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Well, this is it. This chapter is dedicated to all the readers who
followed the series all the way through and kept me on my toes and
offered great feedback. All of you made the series more special and
fun to write. I'm not ending my writing career by any means but it was
time to end JOA. Any closing feedback you might have is most
appreciated. Ok, enough blabbering...enjoy the finale!


Journal of an Agent: Chap. 30 - The Finale

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 the last part 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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	"So tell me Damon, where do you see yourself in say, 10 years?" I
said to my assistant as we both munched down some bagels during an
impromptu breakfast in my office.

	"Mmph!" he replied, finishing chewing, pausing to swallow before he
continued. "Well, I'd like to stay here at Shooting Stars. Of course
my dream is to direct a film, even a low budget indie one. I want to
get higher up in the Hollywood hierarchy,"

	"Then you want to move to behind the camera, rather than ushering
stars in front of it?" I said with a smile.

	"Pretty much. Why do you ask?" he replied.

	"No reason, just popped into my mind. All the stuff that's happened
to me in almost the last two years has really made me think about my
life," I said.

	"What do you mean?"

	"I don't know. I mean, running the firm is like a dream come true - I
get to mingle with the most beautiful people in the world, help them
out, and get paid very well to do it. Of course, there are the fringe
benefits too," I replied.

	"But of course," he said with a wicked smile.

	"But I mean, things get a little stale after a while. I was star
struck when I first took over for my father, but now hardly even the
most strange things or situations bother me. I think I might need a
change of scene, or at the very least a vacation. What do you think?"
I asked, wiping my mouth as I finished the bagel and took a sip of
coffee.

	"Don't get me wrong, I love working here. Every day is like a new
adventure in my life, something I'll be able to tell all my grandkids
about - how I was on the edge of Hollywood, helping you call the
shots. But I can understand where you are coming from. Since I've
worked for you, I don't even know how many women have come and gone
with you, and I know from personal experience that so many different
women, who all have different problems, can be very tiring. Hell, any
type of solid relationship would wear me out!" Damon said.

	"So then you don't think that I'm off the mark when I say I may want
to, I don't know, sell the whole thing and move on with my life?"

	"Not at all. But I don't want to see you go, not only because I would
probably be out of work but also because I consider you a pretty good
friend and I hate parting with friends. But it's your life, your
business, you should be able to do whatever you want and be happy with
the choices you make," Damon said.

	"I guess you're right. It's just something I've been kicking around
for a while, but it feels like all of this is leading up to something,
that I'm at a juncture in my life and I will have to make a decision
real soon," I said with a sigh.

	There was a tentative knock on the office door, followed by a slight
creak as it opened slightly.

	"Uhh, Dean?" a voice said. It was Ashley, the young girl I had hired
last week to help Damon out and serve as a part-time temp for the
firm.

	"Yes Ashley, what is it?" I said to her.

	"Catherine Bell just called. Or, well, actually, a rep from CBS
called and they said that she wants to see you as soon as possible
about something going on," Ashley said. She was a smart girl, a little
shy but was learning pretty quickly how to work in an office.

	"Did they say what it was?" I asked, standing up and brushing myself
off from a few loose crumbs.

	"No, they said that even SHE wouldn't say. They just told me to tell
you to come down to the lot, lot 4G, and speak with the director,"
Ashley said.

	I sighed again and looked at Damon. "Well, guess it's back to the
grind. Thanks for hearing me out on that stuff Damon," I said.

	"No problem Dean. Good luck figuring out what she wants," Damon said
as he cleaned up the bagels and cream cheese from the corner of my
desk.

	"Thanks. I'll have my cell phone, so you or Ashley can call if you
need me," I said, heading out the door.


	Traffic was pretty light that morning for some reason, especially
once you got off the freeway. Cruising downtown, I had to pay
attention and make sure I didn't accidentally hit one of the people
running across the road. That was the last thing I needed - a
vehicular manslaughter charge to deal with. I had taken a new company
car, a black BMW X5 and was still getting used to driving such a
massive vehicle - a delivery man moving a big box into one of the
smaller studios was almost an unfortunate victim of my learning
experience. Pulling into the CBS lot, I got clearance with the guard
and drove around looking for lot 4G.

	The CBS lot was just like you might imagine a studio lot to be - big,
filled with sets and big warehouses, crew and stars zipping around
it's concrete lawn on golf carts, buzzers going off indicating filming
was taking place. I finally located the lot, the filming studio for
the non-travel spots of "JAG", the wildly successful military drama in
which Catherine Bell, a long time client, was a co-star of. Parking
the car, I walked in through a side door and collided with a PA, who
looked to be just as startled as me.

	"Can I help you?" he asked excitedly in that tone of voice that only
those who live and breath Los Angeles for many years can carry.

	"I'm Catherine Bell's agent, Dean Simonds, I was told that she needed
to see me?" I asked to him, straightening out my charcoal gray suit as
I shifted into business mode. A slight look of disgust washed over the
PA's face - no matter how nice you were to people in the industry,
agent's never got accepted as anything but weasels and scum. In most
cases though, the distinction was not unwarranted.

	"Right this way. Go down and take a left, then take another left and
one right and you will be at her trailer," the PA said before hustling
off. Following his directions, I headed out from inside the building
to a large door leading to an open set, with a row of trailers off to
the side. I walked along them, looking for her name, but Catherine
spotted me first. She stuck her head out from the trailer and called
my name.

	I came over to her and she opened the door to let me in. The trailer
was hot and musty, the television on and the space tight and cramped.
I had told her many times that I could get her a nicer trailer, but
she never took me up on the offer. I still couldn't see why. I was a
little taken aback as I came in and my eyes adjusted from the
brightness of the morning to the dark recesses of the trailer to see
Catherine leaning up against a small mini-bar, sipping a drink in only
a pair of khaki pants (part of her regular costume from JAG) and a
bra. Nothing else. Her brown hair looked freshly cleaned and styled,
but from the sweat glistening off her body and the cleft between her
ample breasts, I took it that she hadn't been on set for at least a
few hours.

	"Fix you a drink Dean?" Catherine asked.

	"No, thank you. And quite frankly, don't you think that you shouldn't
be drinking when it's only 10:30 in the morning?" I said, walking over
to her and taking the small glass from her hands and setting it on the
counter. She snatched it back up and finished it off, setting it back
down again as she poured herself another. I could smell the alcohol in
this part of the trailer and wondered how many drinks she had actually
had, even though she looked to be perfectly coherent.

	"I'll do what I damn well please. And if you don't agree with me then
you can leave like the rest of them," Catherine snapped as she turned
away from me. Here we go, another long morning...

	"Alright, I'm sorry. But could you tell me why I'm down here? Why are
the studio heads calling me to come talk to you?" I asked, talking to
her turned back.

	"You wouldn't understand," she said. "No one here seems to
understand,"

	"Well, try me. That's what I'm here for," I said reassuringly.
Catherine turned to face me with tears in her eyes.

	"I'm upset. It's not about the show. Well, it is but it isn't. With
all the stuff that's happening in the world, I just don't see the
point in acting anymore. I mean, what good is it doing to make life
better for people?" Catherine said, her voice fighting back tears.

	"Catherine, I'm not following you. What in the world upset you?" I
asked.

	"It's all that stuff that's going on in the Middle East right now.
Israel. Palestine. Iraq. Iran. It's just...well, you know I'm Iranian,
right?" Catherine said.

	I nodded.

	"See, even though I don't live there, I have family and friends there
and with all this trouble that it going on in that region, I can't
sleep. I can't eat. And I most certainly can't act. It just seems to
trivial to try and entertain an audience when people I know are out
there in what could be grave danger," she said, sobbing now as she
walked over to the couch in the middle of the room and sat down. I
followed her.

	"But Catherine, this has been going on for thousands of years! I
won't argue with you that it's not upsetting, but I mean, do you think
anything is really going to change any time soon?" I asked, trying to
comfort her. It backfired.

	"That's just what my husband said. So I guess you don't understand
either," she said, turning away from me, bitterness in her voice.

	"Catherine, listen. I'm here to do whatever you need me to, but I
can't save the world. I can't make people stop hating each other, I
can't stop people killing one another. I can only do my part, for you,
to make your life better and happy so that you can live out your
dreams. Remember when you told me a year back or so that you were
happy in your life, that you had become the star you had dreamed about
being back when you were a little girl? Remember how joyous your life
was, just because you were going out there every day and bringing, if
only for a few minutes at a time, enjoyment to people whose lives
might be missing it?" I said. Catherine was silent for a moment,
sipping from her drink.

	"Yes. But don't you see how empty that really is? How this whole
Hollywood industry is just about selling movies or television shows or
magazines?" she said quietly.

	"I do see that. But I also see a beautiful woman with immense talent,
feeling sorry for things she can't change in the world. It's alright
to be upset about the world, about injustices. But if you let it
consume you, if you let it become all that you think about, then you
are just adding to more misery in the world by not being an active
part of it," I replied.

	"So then what should I do?" Catherine said, facing me now. The tears
that had run down her face left soft streaks down her beautifully
darkened cheeks.

	"You should do what your heart tells you to do. You should make the
best of your life and keep following your dream. You should donate or
speak out against what you believe strongly in, but you should make
your life whole by using the talents and position you are in now to
help that. Recognition doesn't always have to come from a television
screen you know," I said, smiling.

	Catherine was silent again, moving now to lay down on the couch. I
stood up over her as she turned her face away to the inside of the
couch. I waited a moment before saying anything.

	"So will you go back out there and do what you know you should? Can I
tell the producers that?" I asked.

	Catherine nodded softly. "Yes. Tell them I'll come back to work in an
hour or so, ok? But I want you to come and get me, not some pimply
faced production assistant. Alright? Right now, I just need to be
alone, to sleep maybe a bit,"

	"Ok," I said, patting her lightly on her smooth and flawless
shoulder.

	I exited the trailer back out into the quickly increasing heat of the
day. Heading back to the main building where production was done for
the show, I glanced around for the producers. Spotting a man sitting
in a chair behind the cameras, I walked over towards him. I was cut
off however, by someone I really didn't want to deal with.

	"Dean baby, what's shaking?" Rick Dugan said to me as he stepped in
my way. Rick was a music agent, representing mostly musicians like
Christina Aguilera out here. It was his client, Ms. Aguilera in fact,
that had ruined my relationship with Alyssa Milano almost a year ago.
I hadn't seen him since, but I was surprised and not thrilled to see
him now, as he just oozed sleazeball.

