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Subject: {ASSM} JOA: Ch. 9 - Elizabeth Hurley (MF/cons/celeb)
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 9 - Elizabeth Hurley

By Carnage Jackson

carnagejackson@hotmail.com

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You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your
community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know
the rest.

This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial
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This is Part 9 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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 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 recieved 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.



CHAPTER 10: Portia De Rossi

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