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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 24 - Julia stiles 

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 24 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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One of the celebrities I'm most proud of at the agency is Julia
Stiles. Not only was she a fairly esteemed actress for her generation
but I had taken a special liking to her. You see, when her career
began to take off was right around the time I took over my father's
firm. I felt like a proud parent when she had risen to become a pretty
well known actress. When her breakout hit "Save The Last Dance" had
burst onto the scene, I knew that she had finally made it, that even
though she wasn't the most drop dead gorgeous actress on the planet,
she still had what it took to be a box office draw. And in this
business, that's all that matters.

Which is why, to celebrate a year of success (okay, so it's a few
weeks into the New Year...what can I say, I had a scheduling
conflict!), I gladly accepted an invitation from Julia to go dancing
at a hot new club that had opened on the outskirts of town.

"You sure you're up for clubbing Dean? You are getting kind of old?"
Julia said into the phone with a laugh.

"I can hold my own. Just try not to blow me away with all those dance
moves you learned on set, alright?" I said back, reclining in my
chair. The year had started off slow for me and the business, as many
studios sat back and scratched their heads as to how a movie like
"Lord of the Rings" could make so much money. I had already heard
rumblings of other literary adaptations being planned, things on the
same scale as Tolkein's three books. And if I had my way, if the
rumors of big budget flicks being planned by all the studios were
true, then I'd be more than happy to worm any number of the agency's
stars into them, including Julia.

"Alright, well I'll meet you out front of your office at 8 then?"
Julia said. I agreed and hung up the phone. Walking over to my floor
length mirror, I checked out my physique. Na, I thought to myself,
you're never too old for a little dancing.


Julia was promptly outside my of office at 8, just like she said she
would be. She pulled up in a surprisingly modest Volkswagen Jetta, a
rich blue color that seemed to be cast from the shades of a bright
winter sky. I climbed into her car, greeted by the thudding bass of a
techno CD. Julia was certainly ready for clubbing. She wore her long,
curly blond hair down around her shoulders, the back of it touching
her very short white midriff shirt, emblazoned with a bright red heart
over her round and jutting breasts. She wore a micro black leather
skirt that just barely reached mid-calf on her legs. I knew that I was
going to be in for an experience tonight as I buckled in and we headed
off.

"So, where are we going? You didn't tell me the name of the club when
you called," I asked. Julia just grinned. "You'll see. It's not
anything like what you would expect,"

We drove for the next thirty minutes along the PCH, heading upstate. I
passed the time by watching the surf break over the rocks outside in
the starless moonlight, but couldn't help but let my gaze wander to
Julia's bronzed, smooth legs, especially while trying to carry on a
conversation with her.

I was a little surprised to say the least when Julia pulled the car
over suddenly, easing onto the shoulder of the road a little ways off
the main highway. A pickup truck buzzed past us as Julia turned the
car off.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Something about this place seemed too
secluded. My fears were eased though by a quick smile from Julia.

"Nothing. We're here. Why do you think I stopped the car?" she said a
little sarcastically. She opened her door and started walking down the
side of the road, heading off around a corner that wasn't but thirty
yards in front of us. I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and followed
her, catching up just in time to round the corner myself. She had been
right - we were here. As soon as I stepped around the corner, it was
like entering a totally different world. Only a few feet off of the
main road was a brightly lit building that looked like an old
warehouse. I could see people mingling around outside and could hear
the dull thudding of the bass from inside the club. The windows
flashed and danced with brightly colored, shifting lights.

We made our way to the entrance, the guys standing around outside
waiting to get in stepping out of our way so that we could get to the
door. This seemed odd, but then again I was starting to get a little
bit of an odd feeling about the place in general. Julia for her part
though, seemed to know what she was doing and where she was going. I
knew this wasn't the first time she had been here. Julia left my side
for a moment and bounced up, whispering something to the bouncer and
then planting a quick kiss on his cheek. The guy, who looked like he
could break my 6'5, 250 pound frame in half, smiled and lifted back
the curtain at the entrance for Julia and I to go in. Taking my hand,
we walked inside.

