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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Catherine Zeta-Jones
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Journal of an Agent: Chapter 7 - Catherine Zeta-Jones
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
The least fun part about being an agent out here in
Hollywood is having to do damage control when some sort
of bad press happens to one of your clients. They say
that any news is good news, but I have to disagree.
Sometimes a celebrity can do something so stupid that it
damages their career for the rest of their life. That is
of course, if you let it happen.
I was faced with one of those situations now and my mind
was racing as I tried to grasp what to do. Sitting in
front of me in tears was the beautiful Welsh actress,
Catherine Zeta-Jones, who recently became Zeta-Jones
Douglas after she married Michael Douglas. Catherine's
makeup was running off of her cheeks onto her hands as
she sobbed into them, and her dark black hair was in a
total mess. Catherine wasn't even a client of the firm.
She was represented by a competing agent here in town,
Bill Garrett. What had brought her to me had to do with
her husband, who WAS a client of my firm.
Staring at the television set on the corner of my desk, I
hit rewind and play again. What I was watching was
definitely bad news. Recorded from inside of the couples
home, the surveillance camera (installed to keep out
paparazzi and thieves) clearly showed Michael Douglas
having sex with a girl who was obviously not his wife.
She appeared to be a hooker; someone Michael had picked
up off the streets here in Hollywood and taken back to
the house while Catherine was away doing an interview in
New York City, Catherine later said.
What was so disconcerting about the tape came right at
the part I kept rewinding over and over. Michael and the
prostitute were talking and the camera managed to pick up
most of their conversation. In the course of the talk,
you can clearly hear the hooker say that she is 14.
Though the tape only shows the back of his head, you can
tell Michael looks a little shocked at first, but then he
lunged at the girl again and they begin having sex again.
That's where the tape stops. Statutory rape. With a girl
who is 14. And a hooker. And the John is a world famous
actor and celebrity. This was not going to be a good day.
Between sobs, Catherine began to speak to me for the
first time since she walked in the office and explained
the tape.
"Is there anything we can do?" she said, wiping her left
eye.
Reclining in my chair and pondering the problem, I think.
"How many people have a copy of this tape? Who else has
seen it?"
"Well, the tapes get put into storage by the cleaning
staff every night. They normally watch to see if there is
anything suspicious happening on the tapes and then they
just rewind and recycle them for some other night,"
Catherine said.
"The staff were the ones who first showed it to me. They
promised me they didn't make any copies of the tape, but
just to be on the safe side I paid them each $10,000 to
stay quiet. So as far as I know, that's the only tape,"
"Well, then the problem is simple to solve," I said.
Reaching into the VCR, I pull out the tape. Breaking off
the plastic in the back, I begin yanking out the tape and
destroying it. Within a few minutes the entire tape is
out of the case and I run it through the paper shredder
underneath my desk. Catherine sat motionless through all
this, a look of contentment at the cause of so much grief
being absolved.
"There we go. And thank God too. With the Oscars coming
up, Michael wouldn't need this sort of thing happening.
You did the right thing Catherine," I said, smiling at
her "Now you oughta go home and take care of your baby."
Fidgeting in the chair, Catherine looked a little uneasy
and more than a little distant, lost in her own thoughts.
"Catherine?" I said, trying to wake her from the daze she
was in.
"I think you need to come over tonight. There is a little
bit more to this than what you just saw," she said, with
a dreamy like look on her face.
"Alright. Give directions to my secretary Julie and I
will be over there around 8 or so," I said.
Catherine left my office and I spent the rest of the
afternoon pondering what she meant by "a little more".
*
Arriving at the Douglas mansion at 8 sharp, I was led in
by a small Hispanic woman that I assumed was the maid.
Making my way to their study, I walked in and realized
that the room I was in was the same as the one on the
tape. Catherine was seated on a huge leather sofa,
dressed in a burgundy dress with a light white floral
print on the side. She was drinking from a glass of
scotch and I saw that she had the bottle right next to
her on the end table. Whatever it was she wanted to talk
about, it must have taken a lot of nerve to discuss.
Finishing off her drink, Catherine motioned for me to
sit. I took a seat in a big armchair that was as
overstuffed as the couch she was sitting on was. The room
was filled with books from the floor to the ceiling, all
neatly arranged. The lighting was semi dark, save for a
couple of floor lamps off in the corners. A very nice
(and expensive) home to be sure. Even my own mansion,
inherited from my deceased father, wasn't this nice. But
I guess if you have a lengthy career like Michael Douglas
had had, you can afford the very best.
"Thanks for coming Dean. I want to show you something,"
Catherine said, getting up from the sofa. Bending down to
pick up a remote control from the table in front of the
sofa, I couldn't help but stare at her great ass. She was
thin in a muscular way, and I knew that she had to have
worked extra hard to keep her figure following her
pregnancy just a few months ago.
