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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Katie Holmes
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Journal of an Agent: Chapter 2 - Katie Holmes
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
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Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story,
be able to read erotica in your community, not be
offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know the
rest.
This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or
non-commercial use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on
it! That's all I ask!
This is Part 2 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the
celebs don't act like this in real life, but this is a
fantasy after all.
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"Dean, call on line 3," buzzed in Julie. Her call had
awoken me from my daydreaming.
"Take a message. I'm...busy," I replied.
"That's bullshit and you know it. It's pretty important,
you should take it. It's Katie Holmes," she replied,
hanging up the phone. Sometimes I swear the only reasons
I keep Julie around is because she looks so good and
that she knows what the hell she is doing when I don't.
Today I had to restrain myself again from asking her
out, for she looked absolutely stunning.
Julie is my personal assistant and all around go to girl
with any questions I might have since I took over the
agency a month ago. She is one of those women who can
look great without even trying. Today she was wearing a
pair of maroon leather pants that accentuated her ass
and hips perfectly, and to conceal her wonderful
breasts, a cashmere sweater top. God I was dying to get
into her pants, but I just kept telling myself "One
day...one day."
But back to reality. The on hold button had beeped 2 or
3 times and I was impressed with Katie's persistence.
One thing I had learned since I got here was that if
someone didn't pick up the phone immediately, they
didn't want to talk to you. Oh well, she is young and
still learning. After inheriting the business from my
estranged father, Katie was but one of the clients the
firm held. This was the first time I had talked to her
however.
Picking up the phone, I didn't even get two words out
before she cut me off.
"Dean, you have to help me!" said Katie, whispering into
the phone.
"Nice to finally talk to you Ms. Holmes. What's wrong?"
I said, feigning interest. Probably dented her car or
something.
"It's this guy I'm with. I met him last night at a club
and got a ride back to his house. I fucked him, but then
afterwards he started doing some strange shit that I
wasn't into. When I told him I wanted to go home, he
slammed me against a wall. I finally got him calmed down
by getting him drunk and he passed out on top of me as I
was getting him to bed. It was only this morning that I
could crawl out from under him and call you. I need you
to come pick me up," she said, sounding as nervous and
quiet as a scared mouse.
"Why can't you just hail a cab or take the bus since
your car isn't there?" I said.
"That's the problem. See, the guy is this really tough
black guy and...well, he lives in South Central," she
said.
My nerves jumped to attention. Here was this rich,
famous white girl stuck in the middle of South Central.
Man dad, you sure picked the smartest talent didn't you?
"I can get out of the apartment no problem but I can't
stand on the street corner for too long," she went on.
"Alright, I'll come get you," I said, sighing
apprehensively. "Give me the block your on and meet me
there in 30 minutes. I'll get there as soon as possible.
She gave me the address and hung up.
Walking out of my office, I explained everything to
Julie. She looked concerned but knew I had to do it.
"Normally, you could probably send someone else. But she
is too big a client and too famous. If word of this got
out, we'd lose have our talent," she said.
"I know. I just wish I didn't have to roll through there
in a BMW," I said as I walked out the front door.
It was about 20 minutes later that I started getting
nervous. As I've said before, I am a pretty decently
built guy. But even I wouldn't stand a chance against
even two guys with guns or other weapons. Driving slow
enough not to raise suspicions, I finally spotted Katie
standing in a doorway of a run down looking building.
She was dressed in clubbing clothes: Purple baby doll t-
shirt and a black micro skirt.
To top it off, she was wearing knee high leather boots.
If a cop had driven by, she probably would have been
picked up for prostitution. I slowed to a stop and
rolled down the window. Poking my head out I called her
name. Looking my way, she picked up her purse from the
step and ran over to my car. Jumping in and closing the
passenger door, she leaned over a gave me a closed mouth
kiss on the lips.
"Thanks so much. I don't know what the hell I was
thinking," she said.
"Don't thank me, we aren't out of trouble yet," I said,
driving off.
Just as I had started down the street, a group of three
or four guys wearing bandanas stepped out behind the
car, no more than 5 feet away. Reaching into his jacket,
the one standing in the front pulled out a gun and
aimed. Seeing all this in the rear view mirror, I
floored it.
"KATIE, GET DOWN!" I screamed, driving haphazardly down
the street. Suddenly, a bullet shattered the back
windshield, making a tremendous crashing noise, causing
Katie to scream. I kept on driving and finally the gang
was out of sight.
Lifting her head up from her knees, Katie spoke.
"The one who shot at us was the guy I fucked last night.
