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

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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 30 - The Finale
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)

***

Well, this is it. This chapter is dedicated to all the 
readers who followed the series all the way through and 
kept me on my toes and offered great feedback. All of you 
made the series more special and fun to write. I'm not 
ending my writing career by any means but it was time to 
end JOA. Any closing feedback you might have is most 
appreciated. Ok, enough blabbering... enjoy the finale!


"So tell me Damon, where do you see yourself in say, 10 
years?" I said to my assistant as we both munched down 
some bagels during an impromptu breakfast in my office.

"Mmph!" he replied, finishing chewing, pausing to swallow 
before he continued. "Well, I'd like to stay here at 
Shooting Stars. Of course my dream is to direct a film, 
even a low budget indie one. I want to get higher up in 
the Hollywood hierarchy,"

"Then you want to move to behind the camera, rather than 
ushering stars in front of it?" I said with a smile.

"Pretty much. Why do you ask?" he replied.

"No reason, just popped into my mind. All the stuff 
that's happened to me in almost the last two years has 
really made me think about my life," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I mean, running the firm is like a dream 
come true - I get to mingle with the most beautiful 
people in the world, help them out, and get paid very 
well to do it. Of course, there are the fringe benefits 
too," I replied.

"But of course," he said with a wicked smile.

"But I mean, things get a little stale after a while. I 
was star struck when I first took over for my father, but 
now hardly even the strangest things or situations bother 
me. I think I might need a change of scene, or at the 
very least a vacation. What do you think?" I asked, 
wiping my mouth as I finished the bagel and took a sip of 
coffee.

"Don't get me wrong, I love working here. Every day is 
like a new adventure in my life, something I'll be able 
to tell all my grandkids about - how I was on the edge of 
Hollywood, helping you call the shots. But I can 
understand where you are coming from. Since I've worked 
for you, I don't even know how many women have come and 
gone with you, and I know from personal experience that 
so many different women, who all have different problems, 
can be very tiring. Hell, any type of solid relationship 
would wear me out!" Damon said.

"So then you don't think that I'm off the mark when I say 
I may want to, I don't know, sell the whole thing and 
move on with my life?"

"Not at all. But I don't want to see you go, not only 
because I would probably be out of work but also because 
I consider you a pretty good friend and I hate parting 
with friends. But it's your life, your business, you 
should be able to do whatever you want and be happy with 
the choices you make," Damon said.

"I guess you're right. It's just something I've been 
kicking around for a while, but it feels like all of this 
is leading up to something, that I'm at a juncture in my 
life and I will have to make a decision real soon," I 
said with a sigh.

There was a tentative knock on the office door, followed 
by a slight creak as it opened slightly.

"Uhh, Dean?" a voice said. It was Ashley, the young girl 
I had hired last week to help Damon out and serve as a 
part-time temp for the firm.

"Yes Ashley, what is it?" I said to her.

"Catherine Bell just called. Or, well, actually, a rep 
from CBS called and they said that she wants to see you 
as soon as possible about something going on," Ashley 
said. She was a smart girl, a little shy but was learning 
pretty quickly how to work in an office.

"Did they say what it was?" I asked, standing up and 
brushing myself off from a few loose crumbs.

"No, they said that even SHE wouldn't say. They just told 
me to tell you to come down to the lot, lot 4G, and speak 
with the director," Ashley said.

I sighed again and looked at Damon. "Well, guess it's 
back to the grind. Thanks for hearing me out on that 
stuff Damon," I said.

"No problem Dean. Good luck figuring out what she wants," 
Damon said as he cleaned up the bagels and cream cheese 
from the corner of my desk.

"Thanks. I'll have my cell phone, so you or Ashley can 
call if you need me," I said, heading out the door.

*

Traffic was pretty light that morning for some reason, 
especially once you got off the freeway. Cruising 
downtown, I had to pay attention and make sure I didn't 
accidentally hit one of the people running across the 
road. That was the last thing I needed - a vehicular 
manslaughter charge to deal with. I had taken a new 
company car, a black BMW X5 and was still getting used to 
driving such a massive vehicle - a deliveryman moving a 
big box into one of the smaller studios was almost an 
unfortunate victim of my learning experience. Pulling 
into the CBS lot, I got clearance with the guard and 
drove around looking for lot 4G.

The CBS lot was just like you might imagine a studio lot 
to be - big, filled with sets and big warehouses, crew 
and stars zipping around it's concrete lawn on golf 
carts, buzzers going off indicating filming was taking 
place. I finally located the lot, the filming studio for 
the non-travel spots of "JAG", the wildly successful 
military drama in which Catherine Bell, a long time 
client, was a co-star of. Parking the car, I walked in 
through a side door and collided with a PA, who looked to 
be just as startled as me.

"Can I help you?" he asked excitedly in that tone of 
voice that only those who live and breath Los Angeles for 
many years can carry.

"I'm Catherine Bell's agent, Dean Simonds, I was told 
that she needed to see me?" I asked to him, straightening 
out my charcoal gray suit as I shifted into business 
mode. A slight look of disgust washed over the PA's face 
- no matter how nice you were to people in the industry, 
agent's never got accepted as anything but weasels and 
scum. In most cases though, the distinction was not 
unwarranted.

"Right this way. Go down and take a left, then take 
another left and one right and you will be at her 
trailer," the PA said before hustling off. Following his 
directions, I headed out from inside the building to a 
large door leading to an open set, with a row of trailers 
off to the side. I walked along them, looking for her 
name, but Catherine spotted me first. She stuck her head 
out from the trailer and called my name.

I came over to her and she opened the door to let me in. 
The trailer was hot and musty, the television on and the 
space tight and cramped. I had told her many times that I 
could get her a nicer trailer, but she never took me up 
on the offer. I still couldn't see why. I was a little 
taken aback as I came in and my eyes adjusted from the 
brightness of the morning to the dark recesses of the 
trailer to see Catherine leaning up against a small mini-
bar, sipping a drink in only a pair of khaki pants (part 
of her regular costume from JAG) and a bra. Nothing else. 
Her brown hair looked freshly cleaned and styled, but 
from the sweat glistening off her body and the cleft 
between her ample breasts, I took it that she hadn't been 
on set for at least a few hours.

"Fix you a drink Dean?" Catherine asked.

"No, thank you. And quite frankly, don't you think that 
you shouldn't be drinking when it's only 10:30 in the 
morning?" I said, walking over to her and taking the 
small glass from her hands and setting it on the counter. 
She snatched it back up and finished it off, setting it 
back down again as she poured herself another. I could 
smell the alcohol in this part of the trailer and 
wondered how many drinks she had actually had, even 
though she looked to be perfectly coherent.

"I'll do what I damn well please. And if you don't agree 
with me then you can leave like the rest of them," 
Catherine snapped as she turned away from me. Here we go, 
another long morning...

"Alright, I'm sorry. But could you tell me why I'm down 
here? Why are the studio heads calling me to come talk to 
you?" I asked, talking to her turned back.

"You wouldn't understand," she said. "No one here seems 
to understand,"

"Well, try me. That's what I'm here for," I said 
reassuringly. Catherine turned to face me with tears in 
her eyes.

"I'm upset. It's not about the show. Well, it is but it 
isn't. With all the stuff that's happening in the world, 
I just don't see the point in acting anymore. I mean, 
what good is it doing to make life better for people?" 
Catherine said, her voice fighting back tears.

"Catherine, I'm not following you. What in the world 
upset you?" I asked.

"It's all that stuff that's going on in the Middle East 
right now. Israel. Palestine. Iraq. Iran. It's 
just...well, you know I'm Iranian, right?" Catherine 
said.

I nodded.

"See, even though I don't live there, I have family and 
friends there and with all this trouble that it going on 
in that region, I can't sleep. I can't eat. And I most 
certainly can't act. It just seems to trivial to try and 
entertain an audience when people I know are out there in 
what could be grave danger," she said, sobbing now as she 
walked over to the couch in the middle of the room and 
sat down. I followed her.

"But Catherine, this has been going on for thousands of 
years! I won't argue with you that it's not upsetting, 
but I mean, do you think anything is really going to 
change any time soon?" I asked, trying to comfort her. It 
backfired.

"That's just what my husband said. So I guess you don't 
understand either," she said, turning away from me, 
bitterness in her voice.

"Catherine, listen. I'm here to do whatever you need me 
to, but I can't save the world. I can't make people stop 
hating each other, I can't stop people killing one 
another. I can only do my part, for you, to make your 
life better and happy so that you can live out your 
dreams. Remember when you told me a year back or so that 
you were happy in your life, that you had become the star 
you had dreamed about being back when you were a little 
girl? Remember how joyous your life was, just because you 
were going out there every day and bringing, if only for 
a few minutes at a time, enjoyment to people whose lives 
might be missing it?" I said. Catherine was silent for a 
moment, sipping from her drink.

"Yes. But don't you see how empty that really is? How 
this whole Hollywood industry is just about selling 
movies or television shows or magazines?" she said 
quietly.

"I do see that. But I also see a beautiful woman with 
immense talent, feeling sorry for things she can't change 
in the world. It's alright to be upset about the world, 
about injustices. But if you let it consume you, if you 
let it become all that you think about, then you are just 
adding to more misery in the world by not being an active 
part of it," I replied.

"So then what should I do?" Catherine said, facing me 
now. The tears that had run down her face left soft 
streaks down her beautifully darkened cheeks.

"You should do what your heart tells you to do. You 
should make the best of your life and keep following your 
dream. You should donate or speak out against what you 
believe strongly in, but you should make your life whole 
by using the talents and position you are in now to help 
that. Recognition doesn't always have to come from a 
television screen you know," I said, smiling.

Catherine was silent again, moving now to lay down on the 
couch. I stood up over her as she turned her face away to 
the inside of the couch. I waited a moment before saying 
anything.

"So will you go back out there and do what you know you 
should? Can I tell the producers that?" I asked.

Catherine nodded softly. "Yes. Tell them I'll come back 
to work in an hour or so, ok? But I want you to come and 
get me, not some pimply-faced production assistant. 
Alright? Right now, I just need to be alone, to sleep 
maybe a bit,"

"Ok," I said, patting her lightly on her smooth and 
flawless shoulder.

I exited the trailer back out into the quickly increasing 
heat of the day. Heading back to the main building where 
production was done for the show, I glanced around for 
the producers. Spotting a man sitting in a chair behind 
the cameras, I walked over towards him. I was cut off 
however, by someone I really didn't want to deal with.

"Dean baby, what's shaking?" Rick Dugan said to me as he 
stepped in my way. Rick was a music agent, representing 
mostly musicians like Christina Aguilera out here. It was 
his client, Ms. Aguilera in fact, that had ruined my 
relationship with Alyssa Milano almost a year ago. I 
hadn't seen him since, but I was surprised and not 
thrilled to see him now, as he just oozed sleazeball.

"Hi Rick. What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to 
make a hopefully brief conversation.

"Didn't ya know? I've moved on to bigger things now. I 
still do music reps, but now I'm branching out into TV 
and movies. I've got a girl here right now who has a 
minor role in the episode they are shooting today and I 
wanted to come down and make sure everything went okay 
and maybe try to get her a bigger part on the show, ya 
dig?" Rick said with a shark's grin. 

"Yeah. Well congrats," I said, trying to step around him. 
He cut me off again though.

"So, I know that things didn't work out with that bitch 
Aguilera, but you have any more clients who you might 
want to send my way? Word on the grapevine is that Dean 
Simonds has been through hell and back in Hollywood and 
might be leaving the game," he said. I was startled by 
his knowledge of this, but quickly reasoned that he had 
probably just assumed it after what had happened with the 
failed take over that my half-brother Jacob had planned. 
It was a not-too-secret secret amongst the industry 
folks.

"No, I'm not leaving. At least not today or anything. And 
no, you can't have any of my clients. I'd rather have my 
balls chopped off than send them to you," I said coldly, 
my anxiousness to speak to the director hopefully evident 
on my face.

"Hey, woah there baby, don't get all defensive. It was 
just a simple question. Oh wait, you're still pissed cuz 
I ruined things with you and that Milano chick, huh?" he 
asked.

"Yeah, something like that. Now if you'll excuse me, I 
have things to do," I said, butting into his shoulder and 
walking past him.

"Hey Dean!" he called behind me. I spun on one foot and 
turned to face him, sighing heavily in exasperation.

"What?"

"If you ever change you're mind, you know where to find 
me. Look for the big car being driven by the big dick 
man. That will be me," he called with a laugh. A puzzled 
crewmember walked between us as I approached the 
producer, ignoring Dugan's comment. Reaching the 
producer, we talked for a few minutes, as I explained to 
him that Catherine was upset over personal issues but 
that she should be back to work right after they broke 
for lunch around 1:00 or so.

"Just make sure she is here. We can go a day or so 
without her, but if she isn't back in top form than we 
will have to postpone production till next week. And the 
studio heads will have my ass," he said. I gave him my 
assurance and headed back to Catherine's trailer. I had 
managed to kill about 40 minutes of time, so I thought I 
would just go in quietly and wait for Catherine to wake 
up. I would be there in case she needed anything, plus I 
could stress how important it was that she get back to 
work ASAP if she was already ready.

Opening the trailer door quietly, Catherine was still 
stretched out on the couch, her back facing me. Only now 
I saw, she was naked from the waist down, presumably to 
get more comfortable in the sticky heat of this giant 
metal box. Her perfectly shaped ass faced me and for a 
moment I felt a twitching in my pants. I quickly examined 
the rest of the trailer, trying to avoid looking at her 
smooth skin, supple ass cheeks and long legs.

Out of things to look at in less than a couple of 
minutes, I took a seat across from her and watched her 
sleep, the rhythmic breathing of her back moving up and 
down softly. I knew she would be annoyed to find me 
sitting there watching her while she slept, especially 
naked, but if I had to then I could just play it off as 
having just walked in.

To my wide-eyed surprise, Catherine stirred in her sleep, 
turning over onto her side as she now faced me. Her 
luscious breasts were still held inside of her bra, but 
seemed to be straining against the flimsy fabric. I could 
see the outline and top of her nipple just poking out 
over the top of her bra. They were about medium sized, a 
rich dark brown color with the tips poking against the 
fabric of her undergarment.

Her mound was a dark black nest of neatly trimmed hair, 
her pussy lips slightly visible in between her crossed 
legs. Like her nipples, they were a deep brown color and 
looked so inviting, a hint at the pink buried deeper 
within visible only slightly.

I realized I had been holding my breath in awe at her 
beautiful naked form and let the air escape from my lips 
slowly, the heat of the trailer, combined with the rush 
of spying on this sleeping beauty causing my head to 
pound. I debated about what to do: should I leave and 
then reenter loudly to let her know I was there, giving 
her time to get dressed? Or would she even care if I 
continued to sit where I was and gaze upon her, hoping 
that she wouldn't be angry when she awoke.

Catherine stirred again and the left underside of her 
breast pushed against the surface of the couch she lay 
on, causing her breast to free itself from the weak 
encumberment that held it inside her bra. Her nipple was 
now completely visible to me and I was flushed with the 
excitement of being a voyeur to her snooze. But she 
wouldn't want her breast sticking out like that, would 
she? I quickly decided that she wouldn't and made up my 
mind to very slowly approach her and put the heavy weight 
of her beautiful orb back inside it's casing. Standing 
up, I took a few very slow steps until I was over her. I 
waited for a moment to make sure she wasn't awake, but 
her shallow breathing continued. I slowly lowered my hand 
to just an inch or so over her breast, the slight 
perspiration of her skin in the morning heat causing 
small little droplets of sweat to form beneath where my 
hand hovered.

I moved down centimeter by centimeter to her breast until 
the tip of my finger touched her smooth, supple skin. I 
then placed two more fingers on her flesh and slowly 
traced down to the base of where her nipple lay exposed, 
enjoying the rough feel of it. My fingers glided past her 
nipple to the bra itself and with two fingers I took the 
lacy material in my fingers and held it there, trying to 
be cautious about sliding it up. However, in that moment 
that I held it, her naked body just lying there, my 
morals urging me to cover her up, my mind instead did 
something different. Rather than pull the fabric back up, 
I held the tip of the bra firm and pulled it down more, 
ever so slowly.

I watched as it slid down her breast, down the slope of 
it till it had reached the bottom of her globe and wedged 
itself beneath it. With one breast exposed, the luscious 
sight of it intoxicating in the stale heat of the 
trailer, I stepped back slightly and gazed down upon what 
I had done. My body was in full control of my mind now 
and I watched through my mind's eye as my hand drifted 
over to the other breast and, just as slowly, pulled the 
bra off of it till both breasts lay exposed in the room.

The excitement of undressing Catherine inch by inch was 
too much for me, I had to take things as far as I could. 
My fingertips drifted away from her breasts down to her 
firm tummy until my hand rested just an agonizing inch or 
so above her womanhood. I paused now for a few seconds, 
debating what to do - should I leave her as she is or try 
to go further, perhaps see what her inner folds held for 
the curious. 

Catherine answered this question for me by rolling from 
her side over onto her back, her legs shifting on the 
couch to leave herself open and exposed to my wandering 
eyes and hand. I stepped to the side of the couch and 
gazed between her legs: her opening was now much more 
visible, the delicate slit that led to her inevitably 
beautiful pussy covered only in the finest of hair and 
slight stubble. Catherine must have shaved it for her 
husband I thought to myself. Now I was really in a tough 
situation, because my body and the massive bulge in my 
pants begged me to slip a finger or so into her and 
reveal her box, but my mind and reasoning said to leave 
things be, I'd done enough already. I debated it for a 
moment or so, glancing at the clock on the wall: I still 
had 30 minutes until Catherine was supposed to be at the 
studio for filming, could I really pull this off and 
still get her there on time?

My hand trembled slightly as I pushed the tip of my 
finger against her tight folds and slipped inch by 
agonizing inch of my finger inside of her pussy. She 
wasn't exactly wet inside, but the sweat from between her 
legs had dripped down into her opening allowing me at 
least a little lubrication as my finger slid into her. 
Feeling brave, I retracted my finger and instead pushed 
three into her at once, all at a very slow and 
(hopefully) unnoticeable pace. I got all three in almost 
all the way before Catherine's hips bucked a little and a 
soft moan escaped from her lips.

I froze my hand where it was, praying that she didn't 
wake up. But as she shifted her head away again, I 
realized that she was too far gone in the land of slumber 
to notice what I was doing - in her dreams, she was 
probably enjoying it. My attention to her cunt had not 
gone unrewarded, as when I pulled my hand from within her 
I saw the tips of my fingers wet with her juices. I 
quietly licked them off, enjoying the sweet taste of her 
arousal.

Looking at her opening again, I saw that her lips had 
parted slightly in arousal and gave me the view I was 
looking for: beyond the brown outline of her outer lips, 
Catherine's pussy inside was a light pink color. The 
view, the taste of her inner juices and perhaps even the 
heat of the trailer caused my mind to lock itself away as 
my body took over - I had to feel the inside of her 
around my cock. 

Unbuttoning my pants and sliding down my boxers, allowing 
both to fall onto the floor, I felt the rush of hot air 
brush over my naked lower body as I held my very erect 
cock in my hand and pondered the best way to gain access. 
I noticed that one of Catherine's legs had started to 
slip onto the floor a little bit, her thigh resting on 
the edge of the soft couch. This was the angle I could 
work myself into her, I thought. I moved in front of her 
leg and placed my fingers beneath her flesh, pulling on 
her slightly. This caused Catherine's body to slide down 
slightly on the couch, her legs gently touching the floor 
at shin level. She still didn't seem to stir or awaken, 
and I felt encouraged by this, her breasts resting 
lightly on her chest atop the material of her bra. 
Parting her legs slightly, I dropped down to a sort of 
crouch and aimed my cock at her opening.

Even though I was now sweating in lust and desire to fuck 
Catherine, I still didn't want her to awaken. That's why 
as the tip of my cock pressed against her hole, I slowed 
my entry into her to as slow as I could possibly go, 
letting my dick enter into her waiting channel with as 
little thrusting as possible. I watched with bated breath 
as inch by inch slowly disappeared inside of her until 
only a few inches of my 9 inch cock remained exposed, the 
maximum I thought I could safely put in her now at it's 
limit.

I held myself in that position for a while, simply 
savoring her tight opening enveloped around my cock. I 
began to pull myself out of her when suddenly Catherine 
moaned again, an unintelligible, guttural gasp at the 
feeling of having something inside of her. I again paused 
but after she stopped her moan, I continued to retract my 
dick. As I withdrew from her all but completely, leaving 
just the tip inside, I entered her again. Only to my 
surprise, I found her box had warmed up and was now quite 
wet around my cock: whatever that moan had been about, it 
was obviously turning her on.

Getting a good tempo going, I held myself up by placing 
my hand near Catherine's leg on the couch, gripping the 
fabric tightly as I worked in and out of her slowly. As 
much as I just wanted to ram into her as hard I could, I 
knew that in the position I was in right now, I'd be 
going to jail for rape if I got caught. I leaned over 
Catherine's nude, beautiful body and held my head over 
her breasts, unable to resist the temptation of dipping 
my mouth down and giving her right nipple a soft lick. 
Looking up from this, I was startled to see that 
Catherine's eyes had started to open slightly, small 
little slits that I knew would allow her to see me.

Almost paralyzed with fear at being caught now, I lifted 
myself away from her as quietly as I could and began to 
pull myself out of her. As the last tip of my dick exited 
out of her, Catherine's eyes opened completely and she 
saw me.

"Dean, what are you doing?" she murmured.

"I was...Jesus, I know this looks bad but I wasn't...I 
mean I didn't intend to," I stuttered, trying to distance 
myself from her but finding my feet not cooperating by 
moving.

"No, what are you doing? Why are you pulling out of me?" 
Catherine said, now awake and brushing her matted hair 
from her eyes.

"What???" I said, shocked.

"Well, aren't you going to keep fucking me? I mean, I 
almost had an orgasm a second ago and now you decide to 
pull out. What's wrong, is there something wrong with my 
pussy?" Catherine said, sliding a hand down to her 
opening and pulling apart her cunt lips lewdly.

"So...you knew what I was doing the whole time?" I asked, 
shocked.

"Knew? I set it up! You didn't really think I was asleep 
did you?"

"Well, yeah actually I did," I replied, my dick now 
bobbing slightly in the air. Catherine reached out and 
held it in her soft hand, twisting her palm over the 
moist tip. "You mean all that drinking and everything was 
just an act?"

"Yeah, pretty good huh? I have been feeling really down 
lately though, but yeah...that was just cranberry juice. 
Now how about we finish what you started, hmmm?" 
Catherine said softly, squeezing my still erect cock 
lightly in her hand. Happy to oblige, I allowed her to 
lead me to her spread legs and we both watched as she 
guided me deep inside of her hole, no hesitation this 
time.

Able to leverage myself deeper inside of her now, I 
buried all of my shaft deep inside Catherine's now very 
wet pussy. Catherine cried out in ecstasy as I rocked my 
body hard into her, her nails digging deep into my back 
as she pulled me as deep as she could into me. I couldn't 
help but laugh a little inside at having been fooled by 
her so thoroughly, but the reward now was well worth the 
trouble I had gone to in slowly undressing and teasing 
her body.

Catherine lifted her face up to me and kissed me deeply, 
her tongue wrestling it's way into my mouth hungrily. I 
returned the kiss as I continued to thrust in and out of 
her my balls hitting softly against her ass, the sound of 
our bodies writhing together filling the air of the 
trailer.

I as fucked her, I felt Catherine's pussy squeeze my cock 
tightly as her inner muscles spasmed and she hit an 
orgasm with a soft cry, her juices coating my shaft's 
entire length. As she came, I held myself deep inside of 
her, the tip of my prick pressing against the deep walls 
of her cervix. Pulling myself out of her, I began to 
thrust into her with gusto, the feel of her tight snatch 
creating a sexual heaven on earth. My shirt was now 
totally soaked with sweat, as was most of Catherine's 
body as we continued to make love on the couch, her 
aroused clit poking at the base of my cock as I moved in 
and out of her.

My orgasm began to bubble up inside of my balls as I 
continued to fuck her. Catherine seemed to sense it and 
stopped my deep thrusts my grasping onto my ass cheeks 
and not letting me go, her fingers holding firmly against 
my body as I felt the tip of my head explode in cum deep 
inside of her.

I hadn't had sex in a few days, so the copious amount of 
sperm that erupted from my prick filled her wet vagina, 
creating a sloshing sound as I slowly withdrew my prick 
from inside of her, a dribble of semen leaking out of her 
gaping opening. I pulled out of her completely and 
collapsed on the couch next to, out of breath and 
sweating profusely from the encounter. Catherine stuck a 
hand down to her wet opening and rubbed our mixed juices 
in between her fingers, enjoying the feel of the slippery 
fluids as it leaked out of her body.

I glanced at my watch and with some alarm said "Oh shit, 
you're supposed to be on the lot in 10 minutes!"

Catherine stood up, some of my seed leaking down her leg 
in a slow, lazy trickle. "That's ok, I can take a quick 
shower and be there with time to spare. There's some 
towels over in that cabinet over there if you want to 
clean yourself up," she said, turning and darting towards 
the bathroom. I sat on the couch, my softening erection 
still wet with her moisture as I watched her cute ass 
bounce as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the 
door.