Clicking a button on the remote, I was surprised to see
one of the bookshelves on the far wall begin to move and
spin around, revealing a huge television mounted in the
center of the shelf. All around the TV was equipment and
at least 5 shelves of videotapes. Hitting another button
on the remote, the TV came to life and I saw that the
picture was a live view of the room we were in, covered
from all angles.
"You see, Michael and I have a dirty little pleasure.
Both of us get off on seeing ourselves having sex on
camera, broadcasted in the same room while we are doing
it," Catherine said. Some unseen speakers reverberated
what she was saying as it echoed along the shelves of
this massive library.
"But right around the time we got engaged, Michael began
to look around for other women," Catherine continued.
Pushing another button, a black and white picture came on
screen. It showed two people having sex on the same couch
Catherine had been seated on just a moment before.
Again it was Michael Douglas and again it wasn't
Catherine Zeta-Jones he was fucking. Catherine pushed
another button and the picture changed again. Michael
again, but this time a different girl. This girl was
black and it appeared that Michael was fucking her in the
ass. Lost in the moment of the sex on screen, I felt my
erection in my pants start to blossom.
Catherine pushed yet another button and the picture cut
off. Turning to face me, she spoke again.
"All of the girls you just saw were hookers. Michael has
some sort of weird fetish towards them. He gets off on
knowing that he is rich and famous and they are just
prostitutes," she said, the crispness of her Welsh accent
causing each word she said to have a distinct tone to it.
"I've known about this for a while. And he knows I know.
It's just some sort of weird complex he has towards me. I
believe it's called the Madonna-Whore complex. He loves
me too much to do the stuff that he does with the hookers
with me. Normally this sort of behavior would upset me,"
Catherine continued, walking over to refill her drink.
"But since he is such a loving man, and a great father, I
can't fault him too much. It's just the nature of things
out here in Hollywood I guess. A far cry from back in
Europe, but I knew all of this sort of stuff happened
when I came over here," she said.
"So what is the problem then?" I said, still trying to
figure out where she was going with this.
"Well, it's an age thing. After he has one of these fuck
sessions with his hookers, he never has any energy left
for me, so I often go unsatisfied. He may be in his late
50's and that is all he has, but I'm still young and I
get horny just as much as the next girl," she said,
sipping from her scotch.
"So what do you want me to do?" I asked. "Reign him in?
Send him to a shrink?"
"No, no, no," she said, laughing. "I just want you to
fuck me!"
My jaw almost hit the floor on this one. I have had sex
with a lot of girls and actresses since I moved here, but
never any as elegant and beautiful as Catherine Zeta-
Jones.
Fighting back my hormones, I tried to think reasonably.
"I don't think that will solve anything. If anything, it
will make matters worse," I said.
"I disagree. Michael trusts you and your firm, so it's
not like you are a total stranger. And since you don't
represent me, it's not like we are mixing business with
pleasure. And besides, I've heard from a few reliable
sources that you are hung like a horse," Catherine said,
licking her lips sexily.
"I uhh... still don't know about it," I said. My
reasoning was losing out and the erection in my pants was
getting unbearable.
Switching the television back on so that the room was on
TV, this time from an angle that was to the side of both
of us, Catherine began walking towards me.
"Would this change your mind?" she said softly. Catherine
began sliding the shoulders of her dress off and as it
moved it's way down her body, her bare breasts became
exposed. Her nipples were a light pink color, with dark
areolas around the base. They weren't too big and her
breasts were still very perky and upright, despite having
just had a child. Continuing to slide the dress down,
Catherine also was wearing any panties. The trim V shape
of her bush was neatly shaped and I could see that her
pussy lips were very aroused.
She was now standing directly in front of me and I could
smell the musk of her womanly scent filling my nostrils.
I started to speak, but Catherine leaned over and began
to kiss me softly at first, than passionately. I felt her
tongue slip into my mouth as it wrestled around inside.
I threw caution and reason to the wind and began to kiss
her back. Catherine's long black hair was hanging to one
side over her shoulder and in the dim light of the room;
she looked like a goddess, her olive skin illuminating
the light of the room. I could make out even the soft
hairs on the back of her arms, a light color in contrast
to her perfect skin.
Catherine now joined me in the armchair and placed her
legs on my knees. Grabbing my face with both hands, we
continued to kiss like two long separated lovers, our
breathing becoming more intense by the moment. Finally I
broke the kiss to get more comfortable. Standing up from
the chair, I held Catherine in my arms while she busily
slid her hand down to my belt and let my slacks fall to
the floor. Slipping her hand into the opening in my boxer
shorts, her hand wrapped around my stiff cock.
