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Archive name: agent22.txt (MF, cons, celeb)
Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Jennifer Lopez 

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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 22 - Jennifer Lopez 
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)

***

Of all the celebrities, actresses, models, singers and 
just otherwise beautiful people that I've ever dealt 
with, none come even close to the word "diva" as much as 
Jennifer Lopez. A recently embarrassing episode that got 
out into the press was Jennifer's insistence on a 
specially tailored trailer for her 15 minute performance 
at the recent September 11th benefit. Needless to say, I 
put as much spin on it as I could. But being a diva has 
it's benefits - most of the time.

Right now was not one of them. I was standing backstage, 
watching the people rush by back and forth as they got 
the set ready. After the success of NBC's first aired 
performance by Jennifer during sweeps month, they wanted 
more. So here I was, nervously pacing and wondering why 
the set of trained birds that Jennifer wanted for her new 
special, to be recorded now at a very top secret, "only 
in the know" concert that Jennifer was holding. The new 
special would air on Valentine's Day and was sure to be a 
success. If we could ever get it off the ground of 
course.

Most people have no idea how much effort goes into 
planning a concert, especially one for a superstar like 
Jennifer. Part of me wished that I didn't have to be 
here, catering to her every whim and making sure that the 
network people and the venue people were happy. Then 
again, I would have a backstage view of one of the 
world's most known women, an entertainer that was multi-
talented AND the first real Latin star to cross over to 
the middle America mainstream. 

The stage area was pretty cramped for a concert hall (I'd 
tell you where it was but that would ruin the surprise of 
course), with roadies and dancers running around. I was 
standing guard outside Jennifer's dressing room door. Her 
requests after the charity mishap had toned down a 
little, now only requesting a large room with lots of 
fresh food and, of all things, a small mariachi band to 
entertain her. Sometimes I think I'll never understand 
the rich and famous.

I was glancing side to side when I noticed Jennifer stick 
her head out of the door of her dressing room, her long 
black hair up in a bun over her head and her face 
decorated in a half layer of makeup.

"Pssst. Pssst...Dean!" she said, sticking a robed arm out 
to get my attention. In that moment I saw not Jennifer 
Lopez the superstar but Jennifer Lopez, the girl from the 
Bronx who had hit it big much like Barbara Streisand had 
a half century earlier.

Walking to the door, I leaned my head into the room. An 
odor of perfume immediately hit my nostrils.

"Can you come in for a second Dean? I'm a little nervous 
about this," Jennifer said. She had cinched her robe 
around her waist and had her arms crossed over her chest. 
Her bare, bronze legs shifted her weight slowly back and 
forth.

"There is nothing to be nervous about Jennifer. You'll be 
perfectly fine. Don't worry about the ratings either. 
Even if this thing fails, which it won't, your star power 
won't be diminishing anytime soon," I said to reassure 
her, putting my hands on her small shoulders. She was not 
very tall at all, appearing much bigger on screen than 
she really was. 

"It's not that..." Jennifer said, a little unsure, her 
eyes at the floor. "It's the people in the audience. Last 
time I was too excited and busy to worry about getting 
nervous because I knew that the people out there were 
total strangers. There's a lot of people I know out there 
tonight and I feel somehow afraid of going out there and 
performing for them," she said.

She was right too - a who's who of Hollywood was in the 
audience tonight - network and studio executives, top 
stars (and a handful of my clients), people from the 
fashion industry, many of Jennifer's personal friends 
from back in New York and even a few lucky fans who had 
managed to win tickets through secret drawings and 
knowing the right people. I understood Jennifer's fear, 
her apprehension at basically performing for the people 
who made up her past and those that would determine her 
future.

"Well, is there anything I can do to make you feel 
better? You want anything, need me to kill anyone?" I 
said jokingly. The mariachi band that had been playing in 
the corner of the room quietly, not paying any attention 
to us (I hadn't even noticed they were there, I thought 
it was background noise!) suddenly stopped and looked at 
me. I gave them a sheepish smile and returned to 
Jennifer. "Seriously. If there is anything you need, let 
me know," I said.

