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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 16 - Penelope Cruz
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
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Feedback and suggestions always welcome. Thanks to
everyone for giving such positive feedback on my
experiment into longer fiction last chapter. More of that
to come, plus lots more celeb sex. My thanks also to
Anymous and the people behind the legendary "Showtime"
series for letting me borrow Steve Colt. Enjoy.
With the media whirlwind regarding Natalie Portman and
myself being attacked by my deranged former assistant
Julie becoming just a fading news headline, I knew I had
to move on and change a few things.
The first of which was that I needed much higher security
for the stars and myself. I had been living in a fantasy
world when I didn't have any sort of bodyguard or escort
for Natalie or myself that fateful night, so I knew I
should perhaps look to an outside source for security.
After speaking with a few of my stars, many of them
recommended either through personal experience or friends
that I contact Steve Colt, who ran a security firm for
some of the hottest stars in the world. I got his office
number and gave him a call while sitting in my office,
pouring over some movie contracts.
"This is Steve Colt, head of security, how can I help
you?"
"Hi Steve, my name is Dean Simonds and I run Shooting
Stars Talent Agency. Your firm came highly recommended to
me by many stars, including your wife Bridget. I was
wondering if you could help me out by providing security
for some of my talent. I'm open of course to negotiation
on fees," I said into the phone.
"Ahh, the infamous Dean Simonds who almost ate a bullet a
few weeks back," Steve said jokingly into the phone. "I'm
sorry to hear about what happened to you and Ms. Portman.
I'm sure George Lucas would have sued you into the ground
if something had happened to his Queen Amidala,"
I laughed in return. "Don't remind me. The headaches were
bad enough dealing with the police and media, I don't
even want to think what would have happened if things had
been any worse," I said.
"I understand. It's a scary world out there. But all of
us here at the firm do our best to prevent that. Since
you deal with so many of the celebrities we protect, I'm
sure we can arrange some kind of deal," Steve said. "How
soon do you need some of our guys around your people and
how drastic are we talking?"
"As soon as possible. I think that one, maybe two at the
most bodyguards would be sufficient, depending on the
star. If it's a big awards ceremony or a public event
then we may need to step it up some but otherwise I think
one or two will do. The only request I have is that they
stay very low key. I believe in holding private
conversations and meetings with my stars and as
trustworthy as your men are, I still would like to be
with them in private. I'm sure you understand," I
replied, bouncing my pen on my leg as I thought to myself
how sleazy that sounded. Too late now, but I'm sure that
he had dealt with people far worse than me.
"Nope, I understand completely. That is our specialty, to
let the stars lead private lives. I can fax you over some
numbers on a per star basis, etc but since you need to
act soon, I'll go ahead and provide someone immediately.
Who of your clientele are you meeting with next?" Steve
said.
Glancing down at my calendar, I said "Sarah Michelle
Gellar? I'm meeting her for lunch next week. Can you have
one of your guys there to watch us?"
"Not a problem at all. Like I said, we can work out
payment later. It's been nice talking to you but I have
to run," Steve said.
"Yea, same with you. Thanks, I'm sure your terms will be
agreeable. Talk to you later," I said and heard the click
as Steve hung up.
With security taken care of, I set out on my next job -
to find a replacement for Julie. The interviewing process
started as soon as I hung up the phone and lasted for
almost 4 hours. Parading in and out of my office were
short, dumpy unattractive women, beautiful right out of
school naive college girls and even a few nerdy looking
guys who seemed to lack people skills altogether. I had
resigned myself to the fact that most of the people who
were unemployed were so for a reason. I had no idea Julie
was as good as she was, despite having been a complete
psychotic. Each interview became a struggle for me as I
tried to contain my disgust for some of these people. So
with a sigh, I leaned back in my overstuffed leather
chair and got ready for the next applicant.