The music was almost deafening now and it was almost impossible to see
where we were going, sweaty bodies writhing and dancing around
everywhere. I had been to my fair share of clubs when I was back in
college, but this was an incredibly intense and jam packed club that
seemed to move and dance a completely different way than any club I
had ever been to. We headed straight for the bar first, again having
people part out of the way for us. I decided to ask Julia about this
as soon as I got a moment. We sat at the bar and the bartender came
over, asking us what we wanted to drink, Julia apparently a regular
there enough to warrant the bartenders attention. He came back with a
Sex on the Beach for Julia and, as usual, a scotch on the rocks for
me.

Julia and I were packed tightly on our stools, the people dancing
behind us. I looked around behind me, studying the crowd to try and
figure out what seemed so odd about the place. Then it suddenly hit me
- it was a gay bar. Besides Julia, there was probably not another
woman in the entire club. Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing
against gays - there are plenty in Hollywood that I deal with almost
regularly. It was just, needless to say, a little odd being probably
the only straight guy in the place.


"Uh, Julia...this is a...," I said to her, having to almost shout in
her ear over the noise.

"A gay bar? Gee, whatever gave that away? Maybe the half naked guys?"
she said with a laugh. "Yes, that's what it is alright. Why, do you
have a problem?"

"No, not at all," I said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable sitting
there. "It's just...well, why did we come here?"

"I uh," Julia said, suddenly becoming embarrassed. "Oh God! I'm soooo
sorry! I thought you were..."

"Thought that I was what?" I said puzzled. Then it hit me. "You
thought I was GAY?"

"Well, you are a better listener to women than any straight guy I've
ever met. And you seem to have a pretty good fashion sense so I just
sort of thought...oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she said, her face turning
bright crimson red. She stared down at the bar at her drink.

I couldn't help but laugh though, just thinking about the situation.
Julia must have been incredibly embarrassed, and perhaps what she said
was true about listening and the clothes. But the thought of me being
gay was bizarre enough to really make me laugh.

Julia was becoming slightly angry though. "You know, laughing at me
doesn't make things any better," she said with a little bit of a
temper. "Geez, you think you can judge a person and look where it gets
you,"

I took a sip of my drink. "Julia, if you only knew how wrong you were
about me, you'd be just as embarrassed," I said. "The better question
though is, how did you even find this place?"

She seemed a little bit more at ease now, though she still shook her
head in amazement. She turned her head to face me, her blond hair
falling to the side of her face in an elegant arch. "I found this
place with my girlfriends about three months ago. We were driving
along on the way back from a party and saw how hopping this place was
and just decided to stop. We were surprised when we walked in, but we
actually had a lot of fun. You have no idea how nice it is to go
clubbing and not have guys staring at you all night," she said.

"Wouldn't they still be staring at you though, since, you know, you
are the only one in here with breasts?" I said with a chuckle. It got
a big smile out of Julia.

"No, sometimes there are other girls here, but the guys don't seem to
mind. They are here for each other, not for me. It's nice too - the
total anonymity here, other than the occasional fan coming up gushing
about 'Save the Last Dance'," Julia said, finishing her drink and
ordering another.

"Yeah, I suppose it would be. No one would think to look for you
here," I said.

We sat next to each other for a few minutes, simply drinking our
drinks and listening to the DJ coming from what sounded like the
corner of the place.

Still thinking about the humor in the situation, I didn't notice the
guy slide up next to me at the bar until he had turned to talk to me.

"Hey there handsome. Care to dance?" the man said. He looked to be
about my age or so, somewhere in his mid 20s. He had the chiseled chin
of a character actor and very dark eyes that seemed a little
supernatural in the light of the club.

"I umm...well, you see the thing is, I," I stuttered, trying to say
something that wasn't TOO rude.

"What, you don't dance? Then let me buy you a drink" he said, putting
his hand on my wrist. Things were getting more uncomfortable by the
second.

Before I could reply though, Julia stepped in and killed the awkward
moment by brushing the man's hand off me and yanking me from the
stool.

"The thing is, he's taken. Sorry," she said, leading me to the dance
floor.

"Fine, have him all you want Ms. Thing. Just don't expect to get many
more like him in THAT outfit!" the guy called, turning back to the bar
as we made our way to the middle of the dance floor.

