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That's all I ask! ---------------------------------------------------------- Journal of an Agent: Chap. 27 - Kirsten Dunst By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com) *** (In the last chapter, the man hired to kill Dean is removed from the picture thanks to Dean's quick tactics, but Reese Witherspoon [after some hot sex] betrays Dean and leads him right into the hands of the mastermind behind the assassination attempt, his half-brother Jacob.) *** Jacob and his goons waited for me outside the locker room as I dressed. I pondered just making an escape through one of the gym's high windows, but besides being a few floors up, I knew that I wouldn't make it far before he found me again. With a hesitant sigh, I put on my pants and headed back out into the deserted lobby to follow Jacob out. As we passed the front desk, the girl gave me a puzzled look, but I tried to act as calmly and coolly as possible. I didn't want her to tip off the cops and put myself and other's lives in jeopardy. We exited the gym to the parking lot, where Jacob's car was waiting. The driver opened up the back door and Jacob, myself and one of the thugs that accompanied him slid into the back seat. The other rode in the passenger seat. Sandwiched between them, I resigned myself to just going along with whatever it was Jacob wanted for as long as I could, without getting hurt if I didn't have to. I had been in a lot of tight spots since taking over my father's agency, but this one had to take the cake. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what exactly Jacob wanted, and if it was something that I could give him. Despite having just taken a relaxing swim, my body felt hot and sweaty beneath the long sleeved business clothes I wore. I adjusted the collar of my shirt, trying to let some of the cool air from the air conditioner cool me off. It worked, but did absolutely nothing for my case of nerves, which was causing my knees to twitch. The car ride didn't last long, and I was surprised when we pulled into a parking garage in the middle of downtown. The car stopped in the middle and idled while Jacob and his men climbed out. I hesitated for a moment, but when the one who had been sitting next to me brandished his gun, I found my legs suddenly very mobile and active. Stepping out, I followed the three of them up two flights of stairs into an office. The office was apparently the new headquarters for Jacob's business, StarPower Representation Firm, Inc. I had seen the name earlier in the week when I met up with my twin sister Alyson, and my suspicions were now confirmed that he was, at the very least, trying to open up against me out here in Los Angeles. Quite posh, I was a little impressed inside by how well Jacob had done things up. A faint light on the receptionist's desk was the only illumination of the room, and it served to give the office a feel not unlike one I had seen done many times in movies, perhaps done the best by "The Godfather". Jacob walked briskly ahead of us, stopping in front of two wooden doors that opened up from the wall. He turned to face me. I tried to read his eyes, trying to guess what he was thinking, but all I got in return was an icy cold stare: he had inherited this from my father, just like I had I noticed, and the effects of it were rather frightening. "Jules, Vincent, you wait here. I'd like to speak to Dean in my office for a few minutes," Jacob said, his hand on the door handle. The two men now looked me over suspiciously but nodded their head to Jacob's wishes and turned their massive backs to me, taking seats in what would be the waiting room. "Dean, in here," Jacob said, throwing open the door to his office. A bright light inside flooded the main lobby I was in, and I was momentarily blinded as my eyes adjusted to this difference. Jacob walked in towards his desk and took a seat. I followed him, and that' when I got yet another surprise that night. Perched on the corner of Jacob's desk, flipping idly through a magazine, was Alyson. Her hair was slung loosely over her shoulder and she wore a pair of black leather-looking pants that stretched all the way to her ankles, not missing a single curve on her body. She also wore a matching halter-top like shirt and seemed to pay us no notice when we walked in. For a moment, I thought that this visit was more of a family reunion than anything, but my hopes were quickly dashed. As Jacob approached the desk, Alyson's face lit up. I at first thought it was for having seen me, my own vanity getting the best of my common sense, but her eyes were locked on Jacob. She stood from the desk and he embraced her in his arms, giving her a very deep and long kiss, which she eagerly returned. "Hey baby," she said as they broke their lock. Alyson seemed to notice me now, giving me a look of puzzled wonder as she saw me stand there in the office, stopped in my tracks after seeing their embrace. Jacob now turned to look at me and smiled, responding to my jaw dropping shock. "What's the matter Dean? You've never seen two people kiss before?" he said with a slight cackle. Alyson smiled and took her seat back on the desk, holding the magazine in her lap. "No, it's just well...what the hell is going on here?" I asked, trying to get my head around everything that I had seen in the past two hours or so. "Ah, yes. You mean Katherine, or perhaps as you know her better 'Alyson'," Jacob said, now moving behind his desk to sit down. I stood in front of both of them, despite a chair on each side of me. It was better I thought to stand, just in case things got hairy. "Don't look so shocked Dean," Katherine/Alyson said. "I mean, sure you fell for the oldest trick in the book but that doesn't mean you have to be so amazed by it," "You see Dean," Jacob said. "When we first met up all those months ago in New York, I noticed something about you. I noticed your flaw, some might even call it a weakness, for women. You were enraptured by them, unable to control yourself. And so that's when I saw my opportunity to come in. You see, in the world of business, distractions are never a good thing. They lead to sloppy management and less profits," Jacob was referring to our rendezvous in which we had both had pretty wild sex with Jennifer Aniston and Lisa Kudrow inside of one of NYC's most prestigious restaurant booths. "Yes, but this is my business and that shouldn't be any of your concern, especially since we live on opposite sides of the country," I said, my voice feeling thick in my throat. "But it is you see. Shooting Stars isn't just YOUR business you know. If you had bothered to re-read the will that our father left when he died, you would see that he left the company and all his assets to his surviving heirs. Notice that I pluralize 'heir' because, even though you and I are only half brothers, I am still the son of Martin Simonds just like you. That entitles me to at least half the profits and earnings of everything that he left. And you haven't been exactly breaking down my door to offer up my fair share," Jacob said. "So you thought you'd kill me and just take it all for yourself, is that it?" I asked. I was getting very angry now, but I clenched my fists tightly to maintain my composure. "Dean, come on. You have to give me more credit than that. Killing you sounds so low and vile. Besides, what good is money to me if I'm in jail? No, it had to look like an accident. And it would have BEEN an accident if you hadn't managed to fucking swim out of your car," Jacob replied. Katherine/Alyson had moved to his lap now and was running her hands through his hair. The sight made me sick to my stomach. "Well I'm sorry if I cramped your plans, but I'm not exactly looking to die anytime soon, as you can probably imagine," I said. "Yes, I can see that. If you were, we wouldn't be having this conversation now," Jacob said. "And see, even if you were not dead, that didn't really matter to me. All I needed to have