was in these sorts of dreams," I said, swallowing hard.

"Well, there was this one where I'm dressed in all leather and I have this big, black whip in one hand and a long, 12 inch dildo in the other. And I'm whipping this girl on the floor, only I can't see who she is. But every time I whip her, she cries out in pain so to shut her up I shove the dildo into her pussy. Then, before I know it, I'm fucking this girl with the dildo strapped on to me. And right before I cum, I wake up," Denise said, using her hands to illustrate what she is doing.

If the room had been 90 degrees before, it suddenly must have risen at least 10 degrees in temperature. My cock was rock hard in my pants as I imagined Denise fucking another girl with a strap-on.

"Some dream you have there. Definitely kinky..." I said, my voice trailing off.

"But you want to hear one of my kinkiest dreams?" Denise said sexily, her lips almost touching mine.

"Suuuurrree...." I said, my voice wavering a little as I tried to remain cool.

"I'm stuck in this elevator see, with this really handsome man. We are both hot and sweaty from waiting in the elevator and he has just told me this really wicked, hot sex dream of his. And all I want to do is rip his clothes off and feel his big, rock hard prick inside of me all day long. I don't even care if a million people are seeing it, all I can think about doing is fucking his brains out," Denise said to me. She was leaning over me now and I didn't realize that I was leaning back against the wall at an angle, the helpless prey of this naughty sex kitten.

"You ever have any dreams like that Dean?" Denise whispered to me and I decided I just couldn't take any more of it.

"No, but I've had a few brushes with reality that resemble that," I said. Grabbing Denise's head, I pull her lips to mine. Feeling like fire, our skin and tongues wrestle with each other and we try feverishly to feel more and more of each other. All my body can feel is the desire to touch and hold Denise. Clothes fly everywhere as Denise rips off her skirt and bra and flings it aside.

Denise's breasts are a beautiful sight, hanging before me. So rich and full, they sway gently and tantalizingly over my mouth. Her nipples are rock hard and fully aroused, the brown of her areola flushing to become an even richer shade. Grabbing a breast in my hand, I pull it down to my mouth with Denise leaning above me, supporting herself with her arms by my side.

Moaning, Denise lowers her hips over my crotch and grinds herself devilishly into me. And while the feeling is sheer bliss, laying on my back on a hot metal elevator isn't. Lifting Denise off of me, I move her with force against the wall of the elevator so that we are both pressed against the glass overlooking the whole studio lot, both of us in various states of undress. I am now down to just my boxers and nothing else while Denise is writhing beneath me in my arms wearing a simple black silk thong, her ass cheeks keeping the material pressed tightly to her skin from the sweat of the room.

My hands are roaming all over Denise's body now, and I can feel her casually slip hers inside of my boxers to squeeze my ass gently, bringing her hand down occasionally to cup my balls and rub her hand over my already excruciatingly hard cock.

With her palms, she grabs the inside of the material of my boxers and pulls them down, leaving me standing there naked as I hold her in my arms. I rub my cock against the fabric of her panties, feeling the moistness of it touching the tip of my dick. Sliding them aside with my finger, I slowly enter her, her pussy enveloping my rod completely.

Denise moans loudly and sighs as I slip all 9 inches of my cock into. I can feel my balls slapping against the bottom of her cunt, our pubes rubbing against each other to create a soft crinkling sound from our sweat and her dripping juices. Taking my time thrusting into her, I rotate my shaft around inside of her, exploring every centimeter of her with my dick from all angles. Then without warning, I thrust into her hard, trapping her clit beneath my cock as I shove, creating unbearable friction. Crying out so loud that it shakes the elevator car, Denise's orgasm shakes her from her toes to her chest as I feel her shudder beneath me and her juices trickle down my legs.

My slow pace must have been too much of a tease for Denise, because before I know it, she has wrapped her legs against me and pushed me back hard into the far wall, causing the glass of the elevator to shake and sway. I must admit I was a little nervous given our situation, but if something were to happen, I couldn't think of a better way to go out. Supporting Denise with my arms under her butt, she rocks her hips back and forth into my lap as I hold us both up, her long brown hair swinging around wildly as she gyrated on top of my lap.

Fucking her was getting more difficult, as my arms and legs were getting tired from having to support her (although my cock was certainly enjoying IT'S placement in all of this). Setting Denise down on her feet, she whined a little as I pulled my cock out of her so I could re-adjust my position. Looking down into her deep green eyes, all I could see was pure lust in them. Grabbing her hard again (she seemed to like it a little rough), I took her hands and folded them above her head. Next, pushing her naked body against the large glass window pane, her nipples leaving a slight residue of sweat as her hot skin was pressed against the glass, I bent her over at the waist to give me full access to her pussy.

Denise's ass looked incredible thrust out there before me, the sweet honey of her cum covering her cunt like a moist flower and her tan, firm ass cheeks quivering in anticipation of what I was going to do next. I spread her legs a little wider and then moved up behind her, guiding my cock home. I slid the tip in slowly at first, but gave her the rest of my 9 inches in one sharp thrust. She had been waiting for me to slip into her, so when the head first entered her she cooed in enjoyment, until I entered her the rest of the way, in which her moan became a guttural cry of pure lust, her body taking over for her pleasure overloaded mind.

I grabbed Denise by the waist now and began sliding in and out of her quickly, my dick stretching and teasing her contracting pussy muscles with every thrust. Her cunt had opened up very wide now, and I had no trouble as I fucked her, occasionally slipping two or three fingers inside of her for effect.

I put my face up next to hers and watched her eyes close tightly with every stroke into her I made. Looking out the window, I noticed that anyone could look up and see us. The thrill of knowing that a total stranger could be watching Denise and myself fucking each other like animals in heat was an incredible turn on. Now I know why all those exhibitionists get off on it.

Focusing back on the task at hand, I slipped another finger into Denise's cunt, bringing the total now up to three (as well as my cock). She shuddered again when my finger entered her, invoking another orgasm that coated my hand with her sweet juices.

Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I licked my fingers clean of her sweet nectar and savored the sweet, salty taste of her juices. I ran my hand down Denise's side, feeling her silky smooth flesh beneath my touch as I caressed past her hip over her ass. I slid my fingers into the cleft of her ass, causing her to moan and grunt in pleasure a little as I did so.

"Oooooo yea...stick your finger in my ass!" Denise growled at me, a look of animal sexuality on her face as she spoke. I continued to tease her ass, rubbing first one and then two fingers over her pert asshole before slipping the tip of my index finger inside of her. I felt her sphincter quickly contract a little around my finger invading her hole, but it just as quickly relaxed and I began to slide more of my finger inside of her. Pulling it out slowly, I got all but the tip of my fingernail out of her butt before I shoved my finger back in hard on the same upstroke that my cock made.

I built up a rhythm inside of her as I worked my finger in time with my cock. I could feel the narrow membrane between her pussy walls and her tight ass hole every time I worked in and out of her, and I knew that the pleasure of our fucking and the added heat and friction of being finger fucked in the ass was certain to give Denise at least another orgasm or two before I even had my own.

Amazed at my stamina for not coming after being so worn out from the heat, I realized that the car and video camera could come back on any time now, I had to ignore the thrill of such a risk and speed things up if I wanted to get my own rocks off. Removing my hand from her butt, I grabbed Denise by the ass hard and starting fucking her cunt hard as she balanced herself on the wall, her firm body leaving sweat impressions every time she touched the hot glass of the elevator. Denise knew I was trying to get off, and she was more than happy to help. I felt her hand and her long finger nails reach up under her cunt and cup my balls, teasing and pulling on them the opposite direction as I fucked her. My shaft was like a well-oiled machine now, moving in and out of her completely with every thrust before bottoming out within her and hitting the softness of the back of her pussy wall hard.

Denise now was fondling my balls in time with my fucking, squeezing them gently and moving her hand up and down over her own cunt as she tried to get us both off.

