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Feedback and suggestions always welcome. This is a continuation from
chapter 25, read the note below to catch up. The next two chapters
will consist of one long story line, so make sure you follow along if
you want to enjoy the story to it's fullest.



Journal of an Agent: Chap. 26 - Reese Witherspoon 

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 26 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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(In the last chapter, Dean managed to track down the man who tried to
kill him by running him off the road, through the help of a private
investigator and the underground channels of the crime world. We pick
up with Dean approaching the place where the man, Warren Aiello, is
currently at.)


	The light was very dim inside, the only illumination coming from the
streetlight that seemed miles away down the street. The older,
decrepit building had indeed been an apartment at some point, although
since then had fallen into great disrepair. The front door inside was
off its hinges and lay against the wall at an angle, the wood of it
long since rotted through by termites and was dotted in what appeared
to be bullet holes. Heading towards the shaky looking stairs, I
noticed the graffiti along the walls, some old and some new. Though it
had been uninhabited, this place had seen it's fair share of activity
in recent years.

	I knew silence was key here, so I carefully took one step at a time,
watching where I was going to make sure I planted my feet on the
firmest looking portion of the board. Cigarette butts, crack vials and
empty beer bottles dotted the stairwell like the way a child's toys
fill a normal household. Each item seemed to say volumes about the
history of the building and what had taken place there.

	I ascended the stairs at a slow but firm pace, the only sound in the
hallway coming from my own thudding heart and the occasional car
driving by on the street outside. I cleared the first floor with no
problem and was almost through the second floors steps when my foot
suddenly came down on a rickety step and plunged right through the
rotted wood, the splintering of it sounding like an explosion in the
silence. Carefully I pulled my foot back out - it had hurt like hell
but I was ok - and tried not to make any more noise than needed as the
wood groaned upward as my foot came out. On firmer ground, I paused
for what seemed like an eternity and listened to see if Warren
upstairs had heard anything. When no noise came, I continued upward.

	Reaching the third floor, I again paused and surveyed the scene. Up
here, not even the light of the street shone, essentially putting me
in complete darkness. If it had not been for the blue glow of what had
to be a television down at the very end of the hall, Aiello's room, I
probably wouldn't have been able to see even a foot out in front of
me. The building reeked like piss and death up here, all the smells
from the other floors accumulating and rising upward like some kind of
grotesque crescendo. Covering my nose with my shirt, I removed the gun
from my pants and slid slowly along the inside of the right wall,
taking things as slow as possible. Sweat dripped down my face in
rivets, soaking my clothes and seeming to give the air an even more
pungent odor.

	My back now leaning against the wall, I stopped by Aiello's door and
listened. It had indeed been a television that was on - I could hear
Wheel of Fortune blaring at a semi-loud level - and things were much
brighter in the hallway now. He must have had a light on overhead,
because the blue glow was now overcome by a competing yellow dullness
that spilled out onto the floor of the hallway. I had been expecting
him to be locked inside of this room, doors bolted and firearms all
around just in case of the inevitable, but to my surprise there WAS no
door and, from my quick glance inside, I saw nothing but the bare
floor, a threadbare chair and a television set in the room at all.

	I at first though Aiello wasn't even there, that I had gotten the
wrong building. But when something happened on the show, when one of
the contestants solved the puzzle, I heard Aiello say "Finally bitch,
only took you four spins," and I knew I had the right place. My heart
thudded even louder now as I wiped the sweat off my head with the back
of my hand, and instinct took over. Leaning slowly, inch by inch into
the room, I turned and stood in the doorway, the gun raised out in
front of me.

	It took me a moment to adjust to the sudden brightness of light in
the room, no matter how dull it had seemed from outside the room, but
when I got my vision back I assessed the scene. Aiello sat hunched in
the chair, leaning forward, his eyes no more than six inches from the
screen. His massive back was stretching the fabric of his white cotton
t-shirt and I saw a bag of empty potato chips on the floor beside him.
What worried me more though was the double barrel shotgun that leaned
up against the chair, just a few inches from his hand. I knew that if
I made a move first, I had to make it good. Otherwise, I didn't stand
a chance.

	Taking a tentative step into the room, I held the gun steady out in
front of me. Aiello was only a few paces in front of me now, his
makeshift stuff sitting in the middle of the room, a giant (and
cracked) glass window giving a view onto the street below.