"I can't think of anything right now really. But hey, why 
don't you give me a shoulder massage and I'll think of 
something," Jennifer said excitedly. 

"Gee Jennifer, I'm not very good at those. When I was in 
high school and tried to give them, the girls always 
ended up more sore than when I started. I'd hate for you 
to be achy going out there. Maybe I can find you a 
masseuse outside in the hall - we seem to have every 
profession known to man running around out there.," I 
said, making an excuse to not get put in the position 
that I knew could lead to trouble. Unlike most of my 
previous flings with celebrities, Jennifer's husband was 
a dancer in the show and could come in on his wife at any 
time. An innocent massage might lead to something else.

But Jennifer was insistent. "No, no, I want YOU to do it. 
If you don't, I might just call the whole thing off!" she 
said, a little snootily. Fame had obviously had it's 
effect on her in at least a few ways.

I hesitated for a moment - I knew that any straight man 
in his right mind (IE, his dick working) would have 
jumped at the opportunity to put his hands on Jennifer 
Lopez's naked shoulders. But I also knew that I had to 
choose between taking a chance and risk the client 
relationship and perhaps my own physical well being if 
the innocent massage turned into something more serious, 
just to keep Jennifer happy. Or I could turn her down and 
hopefully still have her as a client Monday morning. As 
any long time reader of this Journal knows, it's quite 
obvious what I did.

"All right, fine. I'll give you the massage. But if your 
husband walks in, that's ALL we were doing okay?" I said 
to Jennifer, grabbing some lotion from the dressing room 
table.

"Of course. Nothing else," Jennifer said, a stern look on 
her face as she nodded in the mirror.

I rubbed the lotion between my hands and pulled 
Jennifer's robe aside a little to place my hands on her 
smooth, tanned shoulders. Her skin was warm, almost hot 
to the touch. I rubbed her shoulders gently now, slowly 
moving the tips of my fingers over and around her 
shoulder blades and neck, my palm easing it's way around 
her smooth neckline. Jennifer rolled her head slowly on 
her neck and let out a contented sigh as I worked, the 
lotion soaking into her skin as I squeezed and massaged 
her shoulders.

"Oh Dean, that feels great," Jennifer said quietly. 
"Here, massage my back some,"

And with that, she let the top of her robe drop off 
completely, leaving her naked from the waist up. I 
glanced in the mirror across from her and saw her eyes 
closed as my hands worked, but her maroon colored nipples 
getting harder from my rubbing of her neck. Jennifer's 
breasts were gorgeous, with not a hint of sag - indeed, 
they were perky and natural looking, without a trace of a 
tan line anywhere on them.  I realized that I had been 
massaging less and staring at her breasts more, so I 
quickly started up again, letting my hands slip further 
down her back.

I didn't really have much experience with massage, other 
than just having done it once or twice, but I could tell 
that Jennifer was indeed stressed out, as evident by the 
knots in her shoulders and the middle of her back. I 
pushed her skin in a little as I worked my palms down her 
back, rubbing along her backbone. She shivered suddenly 
and shot up straight as I lingered my fingers over her 
back.

Moving down further, I grasped Jennifer by her narrow 
waist just above the small of her back, trying to keep my 
hands from shaking from the nervous excitement of an 
almost totally naked Jennifer Lopez sitting in front of 
me. I could see the cleft of her ass sticking out 
slightly from the robe (her famous rear was indeed larger 
than most starlets, but she had worked hard to get it 
down a little in size and it was still amazingly sexy). 
Deciding not to risk going any lower than I should, I 
slowly moved my hands back up her back towards her 
shoulders where I figured I would end the massage with 
one good more neck rub.

Jennifer however, had other plans. As my hands slowly 
moved up her back, I felt her grab me by the wrists and 
pull my hands forward, so that the palms of my hands were 
resting directly on top of her breasts. I could feel her 
hard nipples poking lightly against the skin on my hands.

"Here, massage these," Jennifer said, her eyes still 
closed. She seemed to be in a dream like state and I 
guess that the massage had really relaxed her. So, not 
knowing what else to do, I slowly began to rub my hands 
in a circle up and down on her breasts, squeezing the 
globes of flesh as I worked them in and out of my palms.