"NEXT!" I shouted from my chair, through the open door to
my office. A part of me was amazed though that with these
losers applying that I got such a thrill from flat out
rejecting them. It was a power I had never felt before
because often I had been in their positions.
In walked a gigantic black man. He was at least as tall
as I was, probably taller, and built like a football
player. His head was shaved bald and his skin was of a
lighter hue than the other black applicants who had come
in. He had a neatly kempt black goatee and was dressed
quite impeccably in a suit and tie that seemed to stretch
on his massive body with every breath he took.
Despite looking the part, he was clearly quite nervous or
dumbfounded or something by my office. He folded and
unfolded his resume in his hand absent-mindedly, glancing
around the room; his gaze directed towards my wall of
award statues that stars from the agency had won and had
let me borrow for display.
"Have a seat please," I said to him. This startled him a
little bit but he complied and walked over to a chair
facing across from me, sinking his hulking massive frame
into the chair. He appeared to be awestruck by this whole
experience.
"May I see your resume please?" I said to him as he sat
dumbly in the chair.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah of course," he said, handing it to
me, the three sheets of paper folded in half.
"Thanks," I said, unfolding it and glancing down at it to
scan. I was already considering my rejection wording but
decided to give him a fair look any ways. "Hmm...Damon
Brill. Age 27. From Brooklyn, New York. Well Damon you
look at little lost here in L.A. for someone from such a
large city.
Damon spoke for the first time.
"No...I mean, no sir, I'm not lost at all. I've lived
here for 12 years. I just graduated from USC and saw your
ad in the paper and decided to give the job a shot,"
Damon said. He was soft spoken but his voice was deep and
thundered as he spoke like an Olympian God.
"USC huh? You must have graduated with a large class
because half of the people who have applied came from
there," I said smiling weakly.
"Yes sir. Over 5,000 people this year, up from 3,500 the
year before. In my school, the school of business, we had
1,000 people alone. But I'm sure you can see that by the
resume," He said, smiling. His teeth were almost a
perfect white and there was something about his smile
that seemed so trusting and honest. Maybe it was the
whole incident from before but I felt safe for some
reason when he was in the room. Maybe he just wasn't
another loser applicant.
"Yes, I see that. Graduated with honors, a 3.89 GPA.
That's quite impressive Damon. Almost too impressive for
a job like this. It doesn't pay nearly what you probably
could be making you realize," I said to him, testing to
see how he would respond to such a negative approach.
"Yes sir, I know. But ever since I was 10 years old I've
always dreamed of being around movie stars. That's why me
and my mama moved here to L.A. - she wanted to be near
them too. I can't act at all and probably should have
been a football player but I just don't have the speed. I
figure, your company is probably the closest I'm ever
going to come to being around famous people," He said,
brushing my comment on money off completely. Damon seemed
very humble, a rarity out here in Los Angeles, not to
mention the fact that he wasn't an actor.
"So you just want to work here, despite the low pay, to
follow your dream?" I said, swiveling back in my chair. I
had him in my sights now. This question would test his
determination and commitment I felt and would decide if
he would get the job or not.
"Yes sir, without a doubt. My mama always said to follow
your heart; to follow your dream. And this is my dream,
even if I won't get paid much to do it. I promise you
though Mr. Simonds, that I will be here an hour before
the office opens and stay as late as you need me without
a single complaint," Damon said, smiling. His nervousness
was gone and I realized that I felt like I was talking to
a long lost friend just now, hearing him pour his heart
out to me. I may have become jaded by the L.A. lifestyle
but I wasn't heartless.
"That's very noble Damon. Very noble in deed..." I said,
trailing off. I couldn't resist keeping him waiting in
anticipation. "Congratulations, you have the job,"
Damon's face lit up like a firework. His already beaming
smile grew wider and his eyes shone with excitement.
"Thank you sir, you won't regret it. I promise you,"
Damon said, leaning across my desk to shake my hand. His
hand dwarfed mine considerably but he had a firm
handshake, which was always good.