I found said towels and removed the clothes I still wore, 
drying my body off and wiping her own cum from my balls 
and all around my lower body. I had just finished 
dressing when Catherine emerged from the bathroom, her 
hair a little damp from the shower but the clothes she 
wore just what was expected for when she arrived on set: 
a tan military uniform. Her short hair had been brushed 
and framed her beautiful face even more clearly than any 
television set could ever hope to show. We exited the 
trailer and headed towards the lot.

"Here is Catherine, as promised," I said to the producer, 
who stood talking to a camera man.

"Great, thank you Mr. Simonds. You finally ready to get 
started Catherine?" the man said.

"Yes Jim," she replied with an enthusiastic sigh. "Just 
let me talk to Dean for one more second, ok?"

"Fine. Go see makeup when you are ready," Jim said.

Catherine turned to me. "Thanks for helping me out today. 
What you said about acting and making the world 
better...well, that seemed pretty genuine. And genuine 
statements are hard to come by in this town. If I need 
anything else, I'll call you," Catherine said to me, 
giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

"Glad to help," I replied, returning the kiss. Catherine 
smiled at me and then headed off to the make up 
department. I headed for the exit when my cell phone 
rang.

"Dean Simonds here," I said.

"Hey Dean," Damon's voice said on the other line. "You 
get things squared away with Catherine Bell?"

"Yeah. It was a little uh, sticky at first but things are 
fine now. What's up?" I replied.

"Just wanted to remind you of your lunch with Rose 
McGowan in 40 minutes. Chez Francesco, remember?" Damon 
said.

"Shit, you're right. I'm on my way there now. Thanks for 
the tip," I replied.

"Don't mention it. Hey, I'm not feeling so hot right now, 
you mind if I head off a little early today, say after 
lunch?" Damon asked.

"Sure thing. Just leave me a note with any calls I need 
to make, ok?" I said.

"Not a problem. See you later," Damon said, and then he 
hung up. I put the phone back in my pocket as I started 
up my car and headed towards my lunch date with Rose 
McGowan.

*

Rose came to the firm during a lull in her career, when 
she was stuck making such flops as "Jawbreaker" and other 
straight to video releases. However, I spotted in her a 
knack for subtle comedy and urged her to try and fill the 
void left by Shannon Doherty on "Charmed", which she 
successfully managed to get. Since then, things have been 
really hot for her, her popularity growing and the wild 
side of her personal life always providing juicy gossip 
that got people talking.

Rose was undoubtedly very attractive, but she had always 
seemed slightly intimidating to me, almost to the point 
of being so overly sexual that she seemed unapproachable. 
Rose seemed to just ooze sensuality and it was no 
surprise to me at all that she had thus far in her career 
filled the "vamp" roles in just about everything she did. 
This sexuality worked to her advantage career wise, but 
when it came to actually sitting down and talking to her, 
I felt as if I had finally met my match when it came to 
seduction. 

We had scheduled this lunch date a few weeks before her 
first "Charmed" season ended and I specifically chose a 
place as far away from that set as possible - I didn't 
want to run into her co-star, Alyssa Milano, given all 
the heartache I had caused her when we had first went 
out. 

The restaurant, a mixture of expensive French food and 
more casual, lighter California style dishes, was packed 
with the business crowd that filled most of the tables, 
people of all races and ages chattering loudly with one 
another over who knew what. I walked into the welcome 
cool air of the restaurant and spotted Rose in the back 
corner of the restaurant, her pale face touched lightly 
by a beam of sunlight that brushed the table and ran over 
the side of her body. She wore a maroon top that traced 
and outlined every single curve of her upper body and her 
dark hair hung in bangs against her cheeks. Rose smiled 
at me when she saw me and I took a seat across from her.

"Dean, how are you?" Rose said.

"I'm doing good. Busy morning," I said.

"It looks it. Your face looks a little flushed," Rose 
said, reaching her hand out and brushing my cheek. 

"It's the heat I guess," I replied. "So, have you been 
waiting long?"

"No, not really. I got here about 5 minutes ago and the 
waiter came over and took my drink order. I hope you 
don't mind that I ordered some wine, since I figured you 
would be paying," Rose said with a grin.

"Not as long as you ordered some for me too," I chuckled.

"Of course. That would be rude of me not to, don't you 
think?" Rose said, sliding her hand across the table and 
placing it over mine. Rose was certainly not one to keep 
her hands off from other people, but the softness of her 
fingertips tracing up to her pale but flawless skin was 
not unappreciated by me.

We chatted for a few minutes as the waiter came and took 
our order, dropping off glasses of wine. The topics were 
nothing in particular, mostly just Hollywood stuff, but 
slowly the conversation drifted to her experiences on set 
with Alyssa.

"You know, she still talks about you," Rose said, sipping 
her wine.

"She does?" I said, a little uneasy now that the topic 
had been brought up.

"Yeah. Not like psycho-obsessed with you talking, but 
little things. How you used to kiss her, how kind you 
were to her in helping her career out, that sort of 
thing," Rose said.

"And she just talks about all this out of the blue?" I 
said, amazed that Alyssa was still thinking about me 
after what had happened.

"Well, we were talking about sex one day and I was 
telling them about this great fuck I had with this guy I 
met at a bar once, before I was famous and all that, and 
she just mentioned how when she was with you she had the 
best sex of her life," Rose said, smiling at me wickedly, 
enjoying I think the emotional pangs that this brought 
out in me.

"She said that huh? Wow," I remarked, shaking my head 
slightly.

"I think her exact words were 'Dean knows how to fuck a 
woman. It didn't matter when or where but he always could 
make you cum in floods'" Rose said, chuckling. An older 
couple at the table next to us shot Rose a dirty look, to 
which she stuck her tongue out at in return.

"That's quite a compliment coming from someone like 
Alyssa," I said quietly.

"Tell me about it. When she told me that, I went home 
that night and masturbated myself to a pretty hot orgasm 
thinking about you and her getting it on," Rose said. I 
almost choked on my drink.

"Really?" I said, clearing my throat.

"Definitely. I mean, I'm tempted to just grab you by that 
cute tie of yours, throw you onto one of these tables and 
jump your bones right here," Rose said. I felt my cock 
twitch slightly - it was this sort of brazen sexual 
boasting that had always managed to catch me off guard. I 
was amazed that we had managed to steer clear of such 
escapades before, given this predatorily sexuality she 
seemed to have within herself and my apparently uncanny 
knack for seducing some of Hollywood's top women.

I decided to play along with her boastings to see where 
they led.

"You would huh?" I said with a smile just as wicked as 
any that she had flashed me.

"Maybe not right here, but definitely in the restaurant. 
I love having sex in public, it feels so naughty and 
wrong, don't you think?" Rose said. I felt her foot brush 
against my pant leg underneath the table, her shoe off as 
her toes traced up in between my legs to my crotch. I 
adjusted myself slightly in my seat.

"So then what are you suggesting?" I asked.

"Well, let's eat first and let me scope this place out a 
bit for a good location. Then we can decide on that," 
Rose said. "That is, if you're up to it,"

"Just from Alyssa's boastings alone you know I am," I 
replied. Rose smiled at me and we just looked at each 
other in silence, my mind racing as I tried to ponder 
what this sexual lioness seemed to have in store. I was 
willing to try and do anything once, but when it came to 
situations like this I was far from creative in creating 
schemes.

Our food arrived a few minutes later and we sat eating in 
silence. However, Rose's foot had not left it's spot in 
between my legs and in fact seemed more than content to 
be there, her toes massaging my balls lightly through the 
fabric of my slacks and boxers. I felt a growing erection 
with every touch of my manhood by Rose and shifted a 
little in my seat to keep it from being too obvious if a 
waiter/waitress happened to walk by.

Rose had ordered another glass of wine and now it was her 
turn for her skin to be slightly flush, a pinkish hue 
forming on her cheeks as she drank the wine with her 
meal. When we had both finished, the waiter brought me 
the bill and as I was pulling out my credit card from my 
wallet, Rose stood up from her seat.

"I need to use the ladies room, I'll be right back," she 
purred, winking at me slightly. The waiter happened to 
catch it too.

"Is that Rose McGowan?" he asked. He was a college kid, 
probably barely old enough to drink the wine he served.

"Yes, it is. I'd introduce you two but we really must be 
going," I said to him. He nodded, a little disappointed 
but at least happy to have spotted a star on his shift. 
As soon as he left the table, I straightened out my hair 
and tie - this was the hint Rose had been waiting all 
this time to give me, and now it was show time. This 
would not be the first time I had engaged in a sexual 
romp in public, but it would most certainly be the most 
crowded place I had done so. I was trembling with 
excitement when the waiter brought back the receipt and I 
signed it.

"Tell her that I'm a big fan," he said to me as I stood 
up to leave.

"I will, and I'm sure she is thankful of your support," I 
replied, heading off towards the restrooms. 

They were located away from the main dining area, in a 
sort of corner of the restaurant. I passed some pay 
phones and lingered by them as a woman came out of the 
ladies room. I could hear the din of the restaurant from 
where I was in the hallway and made sure that no one saw 
me as I opened the ladies room door and slipped in 
quietly.

"Rose?" I called softly into the restroom. Soft 
background music played in a speaker above the door and 
the floor by the sinks and leading to the stalls was 
carpeted in a burgundy color that resembled the top that 
Rose was wearing.

"I'm in here. Lock the door," I heard her say from the 
far, handicap stall. "We don't have much time, so hurry 
up,"

I treaded quietly down towards where she was. I spotted 
her black shoes standing on the polished linoleum of the 
tile floor where the carpet stopped and the stall began.

"Is there anyone else in here?" I asked as I pushed the 
door open. Rose was standing naked by the toilet, her 
dress and top, not to mention her panties and bra slung 
over neatly on the metal bars of the stall. All she wore 
was her pair of black heels, which I realized were the 
"fuck me" style stiletto pumps, and a smile. Her nipples 
were small and pink on her ample breasts, a delicate 
touch of color to her otherwise pale and porcelain skin. 
Her cunt hair was trimmed in a small "V" shape that 
pointed directly between her thighs to her waiting box 
beneath.

"No, but even if there was I wouldn't care. Now show me 
what Alyssa was talking about Dean!" Rose said as she 
lunged at me, her warm body pressing against me as she 
leaned her mouth up and kissed me deeply. I wasted no 
time in removing my clothes while we kissed, laying them 
against the bar on top of hers as well. Both of us now 
naked, Rose broke the kiss as she squatted down beneath 
me and took my cock in her hand.

She jerked on it a few times, looking up at me with that 
devilish grin of hers. The sight of seeing her play with 
my prick, her dark red lipstick coated lips just a mere 
inch from my cock was almost enough to make me blow my 
load right there. And as her mouth devoured my cock 
hungrily, I had to lean back against the stall door with 
a thud to contain myself.

Rose was, without a doubt, the blow job queen of 
Hollywood. The things that she did to my prick with her 
tongue, the gentle brushing of the head with the back of 
her teeth, the way she sucked like only a well trained 
whore would, was so exquisite that it defined words. I 
gasped and shuddered as she went wild on my cock, bobbing 
her head up and down, her dark hair swinging wildly 
around her face and over her naked shoulders. Rose smiled 
up at me, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to lick the 
corners of her lips seductively. She gave my cock one 
final suck and then stood up.

Without saying a word, she lifted her leg like a dancer 
and placed it on the bar of the stall. For such a small 
woman, I was amazed at her flexibility. Her pussy gleamed 
with wetness as I aimed my cock for her waiting hole, and 
Rose grunted in pleasure as the tip of my cock worked its 
way into her body. Rose grasped tightly to my broad 
shoulders, steadying herself as I eased more of myself 
deep inside of her.

As I entered her fully, my balls resting at the base of 
her cunt, I felt her ample sized breasts pressed tightly 
against me, the smell of her body and the perfume she 
used flooding my nose as I inhaled with every breath. 
Rose held onto me firmly and I started to work myself in 
and out of her, not even bothering to do it slowly. Her 
knuckles were white as she held onto the walls for 
support, her legs rocking back and forth as I hunched 
into her, my prick plunging deep into her depths with 
every thrust, her body shuddering underneath me as she 
panted with her cheek pressed against my chest.

The position was a bit awkward but it did allow me a fair 
amount of leverage to flex my knees and bend Rose back 
slightly, her body arching with our thrusts. Rose's hips 
began to move in a circular motion with my pistoning in 
and out of her, rising up each time to meet me.

"Oh God Dean, fuck me harder!" Rose panted. I eagerly 
fulfilled her request, sawing myself in and out of her 
tight, wet pussy. Rose's cuntal lips were a rich red 
color beneath me, a striking contrast to the paleness of 
the rest of her body. Her hair had become matted against 
her forehead, two long strands pulled over her ears as 
she looked up at me, her eyes closed tightly and her 
mouth in a blissful "O" shape. I withdrew my cock for a 
moment, teasing along the outside of her clit to get her 
more aroused, the hard vein of my shaft rubbing against 
her womanhood before I plunged back into her.

We were moving like a blur now, our bodies one union of 
flesh and desire as the animal lust inside both of us 
took over and we didn't make love - we merely fucked. Two 
people, scratching a burning sexual need for one another, 
to feel the other's body as intimately as possible. 
Rose's head bobbed around on her shoulders, her hair 
swaying limply as she came on my cock, the only 
indication of her impending orgasm the heightened gasping 
and groaning pace she picked up. Rose was like an animal 
as we stood there, as deep inside one another as much as 
we could, racing towards an impending conclusion. Before 
I came though, there was something else I wanted to try.

Yanking my dick from out of Rose's pussy, I dropped her 
leg to the floor and spun her around hard, causing her to 
plant her palms on the far back wall. I gave her ass a 
playful slap - something inside told me that Rose liked 
her sex to be raw and a little rough - and then I placed 
my cockhead at the entrance to her ass. I was already 
well lubricated with her juices and as I plunged into 
her, I wasn't really surprised to find her ass an open 
and waiting hole, stretched who knows how many times 
before by other guys who were just too tempted to not 
fuck her in the ass.

"Ooooo!" Rose moaned. "That's just want I wanted!" 

Rose's hand left the wall and dropped down to her pussy, 
which she began to rub and fondle wildly as I slid deeper 
inside of her bowels. Her ass was a totally different 
experience than her cunt had been, one that was 
comfortingly tight but also loose enough to give me 
plenty of room to angle myself differently inside of her, 
penetrating her deeply up and down.

Her legs bucking a little underneath me, Rose bent over 
at the waist and moved her hands to the toilet seat, thus 
thrusting her ass up towards me. I used this extra 
angling to push further into her, my prick as far in as 
it could go as I screwed Rose at this angle. Any sort of 
intelligible comments Rose might have had were long gone, 
now replaced by animal grunts of pleasure and approval at 
my invasion into her ass.

I grabbed Rose by the waist with one hand while I used 
the other to reach under her and fondle one of her 
swaying tits, feelings the fleshy skin rubbing against my 
fingers. Her nipples were rock hard and as I squeezed 
them between two fingers, I felt Rose's body shake again 
as she came, a little bit of her pussy juice leaking out 
of her leg, her ass cheeks squeezing firmly against me.

My orgasm imminent, I removed myself from Rose's ass. She 
wasted no time in spinning around and opening her mouth 
dutifully as I stroked my cock a few times and began to 
shoot my load. I probably shot four or five times, one 
stream landing directly in her mouth while the others 
dripped down onto her cheeks and the nape of her neck, 
coating her heaving tits with my man juice.

Rose sucked off the last remaining droplets of cum and 
then cleaned herself off with some toilet paper. I 
watched her re-dress, slipping on her thong panties and 
stepping into her dress with her shoes still on, the 
fabric of the dress nudging itself up against her hips 
tightly. When we both had dressed, we exited from the 
stall.

Rose gave herself a quick look over in the mirror, 
reached into her purse and reapplied some makeup where my 
cum had washed it off and straightened my tie for me. 
Both composed and looking as if nothing had happened, 
Rose unlocked the bathroom door.

As she opened it, I was startled to see three elderly 
women standing around talking, obviously in urgent need 
of getting into the restroom now that it was unlocked. 
Rose exited first and gave them a cute little sneer at 
their obvious anger over being locked out, but when I 
emerged from the bathroom they put two and two together 
and scowled at me fiercely. All I could do was grin and 
shrug my shoulders sheepishly as I walked past them, 
their mouths agape as they struggled to try and say 
something.

I heard one of them moving behind us and for a second 
thought that she was going to confront us and make a big 
scene in the restaurant. But she instead went over to the 
nearest waiter and, her mouth by his ear, told him 
something that was no doubt about us. The waiter nodded 
solemnly and looked up at us as we continued to walk 
briskly through the restaurant. Rose's hips swayed 
seductively in front of me, her pert ass swishing back 
and forth as she walked. The waiter now began to give a 
slight chase after us, so I nudged Rose on the ass to 
hurry her along. As we reached the exit of the 
restaurant, a gaggle of waiters were now chattering off 
by the kitchen area, looking and pointing at us. I still 
had that same shit eating grin on my face, and almost 
burst into laughter as I spotted our waiter staring at 
me, his mouth open. Rose saw him too and winked at him, 
causing him to step back slightly as if he had been hit 
or something. I gave him a slight wave and we exited out 
into the hot heat of the afternoon.

Rose's car was parked off to the side of the restaurant 
and I walked her over to it. It was a convertible, 
something sporty, although I couldn't quite place the 
make. What I could place however, was that it's color 
bore a very similar resemblance in shade to the dark 
color of her pussy lips. I grinned at this as Rose hopped 
over the door in her skirt and started the engine. She 
slipped on her sunglasses and looked up at me.

"Well, I can say with all honesty that Alyssa was not 
lying when she said you were one great fuck," Rose said, 
that same predatory streak still throbbing inside of her.

"Thank you. You weren't so bad yourself you know," I 
replied, my hand on her door.

"That was fun, we should do this again some other time. 
Although, I don't think we will be allowed back here 
again, do you?" Rose said with a laugh.

"No, but don't worry...there are plenty of restaurants in 
Los Angeles," I replied. Rose smiled up at me and then 
backed out her car. I watched her go as she pulled into 
traffic and then headed over to my car.

*

The inside was hot and I stuck to the leather seats as I 
got inside. I debated for a moment going back to the 
office and doing some work, but my two encounters thus 
far in the day had left my clothes pretty sweaty, not to 
mention the rest of my body, and I decided it would 
probably be better to just go home and shower, maybe swim 
some in the pool, and see how I felt afterwards.

Heading onto the freeway, traffic was slow because a car 
had broken down about half a mile ahead of us. As I 
slowly crawled through traffic, gaining a few inches 
every 10 minutes or so, the car ahead (which had died in 
the middle lane) began to look familiar. I could see its 
driver, a young blond girl, talking loudly on a cell 
phone as she waved her arms around in the air. She was 
obviously upset, but something about her seemed familiar 
to me as I drew closer and closer, the rubberneckers 
ahead of me finally speeding up when they got the chance.

When I was just about five car lengths away or so, I 
finally put a connection to the car and to the face: it 
was Kirsten Dunst, whom I had a fling with just a few 
weeks back, and her little Miata had obviously bit the 
dust from the way the steam was coming out of it. Kirsten 
had the hood popped and was leaning over looking in 
amongst the billowing steam, talking to someone on her 
phone. As I neared her, I rolled down the passenger 
window and called out to her.

"Kirsten!" I said. She looked up, puzzled at first but 
her face shifting to a look of joy as she spotted me.

"Dean! Thank God you drove by! My car died right in the 
middle of the freeway and I'm talking to these lazy fucks 
at the towing company and they said that they can't get 
here for another 2 hours!" Kirsten said. She was 
sweating, her face red with what looked like a little bit 
of motor oil and grease. She wore a pair of jeans and an 
oversized t-shirt that covered the ampleness of her 
breasts. The shirt too looked sooty and dirty and I could 
tell from the look of anxiety on Kirsten's face that she 
was not happy.

"Hang on just a sec, let me pull over!" I said to her. 
She nodded and watched me as I accelerated slightly past 
her, pulling my car into a small spot in front of car, 
careful to not become another road hazard on the freeway. 
I stopped the car and got out, walking over to her. I 
really didn't know too much about cars myself, but I made 
it appear like I knew exactly what I was doing as I gazed 
in. I fiddled a knob here, touched a switch there and 
said "Hmm..." to myself a lot. Although I felt I was 
doing a good and convincing job, Kirsten wasn't buying 
it.

"You have no idea what you are doing either do you?" she 
said with a smile.

"No, I don't. But I looked pretty convincing, didn't I?" 
I said with a grin.

"That you did. Thanks for pulling over and stopping to 
help me, but I don't think there is much we can do till 
the towing company gets here," Kirsten said in an 
exasperated manner. She leaned against the side of the 
car with her arms folded as cars buzzed past us.

"Well, maybe. But let me try something real quick," I 
said to her, heading back to my car. Kirsten's eyes were 
hopeful as I punched in the office number on the phone.

After a few rings, I was surprised to hear Ashley, the 
young receptionist, answer.

"Shooting Stars, this is Ashley, how may I direct your 
call?" she said.

"Ashley, hey it's Dean. Boy, you sound very mature on the 
phone like that. Listen, I need a big favor," I said to 
her.

"Sure Dean, anything. What's up?"

"I'm here in the middle of the freeway with Kirsten 
Dunst, and her car broke down. She called a towing 
company and they said it would be two hours before she 
gets here. Now, Kirsten is top talent and neither she nor 
I have the time to sit here and wait. Soooo...I was 
wondering if you could call that towing company you 
worked for, what's it called?"

"Hollywood & Vine Towing?" Ashley replied.

"Yes, them. Could you call them and maybe see if they can 
send a driver out here for us quicker than two hours, 
maybe as a personal favor to you? Tell them I'll pay 
whatever it takes to make it happen," I said. The signal 
was a bit weak here on the freeway and all the cars made 
things a little noisy, but I think she got what I said 
clearly.

"Ok Dean, as soon as I hang up with you I will call them 
and see what I can do. Should I call you back on your 
cell phone?" Ashley asked.

"Yes, please. Thanks Ashley, you are a lot of help," I 
said, hanging up.

"I have my receptionist working on getting a tow out here 
as soon as possible. She used to work for a company and 
hopefully can pull some strings," I told Kirsten.

"I gathered that much by what you said," she replied in a 
smart-alecky manner. Kirsten was always very sharp on 
things like banter and that's what I liked about her: she 
resembled to me a lot of the great early 20s Hollywood 
actresses who had great looks and a salacious wit. 

"Let's wait in my car for her to call back, ok" I said to 
Kirsten. "No need to give these rubberneckers something 
else to look at,"

We climbed in and I turned on the air as we sat quietly 
inside the car. I remembered the conversation with Damon 
earlier in the morning and thought more about it as I 
sat. For some reason, the question kept plaguing me. I 
asked Kirsten what she thought.

"Hypothetically speaking Kirsten, if you weren't an 
actress what do you think you would do?" I said to her.

"Hmm...well, I've always liked science and things like 
that. But I think I might just be a businesswoman of some 
sort, someone who makes important decisions and keeps the 
wheels of a company turning, that sort of thing. I have 
never really thought about it to tell you the truth, 
since I've acted for as long as I can remember," Kirsten 
said.

"Would you ever leave Hollywood?" I asked.

"Oh no. Now that I'm finally getting big, this is like a 
dream come true. Say what you want about the scandals and 
backstabbing and shady deals that go on in this town, but 
this is the land of fantasy, of dreams. And once you are 
a part of that, be it as an actress or as an agent, I 
couldn't imagine even thinking about leaving it all 
behind," Kirsten replied. Her deep eyes locked onto mine 
and held them for a second. They burned with a deep fire 
of solidity in her feelings, un-swaying at all in her 
goals.

"So you wouldn't have any desire to just walk away, 
settle down with some girl, have a few kids and just live 
out your days as a nobody?" I said to her, locking her 
gaze.

"What are you implying Dean? Are you asking me to marry 
you?" Kirsten said, a little taken aback.

"No, no, no!" I said with a laugh. "I just mean do you 
like this lifestyle so much that even true love or the 
man of your dreams, which I'm not saying by any stretch 
is me, couldn't pull you away?" 

"Well, you should never say never. But acting is who I am 
and without it, I would be an empty person. Hasn't the 
Hollywood world taken over you too, do you actually think 
you could leave it and go back home again?" Kirsten 
asked, turning the tables a little bit.

I opened my mouth to reply, but was stumped. "I don't 
know," I finally stammered. "I always thought I would do 
this forever but as you said, never say never,"

There was a silence between us for a second and I thought 
that Kirsten was going to say something in reply, but 
suddenly the phone rang, startling us both.

"Hey Ashley, what do you got for me?" I said.

"Ok, I called Bill on his mobile phone and you happen to 
be right in luck. Kirsten, I mean Ms. Dunst's stalled car 
has backed traffic up for 10 miles and he is in the 
middle of it. I told him where you were and he said he 
was about 5 miles away from there on the freeway and 
could probably get to you in about 20 minutes or so. That 
is, if you still need a tow?" Ashley said.