	"Hi Rick. What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to make a
hopefully brief conversation.

	"Didn't ya know? I've moved on to bigger things now. I still do music
reps, but now I'm branching out into TV and movies. I've got a girl
here right now who has a minor role in the episode they are shooting
today and I wanted to come down and make sure everything went okay and
maybe try to get her a bigger part on the show, ya dig?" Rick said
with a shark's grin.

	"Yeah. Well congrats," I said, trying to step around him. He cut me
off again though.

	"So, I know that things didn't work out with that bitch Aguilera, but
you have any more clients who you might want to send my way? Word on
the grapevine is that Dean Simonds has been through hell and back in
Hollywood and might be leaving the game," he said. I was startled by
his knowledge of this, but quickly reasoned that he had probably just
assumed it after what had happened with the failed take over that my
half-brother Jacob had planned. It was a not-too-secret secret amongst
the industry folks.

	"No, I'm not leaving. At least not today or anything. And no, you
can't have any of my clients. I'd rather have my balls chopped off
than send them to you," I said coldly, my anxiousness to speak to the
director hopefully evident on my face.

	"Hey, woah there baby, don't get all defensive. It was just a simple
question. Oh wait, you're still pissed cuz I ruined things with you
and that Milano chick, huh?" he asked.

	"Yeah, something like that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to
do," I said, butting into his shoulder and walking past him.

	"Hey Dean!" he called behind me. I spun on one foot and turned to
face him, sighing heavily in exasperation.

	"What?"

	"If you ever change you're mind, you know where to find me. Look for
the big car being driven by the big dick man. That will be me," he
called with a laugh. A puzzled crew member walked between us as I
approached the producer, ignoring Dugan's comment. Reaching the
producer, we talked for a few minutes, as I explained to him that
Catherine was upset over personal issues but that she should be back
to work right after they broke for lunch around 1:00 or so.

	"Just make sure she is here. We can go a day or so without her, but
if she isn't back in top form than we will have to postpone production
till next week. And the studio heads will have my ass," he said. I
gave him my assurance and headed back to Catherine's trailer. I had
managed to kill about 40 minutes of time, so I thought I would just go
in quietly and wait for Catherine to wake up. I would be there in case
she needed anything, plus I could stress how important it was that she
get back to work ASAP if she was already ready.

	Opening the trailer door quietly, Catherine was still stretched out
on the couch, her back facing me. Only now I saw, she was naked from
the waist down, presumably to get more comfortable in the sticky heat
of this giant metal box. Her perfectly shaped ass faced me and for a
moment I felt a twitching in my pants. I quickly examined the rest of
the trailer, trying to avoid looking at her smooth skin, supple ass
cheeks and long legs. Out of things to look at in less than a couple
of minutes, I took a seat across from her and watched her sleep, the
rhythmic breathing of her back moving up and down softly. I knew she
would be annoyed to find me sitting there watching her while she
slept, especially naked, but if I had to then I could just play it off
as having just walked in.

	To my wide eyed surprise, Catherine stirred in her sleep, turning
over onto her side as she now faced me. Her luscious breasts were
still held inside of her bra, but seemed to be straining against the
flimsy fabric. I could see the outline and top of her nipple just
poking out over the top of her bra. They were about medium sized, a
rich dark brown color with the tips poking against the fabric of her
undergarment. Her mound was a dark black nest of neatly trimmed hair,
her pussy lips slightly visible in between her crossed legs. Like her
nipples, they were a deep brown color and looked so inviting, a hint
at the pink buried deeper within visible only slightly.

	I realized I had been holding my breath in awe at her beautiful naked
form and let the air escape from my lips slowly, the heat of the
trailer, combined with the rush of spying on this sleeping beauty
causing my head to pound. I debated about what to do: should I leave
and then reenter loudly to let her know I was there, giving her time
to get dressed? Or would she even care if I continued to sit where I
was and gaze upon her, hoping that she wouldn't be angry when she
awoke.

	Catherine stirred again and the left underside of her breast pushed
against the surface of the couch she lay on, causing her breast to
free itself from the weak encumberment that held it inside her bra.
Her nipple was now completely visible to me and I was flushed with the
excitement of being a voyeur to her snooze. But she wouldn't want her
breast sticking out like that, would she? I quickly decided that she
wouldn't and made up my mind to very slowly approach her and put the
heavy weight of her beautiful orb back inside it's casing. Standing
up, I took a few very slow steps until I was over her. I waited for a
moment to make sure she wasn't awake, but her shallow breathing
continued. I slowly lowered my hand to just an inch or so over her
breast, the slight perspiration of her skin in the morning heat
causing small little droplets of sweat to form beneath where my hand
hovered.

	I moved down centimeter by centimeter to her breast until the tip of
my finger touched her smooth, supple skin. I then placed two more
fingers on her flesh and slowly traced down to the base of where her
nipple lay exposed, enjoying the rough feel of it. My fingers glided
past her nipple to the bra itself and with two fingers I took the lacy
material in my fingers and held it there, trying to be cautious about
sliding it up. However, in that moment that I held it, her naked body
just lying there, my morals urging me to cover her up, my mind instead
did something different. Rather than pull the fabric back up, I held
the tip of the bra firm and pulled it down more, ever so slowly. I
watched as it slid down her breast, down the slope of it till it had
reached the bottom of her globe and wedged itself beneath it. With one
breast exposed, the luscious sight of it intoxicating in the stale
heat of the trailer, I stepped back slightly and gazed down upon what
I had done. My body was in full control of my mind now and I watched
through my mind's eye as my hand drifted over to the other breast and,
just as slowly, pulled the bra off of it till both breasts lay exposed
in the room.

	The excitement of undressing Catherine inch by inch was too much for
me, I had to take things as far as I could. My fingertips drifted away
from her breasts down to her firm tummy until my hand rested just an
agonizing inch or so above her womanhood. I paused now for a few
seconds, debating what to do - should I leave her as she is or try to
go further, perhaps see what her inner folds held for the curious.

	Catherine answered this question for me by rolling from her side over
onto her back, her legs shifting on the couch to leave herself open
and exposed to my wandering eyes and hand. I stepped to the side of
the couch and gazed between her legs: her opening was now much more
visible, the delicate slit that led to her inevitably beautiful pussy
covered only in the finest of hair and slight stubble. Catherine must
have shaved it for her husband I thought to myself. Now I was really
in a tough situation, because my body and the massive bulge in my
pants begged me to slip a finger or so into her and reveal her box,
but my mind and reasoning said to leave things be, I'd done enough
already. I debated it for a moment or so, glancing at the clock on the
wall: I still had 30 minutes until Catherine was supposed to be at the
studio for filming, could I really pull this off and still get her
there on time?

	My hand trembled slightly as I pushed the tip of my finger against
her tight folds and slipped inch by agonizing inch of my finger inside
of her pussy. She wasn't exactly wet inside, but the sweat from
between her legs had dripped down into her opening allowing me at
least a little lubrication as my finger slid into her. Feeling brave,
I retracted my finger and instead pushed three into her at once, all
at a very slow and (hopefully) unnoticeable pace. I got all three in
almost all the way before Catherine's hips bucked a little and a soft
moan escaped from her lips. I froze my hand where it was, praying that
she didn't wake up. But as she shifted her head away again, I realized
that she was too far gone in the land of slumber to notice what I was
doing - in her dreams, she was probably enjoying it. My attention to
her cunt had not gone unrewarded, as when I pulled my hand from within
her I saw the tips of my fingers wet with her juices. I quietly licked
them off, enjoying the sweet taste of her arousal. Looking at her
opening again, I saw that her lips had parted slightly in arousal and
gave me the view I was looking for: beyond the brown outline of her
outer lips, Catherine's pussy inside was a light pink color. The view,
the taste of her inner juices and perhaps even the heat of the trailer
caused my mind to lock itself away as my body took over - I had to
feel the inside of her around my cock.

	Unbuttoning my pants and sliding down my boxers, allowing both to
fall onto the floor, I felt the rush of hot air brush over my naked
lower body as I held my very erect cock in my hand and pondered the
best way to gain access. I noticed that one of Catherine's legs had
started to slip onto the floor a little bit, her thigh resting on the
edge of the soft couch. This was the angle I could work myself into
her, I thought. I moved in front of her leg and placed my fingers
beneath her flesh, pulling on her slightly. This caused Catherine's
body to slide down slightly on the couch, her legs gently touching the
floor at shin level. She still didn't seem to stir or awaken, and I
felt encouraged by this, her breasts resting lightly on her chest atop
the material of her bra. Parting her legs slightly, I dropped down to
a sort of crouch and aimed my cock at her opening.

	Even though I was now sweating in lust and desire to fuck Catherine,
I still didn't want her to awaken. That's why as the tip of my cock
pressed against her hole, I slowed my entry into her to as slow as I
could possibly go, letting my dick enter into her waiting channel with
as little thrusting as possible. I watched with bated breath as inch
by inch slowly disappeared inside of her until only a few inches of my
9 inch cock remained exposed, the maximum I thought I could safely put
in her now at it's limit. I held myself in that position for a while,
simply savoring her tight opening enveloped around my cock. I began to
pull myself out of her when suddenly Catherine moaned again, an
unintelligible, guttural gasp at the feeling of having something
inside of her. I again paused but after she stopped her moan, I
continued to retract my dick. As I withdrew from her all but
completely, leaving just the tip inside, I entered her again. Only to
my surprise, I found her box had warmed up and was now quite wet
around my cock: whatever that moan had been about, it was obviously
turning her on.

	Getting a good tempo going, I held myself up by placing my hand near
Catherine's leg on the couch, gripping the fabric tightly as I worked
in and out of her slowly. As much as I just wanted to ram into her as
hard I could, I knew that in the position I was in right now, I'd be
going to jail for rape if I got caught. I leaned over Catherine's
nude, beautiful body and held my head over her breasts, unable to
resist the temptation of dipping my mouth down and giving her right
nipple a soft lick. Looking up from this, I was startled to see that
Catherine's eyes had started to open slightly, small little slits that
I knew would allow her to see me.

	Almost paralyzed with fear at being caught now, I lifted myself away
from her as quietly as I could and began to pull myself out of her. As
the last tip of my dick exited out of her, Catherine's eyes opened
completely and she saw me.

