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Subject: {ASSM} JOA: Ch. 23 - Sarah Michelle Gellar (MF, cons, oral, celeb)
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Feedback and suggestions always welcome. This story is a continuation
of chapter 22, read the note below to get caught up.



Journal of an Agent: Chap. 23 - Sarah Michelle Gellar 

By Carnage Jackson 

carnagejackson@hotmail.com
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Standard Disclaimer: 

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
use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! 

This is Part 23 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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(To catch everyone up: The main character, Dean Simonds, upon leaving
a hot tryst with Jennifer Lopez meets a girl in the parking lot who
shatters his entire family history. She tells him that she is actually
his sister, something that he didn't know until just now, having
thought for his entire life that he was an only child, his only living
relative a party loving half-brother.)


	My head was spinning. I felt confused and a little angry that this
stranger would approach me with such a claim. I tried to poke holes in
her story.

	"That's impossible. I'm an only child. I think I'd know if I had a
sibling running around somewhere," I said preposterously, snorting at
her claim.

	"That's the same way I felt too. That is until my father passed away
last year and I found this in his old photo album," she said. She
reached into her pocket and pulled out a photo. What I saw left no
doubt in my mind.

	The photo was an old one of my mother, clutching two babies on her
lap. Both looked to be the same age, one a boy the other a girl.
Flipping it over on the back, I read the caption: ALLISON AND DEAN - 2
MOS.

	"We're twins. And that's not the only thing - you know your half
brother Jacob?" she said, my mouth still hanging slack jawed from this
new discovery.

	"Yes. How did you know about him?" I asked, things just getting
stranger and stranger.

	"The way he acts around you isn't his real personality. I think that
he may be planning something involving you in the near future,
although I can't say what," the girl, who I'm assuming was Allison,
said. "Look, I don't feel real safe standing around here. Want to go
get some coffee and talk about it?"

	I nodded and we both climbed into my car, peeling out of the now
deserted parking lot. The concert traffic was pretty thick, bumper to
bumper, but soon eased as we passed the freeway.

	"How did you find me? And I mean, of all the nights and places to
look," I asked, my hands fidgeting nervously on the steering wheel.

	"Well, when I found that photo I did a little bit more investigating
into my fathers things. Turns out of course that he wasn't my real
father, only my adopted father. I found the adoption certificate to
prove this in his safe deposit box. Apparently when we were both three
months old, your mother, I mean OUR mother put me up for adoption. I
don't know why or what for, but regardless I was put up for adoption
and taken a few months later. I spent my entire life growing up in
Chicago, living with my adopted father and his wife. She died a few
years back but never mentioned the adoption to me," Allison said.

	"Ok, but that still doesn't answer my question. How did you find ME?"
I again asked, strange parallels in our lives starting to come
together - growing up not knowing our fathers, our mothers (or in her
case her adopted mother) dieing when she was younger. It was eerie.

	"I'm getting to that. I went to the adoption agency and asked for my
records on my biological parents. Things are different these days,
agencies seem very open to helping adults find their real parents.
It's not like in the movies where everything is some sort of epic,"
Allison said. "So I got our mothers name and looked her up last year,
only to find she had passed away. Eventually I got your name from the
obituary and when I went to visit you in New York the neighbors told
me how you ended up here. It didn't take long to track down your
company and then your personal assistant, a nice guy named Damon I
think, told me you were at the show tonight," she finished
breathlessly.

	"Well, that's quite some homework you've done," I said. "But now that
you've found me, and don't get me wrong, I am happy to see you. The
bigger question on my mind though is what do you want?"

	"No, I understand. I'd be a little freaked out if someone tracked me
down across the country," Allison said. "Tell ya what, let's pull into
this coffee shop and I'll explain."

	I made a sharp cut across lanes and pulled into the diner's parking
lot, a rusty old place that looked like it hadn't aged well since the
50s, when it probably opened. We walked silently from the car and
stepped inside. The place was mostly deserted, except for a small
gaggle of stoned teenagers off in the corner, laughing at God knows
what. The inside of the coffee shop was just like you'd imagine it to
be - pale lights hanging over the table, grizzled truckers sitting at
the bar with a plate full of steaming fatty food and a cigarette in
their hand, and the waitresses wearing faded pink uniforms that
covered their bodies in the non-flexible material of starched linen.
In a word, it was like walking into any movie you could ever imagine.

	"Seat you two?" the hostess said, an older woman with frazzled gray
hair, the bags under her eyes hanging like sad little pouches from
beneath her blood shot eyes.

	I nodded at the woman and she led us to a back far table. A waitress
appeared shortly thereafter, taking our order. Neither of us were
hungry, but both Allison and I ordered coffee - black.

	"I guess we are paternal twins then," I said, stirring my coffee when
the waitress returned. "Because other than the hair and maybe a few
facial features, you and I look nothing alike,"

	"That's what I figured too. That's why I was so hesitant to speak to
you, thinking that it really wasn't you standing there since we DIDN'T
look that much alike. But I took a risk and well, here we are,"
Allison said.

	I sipped my coffee. It was bitter and lukewarm, but I wasn't going to
send it back. The waitress looked too lonely to bear the burden of my
picky tastes.

	"Any ways, before I found you here I went and saw your younger
brother Jacob in New York City," Allison said. "Not a nice guy at all,
especially after finding out we were related. He seemed to snap at me
over everything and didn't want to answer any of my questions. Has he
always been like that?" she asked.

	"No, actually. That's really surprising. He seems like a good kid. A
little selfish and spoiled, but still pretty good at heart," I
replied, a little taken aback at her description of Jacob. I had seen
him up in New York only a few months ago when I went to talk to
Jennifer Aniston. He didn't seem to have a problem then. Maybe it was
just the stress of college and all that had happened in the city.
Allison went on.