"That's great Ashley. Thank you so much for your help. 
And just for that, I'm giving you a three dollar an hour 
raise!" I said to her kindly. I was greeted in response 
by a shrill, excited scream.

"Dean THANK YOU! Wow! You are the greatest guy ever! 
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she 
said in my ear, in that high pitched voice only teenage 
girls have.

"You're welcome. Now, breath in and then do something 
else for me: head on home for the day. Your raise starts 
tomorrow, but since I let Damon go early, you can get out 
of there too. Just remember to set the alarm, ok?" I 
replied.

"Ok! Thank you Dean, you are the best boss in the world," 
she said. I hung up the phone and looked at Kirsten who 
was smirking at me.

"I'm apparently the best boss in the world," I said with 
a grin.

"And you think you wouldn't miss that?" Kirsten said with 
a laugh. "When is the truck going to get here?"

"Well, it seems Ms. Dunst that the delay by your car has 
blocked traffic for 10 miles behind us and the tow man 
won't be able to get here for another 20 minutes or so," 
I replied to her in a smart ass tone. Kirsten hugged me.

"You are the best boss AND the best agent in the world," 
she said, kissing me on the cheek. There was an awkward 
pause as she still held her arms against my neck.

"You know, we haven't seen each other since that stuff 
happened with your brother," she said in a sultry kind of 
voice. "And I have to say that I have missed you and 
your...well, you know," she said, sliding her hand down 
to the front of my pants. Reluctantly, I pushed it away.

"Easy there kiddo. Let's let the tow man come first then 
we can get reacquainted, ok?" I said to her, holding her 
small hand in my own, much larger hand.

"Ok," she said with a sigh. She turned her attention to 
my stereo and flipped through the stations. Finding a pop 
station, she lip synched along to a Britney Spears song 
while I laughed and joked with her. The time passed 
quickly and as I glanced up in my rear view mirror, I 
spotted two blinking yellow, flashing lights heading our 
way.

The tow truck managed to squeeze in ahead of me and the 
driver, a short stocky and balding man, stepped out. I 
got out of the car to introduce myself while Kirsten 
lingered behind.

"You must be Bill. Thank you for coming by, you are a 
life saver," I said to him, shaking his hand. His palm 
and fingernails were dirty with grease and grime but his 
grip was strong and he gave me a polite smile as we 
shook.

"I was on my way out your direction anyways, but I was 
glad that I could help Ashley out. I always liked that 
girl," Bill said, leaning against his tow truck. "Where 
do you want the car towed?"

"Your lot will be fine. Kirsten will come by very quickly 
to pick it up, right Kirsten?" I said.

"Yes. Thank you sir, you are too kind," Kirsten said, 
shaking his hand. Bill's face blossomed into a sort of 
embarrassed smile.

"No..no problem Ms. Dunst. It's not every day that I get 
to help out a beautiful young woman like you. And might I 
add, me and the boys at the shop loved you in Spiderman," 
Bill said.

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the movie. I can't wait 
to start on the sequel," Kirsten said.

"Well, I should get to work I guess," Bill said with a 
sigh. His demeanor changed to the gruff, business motif 
as he walked past us.

"I need you to move your car sir. Just try getting around 
me when there is a break in traffic and pull up ahead if 
you don't mind," Bill said. I nodded and started my car, 
waiting for a few seconds as a line of trucks carrying 
some migrant workers passed. Cutting sharply, I followed 
his directions and our blocked line of traffic advanced 
further into the road as I pulled in front of him.

I got out of the car and stood by Kirsten as we watched 
him hook a towing rig to the bottom of her car and then 
throw a switch on the back. The car lurched forward 
slightly and began to raise up, sliding its back wheels 
onto the platform of the flat bed of the tow truck. When 
it was on securely, Bill wrapped some chains under the 
wheels and gave it a final tug before climbing back into 
the truck. I stood by his rolled down driver's window.

"I should be back at the office in about 30 minutes or 
so, but feel free to come by whenever is convenient. And 
talk to Raul about payment when you get there. He's our 
new replacement since you took Ashley from us," Bill said 
with a smile. We waved to him as he drove off. Kirsten 
and I climbed back into my car and watched him go as we 
headed off on the freeway.

Once we were cruising along, Kirsten turned to me.

"That was great of you for stopping Dean. You always seem 
to be my knight in shining armor," she said to me. "Now, 
about that relationship..."

"I wouldn't call it a relationship, but go on," I 
replied.

"If it's not a relationship then what is it? I mean, I 
know we haven't had any real dates or anything but it 
always seems like we are together in moments of turmoil," 
she said. "So then are we fuck buddies?"

I laughed. "Fuck buddies. Hmm, I like the sound of that," 
I said.

Kirsten smirked at me. "Well then, fuck buddy, I guess I 
shouldn't disappoint and not fulfill my end of the 
relationship, er, friendship,"

Kirsten leaned in close to my cheek and gave me a soft 
kiss. Her tongue extended from her mouth as she gave my 
jaw a gentle lick with her tongue. She then proceeded up 
my face to my ear, where she began to kiss and tickle it 
with her tongue. It was a little uncomfortable, having to 
deal with it while I was driving, but the feel of her hot 
breath on my ear sent a chill down my spine.

Kirsten took my face in her hands and turned me to face 
her. She planted a deep, soul searching kiss on my lips, 
her tongue entering my mouth. The kiss was very brief, 
but for the third time today I felt my cock stirring in 
my pants.

Breaking the kiss, Kirsten moved her small hand to my 
crotch and rubbed it with her fingers, slipping two 
fingers underneath my balls as she played with them 
gently. Her thumb and forefinger moved to my zipper and 
slowly pulled it down. I squirmed slightly as I felt her 
cool hand slip into my pants and boxers and pull out my 
hardening cock into the air of the car.

Kirsten gave it a few soft tugs to get me at full length, 
then quickly put her mouth on my cock, wrapping the head 
between those sultry lips of hers. She bobbed her head up 
and down somewhat on my cock, not deep-throating me but 
certainly taking in more than a mouthful. I was just 
getting into it when Kirsten lifted her mouth and looked 
at me again.

"By the way, where are we going?" she asked.

"I was planning on going back to my house. I need a 
shower, I've been busy this morning," I replied. I moved 
one hand over to her hair, letting my fingers trace 
through her blond locks as the silky strands fell like 
water through the space between my fingers.

"Ok, sounds good to me," Kirsten replied. "Besides, there 
is something waiting for you there if we can get there on 
time,"

"What do you mean?" I asked, but it was too late. 
Kirsten's head dropped back down to my cock, sucking on 
it like a lollipop. She nestled her nose against my sac, 
the hot breath escaping from her nostrils causing my 
balls to stir in their sack. I moved my hand back to her 
head, only this time to hold it onto my lap as I drove 
(admittedly a little haphazardly) while she sucked me 
off.

Kirsten was really going to town on me now, her tongue 
tracing up and down along my shaft nimbly as she enjoyed 
the pleasure of my cock in her mouth. I could see her 
nipples hardening in her shirt, pressing against the 
loose fabric of the baggy cloth, her eyes closed in 
intense focus as she moved her mouth over my organ.

I relaxed against the seat and simply enjoyed the 
feeling, shuddering every now and then when her tongue 
would touch a sensitive spot on my prick. I rotated 
Kirsten's head around in a circular motion as she slipped 
more and more of my dick down her throat, still not 
getting it all the way into her mouth and throat. 

I exited the freeway and came to a stoplight, feeling a 
little awkward as she continued to tease my prick with 
her young, hot mouth as cars idled next to me at the 
intersection. Kirsten removed my cock from her mouth and 
panted a little, taking the head and rubbing it against 
her lips and cheeks, a small drop of precum smearing a 
liquid streak on her face.

Dropping her head back down onto my prick, Kirsten 
continued sucking on it like a candy cane, seeming to 
enjoy every moment of it. I accelerated as the light 
turned green and as Kirsten's mouth motions kept on my 
cock, I felt my foot press down harder on the 
accelerator, upping the speed of the massive SUV I was 
driving. I watched the speedometer as I tried to stay 
focused on driving and not accidentally swerving into 
another lane - 45, 50, 60 mph...I watched the needle 
slide further to the right. Up ahead I saw the next 
stoplight change from green to yellow and as I slowed 
things down with much control (my body was telling me one 
thing, my mind another), I felt an orgasm bubbling up.

"Kirsten, I'm going to shoot!" I said to her with a gasp.

"Let me swallow it," she said, lifting her mouth from my 
cock for a moment before returning to the fleshy pole, 
sucking hard like a vacuum. I watched her cheeks suck in, 
her cute dimples tight as she worked on my dick, when the 
first wave of sperm shot forth into her mouth. My 
cockhead jerked slightly in her mouth, causing me to buck 
my hips upward towards Kirsten's face as another stream 
shot forth. Kirsten's throat muscles worked overtime as 
she swallowed the salty load, part of her cheeks filling 
with my seed.

My orgasm subsided but Kirsten kept moving her tongue 
over my prick, causing a sudden and quite pleasurable 
after orgasm wad to dribble from my cock into her mouth. 
She swallowed that too and with one more deep swallow, 
she dropped her mouth to the base of my shaft one more 
time before finally lifting her mouth. Kirsten leaned 
back in her seat, her face red and her cheeks flustered 
as she grinned at me. I saw a small bubble of cum leak 
between her teeth as she played with my load in her 
mouth, opening it to show a cute pink tongue covered with 
the sticky white fluid. Kirsten closed her mouth again 
and swallowed it all down like a porn star, smiling again 
at me as she reclined in her seat and took a breath.

Reaching her hand over to my cock, she wiped off one last 
dribble of cum that had seeped out of the head with her 
finger. Opening her shirt wide enough for me to see that 
she wasn't wearing a bra, she rubbed the cum onto the 
cleft between her breasts, smearing it into her skin.

"That's a reminder for later," she said with a grin. She 
zipped my fly back up and crossed her legs on the seat as 
I turned into my gated neighborhood and drove down the 
quite street, it's sides lined with expensive mansions 
and pristinely manicured lawns.

"Well, that was a lot of fun. I do hope that you stay 
here in Los Angeles Dean. I couldn't imagine not having 
my fuck buddy around when I needed him," Kirsten said to 
me as I pulled into my driveway and stopped the car. As I 
climbed out, I could hear loud music coming from one of 
the houses on the street and to my left I saw a row of 
very expensive cars from all over the world parked along 
the street.

"Hmm...guess my neighbors are having a party," I thought 
to myself. I took Kirsten's hand and walked to my front 
door, the lock clicking into place as I opened the door.

*

"Come on Kirsten, you can make yourself comfortable while 
I take a shower if you want," I said to her as we both 
walked in. Heading towards the living room, I flipped on 
a light switch.

"SURPRISE!!!" a chorus of voices yelled at me, almost 
making me jump out of my skin in surprise. As my eyes 
adjusted to the light, I saw a roomful of people I 
recognized. And in the middle of it all was Damon.

"Surprise Dean!" he said enthusiastically as I walked in, 
checking out the swarm of people who stood in my living 
room.

"What is this?" I said to him, rubbing my head in 
puzzlement.

"Remember our conversation this morning? You sounded 
pretty set on leaving LA so I made a few calls to some of 
our clients who were in town and figured that if you 
really WERE going to leave town, we might as well have a 
party for you, no?" Damon replied, slapping me on the 
back and ushering me in further to the living room.

I glanced around the room, spotting practically an A-list 
of actors, actresses, directors, musicians and other 
various people whom I knew we represented. They were all 
beaming and smiling at me, some with drinks in their 
hands, some without. All looked happy and as I walked 
more into the room they all approached me, shaking my 
hand and saying hello.

"Dean, you're the best. Don't ever leave," said Brad 
Pitt.

"Hollywood wouldn't be the same without you," said Ridley 
Scott

"I couldn't bear to go to any other agency if you left," 
said Christina Ricci.

The accolades and warm greetings made me smile broadly as 
I shook hands - some of these people I hadn't seen in a 
long time, others I had talked to in the part few weeks. 
I had to admit that I was completely surprised and had 
been totally duped into this without realizing it, but it 
brought a great joy in my heart to see everyone here. 
Kirsten had been a part of the planning too I realized, 
although she had since left my hand and had gone around 
to mingle with everyone else at the party.

Damon came up to me and swept me away towards the bar, 
where other stars had congregated.

"I don't know if you really were planning on leaving or 
not Dean, but I promise you that once this party is over, 
you will definitely have second thoughts about leaving it 
all behind," he said. "Now get yourself a drink, mingle, 
and enjoy. I have a certain Best Actress of 2001 named 
Halle Berry to go talk to if you don't mind," 

Damon disappeared and I went to the bar, pouring myself 
my old favorite - a scotch on the rocks - and proceeded 
to walk around the room, shaking hands and holding 
conversations about Hollywood, big budget films and 
projects that were in the works. As the sun crept down 
outside, more people continued to arrive; so many that I 
started to lose count and didn't even pay attention as 
they came and went through my front door.

By 8:00 or so, I had a nice buzz going and some of the 
crowd had thinned out. In my pleasurable state, I noticed 
that most of those who were left were actresses of 
various caliber and star power, a fact that I wasn't 
upset about in the least. I was in the middle of a deep 
conversation with Sharon Stone when Damon tapped his 
glass with a spoon and drew everyone into the living 
room.

"Ladies and...well, the four or five gentlemen who are 
left," Damon said, eliciting a laugh from the partygoers. 
"For our guest of honor tonight, three of the firms up 
and coming young talent have volunteered, and quite 
willingly I might add, to put on a little show for Dean 
and everyone else who might be interested. So without 
further ado, I present to you the star of "Smallville" 
Kristen Kreuk, the star of "10 Things I Hate About You" 
and the all grown up Larisa Oleynik and one of the many 
Oscar holders in the room tonight, Anna Paquin as they 
show us old folks how the kids get down these days!"

Everyone clapped and cheered as Damon dimmed the lights 
by the middle of the room with a switch. The music on the 
stereo changed to some "booty dancing" mix as the three 
girls walked in from a closed door at the end of the hall 
to take a spot underneath the lights that hung above 
them, normally used to spotlight a rare "Citizen Kane" 
movie poster.

As the music came on, they looked a little nervous and 
just a little tipsy on their feet as they began to sway 
to the rhythm. I was pushed down onto the couch for a 
front row view by someone behind me and I got a good look 
at the young ladies whose hips had already started to 
shake and move around to the bass line of the song.

Kristen Kreuk was on the left. Dressed in a pair of very 
tight fitting jeans and a red halter top, her long brown 
hair slung over her shoulders, she wore no shoes as she 
placed her hands on the hips of Larisa Oleynik, who was 
in the middle of the "stage". Larisa's outfit was similar 
to Kristen in that she wore a halter top, but the 
similarities seemed to stop there: she had on a pair of 
jean shorts that seemed to cling to her sexy, tight ass 
like a second skin and a pair of white tennis shoes that 
completed her innocent girl look.

Her eyes were closed, her body already lost to the flow 
of the music. Anna Paquin wore just a simple black 
miniskirt that reached up to her wide but rounded hips 
and an open, light blue blouse that had obviously been 
pulled open to allow the most skin area as possible and 
to be sure to show her firm breasts as they pushed 
against her white bra.

The tempo of the music picked up and the girls began to 
move of their own accord, dancing and grinding first 
independently of each other, but occasionally bumping 
hips and asses to the music. Larisa and Anna, it became 
quite clear, had indulged themselves a bit in the free 
flowing liquor and wine of the party, for they giggled 
wildly whenever they came close to each other. Kristen on 
the other hand, seemed to dancing perfectly fine (albeit 
very sexily) without any ties or restraints holding her 
back in getting her groove on.

I glanced around the room and noticed that some of the 
people who had been there for Damon's announcement, 
including Damon himself, had left the room. The people 
that remained seemed to be paired off in couples, with 
only a few actually paying attention to the girls. Like 
me though, there were a few stragglers who couldn't seem 
to take their eyes off the hot starlets as they put on a 
show for me and whomever else happened to be in the room.

I watched as the three of them slowly began to drift 
closer together, arms shaking and moving to the beat, 
rubbing against each other at first playfully, then it 
seemed with more deliberate purpose. Kristen put her arms 
around Larisa's hips, thrusting her fingers into the 
pockets of her shorts as she pulled Larisa's ass tightly 
against her own crotch. Larisa leaned her head back onto 
Kristen's shoulders as they both moved in time with one 
another, the heat radiating from their young bodies 
seeming to make the room at least a few degrees hotter.

Letting go of Larisa's hips, it was Anna's turn to bump 
and grind close with the very beautiful former "Alex 
Mack" star. They pressed in close to one another, their 
mouths just a few inches apart as their breasts rubbed 
each other through the thin material of their shirts. 
Anna's hand slid from it's resting place on Larisa's hip 
towards her tummy, slipping her fingers underneath 
Larisa's shirt and tickling her stomach. Larisa giggled 
wildly and smiled, returning the favor by putting her 
hands onto Anna's breasts and squeezing them lightly. 
They both laughed and stepped back away from one another, 
but Larisa bumped into Kristen's legs and the 
"Smallville" star pushed her forward again into Anna's 
open arms. 

They seemed to forget about the music now as Anna's hands 
pulled Larisa in tightly against her. Kristen stepped 
forward and put her hands on Larisa's ass, holding her in 
Anna's embrace. Anna's eyes locked with Larisa's and with 
a deft motion, she leaned in forward and kissed Larisa on 
the lips. I don't think I was the only male in the room 
whose cock jumped in their pants at watching that. Larisa 
looked puzzled for a moment as the kiss ended, but didn't 
pull away.

She bent her head forward slightly and kissed Anna back, 
only this time the kiss was longer and much, much hotter. 
I watched as the two girls hips bumped into one another, 
the kiss continuing into a more passionate embrace now as 
they wrapped their arms around one another tightly. Not 
wanting to be outdone, Kristen's hands moved from 
Larisa's ass to the front of Anna's skirt, where she 
traced her fingers over Anna's pubic mound through the 
miniskirt material.

Larisa paused from the kiss and looked back at Kristen, 
then at Anna. Stepping to the side of them, she allowed 
the two girls to begin their own kiss, which was a scene 
that I'm sure would have many a science fiction geek 
drooling at the prospect of watching. Kristen bent her 
head slightly as Anna's tongue moved into her mouth, 
allowing for a more proper and intended kiss that was far 
from innocent.

Larisa watched the two girls embrace and, without a 
moment's hesitation, stepped between them and proceeded 
to lift off her shirt, revealing a nice set of b-cup 
breasts clad in their bra. Larisa looked around a little 
uneasily not at the rest of the room, but at the two 
girls, who had stopped to watch her. I think they were 
all oblivious at that point as to us being there watching 
them - they were too engrossed with one another.

Smiling at the two of them, Larisa reached behind her 
back and unclasped her bra, allowing her breasts to fall 
free under the hot light of the lamps overhead. Her 
nipples were a soft, innocent pink color and were medium 
sized in comparison to the rest of her breasts. Her upper 
body was supple hourglass shape, her only item of 
clothing now just the tight jean shorts she wore.

Larisa moved back to the two girls, who had lost interest 
in each other and quickly began fondling the breasts of 
young Larisa. Kristen lowered her mouth to Larisa's 
breast and began suckling it as she unzipped her own 
jeans, pulling them down her legs to leave her in nothing 
but a pair of skimpy black panties. I could see the small 
mass of pubic hair pushing against the material of her 
underwear and couldn't wait to see if they would 
disappear from her body as well.

Anna meanwhile was busy rubbing Larisa's breast with one 
hand while she slid her hand up under her skirt to play 
with herself with the other. The three girls moved in 
unison as they sat down on the floor, free from having to 
stand up to gain access to one another. Larisa leaned 
back against the wall as Kristen moved in over her, 
locking her lips onto Larisa's own.

Kristen held her lips over Larisa's bottom lip, sucking 
on it gently before letting it slide out of her mouth. 
Anna removed her hand from between her legs and began to 
unbutton her own shirt, sliding it off her shoulders onto 
the floor and pulling her bra straps down so that the 
support of the garment came free of her C cup breasts and 
wrapped itself down by her stomach.

Kristen's clothes were the last to go out of this hot 
threesome, as Larisa and Anna helped her remove her shirt 
and panties, leaving her exotic body nude on the floor of 
my living room. Kristen scooted on her knees over between 
Anna's legs and pulled her skirt up to her waist, 
bunching up the material so that she could get at the hot 
pussy underneath. Larisa meanwhile, moved to behind 
Kristen and, licking two of her fingers, plunged them 
into Kristen with a youthful enthusiasm. Kristen's back 
arched, but she was now too occupied with eating out 
Anna, whose legs were spread around her head on the 
floor.

Kristen's mouth suckled on Anna's slightly hair pussy 
lips, taking her aroused clit gently between her teeth 
and tongue and biting down just softly enough to cause 
Anna to moan in pleasure. Releasing the clit, Kristen 
lapped her tongue around Anna's outer lips, tasting her 
sweet juices that had slowly began to trickle out from 
her sex.

The room was filled with a squishing sound as Larisa 
plunged her fingers in and out of Kristen's cunt, the 
sopping wet noise only drowned out by the occasional moan 
from one of the girls. Larisa was rubbing her own pussy 
just about as fast as she was fucking Kristen's and I 
watched with excitement as Larisa's face scrunched up 
slightly and she orgasmed onto her own hand.

Anna played with Kristen's hair as the girl ate her out, 
Kristen's aroused nipples brushing the floor as she moved 
her body in a steady rhythm to the fucking Larisa was 
giving her and her head bobbing between Anna's legs. 
Anna's hand was pinching her own nipples now, squeezing 
the slightly darker pink tips of her beautiful breasts. 
Kristen noisily licked at Anna's pussy, causing the girl 
to orgasm after just a few hot moves by her tongue. 
Larisa had lowered her mouth onto Kristen's cunt and 
continued working a finger in and out, probing and 
enjoying the heavenly taste of another young woman.

"Ohhh Godddd!!! Don't stop!" cried Kristen in response to 
Larisa's actions. It was quite clear to me and the 
handful of other guys who had moved near me to watch this 
scene that Larisa had no intentions of stopping. 
Straightening herself up, Anna unzipped her skirt and 
bent down by Kristen's face to kiss her, licking her own 
juices off the cheeks of the half Dutch, half Chinese 
beauty. They exchanged the kiss for a minute or before 
Anna broke it and stood up. Kristen, with much 
reluctance, moved herself away from Larisa as the three 
girls repositioned themselves.

Larisa moved to the center of the floor and laid down 
flat on her back as Anna and Kristen climbed over her and 
positioned themselves in near perfect positions. Anna 
kneeled on her knees, her wet snatch just over Larisa's 
mouth, while Kristen extended her body in a 69 position 
to give herself access to Larisa's sweet, almost hairless 
pussy.

Kristen too was on her knees with her ass in the air, 
which created an unforgettable scene: Larisa laying prone 
on her back, her mouth busily licking away at Anna's 
sweet box. Anna herself burying her face inside of 
Kristen's elevated cunt, while Kristen focused her mouth 
solely on licking at Larisa's hot box. It was an 
incredible sight to see, a sort of triangle of teenage 
lust taking place in front of a very excited and cheering 
mass of men. 

Some of the guys had taken their cocks out and were 
stroking them away from tangled girls on the floor, while 
others simply just stood and watched, too embarrassed I 
suppose to expose themselves in public like that. 
Personally, I fought the urge to jerk myself off 
fiercely, rather enjoying watching three clients find 
lust with one another than trying to please myself.

The girls stayed in the afore mentioned position for a 
few minutes, grinding and moving with one another as they 
all sought mutual orgasms. Larisa, who was on the 
benefiting end of things by far, was the first to cum: 
her body seemed to twitch off the floor as she bounced 
her ass cheeks off the floor in an excited sort of 
squeal. We could all see her tongue buried deep inside of 
Anna, a trickle of womanly juice running down the sides 
of her mouth. Larisa came with a violent thrust off the 
ground and I thought for a moment that they would all 
topple over. However, they managed to stay as they were 
and keep at one another.

Having cum already for the second time in less than 30 
minutes, Larisa seemed to be losing some steam in her 
pace, which became more gentle now as she sucked and 
teased Anna's cunt with her hand and mouth. It was still 
enough however, for Anna to get herself off, a loud grunt 
coming from her pussy covered mouth as she came onto 
Larisa's waiting mouth, some of her juices trickling down 
Larisa's chest to her pert teenage tits and stomach.

Anna scooted up further along Larisa's body, resting part 
of her ass on Larisa's chest, crushing her tits beneath 
her full, round ass so that she could turn her attention 
to Kristen. Larisa wiped off some of Anna's juices with 
her finger and used it to move her thumb and forefinger 
first into Anna's soaked pussy, then wiggling a finger 
into her asshole. Anna moaned again but still seemed 
steadfast at making Kristen cum.

Throughout all of this, I had only seen one noticeable 
orgasm by Kristen, which led me to believe that this hot 
new starlet for the firm had at least some experience in 
getting her pussy eaten out. Her body glistened in the 
light of the room, sweat covering it as she finally 
lifted her panting mouth from between Larisa's legs and 
simply enjoyed the sensations of feeling Anna's soft 
cheeks and lips nestled on top of her twat. 