	"Dean, what are you doing?" she murmured.

	"I was...Jesus, I know this looks bad but I wasn't...I mean I didn't
intend to," I stuttered, trying to distance myself from her but
finding my feet not cooperating by moving.

	"No, what are you doing? Why are you pulling out of me?" Catherine
said, now awake and brushing her matted hair from her eyes.

	"What???" I said, shocked.

	"Well, aren't you going to keep fucking me? I mean, I almost had an
orgasm a second ago and now you decide to pull out. What's wrong, is
there something wrong with my pussy?" Catherine said, sliding a hand
down to her opening and pulling apart her cunt lips lewdly.

	"So...you knew what I was doing the whole time?" I asked, shocked.

	"Knew? I set it up! You didn't really think I was asleep did you?"

	"Well, yeah actually I did," I replied, my dick now bobbing slightly
in the air. Catherine reached out and held it in her soft hand,
twisting her palm over the moist tip. "You mean all that drinking and
everything was just an act?"

	"Yeah, pretty good huh? I have been feeling really down lately
though, but yeah...that was just cranberry juice. Now how about we
finish what you started, hmmm?" Catherine said softly, squeezing my
still erect cock lightly in her hand. Happy to oblige, I allowed her
to lead me to her spread legs and we both watched as she guided me
deep inside of her hole, no hesitation this time.

	Able to leverage myself deeper inside of her now, I buried all of my
shaft deep inside Catherine's now very wet pussy. Catherine cried out
in ecstasy as I rocked my body hard into her, her nails digging deep
into my back as she pulled me as deep as she could into me. I couldn't
help but laugh a little inside at having been fooled by her so
thoroughly, but the reward now was well worth the trouble I had gone
to in slowly undressing and teasing her body.

	Catherine lifted her face up to me and kissed me deeply, her tongue
wrestling it's way into my mouth hungrily. I returned the kiss as I
continued to thrust in and out of her my balls hitting softly against
her ass, the sound of our bodies writhing together filling the air of
the trailer.

	I as fucked her, I felt Catherine's pussy squeeze my cock tightly as
her inner muscles spasmed and she hit an orgasm with a soft cry, her
juices coating my shaft's entire length. As she came, I held myself
deep inside of her, the tip of my prick pressing against the deep
walls of her cervix. Pulling myself out of her, I began to thrust into
her with gusto, the feel of her tight snatch creating a sexual heaven
on earth. My shirt was now totally soaked with sweat, as was most of
Catherine's body as we continued to make love on the couch, her
aroused clit poking at the base of my cock as I moved in and out of
her.

	My orgasm began to bubble up inside of my balls as I continued to
fuck her. Catherine seemed to sense it and stopped my deep thrusts my
grasping onto my ass cheeks and not letting me go, her fingers holding
firmly against my body as I felt the tip of my head explode in cum
deep inside of her. I hadn't had sex in a few days, so the copious
amount of sperm that erupted from my prick filled her wet vagina,
creating a sloshing sound as I slowly withdrew my prick from inside of
her, a dribble of semen leaking out of her gaping opening. I pulled
out of her completely and collapsed on the couch next to, out of
breath and sweating profusely from the encounter. Catherine stuck a
hand down to her wet opening and rubbed our mixed juices in between
her fingers, enjoying the feel of the slippery fluids as it leaked out
of her body.

	I glanced at my watch and with some alarm said "Oh shit, you're
supposed to be on the lot in 10 minutes!"

	Catherine stood up, some of my seed leaking down her leg in a slow,
lazy trickle. "That's ok, I can take a quick shower and be there with
time to spare. There's some towels over in that cabinet over there if
you want to clean yourself up," she said, turning and darting towards
the bathroom. I sat on the couch, my softening erection still wet with
her moisture as I watched her cute ass bounce as she disappeared into
the bathroom, shutting the door.

	I found said towels and removed the clothes I still wore, drying my
body off and wiping her own cum from my balls and all around my lower
body. I had just finished dressing when Catherine emerged from the
bathroom, her hair a little damp from the shower but the clothes she
wore just what was expected for when she arrived on set: a tan
military uniform. Her short hair had been brushed and framed her
beautiful face even more clearly than any television set could ever
hope to show. We exited the trailer and headed towards the lot.

	"Here is Catherine, as promised," I said to the producer, who stood
talking to a camera man.

	"Great, thank you Mr. Simonds. You finally ready to get started
Catherine?" the man said.

	"Yes Jim," she replied with an enthusiastic sigh. "Just let me talk
to Dean for one more second, ok?"

	"Fine. Go see makeup when you are ready," Jim said.

	Catherine turned to me. "Thanks for helping me out today. What you
said about acting and making the world better...well, that seemed
pretty genuine. And genuine statements are hard to come by in this
town. If I need anything else, I'll call you," Catherine said to me,
giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

	"Glad to help," I replied, returning the kiss. Catherine smiled at me
and then headed off to the make up department. I headed for the exit
when my cell phone rang.

	"Dean Simonds here," I said.

	"Hey Dean," Damon's voice said on the other line. "You get things
squared away with Catherine Bell?"

	"Yeah. It was a little uh, sticky at first but things are fine now.
What's up?" I replied.

	"Just wanted to remind you of your lunch with Rose McGowan in 40
minutes. Chez Francesco, remember?" Damon said.

	"Shit, you're right. I'm on my way there now. Thanks for the tip," I
replied.

	"Don't mention it. Hey, I'm not feeling so hot right now, you mind if
I head off a little early today, say after lunch?" Damon asked.

	"Sure thing. Just leave me a note with any calls I need to make, ok?"
I said.

	"Not a problem. See you later," Damon said, and then he hung up. I
put the phone back in my pocket as I started up my car and headed
towards my lunch date with Rose McGowan.


	Rose came to the firm during a lull in her career, when she was stuck
making such flops as "Jawbreaker" and other straight to video
releases. However, I spotted in her a knack for subtle comedy and
urged her to try and fill the void left by Shannon Doherty on
"Charmed", which she successfully managed to get. Since then, things
have been really hot for her, her popularity growing and the wild side
of her personal life always providing juicy gossip that got people
talking.

	Rose was undoubtedly very attractive, but she had always seemed
slightly intimidating to me, almost to the point of being so overly
sexual that she seemed unapproachable. Rose seemed to just ooze
sensuality and it was no surprise to me at all that she had thus far
in her career filled the "vamp" roles in just about everything she
did. This sexuality worked to her advantage career wise, but when it
came to actually sitting down and talking to her, I felt as if I had
finally met my match when it came to seduction.

	We had scheduled this lunch date a few weeks before her first
"Charmed" season ended and I specifically chose a place as far away
from that set as possible - I didn't want to run into her co-star,
Alyssa Milano, given all the heartache I had caused her when we had
first went out.

	The restaurant, a mixture of expensive French food and more casual,
lighter California style dishes, was packed with the business crowd
that filled most of the tables, people of all races and ages
chattering loudly with one another over who knew what. I walked into
the welcome cool air of the restaurant and spotted Rose in the back
corner of the restaurant, her pale face touched lightly by a beam of
sunlight that brushed the table and ran over the side of her body. She
wore a maroon top that traced and outlined every single curve of her
upper body and her dark hair hung in bangs against her cheeks. Rose
smiled at me when she saw me and I took a seat across from her.

	"Dean, how are you?" Rose said.

	"I'm doing good. Busy morning," I said.

	"It looks it. Your face looks a little flushed," Rose said, reaching
her hand out and brushing my cheek.

	"It's the heat I guess," I replied. "So, have you been waiting long?"

	"No, not really. I got here about 5 minutes ago and the waiter came
over and took my drink order. I hope you don't mind that I ordered
some wine, since I figured you would be paying," Rose said with a
grin.

	"Not as long as you ordered some for me too," I chuckled.

	"Of course. That would be rude of me not to, don't you think?" Rose
said, sliding her hand across the table and placing it over mine. Rose
was certainly not one to keep her hands off from other people, but the
softness of her fingertips tracing up to her pale but flawless skin
was not unappreciated by me.

	We chatted for a few minutes as the waiter came and took our order,
dropping off glasses of wine. The topics were nothing in particular,
mostly just Hollywood stuff, but slowly the conversation drifted to
her experiences on set with Alyssa.

	"You know, she still talks about you," Rose said, sipping her wine.

	"She does?" I said, a little uneasy now that the topic had been
brought up.

	"Yeah. Not like psycho-obsessed with you talking, but little things.
How you used to kiss her, how kind you were to her in helping her
career out, that sort of thing," Rose said.

	"And she just talks about all this out of the blue?" I said, amazed
that Alyssa was still thinking about me after what had happened.

	"Well, we were talking about sex one day and I was telling them about
this great fuck I had with this guy I met at a bar once, before I was
famous and all that, and she just mentioned how when she was with you
she had the best sex of her life," Rose said, smiling at me wickedly,
enjoying I think the emotional pangs that this brought out in me.

	"She said that huh? Wow," I remarked, shaking my head slightly.

	"I think her exact words were 'Dean knows how to fuck a woman. It
didn't matter when or where but he always could make you cum in
floods'" Rose said, chuckling. An older couple at the table next to us
shot Rose a dirty look, to which she stuck her tongue out at in
return.

	"That's quite a compliment coming from someone like Alyssa," I said
quietly.

	"Tell me about it. When she told me that, I went home that night and
masturbated myself to a pretty hot orgasm thinking about you and her
getting it on," Rose said. I almost choked on my drink.

	"Really?" I said, clearing my throat.

	"Definitely. I mean, I'm tempted to just grab you by that cute tie of
yours, throw you onto one of these tables and jump your bones right
here," Rose said. I felt my cock twitch slightly - it was this sort of
brazen sexual boasting that had always managed to catch me off guard.
I was amazed that we had managed to steer clear of such escapades
before, given this predatorial sexuality she seemed to have within
herself and my apparently uncanny knack for seducing some of
Hollywood's top women.

	I decided to play along with her boastings to see where they led.

	"You would huh?" I said with a smile just as wicked as any that she
had flashed me.

	"Maybe not right here, but definitely in the restaurant. I love
having sex in public, it feels so naughty and wrong, don't you think?"
Rose said. I felt her foot brush against my pant leg underneath the
table, her shoe off as her toes traced up in between my legs to my
crotch. I adjusted myself slightly in my seat.