	"The reason I even bother to bring him up is because of this thing
that I saw on his coffee table when I was at his house," she said,
reaching into her purse. "At first I thought that it would be helpful
to me because it looked like the name of your talent agency out here.
I asked him about it but he snatched the paper away before I could get
a closer look and told me that it was 'personal business'," she said.
I nodded, obliging her to continue.

	"Before he took it away though, I took a picture of the paper when he
was out of the room with my Polaroid, you know to help me out even if
he wouldn't," she said, finally pulling out something from her purse.
"See, I'm an amateur photographer, I love taking pictures. And I
brought my camera along to get some good pictures of my new family,"
she smiled, sliding the photo across the table. I took it in my hand
but didn't look until she finished speaking again.

	"The picture came out pretty good, considering the lighting and all.
But when I got out here to California to try and look the place up,
hoping to find you, the telephone operator said that no such business
existed. I gave her the address though and then she connected me to
Damon who got me to you," Allison said finally, sipping her coffee.
She leaned over the table a bit and pulled the photo down to the table
to point at something on it.

	"The weird thing is, the name of the company is different but the
ADDRESS is the same as where you are now. Your company is Shooting
Stars Talent Agency. That piece of paper said StarPower Representation
Firm, Inc. Does your company have two names?" she asked, her hands
clenched together tightly. The air of the coffee shop was quite cold.

	Studying the picture myself, Allison had been right. Though it was a
little blurry, the paper (which looked like a fax cover sheet) did say
what she had noted. And she had been right about the address too. Why
would Jacob make up a sheet with the same address as my company? Was
he trying to send someone my way?

	"Hmm...you're right. But this doesn't make any sense. When I took
over the place from my...I mean OUR father, it had been in business
under Shooting Stars for the past 50 years. I'll have to give Jacob a
call tomorrow and see what is going on," I said, puzzled as I held the
photo in my hand.

	"No no no! You can't call him!" Allison blurted out, almost knocking
her coffee cup over.

	"Why not?" I asked.
	
	"Because if you do then he will know I told you. Look, I know you
have a good relationship with all the family you know about, but I'm
having to dig myself out of a hole right now and pissing off
relatives, half or not, is not what I want to do," Allison said,
crossing her arms across her chest.

	"Why would he be angry? It's an honest question, seen by someone who
also had some honest curiosity," I said.

	"I don't know. But the way he was acting, all nervous and jittery and
hesitant to even talk to me, makes me feel like there is something
else going on and he doesn't want anyone to know about it. Just do me
a favor okay? If you do mention it to him, say you heard it from
someone else in New York. I don't know, I'm sure you have contacts out
there, make something up. Can you do that for me Dean?" Allison asked.
Her eyes were pleading and I couldn't say no.

	"Fine, whatever. I'm still not convinced that you spoke to the same
person as the half-brother I've known for his whole life, but we can
figure that out later. In the meantime, it's getting late. I hate to
cut our reunion short but I have to be in the office tomorrow morning.
We need to get together for lunch sometime," I said, pulling a few
bucks from my wallet to pay the check.

	"No, I understand. I'm exhausted from the trip anyways. Besides, now
that we know each other it's not like the other will just disappear,"
she said with a grin.

	"That's true, although you suddenly DID appear tonight out of the
blue. But I guess there isn't any easy way to start a relationship
like that is there?" I said.

	"Nope, not that I know of. Well, I'm going to head back to my hotel
now. I have your number so I'll call you sometime soon," she said,
getting up to leave.

	"Hey, at least let me drive you back. LA's streets aren't safe at
night," I said, trying to be the chivalrous gentleman.

	"I'm a big girl, I did grow up in Chicago you know," she said.
"Besides, I'm only a block away and I'm sure I'll make it there fine,"

	I walked her outside to the street. The din of traffic had ebbed
substantially and the streets were deserted except for a stray cat I
saw rifling through some garbage.

	"It was nice to finally meet you Dean," Allison said with a warm
hearted smile. "Take care,"

	She walked off down the block and I watched her go until she turned a
corner. Getting back into my car, I headed home. It was impossible to
sleep, my mind racing over not only having a new person in my family
but also trying to figure out what the hell Jacob was up to out there
in New York.


	The next morning was uneventful. Damon seemed ready to bubble over
with excitement at having spoken with my "long lost sister". But I cut
him off at the pass:

	"She found me Damon. Last night, after the concert. But thank you for
your concern," I said, heading into my office. I was surprised to see
that my voice mail, the number that I left for all clients to reach me
at directly in case of an emergency, was blinking with 7 unplayed
messages.

	Puzzled, I picked up the phone and hit play.

	"Hi Dean this is Sarah Michelle Gellar. Freddie and I have a problem
that I think you need to take care of. Give me a call when you get
this message, you've got my number. Bye"

	I hit NEXT on the phone.

	"Dean, this is Sarah again. Just waiting on your call, this problem
really needs to be taken care of. Call me as soon as you can,"

	I pressed NEXT again.

	"God damn it Dean, where the hell are you? Why am I paying you so
much money to not be there when I need you? I've got a serious fucking
problem and you aren't around to help. You better call me. This is
Sarah"

	Sighing to myself, I knew what the next message would be. I pressed
it anyways.

	"Sorry about that Dean, I lost my cool. Just call me okay? This is
Sarah again,"

	I didn't even need to bother playing the next messages, I simply held
down the delete button and picked up the phone, dialing her number
from my rolodex. It didn't even ring twice.

	"What?" a female voice snapped on the other line.

	"Nice to speak to you too Sarah. So what is this big emergency?" I
said calmly, almost a little too sappily. This wasn't the first time
this had happened - Sarah was a nice enough girl, easy to get along
with when it came down to negotiating, but when something bad happened
to her it was like the sky was falling.