Her hips began to move around in a small circle as Anna 
dug her fingers into Kristen's smooth, firm ass, her 
mouth not missing a beat on the other young woman. Anna 
pulled her head back slightly and grinned at all of us in 
the room, making eye contact with me (which was the first 
acknowledgement that they all knew we were there) and 
holding my gaze as I watched her pink tongue touch and 
brush inside of Kristen's darker pink love tunnel.

Shaking her head back and forth, Anna pushed her mouth 
completely on top of Kristen's cunt and held it there. 
Though I couldn't see what magical technique Anna had 
saved for the end with her tongue, the effect of it 
became obvious: crying out so loudly that anyone in the 
house would have heard, Kristen's cunt exploded in 
orgasm, her juices literally dripping out of her snatch 
and onto Larisa's stomach as Kristen finally collapsed in 
exhaustion on top of the two girls, her chest heaving as 
her breasts were crushed against the floor.

The three girls finally stopped their extremely erotic 
show as they lay in a panting, sticky, sweaty heap on the 
floor. A couple of guys had blown their loads on the 
floor (I wasn't too worried...I'm sure the maid coming 
tomorrow would clean it all up), but had managed to zip 
up and we all stood up to give the three young actresses 
a standing ovation, some whistles and cheers thrown in 
for what was undoubtedly one of the hottest things I had 
ever seen.

The clapping seemed to rouse Kristen from her exhausted 
state as she looked up at the room smiling, her eyes in 
sort of a daze. I don't think she knew everyone had been 
watching, but judging by the big grin on her face, she 
didn't seem to care. The girls untangled themselves and 
sorted out the various articles of clothing that had been 
strewn everywhere, giggling and whispering to one another 
as they did so.

Still naked, they wrapped themselves in a tight hug and 
shared a hot three way kiss, tongues writhing and licking 
each other's mouth, which only brought out MORE cheers 
from the guys and myself. Breaking the kiss finally, they 
held hands and, like a theatrical performance, all took a 
bow together, their nude and lithe teenage bodies a 
beautiful site to behold as they all glowed from their 
orgasms.

*

The crowd dispersed and I stood up and stretched, looking 
around to see where most of the other people had gone to. 
I saw that many had moved around to various parts of the 
first floor, leaning in doorways and talking, or sitting 
in chairs and drinking with one another. I was about to 
get up and fetch a drink for myself when I was tapped on 
the shoulder.

Turning around to look, I was greeted to the lovely site 
of Rachel Weisz leaning against the back of the couch. 
She wore a knee length floral dress and a white cotton 
blouse, which made her rich black hair even more 
pronounced than it was already on this beautiful 
creature.

"Hello Dean. Lovely home you have here," she said to me 
in that sultry British accent that I had always loved 
about women from across the pond.

"Thank you. It actually was my father's but I try to keep 
it in good and tasteful order," I replied, standing up. 
Rachel was leaning against the couch, her narrow hips 
pressing against the soft tan leather of the seat as she 
cradled one elbow with her hand while the other held a 
drink.

"Yes, I think I remember you telling me about that. You 
got it all when he died, correct?" she asked.

"Right you are. I'm glad you could come by tonight 
Rachel, it's been a while since I've seen you. How are 
things?" I asked.

"Good, good. So is it true, are you really leaving your 
company?" Rachel asked. That seemed to be the question of 
the night, and I had no particular answer yet.

"Not sure. I'm going to see how I feel by the party's end 
I think," I said with a grin.

"Ah, yes. Oh! That reminds me! I have a gift for you. If 
you are leaving Hollywood, consider it a parting gift. If 
not, well it can be what you American's call a 
housewarming gift," Rachel said. 

"I love any kind of gifts. Where is it?" I asked.

"Well, follow me love and I'll show you," Rachel said, 
turning away and heading towards the stairs that led to 
the row of rooms in the house. I heeded her directions 
and followed - if her "gift" was what I was hoping it 
was, it would be coming at a much needed time, especially 
considering the wonderful floor show I had just seen.

I followed her upstairs as Rachel headed down the left 
hallway, towards my bedroom. How she knew which one was 
mine, I'll never know. I was a step or so behind her, but 
as I got to the door after her passing through the 
doorway, she suddenly turned and shut the door in my face 
rudely.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice!" I said to her in light 
heartedly pissed off voice.

"Patience Dean love. I need a minute to prepare your 
gift," she said through the door. I heard some rustling 
in the room and tried the door handle, but she had locked 
me out of my own bedroom! A couple passed me as they 
headed down the stairs, giving me a quizzical look. I 
ignored them and continued to try the door knob. There 
was silence in the room for a minute or so, then I heard 
the soft click of the door being unlocked and pulled open 
slightly.

Pushing in on the middle of the door, it slowly creaked 
open. The room was dark except for a candle on the 
bedside table and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw 
Rachel laying seductively on the bed, the rumpled sheets 
balled up around her nude body. The pose she was in was 
the classical painters nude portrait position, and given 
the small amount of light in the room, Rachel looked 
picturesque as she laid there. Stepping into the room 
fully and closing the door behind me, I saw that Rachel 
held something in her hand: a very large rubber dildo.

I was anxious to get down to business, and as I started 
taking off my clothes, Rachel sat up and put her hand out 
in a gesture to stop me.

"No. Stay dressed. That's not what I had planned for 
you," Rachel said. I was a little disappointed as I 
wrapped my belt around my waist again and I guess the 
disappointment showed.

"Don't get me wrong Dean, I'm very flattered and 
truthfully, if I wasn't married then I wouldn't hesitate 
to take you up on the offer," Rachel said. "But I am 
married and I don't want to break those vows,"

"Then why are you laying naked in my bedroom with soft 
lighting and a sex toy in your hand?" I asked a little 
incredulously.

"Just because I won't have sex doesn't mean we can't have 
a little bit of fun," Rachel said with a grin. "Now, come 
sit over by me on the bed, won't you love?"

I sat next to her on the bed as she asked, unable to 
resist the urge to brush her silky thigh with my hand. I 
started to drop my hand lower but Rachel pushed it away.

"The gift I got you Dean was actually a gift for me 
personally. I picked it up at my favorite adult store 
before coming here tonight and was going to use it to 
occupy myself tonight, since my husband is far away," 
Rachel said. "But when I saw those three girls buggering 
each other, and especially the way you seemed to enjoy 
watching it, I thought that you might be interested in 
this too," Rachel said.

"So then you want me to watch you get yourself off, is 
that it?" I asked. I didn't mind it by any means - Rachel 
was an exquisitely beautiful woman, but her leading me up 
here under somewhat false pretenses was a little 
disappointing.

"You can watch. Or...you can try it out for yourself if 
you want. I'm sure that, given your reputation at being 
skilled in handling large objects like this thing here," 
she said, waving the dildo slightly by her face. "You can 
probably get me off without too much trouble, no?"

I grinned. "I'm sure that getting you off will be no 
trouble,"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Rachel replied with a 
smirk. I took the large sex toy from her - it was a deep 
blue color, the head about half the size of my fist, and 
the shaft nearly that thick. It was indeed long, probably 
close to 12 inches in length. I held it at it's base and 
scooted up so that I could lay near her belly, tracing 
the toy over her tummy.

I moved it very slowly over the fine downy hair of her 
lower mid-section, tickling her a bit as my hand moved 
the dildo down the natural curves of her thighs. I 
brushed the head against Rachel's slit, causing her to 
shudder slightly in anticipation as I worked it over her 
small mass of dark, rich pubic hair. I couldn't resist 
the urge to get my other hand involved, so I slid a 
finger to her wet and waiting opening, dipping the tip of 
my finger inside of her hole as I moved the toy further 
up her body to touch upon her aroused nipples.

Her nipples were a beautiful shade of red, seeming to 
glow on her elegant nude frame as they jutted from her 
breasts. Rachel watched my every move but stayed an 
observer, letting me do the work. I pushed my finger 
further into her and Rachel clamped her legs down around 
my hand. Working my finger deeper inside of her, I slowly 
finger fucked her - not a full on attempt to get her off 
but certainly one to get her nice and wet for the coming 
invasion by this massive sex toy.

Pulling my hand out of her cunt, I held the tip of my 
finger up by Rachel's mouth. Her cute pink tongue snaked 
out of her mouth slowly, licking her own juices from my 
finger before sucking it all the way into her hot and 
inviting mouth. Rachel sucked on it delicately, making 
sure to get all the juice off before I removed it from 
her mouth and traced a line down her chest. My hand 
slowly touched along her ample cleavage, down past her 
ribs and stomach back to her cunt, where I used the palm 
of my hand to rub her sex.

My two hands were acting as if separate entities, the 
other one that still gripped the toy resting on her leg, 
moving slightly as I rubbed the rubbery material over her 
thigh and nether regions. My palm pushed harder against 
her pussy, Rachel's lips allowing a sigh to escape as she 
lost herself in the moment of ecstasy. She hadn't cum 
yet, but it was quite clear that she was close.

Sliding the toy back down by her pussy lips, I moved my 
fingers to her entrance and held it open with two 
fingers, exposing the delicious looking pink inside. Oh 
how I wanted to just bury my face in there and taste her 
juices for myself. But the thrill of this "no sex" game 
was even more exciting and I resisted the instinct to 
place my tongue on her wet box.

Her slit now open and juiced, ready for me to enter her 
with the toy, I glanced up at Rachel to get her approval 
as the rubbery head beckoned at her cunt lips. Rachel 
just nodded at me, her eyes closed in a half squint as 
she enjoyed herself in the glow of the room. I pushed the 
head in past her pussy lips so that it burrowed itself 
deeper inside with every passing second. Rachel adjusted 
herself to make room for the entrance by my skillfully 
guided hand, her legs parting wider on the bed.

The head disappeared inside of her now, with more of the 
long shaft working itself in as I slowly but forcefully 
guided it inside of her. As inch by inch went inside, 
Rachel's chest heaving seemed to grow in strength, her 
breasts rocking slowly up and down on the upper part of 
her body. I had about half the dildo inside of her now, 
but given that I hadn't reached anything that indicated a 
point where she could take no more, I continued on.

The latter half of this massive, foot long toy seemed to 
enter her even easier, guided by my hand as her body 
accommodated the deeper pushing inside. As I reached the 
ten inch mark, I finally bottomed it out inside of her, 
the hard rubber pressing against Rachel's inner most 
region: her cervix. Stopping for a moment, I moved my 
hand up to her breast and caressed it with the back of my 
hand, feeling her nipple hardening even more at my touch.

Our eyes locked as I began to withdraw the toy slowly 
from her. I pulled it out for a few inches but then began 
to push it back into her, eliciting a guttural moan from 
Rachel's mouth. Now that I had reached her maximum point 
of entry, I was more free to get started on what it was 
clear that she wanted: a good fucking with the 12 inch 
beast I held in my hand. 

I pulled half of the toy from Rachel's cunt, watching as 
her inner lips seemed to grasp onto it, not wanting to 
let go. But the release of it was only momentary, as I 
quickly pushed the dildo back into Rachel, causing her to 
gasp at the sudden move. I grinned but continued on, 
working up a good pace over a few minutes time of rubbing 
the toy's shaft against her clit, before thrusting it 
back inside of her. The sight was quite an experience to 
watch: in the dim light of the room, the dark blue cock 
looked almost black (an engaging idea there for sure - 
Rachel Weisz fucked by a big black cock) as it entered in 
and out of her, a stranger invading her inner most 
secrets.

Rachel had given up in trying to watch me, and now lay 
back on the bed lost in her own pleasure world as I 
fucked her with the toy, my hand and wrist getting soaked 
in her luscious honey. Her hips rising up off the bed to 
meet the thrusts of the rubber dong, Rachel's legs slid 
up and down on the bed, rumpling the sheets even further 
as I worked with precision on getting her off.

It didn't take much longer - I had thought to myself that 
Rachel was a woman with complete control of her orgasm - 
before I felt Rachel's body start to quiver against the 
dildo inside of her, the friction and tightness as I 
moved my hand along the shaft and into her with a slight 
twisting motion causing her pussy lips to clamp down 
almost bear-trap tight around what I was doing. Rachel 
began to cry out, softly at first but quickly increasing 
to almost a yell as her orgasm approached.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! DO IT! COME ON DEAN, MAKE ME CUM! 
ARRGGGHHHH, HERE IT COMES!" Rachel screamed as her body 
practically convulsed as she reached her climax. She was 
bouncing on the bed now, up and down as I tried to keep 
the toy in her and going as fast as she wanted while she 
rode out the wave of her orgasm. Her hands had gripped 
tightly onto the sheets of the bed, pulling them to and 
fro, her knuckles white from the sheer force of her 
trembling orgasm.

Rachel's panting and moaning slowly began to subside, her 
bouncing finally coming to a halt as she relaxed on the 
bed, her breasts heaving as they moved on her chest, the 
nipples coated in a light sheen of sweat from her 
thrashing on the bed. Her eyes still squinted close, 
Rachel finally lifted her head up at me and said three 
words with a delicious, irresistible smile.

"Do it again,"

I smiled in response, pulling the toy from her (it had 
slipped from my hand and protruded obscenely from her 
cunt) and setting it on the bed. If she wanted a good 
orgasm, I thought to myself, I knew no better method than 
my own tongue. As I moved between her legs, Rachel looked 
a little hesitant; this wasn't in the rules of our little 
game. But something in the lustful shimmering of her eyes 
told me that rules were made to be broken and that she 
didn't care what I used - she just wanted to cum again.

I positioned my mouth over her now sopping wet opening 
and began licking away any excess juice that my tongue 
could find. Rachel moved her legs up around my neck and 
held me by the shoulders so that I couldn't get away 
without making her cum again. My tongue traced over her 
outer lips and into her deep hole, which had been left 
gaping open slightly by the toy itself. This gave me easy 
access into her, the tip of my tongue burrowing further 
and further into her sex. Rachel's pussy tasted like the 
sweetest candy: the just right mixture of salty sweat and 
the intoxicating aroma of womanly pleasure that I had 
grown to truly love over the years. I lapped hungrily at 
her pussy, my cock now painfully hard in my pants but 
staying INSIDE my pants in accordance with the rules.

The hotness of being denied access to her pussy with the 
one that I truly wanted to put into it made my body race 
with excitement and it was obvious that this was showing 
in my actions on Rachel. Having cleaned her out of her 
own juices, more flooded from her inner walls onto my 
lips and mouth, Rachel's hips starting that familiar 
twisting and bumping motion that I had evoked during her 
last orgasm. 

I took her clit in my mouth, sucking on it hard as my 
tongue raced around inside of her, tickling her "g-spot" 
and little love button as I ate her out. Rachel had begun 
to moan again, although she was thankfully much quieter 
this time, more of the sounds coming from her being soft 
coos and groans than anything. I worked a finger inside 
of her next to my tongue, using it to probe where my 
tongue just wouldn't reach and to bring her juices 
flooding back down from her channel into my mouth where I 
drank like a dehydrated man. 

Lifting Rachel's legs from my shoulders, I reached over 
and grabbed the toy from where it lay in it's own puddle 
of juices on the bed. Lowering it between her legs, I 
stood up and positioned it in front of my khaki pants, 
pushing it back into her. My tongue had reached it's 
limit in so far as what it could do to get her off - it 
was time to fuck her as much as I could without actually 
penetrating her with my near ready to burst cock. 

Pushing it into her deeply like I would my own shaft, the 
rubber prick was thrust in and out like a real cock would 
be, both of my hands gripping it's base firmly as it 
became almost like a second cock, one with much more 
flexibility. I leaned over Rachel and gazed into her eyes 
as I fucked her with the toy. Though no words were 
spoken, Rachel's gaze let me know that she wanted to have 
sex but was pained that she had to rely on a mere toy to 
do it. Still though, if that's what she wanted then I 
would be damned before I would not fulfill her wishes!

I was working up quite a sweat now too, my mouth sticky 
with Rachel's juices as I kneeled on the bed and guided 
the prick in and out of her hands like I would my own 
cock, gripping and thrusting and bottoming out deep 
inside of her. Rachel began to thrash on the bed once 
more, the exoticness of our situation bringing forth 
another fast approaching orgasm.

This one arrived much quicker than the first, but seemed 
to lack no less amount of force as I fucked her as hard 
as I could, my hands a blur as the blue cock buried 
itself inside of her, finally thrusting hard into her one 
last time, managing to squeeze another inch or so in that 
I hadn't been able to before. Rachel cried out and came 
again, her legs clamping tightly around my hands as her 
back arched from the bed. Her breasts were thrust into my 
face and I licked the tip of one for a brief second 
before Rachel collapsed onto the bed, her second and 
probably most intense orgasm subsiding.

I pulled the cock from her slowly and pressed it between 
her tits, rubbing the juices off onto her naked flesh. 
Rachel smiled weakly and took it from my hand before 
putting the massive head in her mouth and licking it off 
clean. She sucked it as much as she could before letting 
it slip from her hand and rest once more on the bed.

I stood up and straightened myself out as Rachel composed 
herself, sitting up and pulling the sheets to her body.

"See, sex isn't always what you imagine, is it?" Rachel 
asked, her soft brown hair a strewn mess in front of her 
forehead.

"You're right. Sometimes the exoticness of a situation is 
better than actually acting on it," I replied.

"I do hope you stay in Los Angeles Dean. We need to do 
this again sometime...although maybe next time with the 
real thing," Rachel said, climbing off from the bed and 
starting to get dressed. I took that as my cue to exit.
	
"Sounds like an offer I can't refuse," I said to her. 
"I'm heading back out to the party. Don't forget your 
toy...the next girl who comes in here with me might get 
the wrong impression,"

"I won't. Enjoy your party Dean, but I must be going. 
Early morning flight and all that. Don't be a stranger," 
Rachel said, kissing me on the cheek as she watched me 
step out of the room, the last sight a wonderful image of 
her wrapped partially in the bed sheets of my bed, 
wearing just a skirt and a pair of shoes before she 
resumed getting dressed.

I pulled the door closed quietly behind me and glanced 
down the hall: thankfully, no one had seemed to hear us. 
I could tell from the noises downstairs though that the 
party was still going in full swing, heads moving around 
and chatting as I looked over the balcony of the second 
floor to see the world's most beautiful people below.

I was going to head back down and join the party when I 
heard a noise from far down the hall. It sounded like a 
loud thump, as if someone had hit the floor or, at the 
very least, was re-arranging furniture. My curiosity got 
the better of me and I walked down that way to 
investigate.

The door of the far bedroom was open a crack and I peeked 
in to see what the noise was. Opening the door wider, I 
saw quite a sight. Courtney Cox and her husband David 
Arquette were hunched over the side of the bed, fucking 
doggy style as David's ass rose and fell, his cock 
plunging into Courtney's ass. They were both completely 
naked and would have been completely oblivious of my 
presence had the door not slipped from my hand and opened 
wider with a squeak.

They both froze as they looked at me, Courtney's 
beautiful breasts hanging away from her slender body. I 
spotted some teeth marks on them and only guessed that 
they liked their sex rough.

"Woah, sorry, I'll knock next time," I said, turning to 
leave. I heard them rustling behind me as I turned away 
and walked out of the room, but as I went to walk away I 
felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned back around to see 
Courtney standing there in the doorway, her dark hair 
framing her face. Her cheeks were red and her body 
glistened with sweat.

It was clear from the moisture down by her neatly trimmed 
cunt that David had already plundered that hole tonight, 
probably while I was in the room with Rachel, and 
Courtney's lips protruded slightly from her body. She 
made no move to cover herself and I could feel the heat 
radiating off of her chest against me as I stood there, 
slightly embarrassed by this awkward situation.

"Sorry Dean, we'll get dressed and go. I know we 
shouldn't have been doing this in your house. I'm sorry," 
Courtney said apologetically to me. Her eyes were a deep 
blue shade, soft in the light of the hallway.

"Hey, it's ok. Everyone gets the urge sometimes, I know. 
Why, just a minute ago I was...never mind. Any ways, it's 
not a big deal," I said to her, absent mindedly putting 
my hand on her shoulder like a father would to his 
daughter. Courtney glanced down at my hand and then 
lifted her head up in a sexy smile that I knew made 
millions of men not miss "Must See TV". 

"You sure you don't mind?" she asked once again.

"Courtney, it's fine. Go finish up, I don't mind," I 
said, realizing the awkwardness of my hand being on her 
shoulder and removing it suddenly, thrusting it into my 
pocket.

"Well, if you don't mind then alright. Would you care to 
join us?" she asked, slipping her naked arm around my 
back and shoulder. Now it was my turn to watch what she 
was doing with a slight surprise. 

"I really shouldn't, what with the party and all..." I 
said, trailing off. The excuse was weak and she knew it.

"Come on. I've always wanted to get you in the sack 
anyways," Courtney said, pulling me inside before closing 
the door tightly (and locking it I might add) behind us.

David Arquette didn't look the slightest bit surprised to 
see me standing there while his wife worked on removing 
my clothes. In fact, he seemed eerily comfortable with 
it, sipping from a beer as he laid nude on the bed.

"Hey Dean, what's up?" he said, setting his beer back on 
the bedside table. The absurdity of the situation would 
have made me laugh, if I wasn't momentarily distracted as 
Courtney slipped off my pants and boxers onto the floor, 
stroking my cock as she moved her hand up my chest to 
remove my shirt.

A moment later I was as naked as they were and Courtney 
led me over to the bed. She sat me down before dropping 
her knees to the floor, her body once again pressed 
against the bed as I had seen her when I first walked in, 
her ass an inviting temptation for David. Taking my cock 
in her hand, she started to work it up and down before 
turning to David and saying "As you were," with a smile.

David moved back behind her and, his cock still hard, 
slipped back into her ass. Courtney winced in pain 
slightly as David buried himself into her, but she took 
her mind off of it by suddenly pressing her lips onto my 
cock and engulfing it all down in one gasp. I reclined on 
the bed as Courtney went to work, this being my third 
blowjob of the day. But after the scene with Rachel not 
even 30 minutes ago, I knew that the orgasm from this one 
would be coming (no pun intended) very quickly.

Resuming his same angling from before, David's hips 
thrust up and down as he pumped into Courtney's lithe 
body, her body rocking with each entrance into her tight 
anus. Courtney didn't seemed concerned with that though, 
she was much more occupied with sucking on my prick, 
which was still painfully hard from my encounter with 
Rachel. Courtney's head bobbed up and down as she rolled 
her tongue over the top of the shaft and down in a 
straight line along the length of my cock. I was 
surprised to see someone like her so adapt at giving 
blowjobs, but considering that she had spent many of her 
non-famous years in the depths of b-movies, she probably 
had to give head to many an executive to move up in the 
world.

As Courtney licked and sucked on my hard rod, David 
leaned against her back and whispered something in her 
ear. Even with a mouthful of cock, whatever he had said 
made Courtney smile and nod her head yes, her eyes 
looking up at me and my firm, toned stomach. She let the 
head slip from her mouth, her body rocking still from 
David's now much harder fucking of her ass.

"Have you ever done DP before?" Courtney asked.

I looked at her puzzled for a second. "DP?" And then it 
hit me what she was talking about. "Double Penetration?"

"Uh-huh. David suggested that since I seem to like the 
taste of your cock so much, I'd love to have it inside me 
while he's fucking me too," Courtney said. I couldn't 
believe the words that were coming out of this primetime 
sitcom stars mouth, but the sheer mental image alone of 
seeing Courtney Cox impaled on two pricks almost made me 
cum right there.

"Nope, but I'd be more than willing to give it a shot," I 
said.

Courtney pushed back from the bed and stood up, David's 
cock falling out of her ass with a loud *plop* sound as 
she moved onto the bed, crawling onto her hands and knees 
next to me.

"Ok, we haven't done this very often but if we can get it 
right, I think we will all enjoy it," David said. "Dean, 
scoot underneath her and wait till she lowers herself 
down onto your dick. Once you're inside, I'll enter her 
from behind,"

I nodded and followed his instructions, moving beneath 
Courtney's breasts as she watched me. Her hair hung in a 
long bang covering her eyes and the makeup she had worn 
to the party was slightly smeared from the sweat of her 
and David's lovemaking. She looked like a pure and 
unabashed slut as I moved under her and aimed my cock at 
her waiting hole.

Courtney expertly lowered just her hips towards it and 
watched from between her breasts as I slid into her with 
ease, her pussy wet and tight and oh so warm. I buried 
myself in her without any hesitation this time, and 
Courtney's pubic bone finally came to rest on top of my 
groin as the matted hair between her legs nestled softly 
against my balls and embedded cock. Her ass was still 
slightly elevated and David very carefully moved to a 
sort of squatting position, working his head into her 
freshly stretched asshole.

Courtney bit down on her lip as David entered her again, 
obviously still not very comfortable with anal sex. It 
made me wonder why she would want to get herself into a 
position where both of her lower holes would be 
stretched, but then again I wasn't complaining that she 
did. Adjusting her ass to David's girth, his cock soon 
was as deep as possible inside of her, and I could feel 
the bottom of his balls resting against my own.

Courtney re-positioned herself now that she had two cocks 
buried in her and began a slow, circular motion as she 
grinded her hips on top of me. I had to do little in 
terms of thrusting inside of her, as her toned ass seemed 
to be doing most of the work. David began to work himself 
in and out of her tight anal opening, pulling only an 
inch or so in and out of Courtney while she rested 
herself on top of me.