"Dean...I'm going to cum! Cum with me! ARRRGGHH!!" Denise moaned as she neared another orgasm. I felt my building and all it took was one more soft caress of my balls with her hand before I felt my seed speeding up through my shaft and exploding deep within her. Denise moaned in orgasm as she too came. I felt her juices explode all over my cock as I came, coating it from head to end.

I stayed buried in Denise as we leaned against the glass of the elevator wall. Finally Denise lowered her leg and climbed off of me. Putting her panties back on, she couldn't resist feeling me one more time and thrust herself onto me, embracing me in a deep and passionate kiss.

We were interrupted by the elevator technicians voice again.

"Sorry about that, I went to go grab a sandwich and then I come back and hear screaming. Everything ok in there?" the man said.

"Fine. You must be hearing things because uhh.." I said, my train of thought interrupted as I watched Denise scoop up a trail of cum that was running down her leg and then lick it off her finger. "uhh...we weren't screaming or anything,"

"Ok, maybe so. Well, we got the elevator fixed. We're going to try and bring you down right now, but you might want to hold on to something just in case," the man said. Denise and I quickly redressed and then she took hold of me as we felt the elevator descend.

A little rocky start at first, we reached the bottom in no time. Before the doors opened, Denise gave me another quick kiss and said "That was fun. Let's try that again sometime," Denise whispered to me before straightening out her blouse. The door to the elevator opened and we were greeted by three burly looking workmen standing around to see what yuppies were stranded in the elevator. I got a good deal of satisfaction however when I saw their jaws drop when they saw Denise step out of the elevator. All three were speechless as Denise and I walked to our cars.

"Cya around Dean. I'll let you know what I decide on the film, k?" Denise said, blowing me a kiss.

"Sure thing. I'll talk to you real soon," I said.

If only that would turn out to be true. The next few months, as you will soon learn, would prove to be some of the most trying of my life as love and danger take on a whole new meaning for me out here in Hollywood...

[Carnage Jackson]

Chapter 15: Natalie Portman

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Rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, I reclined back in my chair. Sitting at the large mahogany desk of my office, I stared out the window just a few feet away from me and watched the gentle rain trickle down the window pane outside. This was an uncharacteristic shower for this time of year, but things were so dry all over California that it was certainly appreciated. Outside the just fallen night was broken by the orange glow of radiant and buzzing street lamps all the way up the road as far as I could see. Other than the occasional car horn, the night seemed still and perfect.

I was startled by a knock on my open office door. It was Julie, my assistant, who was working as late as I was. Though I have recalled some quite wild tails in these past chapters of this journal, the truth is that I still have to maintain and do paperwork like everyone else out there. Tonight happened to be one of those nights.

"Working late too huh?" Julie said softly. She leaned against the side of the door frame with a few file folders in her hand, bouncing them absently on her hips.

For those who don't know, or may have forgotten, Julie is my personal assistant here at Shooting Star Talent Agency. Her mother used to work for my father before I took over the business when he passed away. Julie's mother left the agency as well, but she left her daughter there to help me out.

From day one, I knew that Julie was a beautiful woman. She seemed to be of Italian descent, with beautiful black hair and a rich olive complexion that often times seemed to reflect or radiate light. Her eyes were a deep emerald green and were set into her face perfectly, and her nose and lips were small as well. She had spent most of her life in California I later learned but even if she hadn't, she would have been one of the thousands of young girls who might have come here to LA to seek a movie career. I didn't know much about her past, other than that she had moved here with her mother when she was young due to "personal issues". I had never pressed the issue and didn't see a point in doing so. The California weather had been good to her, tonight's rainy drizzle aside, and she seemed to get more beautiful every day. Tonight she was wearing a red silk blouse that clung to her C cup chest tightly, billowing out at the neck line to expose her tan, flawless neck and upper cleavage, and a black skirt that barely went past her thighs. On almost any other woman, the outfit would have looked slutty but Julie made it look classy.

Due to my involvement with the celebrities of the firm that I have written about thus far, I never had tried to pursue a relationship with Julie. At first I thought she wasn't interested in me, but it seemed like I would catch her staring at me dreamily in occasional moments. I knew that when I started dating Alyssa Milano seriously a while back she became upset with me, using the "Don't mix work with pleasure" reasoning. After I ended up blowing that, she seemed to cool down and recently I could sense a bit of flirtation in her voice and actions when we spoke.

"Yea, just trying to finish up some of these contracts. I hate paperwork bullshit like this. It's just a bunch of hoop jumping the studio does to prevent both sides from getting the lawyers involved if our stars fucking up," I sighed, rubbing my hand through my hair.

"I understand. The unglamorous life of an agent I guess," Julie said with a small smile. "And his personal assistant of course, who is here just as late helping him," Julie said, putting her hands on her hips.

I chuckled at that and tapped a pen on my desk. "Yep. But hey, you know I appreciate everything you do for me, don't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"I guess I do," Julie said, staring out the window I was looking at minutes before. Walking over to the window, she turned her back to me and was silent for a moment.

I had leaned forward and was about to start my work again when Julie spoke.

"Dean, I know I've been a bitch to you sometimes around the office," she said.

"No, Julie you've kept me in line more than anything," I replied.

"I know that, but I also know that I've been preachy to you as well. You know, about you going out with clients of the agency, stuff like that," she continued, still facing away from me.

"Well, I've always appreciated your concern towards that but I think I can keep a good balance of things most of the time," I said, not really concentrating on what she was saying.

"I know you have. So far anyways. But, and I know this will sound hypocritical, but what are your feelings towards interoffice relationships?" Julie said.

I dropped my pen. "Well, that would all depend on the people I suppose. Why? Is Danny the mail boy fucking one of the receptionists?" I said, my throat suddenly getting a little dry.

"No. It's not that at all. In fact, it's something more personal...for me at least," Julie said. I could sense some tension in her voice and though I knew where she was going with this, I didn't want to make the wrong move by jumping to conclusions.

"I just wanted to know your feelings towards a relationship with say a boss and his...personal assistant," Julie said, trailing off the last part so that it was barely audible. Julie turned to face me and the dim light of the room caught her emerald eyes at just the right angle so that I could read her almost perfectly. Shining brightly, her eyes had this look of nervousness and excitement, combined with affection all rolled into one. My suspicions were true, she DID have feelings towards me. Acting cool, I made one more pretense to try and make sure I wouldn't look like an ass.

"Well, that is something I'm not quite sure on regarding my feelings. I'd have to know exact names perhaps," I said, turning to face Julie in my chair.

"Names huh? Well, let's see. The girl is obviously..." she said softly. "Me. And the man's name is...Dean," she said softly. I saw her hand on the folder was shaking a little. She clearly wasn't used to making the first move, which makes sense given her looks. Now that it was out in the open, I considered my words carefully.

"Wow. Well Julie, I never had thought about you in that way," I said and I saw her face drop a little, so I acted quick to keep from crushing her. "But, that doesn't mean I don't think it can't work. In fact, I'd be more than willing to give it a try," I said, gazing deep into her eyes as I spoke. The truth was, I had considered it before but had never pursued. Now that she was throwing herself on me, I thought it was worth a try to do it.

Julie's eyes had lit up when I spoke and I knew she was excited. Taking a step towards me, she leaned forward and kissed me, falling into my chair. The kiss was extremely passionate as I felt her tongue snake into my mouth. Her mouth was hot and soft as I moved my tongue into hers as well. Julie leaned into me, pressing the weight of her large breasts into my chest. I could feel her nipples stiffening through the fabric and I could tell she was definitely excited about finally getting what she wanted. Julie's hair hung in front of her face as we kissed and the silkiness of it brushed against my cheek. Julie swept it aside and broke our kiss, out of breath a little.

"I've wanted to do that for so long Dean, you have no idea. Ever since I saw you, I've wanted to kiss you like that and feel you pressed against me," Julie said.

"Yes, that was great Julie," I replied.