	"Dean thank God it's you! Freddie and I are in BIG trouble. Can you
come out to the house and talk to us?" Sarah said. Her voice sounded
unusually panicked even for her.

	"Is it that big of a problem that it can't be taken care of over the
phone?" I asked, my mind distracted by other things.

	"Let me let you make the call - is a gay male prostitute tied up in
our back bedroom suitable for handling over the phone?" Sarah spat
back. I sat up at attention.

	"What is a gay male prostitute doing in your house at all?" I asked,
more than just a little surprise.

	"That's what you need to come over here and figure out then isn't
it?" Sarah said. "Shall I expect you in an hour?"

	"Make it two for traffic. But I'm on my way," I said, hanging up the
phone and hustling out of the office to my car.

	Getting in and peeling out of the parking lot, I thought to myself -
why oh why do I get stuck with stars who get into these kinds of
messes?


	I headed out along the coast to Sarah's house. It was beachfront
property, located on a rocky cliff in Malibu that gave an absolutely
stunning view of the ocean from almost any point in the house. Buffy
certainly didn't like to live cheaply.

	When I arrived, I was surprised to find Sarah meet me at the door.
Her golden blond hair looked frazzled and mangy and her eyes were a
little puffy, probably from lack of sleep over this incident. I knew
right away, after spotting a few droplets of blood on the floor, that
this was a far more serious situation than I thought. The crimson red
spots seemed to mock me almost as I went, the sharp contrast of color
against the off white plush carpeting very striking.

	"Hi Dean," Sarah said softly. "Freddie and the guy are down here,"
	
	I followed her down a flight of mahogany wooden stairs to a basement
like area, located at the base of the house. It was slanted and rather
narrow, the ceiling fading away to a point due to it's sharp cut into
the hillside. It was dark and quiet, the pale light of  a floor lamp
casting the only light in the room, leaving corners of darkness to
dance mysteriously at us, their contents unbeknownst to me without
further inspection.

	At the very back of the below ground level was a door and Sarah
knocked softly before opening it and entering slowly.

	The room was a glow with burning scented candles and the aroma of
charred wax and manufactured fragrance was over powering. The room
contained all sorts of bizarre things that I didn't even think about
asking about - leather whips and bondage gear mounted on the wall, a
set of handcuffs dangling from a coat hook, the shiny metal catching
me in the eye for a second as my eyes adjusted to the room.

	Freddie Prinze Jr. sat on the solitary piece of furniture in the
room, a bed that had been stripped of sheets but was a little dirty
from some drying maroon stains on the mattress cover. Freddie sat with
his head in his hands, hunched over the bed in thought. The hooker
that Sarah had mentioned sat huddled in a far corner of the room, his
handcuffed hands holding his knees tightly against his chest. He was a
decent looking guy, a little younger than me, with reddish brown curly
hair and a fair amount of the same color chest hair on his upper body.
The man was naked except for a very small loin cloth that barely
covered his manhood and I could see that his mouth looked swollen a
red, his lip split a little in the corner from what appeared to be a
vicious punch to the mouth. His back, which I noticed when he exhaled
and inhaled deeply, was slashed red with what I assumed were whip
marks. In situations like this, it was my experience not to ask.

	A closely guarded secret in Hollywood, very few people knew that
Freddie Prinze Jr. was in fact a homosexual. Because of his public
image as a heartthrob for millions of girls and women, the truth about
this fact was kept as quiet as possible. By Hollywood standards, a gay
man publicly dating (or in this case engaged to be married) to a
straight woman was nothing new, and I could name a handful of gay men
off the top of my head who were leading stars and box office draws no
matter what they released. I had discussed the current situation
between Sarah and Freddie with the two of them before. They had met on
the set of "I Know What You Did Last Summer" and gotten to be good
friends. It was only a few years later she confided in me, that he
revealed to her that he was gay. After both of their film careers
began to sag some, Sarah had approached me with the idea of getting
married to Freddie not only to take off the pressure of any noisy
Hollywood reporter but to get some good PR for the two of them. I told
her that it was a good idea and a few weeks later they announced their
engagement.

	It was a little bizarre for someone outside of Hollywood to think
about two people living together under the same roof as man and wife
but never actually consummating the marriage, but since I had gotten
into the Hollywood world hardly anything surprised me anymore. The
current predicament however, did not fall into that category.

	"Ok Freddie, tell me what happened so I can decide what we need to
do," I said. My eyes watched the hooker in the corner, who appeared to
be either in shock or at the very least sleeping from exhaustion.

	"Well, I had him come over last night and we, well, you know. I had
gotten his number from a friend of mine who said that he was willing
to do just about anything you asked. I had been playing around with
bondage and S&M and hadn't really known what I was doing. The next
thing I knew, I had teased and hit him a little too hard and he
freaked out, running upstairs and to the front door. If Sarah hadn't
been there to hit him in the head with a book I think he might have
gotten away and who knows what would have happened then," Freddie
said, his voice wavering. He too seemed to be in shock, his words
floating out like they came from someone else's mouth.

	"Freddie, you know that I don't care what you do with your own sex
life. That's your business. But as your friend as well as your agent,
you can't go around beating up hookers," I said sternly.

	"I wasn't beating him!" Freddie cried, standing up from the bed now.
"Things just got going really fast and I think that we just got really
carried away,"

	"And Sarah, you had nothing to do with this?" I asked, turning my
attention to her. She was dressed in a loose sweater and jeans but was
biting her nails nervously, her blond hair hanging in her face
haphazardly. She was lost in her own thoughts until I called her name.

	"No, I didn't know what they were doing down here. I was just
upstairs flipping channels and I heard the guy, whose name is Randy by
the way, come screaming up the stairs. When I saw the blood on his
mouth, I just freaked out and hit him in the head. I didn't mean for
him to fall down, but once he did Freddie came up and I helped him
carry Randy downstairs and handcuff him. Jesus Dean, am I going to go
to jail?" Sarah said, her voice on the verge of anguished tears.