"I might hold you to that Damon," I said with a grin.
"Now, when can you start?"
"As soon as you need me sir," Damon said, almost giddy
with excitement.
"Good. I need you now. Go out of this office, down the
hall and to your right. There is a coffee machine and a
food prep area. I have a client coming in any time now
and I want to have some fresh drinks and fruit for her,
should she need it. If you need any help on how to work
the espresso machine, just ask someone. Welcome aboard
and please, call me Dean," I said to him.
"Yes sir, I'll get right on it," Damon said with a start,
jumping out of the chair and heading down the hall. I
couldn't help but grin as he went, excited as a kid on
his first day of school.
I smiled as he left and started on some paper work, but
it wasn't long before I was interrupted again. A knock on
my office door caused me to look up and as the door
opened, Penelope Cruz walked in.
A budding starlet, Penelope was already a star in her
native Spain and had started on becoming famous here in
America. She wasn't very tall, 5'5 maybe and had the body
type of a model. Dressed casually in a black baby doll t-
shirt and a pair of jeans, her long brown hair swaying
over her shoulder as she walked in.
"Dean? I hope I'm not interrupting anything. There wasn't
a secretary out there so I just sort of let myself in,"
Penelope said with a smile, her English dotted with a
Spanish accent.
"No of course not Penelope, come on in and have a seat.
No, I actually just hired someone to replace Julie now
that she...won't be coming back," I said, trailing off a
little bit.
"OH! Of course! How silly of me, I forgot about that! I'm
sorry Dean, I didn't mean to bring it up. I just heard
about it the other day because I was in Canada and...I'm
sorry, how thoughtless of me," Penelope said
apologetically.
"That's alright, I hardly expect my clients to keep up
with my personal life," I said with a slight smile.
The door opened again softly and in walked Damon,
carrying a pitcher of water and a tray of fresh mango,
orange and kiwi slices.
"Mr. Simonds, I mean Dean, I got the fruit you wanted
and..." Damon said, stopping suddenly when Penelope
turned to look at him. The tray wobbled in his hand and I
thought for a second that he was going to drop it.
"Oh, sorry...I umm...didn't know...umm...there was
someone in here. I'm sorry!" Damon said in a jumbled
sentence, setting the tray on the corner of my desk and
backing out quickly.
"Thank you Damon!" I yelled to him as he shut the door
quickly.
Penelope turned to me and grinned. "The replacement?" she
said laughingly.
"Yeah. How did you guess?" I said with a laugh. "I hired
him about two minutes before you got here. He's obviously
a little wet behind the ears," I said.
"That's ok. Better innocent than jaded to life out here,"
Penelope said.
"I suppose so. Now, where were we?" I said to her.
Penelope and I discussed her having a role in a few
upcoming and planned sequels from the studios. Nothing A
list star material but it might do her career good to be
in a blockbuster or two. While we were talking, I
couldn't help but stare at her long, shapely legs and
firm tummy. Natalie and I had promised to get back
together whenever possible but we never said that dating
(or fucking in my case) other people was out of the
question. So while I tried not to be too obvious about
it, Penelope continued to talk.
"Well, you are the agent. If you think one of these roles
would be best then I'll trust your judgment," Penelope
said with a smile. I wasn't listening to her though and
was instead lost in tracing for the millionth time from
her petite feet up to where her legs crossed.
"Dean? Are you listening to me? No believe esto, ‚l estoy
mirando fijamente mis piernas!" Penelope muttered to
herself.
"I was not!" I said to her with a start. I may have been
raised up north but I knew my Spanish. You had to in this
town.
"Oh really?" Penelope said slyly. "Then what did I say?"
"You said 'I don't believe this, he is checking out my
legs'" I retorted, smiling from the knowledge that I knew
exactly what she said.
"Hmm...your high school Spanish paid off," Penelope
grinned. "But if you weren't checking out my legs then
why were you so distracted?"
