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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Eliza Dushku
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Journal of an Agent: Chapter 6 - Eliza Dushku
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
One of the most exciting parts of my job as agent to the
stars has to be visiting the sets of films/television
shows. Sure, it sounds a little hokey and amateur, but
it's true. Say what you want about the people in
Hollywood and L.A., but when they get behind those
cameras (or in front of them) something magical just
happens.
Today I was on my way out to the set of "Angel", the
Warner Brothers network's hot spin-off from "Buffy the
Vampire Slayer" to see to one of the firm's newest
clients, Eliza Dushku. Instead of being on her side this
time however, I was called down to try and get her back
to work. I had known that she wanted to take time off for
college, but for her to just up and decide not to come
out and do her lines for the show today, that was a
little odd.
We had come to inherit Eliza's contract just recently,
before I took over the business from my father. He had
bought out her former agencies business and thus taken
over talent like Eliza. Even though she wasn't that well
known at the time, my assistant Julie said that no less
than two weeks after the final legal work had been done,
the film Bring It On had opened.
Eliza played an outcast struggling to get onto the
cheerleading squad, and actually had quite a sizeable
part in the film. What surprised everyone was how well it
did at the box office: A month on top of every other film
in the country. I had just recently seen the film myself
and though it wasn't Oscar material, it was an
entertaining little piece.
However, due to a developing knack I was getting after
being out here for just a few months, I could tell that
she had the look and talent to be a big star, should she
want to be. But little tantrums like today would never
help her on that.
I spoke with the producer of the show to find out what
was the matter with her.
"Well, when makeup came into her dressing room to help
get her ready, she threw them out. Just all of a sudden.
They were just starting to prime her hair when she just
started screaming and crying and told them to get out.
Then she locked herself in and hasn't come out ever
since.
We even tried sending in David Boreanaz (the star of
Angel) to find out what was wrong, because they seem to
be friends and all. But she just punched him in the
mouth! That's when we called you. Now, if you'll excuse
me, I have to go shoot the OTHER scenes for this
episode," said the producer, Carl Ford.
Walking off in a huff, I had a production assistant show
me towards where her dressing room was. The assistant
left me standing there in the hallway. Reaching out, I
knocked lightly on the door.
"Eliza? It's me, Dean. From Shooting Stars?" I said
hopefully.
"Go away," I heard her sob. "You can't help me,"
"Come on now. I'm your agent. I can get you anything you
want. Anything! But you have to let me in first," I said
in response.
I heard shuffling of feet coming to the door, and I
could hear her sniffling softly. The door latch clicked
and I knew she had unlocked it. I heard her shuffling
back further into the room and then she said pitifully
"Come in,"
Opening the door, I stepped into the room slowly.
Glancing around, I was lost in the moment of being in a
dressing room for the first time, until I saw Eliza
laying face down on the couch on the far end of the room.
Her back was moving up and down sporadically, as she
sobbed with her head turned away from me into the pillow
she was laying on. Her legs were sprawled out half on,
half off of the couch. She was wearing a black pair of
those snap-off warm up pants and just a white tank top,
which stood in sharp contrast to her chestnut brown hair.
"What do you want?" she finally spoke, still sobbing
quietly to herself.
"What I want is to know why you won't go out there? Come
on, you only have three more episodes to shoot and then
you are done for the season. Then you can go home and
concentrate on getting yourself ready for school," I said
to her soothingly, now standing next to the couch with my
hands on my hips.
Lifting her head to look up at me, I could see that she
had been crying pretty heavily. Her mascara was running
down from the corner of her left eye, leaving a trail
down almost to her full, pouty red lips. Her brown eyes
were filled with tears, although it was difficult to read
her face to tell if she was angry or sad or maybe some of
both. Our eyes locked for a moment, but it was fleeting
as she again thrust her head into the pillow.
"Like I said, you can't help me. This isn't about school
or the show. It's about that asshole David," she said
softly.
"What happened?" I asked, already getting a clear
understanding of what was going on.
Eliza sat up and wiped her eyes with a balled up
Kleenex, and tried to regain her composure.
"Well, the thing is..." she said, hesitating for a
moment before fixing her stuttering voice and continuing.
"The thing is, when I first came out to do Buffy, I was
very new at all this. David helped me out, introduced me
to people. In fact, he gave me the courage to go up and
talk to Sarah Michelle Gellar, because when I started my
role, I was too nervous to even talk to anyone. It turned
out that Sarah and I became good friends. REALLY good
friends," she said, emphasizing the last part.