"Now, why don't you let me try something else I've wanted to do since you got here," Julie said with a sly smile. I nodded in reply, giving her permission to do with me as she wanted.

Putting her hands inside my shirt, I felt her fingers slide across my chest. Her hands were warm and soft. Suddenly, she took hold of my shirt and ripped it open, the room filling with the sound of the fabric tearing. Buttons went flying everywhere as Julie opened my shirt. Dropping her head down to my chest, she ran her tongue around my right nipple, sucking and licking on it just to tease me, and then made her way to the other nipple and did the same. Un-tucking my shirt, she slid it off over my shoulders. Julie was now sitting on my lap in my over-stuffed leather desk chair. Balancing on my legs, she moved her hands up to her own shirt.

Rubbing her hands over her breasts seductively, teasing and getting her own nipples hard, Julie unbuttoned and pulled off her blouse. Her breasts jiggled a little as she sat just a few inches from me in her lacy black bra. I moved my hands out and palmed her breasts with my hands, rubbing my fingers over and around her warm flesh, flicking her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Julie moaned in contentment as I slid my hands down to her trim and firm belly, taking hold of her by her hips. Julie reached her arms around back and gave me a sexy smile as she unclasped her bra and let it slide forward on her shoulders onto my lap.

Her firm, perky breasts were now free of their last entrapment and were more glorious than I imagined. As dark complexioned as she was, Julie's breasts had no instance of a tan line and were the same skin tone as the rest of her body. Her nipples were a very light shade of pink and covered a good deal of the front of her breasts. I had always thought they had been enhanced somewhat, but now that they hung firm and without a hint of sag in front of me, I knew that Julie had been blessed with a gift from nature.

"Now that we have that taken care of," Julie said with a sigh. "Let's get back to what I wanted to do,"

Julie slowly slid off my lap, my fingers trailing off of her breasts as she did so, and got down on her knees in front of me. Unzipping my slacks with one hand, Julie masterfully worked my pants and boxer shorts down and off my legs. I was already almost at full mast in hardness, but once her hand grazed my balls and took hold of my shaft, it was like an electrical current ran through my dick, hardening it like a steel rod.

Julie moved her hand up and down my shaft slowly at first, rubbing her thumb across the head of my cock with every up and down stroke, playing with my foreskin.

"I had heard rumors," Julie said quietly as she jacked me off at a slow, maddening pace, her eyes never leaving my tool. "About your father's size...and your size. I never believed it to be true. Until now of course," she said.

Guilty as charged I suppose. My semi hard cock had turned into a 9 inch monster almost instantly when she laid her hands on me, and now it was almost painfully hard.

Julie adjusted herself on the floor, her naked back pressed against one of the file cabinets of my desk. Crawling up towards me, her mouth hovered over my dick as she positioned herself to take it in her mouth. Her hot, soft breath was an incredible tease and I found myself panting and sweating in the moment of anticipation. Lowering her mouth and soft lips on top of my head, she slowly slid her tongue out of her mouth as she worked more and more of my cock into her mouth. I felt her cheeks bulge a little as she finally got all of my meat into her throat, an impressive task that few women had done before.

Julie began slowly moving her mouth up and down my shaft like she had done minutes before with her hand. Sucking hard on my cock with each downward motion, Julie's tongue slid around my cock erratically. Pulling her mouth off of my shaft to catch her breath, Julie again quickly moved her mouth down onto me, picking up her pace. Her tongue and lips would occasionally slide off of me, but only for a moment so that she could lick and tease the purple head of my hard cock, savoring the taste of my pre-cum.

The blowjob she was giving me, an incredible one by any standards, had been going on for over 15 minutes before I got that all too familiar feeling of cum bubbling up. Julie's pace and tempo had kept me from cumming longer than almost any celebrity ever had, and I knew that this load would be a big one.

"Julie...I'm gonna cum!" I panted.

Julie looked up at me, her emerald eyes lost deep in mine. She pulled her mouth off of me, but left her acrobatic tongue to slide all the way up my shaft, tickling the head as the final tease. That was enough to do it for me, and I felt my cum escape from me like a rocket, shooting straight up out of my shaft and an inch or so into the air. Just as quickly as she had taken her mouth off, Julie put it right beneath the eruption and caught the first few spurts directly on her tongue and lips. The rest of my flood landed on her cheek and nose, a small trickle sliding down her beautiful neck before stopping right above the nipple of her right breast.

Julie licked her lips and cheek clean, smearing what cum had remained on her into her breasts. I was still amazingly hard, and I grabbed her by the shoulders to pull her up to me. Standing up, it was my turn to tear.

Grabbing her skirt by the waistband, I unbuttoned it in one place and pulled it off of her in one swift motion. Julie was left standing there in front of me now in just black panties that matched her bra. I could see a bit of moisture forming between her legs, signaling she was just as excited as I was.

"Ooohh...I like a man who is forceful," Julie cooed, slipping her thumbs into her panties and pulling them down over her hips. I was surprised to see that she was shaven bare, but that her aroused pussy lips were already damp with her own moisture and juices. We were both naked now, as Julie spread her legs over me and sat down almost on my belly, her hairless pussy just inches from my dribbling, hard cock. Rocking her ass back and forth on me, Julie slowly slid her cunt up to my shaft and rubbed it (and her juices) up and down my hardness. She had tremendous strength and balance in her arms and I wondered to myself if she had been a gymnast or dancer in her younger years.

I took hold of my cock in my hand and pointed it up towards her waiting hole, knowing that we were both well lubricated for what was to come. Guiding her by her hips, I slowly lowered Julie onto my shaft as she sunk down onto me.

Julie moaned loudly, filling our entire 3000 square foot office with her cries of ecstasy. Julie's snatch was incredibly tight and it felt like she almost had to stretch to accommodate me.

"Sorry about that," Julie panted, rubbing her hands up and down my chest. "I've never had a cock so big inside me. God, I feel so full!"

I smiled devilishly and began to work myself in and out of her, guiding her up and down off of my lap. My balls occasionally would smack against the cleft of her ass, adding extra pleasure and excitement to her already aroused lower region.

Julie grinded herself up and down on top of me, closing her eyes and savoring the feeling every time she would fall downwards onto me. I was enjoying the feel of her soft, warm cunt, but my legs were getting sore from having to support her. Using my free hand, I swept aside the papers on my desk and lifted her up onto the heavy wooden surface.

Laying down on the desk, Julie was able to spread her legs wider and give me better access to her pussy. I picked up my pace in hammering into her, guiding myself in and out of her with one hand and using my other to rub her clit back and forth between my fingers. It was difficult keeping my fingers inside of her cunt, as she was writhing around like a woman possessed on top of the desk. I felt Julie's body tense up under me and then shudder as she exploded in orgasm.

"OHHHHH YESSSS!!! DEANNNNNNNNNN YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG!" Julie cried out as her juices exploded out from inside her pussy like a firework. The room soon filled with the squishing sound as I used her cum for better lubrication and continued to thrust in and out of her twat.

I moved my hand up and rubbed it over her breasts, teasing and massaging her nipples while I used the edge of my desk as support to get even deeper into her than I had before. I felt her inner walls stretch around me as I bottomed out within her completely now. Julie's large round nipples stiffened even harder now as she orgasmed again, her snatch and my inner thighs now totally covered in her juices.

Her mind-blowing blow job had given me extra stamina and I kept slamming into her for what felt like hours, rocking the desk back and forth on it's wooden legs as we both kept pace with each other during our fucking. Julie had stopped thrashing finally and was now thrusting her hips up at me every chance she got, urging me on towards orgasm.

I felt my cockhead expand some and then felt a torrent of cum shoot out of my cock deep into her pussy. Julie crisscrossed her legs around my waist, thrusting me deeper into her as I came, lining the insides of her cunt with stream after stream of hot sticky cum.