"I don't know, it's just been so hard to focus," I lied.
"Since the incident I mean. I lost a good friend as well
as a great secretary,"
"Ahh...I understand. Well, in my country we have ways of
making people feel better and deal with their grief. I
can show you if you'd like," Penelope said.
"I'd love to," I said, knowing full well where this would
lead (not that I was complaining).
"Ok then. Well first off, part of the healing process
involves eating and being merry. So let's just use this
fruit your kind assistant brought in to help speed things
along," Penelope said, standing up and grabbing an orange
slice as she walked over and stood in front of me.
"Fresh fruit is a great way to start. And some men say
that citrus is a great aphrodisiac," Penelope said,
slowly biting off a piece of the orange and sucking in
sexily on the juice.
"Here, try a bite," Penelope said, slowly lowering her
hand towards my mouth. I parted my lips and let her put
the piece of fruit into my mouth, licking the juices off
of her fingers. The fruit was sweet and tangy, and
Penelope's fingers were delicate and small as they
entered my mouth, the tips brushing across my tongue.
Reaching down, she took another piece of fruit in one
hand and continued to feed it to me in a very erotic way.
Maybe the fruit really was an aphrodisiac or maybe it was
just having Penelope standing just a foot away from me,
her rich womanly musk filling my nostrils, but I was
getting extremely hard inside my boxers.
Licking a dribble of juice that ran down her arm while
she was giving me the pieces of fruit, Penelope spoke
again.
"The other good stress alleviator I know," she said,
slowly reaching her hands under her shirt and pulling it
up her dark, olive flesh revealing large b-cup breasts
straining against her black lace bra "is sex. But I'm
sure you already knew that one right?" Penelope said,
moving her hands down to her hips and beginning to sway
them back and forth sexily as she unbuttoned her jeans
and began to slide them off.
"Of course. That's not a cultural secret by a long shot,"
I said softly, moving my hands up to cup her breasts.
"MMMMmm....that's good. Because if it were, I wouldn't be
able to let you leave alive," Penelope murmured, throwing
her head back in enjoyment as my thumbs rubbed over her
nipples, making them stiff and pointy as they pressed
against her breasts.
Penelope reached behind her back and undid her bra,
letting her breasts come free. They were gorgeous, as
dark as the rest of her body. Her nipples were medium
size, as were her areolas, her nipples a lighter shade of
brown than the rest of her breasts. They hung naturally
on her model-like body frame, protruding from her chest
in a just-right size that made them perfect for squeezing
and fondling, both of which I was doing right now.
Penelope was anxious to get my pants down but I thought
better of it.
"Let's do this in a little bit more comfortable spot," I
said to her, taking her by the hand and leading her to my
couch on the other side of the room. Penelope lay on the
couch with her legs propped up on an arm of the sofa, her
legs spread with her left leg on the floor. I walked over
to the office door and locked it, the soft click of metal
on metal filling the room quietly.
Approaching Penelope, I noticed she had wasted no time
getting started without me, as she had one hand on her
breasts, teasing and squeezing them softly as she used
her other hand inside of her panties to play with herself
(When her jeans came off, I don't know). Her rich brown
hair was now totally unencumbered and was splayed out all
over the other arm of the sofa, where her head was
resting.
Getting onto my knees, I slowly began to kiss my way up
her leg, tracing my tongue up the inner portion of her
calf, causing her to shudder as my tongue got closer to
her sweet spot. Enjoying the moment, I decided to tease
Penelope a little more (as if she needed it. Her moans
were softly escaping her beautiful lips as she was lost
in her own world of lust.). I walked to the desk and
grabbed the tray of fruit from my desk. Approaching her,
I climbed onto the couch next to her.
Penelope's brown eyes flew open, alert and alive with
sexual energy as she watched me move a piece of fruit
from the tray to her belly, hanging it just a few inches
from her body. Her hand busily was working on getting
herself off from her own juices, I decided to add a
little bit of extra juice for good measure.