Moaning softly to herself, I continued to knead and work 
her breasts, squeezing them together gently and bouncing 
them up and down lightly, working them out. Jennifer had 
almost slumped over in the chair, enjoying the feeling. I 
was getting quite turned on by this and realized that I 
had slowly moved the rest of my body closer to her, the 
front of my pants pressing against her back. She knew I 
had a hard on but didn't seem to notice or mind, so I 
just kept on massaging her.

After probably 10 minutes of this, Jennifer finally 
pulled my hands away and opened her eyes, looking deep 
into mine through the mirror.

"Dean, I want you to fuck me. Please. I need it. It's the 
only way I can go out there," Jennifer said, her face 
hardening into an expression of determination.

"Jennifer, you know we can't. You have to go on stage 
in," I said, glancing at my watch, "Twenty five minutes! 
There is barely enough time for you to get ready as it 
is," I said.

"I know that. But those people can wait. I'm a Brooklyn 
girl Dean, you know that. And we put our minds to 
something we just have to have it. So come on, what do 
you say? No one will ever suspect anything," Jennifer 
said.

The offer naturally was tempting but I just had a bad 
feeling about it so I decided to put up every road block 
I could to hopefully dissuade her.

"Uh, I think your husband might be able to tell. You know 
who your husband is right? That guy who you promised to 
have and to hold and all that other stuff?" I said to 
her, putting my hands back on her shoulders and squeezing 
them lightly. I was hoping I came across as a stoic 
businessman, someone that Jennifer would listen to and 
understand the risks involved in trying to have an extra-
marital affair backstage at a concert filled with 10,000 
people. 

"Hey, you don't worry about what my husband does or 
doesn't find out about what I do. That's our business," 
Jennifer said, standing up in the chair and turning 
around to face me.

"So yes or no? If you can't help me out here Dean then I 
may have to look for another agent pronto," Jennifer 
said. Her dark eyes had a calculated look in them, and I 
didn't doubt her words that she WOULD fire me. A thought 
drifted through my head of how absurd a sexual harassment 
case like that would be - fired because the man wouldn't 
sleep with the woman. Shaking my head slightly, I 
regrouped my thoughts.

"I'm sorry Jennifer, as your agent I have to say it's 
just not a good idea right now. Maybe after the show or 
something," I said to her, my own stare equaling hers in 
intensity. "If you want something else to satisfy 
yourself, I'm sure that I could find a vibrator or 
something else around here pretty easily,"

Jennifer seemed to consider this for a moment and then a 
look of revelation washed over her face. "Well, I wanted 
was to feel the famous Simonds cock in my mouth and if I 
got lucky my pussy too," Jennifer said, rubbing her hand 
down between her legs. "How about if I just suck you off? 
Do you think, in your infinite agent wisdom, that we have 
time for that?" she said a little sarcastically.

Looking back now, I really should have turned her down. 
But with one of the most beautiful women in the world, 
standing half naked in front of you (and playing with her 
cunt mind you), begging to suck your cock, it's rather 
difficult to think straight. Naturally, the only thing to 
come out of my mouth was:

"Yes, we have time. Hopefully your quick enough to make 
me come soon, although that hasn't happened in a long 
time," I said, reaching down and unbuckling my belt and 
letting my pants fall to the floor.

Jennifer promptly dropped to her knees, squealing with 
delight like a child on Christmas morning, and began to 
stroke my half-hard prick to it's full length. Cupping my 
balls with her hand, Jennifer wasted no time plunging her 
mouth around my meat, her warm and wet lips circling the 
head of my cock completely.

Her head bobbing up and down slowly on my shaft, Jennifer 
made a loud and rather embarrassing slurping noise as she 
sucked on my cock. She had obviously a lot of experience 
in sucking cock, something that didn't surprise me given 
the many different worlds of the entertainment industry 
she had conquered (the music industry was notorious in 
certain circles for making any girl act - and sometimes 
even guy acts - perform sexual favors). The feel of her 
hot Latin mouth on my member was incredible, being able 
to look down and see Jennifer's sexy face and luscious 
lips moving up and down all nine inches of my cock was 
something few men I imagine have ever seen.