The song changed and Julia wasted no time dancing to the beat. Pulling
me close to her, she seemed to move as if she had no bones in her
body, bumping and grinding against me to the music. For my own part, I
danced along as well, trying to stay close to Julia so that I didn't
have ANOTHER odd meeting with a guy.

Julia pressed her back against my chest and rubbed her body all the
way down until she was moving on the haunches of her legs, twirling
and bumping to the music. She made her way back up, thrusting her ass
against me on the way up. She leaned her head back against my shoulder
and I took the opportunity to thank her, what with her head being so
close and all.

"Thanks for getting me out of that tight spot," I said to her. "That
was more than a little uncomfortable,"

"Not a problem. It's the least I can do - I was the one who brought
you here, remember?" Julia said, still dancing all around me, her body
pulsating to the rhythm of the music. She had moved behind me now and
I could feel her chest against my back as she held me while dancing,
having the time of her life.

"Hey, since you are straight and all," Julia said to me between ragged
breaths from the dancing. "I have to tell you, that guy was right.
See, I knew you were handsome since I first met you, but I figured
like most hot guys, you were gay,"

"Oh, is that right?" I said, now almost having to yell due to the
noise of the people dancing extremely close to us and the music
seeming to bounce off the walls and straight into my ears.

"Yeah. So I never thought about you sexually or anything," she said,
moving back to the front of me. I put my hand around her waist as she
moved, grinding her ass back against me, her white shirt becoming damp
with sweat that trickled all over her back and down to her dress,
soaking it a little bit as well. "But since I now know, I've got a
really wicked idea,"

"What's that?" I said, still grasping her by the waist. Through no
actions of my own, I felt a bulge growing in my pants, simply from the
jostling and rubbing Julia was giving me (it certainly wasn't the
atmosphere of the club - I had never seen so many sculpted and
shirtless men, rubbing and touching and kissing one another on a dance
floor)

Julia stopped dancing and turned around, pressing herself close to me.
"I want to have sex. Right here and right now,"

"What??" I said, shocked. "Are you crazy? We could get arrested!"

A wicked little grin crossed Julia's face, a grin that was also mixed
with excitement. "I know!" she said, her voice bubbling like a little
girl who is about to get what she wants. "That's what's so nasty about
it! I've always had this fantasy of having sex in public and I can't
think of a better place than right here and right now! There isn't a
single person in here who is going to notice or care,"

I pondered the idea, not exactly hip to the idea of whipping it out
"right here and right now", even if it was to fuck Julia. I went along
with it, trying to persuade her otherwise. "Well, I didn't see any
booths open back there when we came in. How about we keep dancing for
a bit and go talk about this in a few minutes when things calm down
some?"

"No no, they won't calm down here till the sun comes up. Besides, I
don't want to go to a booth, I want to do it RIGHT HERE. On the dance
floor. Dancing is so erotic anyways and I have to tell you that my
pussy has been getting wet just by moving against your crotch. What do
you say?" Julia said, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"I'd love to, but as your agent and thus in charge of your career, I
must advise against it," I said, her body still pressed close against
mine. My hands had somehow magically found their way to her hips and
my fingers were acting on their own, grabbing and squeezing Julia's
ass. My mind said no but my body said yes.

"I'll take that into consideration," Julia said, suddenly shoving her
hand down the front of my pants and grasping my dick, which became
hard almost instantly.

I groaned to myself as I realized that once again my body would
betray, in this case, all common sense, and let Julia squeeze my cock
to it's full length as I tightened my grip on her ass.

Julia smiled at the tightening of my hands and leaned up, kissing me
squarely on the lips. Within a second or two, we were locked in a deep
embrace, the noise and setting of the club seeming to fade around us.
I felt Julia's hand slip off my cock and out to the front of my pants,
where she proceeded to unzip my zipper.

"If we play this just right," she said, pushing her hand inside once
again. "No one will ever be the wiser,"

I let Julia do all the work, mostly because I was interested to see if
she could really pull it off, the thrill of getting caught exciting me
to no end. What happened next is very difficult to describe - it was
really one of those "you had to be there" moments.

