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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Halle Berry 

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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 19 - Halle Berry 
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)

***

This chapter is dedicated to those who senselessly lost 
their lives on 9/11/01. You will not be forgotten. Sorry 
it took so long, but sometimes real life takes precedence 
over even our hobbies. Feedback and suggestions always 
welcome.

***

The past few weeks had been hard to concentrate on 
business at all. World events brought my industry to a 
halt and even big events like the Emmys had to be 
postponed, leaving agents like myself sitting around with 
nothing to do but call and check on clients to make sure 
they were doing ok.

Several clients stopped by through out the week, 
including one who turned the head of my assistant Damon 
pretty sharply, Halle Berry. She had just come by to talk 
and kill time, production on her next movie delayed 
because of what was happening in New York. Halle was a 
little angry at the response her most recent movie, 
"Swordfish" had at the box office.

"I mean, Jesus Christ! I got paid half a million dollars 
to show these," Halle said, grabbing her breasts and 
thrusting them into my face. They were a quite nice 
sight, but not when accompanied by her complaining. "And 
what does the film do? It tanks. Now there are all these 
nerds and perverts online, ogling my body from some 
stupid bad quality picture, and the film is almost 
totally forgotten!"


"Halle, I think you need to calm down a little. Swordfish 
broke even and made a few million more than we expected. 
It was worth it, I'm sure. Think of all those 'nerds and 
perverts' who are going to be buying the DVD so they can 
freeze frame you. That's almost pure profit for you, and 
you are sure to get more viewer ship on video any ways," 
I said to her, trying to reason with her. She stopped in 
her tracks, pausing from her pacing of the room.

"Your right. But I still am not happy with my name power. 
I was at this website the other day, some sort of 
celebrity sex story archive, some sort of erotic fiction 
site. Any ways, all these other celebrities had lots of 
stories about them. You know how many were about me? 
Three! Even some of those no name actresses had more 
stories than me. If the perverts aren't even hip on me, 
then I'm getting nowhere in Hollywood! And as my agent, I 
think you should fix that!" Halle demanded, putting her 
hands on her hips and tapping her foot on the ground. She 
wore a pair of low cut jeans and a pink t-shirt that 
exposed her firm and toned stomach wonderfully. Her 
brownish hair had been dyed in gold colored waves and 
stayed firmly in place on her head. As she paced back and 
forth of my office, ranting and complaining (I had 
learned right off the bat to sometimes just ignore stars 
when they go off like that.), I started to think of what 
I could do to appease her. Glancing outside my office 
through the open door, it hit me.

"Halle, look. While the industry slowly starts up again, 
there isn't much I can do. BUT if you want to know how 
much you are appreciated and wanted by your fans, you 
only have to go talk to that man sitting at the desk, 
answering phones right now. His name is Damon and he told 
me he saw 'Swordfish' five times. And not just because of 
your tits. So why don't you go make a fans dream come 
true and the two of you maybe go spend the afternoon 
together? There sure as hell isn't going to be much work 
done here today," I said, reclining in my chair.

Halle had turned to look at Damon when I pointed and I 
could see she was clearly pondering the thought. To seal 
the deal, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my 
wallet, tossing a few hundreds on my desk. "And here. 
Since you OBVIOUSLY didn't make any money off of 
'Swordfish' and are a starving actress again, it's my 
treat,"

Halle grinned at me mischievously. "Alright, I'll do it. 
It will be nice to do something with a real person, 
something that doesn't seem so fake," Halle said. She 
picked the money off the desk and walked out of the room. 
I couldn't help but admire her ass as she walked out, and 
knew that Damon would be thanking me repeatedly the next 
day. I leaned back in my chair further and watched the 
scene play out in front of me, like some sort of 
Cinderella story (the dyslexic version of course). At 
first Damon pretended to ignore her, trying to act "cool" 
and not notice her. But when Halle began to tap on his 
desk with her long, curled fingernails and look down at 
him as he tried to work, it was too much and he looked 
up. 

