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That's all I ask! ---------------------------------------------------------- Journal of an Agent: Chap. 29 - Cameron Diaz By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com) *** "Come on asshole, didn't you see me trying to get over?" I yelled at the car in front of me, banging my hand on the steering wheel in frustration. I was stuck in rush hour traffic and the car in front of me - some soccer mom who obviously didn't belong on the Los Angeles freeway - decided that it was acceptable to cut me off in order to gain a measly one car length on me. Settling back in my seat with a frustrated grunt, this was not how I wanted to start my day. I sat idly in my car, listening to the morning DJ prattle on about God knows what. I had been stuck here for two hours now and though rush hour was nothing new to me, it was still a pain in the ass to have someone cut you off when every little inch you moved forward counted. My mind wandered as I watched the cars on the other side of the freeway zoom along, heading out of the city rather than being like us fools and going into it. I was startled back to attention by my cell phone ringing. "Hello?" I said into it. The reception out here was horrible and I was greeted by a bunch of static. Finally though, a voice came through. "Dean! I'm so glad I caught you! It's Cameron," the voice said. I recognized it immediately, the girlish tone of her voice unmistakable. It was Cameron Diaz and, since the clock on my car now read 9:03, that meant I was officially at work with dealing with the Hollywood talent, traffic jam be damned. "Hi Cameron, what can I do for you?" I asked, still glaring angrily at the van in front of me. "Well you see Dean, I've been a bad girl," Cameron said in her most innocent sounding voice. Great, she wanted to play games. Well, I didn't have much choice so I played along. "What did you do Cameron?" I said, talking to her in the most saccharine voice I could muster, coming across sounding like I was talking to a small child. "Last night, I got into some trouble. Namely, I ran three red straight red lights and was doing 140 in a 45 mph zone," Cameron said, her voice uneasy as she admitted her guilt. "And the thing is, I didn't have my wallet with me or anything. You see, I had just come from a club and had been drinking a little and..." she said, but I cut her off. "Jesus! You realize you were going almost 100 miles over the speed limit?" I said, more shocked than anything. At least she was alive - better for her to be in legal trouble than laying in a morgue somewhere, that's for sure. Cameron brought in some pretty sizeable contributions to Shooting Stars, even in spite of the fact that she had yet to carry a picture by herself successfully. "Yes Dean, the officer already explained that to me. Now, as I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted, I was drinking a little and the officer who pulled me over wanted my ID. After trying to sweet talk him a bit, it was no use and I dug around in my car trying to find it. The only thing was, I didn't have it with me. I must have left it at the club, I think. Last night was a bit of a blur. Any ways, when I didn't have the wallet the officer told me he had no choice but to bring me into the station, considering I had been drinking and was probably a serious threat to myself and the rest of the road. So, needless to say, I , Cameron Diaz have now spent the night in the Los Angeles Police Department station #5251 and I'm more than ready to get the fuck out of here," she said, finally pausing to take a breath. "Ok, so then pay your bail and get out of there," I said, rubbing my eyes already at what was going to prove to be a long day, I could tell. "I don't have my wallet! Weren't you listening to what I said? I need you to come here and prove that I'm who I say I am and get me out of here!" Cameron said impatiently. Normally she was a pretty level headed, down to earth girl but right now the star mentality had taken over and she was trying to pull her clout on me. It wasn't going to work. "Alright Cameron, where are you at?" I asked. I heard her muffle the phone for a second while she asked a cop directions on getting to the station. She repeated them to me and I jotted them down in my Palm Pilot. "Christ, that's on the other side of town," I said. "I'm stuck in mid-morning traffic, you're going to have to wait for a little while Cameron," "But Deeeeaaaannn!!! I don't want to wait here any longer, I want to get away from this shit hole," Cameron whined, definitely one of her less endearing qualities. "I'll be there as soon as I can," I told her. "Just sit tight and uhh...don't make eye contact with anyone," I hung up the phone before she could complain some more and called Damon at the office. "Yo Dean, what's up?" he said. "Damon, listen. I'm stuck here in traffic. I know you're jamming on that paperwork right now, but could you find a news station and tell me the best way to get out of this mess? I have to go bail Cameron Diaz out of jail," I said. Damon laughed. "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously. Call me back when you have a fair idea. I'm right off of the Santa Monica expressway, mile marker 173," I said. I hung up and waited, sighing to myself at the joys that lay ahead for today. * 45 minutes later, Damon finally called me back. "Sorry Dean, the morning show had a couple of guests on and I had to wait till they left for the traffic report again. Where are you at now?" he asked. "I'm at mile marker 175, having moved 2 miles since you last talked to me," I sighed. "Ok, good. Get in the right hand lane and about three miles up the road there is an off ramp. Get off there and turn around, take a right at exit #259 and you should be able to bypass all that," he said. "Good man Damon, thanks," I said. I suddenly remembered Cameron. "I'll be into the office in a few hours, I need to go help Cameron out or else she will be majorly pissed." "I know, she called here first. She sounded very upset. Gotta do some damage control on her ego I guess?" Damon asked, laughing. His joke made me feel better - damage control was a running joke between the two of us for when a star threw a hissy fit for not getting what they want. "Yes, damage control to the max. I'll see you in a while," I said, hanging up again. * I finally arrived at the police station around 11:00AM, which thankfully was just early enough to avoid the lunch time crowd. Walking into the station, I could feel the cops giving me a leery eye. My suit looked expensive, my shoes were some of the finest leather available and the tie I was wearing probably cost a third of their weekly paycheck. And in spite of the fact that I had the utmost respect for law enforcement in this country, I still felt like I was being judged. "Hi, I'm