I kept on fucking her until my now well-worn dick went soft and slid out of her with a soft squishing sound. We had made quite a puddle beneath us, our cum pooling around the inside of Julie's thighs and covering her shaved pussy and tight ass with sticky juices.

That night, we went back to my house and fucked for even longer than before, until Julie passed out on top of me in exhaustion. Both of us called in sick the next day and we slept on and off and made love like two horny rabbits.

Over the next few weeks, our relationship grew, although this was mostly Julie's doing. Every day I would have some sort of gift waiting for me on my desk. As the weeks ran on, the gifts became more and more erotic. The first day had been flowers, the fifth nude pictures of her and by our two week anniversary Julie had slipped pairs of moist, cum coated panties into my desk when I wasn't looking. Each gift was accompanied by a note that, like the gifts, was more and more erotic every day.

The truth of the matter was, while the sex was great and the gifts were almost always a constant turn on, the relationship didn't seem to be moving past that. We had very little in common in regards to music or even movies, ironic given the sort of business we were in. And the phone calls. My God the phone calls. They had seemed innocent at first, calling to say things like "I'm so horny sitting here thinking about you," and "I can't wait till tonight when I can fuck your brains out," to things a little more disturbing. One night during our 3rd week together she called and left 15 messages on my machine while I was out at friends and forgot to turn my cell phone on. The messages were especially disturbing, as they bordered on desperate. "I miss you, call me," and "Where are you? Are you mad at me?" and "If you are out with another woman I swear I'll kill myself,"

This last message was enough to convince me that this needed to stop. But I was in an awkward position now, as she did work for me and if I didn't handle it properly she could sue me for sexual harassment, let alone ruin my reputation around the office. I called her into my office the next day.

Julie wasted no time trying to turn me on, dropping to her knees to start giving me one of her patented killer blowjobs before I stopped her. She looked hurt but obliged and climbed up on my desk.

"Julie, listen. About you and me..." I said, watching her reaction. I had thought about doing this for a few days but had been hesitant after I remembered the "personal issues" she had mentioned to me before. "I don't think this is going to work out. We are just too different of people. Don't get me wrong, the sex is great and I do love a lot of things about you but quite frankly, this relationship feels really unhealthy,"

Julie's face changed like a mask every second it seemed as the words left my mouth. First she looked shocked, then on the verge of tears, followed by an angry hateful look and confusion. Finally she settled on a half angry, half shocked persona.

"I...I don't understand. I did everything for you. You said it would work out!" Julie said, a little bit of sadness in her voice.

"No," I corrected her. "YOU said it would work out. I said we should try. I just don't see our relationship being real long term and that's what I'm looking for these days,"

"Oh really," Julie said spitefully. "Is that why you fuck any little cunt that walks in this office or has a b-movie credit to her name!" Her voice was rising and I moved to quiet her.

"Shhh! Don't say that about the clients! And you know that it's not true," I replied, speaking in a lowered tone.

"Whatever. You know you can't keep your dick in your pants any more than any guy can. You think you are hot shit because you are the head of a talent agency. But you aren't anything without me. I quit," Julie said indignantly, crossing her arms across her chest and getting off the desk to leave.

"Julie wait! You can't quit! I need you more than anything here! I'm lost without you," I said, getting up to stop her from leaving.

"I should have known better than to trust you. And to think, I thought we were meant to be together," Julie said. This last phrase sent a chill down my spine for some reason as I realized how truly obsessed with me she had become.

"Julie look. Why don't you take the company credit card and go on a vacation. Your choice, stay as long as you want," I said, reaching into my wallet and pulling out a credit card.

Julie shot me another spiteful look but took the card.

"Fine. I'll go. But don't hold your breath on me coming back," Julie said, storming out of the room and slamming the door behind her.

I walked over to my chair and sat down, sighing as I tried to focus on work again.

Things went pretty well for the next week or so. Business was picking up with more clients signing up to the firm and our already banked stars raking in bucks at the box office. I had to stay at my desk pretty much all week but I had anticipated the weekend when I would get to meet up with one of my favorite clients, Natalie Portman.

Natalie was in LA to go visit Industrial Light & Magic and record some dialog for the upcoming Star Wars: Episode II. Natalie had always been one of my favorite stars, even when I was younger and watched her film debut in The Professional. We had never talked in person before but I was looking forward to doing so and give her a tour of Los Angeles if we had time.

That Saturday, I had Leonard (the company limo driver) pick me up at my house and head out to the airport to pick Natalie up. I waited for her at the gate and almost missed her as she walked past. Though strikingly beautiful, Natalie had the uncanny ability to blend in with a crowd as just another cute, brown haired young girl. It took her standing directly in front of me for me to blink and see that she was right there. Natalie was dressed as a normal girl her age would dress, wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt from The Gap. She only had one small carry on bag in her small hand and a purse slung over her shoulder.

"Dean? Are you Dean Simonds?" Natalie said, catching my attention.

"Who? Oh, yes! Yes I am! Gosh Natalie, I didn't see you there! For someone so beautiful, you were impossible to spot coming up the gate!" I said, dumbfounded that I didn't recognize my own client.

Natalie blushed a little at my compliment. "Thanks. It was tougher for me, because I've never seen you in person. Well, nice to meet you," Natalie said, extending her hand. I shook it and then took her bag from her, making our way out to the loading area of the airport.

"So Natalie, how are things going for you? You haven't had a movie out for a while, are you still thinking about leaving the business?" I said, making chit chat while we waited for Leonard to pull up with the car.

"Well, it's a lot of fun making movies but the hours are so long. I still don't know yet, I just want to get the Star Wars films done before I even THINK of doing another movie," Natalie said, pushing aside a loose strand of hair that had fallen across her face.

After pulling up, Leonard smiled broadly as he opened the door for Natalie and myself. Throwing her suitcase in the trunk, we headed off down the freeway.

"Things still going good for you at school? Making straight A's?" I asked Natalie, opening the mini fridge and getting her and myself a bottle of water.

"Not straight A's, but if I keep it up I'm sure I'll graduate with honors. College is so much different than Hollywood. I mean, you meet all kinds of people in both places, but in college no one seems to care if you are a star or not. You are just another number on the admissions list, another person paying that hefty tuition," Natalie said, sipping from her water and leaning forward to look at me from across the seat. I could smell a faint waft of her perfume from where I sat, and the scent was quite fragrant and enjoyable.

"That's good. Now I know you are at an Ivy league school. Which one again?" I asked.

"Well, it's kind of a poorly guarded secret. All those obsessive Internet fans finally found it out. But yea, I'm at..." Natalie said, but she was cut off by Leonard on the intercom.

"We're here Mr. Simonds, Ms. Portman," Leonard said over the crackly intercom. The car came to a halt and then was flooded with the bright LA sunshine as Leonard opened the door to escort us out.

I stayed with Natalie for most of the day, watching her record dialog in a soundstage while she watched very rough footage of the special effects for Episode II on the screen in front of her. I felt privileged, not only to be able to see some of the upcoming film before anyone else, but that I got to spend the day with Natalie.

We walked a few blocks from ILM to a vegetarian cafe and had a quiet lunch. I found Natalie to be incredibly funny and a great person to just hang out with as we sat and ate and talked. She was a little tired from the time difference, but she still seemed to be in good spirits and enjoying herself. I know I was certainly enjoying her company.

Natalie went back to record some more dialog and I spent the rest of the afternoon getting a tour of the studio and finally met Natalie outside the building around 5:00 where Leonard was waiting.

"Are you up for a night on the town Natalie? I know great restaurants that won't be too busy but still have great food and service," I said, holding the door open for her. Climbing in, Natalie smiled at me.

"I'd love to Dean. But let me go back to my hotel and change first. I need a shower," Natalie said.

Leonard drove us back to her hotel and Natalie promised she would be ready in about two hours. I headed back to the office to change into something a little nicer and barely made it back to Natalie's hotel in just under 2 hours.

