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Story title : Journal of an Agent: Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 23 - Sarah Michelle Gellar
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
(To catch everyone up: The main character, Dean Simonds,
upon leaving a hot tryst with Jennifer Lopez meets a girl
in the parking lot who shatters his entire family
history. She tells him that she is actually his sister,
something that he didn't know until just now, having
thought for his entire life that he was an only child,
his only living relative a party loving half-brother.)
***
My head was spinning. I felt confused and a little angry
that this stranger would approach me with such a claim. I
tried to poke holes in her story.
"That's impossible. I'm an only child. I think I'd know
if I had a sibling running around somewhere," I said
preposterously, snorting at her claim.
"That's the same way I felt too. That is until my father
passed away last year and I found this in his old photo
album," she said. She reached into her pocket and pulled
out a photo. What I saw left no doubt in my mind.
The photo was an old one of my mother, clutching two
babies on her lap. Both looked to be the same age, one a
boy the other a girl. Flipping it over on the back, I
read the caption: ALLISON AND DEAN - 2 MOS.
"We're twins. And that's not the only thing - you know
your half brother Jacob?" she said, my mouth still
hanging slack jawed from this new discovery.
"Yes. How did you know about him?" I asked, things just
getting stranger and stranger.
"The way he acts around you isn't his real personality. I
think that he may be planning something involving you in
the near future, although I can't say what," the girl,
who I'm assuming was Allison, said. "Look, I don't feel
real safe standing around here. Want to go get some
coffee and talk about it?"
I nodded and we both climbed into my car, peeling out of
the now deserted parking lot. The concert traffic was
pretty thick, bumper to bumper, but soon eased as we
passed the freeway.
"How did you find me? And I mean, of all the nights and
places to look," I asked, my hands fidgeting nervously on
the steering wheel.
"Well, when I found that photo I did a little bit more
investigating into my fathers things. Turns out of course
that he wasn't my real father, only my adopted father. I
found the adoption certificate to prove this in his safe
deposit box. Apparently when we were both three months
old, your mother, I mean OUR mother put me up for
adoption. I don't know why or what for, but regardless I
was put up for adoption and taken a few months later. I
spent my entire life growing up in Chicago, living with
my adopted father and his wife. She died a few years back
but never mentioned the adoption to me," Allison said.
"Ok, but that still doesn't answer my question. How did
you find ME?" I again asked, strange parallels in our
lives starting to come together - growing up not knowing
our fathers, our mothers (or in her case her adopted
mother) dieing when she was younger. It was eerie.
"I'm getting to that. I went to the adoption agency and
asked for my records on my biological parents. Things are
different these days, agencies seem very open to helping
adults find their real parents. It's not like in the
movies where everything is some sort of epic," Allison
said. "So I got our mothers name and looked her up last
year, only to find she had passed away. Eventually I got
your name from the obituary and when I went to visit you
in New York the neighbors told me how you ended up here.
It didn't take long to track down your company and then
your personal assistant, a nice guy named Damon I think,
told me you were at the show tonight," she finished
breathlessly.
"Well, that's quite some homework you've done," I said.
"But now that you've found me, and don't get me wrong, I
am happy to see you. The bigger question on my mind
though is what do you want?"
"No, I understand. I'd be a little freaked out if someone
tracked me down across the country," Allison said. "Tell
ya what, let's pull into this coffee shop and I'll
explain."
I made a sharp cut across lanes and pulled into the
diner's parking lot, a rusty old place that looked like
it hadn't aged well since the 50s, when it probably
opened. We walked silently from the car and stepped
inside. The place was mostly deserted, except for a small
gaggle of stoned teenagers off in the corner, laughing at
God knows what. The inside of the coffee shop was just
like you'd imagine it to be - pale lights hanging over
the table, grizzled truckers sitting at the bar with a
plate full of steaming fatty food and a cigarette in
their hand, and the waitresses wearing faded pink
uniforms that covered their bodies in the non-flexible
material of starched linen. In a word, it was like
walking into any movie you could ever imagine.
"Seat you two?" the hostess said, an older woman with
frazzled gray hair, the bags under her eyes hanging like
sad little pouches from beneath her blood shot eyes.