I tried to keep pace with them now, lifting my hips from 
the bed so that I could stick my prick deeper in 
Courtney's hole. Her pussy had stretched easily to meet 
the long and thick length of my meat, and she was an 
expert at holding a cock deep in her love channel, 
keeping both of our dicks inside of her as I began to 
pick up a good thrust in and out of her hot cunt. 

Tilting her head back in a moan, Courtney rocked on us as 
we went to work fucking her. It was a little difficulty 
staying inside of her as she started to do this, as her 
body began to squirm and writhe around a bit as she was 
impaled on the cocks, David now like a blur as he moved 
in and out of her ass. I simply held on tight, burying 
myself as deep into her as possible, whenever possible. 
Courtney's breasts swayed in front of me, her magnificent 
nipples beautiful as they rocked on her thin body. 
Bending her head down now, Courtney was breathing hard as 
she closed her eyes tightly, her hair falling across her 
face seductively.

"Oh God, I'm cumming!" Courtney panted, her body tensing 
up before releasing a tremor of orgasmic tension from 
between her legs, giving my cock better lubrication as it 
worked inside of her. Despite having just cum, and the 
fact that she had two dicks in her at once (something I 
would think would tire any girl out), Courtney continued 
to bump and grind against us as she had done just a few 
minutes before, not missing one beat.

David was becoming more careful with his thrusts now, 
pulling himself almost all the way out, just leaving the 
very tip of his cockhead inside of her, before plunging 
it back into her gaping ass. When he would enter her, it 
would be with a great amount of force and would push 
Courtney's pussy tight against my prick, so that the head 
brushed against her cervix. Her deepest inner wall was 
soft and inviting as I pressed up against it, sending a 
wave of pleasure all the way down my shaft.

I'd like to say that I lasted a long time with this added 
sensation being applied, but given that I had been 
extremely turned on from my encounter with Rachel Weisz 
and that David's rocking was applying more of that 
wonderful sensation on me through the channeled heat of 
Courtney's pussy, I wasn't too surprised as I felt my 
load start to arrive.

"Courtney," I gasped. "I'm gonna cum. Should I pull out?"

"No, just fill me up Dean. Fuck me hard and give me all 
that you've got. I'm going to cum too, ohhhh cum with me 
Dean, come on. Ohhhhh, here I go!!! YESSSS!!" Courtney 
cried. I felt my cum gush from my cock and into 
Courtney's wet and waiting pussy, milking it down as I 
fucked her as hard as I could. Her own orgasm occurred 
half-way through mine about, so the rush of my own cum 
mingling in with her own juices as I shot was 
indescribable. My orgasm subsided after a few seconds and 
Courtney finally slowed down her pace, though David was 
hell bent on getting himself off inside of her ass.

I laid there, my cock still semi-hard as Courtney 
reclined on my chest, her body moving just enough so that 
my still buried dick would get a bit of stimulation from 
her cum soaked pussy. Courtney, having cum twice, was now 
focused on getting David off as well. She reached her 
hand down to play with her clit, rubbing it softly 
against her palm, the tips of her fingers brushing my 
balls as David sawed himself in and out.

"Oh yeah David baby, that's it. Cum in my ass. Do it for 
me Davey, come on, I want to feel it," Courtney cooed, 
egging him on as he grunted loudly once and erupted his 
own flood of cum deep into Courtney's asshole. He bucked 
hard into her as he thrust, pulling his cock out of her 
finally as he was spent. I was surprised to see that he 
was more than amply equipped, a decent 7 and a half 
inches probably. It made me wonder how Courtney was able 
to take such large pricks inside of her at once.

My cock had grown a little limp now so I let it slide out 
as Courtney rolled off of my chest and onto David, who 
had laid down on the bed next to her. We all laid there, 
Courtney's arms across each of our chests, a look of 
bliss on her eyes as she laid there with them closed.

"You're lucky Dean," David said finally. "Courtney never 
lets anyone but me cum inside of her."

"That's not true Dean. David just doesn't KNOW about all 
the guys I fuck when he's not around," Courtney said 
playful. David pinched her thigh in a joking manner, 
causing Courtney to yelp in pain for a moment before 
rolling over and kissing him.

"I'll take that as my cue to go," I said to them as I 
climbed off the bed.

"Oh come on, you don't want to go another round?" 
Courtney asked. She had scooted up onto her elbows, her 
soft face in the palms of her hands as her hair hung in 
that "just fucked" look that I always found incredibly 
appealing. David played with her ass, wiping away some of 
my cum from her pussy and smearing it on her ass.

"I'd love to, but this IS my party and I've been gone for 
quite a while now," I said to them as I got dressed and 
put on my shoes. "Ya'll are more than welcome to spend 
the night if you want, or stay as long as you wish. Just 
lock the door in case you don't want people like me 
stumbling in again," I said, leaving.

"But that would take out all the fun!" Courtney called as 
I shut the door behind me.

I walked downstairs, straightening my shirt lest someone 
give me a suspicious look. The party was still going on - 
I saw a group of comedians standing around and sharing 
jokes with one another, I saw a handful of action stars 
playing poker on my kitchen table and I saw some of the 
newer, b-movie actresses raiding my fridge for food. 
Everyone smiled or nodded or waved in the polite way that 
people from Los Angeles have of saying hello, and I 
continued to make my rounds through the house.

Passing the backdoor, it dawned on me that I hadn't been 
outside to the pool or hot tub to see if anyone was there 
that I missed saying hello to when I arrived. Opening the 
door, I stepped outside and turned on the porch light, 
the crickets and frogs chirping and making noise off in 
the woods by the side of the house. Glancing over the 
deck, I saw that the pool was empty, which was surprising 
given that at almost every Hollywood party I had been to, 
whenever there was a pool SOMEONE was always in it.

I was just about to go inside when I heard laughter 
coming from the far side of the pool, where the Jacuzzi 
was located. Walking down the deck stairs, I followed the 
noise and as I drew closer to the Jacuzzi I could 
distinctly make out two female figures splashing and 
talking in the whirling jets of the Jacuzzi.

"Hello ladies," I said to them as I stood by the small 
step leading into the oversized wooden paneling that 
served as a bar sort of area for the Jacuzzi itself. 

It was Drew Barrymore and French actress Virginie Ledoyen 
who were making the noise, splashing in the water. They 
stopped as they saw me approach. Virginie whispered 
something in Drew's ear and they giggled as I walked up 
to them. The steam from the hot tub was rising around 
them like a fine mist, and even in the rapidly moving 
bubbles, I could see that neither girl appeared to be 
wearing much of anything underneath the jets of water.

"Hi Dean," Drew said, putting her arm around Virginie. "I 
just LOVE your house, I can't believe you never invited 
me over before,"

"I would have but you know how busy I am sometimes," I 
said. "But now you are here and obviously enjoying the 
amenities,"

"Most definitely. Now Dean, Virginie and I were having a 
pretty serious debate before you walked up. But since you 
are here and can offer a different perspective, maybe you 
can offer us an opinion," Drew said.

"I can try. Anything for two lovely ladies such as 
yourselves," I replied with a smile.

"Ok. Go ahead and ask him Virginie," Drew said, turning 
to her. Virginie's face blushed tremendously and she 
splashed Drew a little, obviously embarrassed. As her 
hand moved, I caught a glimpse of her breast and the very 
tiny pink nipples that protruded from the middle of her 
large A or small B sized breasts.

"I can't ask him that! I'm too embarrassed!" Virginie 
said, each word accented by her lovely French voice. She 
knew English enough to hold a conversation, without a 
doubt, but the slight trace of her accent was incredibly 
sexy, especially coming from such a beautiful woman as 
her.

"Sure you can. Come on, it's not THAT big of a deal," 
Drew replied, splashing Virginie back. "I mean, judging 
from the amount of skin you show in your movies I hardly 
think you are a person who should be shy,"

"This is true, but...I don't know, just ask him 
yourself!" Virginie blurted. Drew did a mock exasperated 
sigh, which turned into a slight smile as her cheeks 
dimpled in that innocent-but-sexy grin of hers.

"Virginie wants to know which one a guy would prefer: 
shaved or not shaved," Drew said, languidly playing in 
the suds with her hand.

I wasn't expecting a question like that, so I simply 
replied. "It's hard to say. I guess it depends on the guy 
and more importantly on the girl," 

They both seemed to ponder this for a moment.

"Would you like to see a, how do you say...example?" 
Virginie asked, her face still blushing but her voice 
growing more decisive as she spoke.

I could feel my cock stirring slightly in my pants. 
"Sure, if you would like to provide me with one," I said.

The two girls glanced at each other again for a moment, 
probably trying to decide what to do next. Then, very 
slowly, Virginie began to raise her hips out of the 
water. As the water fell off of them and cascaded down 
her legs, I saw that she was completely hairless on her 
mound, shaved to neat perfection without the slightest 
hint of stubble or roughness on her bald twat. The water 
running over it gave it a look of a smooth landscape, 
especially in addition to the smooth curves of the rest 
of her body.

Virginie held her hips raised like that for a moment as 
she watched me. I stepped in closer to take a better look 
and as I did, Drew raised up her own hips. She was of the 
non-shaved kind, although her bush was still very neat 
and trimmed. It gave the area between her legs a sort of 
exotic look, especially with the butterfly tattoo below 
her navel and the bouquet of flowers just above her pussy 
on her left hip. The water matted down the hair between 
her legs but I could still clearly see the opening to her 
hole, which looked just as inviting as Virginie's.

I spent a few moments looking at each girl, rubbing a 
finger over their outer lips lightly as I "inspected" 
them. The two of them laughed with one another and shot 
each other silly looks as I did this, obviously having a 
good time with the whole thing, although I could tell 
from the gentle hardening of their nipples in the night 
air that both of them were getting aroused, especially 
Drew, whose C-cup breasts hung magnificently on her 
chest.

"You could hurry up you know Dean," Drew said wryly as I 
moved my hand away from her. "This isn't the most 
comfortable position,"

"Alright, fine. You ladies can sit back down now if you 
want," I said. They both splashed back into the tub on 
command. "Well, I have to say it's a tie. I can't tell 
which is better because quite frankly, both of them are 
incredibly sexy and any guy I'm sure would love to be 
between those lovely legs of yours,"

Virginie splashed me playfully. "So then, would you like 
to, be between my legs?" Virginie asked, her phrases a 
little broken between words given that her English still 
wasn't the strongest.

"Hey, no fair! If she gets to fuck you, I should to!" 
Drew said as she looked up at me, licking her lips a bit.

"Ladies, please. There is plenty of me and plenty of time 
for everyone to get a fair judging, ok?" I said, starting 
to remove my clothes. I slipped out of them and took off 
my shoes, glancing around to make sure no one was 
watching me as I stepped naked into the hot tub. My cock 
was slightly hard already and had grown almost to it's 
full length before sitting in the hot, steamy water of 
the Jacuzzi.

Virginie scooted over to me and leaned her head against 
my shoulder. Her hand moved underwater as I felt her take 
my cock in her hand and stroke it, making sure to get me 
nice and hard. She turned to face me and planted a kiss 
on my mouth. I accepted it and within a moment was 
kissing this hot French actress deeply, our tongues 
wrestling in our mouths. Drew meanwhile had scooted over 
to Virginie and was busy rubbing the other girls clit 
under water while she played with her medium sized, 
slightly pink nipples.
	
I broke the kiss with Virginie and pulled her onto my 
lap. Turning around so that her ass was facing me, she 
spread her legs slightly and, given the warm water around 
us, I had no trouble penetrating into her opening. As my 
cock passed into her slit, I felt her inner walls open up 
as Virginie leaned back against me, her ass firmly 
nestled against my crotch. Her cheeks were soft and 
smooth underneath the water, but her pussy was even 
better. Tight and firm, it felt like she hadn't had sex 
in a long time, her walls opening up ever so slowly, 
fighting and gripping my cock with every motion I made 
inside of her making it all the more pleasurable.

Drew watched as I entered Virginie, rubbing her own 
breasts with her fingers, teasing them as she laid in the 
Jacuzzi and watched. Always the wild girl though, Drew 
gave up on getting herself off and crawled over to 
Virginie on her hands and knees, turning around so that 
her firm, tight ass was well within Virginie's reach. It 
was obvious what Drew wanted, but Virginie still seemed 
hesitant. She slowly lowered her hand between Drew's legs 
and cupped her cunt, rubbing her hand back and forth over 
the mound as she rode me in a cowgirl style position, my 
cock sliding in and out of her.

I watched this great scene unfurl before me, as Virginie, 
who was encouraged by Drew's moaning voice and swaying 
hips, grew braver and began to slip a finger inside of 
Drew's hole as she continued to move her hand over the 
blonde's pussy. The tip of her finger was invisible to 
me, but Drew clearly felt it as she bucked her hips 
downward slightly, trying to get more of Virginie's hand 
into her hot cunt. I gripped Virginie's hips tightly and 
bent her forward at the waist, so that she could be 
closer to Drew's opening. She didn't need much more 
incentive than that as she lowered her face to Drew's ass 
cheeks and nuzzled her nose by Drew's tiny, pert asshole, 
licking her tongue over it.

Drew shuddered in the water as Virginie's nimble tongue 
slowly moved from Drew's ass to her hand, which was now 
fucking Drew with just as much enthusiasm as I was 
fucking Virginie! Her pink pussy lips open and just 
begging to be sucked, Virginie tenderly placed her mouth 
on Drew's opening, sliding her tongue over the slick, 
water coated juices that dripped out. I don't know if 
Virginie had ever had a lesbian experience before, but 
she was quite obviously a natural. Her tongue buried 
itself deeper inside of Drew's hot cunt, Drew turning 
back to watch, closing her eyes every now and then in a 
look of sheer bliss.

This hot scene, two very different actresses making love, 
only encouraged me to bounce Virginie harder on my 
thighs, her pussy rising and falling as her outer lips 
gripped onto my cock and slid up and down, the friction 
and heat of the tub making it feel like a wonderful 
waterfall sliding over my manhood every time Virginie 
came down on me with a splash. I felt the bulge of my 
shaft brush against Virginie's clit, and I think that the 
naughtiness of eating out Drew and my own steady pace of 
fucking her triggered an intense orgasm inside Virginie, 
causing her to cry out something in French loudly.

She lifted her head from between Drew's legs, though 
continuing to work on her cunt with her hand, and sighed 
for a moment, enjoying the pleasant afterglow of a great 
cum. Her hair was dripping at the tips and her body was 
awash in the small bubbles of the streaming jets, 
creating an awe inspiring site as this young actress, 
surely to be an up and coming star in the US, panted out 
the last waves of pleasure in her tight, firm body.

Opening her eyes, Virginie leaned her head back and 
kissed me again, renewed and ready to continue pleasing 
Drew. But this time, rather than sticking her face back 
between Drew's pink folds, she did something totally 
unexpected. Reaching her arm underwater, she emerged it a 
moment later, holding one of the moveable jets of the 
Jacuzzi. Water gushed out of it in a long and steady 
stream as Virginie sprayed her arm to feel the 
temperature before slowly sliding it along Drew's back.

Drew arched on her knees as the warm water and bubbles 
slid off of her pale skin and dripped below into the 
Jacuzzi, little rivulets running down her tits and arms 
as Drew gave herself away to her newly initiated lover. 
Virginie looped circles and zigzags down Drew's back and 
even sprayed her ass a little, letting the hot water turn 
Drew's already flushed skin a darker shade of red. But 
both she and I knew where she was leading it: to the 
aroused and excited cunt between Drew's legs. Virginie 
took her time as she did this, letting more water run 
down between Drew's ass crack, before finally moving it 
with a sudden jerk down so that the water sprayed 
directly onto Drew's open and aroused cunt.

The effect was electric. Drew hadn't been expecting this 
from Virginie and literally SCREAMED in ecstasy as the 
water sprayed into her deepest channel. It was an instant 
orgasm for Drew, her legs buckling as she dropped down 
into the water some more, though Virginie followed Drew's 
body motion expertly, grinning as she let the stream of 
water tease and pleasure Drew's clit. Drew looked 
exhausted, but as Virginie continued to work the moveable 
jet closer to Drew's cunt, thereby increasing the 
pressure that was being forced onto it, Drew resumed her 
position on her hands and knees, her pussy lips quivering 
from the water. 

Virginie reached her hand down by the stream and tugged 
at Drew's clit, making sure to expose it so that she and 
I could both clearly see it. Raising her arm back with 
the jet stream, she eased up on the water pressure and 
let just a softer spray brush over Drew's love button. 
Drew writhed and moaned, barely able to keep her balance 
on the slippery floor of the Jacuzzi, but not wanting to 
move at all for fear of losing some of that wonderful 
attention Virginie was putting on getting Drew off again. 

I meanwhile had found it hard to stay inside of 
Virginie's hot pussy, let alone keep from cumming, but 
had managed to find a way by gritting my teeth together 
hard. After her own orgasm, Virginie continued to rock 
her small body on my lap, stretching and teasing my cock. 
Her inner walls were smooth and soft and her pussy was 
not as deep as I had expected, only allowing about 2/3 of 
my prick to bury itself inside of her, her cervix being 
battered every time she lifted herself on and off of me.

The warm water of the hot tub had kept my balls loose and 
my stamina strong, but watching Virginie play with Drew's 
clit with the jet was too much. I reached my hands up and 
grasped onto Virginie's small breasts, pulling her back 
against me hard and eliciting a gasping moan from her as 
I shoved as much of my prick inside of her as possible 
and shot what felt like a torrent of cum inside of her. 
My juice coated along the insides of her walls, but 
Virginie had planted herself as deeply as possible on me 
and the suction from her cunt had managed to keep most of 
it from falling out of her pussy.

Virginie tilted her head back in the air, her eyes 
closed, her face looking absolutely flawless as I held 
her there, my orgasm subsiding finally. I was panting 
from the heat of the tub (not to mention the fire between 
Virginie's legs) as I finally lifted her from my cock, 
the head red from the heat of the Jacuzzi. Virginie slid 
off of me but didn't miss a beat in working on Drew's 
cunt, as her hand moved lower towards Drew's exposed 
clit, the water now coming at a much higher strength than 
before. When she was about 5 inches from Drew's gaping 
cunt, Drew orgasmed once again, this time managing to 
keep her balance but just barely as she swayed almost 
drunkenly on her hands.

I stroked my cock, keeping it still hard as I watched 
Drew finally turn over on her back, her chest heaving as 
the orgasm subsided. Her eyes were closed but a wry grin 
had started to form on her face as she massaged where the 
water had been. Drew finally sat up and moved towards me, 
now ready for her turn in my "test" of which pussy was 
better. Scissoring her legs around me, Drew reclined in 
the tub and allowed my now rock hard prick to push 
against her well worn opening, sliding in just as easily 
as I had when I entered Virginie.

This time it was my turn to do the thrusting and, keeping 
Drew's legs wrapped around my waist, I got up on my knees 
and lifted part of her body out of the tub, her arms 
gripping onto the sides as she hung almost suspended in 
the air, just her shoulders resting on the step of the 
tub. I started to work myself in and out of her smoothly, 
finding her pussy to be much more flexible and 
stretchable, not to mention easier to penetrate 
completely, than Virginie's. Even as I thrust all the way 
inside of her, I still didn't feel my cock bottoming out 
against her inner walls, a testament I suppose to her 
wild days of sex with many different men when she was 
Hollywood's "bad girl". 

Virginie, having already endured two orgasms and induced 
three just by her own accord, was still not done though: 
she wanted her pussy licked. She stepped out of the tub 
and sat down right above Drew's face, spreading her legs 
wide to give Drew a good angle at eating out Virginie. 
Drew, the more experienced lover when it came to matters 
such as these, found herself in a wonderful position. She 
scooted down a little further so that her head rested now 
on the step, her mouth open and her tongue extending 
while Virginie lowered herself onto Drew's face, all the 
while having my cock plunging in and out of her pussy. 

Drew began to suckle at Virginie's cunt, her tongue 
probing deep within the young French girls twat. Drew's 
lips exposed the pink folds of Virginie's cunt, her clit 
red and raw as Drew licked it feverishly. I could see 
fluids leaking out from between Virginie's legs and I 
wondered if some of what Drew might be tasting was my own 
cum, mixed in with the pussy juices that Virginie was 
clearly secreting.

I kept my eyes focused on this hot scene as I bent down 
and took Drew's left nipple in my mouth, enjoying the 
taste of her breast between my lips, the salty sweat of 
her body combined with the slight chlorine taste of the 
Jacuzzi. Continuing to fuck Drew, my prick glided in and 
out of her hips, rocking her body as Drew gripped tightly 
onto the edges of the Jacuzzi, resisting against gravity 
itself to try and keep her own pleasure from subsiding.

Virginie pushed herself lower onto Drew's face, covering 
the pretty blonde's mouth with her thighs now completely 
as Drew continued to lick at her and I kept pace in 
fucking Drew. Virginie's body, which had dripped off most 
of the excess water of the Jacuzzi shuddered for a moment 
as she came on Drew's face, making Drew's sucking and 
licking more audible now that the juices were coating her 
mouth and lips. Virginie sighed audibly as she finished 
her orgasm, leaning back a little bit as her tits arched 
outward from the final spasms of her pussy. 

Unlike many women I had been with, an orgasm seemed to be 
the most natural thing for Virginie, almost an all the 
time occurrence and I was a little surprised that she 
didn't make more fervent gestures about the whole thing 
as she came. And yet though, watching her calmly ride out 
the intense wave of bliss that washed from her lower body 
up was incredibly erotic in and of itself.

Virginie's own relaxed approach (so to speak) at cumming 
didn't seem to bother Drew in the slightest, even though 
the French beauty had goose bumps all over her skin as 
she eased herself off of Drew slightly, giving her room 
to breathe more. This all just seemed to encourage Drew 
even more, her hips now thrusting harder and harder 
against me as I gripped firmly onto her ass and pulled 
her to me, jostling her body around as my arms grew 
slightly tired from holding her.

Luckily though, I didn't have to hold her long. As 
Virginie removed herself from Drew, she climbed back into 
the tub and began to rub and fondle Drew's breasts, 
sucking on her right nipple as the two girls held eye 
contact with one another, Virginie smiling up at Drew 
seductively as she licked her breast. Drew's hips rocked 
up and down as another orgasm gripped her, biting down 
hard on her lip in a whimper as she came on my cock. My 
own thrusts were much more deliberate now and with the 
added rippling of Drew's pussy, I thrust harder into her 
and shot my load deep inside of her womb, spraying inside 
of her hot cunt.

I held Drew up for a few more moments as my dick softened 
inside of her, before gently setting her down on the 
floor of the Jacuzzi. Virginie crawled up to her and they 
nuzzled with one another, each touching the other's body 
as we all rested in the hot tub (which by now was missing 
about half it's water). As we all relaxed for a few 
minutes, Virginie finally spoke.

"So, Dean, did you decide on the ah, better pussy?" she 
said. Drew laughed wildly at the phrasing of Virginie's 
question, causing her to blush slightly.

"I call it even. Comparing you two ladies would just be 
down right unfair. You both were incredible," I said as I 
started to climb out of the tub.

"Where are you going?" Drew asked.

"Well, in case you didn't know, there are a lot of people 
in my house and I need to go watch over them. Do the 
sociable host sort of thing. You two girls have a good 
night - oh and Drew, make sure you clean Virginie up a 
bit before you leave, if you know what I mean," I said 
with a wink. Drew turned to Virginie, taking her face in 
her hands and kissed her softly as I got dressed.

"No problem there. Come on girl, let me teach you a few 
tricks for later on..." Drew said as I walked away into 
the house, shaking my head. My clothes were sticky from 
the Jacuzzi as I made my way inside, passing a few 
stragglers who had probably come out to see what all the 
screaming was about. Heading inside, I walked upstairs 
again, finding it to be completely quiet from all the 
bedrooms down the hall. It was starting to push 11:00 and 
I could tell that for a lot of people, the party was 
winding down. I didn't care though, I just felt like I 
needed a shower.

Walking into my bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and 
turned on the water, waiting on it to warm up. After it 
did, I stepped into the warm heat of the stall and let 
the water wash over me. Standing underneath the water, I 
started to think about all that had happened today. How I 
had started the morning with Damon and went on to have 
sex with six different beautiful women and watched four 
others get off by their own accord (well, Rachel DID have 
a little help from me). I couldn't help but smile over 
this thought, but inside I still felt a little troubled.

As much as I had tried to shake the question, I felt like 
today was a day of decisions, of making up my mind and 
trying to figure out where I was going to go from here. 
Everyone who wanted me to stay in the business seemed 
genuine and sincere, but I couldn't help but wonder what 
position they would be in if I hadn't made them all 
fabulously wealthy and tended to their every need. I 
tried to focus on the question but my mind kept running 
from it, distracting myself with other things. As I 
reached for the soap, I resolved myself to coming to a 
decision before the night was over.

I must have been completely distracted in my thoughts 
however, because I didn't hear the door to the bathroom 
open or see the female form outside of it undressing and 
standing outside the stall. It was only when I heard the 
stall itself be pulled open did I come out of my mental 
state and see the woman standing in front of me.