As my hand neared her breasts, I squeezed on the slice of
fruit, a mango, over them, letting the fresh juice slowly
drip onto her body, covering her breasts and cleavage
with the sticky nectar. I lowered my mouth to her breasts
and used my tongue to lick up the juice, slowly moving my
mouth over her hard nipples. Penelope gasped in pleasure
as I squeezed more juice onto her left breast and quickly
sucked and licked it clean, getting almost all of her
breast in my mouth.
The taste was like an exotic flavor I have never tasted,
a mingling of the sweetness of the fruit and the salty
flavor of her sweating, glistening body. I bit the fruit
and ate it, moving my mouth up to Penelope's so that I
could taste both the sweetness of it and her delicious
mouth. Penelope hungrily returned the kiss, her tongue
moving in and out of my mouth like a snake as we explored
each other.
The kiss broken, I climbed up further on the couch and
climbed between Penelope's legs. My finger still sticky
with the juice of the fruit, I slowly traced it down her
tummy until I hit her panty line. Bringing my mouth back
up to her belly, I licked where the juice had been and
then grabbed her panties in my teeth and slowly began to
pull them down, using just my mouth alone.
As I got closer to her sticky, moist cunt, the smell and
musk of her self-inducing orgasm filled my nostrils. It
was an intoxicating smell and one that I couldn't help
but savor as I finally worked her panties off, sliding
them down one leg. Her pussy was neatly shaved, a small
v-shape of hair right above her entrance. It made her
cunt look extremely sexy, with the contrast between her
darkened skin and her even darker pussy hair.
Unbuckling my belt, I slid my pants off with one hand
while using the other to caress and touch her silky,
satiny skin. My boxer shorts falling to the floor, my
hardening dick sprang free. I caught a glimpse of a
devilish smile on Penelope's face as she saw my cock for
the first time, her face lighting up with lust.
I climbed up next to Penelope and lifted one of her legs
so that my prick was just a few inches from her glorious,
sweet love hole. Holding her in my arms, we embraced in a
kiss again as I set her leg atop the sofa, her hips now
spread wide and ready to take my penetration. Using my
hand, I nimbly guided my cock towards her hole,
Penelope's hips bucking slightly back and forth towards
it in anticipation. I already had a strand of precum
oozing out from the head of my prick and with Penelope's
combined wetness, I knew she would be ready to go.
In one sharp thrust, I pushed almost all of my 8 inches
inside of her, causing both of us to rock hard against
the arm of the sofa as we became one in our love making.
Penelope lowered her other leg from the top of the sofa
and laid it across my legs, scissoring me in as I started
to thrust in and out of her. Our bodies rocked in unison
as I pistoned in and out of her snatch. Penelope began to
moan loudly and I was glad that the door to my office was
sound proof.
My hands moved up to her breasts and I squeezed and
fondled them, rubbing her brown nipples under my palms,
her nipples incredibly erect. Penelope's hips were
thrusting back on mine now, her pubic bone moving rapidly
up and down my shaft. She lifted her head to watch our
motion, her eyes filled with that same lustful amazement
from earlier. Every time I would push my cock into her,
she would gasp a little bit, her heaving chest and
breasts bouncing up and down.
I felt Penelope shudder under me and a flood of warm
juices escape from her cunt, spilling onto her leg and my
lap. I hadn't had sex since Natalie left 2 weeks ago so I
knew that my orgasm would come any moment (no pun
intended). What finally pushed me over the edge was not
any one thing Penelope did, but more of how her wet pussy
felt against my fiery cock. As I thrust inside of her,
touching the back of her cervix, Penelope's cunt spasmed
a little bit from the pleasure and I felt her tight inner
muscles contract around me, squeezing my cock like a
vice. Without any control, I felt my cum shoot from my
cock like a cannon, splattering against the back walls of
her as I orgasmed.