And she seemed to really enjoy it - deep down, Jennifer 
had to be a cock loving slut, if for nothing else than 
the way she tackled the challenge of getting me off (and 
enjoying the taste of my meat) with the same kind of 
gusto she seemed to have when performing. She was good at 
it too, knowing the tricks and all the right spots to 
give me a lot of pleasure. 

Swirling her tongue out from underneath her lips to lick 
my balls lightly, Jennifer continued to suck and deep 
throat me. I felt the edge of my shaft touch the back of 
her mouth, slipping down into her throat. She swallowed 
hard to keep from gagging but managed to only coat my 
shaft with more saliva, making it easier for her to slurp 
away at it. Very gently, I felt Jennifer's teeth scrape 
along the length of my cock, sending a little shiver down 
my spin from the pleasure-full little pain it caused. The 
roughness felt strangely good, the warmth of her mouth 
completely enveloping my dick as she bobbed up and down 
on me.

It was strange, but the littlest thing triggered my 
orgasm - as Jennifer let the tip of my dick slip out, she 
slowly slipped the tip of her tongue into my pisshole, 
snaking it around a little as she jacked the rest of me 
off with her hand. I was in bliss now as my balls 
tightened and I felt my orgasm coming rushing out, the 
blood pumping in my ears as I lost myself in pleasure.

My cum erupted from my cock like a fountain, landing all 
over Jennifer's cheeks and nose, dripping down into the 
corner of her mouth as jet after jet continued to shoot 
forth. A trickle ran down her chin and dropped onto her 
naked breasts. Jennifer happily stuck her tongue out 
slurping up the loose cum with her tongue. Sweat 
glistened her face, especially on her forehead, where a 
small dime sized drop of cum had landed. I sighed 
contentedly, as Jennifer slowly continued to jack me off, 
milking any remaining cum out of my softening dick.

Unfortunately, we both must have been lost in our own 
world of sex, because we didn't hear the knocking on the 
door a minute or so earlier during my orgasm, nor did we 
notice when the man walked in unexpectedly, catching us 
in probably the most damning position possible.

The man of course, was Jennifer's husband Cris Judd, 
standing there slack jawed and staring at us. I'll admit 
that it was a pretty bad scene - me with my pants around 
my ankles panting from my orgasm and Jennifer kneeling on 
the floor in front of me topless with my dick in her 
hand, and her face covered in my jizz. I of course didn't 
notice this until I casually looked over to my right 
towards the door as I stood there, my face freezing in 
surprise as I noticed the buff dancer glaring at us.

Jennifer wiped some of my cum off with the back of her 
hand and then too looked over in her husband's direction. 
She froze in horror, letting my dick drop from her hand.

"Cris...it's not what..." she said, but it was too late. 
His look of shock had turned to rage and he was now 
walking very quickly towards me, a serious look of anger 
on his face.

"You mother fucker. You dirty, sleazy mother fucker!" he 
screamed at me, his fists clinched tightly by his side. I 
slowly began to back up, stumbling over my pants as I 
wriggled my feet out of them, standing there without any 
pants on but still wearing my shoes and socks. What 
happened next seemed to occur in slow motion. I watched 
as he passed where Jennifer was kneeling as she jumped up 
to stop him, only to be greeted with a backhanded slap on 
the face that sent her flying to the ground.

My back was against the wall now, but at least I could 
walk. So I did the one thing any person in that situation 
would have done: I ran.

Darting to the right of Cris as he lunged at me, I 
narrowly got my shoulder out of reach of his fingers. 
Moving quickly away as he rebalanced himself, I somehow 
managed to pick Jennifer up and drag her with me as I 
headed for the door. At first she resisted a little, 
confused by what I was doing (and I really didn't know 
WHAT the hell I was doing at that point, I guess I just 
didn't want her to get slapped again with show time in 15 
minutes.) but she managed to stumble along until she got 
her footing just as we were flying out the door.