I couldn't hear the words said between the two, but 
Damon's face went from one of feigned coolness to utter 
and total shock. Halle grinned wildly at his reaction and 
reached into her purse, handing him a small card. With 
that, she walked away, Damon's jaw still hanging half way 
to the floor as he watched her go.

As soon as she was in the elevator, he came hustling into 
my office, trying to act professional.

"Uhh, Dean...can I have the rest of the day off? I have 
to uhh..go do some...uhh.." Damon said excitedly, trying 
to come up with a weak excuse to let him leave. I folded 
my hands on my desk in front of me and decided to play 
along with him a little bit.

"What do you have to do Damon? I didn't quite get that," 
I said, smiling as sweetly and sarcastically at him as I 
could.

"I have to...well, see Halle wants me...uhh..can I have 
the time off or not?" he finally said, impatient as a 
child.

"Yes, yes, go. I told her to take you out. Now you kids 
go and have a good time," I said, waving my hand at him 
in the direction of the door. He didn't hesitate the 
slightest and rushed out the door, saying "Thank you 
thank you thank you" repeatedly under his breath as he 
left.

He shut my door behind himself as he left and I heard him 
literally RUN towards the elevator. I sighed deeply and 
leaned back in my chair, smiling to myself about the fun 
that lay in store for Damon and Halle that afternoon. I 
managed to get a little more work done that afternoon, 
but decided to just send everyone else home and close up 
early, since there wasn't much to be done right now 
anyways with the state Hollywood was in.

*
	
The next morning, I got into work earlier than I usually 
do, hoping to make some early morning calls and get some 
paperwork done before the rest of the office staff came 
in. I also hoped to be able to talk to Damon about how 
his afternoon went with Halle, before he got bogged down 
in the work that we had (mostly contracts to review).

However, it was not to be, as I got distracted on a long 
call that morning with Sarah Michelle Gellar on the 
phone, after she called to complain about the scripts she 
had received for this season of "Buffy". Sitting at my 
desk, listening to her drone on, I saw Damon come into 
work. He looked like he normally did, although there was 
something odd about him and the way he was acting. 
Almost...secretive. I thought it was nothing until I saw 
him slowly open up his file cabinet and slip what looked 
like a video tape into the drawer. Then, he gently closed 
the drawer and sat down at his desk to start his work for 
the day. I watched him for a few more minutes but he made 
no more motions towards the cabinet, and in fact ignoring 
it. I hung up the phone with Sarah a few minutes later 
and tried to ignore what I saw. But it was no use. Was 
that really a video tape? If so, what was on it? Was 
Damon hiding something that he did with Halle or did he 
just put something of his own in that cabinet?

I pondered what to do, my hope of getting any work done 
disappearing as the day wore on. Finally I decided, being 
the boss, I would just send Damon on a long errand and 
raid his desk. I know it wasn't ethical to break into an 
employee's personal storage area, but if that tape 
contained something that might be damaging to Halle's 
career or the firm itself, it was a risk I was willing to 
take.

Mid-afternoons around Shooting Stars are usually pretty 
quiet, so no one noticed me walking out to Damon's desk 
and sitting down, acting like I was looking for something 
like I normally would do. What no one saw though was me 
slipping a hand down and opening the desk drawer on the 
very bottom of the redwood desk. I pulled the handle out 
gently and felt around inside, my other hand and my eyes 
focused on the desk in front of me as I kept up the 
charade.

Finally my fingers touched an object that felt like a 
videotape and I grabbed it, pulling it out. It was an 8mm 
tape for sure, and bore no visible indications on what 
was on the tape. However, as I examined it further, I 
noticed that it did indeed have writing on it, the 
letters HB written in a black permanent marker so they 
wouldn't show on the tape without closer examination.