	He didn't seem to hear me approach behind him, lost in the show he
was watching. However, when I clicked the safety off of my gun as I
held it a few feet away from the back of his head, it was obvious that
his body had tensed up. Very slowly, his hand reached down to the
remote and flicked off the television. I moved the gun along his arm
as he did this, just to make sure that he didn't try anything. With
the TV off, we were left in silence in the room.

	His body still tense, Aiello said "Alright man, whoever you are,
let's just talk about this ok? Don't do anything rash and we can both
walk away from this in one piece,"

	I took a step closer, pushing the barrel into the back of his head
"Ok, I'm listening. You probably don't even know who I am," I said.

	"You got that wrong Simonds. I know exactly who you are. I KNEW I
should have blown up your car, rather than sink it. But life is full
of lots of should haves. You aren't dead, that much is obvious. That
doesn't mean you won't be before I get done with you though," Aiello
said. The coolness in his voice as he spoke showed me that he had
obviously been in situations like this before.

	"You're forgetting that I'm the one with the gun to your head, not
the other way around. Now you are going to answer my questions and
then I'll be out of here, letting you finish watching your show," I
said.

	"I ain't answering shit," Aiello said toughly, rocking a little in
the chair. I pushed the gun harder into his head.

	"No, you will. Don't think I won't hesitate to blow you away, not
after what you tried to do to me. Now answer my questiosn and let's,
as you said, both walk away. Who hired you to kill me?" I asked.

	"Fuck you," he replied. I was growing angry, but didn't want this to
last any longer than it had to. Acting out of this anger (and the
adrenaline pumping through me), I reared my hand back a few inches and
pistol whipped him on the side of his head hard, violently enough to
rock his head to the side and for him to cry out in pain.

	"Aghh! Fuck, alright. I'm too old to be dealing with this stupid
rich-guy-with-an-attitude bullshit. Who hired me? I was hired by a
woman, she said her name was Betty Rubble. So, as you can guess, it's
an alias. I spoke to her only once, she wanted to keep our connection
as distant as possible. Which is something I run into a lot in this
business, I'm sure you understand," Aiello said.

	"What did she look like? How else did you communicate with her, was
it through other people?" I asked.

	"Like I said, I only talked to her once. And it was over the phone.
The rest of our dealings were done through mutual friends and
middlemen. Look Simonds, I know you think you are some big dignitary
or bigwig whose brush with death should be headline news, but to me
you were just another paycheck. And a small one too. Fucking woman
didn't even give me the bonus she wanted because there wasn't a body,"
he replied.

	"So then someone paid you pretty shittily. What else can you tell me
that would convince me not to shoot you in the name of self-defense?"
I said.

	"Self-defense? Shit! You're the one with the gun to my head, I'M the
one who should be entitled to self-defense," Aiello said smugly.

	"See, that's where your wrong. All I have to say is that my car broke
down, you jumped me and I shot you in defense. That puts me here, at
this time, with an airtight alibi whose only dissenting voice would be
dead. So get off your fucking high horse and cooperate with me so that
I don't have to use this reasoning, alright?" I said as coldly as
possible. The truth was, I had hoped it wouldn't come to killing him -
I wasn't the type of person who could do that. But for a killer like
Aiello, I had to put on as solid and cold a front as possible.

	My comment seemed to make him hesitate now, a little uneasy about his
situation.

	"Now," I continued. "I just have one last question before I back out
of here and we never see each other again. Can you give me a way to
contact this woman who hired you?"

	Aiello sighed for a moment, thinking it over. He must have realized
that I was serious about killing him, and replied "Yeah. I got her
number over there with my stuff," he said, pointing towards a duffel
bag in the corner. "Lemme go get it,"

	Now it was my turn to think. Things were happening so quickly now,
and I knew that if I let him get up from the chair, I would be in
serious trouble. Then again, if I went to the bag myself, I'd have to
turn my back on him and who knew what kind of weapon he had hidden in
some place around the room.

	"Fine. Get it. But move slowly and take one step at a time with your
hands in the air," I said. He stood from the chair with his hands
raised above his head like I had asked. I moved behind him, keeping
the gun just a few inches from his head. He took the steps one at a
time, following my instructions. When he reached the bag, he bent down
slowly.

	"I'm just going to get out my address book and get the number,
alright?" he said as he slowly bent forward.

	"Fine, but the address book and nothing more," I replied.