happen was for you to be taken out of the picture long enough to get all of dad's assets transferred to my name. That paltry sum I was living off of out in New York was nice, but when I saw everything that you had, I naturally wanted more. The paperwork was all ready too for me to have it, but then you had to pop your head up again with first Alyson Hannigan and then Reese Witherspoon at the gym. That was a big mistake, anyone could see that, but again your lust for women got the best of you. And now it will be your downfall," he said, pouring himself a drink from a cabinet on the side of his desk. "So with me out of the picture, you would just come in and take over the stable of talent that took our father decades to compile? What makes you think that they would even want to work with you, considering how suspicious it would look if I just disappeared?" "That's none of your concern really, but I already have spoken with a sizeable number of them and they don't seem to have a problem changing teams, if you will," Jacob said, sipping his drink. "People like Reese. How many do you have Jacob? How many were willing to stab me in the back for more money?" I asked. I thought back to all the affairs I had in the past year with some of Hollywood's most attractive stars, pondering over each and every detail to try and get a decent guess on who the suspects who sold me out might have been. "Again, that's none of your concern. I could throw out numbers like 1/2 your clients, 2/3 of your clients, it wouldn't really matter, especially to you. Your days with working with them are over," he said. "And the name change?" I asked. Jacob smiled coyishly. "Well, I had a few business ideas that I know can improve things. It's time to take representation into the new millennium," I was very angry about the whole situation now, but I needed more information before I decided how to act. I pressed on with my questions. "It all makes sense now, except for one part. I know now who was trying to kill me and why, and even how you managed to find me after you thought I was dead and bring me here. But one thing is bothering me - how does SHE figure into all this?" I said, pointing at Katherine/Alyson from across the desk. "Katherine? Dean Dean Dean, by now I thought you might have figured that out. I knew that you were susceptible to women, but I couldn't get any of your stars to go all the way and sell you out to me. So I recruited Katherine here. She was just a struggling actress, but with a little bit of makeup, I managed to turn her into a close enough guess of what your twin would look like. The rest was just acting on her part, something I found to be quite good and incredibly erotic," he said, kissing her. "And the baby picture you showed me?" I asked. "It's amazing what you can do with computers these days, isn't it? Especially when you are talking about a picture of a baby, almost all of which usually look the same," Katherine said now with a smile. "Well then, you had it all figured out didn't you Jacob? Everything went according to plan, and I doubt I could have done it better myself," I said to them. "Except of course, for your one problem," "What problem would that be?" Jacob asked, a little tired from the whole conversation, simply humoring me now. "I'm still alive," "Yes, you are. But that's not a problem. After I saw how you managed to cheat death over and over again, I decided that a more practical approach was needed. A more professional way of handling things, if you will," Jacob said. "That would be?" I said. "Going the business route. Simply put, you will sign a contract relinquishing all your assets to me or I will ruin you financially, socially and personally. There are things far worse than death in this world you know," Jacob said coldly now, leaning across the desk to stare at me with his eyes. I matched his gaze, but part of me was worried about what he had meant. I asked him. Jacob's gaze softened. "Ah, so you've brought me to my favorite part of this whole meeting. Katherine, if you please," Katherine jumped from his lap excitedly and walked across the room to a table. Grabbing a remote control, she pushed a button and a television screen across the way glided down slowly. "I call this 'Dean Simonds: The Best Of'", Jacob said with an excited laugh. I turned to face the screen. Within a few seconds, a grainy, black and white video appeared on screen. It showed two people having sex. I couldn't make out the location, but it looked familiar...wait, that was Jessica Alba's apartment! The video showed a man bending the woman over a counter top and fucking the woman hard in the ass. I grimaced a little as I realized it was me and Jessica Alba. The bastard had a surveillance system in her house! Just as quickly as it appeared, the video jumped to a different scene. This one too showed two people having sex, only this time the woman was on her knees between the man's legs. I didn't have to watch for a split second to see that it was Sarah Michelle Gellar sucking on my cock. The video played out for a few more seconds, as Jacob cackled "Look, here's one of my favorite parts!" The tape now showed me standing up and spraying Sarah's face with my cum, something that had only happened a few weeks earlier. I remembered that vividly and I'm sure Sarah would too should she ever see this. I began to feel queasy to my stomach as the tape continued to jump from scene to scene: me fucking Penelope Cruz on my desk at work, Lucy Liu and Zhang Ziyi kissing each other deeply as I lay on the ground next to them. The scenes continued to go on and on and I knew that just the few minutes I had seen were hardly the end of the tape. However, the scene that almost brought me to tears was of Natalie Portman and me, in one of the bedrooms of my house. It played like a soft core porn, Natalie stripping slowly as I caressed her body. We stood naked in front of each other but then suddenly, Katherine hit STOP on the player and the screen went blank. I knew now that if they had Natalie and me on tape, even if Natalie had not been involved in the process of selling me out, I was truly and royally fucked. My mouth was dry and Jacob grinned at me from across the desk, his Cheshire Cat smile making my stomach turn even more circles than it had been during the playing of the video. "And that's just a snippet Dean. We have over 5 hours of footage, all just begging for an audience to be shown to," Jacob said, still grinning. "What do you want me to do," I said softly, my head hung down. "I want you to sign the firm, the house, all your earnings, everything to me and my new business: StarPower Representation Firm. Don't worry, I won't leave you so broke that you have to panhandle on the street forever, but you might have enough money left to buy a one bedroom studio out here in a few months," Jacob said. The sick fuck was truly enjoying himself, and this made me hate him more. I wasn't ready to give up totally yet though. "What if I don't sign? Who is going to believe that that's me and all those women on that tape, especially coming from a man who I will readily admit to a judge tried to blackmail me," Jacob seemed annoyed by the question. "It doesn't matter who believes me or not. All I have to do is either a) send this video to Entertainment Tonight, Extra, Access Hollywood, etc, b) put it online and sell it or even c) send it to the police. I'm sure that some jurisdictions might frown on the sodomy that the tape clearly shows. Plus, what I showed you had no sound. We have everything on tape, in full THX quality audio glory," Jacob said. I thought for a moment. "That might be a risk I'm willing to take. How long do I have before I have to sign?" "I'm a good businessman, which is sadly more than I can say for you. I'll give you one business day. That's approximately 24 hours from now to make up your mind," Jacob said. "Shall I come here with my decision?" I asked. "No, we will find you. It's obviously not that hard," Jacob said with a laugh. He pushed a button on the intercom on his desk. "Vince, Jules will you two come escort Mr. Simonds from the premises and take him back to his car?" A moment later the two men re-entered the room. They stood beside my chair, seemingly BEGGING me to try something so they had an excuse to rough me up. But I went quietly. "I can walk by myself, thank you," I said, standing up. I headed out of the office. "See you tomorrow Dean," Katherine said, blowing me a kiss. I arrived back at my car a few minutes later and sat in the drivers seat for a few minutes. Where was I going to go? Who could I talk to? What was I going to do? Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I started up the car and drove back to the office, robotically following the routine of driving. The sun was just coming up now and it shone brightly off the roofs of the Los Angeles skyline. It was a new day in California, and yet for me it seemed like the last week had never ended. Going back into my office, I walked in and shut the door. Taking off my tie and shoes, I collapsed on my sofa and rubbed my eyes. I felt more self-conscious now, looking around the office as I tried to find the camera that Jacob had planted, but it was to no avail. Today was Sunday so I knew that the office would be closed. Laying my head down on the back of the couch, I tried to focus on the problem at hand, trying to come up with something to do. In my exhaustion however, I fell into a deep sleep. I awoke what felt like days later, my neck sore from the angle in which I laid on the couch and my right leg below the knee tingling with numbness from having laid on it too long. I opened my eyes and shot up with a start, finding myself in my own office unnerving me for a moment. My head pounded from exhaustion, but I felt a little better since I slept. I glanced at my watch and noticed that it was already 5 in the afternoon. Only 13 hours left before I had to make a decision. I walked to my refrigerator and got a bottle of water. Leaning over the sink, I poured the water on my head to try and wake up some more. It did the trick and I shuddered as I felt a cool trickle run down my neck. It was then that I heard the knocking at the front door. At first I wrote it off to being just my throbbing head, over worked brain and simply worn out body, but then I noticed that it was someone tapping on the glass of the door with what sounded like a key. I made my way to the door, passing through the security gate that we use to keep homeless people and desperate fans/out of work actors from just barging right in and creating a scene. The glass to the front door was frosted so I tried to make out who it was. It was definitely a woman, fairly short it appeared like. I had no idea who could be knocking on the door here on a Sunday afternoon, especially with the place appearing as deserted as it was. I opened the door a crack and kept the night lock on, leaving just enough room for me to look out and see who it was. The person stepped back from the door a little so that I could open it. It was Kirsten Dunst, dressed in an amazingly provocative manner. She wore a tight black mini-skirt that hugged her hips and barely went down to her mid calf, a pair of matching black boots and what appeared to be a sleeveless, see-through blouse. Her hair was pulled back behind her head and she had a little black purse draped over one arm, her car keys in the other. She looked just as startled to see me as I was to find her outside my door. "Kirsten, hi. What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice a little croaky from the nap I had taken. "Hi Dean. I'm here for our meeting, remember?" she said, moving to come into the door. I didn't move. "What meeting?" I asked, puzzled. It wasn't out of character for me to forget a meeting but I knew that Damon, my personal assistant, didn't schedule any for me on the weekends. At least not normally. "The meeting today we were having. To talk about my career and get to know each other better, that sort of thing. Did you forget?" Kirsten asked. She had always been one of those celebrities that I had talked to briefly at parties and events, but had never had her as a client. Only recently her contract with her old firm had expired so when she was available for representation again, I swooped in and added her to our roster. Although, with everything that had happened, part of me wondered whether that had been wise or not. "I guess I must have. I don't normally schedule meetings for Sundays but I guess this was an exception," I replied. "Sunday?!?" Kirsten looked shocked. She fiddled in her purse and pulled out a day-planner. "Fuck! It is Sunday! Damn it, I thought today was MONDAY!" she said, angry at herself. "No, I'm pretty sure it's Sunday," I said, a little bemused by her mess up. "Yeah, your right it is Sunday. I'm sorry, I caught a red eye flight last night and I guess I somehow thought that it was Monday. Geez, I feel so stupid," Kirsten said, kicking the step of the door with her foot. "Don't worry about it, everyone makes mistakes. But didn't it seem a little odd that no one was here?" I said, trying to make light of her mistake. She smiled and laughed to herself, the amazing brightness and warmth of her young smile almost making me weak in the knees. Kirsten was truly a beautiful young woman and I knew that she would go on to do many great things in her life. "Well, I figured that when the meeting was scheduled that it would be one of those 'special' Dean Simonds meetings I kept hearing about. That's why I dressed like...oh man, now I feel even more ridiculous," she said, suddenly uncomfortable in the way she looked. "A special...oh, I know what you mean. Well, there isn't a meeting today and there might not be one tomorrow. I'll have Damon call you tomorrow and let you know," I said. If we are still around, I thought to myself. "That's fine. Well, can I at least come in? It's really hot out here," Kirsten said. I debated internally for a moment. "No, I think it's best that you don't," "Why not?" Kirsten asked, looking a little insulted. "It's just that, well, there's some stuff going on and..." I said, trailing off. "And what?" she said angrily now. I realized that she wasn't going to go away easily. "And, well I'm not sure if I can trust you," "Not trust me with what? Dean, what the hell are you talking about?" Kirsten asked. "It's a long story and," I said. My manners got the best of me and I decided that whatever had been done so far in terms of being stabbed in the back by clients had already been done, there wasn't much else I could do. "Well, just come in I guess. I don't think it could hurt," I unlatched the door and Kirsten came in, standing next to me. The aroma of her perfume mixed with the light glow of sweat that dotted her forehead, creating a very attractive and womanly scent. I walked back towards my office, past the rows of empty desks of secretaries and errand people and everyone else who helped make the agency work. Kirsten followed me into the office, taking a seat on the couch. She looked uncomfortable in her skirt, crossing and re-crossing her legs to get comfortable. "So why don't you trust me?" Kirsten asked. I sat down at my desk and considered how best to handle this. If she was really on the side of Jacob, I knew she would play coy. Of course, if she was clueless then my behavior would almost certainly seem erratic. "Tell me something," I said. "Have you ever spoken to my half-brother Jacob?" I watched her reaction, trying to see if she was lying or not or if she knew that she had been caught spying. But to my amazement, she gave me a very puzzled look. "Who? No, I have no idea who you are talking about. I didn't even know you had a half-brother," Kirsten said. She was now studying me, probably trying to figure out if I had gone insane. My appearance certainly would dictate it - my clothes were rumpled and dirty, my hair was sticking out in all sorts of weird angles and I hadn't shaved