Putting the tape into my pocket, I walked back to my desk 
and shut and locked my door. I had sent Damon out for a 
long errand out in Santa Monica and knew with traffic he 
would be gone for at least three hours more. I reclined 
in my chair and pulled the tape from my pocket, examining 
it and playing with it in my hands as I debated on what 
to do.

If I watched it, I might be in for a few hours of his 
family Christmas party or some other family function. Of 
course, my devils advocate said, it could be something to 
do with Halle. "HB" seems a little obvious. However, my 
less mischievous side countered with the idea that HB 
might be TOO obvious, or perhaps I was reading it wrong 
and it was BH, which of course could have been anything. 
I decided in the end though, that watching it was worth 
the risk, even if it was just some family reunion.

Popping the tape into my adapter (I had a kit for playing 
8mm tapes, since I often had to review up and coming 
girls screen tests), I pushed the play button cautiously.

The screen lit up with black and white static for a few 
seconds. However, it quickly corrected itself and came 
into focused. The camera was a little shaky but when it 
stopped moving so much, I got a better view of where it 
was being filmed. 

Halle Berry was certainly in this tape, leaning against a 
railing near the beach. Damon was talking to her but I 
couldn't make out what he said. Apparently neither could 
Halle.

"What did you say?" she said, smiling at him and the 
camera enthusiastically. Halle was wearing a sea green 
topped bikini, the bottom piece covered in a shawl like 
garment that was see-through. Though the picture quality 
wasn't that great, you could clearly see her long and 
luscious bronze legs through the material.

"I asked when did you want to become an actress?" Damon 
said. His voice was unmistakable, but it was a little 
hard to hear him because of the fast whipping ocean 
breeze.

"Well, when I was little, I used to put on plays for my 
mom and brother & sisters. When I became a teenager, I 
did a little modeling and then really began to try and 
pursue acting instead. So I guess since I was a kid. When 
did you know that you wanted to be an assistant?" Halle 
asked, jokingly shoving Damon in the chest. The camera 
shook a little bit at this as Damon adjusted.

"Hehe, well, when I was little I started filing papers 
around the house and..." Damon said in a laughing manner. 
It caused Halle to burst out into laughter as well. She 
smiled warmly at the camera, but I could detect a bit of 
lust in her smile. The conversation suddenly got quiet 
for a few moments before Halle spoke again.

"I'm getting cold standing here. Why don't we go back to 
my hotel room and order room service?" Halle said.

"Uhh..yea, I'd like that," Damon said. The camera then 
switched very quickly into a dimly lit room that I can 
only assume was Halle's hotel. Off in the distance was 
the cart that their food had arrived on and I could hear 
some soft music playing in the background. It had all the 
makings of a bad porn movie, I thought to myself. Of 
course, it turns out that I was right.

Damon was moving the camera slowly around the room, 
looking at all the scattered clothes and empty shopping 
bags spread around. Something bright and pink came into 
focus on the camera and Damon zoomed in on it: it was a 
pair of Halle's panties, thrown on the floor almost in 
haste. Damon couldn't help but linger on the pair of 
underwear, zooming in and making sure that ensured seeing 
them on the tape.

"Damon, put that thing down," I heard Halle say in the 
background. The camera moved sharply and panned onto 
Halle laying on the bed, holding her head up with her 
hand. She had removed the slip that had been covering her 
legs and now was wearing only the skimpy bikini from 
earlier.

"Come on Damon, I don't want to be filmed right now. I'm 
always on camera," Halle said pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. You are just so beautiful," 
Damon replied. He panned the camera up from her feet 
slowly up to her face, making sure to stop and linger and 
zoom in on the obvious parts of her body as the camera 
drank in Halle's flawless skin.


"Awww...your so sweet. Well, I suppose the camera can 
stay. We can have fun with it," Halle said, smiling 
sexily. "Be a good boy won't you and go get something out 
of my suitcase will you?"