	His hand inside the bag, I was too preoccupied watching his hand to
notice that he was watching me from the corner of his eye. He took the
address book from the bag and moved to stand up, but then suddenly his
left leg flew out behind him in a roundhouse style kick, hitting me
right behind my knees and causing me to have my legs knocked from
under me as I fell to the ground. Before landing though, I acted on
reflex and pulled the trigger, causing the gun to fire a wild shot
high above both of our heads. It slipped from my hand and skidded
across the hardwood floor, out of my immediate reach. The bullet
buried itself in the ceiling and dust floated down slowly as I hit the
floor with a thump.

	Aiello wasted no time moving towards the gun as I scrambled to grab
it before him. I got to it first, but he promptly planted his foot
hard on my hand, crushing my fingers. I recoiled in pain as the gun
slipped from my grasp again. He bent down to grab it, but now it was
my turn to knock his legs out from under him and he fell to the floor.

	We wrestled around on the floor with each other for a few minutes,
both of us fighting as hard as we could to get away from the other and
grab the gun. With a firm headbutt that caused me to almost black out
in dizziness, he managed to debilitate me for just long enough to get
the gun and scramble to his feet.

	Before he could regain his balance, I ran at him with head down like
a football tackler and shoved him with all my might back against the
wall of the building. The whole structure seemed to shake around us
and I couldn't help but wonder if the place might fall apart
completely. The gun slipped from his hand and hit the floor on it's
butt, discharging another shot into the opposite wall, whizzing by me
no more than a three feet away.

	With neither of us holding the gun, Aiello began to circle around me
like a boxer. He crouched down into a firm stance and began to throw a
few punches at me, to which I did the same. I knew that any blows I
landed on him would have to be in the face, as his hulking body would
hardly feel a thing if I hit him in the chest. Aiello managed to
sucker punch me in the side of my chest, which hurt like hell, but I
managed to stay on my feet. Throwing another punch, I caught him off
step and hit him as hard as I could on the nose. His head rocked back
violently on his massive neck and he took a step back or so, obviously
a little dazed from the punch. I hardly compared to him in size, as he
probably had 60 pounds or more on me, but my adrenaline was pumping
completely now and I could probably hit just as hard as he.

	Aiello didn't see it, but where he was standing in relation to the
room was only a few feet back or so from the large, pane less window I
had first seen from the street. If only I could get him near it...

	It turned out that he did it for me. Having refocused, I saw him
reach into his boot and pull out a long, 7 inch knife. His mouth was
dripping in blood as he advanced towards me, the knife in hand. I knew
I had to act quickly.

	"End of the line Simonds. I'm going to enjoy cutting you like a
fish," he growled, diving for me. This was my one chance - I moved to
meet him and, rather than try to hit him with a punch, I kicked my leg
out forward like a kicker on a punt and managed to introduce his groin
to my foot.

	A wave of pain rushed over him as he dropped the knife and grabbed
himself. His face turned pale and he was gasping for air like a fish,
crippled by the kick. I stood only a few feet from him, but he was
lined up perfectly with the window now, and so I ran at him. Putting
my head down again, I hit him like a battering ram right in the middle
of his massive gut. His arms flew out wildly around him as they landed
on my back, but he was too weak to do anything to me. My head still
buried in his chest, I pushed him forward as hard as I could, the feet
on the floor disappearing as I headed towards the window.

	With one final thrust, I pushed my arms into his shoulders and flung
him backward. He lost his footing and bent slightly at the waist, just
as his massive back slammed into the glass of the window. It was old
and not sturdy and broke like glass does in the movies. At first I
thought he was going to catch himself, his hands long enough to reach
the windows edge, but he instead just simply fell through. His legs
fell out from under him now and he rocketed out the window. I saw the
look of pain, surprise and astonishment on his face as he flew out the
window, falling out of my site. I rushed to the window just in time to
see his body slam into the concrete below with a thud.

	His arms twitched a little by his sides, but judging from the pool of
blood around him, it was probably involuntary. He was dead.

	I stepped from the window cautiously, my legs shaking. There was no
one else around so no one had seen it. I surveyed the room and grabbed
the address book and gun that lay on opposite ends of the floor.
Putting the gun in my waistband, I leafed through the address book,
searching for the name I needed. The names inside of it were laid out
like this - a name on the top, crossed through with a red pen and then
a name underneath it, some with a phone number- the victim and the
hirer. It felt creepy knowing that all the names that had been crossed
out were people who were dead. And judging by the sheer volume of
them, Aiello had been busy. I leafed through the pages quickly,
looking for my name. Towards the back, I finally spotted my name. It
had been crossed through like all the others, but the name below it
was simply a pair of initials: R.M. And there was indeed a phone
number, which made me feel, knowing that I had not come up here in
vain.