here to post bail for someone that you are holding?" I said to the secretarial officer at the front desk. "Sign this," she said, handing me a form without even bothering to look up. "Don't you need to know her name?" I asked, a little baffled by the complete lack of effort on her part. "Honey, I took one look at you and I knew exactly who you were here for. Just sign the form, we will take care of the rest," she said. I proceeded to fill it out and then handed it to her a moment later. She took a quick glance and then rose from her chair. "Wait right there," she said as she walked down a long linoleum hallway and disappeared out of sight. I stood there for a moment, looking around at how my tax dollars were being spent. The squad room had three other cops in it - two of which were having a heated discussion over a cup of coffee and some donuts while the third sat at a desk, listening to the radio frequency and coordinating officers in the field. He looked bored beyond comprehension. The first officer emerged from the hallway a few minutes later, with Cameron in tow. She held Cameron by the crook of her elbow like a child, something that Cameron appeared to be none too pleased with. It was obvious that Cameron really had been at a club the night before. The outfit she wore - a pair of bright pink of shiny pink plastic hot pants did little to cover most of lower body. Her tanned and graceful legs walked steadily down the hall, her medium sized chest held loosely by a tight white spaghetti top. Cameron's blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail behind her head and her face, even though it looked like she had been through hell the previous night, nevertheless shone brightly with a smile when she saw me. "Hi Dean," she called as she was led to a seat near the female officer's station, forced to sit down while I spoke with the officer. "Alright, bail comes to $500 even. Check or credit card?" the woman asked. I pulled out the company credit card and gave it to her. She took it and swiped it through her machine and a moment later a receipt was printing up next to her. "Sign this receipt and you're all done. Luckily we decided not to press charges on Ms. Diaz, but she will be served a rather sizeable ticket within a week or so. If she fails to pay it, she'll be seeing us again, only then it won't be nearly as cordial or effortless as this time," the officer said. "Trust me, she will pay it," I said to her, shooting Cameron a look that let her know that she couldn't use her celebrity to get out of this. I felt like a father figure, getting her out like this. Cameron didn't look at me, but was instead focused intently on the floor in front of her. I signed the paper and handed it back to the officer and Cameron walked to me, giving me a tremendous hug. "Thanks Dean, I owe you so much. Now can we leave this hell hole?" Cameron asked, her deep blue eyes locked on my own in a pleading for relief from the nightmare she had gotten into. "Just one more thing officer," I said to the woman at the desk as Cameron shifted her weight on her feet impatiently behind me. "Where can we pick up her car? I doubt very much that she was allowed to drive here on her own free will," "Here, this is the address of the towing company that we use. They impounded it last night but you'll have to settle up the fees with them when you get there," the cop said, handing me a business card for Hollywood & Vine Towing. "Thanks," I said and Cameron and I were out the door. Climbing into my car, Cameron suddenly became very apologetic. "I know I ruined your morning Dean and I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I could have easily been killed or killed someone else last night. But I think once you see my car you might understand why I was trying to get it up as fast as it would go," she said as I headed back on the freeway. Luckily Hollywood & Vine Towing wasn't too far away from the office - maybe I could salvage this morning after all and get into the office and have a semi normal day. Then again, I had noticed that when it came to celebrities, nothing ever worked out according to plan. Cameron and I talked a little bit and it was obvious that she was a little uncomfortable being stuck in her clubbing clothes out here in the middle of the day. She kept fidgeting with the pants especially, trying to pull them down further along her long, tanned legs, the plastic making squeaking sounds as she moved around on my leather seats. Cutting in through the city, we managed to get to the towing place in just about 45 minutes, which meant that I would only be 4 hours late getting back into work if the towing company didn't hassle us too much. Despite the illustrious sounding name, Hollywood & Vine Towing was not what I expected it to be. A small lot, not even half the size of any of the car dealerships that you found in the more affluent part of town, the office for the place looked dingy and rundown, having seen many tenants over the years. Wrecked and shattered cars strewn the lot like beached whales, their owners having long forgotten about them. We pulled in and parked but Cameron seemed hesitant to get out. "Dean, I can't go in there. I know that once they recognize me they will drive the towing price way up, just to get more out of us," Cameron said. "Us? Cameron, you are paying for this yourself," I said. "Me then. They will try to rip ME off. You know that Dean, so why don't you just go in there and handle it?" Cameron asked, correcting herself. "Well, first of all I don't even know what kind of car it is," I said incredulously. I was tempted to just yank Cameron out of the car and make her be held accountable for what she had done, but I was paid to get stars out of jams like this so my more rational mode of thinking took over. "It's a jet black Porsche 911. It's a 2002," Cameron said. She fished into her tight pants, looking for the keys. "Shit, I guess they took the keys when they brought me in," "Alright, fine. I'll go in and see what I can do," I said to her with a sigh. I stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance, glancing back to see Cameron nervously watching me, hoping a star of her caliber wouldn't be spotted in a place like this. Stepping inside, the office was sweltering hot and reeked of unknown car fluids. The walls were yellowish from the countless amount of cigarettes that had been smoked through the years and I felt like I needed a shower just by stepping into the office. Walking up to the fake wood counter, I glanced over it to see a young girl, probably no older than 15, listening to a CD player as she read a book. There was a bell on the counter and I rang it, as the girl had not seen me walk in. She was startled by the loud chime of the dirty bell and looked up, sliding her headphones off. "Help you?" she said, popping a bubble in the gum in her mouth. "Yes, I need to get a car out that you towed here last night," I said to her. The girl rose from her chair and walked over to the wall behind her, looking in a metal filing cabinet for a folder with last night's tows. "What model?" she asked, leafing through the folder in her hands. I could still hear the rap music playing loudly through her head phones. "It's a uh...Porsche 911. 