Pulling her robe back on, I let go of Jennifer's hand, 
expecting her to stop keeping up with me. But she 
surprised me and ran harder, staying in pace with me. As 
we headed down the alleyway of the concert hall, I heard 
Jennifer's dressing room door slam open and the sound of 
heavy footsteps behind us.

It didn't occur to me until later how silly we must have 
looked - Jennifer Lopez running alongside a man with no 
pants on, his dick flopping around every which way and 
his pale white ass shining like the moon underneath the 
lights of the hallway. All the while of course, a 
deranged looking man tearing through anything and 
everything to keep up with us.

Rounding a corner, we were now directly under the arena. 
The sound of the opening band playing above us, the bass 
in the speakers, was almost deafening as the ceiling 
rattled above us. I don't know how I managed to run as 
fast I did but soon we were entering into an empty area 
of the arena, with only the occasional security guard or 
roadie walking by. This was far better than a few seconds 
earlier when we had passed through an entourage of 
dancers, all of whom stopped to stare at us, not 
believing what they saw.

Finally though, my frantic running caught up with the 
rest of my body and I almost collapsed on the floor, out 
of breath. I stopped for a moment, hiding behind a wall 
as I tried to listen for the sound of Jennifer's husband 
still chasing us over the sound of my own heartbeat 
thudding in my chest.

Jennifer too had stopped to listen but there was nothing. 
I took a quick peak out behind the cement column we were 
up against and the area was deserted and empty. Glancing 
around for a place to hide (I knew he wouldn't have given 
up that easily), I noticed that we had been leaning 
against the door of a broom closet. I almost missed it 
because the door was the same color as the wall beside 
it, the doorknob too painted a matching shade. I moved 
Jennifer out from in front of it and tried the handle. 
The door opened creakily, a blackness waiting behind it's 
rickety frame. Glancing around the area again, I pushed 
Jennifer into the room. Grabbing the placard that hung on 
the front of the door off of it, the only real indication 
that it WAS a door, I quickly stepped into the room and 
closed the door behind me softly. 

Placing the plastic marker between the frame and the door 
to keep it from being opened from the outside, I felt 
along the wall for a light switch. Flicking it, the room 
was filled with a harsh fluorescent glow. Jennifer stood 
clutching herself against the far wall of the closet, 
still catching her breath. The closet we were in was 
simply that - a closet, no more than maybe 4 feet deep 
and 3 feet wide. Various cleaning supplies and other odds 
and ends were piled on tall metal shelves that loomed 
over us in the room. The small room reeked heavily of 
sawdust, but it seemed to be the perfect place to lay low 
for a few minutes.

Jennifer and I didn't say a word as we stood there, 
listening outside. I flicked the light switch off for 
good measure and we listened some more. For a minute or 
two, I thought the coast was clear. Then however, I heard 
those same heavy footsteps come walking quickly down the 
hall, not quite running but keeping up a good jogging 
pace. They were matched by a second pair running a little 
slower than the first, but both coming from the same 
area, meaning they were jogging side by side.

"Are you sure they went down here Mr. Judd?" one of the 
voices said. The man sounded heavyset, as evident by the 
labored sound of his breathing as he kept up with 
Jennifer's very well toned husband.

"Where else could they be? They wouldn't have went far, 
they both know that Jennifer is on in just about 10 
minutes. I know she doesn't want to disappoint everyone 
out there," her husband said. The voices were very close 
now so close that I held my breath and hoped that they 
wouldn't think to stop here and check the door.

At first the footsteps kept going beyond our hiding 
place, continuing down the hall out of earshot. Suddenly 
however, I heard the squeak of the shoes stopping on the 
cement floor. Then they began approaching us again and I 
knew we were fucked.

"Hey, what about in here? Is this unlocked? Could they 
have gotten in?" Cris said. He was just outside the door 
and if he tried the handle he would find us. Very, very 
slowly so as not to make any noise, I put both of my 
hands on the inner handle and held on as tight as I 
could, pulling back so hard that it hurt my shoulders.

The other man now stood by the door and seemed to be 
considering if we really could have gotten in or not. 