in at least three days, as that was the last time I could remember. "So then you don't know anything about StarPower or anything like that?" I said, my voice icy as I interrogated her. As each second went by, I began to realize that Kirsten was innocent in this whole thing, suddenly thrust into the situation with no inkling as to how complex it really was. "No, I don't. Would you mind telling me what the hell this is all about though? You're starting to sound like one of those paranoid people on the streets who scream about the end of the world coming, and I have to tell you that being questioned like this doesn't really make me feel comfortable being one of your clients. I sighed and rubbed my hand through my hair. "Ok, I'm sorry. It's just that these last few days have been incredibly stressful and tiring and I have no idea what's going on in my life. Your the first person I've talked to about this and I wasn't even sure if I could trust you," I said. "Well, would you mind telling me why you don't think you can trust me? Start at the beginning, maybe I can help," Kirsten said, suddenly intrigued by the situation at hand. I proceeded to explain to Kirsten the entire situation from the start, dating back to my visit to New York to see Jacob to just a few hours earlier when I was given my ultimatum. She listened intently the entire time, not saying more than "Uh-huh" or "Oh no!" to my various tales. It felt better to get all of it off my chest, although I felt guilty somewhat bringing in an innocent bystander into the mess that I had made. When I was through, we sat in silence for a moment as Kirsten dissected everything. "Well, I don't want to see you go out of business or hand things over to Jacob. I don't think that, judging from the way you described him, he would be a very good manager out here in Hollywood. Quite frankly, he seems like he'd be a spoiled brat," Kirsten said. "Do you have any idea what your decision will be? This will rock not just the entertainment world but the news world in general, becoming the hottest story to hit Hollywood since Fatty Arbuckle. Would he really go through with it?" "I think so. I'm not even sure that if I did sign everything over to him he still wouldn't go after me in some way. Regardless, I'm glad that I can trust you with all this and it's nice to get another opinion. I thought I was going to go crazy," I said. "Don't mention it. Besides, it's not every day that you get a chance to define the course of Hollywood history," Kirsten said, smiling. "Yeah. If only I knew what to do," I replied with a heavy sigh. Kirsten smiled at me and arched her eyebrows devilishly. "I think I have an idea," I knew when they had arrived by the sound at the door. It was a soft clicking, the sound of a credit card or some other kind of device being worked in to allow them access to the door. I laid on the couch in my office, listening to them. Kirsten, naked, lay on top of me and feigned sleep I knew she was listening just as intently. The door to my office was slightly ajar and I heard it swing open as I closed my eyes suddenly as well, lowering the speed of my breathing as I too pretended like I was asleep. Through my shut eyes, I could hear the sound of two people enter the room, their large feet probably tracking mud onto my $300 a foot carpet. They hovered over us, the breathing from their noses coming like a soft whistle. I heard one crack his knuckles. Suddenly, I was lifted off of the couch by two hands, the action so sudden that it felt like gravity itself had failed to exist. I felt Kirsten slip off of me and land on the couch with a thud, crying out as she was startled. I opened my eyes now and found myself face to face with the guy that Jacob had called Jules. His eyes were locked onto mine as he held me up by my shoulders, my pants dangling beneath me in a heap. I glanced over to Kirsten and saw that the other one, Vince, held her by the waist by his side. Kirsten kicked her legs wildly behind her, her smooth ass jiggling softly as she tried to clutch a sheet to her chest. "Time's up Simonds, time to go see the boss," Jules barked at me, causing me to return my eyes to his face. His breath reeked of cheeseburgers and cigarettes, a foul smell that made my nose cringe. "But, I still have," I tried to say, but my head was rocked back as I was punched hard in the face. I felt my nose bend and then become wet, probably broken as Jules threw me onto the couch. "You don't have shit. Now get dressed so that I don't have to drag your punk ass to the car," Jules said, wiping my blood off of his hand onto a nearby towel. I put on my pants and saw that Kirsten was still thrashing to get down as Vince rubbed his hand over her ass, slapping it playfully. "Hey Jules, check this shit out. Smooth as a baby's ass," he said, laughing. "What I wouldn't give to stick my cock into her," he said, licking his lips. Kirsten had managed to turn around in his arms and was now beating his massive chest with her small fists. "Put me down! Dean help me!" Kirsten cried, tears welling in her eyes. I stood up from the couch, my pants buckled, but Jules shoved me back down. "Sit your ass there. You move when I tell you to move," he glared at me. He turned to Vince "Put her down man. We can't fuck with the bosses merchandise, but we can take her with us," Jules said. Vince followed orders and set Kirsten down. Sobbing a little, she gathered up her clothes and began to put them on, turning away from us. Vince couldn't resist one more little spanking of her ass and the sound cracked loudly through the office as Kirsten yelped in surprise, turning around to stare at him. Vince just laughed and pretended to be innocent, his hands in his pockets as he whistled. Kirsten continued glaring at him but finished getting dressed and sat back down on the couch next to me. "Now, I hate to interrupt you two love birds but you have two choices here. You can go with us willingly on your own feet to see Mr. Jacob, or you can go there with us carrying you. Trust me when I say that if we have to carry you, you'll have to be carried for the rest of your short lives. So I'd pick option one," said Jules with a little bit of sadistic glee in his voice. I wiped the blood from my nose which had thankfully stopped bleeding. Kirsten looked at me, her wide blue doe eyes conveying fear and the feeling of being upset. "We'll go willingly. I have a few things I want to say and I need to be able to think straight if I'm going to say them," I said. "Good. Now get your asses up and follow Vince there out to the car," Jules said. He fell in behind us as we walked to the car. The ride seemed much shorter this time as Kirsten clutched my arm tightly, looking around nervously as she watched buildings and other cars go by. * We arrived at the same office, only there were more people on the floor. It was just a regular office building and, being on the 8th floor, Jacob's rented space required us taking the elevator to the top. Business people passed us as we walked into the revolving door, past the two security guards (who eyed Kirsten hungrily) and to said elevators. Vince & Jules walked near us but not too close so as not to raise suspicion. A few people seemed to give puzzled looks at Kirsten, knowing they had seen her somewhere but not quite sure where. The overhead chime dinged for our floor and we stepped out. The place was still under construction, with workmen walking around building wall space. The only place that actually looked finished on the whole floor, now that I had seen it in the light, was Jacob's office. Our two escorts walked to the door leading into his office and then stopped, opening it for us but Jules stopped outside the door while Vince followed us in. Jacob was sitting at his desk, watching television. He clicked off the set as we walked in. "Dean, so glad to see you again. And look, you brought a friend," Jacob said, smiling at Kirsten. Kirsten smiled weakly back at him but lingered semi-close to