Damon put the camera down on top of the chair he had been 
sitting in. It showed Halle sitting up to tell Damon 
something, the audio wasn't real clear. Within a minute 
or so, I could see the backside of Damon, still wearing 
the clothes from the office, hand Halle something. He 
walked back over and picked up the camera, readjusting it 
and zooming in on Halle again. He focused on her face, 
and I could see her arm moving below her on her body. 
Halle threw her head back slightly and moaned a little, 
her lips pursed in pleasure. 

Like an expert camera man, Damon slowly savored the scene 
and moved his viewfinder down towards Halle's legs. Very 
quickly it was clear what was going on - Damon had given 
her a vibrator from her suitcase and Halle was now very 
slowly working it in and out of her cunt. She had pulled 
her bikini bottoms to the side and Damon zoomed in on 
what she was up to.

Her fingers were wrapped around a long, light blue and 
translucent vibrator. Her pussy was shaved in a very neat 
pattern, trim and narrow all the way down to her lips. As 
Halle worked the vibrator in and out of her hole very 
slowly, her inner lips, as pink as the panties Damon had 
scanned onto earlier, stretched and quivered around the 
sex toy. I could hear the motor of the vibrator whirring, 
but it wasn't nearly as audible as the moans of Halle.

Damon so far had not said anything, but it was clear he 
was moving closer to Halle's now wet snatch. Slowly, his 
right hand entered the frame of view on the camera and he 
held it over Halle's pussy, debating on touching it or 
not. But Halle made the decision for him, moaning out 
"Just do it Damon! Touch me!" Without a moment's 
hesitation more, he brought his large, callused fingers 
down onto Halle's small tight snatch. 

Halle immediately began to moan with pleasure as Damon 
began exploring her sex, rubbing his fingers over and 
around her hole. Using his other free hand, he zoomed the 
camera in to show as his hand worked it's way inside of 
her pussy, grinding in against her clit alongside the 
vibrator. It wasn't long though before Damon took the 
vibrator from Halle's nimble, thin fingers and began to 
move it in and out of Halle's snatch himself.

"Yea, you like that don't you?" Damon said as he moved 
the sex toy in and out of her pussy.

"Mmm...you know it baby. Fuck me harder with it. HARDER!" 
Halle cried out as Damon began pushing it in at a more 
feverish pace, sawing it in and out of her cunt, making 
sure to rub it against her outer lips and to be CERTAIN 
to touch on her clit with every stroke. Halle began to 
moan louder and louder as Damon pushed the rapidly moving 
toy into her pussy deeper each time.

"Oh yea, that's it baby...fuck my cunt...Do it just like 
that! Ugghhhhh!!!" Halle screamed. She had moved her hand 
back down to her pussy and wrapped her fingers around 
Damon's hand, guiding him around inside of her.

Damon continued fucking her with the toy for a few 
minutes, Halle's hips now writhing around on the bed, 
rocking back and forth as she lifted her ass up off the 
bed to meet the strokes that were pushing into her 
deepest channels.

"OH!" was all that Halle could say, her voice practically 
screeching as she was lost in a world of her own 
pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! Oh baby I'm about 
to cum! Eat me out! Come on Damon, eat me out, please!!" 
Halle moaned.

Still (miraculously) holding onto the camera, Damon held 
it out and away from his face at arms length, showing him 
lowering his mouth to right above Halle's pussy. He had 
removed the vibrator from her pussy and was now working 
at her with just his fingers, moving in and out at a 
tremendous rate. I could see that feeling Damon's hot 
breath just inches from her snatch was driving Halle mad, 
but Damon seemed to know what he was doing.

"You want me to eat you out? How bad do you want it baby 
huh? Tell me how bad you want Damon to lick your pussy," 
Damon said coolly, smiling into the camera. His camera 
work and talent at coaxing Halle along was eerie, almost 
as if he had done something like this before...