	"Not if I can help it Sarah. You two fucked up pretty bad but I think
we can fix the situation. Is he unconscious?" I asked the two of them.

	"He woke up about 10 minutes ago, right before you got here. But he
hasn't said a word since we moved him down here," Freddie said. "What
do you want us to do? We can't just leave him down here, unconscious
or not,"

	I thought for a moment, my mind racing trying to find the best way to
resolve this dilemma. "First off, Sarah I want you to go get some
washcloths and some clothes to clean him up with. And Freddie, while I
take a look at him I want you to find the key to the handcuffs," I
said, taking charge.

	Sarah bounded upstairs while Freddie scoured the room for the key. I
approached "Randy" (I didn't think that was his real name) and stooped
down to take a look at him.

	His lip was split open pretty good and the left side of his face was
starting to swell with a blackish tint just above his high cheek
bones. A trickle of blood had dried and cracked out of the corner of
his mouth but it didn't look like he lost any teeth or anything more
severe than just a sharp blow to the face. I stooped down onto my
haunches to take a better look and try to rouse him.

	"Randy? Randy can you hear me?" I said, putting my arm on his own and
shaking him gently. He lifted his head slowly and looked at me. I'll
never forget that look - it was one of fear and confusion and most of
all hurt. The poor guy just wanted to go home and if what I had in
mind worked, he would soon be on his way.

	"Yeah, I can hear you. What do you want?" he whispered.

	"I'm a friend of Freddie's and Sarah's. I'm here to help, to make
things better so that we all can forget this night and move along with
our lives," I said. I didn't want to tell him I was their agent or use
my real name just in case he ever wanted to press charges. I may be
there for my clients through thick and thin, but I'm not stupid.
"Sarah went to go get some washcloths, she will be back in a second.
Freddie, did you find that key?"

	"Yeah, here it is," Freddie said, bringing it to me.

	"Ok Randy, I'm going to unlock these cuffs and pull them off. Just
sit still and don't try to run and I'll have you home before the sun
goes down, alright?" I said, trying to sound reassuring. He nodded
slowly.

	With a metallic click, I unlocked the cuffs and pulled them from his
sweaty wrists, where they had left a little bit of a reddish rub from
being too tight on his hands. Taking him by the hand, I helped Randy
stand up slowly. He was a little shaky on his feet but after a moment
or two he seemed to have his balance.

	He was nearly as tall as I and just about as built physically as any
man I had seen.  I was surprised that they had managed to drag him all
the way downstairs but I guess when the adrenaline had been pumping
something like that was minor.

	Sarah returned downstairs, an arm load full of clothes and a bucket
with about four damp clothes. I took them from her and set them on the
ground between Randy and I. Reaching down, I pulled out a wash cloth.

	"Here, wipe the blood off your face and get yourself cleaned up a
little," I said to him. He took the cloth from me but hesitated for a
moment.

	"Wait...this blood is evidence. I don't want to get rid of it if I
press charges," Randy said, holding the cloth in his hand as it
dripped water droplets slowly to the floor.

	I smiled a tight lipped "I mean business" smile at him. "Randy, clean
yourself off and trust me, there will be no need to press charges. I'm
going to make everything alright for all of us without getting the
police involved," He seemed to hesitate for another moment but then
obliged my request, running the wash cloth over his mouth and cheek
gently, clearing away the blood and sweat from his upper body.

	When he was finished I said "There. Doesn't that feel better? Now,
here is some of Freddie's clothes. Go ahead and put them on if they
fit they are yours to keep. We will turn our heads while you change,"

	Surprisingly though, Randy just yanked off his loin cloth and stood
there naked before us, modesty not one of his big fears as he took the
clothes from the pile one by one and got dressed. Cleaned up, he
looked like any regular guy, minus of course the bruise on his cheek.

	"Now that you are dressed, let's sit down and talk a deal," I said,
motioning towards the bed. I sat down on the edge of it and he did the
same, facing me as I spoke. Sarah and Freddie lingered away from us,
trying to stay as neutral as they could. I reached into my pocket and
pulled out my wallet, removing a gold credit card from it's sleeve.

	"Do you know what this is? It's a credit card. More importantly, it's
a credit card with a $2 million limit on it. I've never used it as it
is a company card but take it, it's yours. Feel free to max it out if
you want, buy whatever you want with it," I said, handing it to him.
It occurred to me that he would now know the name of my company but I
couldn't really think of a way to avoid showing it.

	Randy sat silent as I continued. "Freddie, what kind of car do you
drive?" I asked.

	"Dodge Viper, 2001 model," he said.

	"Give me your keys," I replied. Freddie reached into his pocket and
pulled out his keys, tossing them to me from across the room.

	"This car is yours now too. In exchange for all this, last night
never happened. You never came here and never saw anything. If anyone
asks, you got in a fight with someone at a bar. If you keep up your
end of the bargain, that credit card will stay active for as long as
it takes for you to max it out and the car will be transferred to your
name. If you don't however, I will call the cops on you and have you
arrested for solicitation, not to mention have the car and it's plates
reported stolen," I said.

	"So you're paying me off in exchange for keeping quiet?" Randy said
finally. I couldn't tell if he was having a moral dilemma or just
getting his facts straight. Judging by the way he gripped the card and
keys, it had to have been the latter.

	"Pay off is such a harsh phrase," I said. "Let's just call it a gift
from two of your Hollywood friends. So, do we have a deal?"

	Randy seemed to consider this for a second, staring down at his lap
while he thought. "Yeah, I suppose so. I know that Freddie didn't mean
for this to happen, nor did Sarah, so if it's just an accident than no
harm no foul I suppose," he said.