Leonard and myself waited for Natalie in the lobby and were quite amazed when she came out of the elevator down the hall of the large lobby of the hotel. Wearing a light blue blouse and a khaki knee length dress, Natalie portrayed her normal person look even further. Natalie had only applied a little bit of makeup and lipstick but it certainly enhanced her natural beauty to a greater extent. Her long brown hair had been curled at the ends since we last saw her and as she got closer the enchanting perfume she had been wearing earlier had been retouched. She looked amazing - beautiful, sexy - and without even trying to be.

"Hi guys. Thanks for waiting on me, I had to put these little curls in my hair," Natalie said as she approached us, running her hand lightly through the curls.

"Not a problem, we have all night. Hope you are ready to eat at one of the better spots of LA," I said, taking Natalie's arm in my mine as we walked out of the hotel. Leonard walked right behind us, and even though he was at least 30 years her senior, he still was checking out her ass like a teenage boy.

Leonard lead us back to the limo and we drove through downtown LA towards our destination, a Greek restaurant on the north side of the city. It was very upscale, not so trendy that you needed reservations months in advance, but I had made them anyways a few weeks earlier for Julie and I, just to be on the safe side. Now with Julie gone, I was happy to use them with Natalie.

Pulling in, I took Natalie by the hand and led her out of the car. Leonard told me he was going to go park in a nearby garage and watch the Lakers game in the back of the car, and to page him when we were ready to be picked up. I agreed, and Natalie and I went in to have a quiet dinner.

I knew there had been chemistry between us from earlier in the afternoon, but that was further accentuated over dinner. We ate and chatted till the food came, sharing personal stories about our different lifestyles. Natalie told me about the faithful night when she had been spotted by a Revlon agent a pizza parlor and how her life had changed ever since. I recalled growing up not having a father, or at least one I knew other than the extravagant gifts sent to me and my mother during the holidays. Natalie and I bonded, not only on a physical level (it was clear early on that she was flirting with me, which was surprising given her known reputation of not dating anyone) but on an emotional and mental level. We both had been studious in high school and I found that she liked many of the same books and authors I did. I cringed at the thought of her having to leave in a few days, but I tried to sweep that out of my mind and focus on the here and now.

After we finished dinner and were waiting on dessert, I paged Leonard to have him ready to pick us up in 20 minutes or so. Being a Saturday night, I knew it would take him that long to get here, despite being only a few blocks away. Both Natalie and I had wanted to order the same dessert, so we decided to just get one and split it.

A Strawberry sorbet with vanilla ice cream and strawberry topping, the dessert was very sweet and delicious. I had a hard time enjoying it however, as I suddenly became very alert when I felt Natalie's hand rested on top of mine while we each took bites of the dessert. Maybe this night would turn out even better than I had thought.

We both made little flirtatious moves with each other, feeding each other the dessert and what not. By the time we were done, I realized we had been there for 40 minutes and that we had kept Leonard waiting.

"Uh-oh. Leonard's been outside for 20 minutes now," I said to Natalie as she finished off the last of the sorbet. "We had better pay and get out there. He's a nice guy but he hates to be kept waiting,"

Natalie laughed, a very soft a delicate laugh that I had fallen in love with the first time I heard it. "You are right. I'd hate to get left and have to walk back to the hotel!" Natalie said jokingly.

"Oh don't worry, I'd be right here to protect you. I can't fight real well but I can...ummm...scream real loud," I said. Natalie laughed again at my lame joke and leaned against me as we made our way out of the restaurant. The feeling of her small, delicate body against mine was enough to create a stirring in my pants.

Walking back, cars buzzed past us and horns honked occasionally as we walked away from the main road. By the time we got down to the side street near the parking garage, the roads were almost deserted except for an occasional car.

I was getting a little nervous about our location in the alleyway, but my fears were eased when I spotted the limo sitting in the abandoned garage.

"That's strange. Maybe Leonard couldn't hear the page because he had the game turned up too loud," I said as we got closer to the car. Even more odd was the fact that I couldn't hear any noise from inside the car. When we finally made it to the car, I looked in all the windows. Leonard was nowhere to be seen.

"Hmmm...he's not here. I wonder where he went?" I muttered out loud. Natalie had been standing back a few feet while I was peering inside the car and was alternating her weight on each foot.

"I'm sure he will be back soon. Let's just wait in the car for him. It’s creepy out here," Natalie said a little impatiently.

I had a spare key to open the door so Natalie and I climbed into the back and sat waiting. The car was dark and it was tough moving around without being able to see.

"Ooof!" Natalie said as I accidentally bumped and fell into her, knocking her backwards onto the seat of the limo.

"Sorry! Sorry! I couldn't see where I was going," I said. I realized that I was on top of Natalie Portman, in an empty limousine, in the dark.

"That's ok. My fault for not moving fast enough," Natalie said.

Adjusting my weight so that I wasn't laying totally on top of her, I propped myself up by my arms by her chest. Our faces were just inches apart and suddenly the car was filled with an awkward silence.

"Ummm...Dean...I was wondering if maybe you would...this sounds dumb, I can't believe I'm saying it...consider having a...umm...long distance relationship with someone," Natalie said awkwardly, stumbling over her words a bit. It was strange hearing a girl so normally composed and sophisticated struggling to get her words out.

"Natalie, are you asking me out?" I said, smiling down at her.

"Yes, I guess I am. So would you think about it?" Natalie asked, biting on her bottom lip out of nervousness.

"To be honest Natalie," I said with a sigh. I studied her eyes as I spoke and thought I saw her flinch with where she thought I was going with the conversation. "All I've been able to think about all night is how much I want to kiss you," I said.

Natalie's eyes went bright, the deep brown in them shimmering almost in the pitch black.

"Really? Because I've wanted to kiss you too," Natalie said in a breathy voice. Leaning down, I didn't let her say anything and just kissed her. Natalie's lips were warm and soft, not dry but just moist enough to make the kiss feel wonderful. Natalie returned the kiss, lifting her head off of the seat cushion to meet my mouth.

I felt Natalie's tongue slip from between her lips and enter my mouth. It was small and delicate as it moved past my own and explored inside my mouth. I slowly slid my own into hers and we allowed them to dance with each other passionately.

The kiss was brief, but very intense. I hated to break it. "Wow...was that what you wanted?" Natalie asked, almost out of breath. "That was exactly what I wanted," I said with a smile. Natalie initiated the next kiss now, pulling me closer to her by putting her hands on my cheeks. I allowed myself to be pulled and we were quickly back to our passions. I hadn't felt such raw energy and feeling in making out in a long time. At least since Alyssa Milano.

Sex with all the other celebrities had been wonderful but something felt so wonderful being so close to Natalie and embracing her like I was now. It didn't matter at all who she was or who I was, I just wanted to stay like this for as long as I could.


Natalie tried to pull me over to her, but we both accidentally tumbled off of the seat of the limo and onto the floor. Now it was Natalie who lay atop me, her head resting on my chest as we both laughed at our clumsiness.

Our eyes met in the darkness and again I saw such strength and emotion in her gaze, one of intelligence but also a flicker of lust. We lay like that for a few minutes, Natalie just listening to me breath.

Without saying a word however, Natalie slid down my chest towards my belt and pants. "Natalie...what are you doing?" I asked. She just smiled at me and continued her way down, moving her small nimble fingers up and down my crotch and towards my zipper. Pulling it down, I gasped a little as she slid her hand into my pants and into my boxers.

Fondling my cock with her hands, it quickly grew rock hard at her touch. I felt her reach further into my boxers and pull my hard shaft out and into the air of the car.

Parting her hair to one side so it didn't get in the way, Natalie lowered her mouth to the side of it and gave the side of my shaft a lick. Like an ice cream cone or lollipop, Natalie would slowly lick from base to head of my dick, not saying a word but never breaking eye contact with me.