"Oh baby, I want it more than anything. Just lick me 
baby, lick me long and hard and deep! But just do it now! 
I'm gonna burst into flames if you don't put me out!" 
Halle cried. Damon again just smiled wickedly for the 
camera but managed to hit the zoom button and capture the 
moment just as his tongue touched Halle's inner regions.

Halle cried out in what had to be an orgasm of explosive 
proportions, as she thrust her hips hard into Damon's 
face as he licked away at her. Halle moaned for what had 
to have been a minute as she bounced repeatedly on the 
bed. Damon managed to hold her down though with the hand 
that had been previously in her pussy. I could see his 
fingers glisten with her juices,  despite watching a tape 
- she was THAT wet!

Finally her orgasm subsided and Halle's moans were 
replaced with panting and the sound of Damon lapping at 
her pussy. Damon though was still buried between her 
legs, licking at her pussy savagely, trying to devour and 
savor every last drop of her juice that he could find. 
Halle tightened her legs around his head as he continued 
to lick her, but released him a few seconds later, her 
legs too tired to hold on any longer.
	
Damon lifted his head from between her legs and got into 
a more comfortable position, straddling her waist as he 
zoomed in on Halle's face. Her forehead and chest were 
beaded with sweat, the perspiration glistening in the 
light from the camera. 

"Did you enjoy that?" Halle asked, her chest still 
heaving a little bit.

"Not as much as you apparently. I still want more though. 
Think your husband would mind?" Damon asked. This caused 
me to sit up and pay attention - I didn't want to be the 
cause of an eventual breakup of her marriage. But Halle 
surprisingly put my fears to rest.

"We have an agreement - neither tells the other what we 
did while off at work. Since he is on tour and I'm always 
off shooting movies that gives us both pretty good 
flexibility. Of course, it also makes sex with him that 
much better, not knowing what other hot bitch he has 
fucked. But that's none of your concern," Halle said, 
grinning.

"What was it that you had in mind, Mr. Porn Director?" 
Halle said, mock pouting with her luscious lips.

"Since I saw 'Swordfish', I've wanted to tit-fuck you for 
the longest time," Damon said. "I hope you don't mind if 
I do," Damon said. I was surprised at the gall Damon had 
with a client of the firm, but given how far he had 
already come, I guess there was no going back now.

Halle rolled her eyes at the 'Swordfish' comment, laying 
her head to the side as if she didn't want Damon seeing 
her doing so, but then sighed and said "It's always with 
the 'Swordfish' with you men isn't it? Oh well," Halle 
said, reaching under her back and untying her top "They 
are a pretty nice pair,"

As anyone who has seen the film knows, and myself and 
Damon now with a much more intimate look, Halle has some 
of the most beautiful breasts in Hollywood. They have the 
natural beauty and hang of a normal woman, but are large 
and proportionate just enough in the scope of her body to 
be accentuated and beautiful. Her measurements are listed 
as 36C, but when audiences got a closer look at them this 
past summer, they appeared to be much larger than even 
that. Her nipples (which Damon expertly  zoomed in on) 
were a dark chocolate brown, with the tips of the nipples 
coming out maybe half an inch. The areolas were actually 
a little small on such large breasts, but still looked 
incredibly beautiful on such a lovely pair.

Damon couldn't resist running his hands over her lush 
breasts now, feeling the skin against his fingers and the 
softness of them (I can only assume, not having been 
there). Halle lay contentedly there, letting him feel and 
fondle her breasts until he had his fill. In the 
meantime, she had proceeded to unzip his pants and pull 
them down to his calves, leaving his mostly-hard dick 
laying on her chest just below her breasts. Damon had a 
pretty good sized cock, although it was hard to really 
make it out since he wasn't trying to focus on it. Halle 
however seemed satisfied with the size and moved her hand 
to wrap around it while Damon continued playing with her 
nipples.