In seemingly one swift motion, Julia managed to thrust her ass against
my now poking out cock, pull up her skirt and push aside her panties,
allowing me to bury all nine inches of my prick deep in her before I
even knew what hit me. I gasped in surprise, the pleasure of her
tightness around me, the feel of her warm and young body squeezing me
as I parted into her deepest nether regions a feeling beyond words.

Holding her ass back against me, Julia got more comfortable, slowly
holding my meat deep inside her. Very steadily though, she began to
pull away from me, in agonizing millimeter by millimeter, her muscles
milking my cock for all it was worth as she began to move herself on
and off of me. Julia's hips never stopped moving to the beat, and even
the most suspicious person watching us would have thought that she was
just grinding herself against me, as girls in clubs often do.

And yet, our faces in the end would have probably given us away -
Julia's mouth was framed in an expression of pleasure and excitement,
her mouth curling just slightly at the corners in a smile, and my own
face more dripping with sweat than someone who had been dancing as
little as I had should have been. At that point though, I didn't care
- feeling Julia's cunt around my cock was incredibly amazing,
accentuated even more by the way I had took her under my wing since I
started running the company. At the time, I hadn't really thought
about Julia sexually - she always seemed like a kid sister or
something. And even though it was wrong to want to sleep with your
sister, the giddy thrill of being deep inside Julia was more electric
than anything I had ever felt.

I suddenly realized that we had been standing in the same position for
what had to have been a minute or so and that if we didn't start
"dancing" again, people might start looking at us. Now it was my turn
to be the one to shake things up. Just as swiftly as Julia had thrust
herself back onto me, I managed to flip her upside down in the air
(sort of like the moves you see about those people who swing dance)
while somehow managing to keep my cock buried at least up to the head
inside of her.

This took her by surprise to say the least and I was even amazed at my
ability to pull something like that off. A couple of guys near us
stood there a little slack jawed at the move and I would have, in a
normal situation, at least demonstrated to them how to do it. But
since my dick was almost out in plain view, I instead pulled Julia
close to me in a kiss, impaling her hard on my prick.

She sighed a little as our lips met, her body melting against mine,
surrendering to the passion of the moment. Very gently and lightly as
we continued to kiss, I began to make small, circular motions inside
of her, thrusting as much as I could without being too obvious.

I could feel Julia's nipples pressing against my chest, the outline of
them very visible and clear to anyone who might have happened to look.
I couldn't resist getting a glimpse at them myself, so I pulled aside
her top in the front, getting a quick peek. Her nipples were the
lightest shade of pink I could imagine and stuck straight out from her
fistful size breasts like hard little nubs. There wasn't much to her
breasts but as I put my hand inside her shirt, feeling their heft,
they seemed to be just the right size for complete arousal of just
about any guy.

My motions in her cunt were moving faster now, lifting Julia off the
tips of her feet as I moved inside of her. She had slipped one of her
legs behind my own to get better leverage, and our bodies locked in a
pattern of ecstasy, the hard shaft of my cock rubbing against her clit
on the down strokes.

Still held inside my jeans, my balls ached for release. The pressure
of containing them inside the fabric of my pants was intense - as if
someone was holding my dick tightly as I fucked Julia harder and
harder, trying on some animal level to break free of not only the
taboo of sex in public but the urging to fuck Julia harder and more
primally than even my conscious mind could imagine.

So naturally, I was a little upset when I felt Julia slip herself off
of me and leave my rock hard manhood pointing straight out in front of
me in the humid air of the club. But she was quick to make sure I
wasn't too exposed - she stood to lose more publicly than I did,
that's for sure - and dropped to her knees, taking my dick in her hot,
wet mouth.

I glanced around the club, the obviousness of our act now all too
clear to anyone who could see us. But I was amazed to see that the
club had cleared out and that the few remaining people on the dance
floor were, in one way or another, going about doing what Julia and I
were doing ourselves. Some couples tried to be anonymous about it,
others just didn't care. It was surreal to see all of this happening
around you, to see so many naked bodies. And yet, I was possessed now
by a sexual craving and the only thing my rational mind could come up
with was "When in Rome, do as the Romans".