"Well, that's just an old broom closet but I guess, yea, 
if you wanted to hide somewhere that would be a good 
place. I don't think it's unlocked though," the man said. 
The door handle rattled now, shaking a little as he tried 
the knob. I held firm, trying to mimic what a locked door 
would do in the complete blackness of the room.

"Nope, seems to be locked. Come on, we need to find them 
before this thing starts," the wheezy man said.

Jennifer's husband seemed a little more hesitant. "Are 
you sure they couldn't just lock it from the inside?" he 
said, his feet shuffling on the floor in front of the 
door.

"The doors inside don't have any locks on them. Fire 
hazard in case someone got stuck in there," the other man 
called, his voice distant and indicating that he had kept 
walking. "Now son, I know you are upset but there are 
plenty of other places they could be. Just come on and 
let's find them,"

Cris seemed to pause for a second but then I heard his 
footsteps slide away as he continued down the hall. I 
stood there in silence for another few seconds, my heart 
thudding loudly in my chest and sweat pouring down my 
face. Jennifer scared me half to death when she finally 
came up beside me and flicked on the light.

I jumped back, letting go of the door handle. I glanced 
down at my hands and saw that they were red from all the 
pressure I had put on them.

Jennifer stood beside me now, looking first at the door 
then at me, then back at the door then back at me. Her 
hand brushed my shoulder.

"I think we made a clean get away. You can breath now," 
she smiled. I let out an exhausted breath and hunched my 
shoulders down. Realizing now that I was half naked, I 
spied a pair of old work pants lying on one of the 
shelves and reached for it. Jennifer however blocked the 
way.

"Not just yet," she said. "That was probably the most 
erotic experience of my life. If you don't fuck me right 
now and right here in this dirty, smelly little room I 
think I'm going to die,"

Untying her robe, Jennifer let the whole thing fall to 
the floor as she stood in front of me, naked. Her hips 
were wider than they appeared in photo shoots and movies 
and her ass was indeed as full as they made it out to be. 
The hairs of her pussy were jet black, the color of her 
hair, and glistened like black sand mixed with her 
wetness. Jennifer did an un-requested little twirl, 
letting me see the fullness of her body for the first 
time as she walked closer.

"Jennifer, we can't! This is what got us here in the 
first place. Plus, you're going on in MMMPPPHH!" I 
started to say before she covered my mouth with her hand. 

"Just shut the fuck up for once Dean, and quit making 
excuses. If you fuck like you talk then I promise this 
won't happen again - I'll be too sore to keep up with 
you!" Jennifer said a little demandingly, with still a 
hint of sultry seduction in her voice. Shooting her hand 
down suddenly, she grasped my cock between her fingers 
and began to jack me off again, getting me to full size.

When she was content with the girth growing between my 
legs, Jennifer wasted no time getting started. Wrapping 
her left leg around me, I felt the tip of my dick sink 
instantly into her pussy, which was wet and inviting and 
felt oh so good.

Jennifer put her arms on the top of my shoulders and 
climbed on top of me, wrapping her other leg around my 
waist as she reared back on my dick and then thrust 
herself harder onto me. I held her now in my arms, 
supporting her off the ground my grabbing and squeezing 
her tender ass in my palms, the thickness of it an 
incredible turn on. Jennifer rode me like a rocking 
horse, moving up and down on my dick as she rode me in 
mid air. For my part, I was trying to thrust into her as 
hard as I could when she was on the down stroke, my 
complete manhood disappearing into the sticky sweetness 
of her pussy.

Jennifer's cunt was quite loose, but still managed to 
stretch all around me to give me a feeling of tight 
comfort. I was beginning to wonder if this woman was not 
put on Earth just to be a perfect lover - her body seemed 
so attuned to what every man desired and wanted that it 
was almost supernatural.

I began to feel Jennifer slipping from my arms, so I 
pushed her hard against one of the metal shelves. It 
rattled a bit as I held her in place, her legs swaying 
beside her like a stuck insect, my cock sliding in and 
out of her hole and Jennifer bit hard on her bottom lip 
to keep from moaning too loudly. Her breasts bounced 
against my chest and I couldn't help the urge to reach 
down and give her nipple a quick little pleasure bite, 
the animal instincts of this fuck over powering my 
senses. Jennifer moaned in a little bit of pain but 
mostly ecstasy as I nipped at her causing her to give her 
own little love bite on my shoulder.