That is one crazy guy. You wouldn't believe what he
wanted me to do to him."
I was barely listening, my heart was thumping madly in
my chest. We were out of South Central now, and back on
the L.A. freeway. I had calmed down a lot now, and began
coming back to my senses.
"..you," Katie said.
"What? I didn't hear you," I replied.
"I said I don't know how I can ever repay you for
helping me," she said.
I tried to laugh it off, but failed miserably. "Oh you
know, just doing my job," I said.
"Yes, but that was going above and beyond the call of
duty. I really owe you one," she said.
"Well, you are important to the agency. We can't have
your pretty face getting beat up or have you hurt," I
said. I turned my head to her as I said this, and her
hazel eyes were looking deeply into mine. Her hair had
been tied back in a ponytail, but now she let it free
and fall to her shoulders. It was a rich brown color,
and framed her face so elegantly. Seeing her in person,
her Midwestern roots and all American girl face was
breathtaking. Averting my eyes back to the road, I tried
to play off my staring at her.
"I uhh...haven't had a chance to look at your file yet.
What projects have you signed on for?"
"Well, I got done filming this movie The Gift with Keanu
Reeves and Hilary Swank. It was a lot of fun but I was
kind of nervous," she said.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because it was my first topless scene. I don't think my
breasts are that great compared to some girls," she
said, sounding somewhat disheartened.
"I don't know. I've never seen them but...well, they
look nice when you have your shirt on," I said, suddenly
starting to feel the heat in the car rising a bit.
Katie smiled slyly at my blushed response.
"Well, how do they REALLY look, up close and personal?"
she said, lifting her shirt up to her chin in one swift
motion, revealing her ample sized breasts to me. Her
nipples were a dark cherry red and stood out very
exactly in the middle of her breasts. Of course, this
whole thing caught me by surprise and I had to force
myself to stare back at the road. I was blushing even
more now. It's not that I had never seen breasts before,
it's just that the whole thing caught me off guard.
"Well, what did you think?" she asked, that devilish
smile returning to her cute face.
"They were...well, they were very..." I was stammering
and stuttering for words, torn between being a
professional and just giving in to my desire.
"They were what?" she asked, moving her hand slowly up
my leg.
"MAGNIFICENT!" I blurted out. It caught Katie by
surprise and made her jump a little, but she just
smiled.
"That's what every guy says. It's hard to be modest with
such great reviews like that," she said, sighing to
herself. "Now I think it's about time I repay you for
picking me up and saving my life."
Moving her hand further up my leg, she stopped on the
zipper to my pants. Slowly she pulled down the zipper,
revealing my boxer short enclosed cock at half-mast,
raising more every second. Reaching in with her small
hand, she pulled my prick free and wrapped her hand
around it. Bending over the tip, she gave it a delicate
little lick and began slowly jerking her hand up and
down. By this time I had moved my ass down in the seat
enough to let myself be free of the boxers, and now my
pants and belt were around my ankles as I did 80 down
the LA freeway.
Katie switched hands and used her left hand to pull the
hair back from her face as she slowly deep throated my
9-inch cock down into her warm, wet mouth. She slid her
tongue up and down the shaft as she went, pausing a few
times to suck gently on it. I felt her gag a little as
the head finally reached down her small throat, but she
had no trouble maintaining.
She slowly began pulling her mouth off of me, until she
got to the head. Then she sucked on it much like a child
sucks on a lollipop, and then she began swallowing me
again. I was in pure heaven, getting a blowjob from this
hot young actress. With her free right hand, Katie began
massaging my balls a bit, tickling all the way down to
my ass. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, and when
she started to pull her mouth off completely and lick
from my nuts to the tip of my head, I felt my balls
begin to get that oh so wonderful feeling in them.
Katie must have sensed I was close, because she put her
mouth quickly back on my dick and began sucking it up
and down much quicker now. I tried to warn her that I
was about to cum, but all I could manage was a grunt. I
bucked my hips up off the seat and I felt myself explode
in her mouth, shooting hot sticky jets of jism into the
back of her mouth and straight down her throat. I must
have shot 3 times into her mouth, and I saw in my
pleasure induced daze that her cheeks were filling a
little with my cum.
When I had finally stopped cumming, she pulled her mouth
off of my cock, making sure to lick the tip before she
was done. Opening her mouth to me, I saw that it was
full of cum. Then, like a professional slut, she
swallowed it all in one big gulp, not even leaving a
drop behind. Wiping her finger on my still hard cock,
she collected the streak of cum still on it and licked
her finger clean. Putting my cock back into my boxers,
she reached down and pulled my pants back up, zipped me
up and leaned back in her seat like she HADN'T just
given me one of the best blowjobs of my life.