"See, Sarah introduced me to masturbation. It happened
when I accidentally walked in on her getting herself off
with this 10-inch dildo. She was shocked at being caught
at first, but then she told me to come in. My legs were
like jelly but I went in and sat down next to her. She
some how managed to get me to slowly fuck her with the
dildo.
I guess I was probably still in awe and shock of seeing a
celebrity like her doing something like that. Maybe it
was the allure of the sex in the air at that moment, I
don't know. But the next thing I knew, I was on my back
on the bed, my dress pulled up to my breasts, and the
star of Buffy the Vampire Slayer eating me out," she
said, now talking almost as if in some sort of magical
dream.
I meanwhile was standing there getting very turned on by
all this, and I adjusted my position in front of her so
that my erection wasn't too apparent. Clearing my throat
in a shaky voice, I told her to go on.
Eliza looked at me slyly, smiling, and then said, "Don't
worry, this does have a point,"
"I knew I wasn't a lesbian when she was doing this, and
I'm still not. But God did it feel good! It wasn't like I
was just lying there letting it happen though. She was
telling me all these little tricks and demonstrating to
me how to do things to myself, guiding me with her hand
on top of mine. It was stuff I couldn't have imagined
being able to do.
After that hot experience, I became addicted to sex.
Sarah and I would often spend hours going down on each
other after filming my few episodes. But when my
character Faith was moved to Angel, our little "play
time", as we called it, stopped. So I had to get sex from
somewhere else. And David, having shown me around to
everyone the first time and being my first friend out in
Hollywood, was more than happy to oblige after I easily
seduced him.
David was the first and only person I have had sex with,
and I felt we were destined to be together. But now that
Angel has gotten so popular, he doesn't want to be
associated with a "bit part actress", and he broke up
with me today. So now I'm left feeling depressed, hurt,
lonely and definitely horny," she said, her eyes and face
now dry from the tears she had been shedding.
My mind was whirling as I tried to come up with something
to say, some solution to offer. Eliza is exceptionally
beautiful, but she was also just 20 and apparently very
inexperienced. I shouldn't...no, COULDN'T try that with
her... could I?
Eliza was now looking at me, a small smile on her lips.
Her brownish/black eyes gleamed in the light. With her
soft curly hair, I could see why she played the bad girl
so often in her parts.
"So Dean, Mr. hot shot, big dick agent," she said, as I
raised my eyebrow at her in hearing that my reputation
preceded me. "Do you know of any way a girl could get
some relief?"
I knew I should have walked out. I knew I should have
offered to get her David back. I knew I should have done
a lot of things, but the one thing that I did do was lean
over and kiss her. She kissed me back enthusiastically,
biting down on my bottom lip gently with her top teeth.
Her eyes closed, she held my lip there for a moment and
giggled quietly to herself, her trademark dimples
appearing for the first time that afternoon. Finally she
released my lip and our kissing became feverish again. I
slowly started kissing up and down her neck, feeling the
warmth beneath her radiant skin. I continued necking her
for about 10 minutes until she said finally, "Dean, I
need something more. I think you know what..."
She stood up and in one quick movement, ripped off the
warm up pants, the unsnapping of the buttons resonating
in the room. This left her standing there in just a white
tank top, with no bra underneath, and a pair of the
skimpiest black panties I had ever seen. Taking my hand,
she pulled me over towards the couch and laid my head on
the crushed red velvet pillow she had been crying into
just a few minutes earlier. Stretching out on the couch,
Eliza ran her hand through my hair lightly.
Then slowly, she climbed and balanced on her knees on the
arm of the couch. Sitting there, she pulled her panties
aside and spread her legs out over my face, one knee
still on the arm of the couch and the other resting
beside my shoulder. This move placed her warm, wet and oh
so fragrant pussy just inches from my mouth and nose, and
by now my animal lust for her had grown extreme. When she
finally brought herself to a halt a mere 3 inches from my
mouth, I reached up suddenly and pulled her pelvic bone
down onto my face, my tongue already waiting to slip into
her open cunt as soon as it hit.
I felt her slippery wet pussy collide with my tongue a
mere instant later; as my tongue proceeded to worm it's
way into her waiting love channel. Wiggling my tongue
around viciously, I made sure that I hit every nook and
cranny of Eliza's beautiful, young, inexperienced sex.
All this had caught Eliza suddenly, but it was apparently
what she liked. She ground her pussy onto me harder and
harder as I continued to eat her out.