We had been going at it for almost five minutes but the 
complete adrenaline rush of the run and the thrill of 
getting caught AND Jennifer's exotic body was too much. I 
slammed into Jennifer harder, causing her to orgasm on 
her own right as her juice dripped down my legs, and then 
unleashed my own seed deep inside of her sweet and 
waiting pussy.

I held Jennifer there in place for a moment as we both 
caught our breath and untangled each other before she 
stepped down to the floor. I glanced at my watch. 

"You know Jennifer, since we aren't worrying about time, 
and you aren't dressed yet..." I said a little 
mischievously. "There's something else I'd like to try."

"Let me guess. The ass," Jennifer said bluntly a look of 
mixed enthusiasm on her face.

"If you don't mind of course," I said politely with a 
smile, bowing a little. 

"Always with the ass," Jennifer muttered under her 
breath. "Ok, but you have to do it the way I like it. I 
promise you you'll enjoy it too," she said.

"Alright, lead the way," I said, moving behind her. She 
walked to the other shelf (the one we had been using 
looked a little crooked and lopsided from the rattling we 
gave it) and spread her legs wide, placing her arms high 
above her as she held tightly to the metal supports. 
"First, you have to get me lubed up. Eat me out, that 
seems to be the best way to do it," she said.

I obliged and got on my knees, pulling Jennifer's cheeks 
apart with one hand as I nestled my face inside and 
licked her asshole around, spitting and getting it as wet 
as I could. I've never enjoyed licking a woman's asshole, 
but Jennifer's wasn't too bad - besides, the reward was 
worth the cost. Using my other hand, I began to jack my 
cock back to hardness (normally I can keep it up for a 
while but the cold air of the concert hall put a damper 
on it pretty quickly).

"Unnngghhh....good. Damn Dean, you know how to eat ass, 
that's for sure," Jennifer whispered. I slid my tongue 
slowly from her ass, satisfied with the job I had done 
and gave her pussy a lick for good measure.

"Now it's my turn to make sure all your equipment, ahem, 
check's out," Jennifer said. She dropped to her knees and 
sucked my cock quickly, making sure to get it nice and 
wet since we had no lube to keep everything slick. She 
returned to her original position a moment later.

"Ok, ready," she said. I pried her ass cheeks open with 
my hand and put the head of my dick in between her ass, 
pushing the tip slowly into her opening. Jennifer's body 
relaxed a little as I passed into her sphincter and in no 
time I was inside of her ass completely.

It's tough to describe the feeling of it, the thickness 
and girth of her larger but incredibly sexy ass holding 
my dick inside of her body as I fucked in and out. The 
tightness of it was the thing I will remember the most, 
the way that Jennifer worked her anal muscles to squeeze 
and milk my cock as much as she could. With an ass like 
hers, I knew Jennifer was enjoying the sensation as well 
- it was certainly different than regular intercourse, 
but different in a good way. Just to make sure she wasn't 
short changed an orgasm, I slid two of my fingers into 
her still wet cunt and teased her clit a little.

Jennifer had hunched her back over a little and was 
thrusting her ass harder and harder against me as I 
worked in and out of her, my balls slapping against the 
folds of her pussy, the louder sound of the shaking metal 
rack filling the room.

I felt Jennifer's body tense up, her muscles squeezing so 
tightly that it almost hurt my dick as she came again for 
the second time all over my hand, her wet juices 
dribbling down my fingers and onto my wrist.

I continued to fuck her ass hard, pressing her flat 
against the shelf with each thrust. I was a machine 
almost now, rhythmically moving in and out without any 
sort of hesitation. The feeling was again something so 
incredible and tight that it defies description. I wanted 
it to last forever but knew that at that moment, as I 
felt that familiar wave of pleasure before an orgasm, 
that I was about to shoot a massive amount of cum into 
Jennifer's ass.