	"That's the kind of talk I like to hear," I said, extending my hand
for a handshake. He returned it, his shake surprisingly firm for
someone who had been through such a rough time. "Good. Great. Everyone
is happy. Now, I know that traffic is going to be getting tough out
there real soon. Freddie, why don't you walk our friend Randy out
won't you?"

	Freddie nodded and headed for the stairs, Randy following right
behind. Sarah seemed to linger in the door way for a moment and then
followed behind them. Not wanting to be left in the room alone, I came
with them as well.

	We all watched as Freddie climbed into the car, a jet black beautiful
machine that seemed to purr like a kitten when he started the engine.
Watching him go until he was just a speck on the Pacific Coast
Highway, the three of us stood awkwardly on the front step.

	"I guess I'll go clean up my mess," Freddie said, his voice showing
exhaustion but also signs of relief that the problem was solved.

	That left Sarah and I on the doorstep alone. We stood in silence for
a few moments, watching the waves crash onto the rocks a hundred feet
below us.

	"You know, you really didn't have to do that for us Dean," Sarah said
finally. The ocean breeze whipped around the two of us, the salty air
making you squint and your hair flying in undetermined directions.

	"Actually Sarah, I did. It's my job. Remind me to tell Freddie that I
will buy him a new car when I get back to the city," I said. We stood
side by side, staring off into the distance.

	"What about the money? $2 million is a hell of a lot for something
like this," Sarah said.

	"Well, if it costs me two million to get you and Freddie $15 million
per picture later down the road, then so be it. Besides, I can write
it off as a tax deduction. Business expense, you know," I replied. The
money really wasn't a concern. In an average year we made roughly $70
million from new contracts and agreements with studios for talent, so
if I had to take a little slap on the wrist to keep everyone happy in
Hollywood land, so be it.

	"That's true, I hadn't thought about that. You know, not many agents
would have done that. Not many PEOPLE would have helped us out like
you did. That was a pretty stand up thing to do but you didn't think
twice about it," Sarah said. I noticed she had moved closer to me now,
the warmth of her petite body pressing against my hip. Her head only
came up the middle of my chest, despite the fact that she appeared
much taller on film.

	"Come on, let me get you a drink. It's the least I can do," Sarah
said, leading me inside. I followed her and soon we were standing at
the wet bar they had built into their "entertaining room". Sarah
played bartender behind the counter for us both while I sat on a very
expensive looking gold barstool, thinking about the stuff that Allison
had said.

	Sarah poured me a drink, bringing me back to reality. "I want to
apologize for all those messages I left on your machine yesterday. I
was just freaking out and when you weren't calling me back my mind got
more and more frantic," she said. Taking a sip from her wine glass, I
slowly drank my drink - scotch over ice - and listened to Sarah talk.

	"You know, at first I thought that this whole fake engagement thing
would be easy. Freddie and I were such good friends, I didn't think of
how anything could possibly go wrong. I mean, last night was rough for
sure but in the grand scheme of things it probably won't matter if we
can keep this marriage thing going for a while. But now that we have
officially been together for so long, I'm realizing that I got the
short end of the stick here. Freddie can have all the boyfriends he
wants to because no one knows about it. But if I try to get a man, or
even try to go out on a date, the press will be all over me. You know
how long it's been since I've been with a man Dean?" Sarah said,
holding the almost empty wine glass nonchalantly in her hand.

	I shook my head no, chewing on a piece of ice. 

	"Two years. Two long years. I mean, masturbation is great and all but
sometimes I need the real thing. And I just don't know what to do, who
to talk to who knows about our little arrangement and wouldn't tell a
soul, but who would be interested in scratching my itch for me," Sarah
said. Her face was close to mine now, her blond hair and delicate
features looking sexy and mysterious in the dull light of the room.
Sarah had a natural beauty, a natural smile, that make up only brought
out further. Thinking of this made me think suddenly of Natalie
Portman, my current girlfriend, who also shared this quality with
Sarah. I realized that I shouldn't let this go the direction Sarah was
taking it.

	"Sarah, I know what you are thinking but I can't. I've been so
unfaithful to Natalie since we started dating that it's not even
funny. I don't think I need to add you to that list," I said,
finishing my drink but trying to sound as uninterested as possible.

	Sarah was a little taken aback by my inadvertent male bragging, but
it didn't seem to stop her in her quest. "That's the beauty of it
though Dean. That's why affairs can carry on for so long - two people
who are in supposedly monogamous relationships sleep with each other
because their significant others know that they wouldn't cheat, or
think they know. With you, Natalie would never suspect anything
because even she doesn't know about Freddie and I. And no one in the
outside world is going to know because they ALSO don't know about our
little setup. So don't you see, this would be the perfect tryst,"
Sarah said. She had leaned onto the bar across from me now, her voice
coming only in a whisper as she spoke. I could see the outline of her
firm breasts pressing against the cool wood surface of the bar, the
absolute size of them in her sweater now incredibly obvious.

	I realized that Sarah had a point. I didn't want to cheat (again) on
Natalie if I could help it, but I could think of no way something like
this could go wrong. And I sure as hell knew that Freddie wouldn't
care - he would be too occupied cleaning up the mess in the lower
floor to even think of coming upstairs and catching us.

	"Alright Sarah, but if we do this thing, it has to stay between you
and I. No one else should know, or else this whole sham marriage will
go up in smoke," I said resignedly. I could feel my cock start to grow
in my pants as the most primordial part of my mind realized that I
would soon be fucking the gorgeous woman not two feet away from me.

	I took her by the hand and led her back upstairs. We made our way
down the hall to Sarah's bedroom and happened to bump into Freddie on
the way in, his hands full of soiled clothes.