I nodded at the woman and she led us to a back far table.
A waitress appeared shortly thereafter, taking our order.
Neither of us were hungry, but both Allison and I ordered
coffee - black.
"I guess we are paternal twins then," I said, stirring my
coffee when the waitress returned. "Because other than
the hair and maybe a few facial features, you and I look
nothing alike,"
"That's what I figured too. That's why I was so hesitant
to speak to you, thinking that it really wasn't you
standing there since we DIDN'T look that much alike. But
I took a risk and well, here we are," Allison said.
I sipped my coffee. It was bitter and lukewarm, but I
wasn't going to send it back. The waitress looked too
lonely to bear the burden of my picky tastes.
"Any ways, before I found you here I went and saw your
younger brother Jacob in New York City," Allison said.
"Not a nice guy at all, especially after finding out we
were related. He seemed to snap at me over everything and
didn't want to answer any of my questions. Has he always
been like that?" she asked.
"No, actually. That's really surprising. He seems like a
good kid. A little selfish and spoiled, but still pretty
good at heart," I replied, a little taken aback at her
description of Jacob. I had seen him up in New York only
a few months ago when I went to talk to Jennifer Aniston.
He didn't seem to have a problem then. Maybe it was just
the stress of college and all that had happened in the
city. Allison went on.
"The reason I even bother to bring him up is because of
this thing that I saw on his coffee table when I was at
his house," she said, reaching into her purse. "At first
I thought that it would be helpful to me because it
looked like the name of your talent agency out here. I
asked him about it but he snatched the paper away before
I could get a closer look and told me that it was
'personal business'," she said. I nodded, obliging her to
continue.
"Before he took it away though, I took a picture of the
paper when he was out of the room with my Polaroid, you
know to help me out even if he wouldn't," she said,
finally pulling out something from her purse. "See, I'm
an amateur photographer, I love taking pictures. And I
brought my camera along to get some good pictures of my
new family," she smiled, sliding the photo across the
table. I took it in my hand but didn't look until she
finished speaking again.
"The picture came out pretty good, considering the
lighting and all. But when I got out here to California
to try and look the place up, hoping to find you, the
telephone operator said that no such business existed. I
gave her the address though and then she connected me to
Damon who got me to you," Allison said finally, sipping
her coffee. She leaned over the table a bit and pulled
the photo down to the table to point at something on it.
"The weird thing is, the name of the company is different
but the ADDRESS is the same as where you are now. Your
company is Shooting Stars Talent Agency. That piece of
paper said StarPower Representation Firm, Inc. Does your
company have two names?" she asked, her hands clenched
together tightly. The air of the coffee shop was quite
cold.
Studying the picture myself, Allison had been right.
Though it was a little blurry, the paper (which looked
like a fax cover sheet) did say what she had noted. And
she had been right about the address too. Why would Jacob
make up a sheet with the same address as my company? Was
he trying to send someone my way?
"Hmm...you're right. But this doesn't make any sense.
When I took over the place from my...I mean OUR father,
it had been in business under Shooting Stars for the past
50 years. I'll have to give Jacob a call tomorrow and see
what is going on," I said, puzzled as I held the photo in
my hand.
"No, no, no! You can't call him!" Allison blurted out,
almost knocking her coffee cup over.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because if you do then he will know I told you. Look, I
know you have a good relationship with all the family you
know about, but I'm having to dig myself out of a hole
right now and pissing off relatives, half or not, is not
what I want to do," Allison said, crossing her arms
across her chest.
"Why would he be angry? It's an honest question, seen by
someone who also had some honest curiosity," I said.
"I don't know. But the way he was acting, all nervous and
jittery and hesitant to even talk to me, makes me feel
like there is something else going on and he doesn't want
anyone to know about it. Just do me a favor okay? If you
do mention it to him, say you heard it from someone else
in New York. I don't know, I'm sure you have contacts out
there, make something up. Can you do that for me Dean?"
Allison asked. Her eyes were pleading and I couldn't say
no.
"Fine, whatever. I'm still not convinced that you spoke
to the same person as the half-brother I've known for his
whole life, but we can figure that out later. In the
meantime, it's getting late. I hate to cut our reunion
short but I have to be in the office tomorrow morning. We
need to get together for lunch sometime," I said, pulling
a few bucks from my wallet to pay the check.