2002 model. Black," I said, uneasy at having to confess to having such a nice car held at this place. The girl found the form she was looking for and pulled it from the folder, the keys taped on with a fingerprint smudged piece of scotch tape. "Oh, so YOU'RE the fast driver that got yanked by the pigs last night," she said, smiling at me. Her teeth were crooked but her smile still carried some of that innocent child like glee that only the young, untarnished by the world can exhibit. I thought for a moment about spilling my guts, saying it was Cameron's car and maybe offering an autograph for a lower rate. But then I thought about what Cameron said and thought better of it. In this town, there was a level of bourgeoisie hatred for the rich and the famous and Cameron was probably right about the billing structure. "Yeah, that was me. I drank a little too much and got pulled over. But I'm out now and I'd like my car please," I said, my face now sweating from the staleness of the office. "Ok, chill out dude. What, do you have some big investment meeting to go to or something?" the girl said, angry at my demands to leave. "No young lady, as a matter of fact I'm self-employed and just need a vehicle. I've had a long week and I just want to go home," I said, apologetically. Sometimes sucking up my pride was the best way to get things done, even if it meant admitting being wrong. The girl handed me the keys and a form to pay. I pulled out my credit card and paid the towing bill - $250 - and turned to leave. "Take a left when you walk out the door, and give Fernando your bill. He'll clear it out so that you can drive away," the girl said as I stood in the doorway, the barred glass open halfway between the fresh air outside and the un-circulated stench of the office. "Thanks," I said. "Hey mister, one more thing. You said you are self- employed...what do you...do exactly?" the girl asked. Her tough-with-the-customers attitude was gone now and she seemed like a kid again, just looking to find a better job than the one she had now. "I'm an agent. I represent stars," I said, realizing as soon as the words left my mouth that she would inevitably ask more questions. I saw her eyes go wide with amazement. "Wow, really? Anyone I would have heard of?" the girl asked, coming around the counter now to talk to me. "Yes, I'm sure you have. But listen, I have to go. My office number is on the paperwork, call me if you need a job and maybe I can set you up with something. But bring lots of references," I said, feeling a little guilty at leading this girl, whom I really didn't have a job for, on. "You mean it? Wow, thanks sir! I'll call next week and try to come in, if that's ok," she said. "Great. Now I really must be going," I said, darting out of the office. I hustled around back and gave the receipt to a Hispanic man who was working on a beat up old Ford truck as I approached. "You Fernando?" I asked. "Si. You need your car?" he asked, his voice heavy with a Spanish accent. I imagine that his English was very limited, knowing just enough to get by. And yet, he smiled and seemed eager to help me as I gave him the bill and he backed up a few cars so that I could drive out to the main entrance. Pulling up next to my car, I was surprised to see the teenage girl standing next to the driver's window, talking to Cameron. As I walked around to them, I thought that Cameron would be annoyed at being hassled by the girl, but it was quite the opposite - both were joking and laughing at some joke whose punch line I had missed. The girl turned to face me. "Wow Mr. Simonds, you weren't kidding! You're job must be soooo cool and soooo easy," she said with girlish glee. Cameron was watching our exchange with a smirk, knowing that the life of an agent was neither easy nor really that cool. "Some days it's not as great as it sounds," I said, handing Cameron the keys to her car. "It's all yours Cameron," "Thanks. So Dean, are you really going to give Ashley here a job? She seems like a nice girl," Cameron said, stepping out of the car and standing next to the girl. I hated being put on the spot like that so I said that yes, we might be able to find some kind of part-time work for her. Ashley giggled in excitement but broke away from us when the sound of a phone ringing in the office drifted out through the still open office door. "Oops, I better get that. It was nice meeting you Ms. Diaz, and let me just say I loved The Sweetest Thing," Ashley said, bounding back to the building. "See you later!" Cameron stood laughing a little bit but I wasn't too amused at her antics. "Didn't want to deal with them huh?" I said to her. "Well, she seemed nice enough. Besides, if you can't hire her I could always use someone to tidy up my house on the weekends. Good help is hard to find you know," Cameron said, walking towards her car. "Yeah, you're right. And by the way Cameron, that is a really nice car and I think I can understand, though I still don't approve of, what you did last night," I said. Cameron laughed. "You should see how this thing handles on a straight away road. It could take any car you have any day," she said. I laughed a little too at the challenge. "Oh, is that so?" "Yep. Say, why don't we get together when you get done at the office today, say maybe midnight tonight or so, and I can really show you what it can do. I'll even race you against whatever you can bring against me," Cameron said. "Isn't that what got you in trouble, and netted me a $750 dollar bill on my credit card, in the first place?" I asked. "Yes, but I know a road that's isolated and where the cops don't care about street racing. It's just outside of the valley, I go there every now and then with some of my friends. Are you man enough to take me on?" Cameron said, enjoying the competitiveness of the proposed race. "Oh, I'm more than man enough," I said, accepting her challenge. "Midnight you say?" "Yeah. I'll swing by your office then with a check to pay you back and then you can follow me out. How does that sound?" Cameron said. There was something strangely alluring about racing a fast car against a beautiful woman. I couldn't resist. "Excellent, I'll see you then," I said, getting into my car. "But just be ready, you better be a better driver than I think you are or I'll leave you in the dust. Remember, I grew up in New York, one of the most dangerous places to drive," "We'll see," Cameron said, walking over to her car. Her