	Closing the book, I tucked it under my arm and quickly left the room,
turning off the overhanging light on my way out so as not to raise
much suspicion. Heading out of the building, I pulled the gun from my
waist and held it calmly down by my side, even though calmness was the
furthest thing from my mind. The streets were still deserted as I
headed back to my car. Glancing over my shoulder, I could see Aiello's
leg sticking out behind a dumpster. This was good - that meant no one
would find him till morning and even then, I'd be long gone. It was
strange knowing I had just killed a man, but if it hadn't been him it
would have been me lying motionless on the concrete out there.

	Climbing into my car, I sped off as quickly as possible, trying to
put as much distance from what had happened as I could. Aiello's death
wouldn't be in the papers and since he was just a hired goon, no one
would seem to mind him being gone. My body was filled with excitement
as I drove, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like liquid fire.
I could hardly keep still in my seat as I left the ghetto and entered
into more populated areas. Had a car backfired somewhere on the
street, I probably would have jumped out of my skin.


	After all the stress I had just been through, not to mention the
night's previous events, you'd figure that I was exhausted and wanted
to sleep. But my body was wound up tight, and I knew that if I went
home I wouldn't be able to sleep.
	
	Driving back, I passed the Get Buff Health Spa. The agency had an
account there, complimentary for all of our stars, where they could go
to unwind a little when they were still in town. It was considered to
be one of the best fitness clubs in all of Los Angeles and I knew that
only the elite few could afford to use it. It catered to the wealthy
and the on the go, for the type of clientele who wanted to stay in
shape but couldn't afford to spend hours on end waiting in line for
equipment to become available, not to mention the gawkers of the
general public who would doubtlessly nag the stars for an autograph.
Coming to a stoplight, I checked my wallet to see if I had the company
membership card with me - yes, I did. It was made out of a thick, gold
colored paper that sparkled and glittered in the dim light of the car.
My name was hand stenciled on it, so I knew that I could get in.

	Turning around, I headed back towards the club. The parking lot was
gated and guarded by a night security staff to only allow members in.
Being 24 hours, I knew that the place would be practically deserted
and just the place to go to burn off my energy so that I could get
some solid sleep.

	I pulled to the gate and idled out front while a security guard, a
humongous asian man with a tightlipped face and a sparse mustache,
came over to my vehicle.

	"Member card please," he said gruffly. I had disturbed him from his
nightly nap and I'm sure he didn't want to be dealing with anyone, let
alone me, at this late hour.

	I handed him the card. Pulling an electronic scanner of some sort,
similar to a bar code scanner, he zapped the card with a red laser. I
heard a "beep" come from the back of the gun like device and he handed
me the card again.
	
	"Thanks Mr. Simonds. Have a safe workout," he said, walking back to
his booth. The gate opened a moment later and I drove in, pulling into
one of the many empty parking spots. Getting out of my car, there was
only ten or so other cars in the lot as I approached the brightly lit
entrance. The building was quite large from the outside, although it
was striking that there were no windows to be found on the front or
the sides. As I passed inside, I checked in with the front staff.

	They were incredibly perky and helpful as I explained that I had a
membership but this was my first time here, as if this were 9 in the
morning rather than pushing 3AM. Handing me a soft, navy blue towel
with the words GET BUFF! embroidered in bright yellow on the bottom
and a pair of workout clothes with the same labeling, they opened the
door into the fitness center.

	My original thoughts of the place being very large when I went
inside. The main floor area was filled with the top-of the line
exercise equipment, the seats and benches and pads of it all - rowing
machines, dumbbells, everything you could think of and a few that
looked foreign to me - all shone cleanly and neatly in the light of
the room. I walked around each piece, inspecting it as I tried to
decide what suited me that night. Settling on a full body Solo flex, I
followed the arrows along the walls towards the changing room way at
the end of the floor. Inside the locker room, things were just as
perfect - they spared no expense in meeting their clients needs.
Changing into the shorts and simple white t-shirt they had given me, I
laced up a pair of sneakers (yes, these were provided too) and walked
out towards the main area.