me. "Where did she come from?" Jacob asked Vince. "We found them sleeping together on the couch. I had to wake him up a little," Vince said, pointing to my nose. "To get them to come with us," "Well, whatever was needed, I trust your judgment Vince. That will be all now, thank you," Jacob said, shooing Vince out the door. He nodded and then pulled it shut quietly behind him. "So Dean, I see you have Ms. Dunst here. I don't like involving outside people, but since she is going to be part of the firm now any ways, I don't see what it can hurt. That is, if you are going to sign the papers I assume," Jacob said, getting right down to business. "Dean, what is he talking about?" Kirsten said, giving me a look of worry. "It's ok Kirsten, I'm signing over the company to Jacob here, my half brother. He's going to run things from now on," I said, trying to sound excited, not to mention convincing. "So you're abandoning us? What an ass!" Kirsten said, standing up to leave. "The hell with this, I'm going back to my old firm," With that, Kirsten walked towards the door. Jacob called after her from at his desk. "Ms. Dunst, I don't think that's in your best interest right now. The two men on the other side of the door have been told to hurt anyone who walks out before I tell them to. Famous or not, they don't care," he said coolly. Kirsten stopped in mid-step and seemed to ponder the decision, returning back behind her seat. Jacob gestured for her to sit down. "Please, have a seat. Besides the fact that you are still my brother here's client for another, oh five minutes, you are still under contract to him and soon to be me. And you don't break that contract with out a judge's approval," Jacob said. Kirsten, looking upset, sat down. She bit nervously on the nail of her thumb. "I don't want to be under contract with you, but going to court is going to make me look like a total bitch," Kirsten said. "Isn't there any way I can get out of it?" With that, Jacob laughed loudly, a deep and throaty laugh that shook the walls of the office. I stayed still in my chair and watched the scene. "Well, if I learned one thing from my womanizing brother over there, it's that you always want to keep the stars happy. Why don't you come over here and look under my desk, I think that there might be a way out of your contract under there," he said. I shot him an evil glare, which he simply returned with a vengeful smile. Kirsten, having been in Hollywood long enough to know the rules, did as she was asked and walked towards Jacob. He rolled back in his chair and let her crawl down onto her knees in front of him, her whole body disappearing underneath the desk. "You see Dean, even though I despise you and everything that you did when you let your dick think for the company and MY inheritance, I have to respect your taste in women. Very nice, very classy. I'm sure they will all bring me in lots more money, once a select few of them like Ms. Dunst here learn to respect the taste of ME," Jacob said. I heard a zipper unzipping and Jacob reclined back in his chair. "You aren't any better than me. You are worse than me. I did everything straight over the table and fair. I did it all without having to resort to dirty tricks and traps to get what I wanted. I did it the fair way, the way our father would have wanted," I said. Jacob roared in laughter. "Our father? Our father was a womanizing, dirty old man who chased pussy till he died. The only thing straight about him was the straightness of his dick, and even that left him when he got old," Jacob said. "Now sign the damn papers and let me enjoy this in peace. I kind of like you being in here while I get this, I like turning you into a cuckold in front of your own clientele," He slid a stack of papers across the desk to me. I gave a heavy sigh and pulled a pen from the desk as I began to scan them quickly, putting X's and signatures wherever needed. "Yes, it's too bad it had to come to this, blackmail and all. If you had only cut me in on the business from the start, I wouldn't be putting you in this situation. But, you left me no choice," Jacob said. I could hear Kirsten slurping away on his cock, her head bobbing up and down gently underneath the desk, causing it to rock a little on it's legs. I finished signing the documents and handed them back over to him. "Thank you, I'll finally things in just a moment," Jacob said. He moved his hand underneath the desk and I saw him ball his fists up as he grabbed a handful of her hair in each hand, pulling her head up and down faster and faster on his cock. Kirsten grunted a little, not enjoying the rough treatment but having no choice otherwise. "Oh yeah, here it comes baby! Open wide!" Jacob yelled loudly as his orgasm hit. Kirsten's mouth was still on his prick when it exploded with cum and I could tell from her squeaking and my limited viewpoint that he filled her mouth with quite a load of jizz. Jacob relaxed more in the chair now as Kirsten stayed pinned underneath the desk. "Much better. Now, let's make sure you signed everything so that it's nice and legal," Jacob said as Kirsten scrambled out from under his legs, her mouth still full of his cum. Jacob's happy demeanor quickly faded as he looked down at the documents with a scowl. He looked up at me angrily. "You didn't sign anything. You simply wrote FUCK YOU in each and every spot on this, didn't you?" he asked, his voice rising in anger. "That's right," I said with a smile. "I gave you a chance and you spit it back in my face. Jules! Vince!" Jacob called towards the door for his goons. "Actually," I said quickly, grabbing the documents from off the desk and tearing them in half one by one quickly "Kirsten is the one who spit back in your face," "What?" was all Jacob could say before Kirsten, having stood up on her feet again, spit her mouthful of Jacob's cum back onto his own face. Jacob recoiled in shock. "Shit! What the fuck?" At that moment, Jules and Vince burst into the room. Seeing the situation, they walked quickly towards me. I took one step back but held my ground, reaching into my jacket pocket. "Wait just a second there fellas," I said. They seemed to pause, if only momentarily. But it was long enough for me to get what I wanted out: a tape recorder. Holding it out at their eye level, making sure that Jacob could see it as well, I pushed rewind and then play. "Yes, it's too bad it had to come to this, blackmail and all. If you had only cut me in on the business from the start, I wouldn't be putting you in this situation," the recording said, Jacob's voice from only a few moments earlier. The two guards paused and looked at Jacob on what to do - they may have been hired muscle but they knew when their employer was in a predicament. Jacob had just finished wiping the cum from his face and glared at me and Kirsten, who had come to stand beside me. "You're going to blackmail me after I blackmailed you? That's not going to work Dean, two wrongs don't make a right. Even you should know that," Jacob said. "No, they don't. But even though I might go to jail for sodomy, once this tape and the video I just made," I said, pointing to Kirsten's shirt. She pulled it back a little to reveal a small-lensed camera resting on the inside of her blouse. "Gets out, no matter how much jail time I serve, it won't matter to you in the slightest because the feds will be crawling al over you," "And what if I had Jules and Vince here simply remove the devices from you?" Jacob said, regaining some of his composure. "Doesn't matter. Thanks to the miracle of wireless technology, I archived both the audio and the video on a computer at a location you don't know about. And having a digital copy, I can send crisp and clear versions to whomever I want," I said. Jacob, realizing he was now the one in the jam, began to back peddle. "What will it take for me to get you to destroy those tapes and all copies, digital or otherwise, that you've made?" "Well, you could let Kirsten and I walk out of here unharmed