tiny, firm ass shone in the plastic pants in the mid- afternoon sunlight. She looked like a model, carried herself like a female comedian but acted like a normal, every day girl. I watched her drive out and then followed her for a block, the loud techno music blaring out of her open windows as I turned onto the freeway and left her, heading back to the office. When I arrived there, I recounted to Damon the exploits of the morning, even mentioning the young girl who seemed to want a job so desperately. "Do you think you could find something for her to do?" I asked him, sitting on the corner of his desk. "I think so. One of the girls just quit, her boyfriend knocked her up. I say we give her a chance and see how it goes. The worst that could happen would be that we fire her and she goes back to her everyday, normal job," Damon said. I nodded and walked away into my office. The day went by quicker than I thought, with the phone staying relatively quiet and the paperwork I had been dreading actually being much lighter than I had originally thought. As 11:00 that night rolled around, I even had a chance to read through a month's worth of Variety, re-immersing myself in the industry and the box office takes. I was happy to see that "Spiderman", Kirsten Dunst's first wide audience film had shattered records, if only briefly before "Star Wars" and Natalie Portman's film opened. I twinged a little at the thought of having broken up with Natalie and wondered where she would go now for management. I was sure she would land on her feet somewhere, and didn't feel quite as bad since I had renegotiated her deal for all the "Star Wars" merchandise royalties she would get just a few months before. I heard Cameron's horn about 11:45 or so and walked outside to meet her. The same CD I had heard earlier in the day was still blaring from her car stereo but she had obviously gone home and cleaned herself up, as she leaned against the sleek metallic frame of the vehicle. Her blond hair now framed her face loosely, a few strands dangling into her eyes as was the style currently in Hollywood. She wore a pair of black leather pants that seemed to glisten just as brightly in the dim light of the parking lot as her car. Her top had changed also now, a sleeveless blouse thing that clung to her narrow frame beautifully. She grinned as she waited for me to lock up the office and set the security alarm. "You ready to race?" she said, walking towards me. Handing me the money that she owed me, I pocketed it and nodded, climbing into my car. She got halfway in and then turned to yell at me. "Try to keep up on the way there, ok?" she said with a wide grin, that same beautiful smile that had aroused so many men since they first saw her in "The Mask". I just shook my head and climbed in and before I had even started the ignition, Cameron was off. Hustling to catch up to her, it wasn't until two stoplights later (both of which, I was glad to see, she obeyed) that I pulled up behind her. I had taken out the company BMW Roadster, as I didn't have time to go home and get something faster. Nevertheless, I doubted that when push came to shove that the race would be long enough for her higher performance car to really smoke me. We drove along the mostly empty freeway, Cameron being a little playful as we drove, trying to lose me in traffic. The most distance she managed to get on me though was a couple car lengths, but even that was closed up by the time I saw her get off the exit and onto a state road out in the middle of nowhere. We drove up and down a series of hills for about 15 minutes, the sleekness and finesse of our cars dancing with each other in the light of the full moon overhead. The road was pretty well maintained for a state road, something that surprised me given that a lot of the more rural parts of the Valley were pretty much abandoned by the state's work crews. As we drove along, I saw numerous tire marks on the road, and even a few shattered pieces of fiberglass and metal. We were obviously not the first people to try and race down such an empty road. Cameron slammed on her breaks in front of me and cut to the right sharply, heading up an embankment. I barely had enough time to keep from slamming into the back of her but managed to keep up after a slight squealing of my tires. We drove over the grassy knoll and down a hill to a totally empty street a few hundred feet below. As I drew closer, I saw that the road was as perfectly straight as one would ever expect a road to be, and seemed to stretch on for miles in both directions, it's start and end invisible to me in shadows of the valley hills. We continued down the hill as Cameron eased her car into the middle of one of the lanes. I followed her, sliding up next to her in the other lane. The road ahead looked pitch black dark, the hills of the valley and the trees surrounding it blocking out any light that might have come through from any neighboring cities. Cameron shut her car off and stepped out. "Well, here we are. Nothing but straight black top for the next two miles. I come here every now and then when I'm looking for a thrill...racing always gets me worked up, gets my energy flowing," Cameron said, dangling her keys against her slim hips. "What about cops? We don't want a repeat of last night, especially if I get caught. There wouldn't be anyone to bail you out," I said sarcastically. "Nope. The local jurisdiction turns the other way for this sort of thing. You should see it in the fall. People come from all over the world to race this street. The cops won't shut it down because all those racers have to stay somewhere and it's good for the local town economies," Cameron said. "And tonight?" I asked. "We should be okay. The only thing to watch out for is a car coming at you head on. But you should be able to see them coming and get out of the way in time, hopefully," Cameron said. "Now, you want to hear the rules?" "You have rules for this?