	"So then what are you suggesting?" I asked.

	"Well, let's eat first and let me scope this place out a bit for a
good location. Then we can decide on that," Rose said. "That is, if
you're up to it,"

	"Just from Alyssa's boastings alone you know I am," I replied. Rose
smiled at me and we just looked at each other in silence, my mind
racing as I tried to ponder what this sexual lioness seemed to have in
store. I was willing to try and do anything once, but when it came to
situations like this I was far from creative in creating schemes.

	Our food arrived a few minutes later and we sat eating in silence.
However, Rose's foot had not left it's spot in between my legs and in
fact seemed more than content to be there, her toes massaging my balls
lightly through the fabric of my slacks and boxers. I felt a growing
erection with every touch of my manhood by Rose and shifted a little
in my seat to keep it from being too obvious if a waiter/waitress
happened to walk by.

	Rose had ordered another glass of wine and now it was her turn for
her skin to be slightly flush, a pinkish hue forming on her cheeks as
she drank the wine with her meal. When we had both finished, the
waiter brought me the bill and as I was pulling out my credit card
from my wallet, Rose stood up from her seat.

	"I need to use the ladies room, I'll be right back," she purred,
winking at me slightly. The waiter happened to catch it too.

	"Is that Rose McGowan?" he asked. He was a college kid, probably
barely old enough to drink the wine he served.

	"Yes, it is. I'd introduce you two but we really must be going," I
said to him. He nodded, a little disappointed but at least happy to
have spotted a star on his shift. As soon as he left the table, I
straightened out my hair and tie - this was the hint Rose had been
waiting all this time to give me, and now it was show time. This would
not be the first time I had engaged in a sexual romp in public, but it
would most certainly be the most crowded place I had done so. I was
trembling with excitement when the waiter brought back the receipt and
I signed it.

	"Tell her that I'm a big fan," he said to me as I stood up to leave.

	"I will, and I'm sure she is thankful of your support," I replied,
heading off towards the restrooms.

	They were located away from the main dining area, in a sort of corner
of the restaurant. I passed some pay phones and lingered by them as a
woman came out of the ladies room. I could hear the din of the
restaurant from where I was in the hallway and made sure that no one
saw me as I opened the ladies room door and slipped in quietly.

	"Rose?" I called softly into the restroom. Soft background music
played in a speaker above the door and the floor by the sinks and
leading to the stalls was carpeted in a burgundy color that resembled
the top that Rose was wearing.

	"I'm in here. Lock the door," I heard her say from the far, handicap
stall. "We don't have much time, so hurry up,"

	I treaded quietly down towards where she was. I spotted her black
shoes standing on the polished linoleum of the tile floor where the
carpet stopped and the stall began.

	"Is there anyone else in here?" I asked as I pushed the door open.
Rose was standing naked by the toilet, her dress and top, not to
mention her panties and bra slung over neatly on the metal bars of the
stall. All she wore was her pair of black heels, which I realized were
the "fuck me" style stiletto pumps, and a smile. Her nipples were
small and pink on her ample breasts, a delicate touch of color to her
otherwise pale and porcelain skin. Her cunt hair was trimmed in a
small "V" shape that pointed directly between her thighs to her
waiting box beneath.

	"No, but even if there was I wouldn't care. Now show me what Alyssa
was talking about Dean!" Rose said as she lunged at me, her warm body
pressing against me as she leaned her mouth up and kissed me deeply. I
wasted no time in removing my clothes while we kissed, laying them
against the bar on top of hers as well. Both of us now naked, Rose
broke the kiss as she squatted down beneath me and took my cock in her
hand.

	She jerked on it a few times, looking up at me with that devilish
grin of hers. The sight of seeing her play with my prick, her dark red
lipstick coated lips just a mere inch from my cock was almost enough
to make me blow my load right there. And as her mouth devoured my cock
hungrily, I had to lean back against the stall door with a thud to
contain myself.

	Rose was, without a doubt, the blow job queen of Hollywood. The
things that she did to my prick with her tongue, the gentle brushing
of the head with the back of her teeth, the way she sucked like only a
well trained whore would, was so exquisite that it defined words. I
gasped and shuddered as she went wild on my cock, bobbing her head up
and down, her dark hair swinging wildly around her face and over her
naked shoulders. Rose smiled up at me, her tongue snaking out of her
mouth to lick the corners of her lips seductively. She gave my cock
one final suck and then stood up.

	Without saying a word, she lifted her leg like a dancer and placed it
on the bar of the stall. For such a small woman, I was amazed at her
flexibility. Her pussy gleamed with wetness as I aimed my cock for her
waiting hole, and Rose grunted in pleasure as the tip of my cock
worked it's way into her body. Rose grasped tightly to my broad
shoulders, steadying herself as I eased more of myself deep inside of
her. As I entered her fully, my balls resting at the base of her cunt,
I felt her ample sized breasts pressed tightly against me, the smell
of her body and the perfume she used flooding my nose as I inhaled
with every breath. Rose held onto me firmly and I started to work
myself in and out of her, not even bothering to do it slowly. Her
knuckles were white as she held onto the walls for support, her legs
rocking back and forth as I hunched into her, my prick plunging deep
into her depths with every thrust, her body shuddering underneath me
as she panted with her cheek pressed against my chest.

	The position was a bit awkward but it did allow me a fair amount of
leverage to flex my knees and bend Rose back slightly, her body
arching with our thrusts. Rose's hips began to move in a circular
motion with my pistoning in and out of her, rising up each time to
meet me.

	"Oh God Dean, fuck me harder!" Rose panted. I eagerly fulfilled her
request, sawing myself in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Rose's
cuntal lips were a rich red color beneath me, a striking contrast to
the paleness of the rest of her body. Her hair had become matted
against her forehead, two long strands pulled over her ears as she
looked up at me, her eyes closed tightly and her mouth in a blissful
"O" shape. I withdrew my cock for a moment, teasing along the outside
of her clit to get her more aroused, the hard vein of my shaft rubbing
against her womanhood before I plunged back into her.

	We were moving like a blur now, our bodies one union of flesh and
desire as the animal lust inside both of us took over and we didn't
make love - we merely fucked. Two people, scratching a burning sexual
need for one another, to feel the other's body as intimately as
possible. Rose's head bobbed around on her shoulders, her hair swaying
limply as she came on my cock, the only indication of her impending
orgasm the heightened gasping and groaning pace she picked up. Rose
was like an animal as we stood there, as deep inside one another as
much as we could, racing towards an impending conclusion. Before I
came though, there was something else I wanted to try.

	Yanking my dick from out of Rose's pussy, I dropped her leg to the
floor and spun her around hard, causing her to plant her palms on the
far back wall. I gave her ass a playful slap - something inside told
me that Rose liked her sex to be raw and a little rough - and then I
placed my cockhead at the entrance to her ass. I was already well
lubricated with her juices and as I plunged into her, I wasn't really
surprised to find her ass an open and waiting hole, stretched who
knows how many times before by other guys who were just too tempted to
not fuck her in the ass.

	"Ooooo!" Rose moaned. "That's just want I wanted!" 

	Rose's hand left the wall and dropped down to her pussy, which she
began to rub and fondle wildly as I slid deeper inside of her bowels.
Her ass was a totally different experience than her cunt had been, one
that was comfortingly tight but also loose enough to give me plenty of
room to angle myself differently inside of her, penetrating her deeply
up and down.

	Her legs bucking a little underneath me, Rose bent over at the waist
and moved her hands to the toilet seat, thus thrusting her ass up
towards me. I used this extra angling to push further into her, my
prick as far in as it could go as I screwed Rose at this angle. Any
sort of intelligible comments Rose might have had were long gone, now
replaced by animal grunts of pleasure and approval at my invasion into
her ass.

	I grabbed Rose by the waist with one hand while I used the other to
reach under her and fondle one of her swaying tits, feelings the
fleshy skin rubbing against my fingers. Her nipples were rock hard and
as I squeezed them between two fingers, I felt Rose's body shake again
as she came, a little bit of her pussy juice leaking out of her leg,
her ass cheeks squeezing firmly against me.

	My orgasm imminent, I removed myself from Rose's ass. She wasted no
time in spinning around and opening her mouth dutifully as I stroked
my cock a few times and began to shoot my load. I probably shot four
or five times, one stream landing directly in her mouth while the
others dripped down onto her cheeks and the nape of her neck, coating
her heaving tits with my man juice. Rose sucked off the last remaining
droplets of cum and then cleaned herself off with some toilet paper. I
watched her re-dress, slipping on her thong panties and stepping into
her dress with her shoes still on, the fabric of the dress nudging
itself up against her hips tightly. When we both had dressed, we
exited from the stall.

	Rose gave herself a quick look over in the mirror, reached into her
purse and reapplied some makeup where my cum had washed it off and
straightened my tie for me. Both composed and looking as if nothing
had happened, Rose unlocked the bathroom door.

	As she opened it, I was startled to see three elderly women standing
around talking, obviously in urgent need of getting into the restroom
now that it was unlocked. Rose exited first and gave them a cute
little sneer at their obvious anger over being locked out, but when I
emerged from the bathroom they put two and two together and scowled at
me fiercely. All I could do was grin and shrug my shoulders sheepishly
as I walked past them, their mouths agape as they struggled to try and
say something.

	I heard one of them moving behind us and for a second thought that
she was going to confront us and make a big scene in the restaurant.
But she instead went over to the nearest waiter and, her mouth by his
ear, told him something that was no doubt about us. The waiter nodded
solemnly and looked up at us as we continued to walk briskly through
the restaurant. Rose's hips swayed seductively in front of me, her
pert ass swishing back and forth as she walked. The waiter now began
to give a slight chase after us, so I nudged Rose on the ass to hurry
her along. As we reached the exit of the restaurant, a gaggle of
waiters were now chattering off by the kitchen area, looking and
pointing at us. I still had that same shit eating grin on my face, and
almost burst into laughter as I spotted our waiter staring at me, his
mouth open. Rose saw him too and winked at him, causing him to step
back slightly as if he had been hit or something. I gave him a slight
wave and we exited out into the hot heat of the afternoon.