The feeling was incredible and knowing that we had made a special bond between us just further elevated my feelings. This wasn't just meaningless sex, this was a true sign of love from someone who I was beginning to grow very attached to.

Natalie now was putting inch by inch of my shaft into her mouth, slowly lowering her head as her throat worked down and around my 9 inch member. Natalie seemed to be enjoying herself as well, as I saw her nipples begin to harden in her shirt.

When all of my cock was in her mouth, Natalie sucked on it gently like a popsicle, creating a tremendous feeling with the suction of her young hot mouth.

Natalie's head bobbed up and down on me slowly, her tongue occasionally snaking around my shaft and rubbing it up and down to give an added feeling of pleasure. Her hand was now underneath my balls. She was teasing and fondling me with her fingers, rubbing them through the hair around my nuts.

The tickling of her hands made my balls tighten and she seemed to know that I was close to cumming. I had no idea how experienced she was at this but she seemed to know how to please a man, no doubt.

"Natalie, I'm about to...cum!" was all I could muster before I felt the hot seed boiling up inside my cock. Natalie didn't seem to be phased and in fact seemed to work her throat and mouth harder, ready to milk me for all that it was worth.

And cum did I. Like a torrential flood, I felt virtually every ounce of cum I had shoot forth from the head of my cock down Natalie's waiting throat. She continued to suck and lick up every bit of the sweet seed she could taste, not even allowing a trickle to run out of her mouth. My orgasm lasted for at least 30 seconds before I felt the last little bit finish up and my dick go almost completely soft.

Natalie finished swallowing it all down and wiped her mouth with one delicate little finger, even taking the consideration to zip me back up and put my softening prick back into my pants.

I was sweating now and sat up in the car, lifting Natalie onto the seat. I was more than prepared to return the favor by licking and sucking her pussy to orgasm. As I positioned myself in front of her crotch, Natalie waiting excitedly for what I was about to do, the car was suddenly rocked from behind her by what felt like a kick.

I paused momentarily to make sure that that I wasn't imagining things, but Natalie was looking at me with a puzzled look on her face too. There it was again! The car rocked by a kick coming from the end of the car, without a doubt. We both listened attentively and I could have sworn I heard a muffled cry.

"What the hell is that?" I said, getting up on my knees and listening to the back of the car. The kicking had stopped, so I put my face to one of the dark tinted windows. It was dark but I didn't make out any movement outside the car.

"Let's go see what that was," I said, making my way to the door. "Stay behind me and don't get out of the car till I say,"

Natalie nodded in agreement as I slowly opened the door. I was nervous as hell and knew that my fast beating heart wasn't from the orgasm I had had moments before.

Stepping out of the car, the parking garage was deserted like it was when we got there. Glancing down at my watch, I saw that it was 12:13 AM, almost an hour after I called Leonard to come pick us up. I was really worried now and very nervous as I made my way to the back of the car.

Much to my surprise, there was nothing there, nor anywhere near the car. Natalie had poked her head out to watch me. I was going to get back in the car and chalk it up to imagination when I heard the same thumping again in the trunk.

Natalie was very much scared now and despite my warnings, got out of the car to join me. Standing very close to me, we stood in front of the trunk, watching it. My hand shaking, I reached into my pant pocket and got out my keys to the car.

A million thoughts ran through my mind as I put the key in the trunk and unlocked it. Stepping back a little, I tentatively lifted the lid and prepared myself for just about anything.

Inside the trunk lay Leonard, hands and feet tied behind his back and his head bleeding from a nasty blow to the head. He looked scared out of his mind and like a total wreck. When he realized it was me, he began screaming into the duct tape over his mouth to help him.

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, trying to understand what was going on. Natalie looked to be in shock too, her eyes wide and her face a very pale shade of white. I reached into the trunk and slowly lifted Leonard (all 245 pounds of him) out of the trunk and set him on his knees beside the limo.

Leonard pleaded and begged at me to take off the tape on his mouth and free his hands. I bent down to do so when, my senses on full alert from the adrenaline, I heard a very loud *click* behind me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a female voice said. I spun around sharply on my heel to face the voice. Out of the shadows of a nearby pillar came Julie. And she was holding a very large gun.

"Juu..Julie! What the hell are you doing?" I said loudly. Julie began to walk towards us, the gun never wavering off of it's aim right into my chest. Looking past Julie, I realized how much of an isolated area we were in. Even if we screamed, the chances of someone hearing us from so deep in the garage were very slim.

"I'm holding you at gun point. What the fuck does it LOOK like I'm doing," Julie said sarcastically. "Oh, who is the little slut? You just don't waste any time do you Dean?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Natalie leaning against the wall of the parking garage, petrified with fear. Her mouth moved like she was going to speak but no words came out.

"That's...that's Natalie Portman. I'm showing her LA," I said. I was amazed at how calm my voice was, given the situation.

"Oh, that's great. Just fucking wonderful. I watched you get in the limo an hour ago. Were you in there fucking her? Did you stick it to her real hard and tell her you loved her like you did ME?" Julie said, stepping even closer now.

Julie's face was contorting as she spoke and she looked extremely frazzled, like she hadn't slept in days. Her eyes were black with bags of stress and despite her normally pretty looks, she looked down right deranged.

"Hey, listen, I don't know who you think you are but," Natalie finally said softly, trying to stick up for herself.

Suddenly the air was filled with the ear piercing scream of a bullet whizzing past my ear no less than a foot away. I heard it hit behind me as it sunk deep into the wall of the parking garage, missing Natalie by a few feet as well. She screamed and fell to the ground in fright, clutching herself tightly against the wall.

"How about you just shut up now?" Julie said, speaking to Natalie. She turned the gun back to me.

"So Dean, you've moved on. Well I haven't. I loved you! We were meant to be together! Why can't you see that?" Julie said, putting a hand to her forehead in distress.

"Julie, if you could just put the gun down and let us talk about this, I'm sure..." I said before being cut off again.

"WHAT? TALK!!! YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TALK WHEN YOU DUMPED ME! WHY SHOULD I LET YOU TALK NOW!!!" Julie screamed at me, her voice echoing off the walls of the parking garage.

"Julie, I" I tried to speak but it was simply impossible. "YOU! YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Julie screamed again, pointing the gun at me again, just a few inches from my forehead. "I'M THE ONE TALKING HERE!"

I put my hands up in apology and didn't speak. "Good. That's better. Now I don't have to yell," Julie said calmly. This was like a bad action movie. I hoped it would have a happy ending. She lowered the gun from my head and took a step back but still held the gun out at arms length. A part of me wanted to be the hero and jump in and grab the gun from her but with her willingness to fire off shots, I rejected the idea quickly.

"You know Dean, our relationship is like poor Leonard here," Julie said, walking over to him. Leonard cringed like a hurt dog as she approached, closing his eyes in fear of what might happen next.

"It started off young and hot, passion and energy fueling everything we did. You said it yourself, the sex was great. But all good things must come to an end right?" Julie said, walking around Leonard slowly in a circle.

"After a while, YOU seemed to think that it was getting old. Out of shape. Not so much balding like Leonard here, but just...falling apart," Julie said, running her hand through Leonard's sweat and blood covered hair.

"And then you tell me, 'Julie, it's not working out. It's over." Julie said, doing a rough male voice in imitation of me. "Well Dean, I'm here tonight to show you that no matter what tramp you pick up after me," Julie said, nodding her head towards the cowering Natalie. "I can finish things and make sure they are over too,"

Her last words were chilling to the bone and I felt myself shudder as she spoke. But what she did next was something that I couldn't have prepared for.

Sticking the barrel of the gun to the side of Leonard's head, Julie pulled the trigger.

The garage echoed again with both the sound of the blast and the screams of Natalie and I in total shock. Leonard's body fell limply to the ground, his head making a sickening sound as it hit the pavement.