"No, I understand. I'm exhausted from the trip anyways.
Besides, now that we know each other it's not like the
other will just disappear," she said with a grin.
"That's true, although you suddenly DID appear tonight
out of the blue. But I guess there isn't any easy way to
start a relationship like that is there?" I said.
"Nope, not that I know of. Well, I'm going to head back
to my hotel now. I have your number so I'll call you
sometime soon," she said, getting up to leave.
"Hey, at least let me drive you back. LA's streets aren't
safe at night," I said, trying to be the chivalrous
gentleman.
"I'm a big girl, I did grow up in Chicago you know," she
said. "Besides, I'm only a block away and I'm sure I'll
make it there fine,"
I walked her outside to the street. The din of traffic
had ebbed substantially and the streets were deserted
except for a stray cat I saw rifling through some
garbage.
"It was nice to finally meet you Dean," Allison said with
a warm hearted smile. "Take care,"
She walked off down the block and I watched her go until
she turned a corner. Getting back into my car, I headed
home. It was impossible to sleep, my mind racing over not
only having a new person in my family but also trying to
figure out what the hell Jacob was up to out there in New
York.
The next morning was uneventful. Damon seemed ready to
bubble over with excitement at having spoken with my
"long lost sister". But I cut him off at the pass:
"She found me Damon. Last night, after the concert. But
thank you for your concern," I said, heading into my
office. I was surprised to see that my voice mail, the
number that I left for all clients to reach me at
directly in case of an emergency, was blinking with 7
unplayed messages.
Puzzled, I picked up the phone and hit play.
"Hi Dean this is Sarah Michelle Gellar. Freddie and I
have a problem that I think you need to take care of.
Give me a call when you get this message, you've got my
number. Bye"
I hit NEXT on the phone.
"Dean, this is Sarah again. Just waiting on your call,
this problem really needs to be taken care of. Call me as
soon as you can,"
I pressed NEXT again.
"God damn it Dean, where the hell are you? Why am I
paying you so much money to not be there when I need you?
I've got a serious fucking problem and you aren't around
to help. You better call me. This is Sarah"
Sighing to myself, I knew what the next message would be.
I pressed it anyways.
"Sorry about that Dean, I lost my cool. Just call me
okay? This is Sarah again,"
I didn't even need to bother playing the next messages, I
simply held down the delete button and picked up the
phone, dialing her number from my rolodex. It didn't even
ring twice.
"What?" a female voice snapped on the other line.
"Nice to speak to you too Sarah. So what is this big
emergency?" I said calmly, almost a little too sappily.
This wasn't the first time this had happened - Sarah was
a nice enough girl, easy to get along with when it came
down to negotiating, but when something bad happened to
her it was like the sky was falling.
"Dean thank God it's you! Freddie and I are in BIG
trouble. Can you come out to the house and talk to us?"
Sarah said. Her voice sounded unusually panicked even for
her.
"Is it that big of a problem that it can't be taken care
of over the phone?" I asked, my mind distracted by other
things.
"Let me let you make the call - is a gay male prostitute
tied up in our back bedroom suitable for handling over
the phone?" Sarah spat back. I sat up at attention.
"What is a gay male prostitute doing in your house at
all?" I asked, more than just a little surprise.
"That's what you need to come over here and figure out
then isn't it?" Sarah said. "Shall I expect you in an
hour?"
"Make it two for traffic. But I'm on my way," I said,
hanging up the phone and hustling out of the office to my
car.
Getting in and peeling out of the parking lot, I thought
to myself - why oh why do I get stuck with stars who get
into these kinds of messes?
I headed out along the coast to Sarah's house. It was
beachfront property, located on a rocky cliff in Malibu
that gave an absolutely stunning view of the ocean from
almost any point in the house. Buffy certainly didn't
like to live cheaply.
When I arrived, I was surprised to find Sarah meet me at
the door. Her golden blond hair looked frazzled and mangy
and her eyes were a little puffy, probably from lack of
sleep over this incident. I knew right away, after
spotting a few droplets of blood on the floor, that this
was a far more serious situation than I thought. The
crimson red spots seemed to mock me almost as I went, the
sharp contrast of color against the off white plush
carpeting very striking.