	Rose's car was parked off to the side of the restaurant and I walked
her over to it. It was a convertible, something sporty, although I
couldn't quite place the make. What I could place however, was that
it's color bore a very similar resemblance in shade to the dark color
of her pussy lips. I grinned at this as Rose hopped over the door in
her skirt and started the engine. She slipped on her sunglasses and
looked up at me.

	"Well, I can say with all honesty that Alyssa was not lying when she
said you were one great fuck," Rose said, that same predatorial streak
still throbbing inside of her.

	"Thank you. You weren't so bad yourself you know," I replied, my hand
on her door.

	"That was fun, we should do this again some other time. Although, I
don't think we will be allowed back here again, do you?" Rose said
with a laugh.

	"No, but don't worry...there are plenty of restaurants in Los
Angeles," I replied. Rose smiled up at me and then backed out her car.
I watched her go as she pulled into traffic and then headed over to my
car.


	The inside was hot and I stuck to the leather seats as I got inside.
I debated for a moment going back to the office and doing some work,
but my two encounters thus far in the day had left my clothes pretty
sweaty, not to mention the rest of my body, and I decided it would
probably be better to just go home and shower, maybe swim some in the
pool, and see how I felt afterwards.

	Heading onto the freeway, traffic was slow because a car had broken
down about half a mile ahead of us. As I slowly crawled through
traffic, gaining a few inches every 10 minutes or so, the car ahead
(which had died in the middle lane) began to look familiar. I could
see it's driver, a young blond girl, talking loudly on a cell phone as
she waved her arms around in the air. She was obviously upset, but
something about her seemed familiar to me as I drew closer and closer,
the rubberneckers ahead of me finally speeding up when they got the
chance.

	When I was just about five car lengths away or so, I finally put a
connection to the car and to the face: it was Kirsten Dunst, whom I
had a fling with just a few weeks back, and her little Miata had
obviously bit the dust from the way the steam was coming out of it.
Kirsten had the hood popped and was leaning over looking in amongst
the billowing steam, talking to someone on her phone. As I neared her,
I rolled down the passenger window and called out to her.

	"Kirsten!" I said. She looked up, puzzled at first but her face
shifting to a look of joy as she spotted me.

	"Dean! Thank God you drove by! My car died right in the middle of the
freeway and I'm talking to these lazy fucks at the towing company and
they said that they can't get here for another 2 hours!" Kirsten said.
She was sweating, her face red with what looked like a little bit of
motor oil and grease. She wore a pair of jeans and an oversized
t-shirt that covered the ampleness of her breasts. The shirt too
looked sooty and dirty and I could tell from the look of anxiety on
Kirsten's face that she was not happy.

	"Hang on just a sec, let me pull over!" I said to her. She nodded and
watched me as I accelerated slightly past her, pulling my car into a
small spot in front of car, careful to not become another road hazard
on the freeway. I stopped the car and got out, walking over to her. I
really didn't know too much about cars myself, but I made it appear
like I knew exactly what I was doing as I gazed in. I fiddled a knob
here, touched a switch there and said "Hmm..." to myself a lot.
Although I felt I was doing a good and convincing job, Kirsten wasn't
buying it.

	"You have no idea what you are doing either do you?" she said with a
smile.

	"No, I don't. But I looked pretty convincing, didn't I?" I said with
a grin.

	"That you did. Thanks for pulling over and stopping to help me, but I
don't think there is much we can do till the towing company gets
here," Kirsten said in an exasperated manner. She leaned against the
side of the car with her arms folded as cars buzzed past us.

	"Well, maybe. But let me try something real quick," I said to her,
heading back to my car. Kirsten's eyes were hopeful as I punched in
the office number on the phone.

	After a few rings, I was surprised to hear Ashley, the young
receptionist, answer.

	"Shooting Stars, this is Ashley, how may I direct your call?" she
said.

	"Ashley, hey it's Dean. Boy, you sound very mature on the phone like
that. Listen, I need a big favor," I said to her.

	"Sure Dean, anything. What's up?"

	"I'm here in the middle of the freeway with Kirsten Dunst, and her
car broke down. She called a towing company and they said it would be
two hours before she gets here. Now, Kirsten is top talent and neither
she nor I have the time to sit here and wait. Soooo...I was wondering
if you could call that towing company you worked for, what's it
called?"

	"Hollywood & Vine Towing?" Ashley replied.

	"Yes, them. Could you call them and maybe see if they can send a
driver out here for us quicker than two hours, maybe as a personal
favor to you? Tell them I'll pay whatever it takes to make it happen,"
I said. The signal was a bit weak here on the freeway and all the cars
made things a little noisy, but I think she got what I said clearly.

	"Ok Dean, as soon as I hang up with you I will call them and see what
I can do. Should I call you back on your cell phone?" Ashley asked.

	"Yes, please. Thanks Ashley, you are a lot of help," I said, hanging
up.

	"I have my receptionist working on getting a tow out here as soon as
possible. She used to work for a company and hopefully can pull some
strings," I told Kirsten.

	"I gathered that much by what you said," she replied in a
smart-alecky manner. Kirsten was always very sharp on things like
banter and that's what I liked about her: she resembled to me a lot of
the great early 20s Hollywood actresses who had great looks and a
salacious wit.

	"Let's wait in my car for her to call back, ok" I said to Kirsten.
"No need to give these rubberneckers something else to look at,"

	We climbed in and I turned on the air as we sat quietly inside the
car. I remembered the conversation with Damon earlier in the morning
and thought more about it as I sat. For some reason, the question kept
plaguing me. I asked Kirsten what she thought.

	"Hypothetically speaking Kirsten, if you weren't an actress what do
you think you would do?" I said to her.

	"Hmm...well, I've always liked science and things like that. But I
think I might just be a businesswoman of some sort, someone who makes
important decisions and keeps the wheels of a company turning, that
sort of thing. I have never really thought about it to tell you the
truth, since I've acted for as long as I can remember," Kirsten said.

	"Would you ever leave Hollywood?" I asked.

	"Oh no. Now that I'm finally getting big, this is like a dream come
true. Say what you want about the scandals and backstabbing and shady
deals that go on in this town, but this is the land of fantasy, of
dreams. And once you are a part of that, be it as an actress or as an
agent, I couldn't imagine even thinking about leaving it all behind,"
Kirsten replied. Her deep eyes locked onto mine and held them for a
second. They burned with a deep fire of solidity in her feelings,
un-swaying at all in her goals.

	"So you wouldn't have any desire to just walk away, settle down with
some girl, have a few kids and just live out your days as a nobody?" I
said to her, locking her gaze.

	"What are you implying Dean? Are you asking me to marry you?" Kirsten
said, a little taken aback.

	"No no no!" I said with a laugh. "I just mean do you like this
lifestyle so much that even true love or the man of your dreams, which
I'm not saying by any stretch is me, couldn't pull you away?"

	"Well, you should never say never. But acting is who I am and without
it, I would be an empty person. Hasn't the Hollywood world taken over
you too, do you actually think you could leave it and go back home
again?" Kirsten asked, turning the tables a little bit.

	I opened my mouth to reply, but was stumped. "I don't know," I
finally stammered. "I always thought I would do this forever but as
you said, never say never,"

	There was a silence between us for a second and I thought that
Kirsten was going to say something in reply, but suddenly the phone
rang, startling us both.

	"Hey Ashley, what do you got for me?" I said.

	"Ok, I called Bill on his mobile phone and you happen to be right in
luck. Kirsten, I mean Ms. Dunst's stalled car has backed traffic up
for 10 miles and he is in the middle of it. I told him where you were
and he said he was about 5 miles away from there on the freeway and
could probably get to you in about 20 minutes or so. That is, if you
still need a tow?" Ashley said.

	"That's great Ashley. Thank you so much for your help. And just for
that, I'm giving you a three dollar an hour raise!" I said to her
kindly. I was greeted in response by a shrill, excited scream.

	"Dean THANK YOU! Wow! You are the greatest guy ever! Thank you thank
you thank you thank you thank you!" she said in my ear, in that high
pitched voice only teenage girls have.

	"You're welcome. Now, breath in and then do something else for me:
head on home for the day. Your raise starts tomorrow, but since I let
Damon go early, you can get out of their too. Just remember to set the
alarm, ok?" I replied.

	"Ok! Thank you Dean, you are the best boss in the world," she said. I
hung up the phone and looked at Kirsten who was smirking at me.

	"I'm apparently the best boss in the world," I said with a grin.

	"And you think you wouldn't miss that?" Kirsten said with a laugh.
"When is the truck going to get here?"

	"Well, it seems Ms. Dunst that the delay by your car has blocked
traffic for 10 miles behind us and the tow man won't be able to get
here for another 20 minutes or so," I replied to her in a smart ass
tone. Kirsten hugged me.

	"You are the best boss AND the best agent in the world," she said,
kissing me on the cheek. There was an awkward pause as she still held
her arms against my neck.

	"You know, we haven't seen each other since that stuff happened with
your brother," she said in a sultry kind of voice. "And I have to say
that I have missed you and your...well, you know," she said, sliding
her hand down to the front of my pants. Reluctantly, I pushed it away.

	"Easy there kiddo. Let's let the tow man come first then we can get
reacquainted, ok?" I said to her, holding her small hand in my own,
much larger hand.

	"Ok," she said with a sigh. She turned her attention to my stereo and
flipped through the stations. Finding a pop station, she lip synched
along to a Britney Spears song while I laughed and joked with her. The
time passed quickly and as I glanced up in my rear view mirror, I
spotted two blinking yellow, flashing lights heading our way.

	The tow truck managed to squeeze in ahead of me and the driver, a
short stocky and balding man, stepped out. I got out of the car to
introduce myself while Kirsten lingered behind.

	"You must be Bill. Thank you for coming by, you are a life saver," I
said to him, shaking his hand. His palm and fingernails were dirty
with grease and grime but his grip was strong and he gave me a polite
smile as we shook.

	"I was on my way out your direction anyways, but I was glad that I
could help Ashley out. I always liked that girl," Bill said, leaning
against his tow truck. "Where do you want the car towed?"

	"Your lot will be fine. Kirsten will come by very quickly to pick it
up, right Kirsten?" I said.

	"Yes. Thank you sir, you are too kind," Kirsten said, shaking his
hand. Bill's face blossomed into a sort of embarrassed smile.

	"No..no problem Ms. Dunst. It's not every day that I get to help out
a beautiful young woman like you. And might I add, me and the boys at
the shop loved you in Spiderman," Bill said.