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "I guess I might as well since I drove all the way out here," "Ok, it's simple. When we start, which will be a synched up stop watch for each of us," she said, tossing me the watch, whose face glowed in the dark. "It's a two mile shot straight down the road. Their isn't a finish line, but there is a big oak tree on your side of the road. I'm talking MASSIVE. It's branches hang over the road and you'll be able to see it. First one past that, wins. If we tie, you'll just have to be fast on your stop watch and hit it the second that you pass the tree. It's a gentleman's bet more or less so we will just have to trust one another," Cameron finished. "Sounds good. Actually, too good. Like you've done this all before. But I have to ask, what are we playing for? You can't have a race like this and not expect for me to ask for something in return," I said, grinning. "The rush you get from racing should be enough for anyone," Cameron said with a heavy sigh. "But I GUESS if you want to wager something, let's say that if I win you tear up my check and eat the cost of last night," "What do I get if I win?" I asked. "You can keep the check and maybe I'll even throw in a congratulatory kiss," Cameron said slyly. "A kiss? You want me to risk my life for a kiss?" I responded in unbelieving jest. "Well, maybe a little something more. Ok, enough talk...let's get to it!" she said. We both returned to our cars and I rolled down the driver's window to talk to her. Cameron held up her stop watched and started her vehicle. Over the roar of the engine coming to life she shouted. "Push the middle button on the watch. See how it says 12:14?" "Yes!" I yelled back. "When it hits 12:16, we go. And trust me, they are set the EXACT same in time," Cameron said. "I'll see you at the finish line!" She rolled up her window and I did the same, starting my car. I glanced over at Cameron but the windows of her Porsche were too hard to see into. All I could make out was her slender frame, hunched over the steering wheel ready to go. Placing the stop watch on the dashboard securely, I watched the seconds tick by. 12:15 17 seconds... Cameron revved her engine and flipped on her brights. I made sure my seat belt was buckled and continued to watch the clock. 12:15 29 seconds... I slowly put the tip of my toe on the gas while the other foot held down the break. I had a full tank so I was more than ready to haul ass. My car was bright red during the daytime but looked like a maroon demon as the moon light over head reflected off the hood, bathing each and every curve and contour of the pristine vehicle in a pale light. 12:15 52 seconds... I got set and took a deep breath, ready to start. 55... 56... 57... 58... 59... 12:16! GO!!! I jammed down hard on the accelerator, causing my back wheels to spin slightly. But it was only for a moment, as less than a second later I was shot forward on the road, barely able to maintain control. Cameron, being more experienced with racing her car, had no trouble getting going and was quickly putting some distance between me and her. I glanced down at the speedometer as it raced from 45 mph to 60 to 75 to 85 to 100. When it hit 100, the world outside seemed to blur and I felt the car shake some. This was a fine tuned machine, well suited for top speeds on the Autobahn or somewhere else, but it was also a couple years old and I had never floored it like this. Maintaining control, I finally pulled close to Cameron as the trees outside in the pitch black dark of the road zoomed by. I continued to accelerate and almost overtook Cameron when I saw the oak tree she was speaking up straight ahead, and coming at me quickly now. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck from the excitement as I did everything I could to catch up to her. We pulled even for what felt like forever but could only be a split second, and then she tapped some unknown part of her vehicle that I hadn't anticipated and pulled ahead of me just enough for me to realize, as I zoomed under the oak tree, that I had lost. Letting up on the gas, I was in for an unwelcome surprise - the road curved almost immediately after the finish line and I was set to crash into the side of the hill if I didn't stop and NOW! I slammed on the brake and tried to wrestle control of the car back from the grip of the speed it had hit, the wheel suddenly feeling heavy as my pace slowed at an agonizing rate. I jerked as hard as I could on the wheel and felt the car start to go into a spin, the sites all around me moving in a circle. I could hear the squealing of the rubber on my tires outside as I slowed down but the hill continued to come faster and faster at me. All of this happened within a second, although it felt like forever. Finally, as I was just about to brace myself for a quick and hopefully painless death, the car rocked on it's wheels and stopped. My body was so tense, my heart racing wildly in my chest and sweat now pouring down my face that I couldn't even move for a second. My knuckles were white as I caught my breath, holding onto the steering wheel like some kind of life preserver. My leg ached from pressing down on the brake so hard, but it was only when Cameron walked to my car and tapped on the window that I came back to reality and realized how tense I was. It was a scary feeling, knowing I could have crashed, but I could most certainly see the thrill in it. The way my adrenaline was pumping and my body running on all gears felt like the bliss of ten orgasms all at once. If my mind wasn't screaming at me for doing something so stupid, I would have enjoyed it even more. Cameron motioned for me to roll down the window. With a shaky, tentative hand, I did. "Well, at least you stopped. Jesus Dean, you look pale as hell! Are you all right?" Cameron asked. "Ye...yeah, I think so," I replied, my voice scratchy in my throat. "You didn't tell me about that curve. I could have killed myself back there," "Na, you were fine. Besides, not telling you made the entire experience more thrilling, didn't it?" Cameron asked, leaning against my car now, her long fingers thumping on the window lightly. "Well, I won. Get out here so I can watch you tear up that check!" I nodded and slowly opened my door, my legs wobbly but my heart still racing from the experience of the race. The feeling was not something I can aptly describe, it was just like an entire rush of energy had washed over me. Now it was my turn to lean against the car as I pulled the check from my pocket and handed it to her. "Uh-uh. I want to see YOU tear it up," Cameron grinned. I held the check up to her eye level and tore it in first two parts, then another two, then one more set of two. I let the pieces twinkle to the ground like confetti, and it was then that I realized that we were standing in the middle of the road, blocking both lanes - well, my car was at least. Cameron had stopped completely casually a ways back and pulled off to the side of the road. "Thank you! Now move your car so you don't get hit by anyone who might come along and let's go celebrate my victory!" Cameron bubbled excitedly. She climbed into my car and I started the engine, beginning to do a three point turn when I spotted, not too far down the road, a car approaching. Even in the dim light of the road, I could see the two lights on top and knew that we might be fucked if we didn't go quickly. Cameron saw it too. "Shit, the cops! Ok, pull over to the side of the road real quick, up by my car," she said. I followed her instructions and shut off the engine as we both watched the cop car pause first by her car and then slowly move towards mine. I thought for sure that the cop had seen the whole thing and we were both going