	"Dean and I are going to fuck now Freddie so leave us alone for a
while ok?" Sarah said casually as we passed. It occurred to me then
how bizarre this encounter truly seemed.

	"Ok, you two have fun. Go get her Dean, I hear she's pretty wild,"
Freddie called to us with a grin as he walked by. I shook my head at
the absurdity of the situation and continued on into Sarah's room.

	Very neatly decorated, the room was massive. It was almost as big as
an entire studio apartment out in New York City and had almost all the
things that an apartment would have - a large space for furniture and
a very large walk in closet, not to mention the sparkling white floor
of the bathroom, complete with a jacuzzi tub.

	Sarah obviously had good taste when it came to decorating her room,
because even the couch on the far wall that faced her big screen
television seemed to match the whole decorum of the room. Oddly
though, in the middle of a wall Sarah had put a jumbo-sized "Buffy:
The Vampire Slayer" poster featuring an almost life size version of
herself holding a stake and staring menacingly into the camera.

	I walked over to the poster. "Doesn't having something like this up
creep you out a little?" I asked, running my hand lazily over the
smooth paper of the poster.
	
	"Na. I put it up one day as a joke after I got the part, but it's
just sort of stayed there and with me. Whenever I feel low or upset
about something going on in my career, I look at the poster and
remember where I started and I suddenly don't feel so bad. It's
narcissistic I know but it's like a good luck charm," Sarah said. She
had walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, the hot
breath of her mouth near my ear as she spoke. "Besides, why would you
want a paper Buffy when you've got the three-dimensional one right
here?" she said seductively.

	I turned around to face her. She had slipped off her jeans already
and stood in only her oversized sweatshirt and a very tiny pair of
pink panties that barely covered her pussy that showed the faint
outline of her sex.

	I leaned down and kissed her, resigning myself to my infidelity for
the time being and letting my body take over. It didn't take long.
Sarah returned the kiss eagerly and I saw that she really was as sex
starved as she had said, her tongue and lips pressed against my own
tightly as she explored the depths of my mouth. I could only respond
back by doing the same and we held the embrace for a while. The scent
of her freshly washed hair and the musk from the growing wetness
between her legs filled my nostrils as I became intoxicated simply by
holding her near to me.

	When we finally broke the kiss, Sarah was panting a little and her
face was flushed, the excitement taking control over her. I wanted to
make sure she was good and ready, but also to tease her a little
longer and make this last longer, so I led her over to the bed and
laid her down. Sarah was almost shaking in excitement as I spread her
legs open gently and reached up, pulling down her panties very slowly.
Sarah lifted her ass for me to let them slide down her legs, where I
let them fall at the foot of the bed.

	I pushed her sweater up a little and began to plant tiny little
kisses on her tummy from her navel on down, making sure to leave just
a soft enough kiss to make her want more. As I moved to her thighs, I
began kissing her quicker, moving from thigh to thigh in a rapid pace,
the hair on the top of my head brushing against her moist cunt,
causing her to gasp sharply when I happened to come close to her love
tunnel. Finally, after making my way up the inside of her thighs, my
mouth hovered over the top of her pussy. Sarah had lifted her head now
and was watching my every move, her chest heaving up and down as she
waited for that one excruciatingly incredible moment when I would lay
touch to her tender love spot.

	Without further hesitation, I placed my entire mouth over the top of
her pussy and unleashed my tongue deep into her, probing her inner
sweet depths as much as far as I could get my tongue up into. Sarah
went absolutely wild, her hips bucking up so sharply so as to almost
fling me from the bed. I grasped tightly onto her thighs and held her
down like she was a wild mare, struggling to get free. My tongue
meanwhile continued it's relentless quest to please and satisfy her,
lapping at and around her tiny little clit. Sarah's pussy was very
small, much like the rest of her body and it was difficult for me to
get my tongue inside of her too far without opening her up any
further.

	To solve that problem, I wetted one of my fingers and slowly worked
it into her cunt as my tongue continued to lick. I pushed deep within
her, the tip of my finger pushing aside pussy flesh as I worked in and
out of Sarah's sweet as honey pussy. Sarah gasped loudly as my finger
invaded her, clenching her inner muscles tight against it in an effort
to keep it inside of her. I wouldn't let this happen though, and
teased her as I moved in and out, tickling her clit lightly as I kept
up a steady pace within her pussy.

	Sarah's writhing was almost uncontrollable now, as she rolled from
side to side on her hips. I knew that she was close - very close - to
an orgasm and decided to bring it on home for her. Pushing two fingers
slowly into her now (I didn't even need to wet them, Sarah's over
excited juices had gushed out so much that the bed had a growing wet
spot beneath her legs. Inserting the second finger into her, I began
to time my hand thrusts with what my tongue was doing in terms of
pace. While my tongue was busy lapping at her clit like a dehydrated
dog, my fingers were buried deep inside of her snatch. In and out, in
and out, I made sure that my fingers were only thrust into her deeply
on the very moment that my tongue made contact with Sarah's clit. For
her this must have felt incredible, having her clit teased almost to a
maddening point while two fingers thrust in and out - it was the best
of both worlds. Naturally, after only about a minute of this, Sarah
cried out loudly and came. Her orgasm was incredibly intense, her eyes
shut tightly as her entire body seemed to shake like she had been
shocked, then go limp almost completely, the only movement coming from
her being her heaving chest, with her aroused nipples pressing tightly
against the sweater she wore.

	Satisfied I had done my job to the best possible extent, I pulled my
fingers from her and licked them off slowly, savoring the
indescribably great taste of her love juices. I climbed up on the bed
towards Sarah, laying against her on my side as she caught her breath,
her eyes still shut and her blond hair strewn all around the top of
her head.

	"How was that?" I asked with a grin, knowing EXACTLY how "that" was.