It was Kristin Davis, one of (and arguably the most 
beautiful) stars of the hit HBO show "Sex and the City". 
She must have been in her own world too as she opened the 
stall, completely naked, and stuck her hand in to turn on 
the water. She glanced up at me and our eyes met, before 
she screamed and stepped back in surprise.

"Agh! Shit, sorry! I didn't know anyone was in there! I'm 
so sorry, I'll leave and come back when you are done," 
Kristin said, closing the stall. I caught it from her 
hand and stuck my head out.

"Kristin, it's me, stop freaking out," I said to her. She 
looked surprised for a moment, putting a name to the 
face. When she noticed it was me, she smiled.

"Oh Dean, Jesus you scared me half to death. I thought 
you were someone else," Kristin said.

"Nope, it's just me. Who were you expecting?" I asked.

"I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking actually. 
I have a lot on my mind with the new season of the show 
about to start and all and well, the three drinks I had 
about an hour ago didn't do much to keep my mind sharp," 
she said. She glanced down at herself and realized that 
she was naked, suddenly moving her hands to cover her 
full, jutting breasts with her arm and moving her other 
hand down between her legs. Her face blushed red.
	
"It's alright. I do live here you know. Why are you 
taking a shower anyways?" I asked.

"I thought it might wake me up a little, clear my head. I 
really didn't mean to barge in on you, I'll let you 
finish your shower and then if it's ok I'll take one of 
my own," Kristin said softly, turning to the door. I 
couldn't help but notice her firm ass as she turned, the 
flawless beauty of her backside.

I paused for a moment. "You don't have to go if you don't 
want to," I said. Kristin stopped.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, the shower is big enough for two people, so you 
can join me if you want. Besides, it saves water," I said 
with a smile.

Kristin stepped towards me, her nose wrinkling in a cute 
way. "Are you sure? I mean, you don't mind if I see you 
naked?"

"No more than if you mind that I see you. And I think 
that cat is already out of the bag," I said, opening the 
door wider for her. Kristin blushed at my comment, but 
removed her arms, giving me a full view of her naked 
body. In the steam of the shower, she looked like a 
beautiful nymph standing there, taking a step towards the 
shower, the gracefulness of her body a magnificent sight 
to behold.

"Well, ok. I guess it's no big deal. We are both adults 
after all," she said with a nervous smile, stepping past 
me and into the cascading water. I shut the stall behind 
her, leaving us both standing in the shower, the water 
starting to sheen off of her body.

We stood in silence for a moment as Kristin got her whole 
body wet, the water soaking her long brown hair as it 
fell over her shoulders. She seemed at ease for the most 
part at standing there, but from the slight movement of 
her feet as she shifted her weight I knew that she was 
still a little hesitant.

"I can't believe I'm doing this, taking a shower with 
Hollywood stud Dean Simonds," she giggled. "I guess this 
is what I get for drinking a lot in a short amount of 
time,"

"Hollywood stud huh? Well, coming from someone as 
beautiful as you, that's a compliment I suppose," I said, 
reaching for the soap and starting to lather myself up. 
As I soaped up my body, I held the soap out to Kristin. 
To my surprise though, she turned away from me and showed 
her back.

"Here, wash my back for me if you don't mind," she said. 
I told her I didn't and then lathered up my hands with 
the bar of soap and began to rub it into her skin. 
Working my hands over the small of her back, I moved 
upwards towards her shoulders and neck, coating it in the 
bubbles of the soap. Kristin moved under the water and 
let it wash away, my hands now moving lower on her. I 
hesitated for a moment, trying to decide if she wanted me 
to take it to the next step. With a little bit of pause, 
I placed my hands on her ass and began to rub the soap 
in. Kristin didn't move or flinch or turn away and as I 
cleaned her tight ass cheeks, the flesh soft and warm in 
my palms, she seemed to loosen up even more.

"Having a hit show is so stressful," she said, her back 
still turned to me. "I mean, with Sarah Parker getting 
pregnant and all, it delayed things quite a bit on the 
set. And now the anticipation is so high for the next 
season to start. And even though we aren't really a new 
show, I still feel nervous before the start of every 
season. I guess I'm afraid the fans will just abandon us 
all of a sudden and I'll be out of a job,"

"I wouldn't worry about that," I said to her, moving my 
hands from her ass up to her waist and around to her 
tummy, rubbing the bar sensuously across her skin. 
"Someone like you has real talent and you will be able to 
find work for a long time to come,"

"I hope so," she said with a sigh. "I just wish I could 
get an award nomination sometime or something. Any kind 
of recognition to make myself feel better, to distinguish 
myself from the other actresses on the show," 

"Again, I wouldn't fret over that. Your character is an 
important part of the show. And just because you don't 
get the snappy dialog doesn't make your character any 
less important. After all, there has to be at least ONE 
normal woman on the show, don't you think?" I said to 
her, my hands now moving on their own up to her chest 
right below her breasts.

"Thanks Dean," she said, turning to me, my hands still 
stuck right beneath the natural hang of her tits. "You 
know how to make a girl feel good,"

Now it was my turn to blush slightly. "You don't know how 
often I've heard that," I mumbled. Kristin grinned at me 
and took the soap from my hands.

"Here, let me wash you," Kristin said. She turned me 
around and worked on my back, moving quickly up and down, 
getting my body lathered up in a speedy fashion. Her pace 
slowed however as she moved her hands to my ass and 
waist, dawdling there for a moment before suddenly moving 
her small hands to my groin and rubbing the soap over my 
cock. I felt myself start to harden as she squeezed and 
fondled them with her slippery fingers, her body now 
moving closer to me. I could feel her hot breath on my 
neck.

"Maybe you have heard that from a lot of women," she 
whispered. "But I still think you deserve a lot of credit 
for all the work you do. I don't think you get paid 
enough for all that you give to clients,"

"Oh, I take a sizable percentage, you know that," I said 
as I felt her fingers encircle my cock and start to slide 
up and down it, just slow enough to tease between 
deliberate attention and a casual "wash".

"That's not what I meant. I think you sometimes deserve a 
little bit more," she said, now jerking harder on my 
prick so that it was at full hardness. "More attention to 
your own...needs,"

I turned to face Kristin now, and found that beneath that 
cute girl-next-door smile of hers was a look of lust, 
just below the surface. It was surprising to see that 
really, as I had never thought of Kristin in a sexual way 
in terms of being a client. But with the water falling on 
her like that and the grin that she was giving me, her 
cute face masking the desire beneath, my viewpoint 
started to change quickly.

Kristin released my cock and handed the soap back to me. 
"Here, you forgot to do my chest," she said with a wild 
grin.

I placed my hands on her breasts, now squeezing them 
harder as I rubbed the soap into them, feeling her 
nipples harden beneath my touch. Her c-cup breasts 
bounced naturally underneath my busy fingers and Kristin 
gasped a little as I played with her tits, squeezing them 
in an innocent manner so that I could keep the tease 
going with her. I released her breasts after a moment as 
we stood there under the water, Kristin waiting on me to 
make the next move.

I pulled her closer to me, setting the soap aside as her 
body pressed against my own. Kristin leaned her head into 
my chest, and I watched the water run over her back as I 
massaged her shoulders. Kristin looked up at me, her 
beautiful brown eyes gazing into my own, her mouth moving 
to my neck where she planted soft kisses on the inside of 
my throat, making my body tingle from the sensation. My 
cock was hard between us, a fact that I was amazed about 
considering all the fucking and adventures it had gone 
through today. I let it slip away from her belly down to 
between her legs and guided it into her cunt, the tip 
passing through her lips. Even though I wasn't at my 
hardest, I could still get my prick up inside of her 
enough to make it pleasurable for the both of us.

Kristin raised her leg, setting it on the edge of the 
small seat in the shower (something installed by my 
father in his later years) as she pushed herself closer 
to me, my dick plunging like an arrow into her hot hole.

Neither of us really moved that much, we just enjoyed the 
sensations of each other's bodies: my own coming from the 
tight grasp of her cunt and Kristin just happy to feel 
the fullness inside of her. She placed her hands on my 
shoulders and rocked back and forth on the floor of the 
shower with her leg, bending her knee slightly as she 
moved my dick in and out of her body. We didn't say 
anything, Kristin's head now resting against my chest 
once more, the silence of our lovemaking enough to make 
the situation very erotic, like something you would see 
in a higher quality soft-core porn film.

I looked down to see her gaping twat stretch and squeeze 
around my prick as she pushed herself horizontally 
against me, my dick now finally at it's hardest yet, 
passing into her opening smoothly, the water of the 
shower pouring over our genitals to provide ample 
lubrication. Kristin's breasts were pressed firmly 
against me as I moved my hand down to finger her nipples, 
rubbing the tip of her left breast between her thumb and 
forefinger, pinching it slightly.

Kristin moaned in a slight orgasm from this, neither of 
us rushing things as we took our time just holding each 
other like that in a passionate coupling of flesh. The 
head of my cock battered into her continually, pressing 
in against her deepest inner walls, touching the back of 
her pussy lightly as I brushed over her clit and much 
deeper into her cervix.

Lowering herself off of me, Kristin dropped to her knees 
in the shower stall, reaching her hand up to turn off the 
water. We stood in the dripping noise of the shower, my 
dick jutting out obscenely from my body as Kristin took 
it in her hand, letting the head slide between her lips. 
She moved her hand to the base of my shaft and with a bit 
of squeezing and twisting (very gently mind you) of the 
foreskin, she began to jerk me off, slow at first but 
much faster as the final drips of the faucet fell off and 
onto the tile of the shower floor.

Kristin took my dick into her mouth, her hand still 
working the shaft as she sucked on it like a lollipop, 
the tips of her teeth grazing the edge of the skin to 
give me goose bumps. I leaned back against the shower 
wall and let Kristin go to work on me, her long brown 
hair parted almost perfectly around her oval face, the 
wet strands touching against her cheeks as she sucked 
harder on me, her cheeks billowing inward to create an 
incredible vacuum.

The stress and exhaustion of the day caught up to me 
finally, and I felt a smaller than usual but still very 
intense orgasm approaching. I reached my hand down and 
took my cock from Kristin's mouth. She frowned in a 
pouting way, but leaned back on her thighs as I jerked my 
cock, waiting for the first shot of cum to arrive.

It shot forth a moment later as I aimed my dick towards 
Kristin's breasts. She cupped them together and held them 
out for me, the first two shots landing squarely on her 
left nipple and the third and final stream landing 
between her breasts, to dribble down through the cleavage 
of her flushed skin. Kristin rubbed the cum into her 
breasts, licking off any excess with her fingers as she 
finally stood up from the shower and gave me a passionate 
hug, her hands moving to my ass to give it a gentle 
squeeze.

"That was just what I needed. Thanks, as always, for 
helping me out Dean," Kristin said, opening the shower 
stall and letting the last remnants of steam escape from 
within. She grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around 
her body as she headed for the bathroom door.

"My clothes are out there. I'll see you later Dean, call 
me ok? We can do lunch," she said before disappearing 
into the bedroom. I stepped out of the shower and dried 
myself off, reapplied some deodorant and cologne and 
brushed my hair in the mirror of the bathroom. The shower 
had felt good: even though I was pretty wiped out from 
all that had happened that day, the encounter with 
Kristin had given me a second wind and the heat of the 
shower just seemed to add to that. Wrapping a towel 
around my waist, I opened the bedroom door quietly, 
glancing out.

There was no one out there, so I walked out and chose a 
new outfit to wear - khaki pants and a loose Hawaiian 
style shirt that I had usually only worn for parties or 
around the house, something that needed to look casual. 
Dressing, I walked out of the bedroom and downstairs, 
heading for the kitchen to get something to eat.

The house was mostly quiet now, only a handful of voices 
trickling out of various parts of the house, as I saw a 
couple of extras whom I represented walking out the front 
door. I waved to them, but they didn't see me as they 
pulled the front door shut behind them. Walking into the 
kitchen, I found Damon sitting at the counter/bar area of 
the massive room, eating a sandwich and drinking one of 
those energy drinks.

He nodded at me as I walked to the fridge and got out 
some left over pizza from a few nights before and grabbed 
an energy drink of my own, walking over to sit next to 
Damon at the bar. I sat down with a sigh as he stopped 
eating to watch me munch on the cold pizza.

"How'd you like the party?" Damon asked, sipping his 
drink.

"It has been great. I can't believe that you managed to 
throw this together on such short notice," I said to him.

"Well, I've been planning it for a while, I saw how down 
you had been lately with all that shit with your brother 
and I thought you could use something like this to cheer 
yourself up," Damon replied.

"Thanks, I do appreciate it. Boy, the media would have 
had a field day with all the guests you managed to snag. 
You'd think we were handing out awards tonight or 
something," I said.

"Speaking of which, Halle Berry was here. She said she 
was sorry she didn't see you but she had an early morning 
flight and couldn't stay too long. But did you know that 
she carries that damn Oscar with her all the time?" he 
said.

I laughed. "No, I didn't. But it wouldn't surprise me, 
especially the way she put the death grip on it on Oscar 
night when she won it,"

"Well, she did let it go for a little while she was here. 
In fact, I put it to some uh, good uses when we had some 
time alone. Let's just say Oscar knows Ms. Berry inside 
and out now," Damon said with a chuckle.

I laughed again. "I'm not even going to ask about that 
one," I said, chugging my drink. I didn't realize how 
thirsty I had gotten, but the cold liquid felt good going 
down.

We sat in silence for a moment before Damon spoke again, 
finishing his sandwich.

"So have you thought more about the thing you mentioned 
this morning. You know, leaving and all?" Damon asked 
quietly.

"It's haunted me all day, but to answer your question, 
no. I haven't decided yet. This party put things in 
perspective for me, it made me feel very appreciated and 
happy to be around people that seem to genuinely enjoy me 
being out here as a person, not just in the typical 
Hollywood way, you know?" I said to him. Damon nodded.

"It probably doesn't hurt that you've slept with almost 
every woman who passed through the front door," Damon 
said, stifling a grin.

"I have not!" I said in a mock defensive tone. "Well, 
maybe not ALL of them but, well, ok probably half,"

We both laughed again as Damon finished his drink, 
standing up away from the bar. He stretched his massive 
arms over his head.

"I should probably head home," Damon said with a yawn. 
"Got a lot of stuff to do tomorrow,"

"You can crash here if you don't think you can drive," I 
said. "I know the boss and I think he'll be ok if you 
come in a little late,"

"That's alright, I stayed fairly sober for most of the 
night. But I could use a good night's sleep in my own 
bed. I'll talk to you later Dean," Damon said, walking 
towards the front door. I followed him as he stood in the 
doorway.

"You know, even if I do leave Hollywood and do...well, 
something else, I'd probably leave the business to you to 
run things," I said to him. Damon smiled, a genuine "aw-
shucks" sort of smile.

"Really? That's an incredible compliment Dean, especially 
since we haven't even known each other for a year," Damon 
said.

"You're smart and gifted when it comes to networking with 
celebrities and diffusing bad situations, and you always 
keep me on my toes. I think that you and the staff we 
have now could manage things just fine without me," I 
said to him.

"We could, but it sure would be quiet around there 
without you," Damon said. I didn't say anything for a 
moment, just letting the thoughts pass by into the warm 
night air.

"Go get some sleep man, and thanks again for the party," 
I said, patting him on the shoulder. Damon smiled and 
turned away, walking off through the yard to his car. He 
was almost out of sight when I saw a pair of headlights 
pull into the drive way, a big car coming to a halt 
behind one of my sports cars that I had left outside 
earlier in the week. A car door opened and closed and I 
saw a small female figure walk towards the entrance of 
the house. 


As they drew closer, the porch lights reflected off of 
her blond hair and I could tell from the way that she 
carried herself it could only be one person: Sarah 
Michelle Gellar. Closing the door behind me, I walked out 
to greet her.

"Is the party over? Did I miss it?" Sarah said as she 
approached me. She was wearing a pink one piece dress 
that hung to her curves delicately, the fabric reaching 
down just to her calves.

"Yes, for the most part. But hey, I'm the guest of honor 
and I'm still here," I said, leaning back against the 
front door.

"Damn. If I hadn't had to return those video tapes for 
Freddie then I would have been here on time. I'm sorry I 
missed the big surprise Dean," Sarah said.

"It's alright, I've had quite a night anyways," I 
replied.

"That's good. Were you surprised?" she asked.

"Most definitely. I about had a heart attack right there 
on my hallway floor," I said with a laugh. Sarah glanced 
down at the pavement of the porch.

"Listen, there was another reason I came by tonight..." 
she said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I just wanted to...well...how about we take a 
walk? Is your neighborhood safe to walk in?" Sarah asked, 
raising her head towards me.

"It's a gated neighborhood, if that's what you mean. 24 
hour security, and a police station only three miles 
away. If that's what you mean by safe," I said.

"That will work. Here, show me around the neighborhood a 
bit will you?" Sarah asked. She moved closer to me and I 
could smell her perfume - lightly applied, it wafted like 
a fine wisp off of her bare shoulders of the sleeveless 
dress.

"It would be my pleasure," I said, taking her arm as we 
walked down the driveway. I left the front door unlocked, 
figuring any guests who were still inside needed a way to 
get in and out if they wanted to leave.
	
We strolled down the driveway and hung a left, heading 
down a slight hill towards the curve of the road, the 
only light around us coming from a streetlight way above 
and the night sky, which was flawless and unbroken as the 
stars twinkled above us, managing to escape from the 
light pollution of the city.

Chatting, we talked about nothing in particular really, 
walking the winding roads of the neighborhood for a few 
miles. Since we were both in shape, neither of us were 
really winded or tired by the walk, but I noticed as we 
passed under the occasional streetlight that Sarah had a 
slight, very slight sheen of sweat on her face and neck. 
I could tell from the way the conversation was going that 
Sarah was avoiding whatever it was she wanted to tell me. 
I decided to get it out of her subtly, by leading her by 
the hand through an empty lot of land, a small field, 
located at the end of one of the cul-de-sac's of the 
street.

We walked through the tall grass, the moisture brushing 
against our legs before I spotted a set of small rocks 
sticking out from the Earth over to the left of the 
field. I led Sarah there and we both sat down, enjoying 
the view of the city beneath us.

"Sarah, I know you are adapt at talking bullshit and 
making small talk since you ARE an actress and all, but 
it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you are 
avoiding whatever it is you wanted to tell me. You know 
as well as I that we can talk about your movie roles any 
time, so if you have something you want to tell me then 
just do it," I said softly.

Sarah scooted against me, her head on my shoulder.

"I talked to Kirsten Dunst the other day, we ran into 
each other at a movie premiere. The conversation was very 
private, just she and I, but she told me about what 
happened between you and your brother Jacob," Sarah said.

"Half-brother," I replied, correcting her.

"Whatever. Don't be mad at her for telling me, it just 
came up during the conversation when we were talking 
about you. And I realized after talking to her that if 
you hadn't come over to my house that night, perhaps a 
lot of what happened WOULDN'T have happened. And, well 
I've felt guilty about it since then. That's why I came 
by tonight, to apologize," Sarah said with a sigh.

"You don't have to apologize. It is in no way your fault 
about what happened, Jacob was an ego-maniac who would 
have found some other way to come after me, and things 
might have been much worse. I might not be here talking 
to you if I hadn't gone to your house that night," I 
said, pausing. "That's what's so funny about life, and 
what has led me to think about my future here in 
Hollywood. Your life can change in an instant, and even 
if you get through the tough tests, you will undoubtedly 
come back as a different person, perhaps even a worse 
person,"

"That's true, but I still feel guilty. I put my feelings 
and desires over the safety of you, and famous or not, 
that is just a bad thing to do to someone," Sarah said. 
"I hope you can forgive me,"

I kissed Sarah's head, smelling her shampoo and perfume. 
"I forgive you, although I still contend you don't need 
to be forgiven,"

We sat in silence for a moment, neither of us speaking. 
Sarah lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me.

"Wouldn't you miss all this? I mean, I know that you can 
have anyone you want, any of the most beautiful women are 
yours through that irresistible charm that you have. 
Hell, even I fell victim to it, although I'm certainly 
not complaining. But things would be so much different 
without you around to call on or talk to or just get 
together with, even if it is never anything serious," 
Sarah said. "Are you really going to leave?"

"Right now, I think so. I don't know where I'm going or 
what I'm going to do but for a while at least, I need to 
get away and leave this all behind me. Move on with my 
life and not let running Shooting Stars become who I am 
as a person," I replied. I was thinking as I spoke, not 
even considering what my words were saying - they just 
seemed to come from my heart, a place I would have 
trusted from the start of the day if my time as an agent 
hadn't altered my perception of the world.

"If you do leave, I mean, anytime soon," Sarah said. "Can 
I at least have you one more time? Feel you hold me and 
enter me just once again and make me feel complete and 
calm?"

"Of course. You are special to me Sarah, I don't know 
why. Maybe it's your independence and spirit and your own 
charms, but I'd love to be with you once more before I 
leave Hollywood," I said.

"Good," Sarah whispered. She scooted away from me for a 
moment and began sliding her dress off of her shoulders.

"Oh, you wanted to do this right now?" I said with a 
laugh.

"No time like the present," Sarah said with a grin. The 
material of the dress slid off of her smooth shoulders 
now, as she pulled the dress down her body and off, 
setting it against the surface of the rock we sat on. I 
could see her nipples hardening in the air, the tips 
pressing over the top of her bra as the moonlight shone 
on her flawless body. I turned to her and pulled her 
closer to me, kissing her deeply. Our tongues danced 
beneath the stars, Sarah's breath quickening as the 
passion between us grew stronger.

I put my hand on her hip and slid her panties down her 
thighs by the corners, Sarah kicking them off into the 
nearby grass. She reached behind her back and undid her 
bra, letting it fall from her body in a smooth and 
graceful motion. She set it on top of her panties and 
stood up in front of me, reaching her hands down to my 
chest. She ran her palms over my pecs, her small hands 
caressing my body as her busy fingers found the buttons 
of the shirt and began to unbutton it slowly, revealing 
after a moment by bare chest beneath.

I undid my belt and slid my khakis off, standing there 
now in just my shoes as I stood over Sarah, pulling her 
closer to me. My boxers were the only garment of clothing 
between us, and I could feel the heat radiating from 
between her legs as her trimmed cunt pressed against me, 
the wetness already apparent on top of her mound. 

Removing my boxers, my cock sprung free - the shower and 
the energy drink had revitalized me, giving me a second 
wind that with most men would probably be unnatural. 
Still though, I felt my hard dick aching as it popped out 
of my boxers and slapped against Sarah's stomach. I 
reached under her legs and lifted her up, carrying her a 
few feet to a soft spot of grass nearby before laying her 
down on the ground.

I crawled on top of her, my knees wet with the setting 
dew and kissed her once more, this time with more force 
as my hands roamed down to her perfect, natural breasts 
and squeezed them, my fingers rubbing over her nipples as 
the tips slid between the spacing of my index and middle 
finger. Moving my other hand down between her legs, I 
plunged a finger into Sarah to increase her wetness and 
excite her clit, allowing me better access to the depths 
of her hot cunt.

Working my hand in and out of her, I continued to rub her 
breast and kiss her throat and neck softly, Sarah's head 
leaning back against the ground as she let my lips and 
tongue taste the soft flesh beneath her chin. As my 
fingers moved inside of her, I could feel her pussy 
already start to contract a little, grasping at my digits 
and trying to hold them in longer inside of her twat. I 
continued my kisses for a few minutes, feeling the heat 
coming off of Sarah's perfectly formed body rising 
sharply seemingly with every thrust into her gaping cunt.

Sarah was more than wet enough by now as I removed my 
hand, licking my fingers clean of her succulent juices. I 
moved on top of her, my arms placed against the wet 
ground by her shoulders as I lined my dick up in 
anticipation of entering her.

"Go slow," Sarah whispered. "I want to make this last,"

I nodded to her and moved my hand down, guiding the tip 
of my cock into her outer lips. They parted gently around 
my head, letting me sink into her pussy slowly but 
completely, inch by agonizing inch becoming enveloped by 
her oh-so-hot cunt. I gained some leverage from my knees, 
which allowed me to have a better angle in which to bury 
the remaining inches of my dick inside of her slowly. I 
continued to press into her until I felt myself bottom 
out deep inside of her tight, wet pussy, my balls resting 
softly in the crook of her ass as I held my penetration 
of her in a perfectly still manner.
	
Looking down at Sarah, her hand had gone to her breasts 
and she was tweaking and rubbing her nipples, her face 
cast to the side on the ground, her mouth open in an "O" 
shape, no sound escaping from between her thin lips. I 
slowly began to pull my hips back, removing a few inches 
or so of my cock from between her folds, the visible part 
of my shaft shining in the light with her juices. I 
pushed my rod back into her slowly, Sarah's body rocking 
gently against the penetration of her body, her ass 
moving slightly on the ground as I thrust, this time 
removing my dick more from her before pushing it back in 
once more.