to be in trouble for such a stupid, pointless race. Cameron however had other ideas. Leaning across the seat quickly, she began to kiss me. Not just a light peck on the lips either, but a full mouth kiss, tongue and all. Her mouth tasted sweet and delicate but it caught me totally off guard. I was puzzled as to what she was doing when I noticed out of the corner of my eye a flashlight peering in through my passenger window. Cameron's body was half on me, half off and she was squirming around wildly, her narrow hips bumping against my crotch and giving me a quickly growing hard on. "Grab my tits, we need to put on a good show," Cameron whispered to me. I heeded her advice and grasped her breasts roughly with one hand while I held onto the small of her back with the other. Cameron's breasts felt much larger than I think they really were as they hung down against my neck like that, but I wasn't complaining - the diametric differences between her soft orbs and the roughness of her nipples through the fabric of her shirt was an interesting feel to say the least. There was a tap on the glass of the window. Kissing me deeply one more time, Cameron plopped down in her seat, straightened herself out and put on a big smile for the cop as she rolled down the window, as if nothing had happened. I was still in a state of shock, the combination of adrenaline from the race and the sexual energy from our groping making my head spin. "You know it's illegal to pull over to the side of the road like this," the officer, whose face I couldn't see because of his height, said to us. "We're sorry officer, I guess we got a little carried away," Cameron said sweetly. "Whose car is that?" he asked, all business. "It's mine sir. I have a confession to make - I needed to go to the bathroom and since my boyfriend Dean here was following me, he pulled over too. We both got out, stretched and well, one thing let to another I guess," Cameron said, feigning innocent in a way that I never thought possible. "Well, you two need to move along now. If you'd like to continue your own personal business further, I recommend renting a motel room. There are a handful of them just a few miles north of here," the cop said, finally lowering his face so that we could see him. In the pale moonlight, his freshly shaven face looked mysterious and ragged, the emptiness of his pores only accentuated more by the cold stare he was giving us. "Yes sir, we will head that way right away," Cameron said to him with a smile. The cop's tough guy persona vanished for a moment and he smiled back. "Ok. You two be careful out there, you hear? Lot of kids come down this road to race their souped up cars and if you aren't careful you might be slammed into one of them before you can even react," the cop said. "Take care and move along," Cameron nodded at him and we both watched as he climbed back into his patrol car, scribbled something down for a moment and then continued on past us. My adrenaline rush was finally starting to ebb a little. We both breathed a collective sigh of relief. "Well, that was close. Thanks for a fun evening Dean, but I should probably be going," Cameron said, climbing out of the car. I bolted after her - she had turned me on and I wanted to find out if it was all for show or if there was something else there. "Wait, Cameron!" I said as I got out and saw her stop a few feet in front of my car. "That's it? You're going to give me a kiss like that and then just walk away?" "Oh Dean, that was just for the cop. Besides, don't you have a girlfriend to go home to?" Cameron said. "I'd hate to be the 'other woman'," "No, I don't. Come over here for a second," I said to her. She walked obligingly over, her hips swaying with every step. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that the kiss you just gave me, the invitation to fondle your tits, was all for show. Look me in the eyes and say that and then walk away from here without any sort of urges and I'll just call this night a fun excursion, nothing more. But if you can't..." I said, trailing off. Cameron stepped up to my eye level and we locked eyes. "I...it was just for..." she said, but her eyes I could tell were just looking for an excuse to dart away from my own. I held her gaze steady. "Say it. If you think you can," I said, feeling more brave now as I pulled her closer to me by the hips, the tips of my fingers brushing against her small ass. "I kissed you because..." Cameron whispered, but then couldn't go on any further. With the same heat from our first embrace, she leaned into me again and kissed me hard. I was eager and excited to kiss her back and wasted no time in doing so, pulling her tightly against my body as our mouths groped and explored each other. Cameron grabbed my hand with hers and moved it down further onto her ass, to which I grabbed a handful of flesh and squeezed it gently, feeling the firm, tone muscles of her butt in my hand. This motion made Cameron's hips thrust forward against my own as our pelvis' grinded against one another, just a few aching inches away from release through the fabric of the clothes we wore. I broke the kiss and moved my hands up to her shirt, slipping my fingers into the sleeveless material of the blouse, searching for a bra. Finding none, I allowed my fingers to trail down further into her chest as my palms brushed against her tits. Cameron moaned slightly in the night air as I moved over her quickly hardening nipples and allowed my fingers to reach up through the slight space in the front of her blouse and open it up, button by button, from the inside out. A moment later, I pushed open her shirt and the material hung loosely on her body, barely covering her breasts and doing nothing to hide her rock hard nipples. Cameron pushed my hands away as she moved now to my shirt, lifting it straight over my head in one quick move. I pulled her closer for an embrace, the blouse parting to the side as we kissed, her breasts pressing against my still sweaty body. Cameron was obviously very horny by this entire thing, that public persona of sexuality she seemed to exude coming true right here and now. She fumbled with the belt on my pants for a moment and then unzipped my zipper, allowing me to step out of them as I kicked them aside into the dusty shoulder of the road. Eager to get the rest of her own clothing removed, Cameron slowly teased me as she eased out of the tight leather pants she wore, to reveal a complete lack of panties. She must have seen the look on my face. "I never wear them when I'm racing. I get so turned on, I don't want anything more than what's required to stand between me and the wetness that I get when I hit top speed," she said seductively, unzipping the zippers down by her calves and stepping out of the pants. All the clothing that remained now were my simple white boxers and the