	"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the movie. I can't wait to start on
the sequel," Kirsten said.

	"Well, I should get to work I guess," Bill said with a sigh. His
demeanor changed to the gruff, business motif as he walked past us.

	"I need you to move your car sir. Just try getting around me when
there is a break in traffic and pull up ahead if you don't mind," Bill
said. I nodded and started my car, waiting for a few seconds as a line
of trucks carrying some migrant workers passed. Cutting sharply, I
followed his directions and our blocked line of traffic advanced
further into the road as I pulled in front of him.

	I got out of the car and stood by Kirsten as we watched him hook a
towing rig to the bottom of her car and then throw a switch on the
back. The car lurched forward slightly and began to raise up, sliding
it's back wheels onto the platform of the flat bed of the tow truck.
When it was on securely, Bill wrapped some chains under the wheels and
gave it a final tug before climbing back into the truck. I stood by
his rolled down driver's window.

	"I should be back at the office in about 30 minutes or so, but feel
free to come by whenever is convenient. And talk to Raul about payment
when you get there. He's our new replacement since you took Ashley
from us," Bill said with a smile. We waved to him as he drove off.
Kirsten and I climbed back into my car and watched him go as we headed
off on the freeway.

	Once we were cruising along, Kirsten turned to me.

	"That was great of you for stopping Dean. You always seem to be my
knight in shining armor," she said to me. "Now, about that
relationship..."

	"I wouldn't call it a relationship, but go on," I replied.

	"If it's not a relationship then what is it? I mean, I know we
haven't had any real dates or anything but it always seems like we are
together in moments of turmoil," she said. "So then are we fuck
buddies?"

	I laughed. "Fuck buddies. Hmm, I like the sound of that," I said.

	Kirsten smirked at me. "Well then, fuck buddy, I guess I shouldn't
disappoint and not fulfill my end of the relationship, er,
friendship,"

	Kirsten leaned in close to my cheek and gave me a soft kiss. Her
tongue extended from her mouth as she gave my jaw a gentle lick with
her tongue. She then proceeded up my face to my ear, where she began
to kiss and tickle it with her tongue. It was a little uncomfortable,
having to deal with it while I was driving, but the feel of her hot
breath on my ear sent a chill down my spine.

	Kirsten took my face in her hands and turned me to face her. She
planted a deep, soul searching kiss on my lips, her tongue entering my
mouth. The kiss was very brief, but for the third time today I felt my
cock stirring in my pants.

	Breaking the kiss, Kirsten moved her small hand to my crotch and
rubbed it with her fingers, slipping two fingers underneath my balls
as she played with them gently. Her thumb and forefinger moved to my
zipper and slowly pulled it down. I squirmed slightly as I felt her
cool hand slip into my pants and boxers and pull out my hardening cock
into the air of the car.

	Kirsten gave it a few soft tugs to get me at full length, then
quickly put her mouth on my cock, wrapping the head between those
sultry lips of hers. She bobbed her head up and down somewhat on my
cock, not deep throating me but certainly taking in more than a
mouthful. I was just getting into it when Kirsten lifted her mouth and
looked at me again.

	"By the way, where are we going?" she asked.

	"I was planning on going back to my house. I need a shower, I've been
busy this morning," I replied. I moved one hand over to her hair,
letting my fingers trace through her blond locks as the silky strands
fell like water through the space between my fingers.

	"Ok, sounds good to me," Kirsten replied. "Besides, there is
something waiting for you there if we can get there on time,"

	"What do you mean?" I asked, but it was too late. Kirsten's head
dropped back down to my cock, sucking on it like a lollipop. She
nestled her nose against my sac, the hot breath escaping from her
nostrils causing my balls to stir in their sack. I moved my hand back
to her head, only this time to hold it onto my lap as I drove
(admittedly a little haphazardly) while she sucked me off.

	Kirsten was really going to town on me now, her tongue tracing up and
down along my shaft nimbly as she enjoyed the pleasure of my cock in
her mouth. I could see her nipples hardening in her shirt, pressing
against the loose fabric of the baggy cloth, her eyes closed in
intense focus as she moved her mouth over my organ.

	I relaxed against the seat and simply enjoyed the feeling, shuddering
every now and then when her tongue would touch a sensitive spot on my
prick. I rotated Kirsten's head around in a circular motion as she
slipped more and more of my dick down her throat, still not getting it
all the way into her mouth and throat.

	I exited the freeway and came to a stoplight, feeling a little
awkward as she continued to tease my prick with her young, hot mouth
as cars idled next to me at the intersection. Kirsten removed my cock
from her mouth and panted a little, taking the head and rubbing it
against her lips and cheeks, a small drop of precum smearing a liquid
streak on her face.

	Dropping her head back down onto my prick, Kirsten continued sucking
on it like a candy cane, seeming to enjoy every moment of it. I
accelerated as the light turned green and as Kirsten's mouth motions
kept on my cock, I felt my foot press down harder on the accelerator,
upping the speed of the massive SUV I was driving. I watched the
speedometer as I tried to stay focused on driving and not accidentally
swerving into another lane - 45, 50, 60 mph...I watched the needle
slide further to the right. Up ahead I saw the next stoplight change
from green to yellow and as I slowed things down with much control (my
body was telling me one thing, my mind another), I felt an orgasm
bubbling up.

	"Kirsten, I'm going to shoot!" I said to her with a gasp.

	"Let me swallow it," she said, lifting her mouth from my cock for a
moment before returning to the fleshy pole, sucking hard like a
vaccum. I watched her cheeks suck in, her cute dimples tight as she
worked on my dick, when the first wave of sperm shot forth into her
mouth. My cockhead jerked slightly in her mouth, causing me to buck my
hips upward towards Kirsten's face as another stream shot forth.
Kirsten's throat muscles worked overtime as she swallowed the salty
load, part of her cheeks filling with my seed.

	My orgasm subsided but Kirsten kept moving her tongue over my prick,
causing a sudden and quite pleasurable after orgasm wad to dribble
from my cock into her mouth. She swallowed that too and with one more
deep swallow, she dropped her mouth to the base of my shaft one more
time before finally lifting her mouth. Kirsten leaned back in her
seat, her face red and her cheeks flustered as she grinned at me. I
saw a small bubble of cum leak between her teeth as she played with my
load in her mouth, opening it to show a cute pink tongue covered with
the sticky white fluid. Kirsten closed her mouth again and swallowed
it all down like a porn star, smiling again at me as she reclined in
her seat and took a breath.

	Reaching her hand over to my cock, she wiped off one last dribble of
cum that had seeped out of the head with her finger. Opening her shirt
wide enough for me to see that she wasn't wearing a bra, she rubbed
the cum onto the cleft between her breasts, smearing it into her skin.

	"That's a reminder for later," she said with a grin. She zipped my
fly back up and crossed her legs on the seat as I turned into my gated
neighborhood and drove down the quite street, it's sides lined with
expensive mansions and pristinely manicured lawns.

	"Well, that was a lot of fun. I do hope that you stay here in Los
Angeles Dean. I couldn't imagine not having my fuck buddy around when
I needed him," Kirsten said to me as I pulled into my driveway and
stopped the car. As I climbed out, I could hear loud music coming from
one of the houses on the street and to my left I saw a row of very
expensive cars from all over the world parked along the street.

	"Hmm...guess my neighbors are having a party," I thought to myself. I
took Kirsten's hand and walked to my front door, the lock clicking
into place as I opened the door.



	"Come on Kirsten, you can make yourself comfortable while I take a
shower if you want," I said to her as we both walked in. Heading
towards the living room, I flipped on a light switch.

	"SURPRISE!!!" a chorus of voices yelled at me, almost making me jump
out of my skin in surprise. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a
roomful of people I recognized. And in the middle of it all was Damon.

	"Surprise Dean!" he said enthusiastically as I walked in, checking
out the swarm of people who stood in my living room.

	"What is this?" I said to him, rubbing my head in puzzlement.

	"Remember our conversation this morning? You sounded pretty set on
leaving LA so I made a few calls to some of our clients who were in
town and figured that if you really WERE going to leave town, we might
as well have a party for you, no?" Damon replied, slapping me on the
back and ushering me in further to the living room.

	I glanced around the room, spotting practically an A-list of actors,
actresses, directors, musicians and other various people whom I knew
we represented. They were all beaming and smiling at me, some with
drinks in their hands, some without. All looked happy and as I walked
more into the room they all approached me, shaking my hand and saying
hello.

	"Dean, you're the best. Don't ever leave," said Brad Pitt.

	"Hollywood wouldn't be the same without you," said Ridley Scott

	"I couldn't bear to go to any other agency if you left," said
Christina Ricci.

	The accolades and warm greetings made me smile broadly as I shook
hands - some of these people I hadn't seen in a long time, others I
had talked to in the part few weeks. I had to admit that I was
completely surprised and had been totally duped into this without
realizing it, but it brought a great joy in my heart to see everyone
here. Kirsten had been a part of the planning too I realized, although
she had since left my hand and had gone around to mingle with everyone
else at the party.

	Damon came up to me and swept me away towards the bar, where other
stars had congregated.

	"I don't know if you really were planning on leaving or not Dean, but
I promise you that once this party is over, you will definitely have
second thoughts about leaving it all behind," he said. "Now get
yourself a drink, mingle, and enjoy. I have a certain Best Actress of
2001 named Halle Berry to go talk to if you don't mind,"

	Damon disappeared and I went to the bar, pouring myself my old
favorite - a scotch on the rocks - and proceeded to walk around the
room, shaking hands and holding conversations about Hollywood, big
budget films and projects that were in the works. As the sun crept
down outside, more people continued to arrive; so many that I started
to lose count and didn't even pay attention as they came and went
through my front door.

	By 8:00 or so, I had a nice buzz going and some of the crowd had
thinned out. In my pleasurable state, I noticed that most of those who
were left were actresses of various caliber and star power, a fact
that I wasn't upset about in the least. I was in the middle of a deep
conversation with Sharon Stone when Damon tapped his glass with a
spoon and drew everyone into the living room.

	"Ladies and...well, the four or five gentlemen who are left," Damon
said, illiciting a laugh from the partygoers. "For our guest of honor
tonight, three of the firms up and coming young talent have
volunteered, and quite willingly I might add, to put on a little show
for Dean and everyone else who might be interested. So without further
ado, I present to you the star of "Smallville" Kristen Kreuk, the star
of "10 Things I Hate About You" and the all grown up Larisa Oleynik
and one of the many Oscar holders in the room tonight, Anna Paquin as
they show us old folks how the kids get down these days!"