And I did - the orgasm was so intense that I couldn't 
even continue bucking into her, I had to just hold her 
steady by the hips as my dick shot wad after wad inside 
of her anal cavity, lining her insides with my sticky 
cum. I must have held her in that position for close to a 
minute, my orgasm still continuing all that that time 
until my prick finally began to soften and I pulled out 
from her ass.

We stood there in silence for a moment, both either naked 
or half naked and covered in sweat. I bent down and 
handed Jennifer her robe as I stepped into the oversized 
and baggy janitor pants, the elastic waistband painfully 
too small for my waist.

"NOW I think that we should get going," I said to her.

"Yeah, I think so. Showtime in two minutes," Jennifer 
said, straightening her hair. "I think it might be a good 
idea if you just left here all together tonight," 

"I was thinking the same thing. What about your husband?" 
I asked. "Is he going to come after me again?"

"Cris? No, this thing has happened before. Unfortunately 
he won't admit that he is a bit of a cuckold. But when we 
are alone, he enjoys it. Says it gets him off to see me 
with other men. Whatever - it works out for him and works 
out for me too," Jennifer said, looking into a dirty and 
cracked mirror on the wall by the door and making herself 
as presentable as possible.

"Whatever you say. I have security watching my house and 
office so if he tries anything then I will know about it. 
But if you have him in check then I won't worry. What 
about the show tonight though? You want me to tell them 
anything before I leave?" I asked, drying my hair of 
sweat with a towel that smelled like bleach.

"No, I can work it out. I only need about ten minutes to 
get changed and fix my hair. I can do the first few songs 
without any makeup and then have the wardrobe people 
apply it in shifts between costume changes," Jennifer 
said, finally looking at me. "Besides, if they complain - 
I'm a diva, I work on my own schedule," she smiled.

I chuckled at this. "That's true, although I'll admit it 
vehemently in the press," I laughed. "Ok, who is going to 
go out first?" I asked, clearing my throat and acting 
serious again.

"Better let me. I can get back to the dressing room 
pretty quickly from here. You better go the opposite way 
as me, find a side entrance out," Jennifer said, opening 
the door a crack. "Bye. Wish me luck," she said, blowing 
me a kiss as she slid outside completely and shut the 
door.

I counted to thirty and then opened the door myself, 
glancing down both sides of the hall and heading out the 
way I saw Jennifer's husband go. I hoped he wasn't down 
that way, and figured he wasn't because the show was 
about to start and he knew that the one place his wife 
would want to be was up on center stage. The hallway was 
deserted and I made a clean escape by walking out a side 
stairwell that led up to the stadium level of the 
auditorium and out into the parking lot.

The parking lot was deserted, except for a few latecomers 
to the show and a group of kids standing around a van in 
the far corner of the lot, smoking something I didn't 
think was cigarettes. I glanced around looking for my car 
in the VIP section and found it, unlocking the doors 
remotely as I neared it.

It was then that I noticed a girl step out from behind a 
street light and begin to walk towards me. When I first 
spotted her, my mind panicked a little, thinking it was 
Julie my ex-psychotic assistant. But this girl was 
smaller than Julie and much more timid. She looked unsure 
of herself as she approached me. Something about her 
struck me as familiar though.

"Are you Dean Simonds?" she said quietly. I stood in 
front of the driver's door of my car, my finger set to 
trigger the car alarm if she tried anything bizarre. The 
girl looked to be my age, her dirty blond hair slung to 
the side over her shoulder.

"Yes, I am. Can I help you miss?" I asked, still hesitant 
about her as she walked closer to me. A quick scan around 
the lot let me see that no one was there to see whatever 
was about to happen.

"Well, you see, I was wondering if...that is, I have to 
tell you that...what I'm trying to say is.." the girl 
stuttered and stammered over her words, unsure what it 
was she wanted to say.

"Yes? If you're just begging for money than all I have is 
a hundred and I'm afraid that I can't let you have 
that..." I started to say before she cut me off.

"I'm your sister." 

TO BE CONTINUED...


CHAPTER 23 - SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR
(Plus - Dean's past changes in ways he couldn't imagine)


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