Julia was really going at it on my shaft, slurping and sucking hotly
as she moved her head up and down me. Her lips were tightened in an
"O" shape and the saliva coating my cock helped it slide in and out of
mouth and to the back of her throat. Julia wasn't the best girl at
giving head that I had encountered, but her gusto and resolve, not to
mention the strangely erotic quality of her warm saliva and drool
coating every centimeter of my cock, was still incredibly pleasurable.

Slipping a hand up underneath her skirt, Julia used one hand to grip
onto my legs and the other to tease and play with her clit as she
squatted beneath me.

"Let me watch you play with yourself," I whispered to her in between
breaths. I was panting heavily now, the smokiness of the club and the
heat of all the people dancing was causing sweat to pour down my face
and neck.

Julia obliged my request, lifting her skirt aside to give me a clear
view of her hairless pussy. This was quite a surprise because I never
would have figured Julia to be the type to go to the trouble to rid
herself of pubic hair. Her tiny snatch, stretched a little and red in
color from the fucking we had just done was dampening with her own
juices, the lips slightly spread as she slipped her finger inside. Her
eyes locking with mine, Julia continued to bob up and down on my cock,
sucking hard as her long blond hair hung down behind her ears.

Julia reached up and undid my pants, letting them slip down as the
pressure on my balls eased. I sighed in relief as I felt Julia's hand
reach out and grab my nuts, fondling them around in her hand slowly,
occasionally giving a little tug.

Her head began to bob faster now, as did her hand in sliding in and
out of her pussy and I guessed Julia was just about to cum. She
tightened her grip on my leg, squeezing hard, as her body shivered in
bliss upon reaching her climax. Moaning onto my cock, I almost blew my
load from the way Julia was practically screaming on my dick, and I
narrowly avoided the situation by grabbing hold of Julias head and
tugging on her hair tightly, pushing her nose straight into my stomach
to allow my cock to slide completely down her throat.

This caused Julia to lose her balance on her already shaky (from the
orgasm) knees and she toppled forward, landing on the dance floor in
front of me. A couple of guys stopped to look but then resumed what
they were doing. I bent down to help Julia up, but instead she rocked
back onto her ass, only to land on her back again purposely, her legs
spread now as she lay on the dance floor.

My pants around my ankles, I didn't hesitate to practically leap on
top of her, managing to impale her on my shaft in practically one
thrust. Julia and I were beyond the point of caring about who saw us
now or what would happen - the air of sex that seemed to rise from
every nook and cranny of the club was overpowering us and our sexual
energies. Julia had parted her pussy lips with two fingers when I had
entered her, raising her ass from the ground to meet my thrust.

Having better access to her full body now, I felt myself bottom out
deep inside of her hot, steamy cunt. The feel of my pubic hair across
her shaved snatch was unique, almost as if I was making love to
something heavenly and sweet, almost angelic in it's texture and feel.
I ground myself into her, my rod moving like a hot piece of steel in
and out of her deep and inviting tunnel, trying to push her through
the wooden planks of the dance floor. Julia had reached her arms
around my back now and was grabbing onto me tightly. I could feel her
nails scraping against my back through my shirt, feel them raking into
and across my skin.

I felt my orgasm approaching and glanced down at Julia. Her mouth was
tightly closed, her face flushed and damp with perspiration as she
looked into my eyes.

"I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?" I asked. I don't know why I
bothered this one time, after having shot my load into so many
starlets in the past. It turned out not to matter

"In me. I want to feel you shoot in me. I'm on the pill, so don't
worry," Julia whispered, pushing her mouth up to kiss me. I did
remember - I was the one who suggested that she go on it, after she
had a close call scare with some anonymous guy she had fucked after a
night long rave.

My cockhead expanded and I released my spunk deep inside of her pussy,
the walls of it seeming to thirst for the seed, wanting and urging me
to coat her inner softness with it. I felt the head of my prick bump
against her cervix as the final spurt came shooting out like a cannon.

I gasped loudly as I lifted myself off of Julia, our clothes a sweaty
and tangled mess now. Standing up, I zipped myself up and lifted Julia
to her feet, her hair looking completely dis-shelved, but also
incredibly satisfied.