"See, like Leonard here, I think you and I are finished," Julie said calmly, holding the gun by her side. "Now, if you and Princess Leia over there will kindly get into the car, I'd like to go finish this relationship in a place a little more private,"

Frozen in place mentally, I felt my legs moving of there own accord as I walked towards the passenger side of the car. I couldn't think straight, all I saw before me, playing over and over again in my head was Leonard's death. I got into the car and sat calmly, afraid to move or think or barely even breath.

Julie had to grab Natalie by the hair to get her to move towards the car. She was still shaking and began to sob a little as she climbed in. Julie walked quickly around to the driver's side and got in, the keys already in the ignition.

Like a bullet we were off and out of the parking garage, the tires of the car squealing as we pulled out. I managed to glance in the rearview mirror, seeing for the last time the body of Leonard lying there on the ground.

Driving like a bat out of hell, Julie easily maneuvered around the light traffic of LA at this time of night. She got on the freeway and headed towards the mountains. Neither Natalie nor I spoke the entire way, but Julie managed to blather on and on about anything and everything relating to herself.

After about 20 minutes on the road, I realized where Julie was headed: My home. She had been there numerous times and even knew the password to the gate to let herself in. I wondered silently to myself if she had ever entered the house when I wasn't at home.

We arrived a few minutes later and I helped Natalie get out of the car, as her (and my) legs seemed to be made of jelly. Walking around in front of us, Julie led the way up the long driveway towards my front door. Her back to me, I knew that if I wanted to keep Natalie and myself alive, I would have to do something.

Thinking quickly, I remembered the motion sensing lights on the edge of the driveway. As I continued walking, I bent down quietly and picked out one of the large stones from my cobble driveway. With Julie just a few yards from the house, I made my move.

Throwing a little bit behind me, I made sure that the rock I hurled landed just far enough off for Julie to realize that it was caused by something other than us. The throw worked like a charm, setting off a bright light that caught Julie's attention out of the corner of her eye.

Spinning around sharply, Julie looked to see what had set off the sensor. This was my chance. Running up to her quickly, I dove into her at the waist and sent Julie flying to the ground, her arms flailing and the gun flying to the ground. I fell on top of Julie like a sheet, pinning her arms down to the ground. Fighting me every way she could, I felt her mouth on my arm as she bit into me hard enough to make me bleed.

I made the mistake of pulling my arm away and that was all it took for her to get away from me. She scrambled on the ground, trying to get the gun.

Natalie, who had been virtually comatose through this whole situation, had beaten both of us to it and now held it out in front of her.

Julie and I stopped wrestling on the ground and got up. "Hand me the gun Natalie," I said, walking towards her. Natalie was shaking uncontrollably, the gun bouncing up and down in her grip.

"Who the hell is this woman Dean? Why is she kidnapping you? Why did she kill that poor limo driver?" Natalie screamed, her eyes wide as they darted back and forth between Julie and me. I walked closer.

"Natalie, just hand me the gun and I will explain," I said as I got closer to her. Reaching my arm out, Natalie let it into my hand as she dropped her arm to her side. Now it was Julie's turn to take control, and I felt her lunge suddenly at the arm that I was now holding the gun in.

What exactly happened next I'm not sure. I spun around on my foot to try and get away from her but her arms were batting at me from what seemed like every direction. I held onto the gun, but somehow Julie got right in it's way and the trigger went off.

Falling backwards to the ground, Julie clutched her shoulder in pain, her screaming filling the quiet woods around my house.

Walking over to her, I stood above Julie with the gun aimed directly at her to let her know not to move.

"Natalie, go call 911," I said to her, my eyes never leaving Julie laying there beneath me writhing in pain.

The police arrived a few minutes later as well as the paramedics who strapped Julie onto a gurney and loaded her into an ambulance and drove away.

By the time the police were done with their initial questions, it was 9:00 AM the next morning. I told them where we had been eating and where they would find Leonard's body. Anything I had said was backed up by Natalie as we revealed to them what Julie had planned on doing to us.

The front page of Variety as well as the LA Times ran the story about what happened: "NATALIE PORTMAN AND AGENT KIDNAPPED, ALMOST KILLED". The press storm was enormous. CNN and all the major news networks converged on my house and the Greek restaurant area where we had eaten, broadcasting our "daring tale" around the world. Thankfully for both of our sakes, what Natalie and I had been doing in the limo never got out.

For the next week or so, life was hectic. Natalie wasn't allowed to go back home because of the police investigation, so she stayed at my house, never leaving unless with me. I closed down the office for the week I was gone, after the fax machine was jammed and broken from the questions and requests for interviews came pouring in.

Julie had suffered a shattered shoulder and collarbone as a result of the bullet and was now being treated in the psychiatric ward of LA County General Hospital. She wasn't going to be released until after her arraignment and trial hearing for the murder of Leonard Walker and the attempted murder of Natalie and myself.

After things finally did die down, with the press moving on to the next big story, Natalie informed me that she would be leaving the next morning.

"So tonight may be the last time I see you, huh?" Natalie said as she packed her one suitcase she had brought.

"Well, I guess there is always the trial. But that's not what I'm going to expect to be a fun experience," I remarked to her as I stood in the doorway and watched her pack.

Natalie walked over to me, looking up and deep into my eyes like she had before. "Dean, I wanted to thank you for saving my life. I will never in my life forget you or the risk you took to save us both from Julie and whatever she had in store for us," Natalie said.

"Natalie, for you, I'd have taken that bullet that Leonard..." I said, trailing off. "I know you would have," Natalie said softly. "That's why I wanted to give you something I have not given anyone else,"

"What's that?" I asked. Natalie blushed a little. "I think...you know," A light went off in my head and I knew exactly what she meant. "Oh...well, are you sure you are ready for that?" I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and giving her the "big brother" look of concern.

"Yes. I wanted to give it to a man who is special and means a lot to me and who I love. You fit all those categories," Natalie said. She stood on her tip toes and kissed me lightly on the lips. I realized that this was the first kiss since the limo and it felt strangely weird.

I returned the kiss and realized that Natalie wanted to do it NOW. Her hands and arms were wrapped around my back, moving their way up my broad shoulders.

I moved my arms to the small of her back and held them there, letting my hands move slowly down to cup Natalie's tight little ass. She broke the kiss and led me back into my spare bedroom and onto the bed.

Natalie was wearing a dark green t-shirt and a pair of tight fitting faux-leather pants that seemed to accentuate her tiny, curvy body.

Lifting her shirt off over her head, Natalie revealed to me that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her small, firm breasts hung proudly on her flawless chest, her brownish-pink nipples were growing erect already, even though our foreplay had barely begun!

I was sitting beside her and couldn't resist taking a nipple in my hand and feeling it rub against my palm. Natalie arched her back in response as she slowly moved her hand up my chest and began to rub and play with my chest with her hand. She began to unbutton the shirt I was wearing and slide it off me, anxious to get me as naked as she was.

I lowered my mouth to Natalie's right breast and licked around her nipple, teasing her like she teased me back in the car what seemed like ages ago. Natalie sighed and held my mouth to her chest as I sucked on her breast and pulled her nipple out some with my teeth to get it nice and hard. I moved my mouth to the other breast and did the same thing, and quite soon Natalie's moans began to echo throughout the house.

Moving my head further down her stomach, I tickled Natalie's belly button with my tongue, causing her to giggle a little. Then I proceeded to unbutton her tight fitting pants and slowly pull them down off of her legs. Natalie was wearing a pair of green panties that almost matched her shirt. I could see a bit of her pubic hair through the fabric and noticed that she was incredibly weight at my tongue teasing.

Sliding my hand up her thigh, I proceeded to take her snug panties by the waistband and pull them down her soft young hips. As they slid off of her leg and landed on the floor, I got a view of Natalie's sex for the first time.

Covered in soft, delicate brown hair that matched the color of the hair on her head, Natalie's pussy was small and beautiful, neatly trimmed and very aroused. I scooted closer to her on the floor and stuck my face right by it, Natalie parting her legs a little to allow me to do so. She smelled excited and ready, and I could see some moisture forming on her barely protruding cunt lips.