I started to fuck Sarah harder now, her legs splayed out 
around me and a low moan coming from her lips. I was 
still determined to take my time as I moved myself in and 
out of her tight little body, but the luscious feel of 
her tight pussy (not fucked regularly, thanks to her fake 
marriage with Freddie Prinze Jr.) was urging me on, 
begging to be cooled down by the friction of our love 
making. I grinded my hips into Sarah's own, leaning over 
her and watching her writhe beneath me, her blonde hair 
spreading out on the ground around her face, giving her a 
sort of angelic look.

Being inside of her was an incredible feeling, one that I 
had not experienced with anyone but Sarah in the time I 
had been out here in Los Angeles. Her pussy was both warm 
and wet, but also tight and loose at the same time. I 
can't quite describe it, it was just a feeling of natural 
bliss, of being inside one of God's most beautiful 
creations and partaking in the carnal delights of that 
body. Sarah's clit throbbed beneath my moving prick, 
rubbing against the underside of my shaft, the hard nub 
only increasing my sensations inside of her (and it 
certainly didn't feel bad for Sarah!)

Sarah removed her hand from her breast and opened her 
eyes, looking deeply into mine. In the pale moonlight, 
she looked like a nymph or some other sort of mythical 
creature, one given over to it's own hedonistic urges and 
desires. She leaned up against me, causing my body to 
move backwards slightly as her arms wrapped around my 
back. Holding herself up, she began to thrust her hips 
upward towards my own, urging and challenging my prick to 
go as deep as possible inside of her.

The change in position seemed to spark a fire of lust in 
Sarah, for her desire to keep things slow was evaporating 
with every passing second, her body crying out for more 
fervent attention and demanding to be pleasured. She 
placed her legs against mine, her thighs wet with the 
splashing juices that seeped from her cunt.

Neither one of us spoke - we didn't have to; this was 
simply about lust, about attraction and about filling a 
physical and emotional need, of building a connection. 
That sort of desire was a different kind than what I had 
felt in a long time, and it served to make the entire 
situation all the more erotic and exciting for me 
physically, a slight string of goose bumps running down 
my spine.

Sarah trembled beneath me, her cunt spewing forth her own 
orgasm and juices, her inner walls quaking around my cock 
as I rubbed it against the inside of her pussy, the soft 
velvety flesh like a vice of heat and wetness. She was 
panting hard now, her orgasm coursing through her body as 
she came down off of the high of it, her hips continuing 
to rise up and meet me as I pressed deeper and harder 
into her, thrusting like a jackhammer inside of her cunt.

Her breasts bouncing on her chest, Sarah's erect nipples 
stood out like beautiful eraser tips, the blood coursing 
through them making them hard and erect as they brushed 
against my arms and chest in our lovemaking. Sarah's ass 
was grinding itself into the dirt, her small cheeks 
rubbing against the grass. Not like she or I cared - 
dirty, outdoors sex felt primal and animalistic, and 
given the way that we were going at it, that's exactly 
the situation that we were in. Groaning again, I felt 
Sarah's body heat rise, especially inside of her sex, and 
she shivered slightly again, a smaller orgasm hitting her 
body once more, making her groan in a low and 
unintelligible voice.

I felt a renewed vigor inside of me, my blood energized 
and my prick revitalized to continue to hammer against 
her. Just eating something only an hour earlier had done 
wonders, giving me the strength to finally let Sarah's 
hands slip from my body and her back to rest once more on 
the grass, my hips now thrusting as hard as I could 
inside of her.

Her pussy was burning hot now, like being inside of the 
most intense fire of your life, the walls contracting and 
gripping and squeezing me firmly, not wanting to let go 
but just begging and urging me to shoot my load inside of 
her. I continued my pace inside of her, grinding her body 
into the dew of the grass, sweat and dirt covering both 
of our bodies as we kept up with one another for a few 
minutes, Sarah's hips rising off the ground still to meet 
me, before bouncing back to the Earth like a spring, 
popping up only a second later for another thrust.

The sex we were having was pretty ordinary, but it was by 
far the most amazing sex I have ever had in a position 
like that. Missionary or not, pushing all the way inside 
of her till I hit her deepest inner channel wall was a 
feeling of immaculate pleasure and happiness, my body on 
autopilot as the sweat poured off of my body and onto 
Sarah's naked and twisting flesh beneath me.

The heat of her pussy was quickly becoming too much for 
even my re-charged prick though, as I felt my countless 
orgasm of the day approaching. I grabbed Sarah by the 
hips and held her slightly in air for a moment, my dick 
burrowed as deep as possible inside of her, the head 
touching her cervix as I felt the first stream of cum 
shoot out like a rocket from the head of my dick.

I held Sarah like that as I continued to spurt load after 
steaming load inside of her, undoubtedly coating the 
tight walls of her pussy with my seed. As I felt the 
final gush release itself from my body and into hers, I 
slowly began to remove my dick from her cunt, the head 
popping out still hard as I smeared the excess cum and 
Sarah's juices on the small patch of pubic hair slightly 
above her cunt. I released Sarah's hips from my hands and 
gently set her legs back on the ground, her chest heaving 
and gasping for air as our bodies began to cool off and 
calm themselves down, my prick still twitching slightly 
as I held it in my hand, watching the slow drip of cum 
seep from between Sarah's still spread legs.

Helping Sarah put her dress back on (we left her 
underwear there for one of the neighborhood boys to 
find...if they only knew who it belonged to!), I 
redressed and we walked back to the house slowly, Sarah's 
small hand in my own and her body pressing tightly 
against me, that same indescribable heat now slowing to a 
cool in the night air around us.

Back at the house, I saw that it seemed like everyone had 
gone but that all the lights were still on. In contrast 
to the rest of the neighborhood, which had probably long 
since went to sleep, my home shone brightly from every 
window on the upstairs and downstairs, signs (to me 
anyways) that the house had life, that it wasn't just 
another oversized and self-serving mansion. I guided 
Sarah back up the front steps, intending to take her 
inside for another shower and perhaps another round of 
love making late into the night.

Opening the door, I was startled to see Natalie Portman 
sitting at the couch in the living room, looking down at 
the floor as she held her purse in her hands. Sarah 
closed the door behind us and Natalie looked up, seeing 
me standing there with Sarah's hand still in my own. Even 
though we had broken up, I instinctively let Sarah's 
fingers fall away from my hand as she waited a step or so 
behind me.

Natalie got up off the couch and walked towards us. "Hi 
Dean. Hi Sarah," she said quietly, looking right through 
Sarah despite having acknowledged her. It was tough to 
read the look in Natalie's eyes: it wasn't really anger 
or jealousy, but something more, something I couldn't 
quite put words to.

The silence was awkward as we waited there, Sarah 
fidgeting with her hands and looking down at the floor. 
Natalie walked over to her.

"You have a stick in your hair," she said, removing a 
small twig from Sarah's blonde locks. Sarah blushed. 

"Thanks," she said quietly, Natalie stepping back to 
where she was just a moment before.

"Dean...can I talk to you?" Natalie said. "Alone?"

I was caught in the middle now - I didn't owe Natalie 
anything, and given that I had dumped her because of her 
betrayal of me by following Jacob's offer, I didn't have 
to even let her stand there in my house. Sarah was there 
and I was sure that for that night at least, I could be 
happy with her only.

But there was just something about Natalie standing 
there, her beautiful face and small frame, caught still 
between womanhood and the child actress that had 
literally grown up on screen, that made me push those 
thoughts of anger and resentment away. She wore just a 
simple outfit, jeans and a white blouse that frilled at 
the end of the arm-length sleeves, her curly brown hair 
pulled behind her head in a ponytail. I knew that in my 
heart, I at least owed her some of my time to hear her 
out.

"Sure, I guess. Sarah, do you want to wait in the kitchen 
or go take a shower or..." I said, but Sarah interrupted 
me.

"No, no, it's fine. I was planning on leaving pretty soon 
anyways. You two need to work some stuff out I bet, and 
me just being here would make it all the more awkward," 
Sarah said.

"Are you sure? I'm sure Natalie wouldn't mind if you 
stayed," I asked, trying to convince her to stay simply 
because I didn't know where things would lead with 
Natalie.

"Like I said, it's fine. I've got a pretty hefty drive in 
front of me and I should probably get on the road," Sarah 
said. She kissed me on the cheek. "Call me if you leave 
town after all, or call me if you don't. Hell, just call 
me soon, ok?"

"Ok," I said to her, Sarah turning around and heading out 
the door slowly, closing the front door softly behind 
her. The house was empty now as Natalie and I looked at 
each other, neither knowing really what to say. It was 
strange being in such a large house that a few hours 
earlier had been so festive, only now it was like a 
brightly lit tomb, the tension between Natalie and I 
making things even more intense.

*
	
"Here, let's go sit down Natalie," I said in a calm 
voice, ushering her back into the living room. She took a 
seat on the sofa and I, not wanting to imply anything, 
sat opposite of her.

"So, what's going on? Sorry to hear that Episode II isn't 
going to beat out Spiderman for the summer box office 
haul," I said, making chit chat.

"Yeah, but I'm not too worried about that. I've gotten 
paid my part, so I'm happy," Natalie replied. "Let's talk 
about what happened between you, me and Jacob,"

Here we go, I thought to myself. "What's there to talk 
about? You left me for him, in particular for the money 
and the false illusions he offered you of even better 
representation," I said coldly.

"You never let me explain myself Dean, you just hung up 
on me. Which, I might add, was very childish of you," 
Natalie replied, her lips pursing together.

"Fair enough. Well, you're here now, so speak your 
piece," I said.

"I intend to. First off, this had nothing to do with 
money. I was in a bit of a rut when Jacob first came to 
me. I was gearing up to start doing the Episode II promo 
stuff, finishing up with exams at school and, well 
missing you a lot," Natalie said. "I was very vulnerable 
and Jacob quickly seduced me with the same sort of charms 
and whiles that you used with me,"

"So you slept with him too, is that it?" I asked 
incredulously.

"Like you didn't fuck around while you were out here and 
I was at school!" Natalie said, raising her voice 
slightly but catching herself. "Anyways, when I came out 
of the sort of fog I was in, I realized I had made a 
terrible mistake. But by that time, all that stuff 
between you and Jacob came to a head and I probably 
picked the worst possible night to call you and 
apologize,"

"That you did. But that was over a month ago. Tell me, 
why didn't you call me since then?" I asked.

Natalie fidgeted with her hands in her lap. "I...I didn't 
want to make you even more upset. I didn't want to risk 
blowing any chance I might have had of getting back 
together in the future. So I waited. And I was in LA this 
week for a few press interviews and Damon called me and 
told me about the party. I waited to come till later 
because I know how you get with a bunch of people around, 
always busy go go going," she said, smiling up at me.

"Anyways," she continued. "What I've realized is that I 
can't be with anyone else. Not knowing that you are there 
for me if I need to call hurts. It hurts me deep and it 
pains my soul. I tried hanging out with some friends, 
even dating some non-celebrity guys, but it just didn't 
seem to fit together. I felt hollow, empty," 

"How do you think I felt? I gave and I gave and I gave, 
being there for you and committing myself to you and even 
saving your life on that one night with Julie. And then 
you turn around and cheat on me by leaving my business 
and sleeping with my half-brother? I could tell you a 
thing or two about feeling empty, that's for sure," I 
said to her bitterly.

"I know. And I could sit here and apologize to you till I 
became blue in the face. But I know you, and I know that 
you don't put a lot of faith in apologies. But I know you 
and I know how your mind works. More importantly though, 
I know how your heart works," Natalie said. "That's why I 
have a proposition for you,"

"I'm listening," I said with a sigh.

"First, come sit over here by me," Natalie said, patting 
the couch. I moved to the couch and turned to face her, 
Natalie taking my hands in her own, her fingers resting 
on mine.

"I love you Dean," Natalie said. "I don't mean for the 
sex or the money or even the things we've been through. I 
mean that I love you as a person and as a soul mate. I 
want you to tell me that you don't love me back. I want 
you to be able to look me in the eye and tell me that, 
because I know that deep down you love me too and you 
think we should be together as well. That's what I need 
to know, I need to know if you feel the same. If you 
don't, I will leave and not come back, and we may never 
see each other again," Natalie said.

"I do love you Natalie," I said, my eyes becoming lost in 
her deep brown pupils. "But I mean, how do you know for 
sure that you and I were meant to be? We have both been 
through a lot and given my lifestyle here in Hollywood I 
don't see how we could avoid running into those same 
problems again,"

"Then leave. Leave Hollywood and come back with me. Come 
East. We both have enough money to live the rest of our 
lives out in comfort, we could buy a house near my school 
and live there till I graduated, then maybe even get 
married. Just come with me, back to where your roots 
are," Natalie said, squeezing my hands tight.

Here it was. My opportunity out of Hollywood, my destiny 
now opening before me like a blossoming flower, a future 
with Natalie. But did I want to leave, in spite of what I 
said and felt? I just didn't know...

I turned away from Natalie. "I can't. I can't decide to 
that, at least not right now Natalie. You can't just drop 
that on a person at once and expect them to come back 
with an answer,"
	
"Isn't that what this party was about though Dean? 
Weren't you planning on leaving anyways?" she asked, 
turning her head towards me.

"I don't know. I don't know what this party was for or 
about, but yes, the thought had crossed my mind. But 
don't try to write this whole thing off as fate with me 
wanting to leave and you offering a way out. I just don't 
buy that sort of thing," I said.

*

"Dean," Natalie sighed. "I'm not trying to put any of 
this in the hands of fate or any other sort of guiding 
power. I'm simply telling you how I feel,"

"I know how you feel, and I feel the same way. It's 
just...that's a big decision," I said.

Again, neither of us said much of anything. Natalie 
scooted closer to me on the couch; I could smell her skin 
and her hair, bringing back a flood of memories of our 
time together. We were both lost in our thoughts, but 
Natalie wasn't about to give up the fight yet.

Reaching out to me, her fingertips rested on my shoulder. 
She brushed them over my arm for a moment, nothing 
inherently sexual about it but still erotic in a strange 
sort of way. Natalie placed her other hand on my chest 
and put her palm over my heart, feeling it beat against 
her warm hand.

"This is all you need to listen to Dean. Nothing else 
matters," she said softly. Her hand moved from my chest 
to underneath my shirt at the throat of the fabric. Her 
fingers moved underneath the material as I sat rigid, 
torn inside by what I wanted to do. Her small fingertips 
moved down my chest, their tips a little cold but not 
keeping her hand from seeming to glow as it pressed 
against my skin. Leaning in close to me, Natalie gently 
kissed me on the lips, a soft kiss with more emotion than 
any of the feelings I had had earlier in this wild and 
crazy day. The kiss was only momentary, Natalie pulling 
her head away, but I tried not to express the feelings it 
stirred in me, keeping my defensive posture.

Natalie removed her hand from my body and, like Sarah 
only a little while earlier, began to unbutton my shirt. 
Natalie's touch was much more delicate though, in a way I 
don't think I'll understand. She glided the buttons away 
from the fabric with ease and within just a few moments 
time had it unbuttoned and off of my broad shoulders, my 
bare chest unmoving since she first touched me.

Natalie reached down and lifted my hand from her lap, 
putting it against her breast. She squeezed my fingers 
tightly, the tips pressing against her nipples through 
the blouse that she wore, trying to simulate I suppose 
the feeling of me touching her again. I went along with 
what she was doing as we sat there together, moving my 
hand ever so slightly at her guidance, noticing in the 
back of my mind that she was not wearing a bra. She moved 
my hand down to her leg and began to run it up and down 
smoothly over the material of her jeans, the warmth of 
her young body escaping from within as I caressed (with 
her guidance) the soft flesh of her encased thighs.

While her hand was guiding my own, Natalie removed her 
own blouse - indeed, no bra - and folded it neatly 
against the top of the couch, leaving it sitting there. I 
couldn't help but glance now at her small but firm 
breasts, the nipples that same incredible shade of color 
that showcased the true beauty of her body. My heart 
ached now, the feelings towards her returning. I shook my 
hand free of hers and continued to caress her legs by my 
own will, moving the other hand to her pants as Natalie 
leaned back against the couch, her chest rising and 
falling slowly. 

She watched me as I touched the material of her jeans, 
part of me simply dieing to get at the flesh underneath, 
but my rational mind still trying to fight the good 
fight.

"Natalie," I said. "If this goes where it's leading then 
that doesn't mean that everything we each did will be 
ignored," I said to her softly.

"I know. It doesn't have to be. I'm sorry that I hurt you 
Dean, and I hope that you are sorry that you hurt me as 
well,"

I didn't respond, only continued to touch her legs, 
moving every now and then to the source of the heat of 
her body, the spot between her legs, caressing her zipper 
with one finger as I brushed over it nonchalantly. When 
my hand moved back down to her thigh, Natalie lifted her 
ass off of the couch and began to unbutton her jeans, 
sliding them down slowly over her legs, the skin tight 
fabric fighting every inch of the way.

She slid them over the tennis shoes she wore and leaned 
back on the couch, now clad only in the polished white 
sneakers and a pair of green and purple panties that she 
wore between her thin legs. As my hands made contact with 
her thighs, I knew that the rational part of me had lost, 
that my heart and body were acting on their own desires 
now. And what they wanted right now was to feel Natalie 
Portman's soft body against my own once again.

Continuing to rub her thighs, Natalie leaned over and 
undid my pants, sliding them down halfway to my knees. 
Her breasts hung down from her chest, her nipples erect 
from the cool air of the house, but by the feel of her 
skin I could tell that she was anything but cold. Moving 
to remove my boxers, I stopped her.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Yes. I have never been more sure of anything in my 
life," Natalie replied, her deep brown eyes holding me in 
her gaze.

"Then we don't need to do this down here. It's not proper 
and not right for someone like you Natalie," I said. I 
stood from the couch, my pants now falling to the floor. 
Holding Natalie by the hand, I led her up the stairs 
slowly, step by step, her small body moving behind me. 
Her curly brown hair now hung loosely over her shoulders 
and her mouth was pursed with excitement, the lust in her 
eyes growing seemingly with every step we took. But it 
wasn't the lust I was used to: it was more than that, it 
was a look of love. Of the body and soul acting as one 
towards and end goal.

I led her into the bedroom, flipping on the light as we 
moved to the bed. Thankfully my earlier encounter had 
left no evidence, and even though Natalie probably knew 
what was going on in here earlier in the day, she 
certainly didn't need any physical proof. What was done 
was done, all that remained now was what was going to 
happen.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Natalie stood in front of 
me and slowly slid off her panties. She pushed me 
backwards gently onto the bed - this was new for her, 
taking the sexual lead - and climbed on top of me, 
planting another soft kiss on my lips, then moving up to 
my forehead, where she parted my hair gently. I reached 
down and slid my boxers off, my hard cock popping out of 
them and landing on my stomach. Natalie grinned at me and 
began kissing her way down my body, moving her tongue 
over my left nipple, exciting a spark inside of me, my 
body tingling at her touch.

She scooted to the end of the bed and leaned down, my 
cock just inches from her face. Her lips moved to it, but 
rather than engulfing it right away, she kissed the 
shaft, the tip of her tongue adding a drop of saliva to 
it as she moved her hand down to hold it, stroking the 
head with her fingers.

"I had forgotten how good you taste," Natalie whispered, 
her eyes fixated on my cock as she began to jerk it off 
slowly, moving her small hand up and down my now 
throbbing shaft. Natalie's cunt gleamed in the light of 
the bedroom, the shadows of the night time and street 
lights outside filtering in through the window to give 
her body an angelic glow, her flawless skin and nude body 
a testament to the beneficial genes she had inherited. I 
remembered for a moment watching her on screen when she 
was so young, the child star beauty having changed now 
into a truly beautiful creature, a young and mature woman 
who was just growing into accepting herself as something 
amazing.

Natalie lowered her head to my prick now, her hot mouth 
allowing the throbbing organ to slide between her lips 
and into the depths of her mouth and throat, most of the 
rod disappearing into her cute little mouth, her cheeks 
dimpling as she closed her lips around the base. Natalie 
sucked on me gently, her cheeks billowing outward as she 
wrapped her tongue up and down my dick, taking her time 
to savor the feeling. 

She lifted her head away again and moved back on top of 
me, still holding my cock in her hand. She straddled my 
legs and I could feel her warm sex growing closer to my 
dick as she leaned over me, her breasts just barely 
touching my chest as she held herself up by a few inches 
off of my body. The erotic sensations of watching her 
move, the grace, was almost maddening now, and I was 
trembling a bit as she began to ease the head of my dick 
into her pussy.

As the tip of my prick passed through her outer lips, all 
my thoughts and worries faded away. I was living just for 
this moment, for this time with Natalie once more. The 
head passed deeper into her channel, more of my shaft 
following as Natalie continued to guide my body into her 
own, the wetness and sheer heat of her cunt almost 
unimaginable. I wondered how long she had planned this, 
and if I had been too quick to dismiss her and her 
feelings for me. But I quickly lost track of that as 
Natalie pushed back hard on top of me, her small twat 
opening up inside like a delicate flower to take more and 
more of my dick inside.

The times we had been together had allowed her to 
experience and come to enjoy sex on much more than a 
physical level. She knew what turned me on and what to do 
to keep me from shooting my load too early. Her pussy had 
also learned a few tricks of it's own, being able to, 
after a few sessions with Natalie, stretch to meet my 
girth. Natalie was becoming quite skilled in letting my 
shaft enter her to the fullest, the head battering away 
deeper inside of her tight, young pussy. I pushed my hips 
up for the last little bit, and watched between Natalie's 
legs and my own as the shaft disappeared totally inside 
of her, only my balls visible now, hanging tightly in 
their sac at the base of her hot entrance.

With my dick fully inside of her, Natalie lifted herself 
away from me and settled down on my hips, grinding her 
young body around me as I was held totally inside of her, 
her inner walls just wide enough to accept my member but 
not so loose that the vice like grip that I had loved 
about being inside of her had faded. Natalie pressed her 
hands down onto my chest and began to work my cock in and 
out of her body, rising off of me gently so that my shaft 
pressed hard against her erect clit.

Natalie's brown hair swayed around her as she flexed her 
body in a belly-dancer style move, her firm tummy moving 
hypnotically while on top of me. Her dark brown patch of 
pubic hair just above her entrance swayed like a field of 
grass from her movements, as I reached my hands out to 
her hips and held onto her, guiding her movements on top 
of me.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" Natalie grunted, her body 
continuing to buck and writhe atop of my legs. Her pussy 
walls contracted tightly around my shaft, holding onto it 
as I felt her sweet juices spill forth from her body in 
orgasm, her thighs quivering from the rush of pleasure. 
My own hips were now rising off the bed as I penetrated 
her deeply, the shaft sinking into her as deep as 
possible with every thrust, my well worked cock head 
pushing against the base of her cervix, buried to the 
hilt in her sweet snatch.

Natalie moaned softly as I continued to fuck her, riding 
the wave of bliss that settled over her young body after 
her orgasm. She had needed to cum it seemed from the 
moment that I entered her, and having achieved her goal 
she was more than ready to keep going atop my shaft, her 
body now bouncing harder on top of me as I traced a 
finger to her tight ass and pressed the tip gently into 
the entrance of her asshole. Her pert hole tightened and 
gripped my finger instinctively but relaxed some as I 
continued to work my finger inside of her, keeping my 
thrusts in her ass in time with the rocking of my dick 
into her pussy. 

I hated pulling out of her, but as I felt her asshole 
stretch wider to accommodate my finger, I suddenly had a 
burning desire to try for an even tighter hole - her ass 
- allowing my dick now to slide out of her, the shaft and 
head red and wet from her juices. Natalie moved closer up 
my thighs so that my now twitching cock head was rubbing 
between her ass cheeks, lubricating and smearing her 
crack with the sweet pussy juice and her own cum that she 
had spilled all over my prick a few minutes earlier.

Reaching down, I lined the tip of my dick up to her ass, 
Natalie raising herself slightly from the bed so that she 
could allow me a better angle in which to plunder her 
last untouched hole. She winced slightly as I pressed the 
tip harder into her anal entrance, the muscles in her ass 
once again tight and resisting. I continued undaunted and 
pushed harder inside of her, feeling her ass give way to 
let my fat cock head inside her tight rectum, the shaft 
following quickly behind.

Wedging myself further into her, I met a lot of 
incredibly tight (but intensely sweet) pressure as I 
slide first two then quickly five inches of my dick 
further into her, her anal passage opening up more to let 
me in. Natalie looked a little pained by the entrance, 
but she had since moved her hand down and was rubbing her 
hard clit as a means of taking her mind off it.

I settled on only getting most of my shaft inside of her, 
afraid that pushing too much more in would hurt her, and 
proceeded to begin sliding my dick in and out of her ass, 
fighting the incredible grip that was a drastic 
magnification of the tightness of her cunt. I was very 
gentle with her, taking my time and making sure not to 
cause her any pain if possible, slowly sliding inch by 
inch in and out of her ass, making sure to leave the head 
in to lead the way as I fucked her ass.

The tightness of her ass was incredible - it wasn't the 
same softness of her pussy, but the intense pressure more 
than made up for that. My hands roamed and squeezed her 
ass, pulling her cheeks apart to allow me the maximum 
amount of angling inside of her, the firm flesh of her 
young ass cheeks soft and smooth in my hands. I continued 
to fuck her a little bit faster now, but with the same 
sort of delicate care that I had practiced when I first 
pressed inside of her. Natalie was swaying atop of me, 
her right hand furiously rubbing her clit while her left 
squeezed and played with her left nipple, her arm crossed 
across her tight body.