"Well, that was fun," I said to Julia, putting my hand around her
shoulder as we walked off the dance floor. There were still guys
mingling around but it was obvious that the party was elsewhere now.
One of the guys however, called out to us as we were leaving "Hey
girlfriend, you forgot something!"

We both turned around to look and sure enough, Julia's purse and her
left shoe were scattered across the middle of the floor. Luckily for
us, no one had gone through the purse to identify who she was.

"Thanks," she said, waving to the man.

"No sister, you forgot something else!" he said to her. Julia looked
puzzled. He pointed down at her legs and Julia looked - running down
the back of her knee was a small stream of cum (mine or hers, it was
tough to tell). Julia scooped it up and licked it off her finger.

"Oh, that. Heh, thanks," she said sheepishly as we made it out to the
parking lot.


The cool winter air of the Pacific coast was crisp and just brisk
enough to have a little bite as we climbed into Julia's car, back to
my office. The ride was more silent now, although we both felt
surprisingly more at ease and comfortable around each other. I placed
my hand on Julia's leg almost the entire way there, knowing that even
if the sex never happened again, at least we had grown to be good
friends.

When we got back to my office, the parking lot long since deserted
save my car, I stepped out and leaned down to the passenger window to
talk to Julia. She rolled it down and was happy to oblige.

"You know, I still can't believe I thought you were gay," she said
with a chuckle.

"Well, I hope you know now that I'm not," I said with a grin.

"Listen Dean, I hope this doesn't come out sounding the wrong way and
all, but I don't think I want to make this a serious thing," Julia
said, her face becoming more stoic now. The thought of it being more
serious had never crossed my mind through out the whole evening, but I
figured Julia was just trying to set some ground rules.

"I don't either. I'm already involved with someone any ways," I said.
Julia's face turned into a scowl, upset at being the mistress instead
of the (possible) girlfriend. "No, don't worry. She's on the East
Coast and we agreed to see other people when we aren't together," I
said to her, which allowed her face to loosen a little.

"Ok. I just didn't want you to think I was into anything serious right
now in my life. I want to go out and party, have fun. You know, the
usual kid stuff. But I have to say, you were one hell of a fuck," she
said, the grin returning to her face.

"Thank you, thank you. I do what I can," I said, tapping on the window
base as I walked off to my car. Julia rolled up the window and I waved
to her as she drove off. She had flicked her music back on and I'm
sure that anyone out at this hour (4:07 by my watch) would be sure to
hear her coming.


Heading back to my car, I walked across the gravel of the parking lot
towards it, clicking the security system button to unlock it. Somehow
though, and I was never able to remember if it was through a rustling
or something I saw or what, I noticed that I wasn't alone in the
parking lot. Off to the side, in a small patch of woods as I walked to
the car, opening the door and getting in, there was definite movement
from the branches and leaves.

Not wanting to draw any suspicion, I started the car as casually as I
could, my heart racing in my chest. I reached down and picked up my
cell phone, pretending to dial someone as I sat in the drivers seat,
glancing out the rearview mirror.

No one could have seen my eyes in the darkness, but I could certainly
see who ever it was slip away into the woods. My mind tried to
rationalize, figuring it might have been a bum or a car thief or
something of the sort. But as the person - it was definitely a man, I
could tell now - moved further into the woods, the angle of the
moonlight just happened to flood the side of his body enough to give
me a perfect glimpse of what he was carrying: a long lensed camera,
just like the ones the paparazzi used.

Still sitting in my car, I glanced out the windows around me to make
sure the coast was clear, then proceeded to slowly roll down the
window and listen. A burst of cold air hit me and I heard some
crickets in the distance, but otherwise the night was silent. I knew
that those woods opened up after about 40 yards or so downhill to
another office parking lot. If whoever the man was had parked down
there, at this time of night I would surely be able to hear him start
up his vehicle.

I waited for a few more seconds - or was it minutes? Time passes
agonizingly slow when your heart beats a mile a minute - and then
heard it: the unmistakable sound of an engine revving. A large engine
from the sound of it. Rolling up my window, I waited for a moment and
drove my BMW around the back of the building. It gave me a perfect
view of the road, whose only way out from this office space cul-de-sac
was right passed our building. The mystery man would think I had left
and go buzzing right past as he made his "getaway".