"Thanks again. For helping me out," she said.
I could only look at her and smile and nod, as I was
still in a total daze from what had just happened.
Getting my bearings back about two minutes later, I
realized we had missed the exit back to my office.
"Shit! We missed the exit! Lemme just get off at this
exit and we can get turned back around," I said to
Katie.
As I turned off the exit, we drove past a trashy looking
motel called the Sleep & Go. Katie reached over to my
lap and started rubbing my cock again.
"Hey...are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked
sultrily.
Looking in my rear view, I could tell without even
stopping that the hotel was the kind of place the
hookers took their johns. Even so, I did have a gorgeous
woman next to me begging for sex.
"Pretty sure I am," I said, winking at her. I turned the
car around and we pulled into the motel. Katie got out
of the car and went to the front desk. Being in the
middle of the day, I knew that MOST of the hookers would
be gone. Katie returned five minutes later, swinging a
room key in her hand.
"The manager gave us a room in the back side of the
hotel, totally out of view. It's right around this
side," she said, pointing to the right of the building.
She got back in the car and I drove back behind it. We
were the only car back on this side, which was
reassuring.
I found the room and opened the door, turning on a weak
and dim overhead fanlight. There was simply a king size
bed in the center and a nightstand and that was all I
could see. Of course, I didn't get much chance; Katie
shoved me on to the bed and jumped on with me,
straddling my crotch. Her spread legs revealed to me
that she was not wearing any panties, and that her
snatch was shaved with the exception of a little tuft of
light brown hair right above her mound.
Without a moment's hesitation, Katie was naked except
for her big black boots. She began grinding her pussy
onto my hard cock through the material of my pants. I
reached my hands up and played with her breasts some.
She leaned down and we kissed madly, tongues fighting
with each other over which was more passionate. I broke
the kiss as I began sliding down my pants and undoing my
belt with one hand and using the other to slip two
fingers into Katie's cunt. She wasn't as tight as I
thought she would be, but she was definitely loose
enough to allow my fingers to give her great pleasure.
When I had my pants off, I pulled my hand out of her and
lifted her up above my cock, slowly guiding her onto it.
When the head entered into her silken channel, she
gasped a little, as her small pussy tried to accommodate
my size. Finally I was fully in her and her pelvic bone
ground against my crotch. She rocked gently back and
forth on my cock, and I used my hand to take her clit
between my index finger and thumb and tease it some.
She gasped again at this, leaning down to kiss me again
as I pleasured her. Katie finally began lifting herself
up and down on my, creating a very fast tempo. I was
matching her thrust for thrust, shoving my hips up at
her as much as possible. All the while I diddled her
clit faster and faster, until she cried out in orgasm
loudly. I felt her juices flood into my lap, creating a
slopping sound when our two pubic areas would meet. I
could smell her musk even from where I was, a strong but
sweet smell. The smell of innocence and yet also womanly
passion.
I began focusing on getting myself off, and I grabbed
onto her hips and began pulling her harder onto my cock
as she rode me up and down. Her C cup breasts bouncing
up and down with her rhythm, she was crying out in muted
pleasure. I shifted positions and laid her onto the bed
and began pistoning myself in and out of her. Lifting
her legs up onto my shoulders so that I could have
better access, I tweaked and teased her breasts as I
fucked her hard.
Again I tried to warn her I was coming, but even if I
had been able to get out anything besides "AHHH!" I
don't think it would have mattered. I thrust into her
two more times and then shot a massive load directly
into her cum thirsty cunt. Spurt after spurt filled her
until I saw a warm trickle coming out of her pussy.
Pulling out of her with a sloppy sploosh sound, I
collapsed next to her on the bed, both of us exhausted.
We laid together and slept for about an hour before I
got up to take a shower. Katie wound up joining me in
the shower where we continued our little tryst. But that
is a story for another day.
I managed to get Katie home before 7:00, and return to
the office just to see Julie locking up the front door
and getting into her car.
"Everything with Katie alright? I got worried when you
didn't call," she asked, looking a little upset.
"Oh yea, everything is fine. We just had to stop and
discuss some things. You know how that goes," I said.
"Well, maybe sometime soon you and me can have a
discussion like that," she said with a knowing smile as
she rolled up the window on her Porsche 911 and drove
off.
"Hopefully sooner than later," I thought to myself.
"Hopefully very soon."
CHAPTER 3: Escorting Jessica Alba
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