By this time it was a little difficult to breath, so I
lifted her up slightly, just enough to grasp her clit
within my lips and suck on it. This sent a huge wave of
pleasure through Eliza's body, as I saw her knee tremble
as it balanced next to my shoulder. Eliza now began
rocking herself back and forth on my mouth, her pussy
lips now dripping juice into my mouth as I continued to
eat her out. I felt Eliza's body shake and tense up once
more as she began to pant and slowly scream, "YES! YES!
OH YES!" louder and louder.
By the time her orgasm hit, she was screaming so loud
that I was afraid that someone would come in and see me
with a mouth full of celebrity (and client) pussy. Eliza
calmed down after she got her "relief", and slid her
panties back on. Sitting me up and lying next to me, her
head on my lap and her juicy lips just inches from my
cock, she told me innocently "Thanks. I needed to get a
little bit of relief,"
Wiping her juices from my mouth with the back of my
sleeve, I said "No problem. That's my job after all, to
keep talent like you happy. Now, are you ready to go out
there and do your lines?" I asked her.
Again she gave me that same knowing smile and said "Not
yet. I think I know someone else who needs to get some
relief," she said as she looked up at me. Her face was
angelic and she looked so young and beautiful, a beauty
that was so natural even the pollution of Hollywood
couldn't touch. Reaching up with her arm, she began to
unzip my pants slowly. She placed her elbow on my knee as
she turned her head towards my crotch. With her free arm,
she pulled my dick out, now standing at about half-mast.
Eliza then moved to the floor and sat on her knees as she
used just her mouth to suck my dick from my pants and
take most of it's length into her hot, wet mouth. By now
I had sat up completely on the couch and was very much
enjoying the feeling I was getting, watching Eliza's
mouth bob up and down on my shaft.
Grasping her hair, I began to pull her more forcefully
onto my shaft, trying to jam as much of it as possible
down her throat. Eliza liked it rough like that and began
moaning and carrying on while she was sucking me. Her
rhythm was a total surprise to me, as she would let my
dick fall from her mouth and tickle just the tip with her
tongue, before devouring the whole thing in a quick
motion seconds later.
The best part however was the ribbing she was giving me,
slipping her tongue around in a half circle around my
shaft and using her tongue to slide up and down me,
fucking me with just her tongue. I guess all that pussy
eating she "practiced" on Sarah Michelle Gellar had made
her tongue one strong muscle.
My orgasm was imminent, and it took just a quick look
down at Eliza, both legs folded under her as she used a
free hand to massage her clit and tweak and pinch her own
very erect nipples, to send me into orgasm. Exploding
into her mouth, it caught her off guard, but she had
obviously been well trained at swallowing. Her cheeks
bulged with my cum in them momentarily, but she quickly
gulped it all down like a glass of milk. A remnant of cum
rested sexily on her upper lip, as she continued to frig
herself, crying out again in orgasm.
There was a knock at the door, and suddenly we were both
brought back to reality. Zipping up my pants, I helped
Eliza back into hers just a second before the same
production assistant walked in on us.
I acted angry at being interrupted during "private time"
with my client. All the PA wanted to know however, was
whether Eliza was coming back or if shooting should end
for the day, at a considerable fine for Eliza. The entire
reason I was there had slipped my mind totally following
the passionate exchange that just happened. I was just
about to answer, "I don't know," when Eliza spoke up.
"Yes. Tell Carl I will be out there in a minute," she
said.
Satisfied with this answer, the assistant shut the door
and walked away. Eliza walked over to the floor length
mirror in the dressing room and adjusted herself.
"Well, do I look like I just had the best orgasm of my
life?" she asked, staring at me through the mirror.
"Not at all," I replied with a smile, walking over to
her. "But you may want to do something about that," I
said, pointing to the dollop of cum on her lip. She
giggled to herself and then licked it away with that
nimble tongue of hers. Primping her hair lightly, she
made her way towards the door.
"I want you to stay around and watch the taping. I have
plans for you afterwards," she said with a sexy smile,
the door closing behind her. Not wanting to disappoint, I
made my way to the sound floor to watch her from a
distance with all the other handlers and agents.
As I said before, watching a show get made is magical,
and the little sex session we had just had made Eliza
appear exceptionally radiant on camera. All the directors
and other actors said so. Taping wrapped up around 7, and
the crew began getting ready to go home. I had taken the
liberty to walk around and look at everything while this
was happening, and accidentally managed to get myself
lost on the set. Confused as to where I was, I felt
extremely embarrassed and didn't really want to call for
help until Eliza's hand brushed my arm from behind.