Sure enough, not but ten seconds later did he come roaring down the
street, hauling major ass as he tried to put as much distance between
himself and me as he could. He drove a huge black Chevy Suburban, the
kind of car that was the bane of every environmental nut in
California's existence. I must have startled him when I arrived back
at the office. Whatever he was doing had been interrupted and he had
to make a quick exit. I counted to twenty before I flicked on my
lights and followed him.

The Shooting Stars Office is only about two blocks from the freeway so
even with the amount of head start I gave him, it didn't take me long
to catch up to him on the interstate. Traffic was sparse as he headed
north for the coast, driving well over the speed limit. Part of me
wanted him to get pulled over, but I knew that if that happened then
I'd never know who he was.

I allowed some distance to get between us, a car or two, as he
continued driving out to Santa Monica and onto the PCH that I had just
been on not an hour earlier. As he headed for his exit, the two cars
that had been between us didn't get off at the exit, leaving me and
Mr. Suburban to the darkness of the night.

I slowed down my speed a little so as not to be very visible in his
rear view mirror. And yet, he must have seen me because he quickly
speeded up and tried to lose me. For whatever reason, I decided that I
didn't care if he saw me or not and raced to catch up to him. The
roadways were completely deserted now, not another car around for
miles as we zoomed along the precarious blacktop, the dark and cold
ocean filling up every thing to the left of the car beyond the window.

Right behind him now, I tried to make out his license plate in the
dark, but he began to swerve erratically around on the road, making it
impossible for my high beams to catch it. My cover was definitely
blown now, but since I knew that we were the only ones on the road, as
long as I stayed behind him there wasn't much he could do to stop me
from following him.

Turns out I was wrong. The driver stopped driving so frantically now
and leveled out his path, which puzzled me. I was able in the waning
moonlight to see the silhouette of his head in the drivers seat. He
held something to his head...what was that? It looked like a cell
phone or something.

Suddenly, the phone in my car began to ring. The loudness of it in the
dark car startled me completely, causing me to literally jump in my
seat. I glanced over at it - the caller ID said UNKNOWN CALLER.
Hesitantly, I picked it up.

"Hello?" I said, my voice a little shaky.

"Have a nice trip. Hope you can swim," the voice on the other end
said, a gravely and scratchy, unnatural voice.

"What?" I said, looking straight at the car in front of me, puzzled by
what he had said. In a blink of an eye though, everything he had said
made sense.

Swerving violently off the side of the road to pull over into the soft
shoulder as we rounded a corner, I didn't have time to react to see
the OTHER black Suburban come flying at me from around the corner of
the road. In the blackness of the night, it looked like a great
metallic beast as time slowed down to a crawl that moment before it
slammed into the side of me going at least 40 mph, sending my car
skidding on it's side towards the thin metallic guard rail that kept
me from crashing into the sea at least 100 feet below.

My passenger side crippled and mangled, the sound of glass breaking
and airbags deploying and metal bending seeming to come at me from all
directions, my car crashed through the guard rail and rested with my
front left wheel hanging half on and half off of the side of the
cliff.

I stared out the drivers window into nothingness, the ground below me
missing as I teetered on the edge. My heart was beating uncontrollably
now as I frantically tried to think about what to do. And that's when
I realized I was powerless to do anything as I looked up into the rear
view mirror yet again and saw that it hadn't been another Suburban.
No, it had been an 18 wheeler that hit me from the side. I could still
see white chips of paint from my car on it's grill. But more haunting
than that was the sheer moment of eerie panic that hit me as I saw the
tractor trailer barreling at the back of my car now at who knew how
fast. I realized then that I could do nothing. So I did the only thing
that I could think about, the only thing still in my control: I held
tight to the steering wheel and gritted my teeth.

The impact came hard and fast, jolting my head back against the seat
and then violently forward onto the steering wheel as my car was
crushed from not only the side but the back now. But the jolt was
momentary, not to last. For it was then that I fell, gracelessly and
without a sound, my car launching like a crippled bottle rocket the
long distance down into the deep blue sea below.


TO BE CONTINUED...


Chapter 25: Alyson Hannigan


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