by our own free will, with no escorts. Then we can talk about getting the tape into your hands," I said. "Oh, and give me all the copies here in your office of the tape that you have of me, that would be nice too," "You've got to be shitting me. What makes you think I'd give them to you?" Jacob replied. "Because you don't have any options. Your tape, from what I've seen, is fuzzy and difficult to tell who it is. I have something far more incriminating on you. So really, you don't have much choices here," Jacob reached into his drawer, with me watching him warily. He pulled out two copies of the video cassette and handed them to me. "This isn't finished yet," "Oh, but it is. Now if you'll excuse us, we will be going now," I said and Kirsten and I headed towards the door. Jules and Vince made a blocking motion in front of us, but Jacob said "Let them go," and they parted. We passed them and were quickly back on the elevator, heading out. Neither Kirsten nor I said anything until we were in the cab, heading back to my house. "I can't believe we pulled that off," I remarked. "It just goes to show you what people will do when they are in tight spots, and it felt nice to turn the tables on him," "I know. I'm trembling with excitement. I didn't want to give him a blowjob like that, I hate giving those sorts of things to people I can't stand, but the situation warranted it I guess. How did I do in there?" Kirsten said. "You were perfect. And quite the actress I might add, you're show of fear and uneasiness was great. If I was the Academy, I'd certainly give you an Oscar for your performance," I said, pulling Kirsten tight to me in a hug. "I'll keep that in mind. Now that unconventional women like Halle Berry have won, maybe there is a shot for someone young like me in the future. With my career in your hands, anything is possible," Kirsten said, laying her head on my shoulder. * The cab pulled to the entrance of my house and I paid the driver, making sure to give him a good tip for taking us all the way out of the city. Kirsten followed me inside and we set the tapes down on the kitchen counter. "Would you care for something to drink?" I asked, going to the fridge to get myself something. "Sure, I'd love a bottle of water or a soda or something. Anything to get the taste of his cum out of my mouth. Yech!" Kirsten said. We both laughed and headed into the den of my house, sitting down on the couch. "So was it really you on the tape that he had? You having sex with all those women?" Kirsten asked. "I'm afraid so. I wasn't lying about it being blurry but these days, it doesn't matter. With the tabloids, you're guilty no matter what," I said with a sigh. "Why do you think you sleep with so many women in Hollywood?" Kirsten asked, scooting closer to me on the couch. "Well, contrary to what Jacob said it's not that I can't control it. I mean, yes I'm surrounded by beautiful people all the time but it's all reciprocated. I don't know what is going on in the minds of all of the women in Hollywood that I've fucked...err, made love to, 23 now by my count. They might be doing it for a power thing, for someway of feeling like they have an edge on me. Some of them though I think are just horny and like the idea of a no-strings attached fling," I said. "And what about the ones you have been involved with, Alyssa Milano and Natalie Portman? Has it always been something serious?" Kirsten asked, sipping her soda. "Alyssa was just an experiment really, to see if I could really sustain a relationship with someone of her fame. Natalie, well...that just sort of evolved out of the situation I guess. We have an agreement of seeing other people since we both live so far apart but when we are together, it's something special," I said. "Would you say what we went through today and yesterday was on the level of what happened with you and Natalie. If you don't mind me asking of course," Kirsten said. "Yes, it was very similar. And I think that in both cases, having the beauty and youth of a young woman by me throughout each ordeal helped me get through it," Kirsten blushed and looked at the floor. "You called me beautiful. All I'm used to hearing from the public and from other people in the industry is that I'm 'cute' or 'adorable' or 'hot'. I have never really heard someone call me beautiful before," she said. "Well it's true. You have a very classic type of beauty, one that I don't think will leave you in life. You are gifted and I know that you will go on to great things, with or without me as your agent," I said. "Thanks Dean," Kirsten said. There was an uncomfortable pause for a moment. "You know, I felt very safe throughout that situation with you being there beside me. Even when we were pretending to be asleep, it felt nice having your body pressed that close to mine. Do you think...I mean, I know you've been through a lot and all, but would you ever consider..." she said, trailing off. "Making love to you?" I asked, taking her hand in my own. Her fingers were small and petite, just like the rest of her body. Kirsten was obviously embarrassed by the situation. "Yeah..." "Of course. If you really want to of course," I said, pulling her closer to me and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "I do," she whispered. I didn't say anything, only nodded as I stood from the couch and bent down to pick her up in my arms. I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. I had been exhausted from the last few days, but my heart thudded in my chest as I slowly removed my shirt and pants, standing only in my boxer shorts. The thought of being with Kirsten seemed to excite me, to revitalize my energy and I felt like, having defeated Jacob, I could take on anything. Kirsten lay on the bed with her arms behind her head and watched me undress and kick off my shoes, her own blouse open a little at the bottom, revealing her smooth, firm tummy. I climbed onto the bed next to her and lowered my mouth to her lips, kissing them gently. Kirsten returned the kiss softly as I slid my arms up next to her own. I stood over her like that as we explored each other's mouths sensually, taking the time to familiarize ourselves with each other's bodies and scents. When the kiss finally broke, neither of us really wanted it to end but we knew that we would need to take it to the next phase. Still standing over her, I put my hands by Kirsten's small, B cup breasts and rubbed them softly through her shirt. Then I began to methodically unbutton her blouse, taking one button at a time as our eyes stayed locked on one another. Kirsten sighed a little as I finished with the last button and slowly opened her blouse. She wore a white lace push up bra, obviously worn to try and accentuate her breasts for her believed encounter the day before. I slid my hand behind her back and undid the clasp of the bra, using both hands now to lift it from her body. Kirsten's breasts were a great size, just large enough to cup in your hand. Her nipples were hard in the air of the room and the obvious sexual energy that permeated from each of us. The areolas were small and tan with the rest of her body, which brought a smile to my face as I realized that Kirsten preferred to tan topless. I imagined her lying naked next to a pool somewhere, the hot California sun beating down on her chest as her lithe body was bronzed like that of a goddess, her skin flawless and without imperfection. Her blouse lay open by her sides as she watched me run my hand between her two breasts lightly, tracing a finger first around one nipple and then the other as I moved down to her belly. Bending my head, I planted a series of small kisses on her tummy as my mouth moved slowly to the top of the mini-skirt she still wore. Putting my hands behind her tight, firm ass, I squeezed her cheeks lightly and returned my hands to the front of the material, hooking my thumbs on the edge of the skirt. Kirsten lifted her ass off the bed just enough to allow me to begin to slide the skirt