"Hi Dean," Sarah said softly. "Freddie and the guy are
down here,"
I followed her down a flight of mahogany wooden stairs to
a basement like area, located at the base of the house.
It was slanted and rather narrow, the ceiling fading away
to a point due to it's sharp cut into the hillside. It
was dark and quiet, the pale light of a floor lamp
casting the only light in the room, leaving corners of
darkness to dance mysteriously at us, their contents
unbeknownst to me without further inspection.
At the very back of the below ground level was a door and
Sarah knocked softly before opening it and entering
slowly.
The room was a glow with burning scented candles and the
aroma of charred wax and manufactured fragrance was over
powering. The room contained all sorts of bizarre things
that I didn't even think about asking about - leather
whips and bondage gear mounted on the wall, a set of
handcuffs dangling from a coat hook, the shiny metal
catching me in the eye for a second as my eyes adjusted
to the room.
Freddie Prinze Jr. sat on the solitary piece of furniture
in the room, a bed that had been stripped of sheets but
was a little dirty from some drying maroon stains on the
mattress cover. Freddie sat with his head in his hands,
hunched over the bed in thought. The hooker that Sarah
had mentioned sat huddled in a far corner of the room,
his handcuffed hands holding his knees tightly against
his chest.
He was a decent looking guy, a little younger than me,
with reddish brown curly hair and a fair amount of the
same color chest hair on his upper body. The man was
naked except for a very small loin cloth that barely
covered his manhood and I could see that his mouth looked
swollen a red, his lip split a little in the corner from
what appeared to be a vicious punch to the mouth. His
back, which I noticed when he exhaled and inhaled deeply,
was slashed red with what I assumed were whip marks. In
situations like this, it was my experience not to ask.
A closely guarded secret in Hollywood, very few people
knew that Freddie Prinze Jr. was in fact a homosexual.
Because of his public image as a heartthrob for millions
of girls and women, the truth about this fact was kept as
quiet as possible. By Hollywood standards, a gay man
publicly dating (or in this case engaged to be married)
to a straight woman was nothing new, and I could name a
handful of gay men off the top of my head who were
leading stars and box office draws no matter what they
released.
I had discussed the current situation between Sarah and
Freddie with the two of them before. They had met on the
set of "I Know What You Did Last Summer" and gotten to be
good friends. It was only a few years later she confided
in me, that he revealed to her that he was gay. After
both of their film careers began to sag some, Sarah had
approached me with the idea of getting married to Freddie
not only to take off the pressure of any noisy Hollywood
reporter but to get some good PR for the two of them. I
told her that it was a good idea and a few weeks later
they announced their engagement.
It was a little bizarre for someone outside of Hollywood
to think about two people living together under the same
roof as man and wife but never actually consummating the
marriage, but since I had gotten into the Hollywood world
hardly anything surprised me anymore. The current
predicament however, did not fall into that category.
"Ok Freddie, tell me what happened so I can decide what
we need to do," I said. My eyes watched the hooker in the
corner, who appeared to be either in shock or at the very
least sleeping from exhaustion.
"Well, I had him come over last night and we, well, you
know. I had gotten his number from a friend of mine who
said that he was willing to do just about anything you
asked. I had been playing around with bondage and S&M and
hadn't really known what I was doing. The next thing I
knew, I had teased and hit him a little too hard and he
freaked out, running upstairs and to the front door. If
Sarah hadn't been there to hit him in the head with a
book I think he might have gotten away and who knows what
would have happened then," Freddie said, his voice
wavering. He too seemed to be in shock, his words
floating out like they came from someone else's mouth.
"Freddie, you know that I don't care what you do with
your own sex life. That's your business. But as your
friend as well as your agent, you can't go around beating
up hookers," I said sternly.
"I wasn't beating him!" Freddie cried, standing up from
the bed now. "Things just got going really fast and I
think that we just got really carried away,"
"And Sarah, you had nothing to do with this?" I asked,
turning my attention to her. She was dressed in a loose
sweater and jeans but was biting her nails nervously, her
blond hair hanging in her face haphazardly. She was lost
in her own thoughts until I called her name.