With a soft and loving lick, I tasted the inside of her thigh and then moved my tongue towards the outside area of her hole. Licking her labia and outer folds, Natalie gasped as I made first contact. I moved a finger up towards her hole and using the moisture already found on her lips, slowly worked a finger inside of her.

Natalie threw her head back and moaned as my finger entered into her virgin channel. I probed around inside of her softly, seeking to open her up a little wider for what was to come later. With my finger still inside of her, I focused on getting my tongue deep within her. At first it was slow going because Natalie would squirm and giggle a little as I got closer and closer to her sensitive button, but she quickly relaxed and let me do the work, the pleasurable feeling of an orgasm building inside her already.

When I found her clit, a brownish-pink little nub, I worked like a madman to tease and pleasure it as much as I could. When my tongue grazed over it the first time, Natalie closed her legs sharply around my head, barely allowing me any air to breath. I kept on licking her and soon her legs eased off of my head as she sat there and let me work my magic. I could feel Natalie's hands brushing across the top of my hair, or running down the side of my cheek, as I licked away at her sweet tasting snatch.

I must have hit the right spot when I took her clit between my tongue and one finger and flicked it rapidly over it, for Natalie cried out thunderously in instant orgasm, flooding my face with her sweet teenage juices.

Natalie pushed me aside following her orgasm to catch her breath, but I wasn't done. I wanted to totally repay her for the unreal blowjob I had received. I lay Natalie down on the bed and moved my face up to hers. Still wearing my pants, my cock was straining very hard to get out. Natalie reached her hand down and cupped it through my pants, but I pushed it away.

"That will come later. For now, I need to help you," I said softly to her. Slipping my hand back down to her waist, I put two fingers at the entrance to her cunt and slowly began to work them in. Natalie was well lubricated and getting them in was no problem, although I think that this was the biggest thing to be in her so far in her young life.

I felt my fingers go deeper and deeper into her snatch, all the while I kept my thumb at her entrance to rub her clit around slowly. When I felt my fingers touch some resistance that could only be her hymen, I slowly started to pull them out. As I neared the entrance of her pussy however, I began to thrust my two fingers back and forth into her slowly, making a fucking motion with them.

Soon, Natalie's hips were rocking back and forth on the bed, setting there own pace at fucking back on my hand. I leaned down and kissed Natalie's lips and found she was totally engulfed in the flames of lust as we kissed. Natalie slid her tongue out of her mouth and broke the kiss, wanting to lick her own juices off of my face.

My tempo with my hand was getting faster and faster and soon Natalie's firm young ass was bouncing up and down on the bed as she tried to get more of my two "magic fingers" inside of her cunt.

Suddenly I felt her body tense some and her legs crisscrossed around my arms as she had another orgasm. Her juices flooded my hand and trickled down my arm and onto the bed as she slowed down her feverish thrusting and caught her breath.

"So, how was that?" I said with a grin. Natalie, her hair matted on her head with sweat, grinned mischievously at me. "That was incredible. But I think I need it. NOW!" Natalie said, spreading her legs wider for me on the bed.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor and leaving us both naked now. I climbed onto the bed next to her and rolled Natalie onto her side as my cock brushed against the outside of her pussy lips.

"Now just let me guide you. This will hurt for a moment, as you probably know, but just trust me on this," I said to Natalie as I held her in my arms, her narrow waist and firm ass pressed against my stomach.

Very slowly with one hand, I rubbed the head of my rock hard 9 inch cock against her slit, lubing it up with juices. This seemed kind of unneeded because I already had a dollop of pre-cum forming on the head of my prick.

I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her cunt and Natalie whimpered in anticipation. I saw her bite down on her lip as she braced for the brief pain. The head slipped into her easily, as did the first few inches. Quickly however, I encountered the resistance of her cherry.

I held Natalie tightly against me and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.

"Hold on...here we go," I whispered to her.

Moving my hips up hard but gently, I pushed through her cherry. I felt some tearing as the weak muscle gave way, the final bit of her skin tearing free as I broke through into her silken channel.

Natalie grunted a little bit at the sharp sting.

"You ok?" I said, as I rubbed my hand over her breast trying to take her mind off the pain.

"Yea...hurts a little but keep going," Natalie said in reply.

I forced more of my dick into her and felt her inner walls stretch and open up to accommodate my girth. Soon I had all of my cock inside of her as I felt it bottom out and hit the back of her pussy wall.

Slowly, I pulled my cock out of her and glanced down at it. It was covered in a little bit of blood but that soon mingled with our other juices as I thrust back into her and got a slow and steady tempo going inside of her.

Natalie was starting to enjoy it, and I felt her body rocking back on my shaft as I moved in and out of her. It wasn't long before I was going at a much greater speed, and Natalie began to moan softly as we moved in unison.

I reached a hand down towards her hole and spread her pussy lips wide with two fingers while I worked another in there to tease and play with her clit. Natalie responded to this with fervor and began to shake violently as she neared orgasm.

I thrust harder and harder into her tight, wet snatch with every thrust, causing the bed beneath us to rock harder every time. My balls slapping against the crack in her ass, I felt Natalie shudder her pussy muscles as she came on top of my cock.

Her juices flooding out of her pussy, Natalie came down from her orgasm quickly and worked harder to bring herself towards another.

I figured that she must be tiring of this position so I guided her up onto her hands and knees as I pulled my cock out of her. Getting her into the doggy style position, it was easier for both of us. I slowly slid my cock back into her waiting and expectant hole and began fucking her harder like I had been. Natalie's small, beautiful breasts swayed back and forth as I moved in and out of her.

Her hips bucking back against me, the feeling of her cunt was incredible. She had to have been the tightest woman I had ever fucked, including all the sluts I banged in high school. Her channel felt like warm silk on my hard prick, the lining of her pussy squeezing and stretching around me as I rocked back and forth into her.

Natalie shuddered again, curling up her toes and brining on her fourth orgasm of the evening. I was nearing the breaking point too, but wanted to savor the feeling of her pussy for as long as I could.

Lost in lust, Natalie was now simply moaning as our bodies moved like a well oiled machine. She had gotten the hang of fucking very quickly and, knowing that I had yet to come, was doing her best to try and get me off.

The final tease that almost made me pass out in pleasure came when Natalie slid a hand underneath my sack and began to fondle and hold onto my balls as I pistoned in and out of her. Her hands were something magical and almost the second they made contact with me, I felt the urge to cum right there.

I held out and pulled out of her Natalie, alerting her that I was going to cum. I didn't want to risk cumming inside of her unprotected pussy for the first time, so I began to jack off my cock right above her ass.

My cum came spewing out like a fire hose, shooting all over the small of her back and onto her ass cheeks, a large bit of it trickling down her crack and pert asshole and landing on the sheets of the bed.

Having spent a huge load all over her and myself, I collapsed onto the bed beside her. Natalie too fell over from exhaustion and curled up in my arms, instantly asleep.

We spent the remainder of the night playing all kinds of sexual games. Natalie showed me the vibrator she had brought with her (she had got it as a gag gift from some of her friends) and we shared an experience of mutual masturbation, as well as a very hot and kinky shower where we got dirtier than when we had first gotten in!

The night had to end however, and both of us were sad to see it come. I took Natalie to the airport myself the next morning and we embraced in a long and passionate kiss before she got on the plane.

"Promise me something Dean," Natalie said, her eyes locked with mine. "Promise me we will try and make this work as a long distance relationship,"

"I promise," I said, gently kissing her forehead.

Natalie got on the plane and I stayed to watch her go. Though I had said that I would try and make a long distance relationship work, I really meant it with Natalie. Sure, I might fool around with other women or celebrities, and I'm sure she might date some guys, but I knew I would do the best I could to make sure that Natalie and I stayed together.

Whether or not we would stay together, time would only tell.