	However, a sign caught my eye - POOL, 2nd Floor. I changed my mind
then, deciding that a few laps in a pool, not to mention the
comforting warmth of the water - would be just what I needed to burn
off this energy. Plus, I'd avoid the physical strain of working out,
not to mention the inevitable sweat. I followed the sign to an
elevator down the hall and took it up to the second floor.

	Here there was more facilities, including things that didn't seem to
make sense to be on a second floor - racket ball courts and a full
length tennis court, a basketball floor and four nets, two on each
side of the court. All seemed inviting, but I was set now on swimming
so I walked to the pool at the far end. I passed a few other patrons
as I went, a couple who were playing racquetball in the middle court
and a guy hitting balls out of a machine on the tennis court. The pool
(again, an unlikely thing for the second floor of any building)
however was empty. It was a full length, olympic sized pool that was
set deep into the floor. It was fairly shallow, probably no more than
three feet, and was fenced off around it's perimeter with an aluminum
fence that kept people from seeing inside.

	I entered into the pool area, setting down my towel on the deck chair
nearest to the entrance and sat down to take off my shoes and shirt.
Wading into the pool slowly, the water was just as warm as I expected
and felt like being inside of a nice, relaxing bath. I dove underwater
to get myself completely wet and then came up at the pool's edge,
glancing down the length of it to guess to myself how long it would
take to swim a lap.

	I started out by doing a slow, simple breast stroke and in no time
had already done ten or fifteen laps. My muscles seemed at ease now,
my body totally relaxed as I enjoyed the pleasant strenuousness of the
swim. Back and forth I went for roughly twenty minutes or so, pausing
every now and then to catch my breath and simply float around on my
back. Diving underwater again, I raced through underneath it, the
water parting around me as I swam the length of the pool in one
breath.

	Coming up for air, I was startled to find that I wasn't alone in the
pool anymore. Moving around slowly in the water as she adjusted to it,
I recognized the girl immediately - Reese Witherspoon. She was only a
few feet from me and had apparently not seen me yet, so I dove back
under and swam towards her until I was just a foot or two behind her
back, her legs treading water gently in the pool. I slowly lifted
myself up out of the water as quietly as possible and took a step
behind her, intending to scare her.

	When I was just a few inches away, I thrust my arms out around her
shapely waist and locked my fingers on her stomach, lifting her out of
the water suddenly.

	"ROOWWRRRR!" I roared in a playful manner as I picked her up and then
set her down again. Reese screamed in fright for a moment, then spun
around to look at me as I let her go. Her face turned to one of
laughter as she recognized me.

	"Jesus Dean, don't do that! I thought I was going to be raped by the
Creature from the Black Lagoon!" she said, splashing me lightly with
water.

	Reese was a long time client of the firm, whose asking price had went
through the roof with the astounding success of "Legally Blonde". Not
bitchy in the slightest and already married and with a kid, she was
hardly a client that I had to worry about getting in trouble. As she
calmed down a bit from my surprising her, I got a look at what she was
wearing: her short blond hair clung in one thick strand behind her
head and draped over just onto her shoulders. She had apparently
brought her own swimsuit to the club, as all it consisted of was a
two-piece bikini, the top of which barely covered the front of her
breasts, while the bottom did just as poor a job at holding her ass.
She looked like an angel  in the eerie light of the pool's light from
the far side, like a Greek nymph emerging from a crystal clear stream.

	"Sorry, just having some fun. What might I ask, are you doing here at
3:00 AM? I thought you were in Paris filming?"

	"I was. But I have three weeks off because the director is filming
principal shots out along the Rhine and the studio isn't going to pay
me to just sit down on my ass and do nothing," she said, giggling. "So
I came home for a bit, to spend time with Ryan [Phillipe, her husband]
and visit the rest of my family. But I haven't gone home yet because
I'm still on Paris time and knew I wouldn't be able to sleep," she
said.

	"I know the feeling. That's why I'm out here tonight. Let's just say
I've had a rough few days and needed to come unwind by tiring myself
out," I replied.

	A smile crossed Reese's face. "Been chasing the women too hard
again?" she said coyly. I laughed.

	"No, not at all. It's just...well, never mind it's not important. I
was pretty jacked up but I'm feeling better since I got here. This is
my first time using this place, even though I'm the one whose footing
the bill for all you stars," I said.