"No, I didn't know what they were doing down here. I was
just upstairs flipping channels and I heard the guy,
whose name is Randy by the way, come screaming up the
stairs. When I saw the blood on his mouth, I just freaked
out and hit him in the head. I didn't mean for him to
fall down, but once he did Freddie came up and I helped
him carry Randy downstairs and handcuff him. Jesus Dean,
am I going to go to jail?" Sarah said, her voice on the
verge of anguished tears.
"Not if I can help it Sarah. You two fucked up pretty bad
but I think we can fix the situation. Is he unconscious?"
I asked the two of them.
"He woke up about 10 minutes ago, right before you got
here. But he hasn't said a word since we moved him down
here," Freddie said. "What do you want us to do? We can't
just leave him down here, unconscious or not,"
I thought for a moment, my mind racing trying to find the
best way to resolve this dilemma. "First off, Sarah I
want you to go get some washcloths and some clothes to
clean him up with. And Freddie, while I take a look at
him I want you to find the key to the handcuffs," I said,
taking charge.
Sarah bounded upstairs while Freddie scoured the room for
the key. I approached "Randy" (I didn't think that was
his real name) and stooped down to take a look at him.
His lip was split open pretty good and the left side of
his face was starting to swell with a blackish tint just
above his high cheek bones. A trickle of blood had dried
and cracked out of the corner of his mouth but it didn't
look like he lost any teeth or anything more severe than
just a sharp blow to the face. I stooped down onto my
haunches to take a better look and try to rouse him.
"Randy? Randy can you hear me?" I said, putting my arm on
his own and shaking him gently. He lifted his head slowly
and looked at me. I'll never forget that look - it was
one of fear and confusion and most of all hurt. The poor
guy just wanted to go home and if what I had in mind
worked, he would soon be on his way.
"Yeah, I can hear you. What do you want?" he whispered.
"I'm a friend of Freddie's and Sarah's. I'm here to help,
to make things better so that we all can forget this
night and move along with our lives," I said. I didn't
want to tell him I was their agent or use my real name
just in case he ever wanted to press charges. I may be
there for my clients through thick and thin, but I'm not
stupid. "Sarah went to go get some washcloths, she will
be back in a second. Freddie, did you find that key?"
"Yeah, here it is," Freddie said, bringing it to me.
"Ok Randy, I'm going to unlock these cuffs and pull them
off. Just sit still and don't try to run and I'll have
you home before the sun goes down, alright?" I said,
trying to sound reassuring. He nodded slowly.
With a metallic click, I unlocked the cuffs and pulled
them from his sweaty wrists, where they had left a little
bit of a reddish rub from being too tight on his hands.
Taking him by the hand, I helped Randy stand up slowly.
He was a little shaky on his feet but after a moment or
two he seemed to have his balance.
He was nearly as tall as I and just about as built
physically as any man I had seen. I was surprised that
they had managed to drag him all the way downstairs but I
guess when the adrenaline had been pumping something like
that was minor.
Sarah returned downstairs, an arm load full of clothes
and a bucket with about four damp clothes. I took them
from her and set them on the ground between Randy and I.
Reaching down, I pulled out a wash cloth.
"Here, wipe the blood off your face and get yourself
cleaned up a little," I said to him. He took the cloth
from me but hesitated for a moment.
"Wait...this blood is evidence. I don't want to get rid
of it if I press charges," Randy said, holding the cloth
in his hand as it dripped water droplets slowly to the
floor.
I smiled a tight lipped "I mean business" smile at him.
"Randy, clean yourself off and trust me, there will be no
need to press charges. I'm going to make everything
alright for all of us without getting the police
involved," He seemed to hesitate for another moment but
then obliged my request, running the wash cloth over his
mouth and cheek gently, clearing away the blood and sweat
from his upper body.
When he was finished I said "There. Doesn't that feel
better? Now, here is some of Freddie's clothes. Go ahead
and put them on if they fit they are yours to keep. We
will turn our heads while you change,"
Surprisingly though, Randy just yanked off his loin cloth
and stood there naked before us, modesty not one of his
big fears as he took the clothes from the pile one by one
and got dressed. Cleaned up, he looked like any regular
guy, minus of course the bruise on his cheek.