down her womanly hips. Her body was beginning to develop a light sheen of sweat and her breathing became more shallow as the skirt passed from her hips down to her calves and finally her knees. Kirsten kicked the skirt off a little and now wore only a pair of black, thong style panties that barely covered her tiny pussy. Kirsten lifted herself off the bed a little and now shrugged off the blouse that had been encumbering her arms as she relaxed again on the bed. I used one hand to rub and massage her left breast while the other grabbed the very thin and flimsy material of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her honey coated snatch. She was very aroused I could tell, because the pleasant scent of her womanhood wafted out from between her slightly parted cunnie lips. She had shaven most of the pubic hair around her pussy, leaving only a lone patch only an inch or so above her entrance. I moved my hand from her breast and down through this feather soft hair as Kirsten instinctively parted her legs for me ever so slightly. Naked completely now, Kirsten's long legs splayed out on the bed, inviting me to simply pounce on her and penetrate her to her deepest. But I controlled myself and focused instead on pleasing Kirsten first; after all, I owed her my livelihood. I moved my mouth down between her legs and began to lightly kiss the inside of her thighs as I made my way up to her outer pussy lips. They looked so beautiful and inviting to me, yet another gorgeous Hollywood woman who had offered herself to me. All that had almost been lost, but for now I was where I - and Kirsten - wanted us to be. I traced a finger up to her box and slowly slid the tip inside, feeling her moistness. I pulled it out and saw that she had already become quite wet just from the exoticness of the situation. I licked my finger of her juice, the first of many tastings of her I would do that day, I thought to myself. Positioning my mouth now squarely in front of her cunt, I slowly slid my tongue out and got a direct taste of the mixture of her juices and her body itself on my tongue, relishing the feeling as it hit my taste buds. Using one hand, I parted her inner lips and worked my tongue further into her pussy, searching for her clit. Kirsten moaned in approval as I continued my quest, moving my tongue gently around inside of her, giving soft, cat-like licks to each and every area I could find. I felt Kirsten's hand brush my head lightly, a sign of encouragement that I was on the right track. Licking a bit faster now, I managed to find her clit at the very head of her entrance. It was small and barely noticeable, similar to the size of her nipples. But it was very aroused and seemed to be begging for me to lick it. The tip of my tongue brushed across it lightly and this sent shockwaves through Kirsten's body, the pent up sexual tension causing her to orgasm for the first time. A flood of her juices came out of her hole and into my mouth, a pungent and sweet taste that was not unpleasant in the slightest. Having found her clit, it was easy now to focus on it and make sure that her first orgasm would not be her last. Kirsten's breathing became more and more ragged now as I licked furiously at it, moving the slight little knob back and forth along my tongue. For good measure, I slipped a finger inside next to my tongue and began to move it in and out at a steady pace, fucking her with it as I licked her cunt. Kirsten began to thrash around more violently now, shuddering occasionally and moaning "Uggnnhh!" and "Don't stop that!" between breaths, the loud cries of her pleasure rocked body filling the house and echoing off the walls. The bottom of my mouth was now buried deep inside her pussy, my nostrils rubbing against her crinkly soft pubic hair as I licked with no abandon. It became a little difficult to breath as Kirsten locked her legs tightly around my head, but they were easy to push off of me in between her orgasmic shudders. Kirsten gave one final cry, her whole body trembling like an earthquake, and she orgasmed once more, her pussy now sopping wet with juices and my saliva. I lifted my head from in between her legs and sat up on the bed next to her. Kirsten had her eyes closed tightly, still catching her breath, her breasts jiggling slightly as her chest heaved. "Thank you Dean, that was amazing and just what I needed," Kirsten said. I smiled in returned and said nothing. Now it was Kirsten's turn to continue things as she sat up on the bed next to me. She embraced me in a kiss, her warm body pressing against my naked chest, her breasts flattened against me and the heat radiating from her legs brushing against my groin. Kirsten broke the kiss and then began to lick around my mouth, cleaning off her own juices from my face. "MMmm...I always wondered what I tasted like," she giggled. I kissed her again and it didn't take too much more before she was ready to go once more. I felt the urgency in her need to continue as her hands pulled down hard at my boxer shorts, trying to free my erect member from it's confines. I got up on my knees and Kirsten wasted no time simply yanking them off. She was quite assertive in what she wanted sexually, and yet her touch and feel was not like that of other sex hungry women I had slept with. With my cock now free, Kirsten pushed me back onto the bed and climbed between my legs. But rather than going directly for my cock, she lifted it up a little to give her better access to my balls and down the thin strip of skin leading to my asshole. Kirsten traced her tongue up and down this area from bottom to top and when she reached my bloated and sperm filled balls, took my sack into her mouth (as much as she could fit) and sucked gently on my nuts, moving them around inside their casing with her tongue. Her mouth was warm and hot and oh so amazing as I felt her warm breath on my balls, feeling the sucking motion she paid to each one of them and the soft slurping sound that came from the corners of her mouth. Kirsten released my balls after a moment and began to snake her way up and around the base of my shaft, moving up all nine inches to the head. She squeezed the tip gently, bringing forth a drop of pre-cum, which she snagged on her finger and licked clean, returning her amazing mouth to the head of my cock. Taking it between her lips, she sucked on it hard, creating an unbelievable feeling. But just as quickly as she had paid attention to it, she dropped her whole mouth down to the base of the shaft, taking in all of my meat in her throat. Kirsten was obviously no stranger to giving a blow job and I wondered how many she had given as she grew from childhood to the beautiful creature she was today in Hollywood. Bobbing her head up and down now, Kirsten was doing her hardest to get me off - and it seemed to be working. I felt my balls tighten up beneath the nimble fingers she had been using to massage and squeeze them as I unloaded jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. I felt it smack the back of her throat as she closed her mouth tightly around my shaft, making sure none leaked out. My orgasm subsided and Kirsten slowly lifted her mouth from my prick and lifted her head up to me so that our eyes met. Opening her mouth just enough so that I could see the cum in it, she closed her lips together and swallowed the entire thing as I sat there watching, amazed. "Any man who calls me beautiful doesn't deserve to have his cum spit out," Kirsten grinned. She returned her mouth to my cock and licked the moisture from it, cleaning it. When she was satisfied, she began to work her hand up and down my shaft, getting me hard again within a few solid strokes. Ready to go again, Kirsten climbed over me and started to settle herself like she would climb onto my cock. But I again had other ideas. Scooting out from under her, Kirsten frowned playfully as I moved behind her. Grasping her breasts in my hands, I squeezed them gently as I made sure that she could feel my cock