	"Really? Oh, I love this place. Especially now when there isn't
anyone else around. Even when it's just a bunch of other stars using
the equipment, I still have to make the cordial hellos. It's
exhausting," Reese said, leaning back into the pool and swimming
around a little bit.

	"Hey, welcome to my every day world," I said, following her by
swimming along her. We both moved down the length of the pool slowly.
We talked for a few minutes, the useless mindless gossip about what
the latest buzz in Hollywood these days is.

	"So, you have a special lady right now Dean? Could it be true that
someone finally has tamed the agent with the reputation of being a
great lay and the possessor of a monster dick?" Reese asked as we
returned to the more shallow end of the pool.

	"Well, I've been dating Natalie Portman for a while now. We keep
things pretty quiet among the industry. I never go to any events with
her or anything and we have both agreed to see other people if we want
to. I try to stay as attached and faithful to her because she is
really special to me, but sometimes it's hard," I said.

	"I know what you mean," Reese replied. "Ryan and I are married and
very much in love, but I know he gets tempted a lot. With both of us
being in totally different spots around the world, there is just so
much freedom to do whatever you want. It really is hell being married
to another star, especially one who is as desired as Ryan. I mean,
I'll admit that I've had my fair share of indiscretions and flings on
sets, but when we get together it just seems to make it all the more
special,"

	It was at this point that I noticed that we were no longer swimming,
just standing up in the pool. Reese's body seemed closer to me now
too, I could feel the heat of her skin through the water.

	"Yeah, I know the feeling completely. Plus, if you are really in love
with the person, what is a casual affair here or there? Love shouldn't
be about a physical commitment completely, you know?" I said. Reese
was moving towards me now for sure, as she tried to seduce me. And I
of course, wasn't going to stop her.

	"Especially when the affairs take place in a secluded spot," she
whispered, splashing a little bit of water in her hand. "late at
night, with no one around, in a place that no one would look for you,"
she said. Her body was pressed against mine now and I could feel her
ample breasts pressing into my chest as our mouths were just a few
inches apart.

	"Like right here, right now?" I said to her, wrapping my arms lightly
around her waist.

	"Uh-huh," Reese said. I didn't hesitate now, thrusting my mouth onto
hers. Our lips met and our mouths became one, my tongue moving into
her willing and hot mouth. She returned the feeling and we held each
other like that in the water, simply exploring each other's mouth and
tongue. I slipped a hand down to her ass and gave a gentle squeeze
that caused Reese to jump a little and thrust her hips against my own
pelvis. I felt her pussy underneath her bikini bottoms rub against the
front of my own bathing suit, grazing along my already hardening cock.

	We broke the kiss and I removed my hand from her ass, sliding it up
the side of her body to cup her breast in the palm of my hand.
Kneading the fleshy softness of it around in my fingers, her breast
felt warm in my hand. We kissed again for a moment as Reese pressed
her body against mine. I continued to fondler her breast, rubbing and
playing with it in my hand. With my two fingers, I pulled back the
flimsy material that was covering her nipple and exposed it to the
cool air of the gym. It hardened quickly as I placed my mouth to her
nipple and sucked on it lightly.

	Reese placed her hand on the back of my head as I sucked on her
breast, taking her ample, b-cup breasts into my mouth. I slid my hand
across her chest and removed the rest of her top, sliding the material
down to her waist as she stood before me half-naked now. Her nipples
were small, although not especially tiny. They were well proportioned
on the rest of her breasts, which hung at a pert angle with no hint of
sag (despite having had a child already). Reese's skin was silky
smooth in the water of the pool as I held her in my arms. We floated
there for a while, my tongue finding her nipple every now and then and
her own kisses brushing gently along my neck and face.

	I could tell that Reese was very hot by now and very much ready to
move on to the next step. Acting on this, I placed my hand on her hip,
indicating to her what I wanted. Reese understood and guided my hand
with her own to the corner of her bikini bottoms, hooking both of our
thumbs under it and pulling down the material past her thighs and
knees. The water caused them to float off as Reese stepped out from
them and they fell to the bottom of the pool. Reese stood naked before
me now completely and I pulled her again towards my body. She was
shorter than me, but was at the perfect height where grasping her body
felt like we merged into one.

	Reese's hands slipped into my own shorts now and pulled them down. My
cock sprung loose, the head poking out just slightly over the surface
of the water. Grasping it in her hand, Reese began to work it up and
down under the water. It glided fluidly, the warmness of the water and
the tight grasp of Reese's hand creating an amazing feeling. I stroked
my hand through Reese's hair as she brought me to full hardness now,
all 9 inches of my cock twitching and ready to go.