Whirling around in surprise, I found her smiling up at
me.
She had changed outfits for her scenes, and was now
wearing a black leather jacket over a red baby doll t-
shirt that exposed her midriff. Her warm up pants had
been replaced by a pair of sexy dark blue jeans, with the
whole outfit topped off by 3 inch black boots.
"Get a little lost?" she asked playfully.
"No, I was just...uhhh..." I replied pathetically.
Eliza snickered softly to herself. "You know, I've
always wanted to do it here on the set. The thrill of
getting caught and seen by the people I work with is just
too exciting. And since you have wandered so far away..."
she said, twirling her finger through that beautiful
curly hair again.
I pulled Eliza close to me and we embraced for a few
minutes, until I felt myself getting hard. I pulled her
waist even closer to mine and made sure she could feel my
hard erection inside my pants. Slipping her hand down to
cup my balls, she squeezed gently as I moved my hands
around her back and began rubbing the small of her back
and the top of her ass with my hand. I knew she was
getting hot, as was I, because my touching elicited a
soft moan from her.
Finally when I moved my hands to the front of her pants
to start to unbutton them, it was her turn to let lust
take over. Taking my hands, she used them to tear open
her jeans and yank them down off of her supple hips and
legs. She did the same thing to me, taking my boxers with
her. We each lifted each other's shirts off, and for the
first time I got to see Eliza's breasts. They were a
beautiful shape, the tips of her nipples as dark as her
hair. They protruded slightly from the rest of her
breasts, and I couldn't help but rub them with my hands
and pull them between my fingers.
Again Eliza moaned throwing her head back and letting her
long curly dark hair glide down her exposed back. When
her panties were slithered out of, I got a chance to
really look at Eliza's pussy. Trimmed in a neat little V
by her cunt lips, she was still maturing sexually. But
she was more than enough of a woman for me, and the
wetness on her lips proved that I was man enough for her.
There was only one thing left on both of our minds: To
fuck the brains out of the other. With that sentiment in
mind, I placed Eliza's hand on my cock and had her slowly
start to jack me off. While she was doing this, I began
to lean her back as I kissed her. Creating a makeshift
bed out of the clothes we had discarded, I laid her down
on top of this, so that we were out of the main line of
sight, but still visible, should anyone happen to look
behind this corner of the set.
With my cock still in her hand, I spread Eliza's legs
apart and watched as she guided me into her pussy. The
velvet heat of it was magnificent, as I felt myself
melting inside of her. As my dick entered her completely,
I could feel our pelvic bones grinding together, the wiry
feel of both of our pubic hair meshing together. Starting
off slowly, I began to get going in her at a very slow
pace. While I was enjoying the feeling of her warmth
around me, I must have been going to slow for Eliza, as
she pulled my ear to her mouth and said "Give to me
harder! NOW! I want it rough!"
I looked into her deep brown eyes and smiled at her.
Gritting my teeth, I began to pick up the pace much
faster. I gripped her ass in my hands as I began to lift
her off the ground with each thrust. Each time I would
pull in and out of her, I could feel her pussy walls
tremble in anticipation at the next thrust. Eliza was now
encouraging me, completely lost in the moment.
"Oh yea...like that...fuck me hard. Fuck me really hard.
I've been a naughty girl. You like fucking naughty, bad
girls don't you. Oh yea... YEA! FUCK! That feels so good.
Ooohh, give it to me, I've been so bad," she whispered
into my ear.
This served as encouragement for me and by this time we
were leaving the ground with each thrust, my knees
getting scraped up on the hard concrete floor, as I would
slam her back and forth on the ground. Looking down, I
could see Eliza's hand fingering her clit, rubbing it all
over. Throwing her head back, her dirty talk became moans
and sighs of passion as she orgasmed.
I felt the waves pass over my cock, and that motion sent
me into orgasm in an instant. I was already deep inside
of her when I began to cum, and I felt it spurt out of me
like a grenade exploding inside of her. I actually felt
light headed as I emptied inside of her. We laid there
for a few minutes, my softening dick just inside the
folds of her youthful pussy.
Eliza finished up her few episodes on the show the next
week, with me there the entire time, in case she needed
some "private time with her agent". When she was done,
she flew back to Boston and took the summer off like she
had wanted to. Hopefully when she returns to film some
more, she will still need some of my services. Till then,
I'm back out on the playing field.
CHAPTER 7: Catherine Zeta-Jones
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