Natalie's face had become flushed from our love making 
and her cute cheeks were a reddish hue, a slight glow of 
sweat covering her brow and making a few errant strands 
of her hair hang on her face.

Natalie plunged two fingers inside of her cunt and lifted 
herself off me slightly, rocking back down onto my cock 
as she finger fucked herself, her increased panting and 
soft moaning signaling that she was so very close to 
orgasming. I sensed this and slid one of my own hands 
away from her ass and down her stomach to her snatch, 
rubbing two of my fingers over her clit. Natalie gasped 
out loudly and orgasmed again, her breasts bouncing on 
her chest as she arched her back and came once more, her 
juices now coming in a torrent all over my legs.

Seeing her cum, the tightness of her ass and the 
activities of the entire day were just too much for me. 
My orgasm came quickly and without much buildup, my dick 
now just instinctively shooting it's load deep inside of 
Natalie's tight ass. I felt three strong streams shoot 
forth, proof that I still had it in me after all the sex 
I had over the day, the cum coating the inside of her ass 
walls, creating a squishing sound as I continued to fuck 
inside of her, my thrusts finally slowing. 

I pulled my cock from her ass, the shaft flopping down 
onto my legs as it grew soft, my own breath now coming 
ragged after the intense love making with Natalie. The 
cock now free from her ass, Natalie rolled off of me and 
laid next to me on the bed, her arms splayed over my 
chest as we both caught our breath. A few moments later, 
Natalie lifted herself off of the bed and propped herself 
up on her elbow to look at me.

Her face was sweating intensely now, her body as equally 
wet, as she smiled at me, a look of contentment on her 
face. She leaned over to me and we kissed for a few 
moments, Natalie's small tongue wrestling it's way inside 
of my mouth, where my own met it with equal force. We 
kissed like that for a few minutes, Natalie and I, before 
I finally broke it. Natalie sighed and curled up next to 
me, shutting her eyes. I stroked her hair with my hand, 
my other hand resting atop her hip, the soft and 
beautiful girl next to me falling asleep within a few 
minutes. Closing my own eyes, I thought back over the 
day, but the thoughts were short lived as I too fell into 
a dreamless sleep.

*
	
I must have only slept for an hour or so, and not a deep 
sleep at that. I was awakened by what I thought was a 
pounding in my head but as I came to, realized it was 
someone knocking at the front door. I groaned as I got up 
off of the bed, glancing down to look at Natalie. She 
hadn't stirred in her slumber, her body half covered with 
a sheet so that all that was exposed was her face (a look 
of peace over it) and her right thigh, the smooth skin 
exposed beneath the white satin of the sheets.

I slipped on my pants and walked quietly out of the room, 
turning off the light (we had, in our haste, left it on) 
and shutting the door softly behind me. Walking softly 
down the stairs in just a pair of pants, I realized I had 
left all the lights on from the party. The knocking at 
the door had continued as I walked down the steps, and I 
thought in my half bleary state that it might be the 
police, called by one of the nosy neighbors to see if 
there was a reason every room in my house shone like a 
football stadium.

As I drew a few feet from the door, the knocking stopped 
and I could hear a set of footsteps walking away. Great, 
damn kids just trying to mess with me. I hustled to the 
door, threw the lock back and swung it open, glaring out 
into the late night air at the prankster.

To my surprise though, it was not who I expected to find 
there at all. Her back turned away from me, she turned 
when the door was opened. In the brightly burning porch 
lights of the house, and even in the quickly approaching 
dawn, I knew who it was immediately.

"Hi Dean. I hope I didn't wake you up," she said.

"No, it's alright Alyssa. I wasn't really asleep 
anyways," I said, rubbing my eyes, still not believing 
that Alyssa Milano was standing at my doorstep. We hadn't 
talked since we had broken up what seemed like a lifetime 
ago, but strangely here she was.

"Can I come in?" she asked. I nodded and stepped aside as 
she walked in, her hips swishing as she walked. Alyssa 
wore a red leather dress that squeaked and stretched as 
she moved, the material clinging to her luscious hips and 
form seductively. I led her into the kitchen and walked 
over to the refrigerator.

"Fix you a drink?" I asked.

"Sure, if it's alright. Do you have any wine?" she asked. 
I removed a bottle of Merlot and took one of the few 
clean wine glasses from the cabinet, filling her glass 
half way. I handed it to her and replaced the wine, 
getting myself just a simple bottle of water.

"I hope I don't sound dumb in asking this, but what 
exactly are you doing here at," I asked, glancing at the 
clock over the stove. "4:40 in the morning?"

"Well, I've actually been outside for about an hour. I 
knew you were a night owl. I was wrestling with coming to 
see you at all but I finally got up the nerve to come 
knock. When you didn't answer at first, I was going to 
leave but luckily, you opened the door," she said, 
sipping the wine.

"I'm surprised you even remembered where my house was. 
It's been, well a long time since we even spoke with one 
another," I said.

"I'm good with addresses. I saw Rose McGowan earlier 
today when we were both at the gym and she bubbled 
excitedly about the lunch date you two had," Alyssa said, 
setting her wine glass down and slinging her long hair 
back over her shoulder.

I blushed slightly. "She did huh?"

"Yes. Don't worry, she didn't tell me all the gory 
details but suffice to say, I'm certain that you won't be 
going back to that restaurant any time soon," Alyssa 
said.

"So then why did you come here? What did Rose tell you?" 
I asked.

"Well, when we got to talking she kept saying how great 
you were, how you were a totally different person than 
the asshole I described you to be when Rose and I first 
met on the set of 'Charmed'. Rose told me that I was 
wrong, that you had changed and that you were a great guy 
and most of all a great friend. Someone I probably 
shouldn't have pushed away in my life," Alyssa said, 
finishing all but a final taste of the wine.

"I suppose so. It always hurt me that we never got 
together or even saw each other after that incident with 
that bitch Aguilera and her punk ass manager," I said 
wistfully, the memories dredging up a surprising amount 
of hatred.

"I know, and that's my fault I guess as much as yours. 
But we have led such different lives since then, I 
thought maybe coming by here and making amends. Word 
spread pretty quickly about the party that you had here 
tonight," Alyssa said, gesturing around the room. "I 
didn't want to come back and see you while all of that 
was going on, lest you blew up on me and created a scene, 
adding more fodder for the tabloids," Alyssa continued.

"That was smart. Tonight and today have been probably one 
of the craziest days of my life, I don't even know how I 
would have reacted if you showed up a few hours earlier 
than you did," I said.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that too. I probably come 
across as a stalker, waiting outside your house and all," 
Alyssa said.

"Not at all. I know you and know your personality and 
that's not in your blood. It's a shame Rose didn't come 
with you, I'm sure she would have had a great time 
tonight as well, if you two had come earlier I mean," I 
said.

"She wanted to come with me, believe me. She had in her 
mind some kind of crazy scenario about us three having a 
three-way in your house, as a sort of make up sex type of 
thing. That girl, I swear, has the strongest libido out 
of anyone I've ever met," Alyssa said.

"I'm surprised you would even entertain the option," I 
replied. "I mean, I know you had a crazy past and all but 
I thought you were over that sort of thing,"

"I am, for the most part. It was pretty tempting because 
quite frankly if there was any woman in Hollywood I'd 
like to sleep with, Rose would definitely be high on the 
list. But again, this just wasn't the sort of situation 
that called for that sort of thing. Maybe sometime in the 
future," Alyssa said with a smile. An image of the two of 
them, eating each other out while I lay beneath them 
raced through my mind, but I brushed it away, choosing 
not to linger on it. Maybe some other time, as Alyssa 
said.

"Well, you picked a good night to come by. I'm probably 
going to start the wheels in motion tomorrow to leave the 
business and head back East," I said.

"Get out of here! Dean Simonds, leaving it all behind?" 
Alyssa said with a genuine shock.

"That's how it's looking right now anyways. The party was 
supposed to convince me to stay but I still am starting 
to lean towards leaving pretty strongly," I said. "Unless 
of course, you have a reason for me to stay,"

Now it was Alyssa's turn to blush. "Well, I would miss 
you, that's for sure. But I think what we had can never 
be recreated, at least with our personalities. You do 
seem like you have changed a lot though Dean, much more 
laid back. But I'm not looking for that kind of 
arrangement anytime soon," Alyssa said.

"And yet, you came to my house in the middle of the night 
for some other reason?" I asked, propping my chin up on 
the counter as I gazed on Alyssa and her beautiful body.

"I don't know why I came, honestly. Something in me just 
said GO, and I did it really without thinking. It wasn't 
until I got outside that I really stopped to think about 
why I came by. Sitting out in my car, I just decided that 
it was worth it to come see what you said, to see if Rose 
was right or not," Alyssa said.

"Was Rose right?" I asked.

"Yes. You are a different person than I remember. You 
still have that sort of irresistible sexy charm about 
you, but beneath it I can tell you are much more mature, 
more serious about things in life and yet still able to 
joke around and forgive and hopefully forget about past 
transgressions by certain members of the opposite sex," 
Alyssa said.

"Well, you haven't changed a bit Alyssa, as far as I am 
concerned. I know you despised me for what I did, but you 
are still one of the most beautiful, thoughtful and 
intelligent women I have ever met, and I feel like a heel 
for treating you like I did, letting you get away," I 
said.

"Who said you let me get away?" Alyssa said, rising from 
her chair and walking over to me.

"I...well...I am a different person now. I think I'm much 
more ready for commitment," I said, stuttering.

"That's a lie. You are a different person, but I know 
that you love one night stands and all night sex sessions 
just like you used to. You probably fucked half a dozen 
women today, just because you knew you might never be 
able to do it again," Alyssa said. "And I think, assuming 
you want to - which I know you do - you'd like to make it 
a lucky seven tonight with me, wouldn't you?"

"I would but..." I said. Alyssa moved her hand to my 
mouth and put her fingers over my lips, shushing me. She 
moved in closer now, the heat radiating from her body as 
she held her mouth just a few inches from my lips.

"No buts. No talking. Just take me," she whispered, 
thrusting her mouth onto my lips. I resisted at first, 
starting to push her away, but as I felt that incredible 
sexiness from her body flood my memories again - every 
woman tasted and felt differently to me, and Alyssa was 
one of the best - my willpower began to fade as my hands 
dropped from her shoulders to push her away down to her 
hips, as my fingers circled in on them and pulled her 
closer.

We kissed for what felt like an eternity, becoming 
familiar once again with the taste of each other. My 
thoughts shifted to Natalie, who was sleeping innocently 
upstairs, her mind and soul now at ease at my forgiveness 
of her. My heart hurt as I thought about what Alyssa 
being here meant, but I knew that her old charms and 
whiles were going to overpower me in the end. I just 
hoped to God that Natalie didn't hear us.

I broke the kiss and stepped away from Alyssa. "We can't 
do this. It just doesn't feel right," I said weakly, 
trying to persuade her out of it.

"Yes we can. And we will," Alyssa said, her hand tracing 
over my arm as I held a firm grasp between her hip and 
ass, my squeezing reflexively without me even realizing 
it.

"You don't understand. Upstairs I have," I said, but she 
cut me off again.

"Say no more. We will stay quiet, and she will never have 
to know," Alyssa said, now more brave as she reached down 
between my legs and squeezed my hardening cock in her 
hand, the shaft going rigid when pressed against the 
fabric of my pants.

I kissed Alyssa again, hoping that she was right, 
allowing her hand to continue it's busy journey into my 
pants. I felt her fingers pull the zipper down and open 
up the fly of the pants, my naked prick springing free. 
Alyssa caught it in her hand and held it there, her 
fingers wrapping tightly around the head in her smooth, 
delicate fingers.

Alyssa moved her lips away from my mind and dropped down 
to her knees on the kitchen floor, pulling down my pants 
completely as she lowered herself, my body now naked in 
the kitchen. Alyssa planted her lips on my dick and took 
it into her mouth, rubbing the shaft along her lips as 
she sucked it in. I almost came right there, my body 
remembering the feel of her mouth exactly on my prick, 
the feelings coursing through every nerve on my body.

Alyssa bobbed her head up and down, getting my shaft 
primed and wet, feverishly going at it on the head 
especially. The kitchen filled with lewd noises of her 
sucking, the feel of her hot mouth causing me to gasp in 
amazement as I recalled how wonderful she was at giving 
blowjobs. Alyssa's fingers fondled my balls, squeezing 
and pulling on them gently as the tips of her fingernails 
raked delicately over the sensitive sack. Glancing down, 
I could see Alyssa's panty covered pussy between her 
legs, the simple white material and the dark pubic hairs 
behind it offering a sharp contrast to the red of her 
dress.

Continuing to suck me off for a few minutes, Alyssa moved 
her hand to the spaghetti straps of her dress and slid 
them down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to me. 
They were just as full and beautiful as they had always 
been, with no hint of sag, her large nipples sticking 
proudly from her breasts. She placed her hand at the base 
of my shaft and continued to move her head up and down, 
the wetness of her mouth like a jungle heat as it moved 
over my erect member. I put my hand on top of her head 
and guided her back and forth as she moved, making sure 
that her sweet mouth and tongue did not leave any part of 
my dick untouched.

Alyssa pulled her mouth away after a few more minutes, 
gasping as she grinned up at me and tweaked her nipples 
with a finger. She stood up and hopped up on the kitchen 
counter, spreading her legs for me. I could see the 
moisture that had formed between her legs, Alyssa's hands 
on her thighs as she seductively beckoned me to her 
without saying a word. I lowered myself so that my mouth 
was right by her hiked up skirt, reaching my hand in to 
pull aside her panties and reveal her neatly trimmed 
pussy.

Her outer cunt lips were aroused and wet, leaking a 
little bit of moisture on the counter top as the dress 
bunched itself up around her waist. I moved mouth between 
her legs now, noticing the fairy tattoo slightly above 
her hot sex - a testament to her wild days as a child 
star, similar to Drew Barrymoore's own. I wasted no time 
in plunging my mouth into her pussy, my tongue darting 
inside of her hot hole as I lapped at the juices that 
were already starting to flow. Keeping her entrance open 
with one hand, I used the other to wedge a finger inside 
of her, sliding it in and out as I licked furiously at 
her clit. Her juices were entrancing to me, I just 
couldn't get enough. My tongue whipped around inside of 
her, searching for her more of her womanly moisture to 
devour. 

Alyssa put her hands on my back and, on especially 
pleasurable spots inside of her, raked her fingers over 
my shoulders, leaving red marks along the way. My finger 
plunged into her wet twat, coming back coated with thick 
and sweet juices, her snatch an intoxicating taste of 
salty sweat and the sweet mixture of her bodies juices.

Alyssa closed her legs tightly around my head, making it 
a little hard to breath. I didn't really care though, I 
knew that from the excitement coming from within her, she 
would be cumming soon anyways. Her hands moved from my 
back to her dress, reaching down to pull it up over her 
body, leaving her totally naked except for a pair of - 
how had I not noticed this? - fuck me pumps dangling from 
her swaying feet.

I moved my head from between her legs for a moment to get 
some air, but proceeded to slip another finger deep 
inside of her, fucking her now with both of them deeply, 
thrusting as hard and as far as I could inside of her hot 
cunt. Alyssa started to moan at this, but my hand shot 
quickly up to her mouth to stop her, for fear of waking 
up Natalie. Alyssa did silence herself, but she began to 
kiss my hand and take my fingers into her mouth, sucking 
on them gently as I worked myself in and out of her.

Alyssa's ass rocked back and forth on the countertop, her 
body swaying back and forth as her back arched in a pre-
orgasmic shiver. I added another finger to the mix and 
pushed deeper and wider into her than I had before, 
stretching her pussy quite wide as the base of all three 
knuckles rubbed over her clit, bone meeting tender and 
sensitive flesh. Alyssa leaned into me and put her head 
on my shoulder, biting down a bit on my skin as her hips 
bucked and she came with a squeak on my hand, her juices 
spilling out onto the tabletop.

Lifting herself away from me, Alyssa smiled at me - that 
incredibly sexy smile that I had always thought made her 
one of the most sexually appealing women I had ever seen. 
She placed her hands on her thighs, her panties soiled 
and sitting next to her on the counter and held open her 
soaking wet cunt lips, seeming to just beg for my hard 
cock to press itself inside.

I lined myself up for entry into her body, not wanting to 
resist such an alluring invitation and we both watched as 
the head of my cock entered her for the first time in a 
very long time, the head quickly disappearing inside of 
her hot pussy. Alyssa leaned her head back and rested on 
her hands as I slid myself inside of her, her long brown 
hair almost touching down to the counter top. More of my 
shaft slid into her easily, her lips parting as if they 
had always been meant to be pulled away by my prick and 
within a moment I was fully inside of her.

Alyssa's cunt was tight and firm, holding me deeply 
inside as I bottomed my dick out deep within in, the head 
pressing against her soft cervix within. The moisture and 
heat of being inside of her was incredible, but in a way 
totally different from many of the other women I had 
fucked today. My dick buried balls deep within her, my 
nuts resting on the cool countertop felt strangely right. 
Like it belonged in there.

It was tough to say if that was because I hadn't realized 
the depth of my feelings for Alyssa, my burning lust that 
seemed to make me over at the subtle hint of sex with 
her, or if it was something more. The only woman who 
compared to this feeling was Natalie, and with her being 
upstairs I felt truly blessed to be able to experience 
both of these physical unions at once.

I removed part of my shaft from her, not much but just a 
few inches, and began to move myself in and out of her 
twat, her pussy muscles milking and squeezing me as I 
thrust in and out of her, my hands on her sides as I held 
her and rocked her towards me. Alyssa began to move by 
her own now too, quickly getting into sync with me so 
that our thrusts matched and complimented each other. I 
pressed myself down hard into her at an angle, making 
sure my cock brushed against her clit hard as I worked 
myself in and out, feeling the fire of her hot little nub 
creating a large degree of friction against my prick, our 
lovemaking rising in speed as fast the temperature in our 
bodies.

I held Alyssa firmly now, bucking my hips and clenching 
my ass as I pushed inside of her hard and fast. Alyssa's 
mouth hung open in a silent scream, part of me loving her 
for not wanting to wake up Natalie as I had asked. Her 
breasts bounced on her chest, her large nipples and 
areolas erect and jutting as they swayed in a circular 
motion on her chest, a small trickle of sweat racing down 
her body from her neck through the cleavage of her 
breasts. 

Pushing hard into Alyssa, I felt myself close to cumming 
within her. I stopped thrusting inside of her for a 
moment and held myself there, fighting off the delicious 
urge to just unleash another orgasm deep into her body. I 
lifted her off the counter top and carried her to the 
living room, setting her down on the floor as my cock 
finally slipped out of her. Alyssa wasted no time in 
wanting to get it back within me though, dropping to her 
hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the air and her 
pussy lips still parted from when I had been between them 
just a moment before. 

I squatted behind her and slid the tip of my prick 
quickly back into her pussy, the position now much more 
comfortable than that hard counter top had been. I slowed 
my thrusts just a little, relishing the feeling of her 
pussy around my dick once more. Alyssa's firm ass cheeks 
jiggled slightly as I pushed into her, but by fucking her 
doggy style I found I was able to go even deeper inside 
of her than I had ever imagined being able to go. Her 
silken channel was now afire with her own heat, holding 
my tightly as I rocked my shaft against the velvet walls, 
thrusting into her hard as I glanced down and watched my 
shaft move in and out of her twat.

Her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair was a tangled mess 
now, hairs sticking out everywhere from the moisture of 
our lovemaking, the sweat from her body inevitably 
dripping between her legs. I wrapped my arm around 
Alyssa's waist and pulled her body back and forth on my 
dick, keeping myself stationary as she slid along my 
shaft, unable any longer to keep the moans from escaping 
her lips slightly.

I gazed down at her body as I fucked her, her nude form 
having an exotic look due to the tattoo on her shoulder 
and the one on her ass. Such a beautiful sight to behold, 
it made me wonder why she would want to put something 
like a tattoo on herself. But in a way, despite how it 
disrupted the flawlessness of her skin, it was still 
incredibly sexy and an amazing turn on, especially the 
one on her shoulder. It showed a rebellious side that had 
obviously carried over into her sex life. Alyssa was now 
thrusting hard against me, working towards getting 
herself off again, her body craving release from the 
intense buildup of our lovemaking. 

Holding her ass firm, I felt my orgasm coming - by far 
the strongest of the day, my energy seemingly having 
returned from the short nap I took - and I grunted in 
pleasure as the hot sticky fluid spilled forth once again 
into her body, the release shooting out like a cannon 
against the soft walls of her body. I could feel the 
three or four shots of semen splash against the walls of 
her cunt, the excess splashing back onto my own prick as 
I continued to come, so violently in fact that I felt I 
was going to pass out.

I held Alyssa and myself still for a moment as I finished 
unleashing inside of her, but Alyssa had been on the 
verge too and as soon as I felt myself release the final 
seed, her own body shook and she came again around my 
prick, her inner tremors sucking and milking at my shaft 
for the last of the sticky white fluid.

My dick began to grow soft after a few minutes and I 
pulled out of Alyssa. She lay on the floor with her legs 
spread now, a white frothy foam coating her snatch as she 
closed her eyes and just let the bliss of sex wash over 
her like a tide. I sat down on the floor and wiped away 
excess juices from my dick, the stickiness still coating 
my fingers. I moved my hand up to Alyssa's mouth and she 
licked it clean, removing the final taste of the evening 
(or should I say morning) from our lovemaking.

"I'm going to go get some towels," I said, whispering to 
her. Alyssa kept her eyes closed but nodded as I put my 
pants back on and walked slowly up the winding staircase 
to the spare bedroom where I knew the maid kept extra 
linens. I could hear Alyssa getting dressed, the leather 
creaking once again as she slid back into her dress and I 
trotted slowly up the stairs, hoping not to wake Natalie.

I walked into the linen closet of the spare room and 
grabbed a towel, walking back out into the hallway. To my 
surprise and startle, Natalie had opened the bedroom door 
and was looking at me, her nude and lithe body framed by 
a gently beam of moonlight from the window near my bed.

"What are you doing?" she yawned, still half asleep.

"I was uhh...hot, so I was getting a towel to wipe myself 
off with," I said to her, regretting the little white lie 
only slightly since it would hopefully cover up a BIGGER 
lie.

"Ok. Well, come back to bed ok? I thought I heard some 
rustling outside the door but I guess it was you," 
Natalie said.

"I'll be there in a minute," I replied, smiling at her.

Natalie smiled back at me sleepily, her hair a bit of a 
tangle on her head from sleep and our earlier sexual 
encounter. She shut the door quietly and I walked to the 
foot of the stairs, my heart pounding at having almost 
been caught. As I went to take the first step, I felt 
myself suddenly pause.

I hadn't realized it, but if I took that step it would 
mean a lot of things for me. Suddenly everything flashed 
through my mind - my arrival in Hollywood, my encounter 
with lots of different famous people, the trouble with my 
assistant and half-brother and especially my times with 
both Natalie and Alyssa.

It suddenly dawned on me that if I was going to really 
make a choice on the course of the rest of my life, this 
was it. My foot hung in the air as I pondered the 
possibilities.

If I continued downstairs and returned to Alyssa, that 
would mean things would inevitably be over between me and 
Natalie. It might work out with Alyssa, it might not, but 
I might be forsaking my chance at a "normal" life for 
trying. I would stay in Hollywood, continue to run the 
firm for who knew how long, and continue to engage myself 
with beautiful, famous and amazing women, some of the 
most beautiful in the world actually. It might not be the 
life of deeper philosophical meaning, but it was 
certainly the life of dreams. Hollywood dreams, the 
dreams of just about every person who ever saw someone 
famous and thought "I wish I could do that".

But if I removed my foot and returned to bed, returned to 
lay next to Natalie and hold her as I drifted off to 
sleep in my tired exhaustion of the day, it would be 
different. I could leave Hollywood scot-free, and with a 
reason and a person to lead me there. It would be scary, 
no doubt, but it would be a different phase of my life, 
one of commitment and normality and perhaps most of all 
true love. I would have to become a different person, 
look past my nights of one-night stands and power for 
sex. And in that way, it too would be like Hollywood - a 
happy ending, a chance at taking a rare opportunity for 
happiness and living it out, not on the big screen but in 
the real world, something that most people never were 
able to do.

All of this washed over me as I thought and pondered and 
dissected the pros and cons of each decision. My mind 
swirled at what the future had in store for me, what each 
path would mean. And as I continued to think more about 
it, the decision finally made itself clear to me, and I 
smiled to myself broadly over it having been so obvious.

You have gotten to know me over the course of this 
journal, dear reader, and perhaps you believe you know 
where my life will lead me and what I want the most out 
of it. That's why I don't think it's necessary to reveal 
my decision to you, to insult you like that. You know in 
your own mind how my story will end, though there is no 
reason to write and tell me - that would be an insult on 
me. Make up your own mind and decide my fate for 
yourself.

Life and truth are, after all, in the eye of the beholder 
and I can think of no one better than you to make up your 
own truth on my tales, my journal of an agent will end. 

THE END.


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