Getting him fully hard now, Halle took over control of 
what was going to be the tone for the rest of the night.

"Alright Damon, I want you to tit-fuck me now. Stop 
playing with them and get that nice piece of meat between 
my tits," Halle commanded. It was a little unusual to 
hear someone as gentle looking as Halle sounds so 
commanding, but I guess we all have our spicy, dominating 
sides.

"Yes m'amm...with pleasure!" Damon replied. Again using 
expert camera work, Damon managed to stay focused on the 
upper part of Halle's body while using the other hand to 
slowly push his cock between Halle's breasts and begin to 
fuck them. Halle arched her back a little to get flesh to 
grab onto, and then cupped her breasts firmly in her 
hands and began working them over and onto his cock.

It was quite an amazing feat watching the two go at it, 
to the obvious pleasure of each other. Damon was panting 
a little loudly now as he began bucking harder between 
Halle's breasts, and Halle meanwhile was thoroughly 
enjoying the stimulation being brought on by the extra 
attention being paid to her nipples. It was almost 
hypnotizing watching Halle's breasts move up and down on 
her chest, the heavy weight of the globes sliding and 
jostling around like two perfectly formed masses of 
flesh. Her already dark nipples had become flushed from 
the attention and caused the normally rich brown skin 
around her areola to darken in color even further and 
shine with the perspiration that the two were creating.

As Damon would work himself in and out between her 
breasts, his cock came ever increasingly closer to her 
mouth. Halle held her tongue out, hoping to get a taste 
of his shaft as it pistoned in between her breasts. Every 
now and then she would hit it, managing to lick the head 
or the shaft as he worked it between her tits. The two 
kept up this rhythm and pace for a few minutes before the 
sound on the camera became filled with Damon's heavy 
grunting and breathing. He moved his hand to his cock and 
pulled it from her breasts, jerking it furiously above 
her.

The "money shot" came a few seconds later, as Halle 
pushed her breasts and nipples together to receive 
Damon's cum. It splashed out from his cock and landed 
with a *splat* all over her nipples, coating the dark 
flesh of her breasts with a thick white cream. After a 
few jerks, his orgasm ended, and Damon made sure to use 
the camera to focus on his cum trickling down Halle's 
cleavage and pooling on her navel, a rebel stream falling 
off the side of her breasts.

They both panted heavily, and Damon removed himself from 
on top of Halle.

"Well, now that we have fulfilled YOUR fantasy," Halle 
said, wiping his cum from her chest and licking it off 
her fingers sexily, "How about you let me hop on that big 
cock of yours and fulfill MY fantasy?" 

Holding the camera above him, Damon laid down on the bed 
and watched through the viewfinder as Halle moved down to 
his crotch and slowly lowered herself on his still hard 
cock. Zooming in, it was an incredibly erotic sight to 
watch Halle sink down completely on him, her pink inner 
lips stretching and adjusting to Damon's girth (he was 
very large, I could now tell). With a contented sigh, 
Halle breathed out as Damon filled her completely.

"Oh yea...that's just what I needed," Halle whispered. 
Slowly she began to grind her hips back and forth over 
his cock, rubbing his balls against her ass as she moved. 
Her legs still spread out around him, Halle began to move 
up and down on Damon's shaft, letting more slip out of 
her sopping wet cunt each time. Halle had incredible 
strength to be able to do this, as her hands were not 
supporting her at all - instead, she was rubbing and 
teasing her nipples back and forth on her breasts, 
fondling and playing with them excitedly as she moved up 
and down.

Damon was silent except for an occasional groan, mostly 
brought on when Halle would shiver and contract the 
muscles of her body, obviously including the ones now 
holding his cock in a vice like grip. Finally setting the 
camera down on the bed, but still at an angle that caught 
all the action, Damon moved his hands to Halle's hips and 
guided her up and down on his shaft. With Damon now in 
total control, Halle relaxed a little and was like a rag 
doll on his cock, swaying and writhing to Damon's whim. 