	Still holding her against me, she parted her legs slightly and guided
my prick underwater to her pussy. The tip pressed against her hole,
both of our bodies wanting to feel the other one with each other. With
a slight thrust of my hips, my cock spread her wie and moved inside of
her. Reese gasped as my shaft pushed into her inner walls, the
lubrication of the water allowing our union to become complete.

	Reese began to float now, her legs wrapped around my waist as she
reclined back into the water. It was a surreal feeling, having sex in
water. None of the strenuous effort required in holding the other up
was needed, the water doing most of the work as it defeated gravity.
Her legs were quite strong, and Reese began to buck against me, slowly
at first but then at a faster and faster pace. Water began to splash
all around us now, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other
causing quite a racket. I didn't care if anyone saw us though - there
was no way that they'd revoke my membership, not with the huge list of
stars I sent their way and paid for. Knowing that we could get caught
but that the power of being in control of the situation turned me on
incredibly, so I began to meet Reese thrust for thrust.

	Her breasts floating on the water, Reese moved her hands behind my
neck and supported herself more firmly now, my own hands supporting
her waist. I felt Reese's cunt tightened around me for a few seconds,
her eyes closed in a pleasurable grimace as she shuddered in orgasm
against me. I could feel the incredible friction around my cock as I
scraped and sawed back and forth along Reese's clit. Her pussy was
tight, but seemed quite loose once I was fully inside her. She was no
stranger to sex, that much was obvious, as she seemed to know exactly
what to do to get both of us off at the same time.

	Unhooking her legs from my hips, I grasped Reese's ass and squeezed
it tightly as she continued to rock up and down on my prick. Snaking a
finger inside of her ass cheeks, I rubbed my finger over her asshole
and slipped the tip of my index finger in against her tight sphincter
for a moment. Reese cried out loudly now, her body swaying and rocking
against me as she came again.

	All the adrenaline I had saved up allowed me to keep going for what
seemed like forever, and with the strange feel of the water around me,
my orgasm seemed miles away as I continued to fuck Reese. Knowing that
she had already had a child and was married, I didn't want to risk
coming inside of her, so after a few more strokes, I removed myself
from her.

	Reese caught her breath for a moment but then looked a little
disappointed that I stopped. However, I didn't say a word and simply
turned her around and guided her towards the steps that led to the
front of the pool. Again, Reese knew exactly what I wanted and took
hold of the metal handle bar with her hands, half of her body in the
water (her beautiful, peach shaped ass) and half out (her firm,
dripping wet tits).

	Moving behind her now, I teased along her pussy by sliding it up
under her legs, parting her lips slightly as my cock shaft moved
through them. Reese gasped a little and had turned her head back to
watch me now, little droplets of water falling from her breasts.
Positioning my still rock hard and soaking wet cock against her
asshole, I slowly began to push the head in against her.

	Reese tightened her eyes again, a small circle forming at her mouth
as I moved into her slowly. I didn't want to hurt her and it was clear
as I slid inch by inch inside that Reese had done this before, but
nevertheless, I took it slow. Methodically, I pushed my cock into her
until my hips pressed against her buttocks, my balls floating against
the cleft in her pussy.

	Pulling my shaft out slightly, just an inch or so, I began to move in
and out of her. Getting all nine inches in had been easier than I
thought - the lubrication of the water helped things tremendously to
make it easier for me and more comfortable for Reese - and within a
few seconds I began to move in and out of her ass slowly.

	Her anus was very tight, much tighter than her cunt and seemed to
stretch out around me as I moved in and out of her, with long
pleasurable strokes. Reese began to relax a little and was actually
really getting into it as she bucked against me now. Her ass felt
wonderful in the water and I reached my hand out to fondle her tits as
she grasped tightly to the bar, the water splashing around in waves as
I pistoned in and out of her pussy.

	By now I was able to move my entire shaft almost completely out of
her at a pretty steady pace, the fiery tightness of Reese's ass like a
warm vise for my cock. My balls slapped loudly against her as I moved
faster and faster, feeling my orgasm building inside of them. I felt
my nuts tighten up as the cum rushed up my shaft and I buried myself
in hard and deep inside of her, erupting a massive spray inside of
Reese's tight ass.

