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

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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 26 - Reese Witherspoon 
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)

***

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With neither of us holding the gun, Aiello began to 
circle around me like a boxer. He crouched down into a 
firm stance and began to throw a few punches at me, to 
which I did the same. I knew that any blows I landed on 
him would have to be in the face, as his hulking body 
would hardly feel a thing if I hit him in the chest. 
Aiello managed to sucker punch me in the side of my 
chest, which hurt like hell, but I managed to stay on my 
feet.

Throwing another punch, I caught him off step and hit him 
as hard as I could on the nose. His head rocked back 
violently on his massive neck and he took a step back or 
so, obviously a little dazed from the punch. I hardly 
compared to him in size, as he probably had 60 pounds or 
more on me, but my adrenaline was pumping completely now 
and I could probably hit just as hard as he.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stepped from the window cautiously, my legs shaking. 
There was no one else around so no one had seen it. I 
surveyed the room and grabbed the address book and gun 
that lay on opposite ends of the floor. Putting the gun 
in my waistband, I leafed through the address book, 
searching for the name I needed. The names inside of it 
were laid out like this - a name on the top, crossed 
through with a red pen and then a name underneath it, 
some with a phone number- the victim and the hirer.

It felt creepy knowing that all the names that had been 
crossed out were people who were dead. And judging by the 
sheer volume of them, Aiello had been busy. I leafed 
through the pages quickly, looking for my name. Towards 
the back, I finally spotted my name. It had been crossed 
through like all the others, but the name below it was 
simply a pair of initials: R.M. And there was indeed a 
phone number, which made me feel, knowing that I had not 
come up here in vain.

Closing the book, I tucked it under my arm and quickly 
left the room, turning off the overhanging light on my 
way out so as not to raise much suspicion. Heading out of 
the building, I pulled the gun from my waist and held it 
calmly down by my side, even though calmness was the 
furthest thing from my mind. The streets were still 
deserted as I headed back to my car.

Glancing over my shoulder, I could see Aiello's leg 
sticking out behind a dumpster. This was good - that 
meant no one would find him till morning and even then, 
I'd be long gone. It was strange knowing I had just 
killed a man, but if it hadn't been him it would have 
been me lying motionless on the concrete out there.

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

My original thoughts of the place being very large when I 
went inside. The main floor area was filled with the top-
of the line exercise equipment, the seats and benches and 
pads of it all - rowing machines, dumbbells, everything 
you could think of and a few that looked foreign to me - 
all shone cleanly and neatly in the light of the room. I 
walked around each piece, inspecting it as I tried to 
decide what suited me that night.

Settling on a full body Soloflex, I followed the arrows 
along the walls towards the changing room way at the end 
of the floor. Inside the locker room, things were just as 
perfect - they spared no expense in meeting their 
client's needs. Changing into the shorts and simple white 
t-shirt they had given me, I laced up a pair of sneakers 
(yes, these were provided too) and walked out towards the 
main area.

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

Here there was more facilities, including things that 
didn't seem to make sense to be on a second floor - 
racket ball courts and a full length tennis court, a 
basketball floor and four nets, two on each side of the 
court.

All seemed inviting, but I was set now on swimming so I 
walked to the pool at the far end. I passed a few other 
patrons as I went, a couple who were playing racquetball 
in the middle court and a guy hitting balls out of a 
machine on the tennis court. The pool (again, an unlikely 
thing for the second floor of any building) however was 
empty. It was a full length, Olympic sized pool that was 
set deep into the floor. It was fairly shallow, probably 
no more than three feet, and was fenced off around it's 
perimeter with an aluminum fence that kept people from 
seeing inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" I asked, 
getting up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


What choice did I have?

TO BE CONTINUED...

Chapter 27: Kirsten Dunst


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