Having just orgasmed, Damon was far from cumming, so he 
concentrated his maneuvers on getting Halle off. With his 
large, muscular arms, he drove Halle down harder and 
harder onto his cock, making sure that each time she 
rubbed her clit against the inner shaft of his meat. 
Halle was now just a constant moan, her cries of pleasure 
causing her face to squint up and jostle with every 
thrust. She had given up trying to cup her breasts, and 
now her lovely tits were swaying in a circular motion as 
she was fucked hard and fast by Damon. 

She let out a screech and then came suddenly, her hands 
going to her nipples as she squeezed and pinched them, 
trying to lengthen her orgasm. Halle then simply crumbled 
and collapsed on top of Damon, her energy now totally 
exhausted. Her body though was still bouncing up and down 
as Damon bucked his cock deeper and deeper into her. 
Halle laid her head on his chest and moaned softly as he 
continued fucking her, resting her arms on the side of 
his body. 

They continued like this for a few minutes, with Halle 
getting her strength back enough to sit up and simply 
ride him for all he was worth. Throwing her head back and 
running her hands through her hair, Halle seemed to be in 
another world. Damon began to buck harder, grunting out 
"I'm gonna cum!" as he moved her up and down harder once 
again. The camera got knocked over onto it's side as 
Damon's arms shot out and he came long and hard inside of 
her.

The next few minutes were motionless (the camera now only 
showed both the lovers thighs, with Halle's lighter skin 
pressed atop Damon's more darker flesh) until Damon 
finally pulled out of her reached over, shutting the 
camera off. The screen filled with static, and I reached 
over, pushing the stop button on the VCR.

The little fantasy world I had been in was suddenly 
interrupted by my phone ringing. Glancing down at my 
waist, I saw that my dick was in my hand and that I had 
cum all over it as I watched the tape, oblivious to the 
fact that I was doing so. Reaching into my desk drawer, I 
pulled out a towel and wiped myself off with one hand and 
answered the phone with the other.

"Hello?" I said with a husky voice. Clearing my throat, I 
spoke again. "Dean Simonds office"

"Hey Dean, it's Halle. I just wanted to call and thank 
you for setting me up with Damon yesterday. We had a lot 
of fun," Halle said over the phone. She sounded distant, 
so I guess she had returned home.

"Um, no problem Halle. In fact, I was just uhh...thinking 
about you right now, hoping everything went ok. Damon is 
out of the office on an errand or else I'd let you speak 
to him if you wanted," I replied, ejecting the tape from 
my VCR.

"That's ok, I was just calling to talk to you. If you see 
him though, tell him I said 'Hi'," Halle said.

"So what did you two do yesterday?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, we just went down to the coast, had a nice quiet 
dinner and watched a movie," Halle replied.

"I bet you did," I muttered into the phone, realizing the 
stupidity of the comment the second I said it.

"What did you say?" Halle asked inquisitively.

"Nothing. I said 'I better let you go'. Probably static 
on the phone right now," I said, hoping that the save 
worked.

"Oh...yeah, ok. Well, thanks again Dean. Let me know if 
you get any good scripts alright?" Halle said.

"Sure thing. Talk to you later," I said, hanging up the 
phone.

The tape now sat on my desk and I pondered what to do 
with it: If I put it back and didn't say anything, the 
tape might come back to bite the firm later. But if I 
kept it out or confronted Damon about it, that might open 
me up for lawsuits and the loss of Damon's trust. Mulling 
it over, I decided to just let Damon keep it and enjoy it 
for himself. Unlike me, not every person gets to fuck a 
celebrity of their dreams all the time.

Putting the tape back into Damon's desk drawer, I locked 
up my office and went home. I couldn't help but smile, 
thinking about how happy Damon was when he woke up this 
morning.


CHAPTER 20: Angelina Jolie

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