	I felt the spray shoot inside her anal cavity, coating her ass as I
continued to cum. Reese had orgasmed as well and was now leaning
against the metal pole, her breast pressed against it's cool surface
as I slowed down and finally withdrew from her, my cock coated in my
own juices as it mingled in the water. Reese let go of the pole and
floated on her back into the water. I could see how her pussy lips
were stretched and her blond pubic area was a little red from all the
attention it had received. Still, Reese looked to be totally relaxed
as she floated there, her blonde hair splaying out around her lazily
in the water. I too felt much more relaxed and at ease, all my pent up
energy gone.

	I dove underwater and took a couple of laps around the pool, just to
feel a little bit more refreshed. When I came back to the front of the
pool, Reese had put her bikini in a crumpled pile on one of the chairs
and had wrapped herself in a white cotton robe. She was brushing her
hair and sighed to herself as she looked around the pool. I floated
around in the pool for a moment, watching her.

	"I'll be back in just a second. I need to go make a phone call,"
Reese said, heading off towards the locker room. I nodded and found my
suit (stuck to the bottom near the drain) and put it back on. Laying
on my back on the surface of the water, I closed my eyes and gently
just laid there, enjoying the silence of the late hour and the glowing
feeling from the magnificent sex I had just had. My mind must have
wandered a lot because by the time I opened my eyes again, my chest
was cold from the air, and I didn't know how long I had been on the
water. I stood up on the bottom of the pool and saw Reese sitting with
her back away from me by the pool. Her legs were crossed and she had
her hair wrapped up in a towel. Her bathing suit was sitting next to
her.

	I walked out of the pool and began to dry off, wrapping a towel
around me and went to sit next to Reese. Her demeanor had changed
though - she had a look of confusion and ashamedness on her face and
was biting her lip in an unhappy frown.

	"Hey, Reese. Come on, don't worry about that. We both have a lot to
lose by what we did tonight, so don't think I'm going to say anything.
It was just a one time thing in my book," I said, putting my arm
around her to try and comfort her. She shrugged it off and looked at
me.

	Her blue eyes caught the surface of the pool and reflected it back,
making them appear to sparkle and dance as she looked at me.

	"No Dean, it's not that. It's just...well, I want you to know that it
was strictly business. Nothing personal, but you're a business man and
you know when you see a good deal right? So I took it. I like you a
lot but I have to look out for what's best for me. I hope you
understand," Reese said, casting her eyes downward as she spoke. I was
confused.

	"Reese, what are you talking about 'strictly business'. I don't
understand?" I said, puzzled.

	That's when I noticed that two men had entered into the pool area,
two BIG men. One held the gate open while a third man walked in. I
recognized him immediately. It was my half-brother Jacob.

	"My my, Dean Simonds alive and in the flesh. You're a tough man to
find, especially when you are supposed to be dead," Jacob said. He
wore a dark green suit with a button down white shirt and a maroon
tie. On anyone else it would have looked distinguished but with the
air in which Jacob carried himself, he simply looked arrogant.

	"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" I asked, getting up.
	
	"Oh, why don't you ask your former client Reese about that Dean,"
Jacob said. Reese didn't look at me now, her gaze at the floor as she
stood up and walked towards Jacob. She stood beside him, looking
around at any thing else but me as she clutched her arms against her
chest, like she was cold.

	It was then that I got it all - Reese had sold me out to Jacob, who
was going to try and take over my company by either killing me or some
other means. He must have offered her a sweet deal and almost
certainly a bonus for delivering me up to Jacob here tonight.

	"I'm sorry Dean, like I said it was all about business. Jacob gave me
a better deal," Reese muttered to me, her eyes glancing up from the
floor to me and back to the floor again. I stood there in shock,
trying to decide what to do. Turns out that decision was already made
for me.

	The two men with Jacob reached into their coats and pulled out a gun
each. Reese, having seen this, scurried away.

	"Now Dean, I can't kill you here. But we can deal with you later. So
just come with me now, we will go to the locker room and get your
clothes and then it's time to talk," Jacob said coldly. For being
younger and (what I had thought) to be stupider than me, he had me
pinned in a corner.

	"And if I refuse?" I replied, trying to keep my voice from shaking
too much.

	"You won't refuse. Not but once. Now come on, let's go," Jacob said.

	They turned and walked towards the locker room. I hesitated for a
moment and then followed.


	What choice did I have?



TO BE CONTINUED...


Chapter 27: Kirsten Dunst


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