shoes that we both wore. There was something innocent looking in Cameron just by having her shoes remain on. The white sneakers she wore, in accent with her long legs and model-like frame gave her the look of a child in many ways, but it was the raw sexuality that seemed to come from every pore of her body that turned that child into a woman that shared more in common with a sex goddess than a school girl. The combination though was irresistible and when you threw in that dazzling smile of hers, any man would just about melt at the site that stood before me right then. I took a step closer to Cameron and she didn't hesitate - I think she had achieved the same level of desire that I now felt, having mingled those feelings with the excitement from the race and the run in with the cop to create such a lust that neither one of us were acting very rationally anymore. It was all animal instinct, and we both wanted to act on it. "Not here, I want to do it on my car," Cameron said, taking me by the hand as we walked naked across the road to the more secluded angle of her car. Cameron let go of my hand and eased up onto the hood of her car, spreading her wide, luscious legs out along the bumper. Even in the moonlight over head I could see her juices forming slightly along her moist pussy lips, a sign of her building up excitement. Dropping to my knees by her sweet smelling cunt, I began to kiss her leg down at the knee area, moving my mouth slowly up her tanned skin. A drop of sweat fell into my mouth and I licked it up as I continued further up to her waiting entrance. I teased her slightly by planting soft kisses everywhere BUT on her pussy and then proceeded to move down her other leg, repeating the same moves I had done previously. Cameron was reclined on the car hood, and I could feel the combined radiating heat her body mixing with the industrial, not-quite-natural radiance coming from underneath the metal of the car. As I finished kissing and fondling her legs, I scooted further on my knees up to her waiting box and dove in without hesitation. It must have caught Cameron off guard, as she leaned her head back and half-moaned, half-howled in pleasure in the cool air of the late hour. Cameron was a natural blonde for sure, a tuft of hair shaved in a neat straight line above the entrance to her hole. The pink puffiness of her pussy, shimmering slightly in the light, looked incredibly inviting. I took her outer cuntal lips in my mouth and sucked on them gently, nibbling lightly with my teeth as her entire pussy was sucked deeply into my mouth. As I held her sex in my mouth, I eased my tongue out like a tentative snake, moving it into her nether folds. Cameron moved a hand down to my mouth and spread her lips wider to allow me better access, my tongue now buried deep inside her channel. Cameron gasped loudly, a ragged gasp of lust as she moved her hand now from her pussy to the back of my head, holding my deeper between her legs. The adrenaline rushing through me seemed to give my tongue a mind of it's own, as it whipped around deep inside of her, the tip brushing her aroused clit every other movement it seemed. I knew Cameron was extremely worked up from the race so I wasn't surprised when she orgasmed rather quickly, only a few pushes and teasings of her love button all it taking to bring about a flood of her juices. I drank them down willingly, the sticky sweetness only serving further to make my straining erection in my boxer shorts all the more painful. I continued to lick and eat out Cameron for a few minutes further, bringing her to another orgasm before she finally stopped me by pushing my head away. "Are you going to fuck me or what?" she whispered deeply, still holding my face in her hands. I grinned and stood up, sliding my boxers off quickly. Lining my cockhead against Cameron's folds, I pressed into her easily, the juices in her wet pussy serving as an easy lubricant to allow me entrance deep into her hole within just a few short strokes. Her pussy was warm and comfortable, having that certain kind of looseness that told me that at the very least, Cameron was an experienced lover. It didn't take long for me to bury my full 9 inches inside of her before bottoming out, my balls brushing along the hood of the car before nestling in between her narrow and tight ass cheeks. I moved in and out of her, causing the Porsche to rock and bounce slightly on it's wheels. Cameron was no longer just content to lie there and be fucked; she moved her legs around my waist and sunk her nimble fingers into my own ass cheeks, urging me in deeper and deeper with every stroke. I pushed and prodded deep inside of her, enjoying the feel of a wet pussy around my cock. It was hard to tell if this bravado I had in fucking her was from the left over excitement of the evening's earlier events or if simply being inside of her was exciting me in every nerve ending in my body. Either way, I didn't care, I was just happy to be in the position that I was in. I leaned Cameron down onto her back again and hooked her long legs on top of my shoulders as I railed into her in a more comfortable angle. I could feel the metal underneath us buckle and sway in the motions of our lovemaking - to fuck such a beautiful woman on top of such an immaculate car was a surreal experience all it's own. Cameron writhed beneath me, tossing her head from side to side as I fucked her hard, my balls tight in their sac as I moved inch by inch in and out of her sopping love hole. Crying out something unintelligible, Cameron orgasmed again just as I felt my own load approaching. Although I would normally cum deep inside of a woman as beautiful as Cameron, I had a sudden change of heart and pulled out of her. Wasting no time, Cameron slide her ass down the car and dropped to her knees on the ground as I stroked my cock towards my orgasm. Holding her mouth open, Cameron was there and waiting for when my wad finally arrived, shooting out in stream after continuous stream onto her face and mouth, coating her lips with my semen and landing a shot or two in her mouth. As my orgasm subsided, Cameron made no move to wipe my cum from her body, instead just closing her eyes and savoring the feeling as my hot seed spilled down her cheeks and onto her naked breasts. I paused for a moment, catching my breath as Cameron finally stood up, licking off a stray jet of cum that had dripped down her arm and onto her elbow. Glancing down at my prick, I saw that I was still incredibly hard. Cameron saw it too, but this time it was she who chose the positioning that we would use. Bending over the car hood, Cameron spread her arms out on the vehicle and spread her legs even wider, just offering herself up for my entrance into her. I stepped up against her again, plunging my dick into her pussy for a few strokes as I got my shaft nice and wet