	Everyone clapped and cheered as Damon dimmed the lights by the middle
of the room with a switch. The music on the stereo changed to some
"booty dancing" mix as the three girls walked in from a closed door at
the end of the hall to take a spot underneath the lights that hung
above them, normally used to spotlight a rare "Citizen Kane" movie
poster.

	As the music came on, they looked a little nervous and just a little
tipsy on their feet as they began to sway to the rhythm. I was pushed
down onto the couch for a front row view by someone behind me and I
got a good look at the young ladies whose hips had already started to
shake and move around to the bass line of the song.

	Kristen Kreuk was on the left. Dressed in a pair of very tight
fitting jeans and a red halter top, her long brown hair slung over her
shoulders, she wore no shoes as she placed her hands on the hips of
Larisa Oleynik, who was in the middle of the "stage". Larisa's outfit
was similar to Kristen in that she wore a halter top, but the
similarities seemed to stop there: she had on a pair of jean shorts
that seemed to cling to her sexy, tight ass like a second skin and a
pair of white tennis shoes that completed her innocent girl look. Her
eyes were closed, her body already lost to the flow of the music. Anna
Paquin wore just a simple black miniskirt that reached up to her wide
but rounded hips and an open, light blue blouse that had obviously
been pulled open to allow the most skin area as possible and to be
sure to show her firm breasts as they pushed against her white bra.

	The tempo of the music picked up and the girls began to move of their
own accord, dancing and grinding first independently of each other,
but occasionally bumping hips and asses to the music. Larisa and Anna,
it became quite clear, had indulged themselves a bit in the free
flowing liquor and wine of the party, for they giggled wildly whenever
they came close to each other. Kristen on the other hand, seemed to
dancing perfectly fine (albeit very sexily) without any ties or
restraints holding her back in getting her groove on. I glanced around
the room and noticed that some of the people who had been there for
Damon's announcement, including Damon himself, had left the room. The
people that remained seemed to be paired off in couples, with only a
few actually paying attention to the girls. Like me though, there were
a few stragglers who couldn't seem to take their eyes off the hot
starlets as they put on a show for me and whomever else happened to be
in the room.

	I watched as the three of them slowly began to drift closer together,
arms shaking and moving to the beat, rubbing against each other at
first playfully, then it seemed with more deliberate purpose. Kristen
put her arms around Larisa's hips, thrusting her fingers into the
pockets of her shorts as she pulled Larisa's ass tightly against her
own crotch. Larisa leaned her head back onto Kristen's shoulders as
they both moved in time with one another, the heat radiating from
their young bodies seeming to make the room at least a few degrees
hotter.

	Letting go of Larisa's hips, it was Anna's turn to bump and grind
close with the very beautiful former "Alex Mack" star. They pressed in
close to one another, their mouths just a few inches apart as their
breasts rubbed each other through the thin material of their shirts.
Anna's hand slid from it's resting place on Larisa's hip towards her
tummy, slipping her fingers underneath Larisa's shirt and tickling her
stomach. Larisa giggled wildly and smiled, returning the favor by
putting her hands onto Anna's breasts and squeezing them lightly. They
both laughed and stepped back away from one another, but Larisa bumped
into Kristen's legs and the "Smallville" star pushed her forward again
into Anna's open arms.

	They seemed to forget about the music now as Anna's hands pulled
Larisa in tightly against her. Kristen stepped forward and put her
hands on Larisa's ass, holding her in Anna's embrace. Anna's eyes
locked with Larisa's and with a deft motion, she leaned in forward and
kissed Larisa on the lips. I don't think I was the only male in the
room whose cock jumped in their pants at watching that. Larisa looked
puzzled for a moment as the kiss ended, but didn't pull away. She bent
her head forward slightly and kissed Anna back, only this time the
kiss was longer and much, much hotter. I watched as the two girls hips
bumped into one another, the kiss continuing into a more passionate
embrace now as they wrapped their arms around one another tightly. Not
wanting to be outdone, Kristen's hands moved from Larisa's ass to the
front of Anna's skirt, where she traced her fingers over Anna's pubic
mound through the miniskirt material.

	Larisa paused from the kiss and looked back at Kristen, then at Anna.
Stepping to the side of them, she allowed the two girls to begin their
own kiss, which was a scene that I'm sure would have many a science
fiction geek drooling at the prospect of watching. Kristen bent her
head slightly as Anna's tongue moved into her mouth, allowing for a
more proper and intended kiss that was far from innocent. Larisa
watched the two girls embrace and, without a moment's hesitation,
stepped between them and proceeded to lift off her shirt, revealing a
nice set of b-cup breasts clad in their bra. Larisa looked around a
little uneasily not at the rest of the room, but at the two girls, who
had stopped to watch her. I think they were all oblivious at that
point as to us being there watching them - they were too engrossed
with one another.

	Smiling at the two of them, Larisa reached behind her back and
unclasped her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free under the hot
light of the lamps overhead. Her nipples were a soft, innocent pink
color and were medium sized in comparison to the rest of her breasts.
Her upper body was supple hourglass shape, her only item of clothing
now just the tight jean shorts she wore. Larisa moved back to the two
girls, who had lost interest in each other and quickly began fondling
the breasts of young Larisa. Kristen lowered her mouth to Larisa's
breast and began suckling it as she unzipped her own jeans, pulling
them down her legs to leave her in nothing but a pair of skimpy black
panties. I could see the small mass of pubic hair pushing against the
material of her underwear and couldn't wait to see if they would
disappear from her body as well.

	Anna meanwhile was busy rubbing Larisa's breast with one hand while
she slid her hand up under her skirt to play with herself with the
other. The three girls moved in unison as they sat down on the floor,
free from having to stand up to gain access to one another. Larisa
leaned back against the wall as Kristen moved in over her, locking her
lips onto Larisa's own. Kristen held her lips over Larisa's bottom
lip, sucking on it gently before letting it slide out of her mouth.
Anna removed her hand from between her legs and began to unbutton her
own shirt, sliding it off her shoulders onto the floor and pulling her
bra straps down so that the support of the garment came free of her C
cup breasts and wrapped itself down by her stomach.

	Kristen's clothes were the last to go out of this hot threesome, as
Larisa and Anna helped her remove her shirt and panties, leaving her
exotic body nude on the floor of my living room. Kristen scooted on
her knees over between Anna's legs and pulled her skirt up to her
waist, bunching up the material so that she could get at the hot pussy
underneath. Larisa meanwhile, moved to behind Kristen and, licking two
of her fingers, plunged them into Kristen with a youthful enthusiasm.
Kristen's back arched, but she was now too occupied with eating out
Anna, whose legs were spread around her head on the floor.

	Kristen's mouth suckled on Anna's slightly hair pussy lips, taking
her aroused clit gently between her teeth and tongue and biting down
just softly enough to cause Anna to moan in pleasure. Releasing the
clit, Kristen lapped her tongue around Anna's outer lips, tasting her
sweet juices that had slowly began to trickle out from her sex.

	The room was filled with a squishing sound as Larisa plunged her
fingers in and out of Kristen's cunt, the sopping wet noise only
drowned out by the occasional moan from one of the girls. Larisa was
rubbing her own pussy just about as fast as she was fucking Kristen's
and I watched with excitement as Larisa's face scrunched up slightly
and she orgasmed onto her own hand.

	Anna played with Kristen's hair as the girl ate her out, Kristen's
aroused nipples brushing the floor as she moved her body in a steady
rhythm to the fucking Larisa was giving her and her head bobbing
between Anna's legs. Anna's hand was pinching her own nipples now,
squeezing the slightly darker pink tips of her beautiful breasts.
Kristen noisily licked at Anna's pussy, causing the girl to orgasm
after just a few hot moves by her tongue. Larisa had lowered her mouth
onto Kristen's cunt and continued working a finger in and out, probing
and enjoying the heavenly taste of another young woman.

	"Ohhh Godddd!!! Don't stop!" cried Kristen in response to Larisa's
actions. It was quite clear to me and the handful of other guys who
had moved near me to watch this scene that Larisa had no intentions of
stopping. Straightening herself up, Anna unzipped her skirt and bent
down by Kristen's face to kiss her, licking her own juices off the
cheeks of the half Dutch, half Chinese beauty. They exchanged the kiss
for a minute or before Anna broke it and stood up. Kristen, with much
reluctance, moved herself away from Larisa as the three girls
repositioned themselves.

	Larisa moved to the center of the floor and laid down flat on her
back as Anna and Kristen climbed over her and positioned themselves in
near perfect positions. Anna kneeled on her knees, her wet snatch just
over Larisa's mouth, while Kristen extended her body in a 69 position
to give herself access to Larisa's sweet, almost hairless pussy.
Kristen too was on her knees with her ass in the air, which created an
unforgettable scene: Larisa laying prone on her back, her mouth busily
licking away at Anna's sweet box. Anna herself burying her face inside
of Kristen's elevated cunt, while Kristen focused her mouth solely on
licking at Larisa's hot box. It was an incredible sight to see, a sort
of triangle of teenage lust taking place in front of a very excited
and cheering mass of men.

	Some of the guys had taken their cocks out and were stroking them
away from tangled girls on the floor, while others simply just stood
and watched, too embarressed I suppose to expose themselves in public
like that. Personally, I fought the urge to jerk myself off fiercely,
rather enjoying watching three clients find lust with one another than
trying to please myself.

	The girls stayed in the afore mentioned position for a few minutes,
grinding and moving with one another as they all sought mutual
orgasms. Larisa, who was on the benefiting end of things by far, was
the first to cum: her body seemed to twitch off the floor as she
bounced her ass cheeks off the floor in an excited sort of squeal. We
could all see her tongue buried deep inside of Anna, a trickle of
womanly juice running down the sides of her mouth. Larisa came with a
violent thrust off the ground and I thought for a moment that they
would all topple over. However, they managed to stay as they were and
keep at one another.

	Having cum already for the second time in less than 30 minutes,
Larisa seemed to be losing some steam in her pace, which became more
gentle now as she sucked and teased Anna's cunt with her hand and
mouth. It was still enough however, for Anna to get herself off, a
loud grunt coming from her pussy covered mouth as she came onto
Larisa's waiting mouth, some of her juices trickling down Larisa's
chest to her pert teenage tits and stomach.