	Sarah didn't respond. She simply opened her eyes and smiled then
quickly lunged at me, her lips pressing against mine as she threw her
arms around my back and pulled me to her, rolling me over so that she
landed on top of me. She kissed me passionately with her tongue,
stopping to lick her own juices from outside my mouth as the kiss
finally broke.

	"That had to have been the greatest orgasm of my life," Sarah said.
"I can't even think of how I'll be able to repay you,"

	"Oh, I'm sure you can try," I said smiling "Give it your best shot,"

	Sarah looked at me and smiled wildly, her cute dimples a sharp
contrast to the pure lust and animal hunger in her eyes. She pushed me
towards the edge of the bed, motioning for me to stand up. I obliged
her wishes and stood by the bed, my hands on my hips as I watched her
crawl onto her knees before me, the white sheet wrapped around the
bottom half of her body as she began to unbuckle my belt and pull down
my pants.

	My hard cock sprang free, catching Sarah a little by surprise. She
wasted no time though taking it into her hand and stroking it
lovingly, like a child who had found her favorite toy. I unbuttoned my
shirt and now stood naked in front of her, awaiting to see if her
mouth was as good as I hoped it was. Sarah had leaned down, just about
to take my prick into her mouth when I stopped her.

	"Why don't you take off that frumpy sweater? It's kind of a turn
off," I said to her, stroking the side of her face as she sat with her
mouth just a few mere inches from my dick. Sarah looked up at me and
nodded, scooting back on the bed just enough to reach down and yank
off the garment, dropping it on the floor beside the bed.

	Naturally you can understand that seeing her breasts for the first
time, something that millions of men (and I'm sure a few women) would
have killed to even have a picture of, right in front of me was almost
breathtaking. I had heard rumors and seen things saying her beautiful
they were but it's difficult to even describe them here in this entry.
A very large C-cup (at least), they hung with the utmost natural hang
from her small frame, her brown nipples fully aroused and poking out
from her chest like tiny erasers. They were without flaw or blemish,
and without a doubt one of the nicest pair of breasts I had ever seen.

	Sarah caught me staring at them and her face turned a little red
after catching my gaze - she was modest about them! But I didn't want
her to feel uncomfortable so I returned my attention to her face and
stroked her cheek lovingly as she leaned forward towards my prick. Her
lips parted slightly as the tip of my cock passed through them, into
the warm and waiting wetness of her mouth. Inch by inch, more and more
of my shaft disappeared into her mouth until I felt the head brush
against the back of her throat. Sarah gagged a little - she was more
rusty than she probably thought - but after regaining her composure
let it slip down deeper into her mouth. Sarah's nose was now pressed
against my stomach, her breath hot against my skin. Slowly moving her
mouth away from me, letting my cock fall out of her mouth like a lazy
snake, she licked and sucked the entire way. As it came out of her
mouth completely, the tip bumping against her chin as it fell, almost
soaking wet, from her tiny little mouth, Sarah paused for a moment.
Looking up at me again, she said "Sorry, just had to get the hang of
this again,"

	Taking my dick back into her hand, Sarah jerked it slowly as she
moved her head to the side of it again, licking it like it was an ice
cream cone. Her tongue explored the length of my entire nine inches,
rubbing from the underside to the top  and making sure to tease and
satisfy every last nerve ending. Sarah seemed satisfied to sit there
all day doing this, again like a little girl enjoying a lollipop, but
I wanted something more satisfying. Putting my head on the back of her
head, I gently pushed her mouth back onto me, moving her up and down
along my cock with her mouth as she sucked harder the more she took
in. She responded well to this, enjoying the submissive style roll as
I turned her mouth into my sex toy. Make no mistake, I wasn't forcing
her to do anything - she just simply enjoyed me being the toolmaker
and her mouth the tool.

	When we settled into this rhythm, things became much more exciting
for both of us. Sarah had moved onto her hands and knees, her head
still bobbing back and forth up and down my cock as she sucked me off,
her breasts swaying enchantingly beneath her. Sarah bore virtually no
tan lines and her bronze body and golden blond hair made her appear to
be like an angelic goddess, sent from another world.

	Sarah seemed to enjoy the sex-object role she was playing, being
totally submissive to my every guiding move. In fact, she seemed to be
enthusiastic, trying her hardest to please me. I had always heard how
this sort of thing could be a turn on, having a beautiful and willing
sex slave at your every whim and beckon, but I now I knew that all
those people were right. Just the mental thrill, that slight sense of
power over another person, was incredibly erotic. As Sarah sucked on
me, the obscene noise of it filling the room as her mouth slurped up
and down on my shaft, I felt an orgasm building inside that I knew
promised to be incredibly intense.

	Feeling the cum start to surge through my balls and about to erupt, I
yanked my cock from Sarah's mouth just in time to shoot my load all
over her face and waiting mouth. At first it had caught her off guard
as I shot stream after stream onto her mouth, nose and even parts of
her forehead, but her look of surprise changed to one of delight as
she stuck her tongue out wide, hoping to catch as much of my spunk as
she could inside her mouth. And there was a lot of it for her to have
- I was even surprised as I continued to shoot more and more onto her,
a few shots spraying her neck and trickling down onto her gorgeous
breasts as the cum left sticky tracks over her nipples. I had to catch
my breath as the orgasm finally subsided and looked down to find Sarah
to be a completely sticky mess, almost her complete face coated in my
sticky juice.

	Sarah stuck her tongue from her mouth and licked all around her lips,
taking a big gob into her mouth. "Yum. I think that we could call it
even now, what do you say?"

	"Nope, I think I'm still ahead. I'm going to have to do something to
catch you up, since we are keeping track of all this stuff you know,"
I said with a grin. Sarah wiped her face mostly clean of the cum
streaks, leaving the remainder on her chest for it to drip off her
perfectly formed body and returned to her hands and knees kneeling
position.