Jerking it slowly, she began to play with my balls in one
hand while she jerked me up and down with the other. I
had moved my head to her neck and was making my way down
her chest, paying special attention to her breasts and
cleavage area.
I felt myself nearing orgasm surprisingly early, so I
pulled Catherine's hand away. Pulling my boxers off
completely now, I stood in just my white starched shirt,
pressing my chest against hers and feeling her erect
nipples poking into the fabric. Catherine began to
unbutton my shirt slowly from the top down, finally
reaching the bottom button. Bending down, she used her
teeth to unclasp this one; she slid the shirt off of my
shoulders. Kissing her way up my chest, she licked my
nipples a couple of times until we reached eye level
again and began to kiss yet again.
After a few moments of this, Catherine had had enough.
Reaching down to grasp my cock again, she pulled it
gently towards her pussy. Guiding the head in at first,
she gasped a little as it entered her.
"It's been a while since I've had anyone this big," she
said. "Michael is only 5 inches."
I pushed more of my dick into her slowly, until finally I
was in her completely. Catherine sighed contentedly and I
began to pump in and out of her at a slow pace. Glancing
over out of the corner of my eye, I saw that our
lovemaking was center stage up on screen. The noise of
our intercourse and our breathing was echoing throughout
the room thanks to the installed speakers.
Catherine slowly pushed me onto the floor with my dick
still inside of her. Grabbing the remote from the nearby
table, she hit a button and our fucking was now in an
even clearer picture. Seeing myself onscreen was a major
turn on, so I began to thrust up and into her harder. But
Catherine was doing almost all the work, as she bounced
up and down on my cock while I was struggling to keep my
thrusts going inside of her.
One of my harder thrusts caused my dick to slip out of
her and slide into her surprisingly loose asshole.
Catherine gasped and moaned at the same time over this. I
was about to pull my dick out and put it back inside of
her hot, wet snatch, but she reached down and held it in
there.
"Keep it there. I like being a naughty girl," she said.
The position wasn't very comfortable for me, so I rotated
myself around and had Catherine get on all fours. Facing
where I thought the cameras were, I looked up to see
myself on that huge projection TV, fucking Catherine
Zeta-Jones up the ass. I began to slam into her harder
and harder until finally I couldn't control myself for
too much longer.
"Catherine," I panted. "I'm about to cum. I'm gonna shoot
inside your ass!" I said breathlessly.
"Hold on, I'm about to cum too. Let's cum together," she
replied, her beautiful body getting rocked back and forth
as I fucked her ass deep.
"Uuggggnnhhh!!" Catherine moaned, and I knew she was just
about to cum. Shoving myself as deep as I could; I shot
my huge load into her. Catherine's pussy released a
torrent of juice a split second later and we both cried
out in ecstasy as pleasure washed over our bodies.
Collapsing onto the floor, Catherine was back up in a
second. Pulling my dick from her ass, I was pleased to
see that I was still very hard. A few droplets of cum
were still left on my dick. Catherine got on her knees
and licked them off; smiling up at me in that same smile
that melted the hearts of millions of men.
Without saying a word, Catherine began jacking my dick
again, alternating between licking and sucking on it and
moving it up and down with her hand. Thrusting her entire
mouth around it, her lips stretched to fit the length of
my nine-inch member into her mouth and down her throat.
This was total bliss for me as I reached down and held
onto the side of Catherine's face, guiding her nimble
tongue and mouth up and down my cock. She continued to
lick and suck me, teasing my balls lightly with the tips
of her fingernails.
I could feel the pressure building inside my balls, and I
tried to jam my cock back into Catherine's mouth to
unload inside of her cheeks. But she resisted and pulled
it out, instead jerking me off right above her mouth and
lips.
"This is my favorite thing to do on camera. It's the
money shot. Now come on baby, spray my face with your
cum!" she said sexily, her tongue sticking out and her
mouth waiting to accept my hot, sticky load.
I felt my load arrive, shooting up the shaft of my cock
like a bolt of lightening. My cock spewed forth a huge
load, landing all over Catherine's face. Looking up to
the screen as it arrived, I saw the cum land on her cheek
and nose, and dribble down to her waiting mouth and
tongue beneath it. A strand stretched from my dick to her
chin, which she quickly gobbled up from the tip of my
dick. My cum covering her face in the soft light of the
room, nothing could be more beautiful. Catherine licked
off what she could with her tongue and then scooped off
the rest with her fingers, smearing it into her tits and
chest.
"Thanks for that," she said a few minutes later after we
had both dressed and she walked me to the door.
"I'll be sure to send you a copy of the tape," she said
winking at me as she shut the door behind me.
Walking back to my car, I understood that sometimes even
the worse days have their silver lining.
*
CHAPTER 8: A mystery celeb, from Dean's father's own
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