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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 7 - Catherine Zeta-Jones

By Carnage Jackson

carnagejackson@hotmail.com

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This is Part 7 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act
like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.
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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 definetely bad news.
Recorded from inside of the couples home, the survillance camera
(installed to keep out paparazzi and theives) 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
suscpicious 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 surpised 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-Jone.

	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.



	CHAPTER 8: A mystery celeb, from Dean's father's own journal!

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