pressing between her ass cheeks. I began to thrust slowly between them, rubbing my shaft against her slit as I moved up and down. Kirsten just sighed contentedly and let me have my way with her. She wasn't expecting it when I pushed the tip of my cock inside of her still wet and waiting hole, but she wasn't exactly complaining either! The inside of her pussy was soft and moist, like the way her mouth had been. I didn't want to penetrate her fully, so I turned her around on the bed so that her body was facing me and laid her down, missionary style, in front of me. With more leverage now, I placed the head of my prick directly in her waiting hole and used my arms to work myself into her. Kirsten was tight - not a virgin, but very tight - as I felt my shaft pass deeper and deeper inside of her, the ridges of her inner pussy wall rubbing softly against my cock until I had bottomed out completely in her. I held myself in her like that for a moment and Kirsten lay completely still, both of us relishing the feeling. I then started to saw myself in and out of her box, entering and leaving her with each stroke, the tip of my cock bringing on more pleasure for her as I rubbed the engorged head of my dick against her clit with each entry motion. Kirsten's body seemed to be begging for me to give it harder to her and when I felt her hands move onto my ass to guide my motions in and out of her, I knew that was exactly what she wanted. I buried myself in her once again, but instead only left two or three inches out as I began to piston in and out of her pussy much faster than before, rocking the bed beneath us on it's legs as I worked up a solid sweat pounding her sweet, tight cunt. Kirsten's breathing had turned into one long moan of ecstasy and I felt her cum for the third time that night, her body weak and trembling beneath me as I hammered away. With each stroke, the tip of my prick brushed deep inside of her against her cervix, my dick like a fiery hot piece of steel as it embedded itself deep inside of her. Kirsten, not satisfied with the simple position I had begun in, wrapped her legs tightly around my knees now, squeezing on them tightly as she tried to force more and more of my cock inside of her pussy. Her toes brushed against my balls and for whatever reason, the feeling of them against my nuts caused my orgasm to build. I felt it coming and gave Kirsten one last very hard thrust, enough to send us scooting further down the bed against the headboard as I shot my wad inside of her. Ribbon after ribbon of hot, sticky cum filled her pussy as I released my load, coating the inside of her love tunnel with my spunk. I continued to buck my hips until there was nothing left and I felt myself going soft. Panting and exhausted, I pulled myself out of Kirsten and rolled off of her, laying next to her on the bed. We both lay catching our breath for a moment and Kirsten scooted up next to me. I held her in my arms as the weight of the last few days and the exhaustion, plus the knowledge that things were back to normal now, finally allowed me to pass into a deep and peaceful sleep. * I awoke a few hours later to the sound of thunder outside the open blinds of my bedroom window. Kirsten lay peacefully next to me, her hair splayed out softly all around me, smooth and soft and reflecting what little light remained in the room now that night had fallen. I slid out from beside her and walked to close the window. I hadn't remembered a storm approaching on the weather, but then again I had other things on my mind these last few days. It was kicking up really good out there, wind shaking the trees violently in and around my yard and rain beating like rocks against the window. I turned back to the bed and saw Kirsten had awoken. She was watching me at the window, her hair rumpled sexily from having slept, a small clump of it covering by her eye. She had pulled the sheet up to her body, although I could still she her petite frame beneath the sheer fabric of the cover. "Morning. Or should I say, night," Kirsten said, smiling. I walked over to the bed and kissed her. "I'm going to go fix some food, do you want some?" I asked. "No, I really need to get back to my hotel. I fly out of here tomorrow," Kirsten said. "In this weather?" I asked. "You must be nuts!" "I don't have much choice," Kirsten said, kissing me quickly on the lips again. "My plane leaves pretty early and with rush hour traffic, I'd never make it if I left tomorrow. But I do appreciate your concern," Kirsten climbed out of bed and began to get dressed, sliding on her skirt and buttoning her blouse but leaving her bra and panties on the floor. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I said jokingly. Kirsten turned to look. "No, you can keep those. Add them to your collection," she said. "Thanks. Here, at least let me walk you out to the garage. You can take one of my cars and I'll just go get it from the hotel you're at tomorrow," I said. I grabbed a key ring from by the kitchen door as we walked outside towards the garage. I pushed the button and it groaned to life, a river of water sliding down it's edge to land with a quiet drizzle on the concrete of the garage. "Thank you for everything Kirsten. Without you, I don't think I'd be alive, let alone still in business," I said to her as I gave her a hug, wrapping my hands around her thin waist. She kissed me, an electric kiss that was only broken when a huge flash of lightning and the immediate thunder cracked outside, scaring us both. "It's the least I can do. Remember, you get me a better cut of each film than anyone else in town," she said. "But most of all, that's what friends do," I watched her climb into my green Lexus and start it up, backing slowly out of the garage into the mess of the storm. I walked to the garage entrance and stood, watching her go. She couldn't help but to roll down the window and wave to me, even in the bad weather. I waved back and she drove off, her taillights disappearing in the storm of the evening. I walked back into the garage and shut the door, heading back into the house. Suddenly, from upstairs, there was a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking. Immediately following it was the crack of thunder and I groaned to myself as I went upstairs to check what happened. Probably a tree limb through the window - what else could go wrong in this past week? As I made my way up, I could hear the wind howling in through the broken glass. The window had broken in my fathers study, the one room in the house that I had left the way it was since moving in. The sole window in it faced out to the main drive and the street and gave a fantastic view of the whole property, as the window was positioned directly in the middle of the mansion. Nearing the room now, which lay at the end of the hall, I noticed that the door to the room was open. That was very odd because I kept it closed in some sort of remembrance of the way my father had last left it. I took another step forward towards the door and jumped back two more steps as I saw a figure emerge through the door and stop directly in front of me in the hallway. His hair and entire body were drenched in water from the storm and he had his head bent forward slightly so that all I could see were his eyes. He wore all black, including a pair of shiny black gloves. But what he wore wasn't what concerned me. It was what he held that was far more threatening - a hunting knife, it's sheared edges gleaming in the brightly flashing lightning that came from the study. He was breathing hard, but I knew right away who it was. "Hello Dean," the figure said. "Hello Jacob. Came to finish this?" I said, taking another slow step back. He nodded and grinned maniacally and then without any further hesitation, he lunged at me. TO BE CONTINUED... Chapter 28: Neve Campbell Thanks for reading! Send me feedback at: carnagejackson@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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