	My cock was still incredibly hard and despite the orgasm I just had,
showed no signs of softening up any time soon. I wasted no time
sliding the head of my dick quickly into Sarah's pussy, opening her up
wide as my shaft entered her. Her two years without a man had made her
pussy incredibly tight, almost giving it a virginal feel. Sarah
breathed a heavy sigh of contentment, happy I suppose to have a dick
back in her. Whatever the case was, we both were enjoying ourselves
greatly. I took hold of her hips and began to fuck her doggy style,
her cute ass bumping against my stomach as I leaned hunched over her,
sliding my prick in and out at a good pace. Sarah threw her head back
over her shoulder to watch me fuck her, her eyes never leaving the
hypnotic motion of our hips bumping into one another.

	"Oh God!" she moaned. "I had forgotten how great this feels!"

	I said nothing, continuing to fuck her harder and harder. Sarah
responded with great gusto, egging me on by tightening her inner pussy
muscles and thrusting her ass hard back against my strokes in and out
of her. I reached my hand under her smooth, flat stomach and took hold
of one of her breasts, kneading it in my hand like a soft, heavenly
ball of dough. Holding her hip tightly now with one hand, our force
seemed to be reaching it's peak. The bed rocked violently on it's
slats now, shaking back and forth from our motion. We were oblivious
to this of course, especially Sarah, lost in some pleasure world as we
continued to make love.

	Then without warning, I felt Sarah's body begin to tense up and shake
slightly under me. She let out a loud cry of "AHHHHHHH!!!" and then
her arms gave way, sending her face first into the bed, her pussy
spasming uncontrollably from such an intense orgasm. The time off from
sex must have had a far stronger impact on her than she thought, I
thought to myself. Sarah lay heaving on the bed, her tits crushed
against the sheet, her mouth frozen in an indefinable shriek of
pleasure and her ass still thrust into the air, where I was busy
sawing in and out of her tight little pussy.

	I climbed further up the bed and positioned myself so that I could
push into her with an even greater stamina, making sure to leverage
myself perfectly so that I could still rub against her swollen and
aroused clit with my strokes. This shift in position caused Sarah to
come once again, albeit a smaller orgasm, as I felt her juices once
again come sopping out onto my cock. Sarah lay almost motionless now,
too tired to keep up the pace but not wanting such hot sex to end. I
felt the same way, but after about ten minutes of going at it like
this, the tightness of her cunt was just too much and I felt my second
orgasm of the afternoon come rushing out, shooting streak after streak
of white hot cum against the inner walls of Sarah's cervix and womb.
She could only cry out hoarsely as I came, her own orgasm and pussy
spasms finally subsiding.

	I made sure I was done cumming and finally let my dick slip from
inside of her as I collapsed onto the bed next to her. Sarah didn't
say a word, simply rolled over next to me, her arm draped across my
chest and fell into a deep and exhausted sleep. I thought to myself
that I should probably go, but then I felt a wave of tiredness over
take me as well and I slipped into my own state of blissful
unconsciousness.

	I awoke a few hours later, able to tell I had been asleep that long
by the quickly arriving dusk that descended over the horizon of the
water out the window beside us. Sarah still slept, her whole body now
laying against my own, her freshly fucked pussy pressed against the
side of my leg as she laid her left leg over my own right.

	Careful not to wake her, I slid off the other side of the bed and
covered Sarah up with the as much of the sheet that wasn't cum stained
that I could. Dressing, I slipped quietly out the bedroom door.

	To my surprise, the house was empty. Sarah's car, a cute little
sports thing that I had seen when I first arrived was gone, my guess
being Freddie had taken it to go run some errands or something. I only
hoped that he wasn't out causing more trouble - then again if he was,
I'd get a chance to fuck Sarah again I thought to myself with a smile.
I rummaged through the fridge quietly, taking out a bottle of water
and was about to go when Sarah appeared in the hall door way.

	She looked sleepy and tired, the only thing she was wearing being the
sweatshirt over her chest, going completely bottomless otherwise. Her
hair looked frazzled and probably needed some washing to get the cum
out of, but still amazingly she managed to look rather sexy standing
like that.

	"You're going?" Sarah asked. I couldn't tell from her voice if she
wanted me to stay or was just asking the fact casually, like one might
ask "Is it raining outside?"

	"Yeah, I need to. I have to get back to the office and get some shit
done," I said, opening the water to take a sip. It was cold and tasted
great as I felt the coolness of it trickle down my throat.

	"I understand. You have to be out there fighting off those nasty
studio heads and all," Sarah said, walking towards me. "But hey, just
remember," she said, standing on her tip toes to give me a kiss on the
cheek. "If you ever want any more of this," she continued, pulling my
hand down to her fiery hot snatch. "You know where to come,"

	I gave her a kiss goodbye on the cheek as well and told her that I
would keep that in mind. She watched me exit the front door into the
growing darkness. I walked to my car and thought about how wild the
last forty-eight hours had been: I'd fucked one of the hottest stars
in the world in Jennifer Lopez, ran half naked through an arena after
her husband saw us, only to get out alive and find out I had a twin
sister. To make things even MORE interesting, I paid off a gay male
hooker with two million dollars not to tell that he had been bitch
slapped around AND managed to bang Buffy Summers not even an hour
later.

	I couldn't help but chuckle to myself and wonder how wild life was,
what it had in store for me in the next few weeks. How foolish I was,
looking back on it now, to wonder about the future but to not worry
about the past. For if I had been paying attention on the way to my
car, I surely would have seen the person standing behind a palm tree
in Sarah's yard, silently clicking away photos that tracked my every
move. How much simpler life would be if I had only looked that way -
but I can't regret things now, not yet. For that part of the story has
not been told...



	CHAPTER 24: Julia Stiles


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