Penelope bucked against me again as she came once more,
our sweat, cum and the remnants of the sticky sweet fruit
juice all mingling together in a mass of hair.
Pulling out of her, we both let out a collective sigh.
But my cock was still rock hard and from the look on
Penelope's face, she was still more than ready to go.
Deciding to try something different, I took my prick in
my hand and rubbed it against the crack in her ass, the
head touching her pert, tiny little asshole. Penelope
knew exactly what I wanted and lifted her legs again,
spreading her ass cheeks wide to give me better access to
her hole.
Slowly I worked the head of my cock into her ass, her
asshole contracting naturally at the foreign invader. She
relaxed her muscles some and it made it easier for me to
enter her, although she was still incredibly tight.
Getting about 3 inches inside of her, the rest easily
slipped in. I held Penelope in my arms for a moment or
two, savoring the feeling of an even tighter grip on my
cock. She had grimaced a little at first as I was
entering her ass, but now she seemed relaxed and ready
for more. I pulled my shaft out most of the way, leaving
the head and an inch or two inside of her and then before
pushing myself back in.
It was slow going at first, trying carefully not to hurt
her but yet still bring us both pleasure at the same
time. To take her mind off of it, I slipped two fingers
into her cunt and began to finger fuck her softly, timing
it with the thrust of my hips. Her juicy wet snatch
responded instantly to my touch, the feeling almost
electric.
I don't know what it is, but every girl I've ever been
with who is even the slightest bit Hispanic has been
absolutely incredible in bed, their body like a live
firecracker. My fingers picked up the pace some and were
soon disappearing in and out of her in a blur. For at
least the fifth time of the afternoon, Penelope came
again, this time coating my hand with a fresh batch of
pussy juice that dribbled down my wrist and arm. Penelope
took my hand in hers and moved it to her mouth, slowly
licking and sucking her own juices from my hand a finger
at a time.
Watching her do this was an incredible turn on and since
we I had held out in fucking her in the ass for almost 45
minutes, this triggered me again. This time I saw it
coming and began to shove in and out of her furiously.
Pushing inside her as deep as I could go, I sprayed the
inside of her ass with cum, the love juice coating my
cock completely.
Penelope moved up and positioned herself so that she
straddled me and bounced up and down as my cock softened
inside of her, the juice trickling out of her holes and
forming a frothy mess all over both of us. Finally she
climbed off of my cock and laid atop my chest, both of us
just catching our breath.
We must have dozed off because I was startled awake by a
knock on the door.
"Dean? Are you there? Why is this door locked?" It was
Damon.
Penelope was also awakened by the knock and we both
struggled to get dress quickly and look presentable.
Penelope was clothed in a flash and I was right behind
her. I quietly snuck over to the door and unlocked it,
walking back quickly to stand beside Penelope at my desk.
"It's uhh...not locked, just stuck. Try it again," I
called to him, straightening my tie out.
The door swung open and Damon almost fell in after
pushing on it.
"Oh...sorry. Just wanted to tell you that I'm leaving for
the day. Man things are hectic here!" Damon said
exasperatedly.
"Yea, they can be a little rough," I said in reply to
him.
"Well Dean, this was a reproductive, I mean PRODUCTIVE
meeting," Penelope said to me. "Give me a call at home
later and you can fax over the final contracts,"
"Will do. Always a pleasure Penelope," I said as she
walked out the door. Damon quickly jumped out of the way
as she passed him, still a little star struck. Penelope
smiled devilishly at him as she brushed past, giving his
crotch a slight squeeze that caused Damon to jump almost
a foot in the air.
With Penelope gone, Damon walked over to me.
"You two weren't...I mean, she didn't...why did she?"
Damon said, stuttering over his words.
"Damon my man, all your questions will be answered in
time. You still have a lot to learn and experience here
but trust me, you won't regret it," I said, winking to
him.
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