again before lining up to her asshole. I gave her cheeks a playful little slap, amazed at how narrow and firm they were. She definitely had one of the best asses in Hollywood and I was practically salivating at the thought of burying my rod inside of it. To my amazement, as I pushed my cockhead into her ass I met very little contraction from her inner muscles - Cameron must take it up the ass quite regularly. As if sensing my thoughts, she said "I just love anal sex, don't you?" "Oh yes," I said as I plunged deep inside of her with one quick thrust, most of my shaft inside of her tight ass before I even could consider going slower. Cameron cried out in slight pain, but it was fleeting as she began to grunt pleasurably against me as my balls slammed against her pussy lips . I pulled my cock out gently before pushing back inside of her again, relishing the tight feel and look of her asshole stretched wide around my girth. My first orgasm seemed to recharge me completely and before long I had my hand around Cameron's waist as I thrust harder and harder into her, the car now shaking violently as it rocked in the half-grass/half-pavement of it's temporary parking spot. Grabbing a handful of her ass cheeks, I held her crack open wide to allow me better room to guide myself in and out of her, even changing the angle every now and then as the tip of my dick pressed into her deepest cavities. Without any help from me at all, Cameron's legs quivered as she achieved her fourth orgasm of the night. I could sense that she was getting a little tired, her knees rather wobbly against the car as she thrust back to meet my movements in and out of her tight butt. I continued to fuck her in the ass for ten minutes or so, both of our bodies so coated with sweat that we seemed to move like an oiled machine, our parts seemingly made to fit one another perfectly. I thrust hard deep into Cameron and held myself there for a moment before feeling my balls rise up and my second, more powerful orgasm, arrive. Cameron must have felt it too because she stopped moving and rocking as I slowly pushed further into her as far as possible, the tip of my prick erupting in a second load of cum deep inside of her bowels. I must have shot three or four streams into her, as when I pulled my dick out from her ass a few minutes later, it was coated in a light layer of messy cum. Cameron turned over onto her back and laid on the hood of the car, enjoying the after sex moment. I did the same, pulling my boxers up and catching my breath. We laid there for a few minutes, not saying anything, before I was startled by a rustling in the woods next to us. I shot up from the car and looked for my pants, hustling over to get them and pull them up as I saw two teenagers, probably no older than 18 or 19, emerge from the woods. They were wearing almost all black and looked a little woozy, as if they had drank (or smoked) just a little two much. The first one approached us, a backpack over his shoulder as he spoke to me. "Dude, did you just fuck Cameron Diaz?" he asked. "Well I uh...how do you know who she is?" I asked, puzzled by such an exact question. "For one, we heard your voices about two miles away. Trevor and me were back there chugging some beers and smoking some weed when we heard what we thought were moans. So we like, came up here and watched you two go at it for a while and when we saw you stop, Trevor thought that we should come see if...well maybe, we could get in on a little bit of that action," the teenager said. "But how do you know that this lady is Cameron Diaz?" I said. "Duh, the license plate on that car you were doing it on says 'CAM DIAZ'. Plus she looks JUST like her," Trevor, the other kid, said. "Yes, this is Ms. Diaz. But we would appreciate it if you boys didn't say anything about what you saw. I can make it worth your while," I said, pulling my shirt back on and reaching into my wallet for some money to try and buy them off. "Fuck that, we don't want your money. We want a piece of that ass," the first kid said. "We saw the way you were hitting it and there is no WAY I'd pass up some shit like this," "How old are you two?" Cameron asked them, speaking for the first time. She was still naked on the top of the car and was looking disinterested, despite the fact that she was tracing around the outline of her nipples absently with her hands and a small dribble of cum was leaking from between her legs onto the hood of the car. "I'm 18 and Trevor here is 19," the boy said, trying to sound grown up. "Uh...ma'mm," There was a pause in the conversation - I wasn't sure where to take it but the only likely question to ask was the one that seemed to hang in the air. "Well, are you interested Cameron?" I said, the words seeming to drift out of my mouth slower than usual in the night air. "Yeah, I think so. I'd never pass up some young, potent dick," Cameron said, in the same manner of voice I imagine she ordered salads with at a restaurant. "Not to slight you in any way Dean. That was great," I looked over at the two teenagers, who were now standing side by side, shit eating grins on their faces. They looked like eager puppies, just waiting to be "rewarded". "Alright, fine. But not a word of this to ANYONE, understand?" I said to them. They both nodded their heads violently - I could have told them to do 50 push-ups with their dicks right there and then on the road and they would have done it just to have a chance with Cameron. "Good. I'm going home, you three have fun. But don't call me to bail you out of jail if you get caught for indecent exposure," I told Cameron as I started walking to my car, wiping the sweat from my brow. Cameron waved in acknowledgement as I stepped into my car. Driving back up the hill, I glanced in my rear view mirror to see the two teenagers standing in front of Cameron, their legs spread wide a little and Cameron's hands nowhere in site. Shaking my head, I drove home. The sun was just starting to come up now over the valley and I began to reflect, for the first time in a long time, on where I was going with all this. The sex was great and the company was doing good, but is this really how I wanted to spend my life? Was there something more out there to do or was this as good as it gets - money, power, beautiful women, exciting adventures. The answer didn't come to me as I got home, showered and crawled into bed, trying to get a few hours of sleep before work. But I knew that at some point it would hit me and that the path I chose would be the one that would be my destiny. Drifting off to sleep, I pondered what that destiny could be, and just as I felt I had it, I slipped into unconsciousness. Chapter 30: The Finale 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. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 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