	Anna scooted up further along Larisa's body, resting part of her ass
on Larisa's chest, crushing her tits beneath her full, round ass so
that she could turn her attention to Kristen. Larisa wiped off some of
Anna's juices with her finger and used it to move her thumb and
forefinger first into Anna's soaked pussy, then wiggling a finger into
her asshole. Anna moaned again but still seemed steadfast at making
Kristen cum.

	Throughout all of this, I had only seen one noticeable orgasm by
Kristen, which led me to believe that this hot new starlet for the
firm had at least some experience in getting her pussy eaten out. Her
body glistened in the light of the room, sweat covering it as she
finally lifted her panting mouth from between Larisa's legs and simply
enjoyed the sensations of feeling Anna's soft cheeks and lips nestled
on top of her twat.

	Her hips began to move around in a small circle as Anna dug her
fingers into Kristen's smooth, firm ass, her mouth not missing a beat
on the other young woman. Anna pulled her head back slightly and
grinned at all of us in the room, making eye contact with me (which
was the first acknowledgement that they all knew we were there) and
holding my gaze as I watched her pink tongue touch and brush inside of
Kristen's darker pink love tunnel. Shaking her head back and forth,
Anna pushed her mouth completely on top of Kristen's cunt and held it
there. Though I couldn't see what magical technique Anna had saved for
the end with her tongue, the effect of it became obvious: crying out
so loudly that anyone in the house would have heard, Kristen's cunt
exploded in orgasm, her juices literally dripping out of her snatch
and onto Larisa's stomach as Kristen finally collapsed in exhaustion
on top of the two girls, her chest heaving as her breasts were crushed
against the floor.

	The three girls finally stopped their extremely erotic show as they
lay in a panting, sticky, sweaty heap on the floor. A couple of guys
had blown their loads on the floor (I wasn't too worried...I'm sure
the maid coming tomorrow would clean it all up), but had managed to
zip up and we all stood up to give the three young actresses a
standing ovation, some whistles and cheers thrown in for what was
undoubtedly one of the hottest things I had ever seen.

	The clapping seemed to rouse Kristen from her exhausted state as she
looked up at the room smiling, her eyes in sort of a daze. I don't
think she knew everyone had been watching, but judging by the big grin
on her face, she didn't seem to care. The girls untangled themselves
and sorted out the various articles of clothing that had been strewn
everywhere, giggling and whispering to one another as they did so.

	Still naked, they wrapped themselves in a tight hug and shared a hot
three way kiss, tongues writhing and licking each other's mouth, which
only brought out MORE cheers from the guys and myself. Breaking the
kiss finally, they held hands and, like a theatrical performance, all
took a bow together, their nude and lithe teenage bodies a beautiful
site to behold as they all glowed from their orgasms.

	
	The crowd dispersed and I stood up and stretched, looking around to
see where most of the other people had gone to. I saw that many had
moved around to various parts of the first floor, leaning in doorways
and talking, or sitting in chairs and drinking with one another. I was
about to get up and fetch a drink for myself when I was tapped on the
shoulder.

	Turning around to look, I was greeted to the lovely site of Rachel
Weisz leaning against the back of the couch. She wore a knee length
floral dress and a white cotton blouse, which made her rich black hair
even more pronounced than it was already on this beautiful creature.

	"Hello Dean. Lovely home you have here," she said to me in that
sultry British accent that I had always loved about women from across
the pond.

	"Thank you. It actually was my father's but I try to keep it in good
and tasteful order," I replied, standing up. Rachel was leaning
against the couch, her narrow hips pressing against the soft tan
leather of the seat as she cradled one elbow with her hand while the
other held a drink.

	"Yes, I think I remember you telling me about that. You got it all
when he died, correct?" she asked.

	"Right you are. I'm glad you could come by tonight Rachel, it's been
a while since I've seen you. How are things?" I asked.

	"Good good. So is it true, are you really leaving your company?"
Rachel asked. That seemed to be the question of the night, and I had
no particular answer yet.

	"Not sure. I'm going to see how I feel by the party's end I think," I
said with a grin.

	"Ah, yes. Oh! That reminds me! I have a gift for you. If you are
leaving Hollywood, consider it a parting gift. If not, well it can be
what you American's call a housewarming gift," Rachel said.

	"I love any kind of gifts. Where is it?" I asked.

	"Well, follow me love and I'll show you," Rachel said, turning away
and heading towards the stairs that led to the row of rooms in the
house. I heeded her directions and followed - if her "gift" was what I
was hoping it was, it would be coming at a much needed time,
especially considering the wonderful floor show I had just seen.

	I followed her upstairs as Rachel headed down the left hallway,
towards my bedroom. How she knew which one was mine, I'll never know.
I was a step or so behind her, but as I got to the door after her
passing through the doorway, she suddenly turned and shut the door in
my face rudely.

	"Hey, that wasn't very nice!" I said to her in light heartedly pissed
off voice.

	"Patience Dean love. I need a minute to prepare your gift," she said
through the door. I heard some rustling in the room and tried the door
handle, but she had locked me out of my own bedroom! A couple passed
me as they headed down the stairs, giving me a quizzical look. I
ignored them and continued to try the door knob. There was silence in
the room for a minute or so, then I heard the soft click of the door
being unlocked and pulled open slightly.

	Pushing in on the middle of the door, it slowly creaked open. The
room was dark except for a candle on the bedside table and as my eyes
adjusted to the light, I saw Rachel laying seductively on the bed, the
rumpled sheets balled up around her nude body. The pose she was in was
the classical painters nude portrait position, and given the small
amount of light in the room, Rachel looked picturesque as she laid
there. Stepping into the room fully and closing the door behind me, I
saw that Rachel held something in her hand: a very large rubber dildo.

	I was anxious to get down to business, and as I started taking off my
clothes, Rachel sat up and put her hand out in a gesture to stop me.

	"No. Stay dressed. That's not what I had planned for you," Rachel
said. I was a little disappointed as I wrapped my belt around my waist
again and I guess the disappointment showed.

	"Don't get me wrong Dean, I'm very flattered and truthfully, if I
wasn't married then I wouldn't hesitate to take you up on the offer,"
Rachel said. "But I am married and I don't want to break those vows,"

	"Then why are you laying naked in my bedroom with soft lighting and a
sex toy in your hand?" I asked a little incredulously.

	"Just because I won't have sex doesn't mean we can't have a little
bit of fun," Rachel said with a grin. "Now, come sit over by me on the
bed, won't you love?"

	I sat next to her on the bed as she asked, unable to resist the urge
to brush her silky thigh with my hand. I started to drop my hand lower
but Rachel pushed it away.

	"The gift I got you Dean was actually a gift for me personally. I
picked it up at my favorite adult store before coming here tonight and
was going to use it to occupy myself tonight, since my husband is far
away," Rachel said. "But when I saw those three girls buggering each
other, and especially the way you seemed to enjoy watching it, I
thought that you might be interested in this too," Rachel said.

	"So then you want me to watch you get yourself off, is that it?" I
asked. I didn't mind it by any means - Rachel was an exquisitely
beautiful woman, but her leading me up here under somewhat false
pretenses was a little disappointing.

	"You can watch. Or...you can try it out for yourself if you want. I'm
sure that, given your reputation at being skilled in handling large
objects like this thing here," she said, waving the dildo slightly by
her face. "You can probably get me off without too much trouble, no?"

	I grinned. "I'm sure that getting you off will be no trouble,"

	"Then what are you waiting for?" Rachel replied with a smirk. I took
the large sex toy from her - it was a deep blue color, the head about
half the size of my fist, and the shaft nearly that thick. It was
indeed long, probably close to 12 inches in length. I held it at it's
base and scooted up so that I could lay near her belly, tracing the
toy over her tummy.

	I moved it very slowly over the fine downy hair of her lower
mid-section, tickling her a bit as my hand moved the dildo down the
natural curves of her thighs. I brushed the head against Rachel's
slit, causing her to shudder slightly in anticipation as I worked it
over her small mass of dark, rich pubic hair. I couldn't resist the
urge to get my other hand involved, so I slid a finger to her wet and
waiting opening, dipping the tip of my finger inside of her hole as I
moved the toy further up her body to touch upon her aroused nipples.

	Her nipples were a beautiful shade of red, seeming to glow on her
elegant nude frame as they jutted from her breasts. Rachel watched my
every move but stayed an observer, letting me do the work. I pushed my
finger further into her and Rachel clamped her legs down around my
hand. Working my finger deeper inside of her, I slowly finger fucked
her - not a full on attempt to get her off but certainly one to get
her nice and wet for the coming invasion by this massive sex toy.

	Pulling my hand out of her cunt, I held the tip of my finger up by
Rachel's mouth. Her cute pink tongue snaked out of her mouth slowly,
licking her own juices from my finger before sucking it all the way
into her hot and inviting mouth. Rachel sucked on it delicately,
making sure to get all the juice off before I removed it from her
mouth and traced a line down her chest. My hand slowly touched along
her ample cleavage, down past her ribs and stomach back to her cunt,
where I used the palm of my hand to rub her sex.

	My two hands were acting as if separate entities, the other one that
still gripped the toy resting on her leg, moving slightly as I rubbed
the rubbery material over her thigh and nether regions. My palm pushed
harder against her pussy, Rachel's lips allowing a sigh to escape as
she lost herself in the moment of ecstasy. She hadn't cum yet, but it
was quite clear that she was close.

	Sliding the toy back down by her pussy lips, I moved my fingers to
her entrance and held it open with two fingers, exposing the delicious
looking pink inside. Oh how I wanted to just bury my face in there and
taste her juices for myself. But the thrill of this "no sex" game was
even more exciting and I resisted the instinct to place my tongue on
her wet box.

	Her slit now open and juiced, ready for me to enter her with the toy,
I glanced up at Rachel to get her approval as the rubbery head
beckoned at her cunt lips. Rachel just nodded at me, her eyes closed
in a half squint as she enjoyed herself in the glow of the room. I
pushed the head in past her pussy lips so that it burrowed itself
deeper inside with every passing second. Rachel adjusted herself to
make room for the entrance by my skillfully guided hand, her legs
parting wider on the bed.


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