"Now that you are dressed, let's sit down and talk a
deal," I said, motioning towards the bed. I sat down on
the edge of it and he did the same, facing me as I spoke.
Sarah and Freddie lingered away from us, trying to stay
as neutral as they could. I reached into my pocket and
pulled out my wallet, removing a gold credit card from
it's sleeve.
"Do you know what this is? It's a credit card. More
importantly, it's a credit card with a $2 million limit
on it. I've never used it as it is a company card but
take it, it's yours. Feel free to max it out if you want,
buy whatever you want with it," I said, handing it to
him. It occurred to me that he would now know the name of
my company but I couldn't really think of a way to avoid
showing it.
Randy sat silent as I continued. "Freddie, what kind of
car do you drive?" I asked.
"Dodge Viper, 2001 model," he said.
"Give me your keys," I replied. Freddie reached into his
pocket and pulled out his keys, tossing them to me from
across the room.
"This car is yours now too. In exchange for all this,
last night never happened. You never came here and never
saw anything. If anyone asks, you got in a fight with
someone at a bar. If you keep up your end of the bargain,
that credit card will stay active for as long as it takes
for you to max it out and the car will be transferred to
your name. If you don't however, I will call the cops on
you and have you arrested for solicitation, not to
mention have the car and it's plates reported stolen," I
said.
"So you're paying me off in exchange for keeping quiet?"
Randy said finally. I couldn't tell if he was having a
moral dilemma or just getting his facts straight. Judging
by the way he gripped the card and keys, it had to have
been the latter.
"Pay off is such a harsh phrase," I said. "Let's just
call it a gift from two of your Hollywood friends. So, do
we have a deal?"
Randy seemed to consider this for a second, staring down
at his lap while he thought. "Yeah, I suppose so. I know
that Freddie didn't mean for this to happen, nor did
Sarah, so if it's just an accident than no harm no foul I
suppose," he said.
"That's the kind of talk I like to hear," I said,
extending my hand for a handshake. He returned it, his
shake surprisingly firm for someone who had been through
such a rough time. "Good. Great. Everyone is happy. Now,
I know that traffic is going to be getting tough out
there real soon. Freddie, why don't you walk our friend
Randy out won't you?"
Freddie nodded and headed for the stairs, Randy following
right behind. Sarah seemed to linger in the door way for
a moment and then followed behind them. Not wanting to be
left in the room alone, I came with them as well.
We all watched as Freddie climbed into the car, a jet
black beautiful machine that seemed to purr like a kitten
when he started the engine. Watching him go until he was
just a speck on the Pacific Coast Highway, the three of
us stood awkwardly on the front step.
"I guess I'll go clean up my mess," Freddie said, his
voice showing exhaustion but also signs of relief that
the problem was solved.
That left Sarah and I on the doorstep alone. We stood in
silence for a few moments, watching the waves crash onto
the rocks a hundred feet below us.
"You know, you really didn't have to do that for us
Dean," Sarah said finally. The ocean breeze whipped
around the two of us, the salty air making you squint and
your hair flying in undetermined directions.
"Actually Sarah, I did. It's my job. Remind me to tell
Freddie that I will buy him a new car when I get back to
the city," I said. We stood side by side, staring off
into the distance.
"What about the money? $2 million is a hell of a lot for
something like this," Sarah said.
"Well, if it costs me two million to get you and Freddie
$15 million per picture later down the road, then so be
it. Besides, I can write it off as a tax deduction.
Business expense, you know," I replied. The money really
wasn't a concern. In an average year we made roughly $70
million from new contracts and agreements with studios
for talent, so if I had to take a little slap on the
wrist to keep everyone happy in Hollywood land, so be it.
"That's true, I hadn't thought about that. You know, not
many agents would have done that. Not many PEOPLE would
have helped us out like you did. That was a pretty stand
up thing to do but you didn't think twice about it,"
Sarah said. I noticed she had moved closer to me now, the
warmth of her petite body pressing against my hip. Her
head only came up the middle of my chest, despite the
fact that she appeared much taller on film.
"Come on, let me get you a drink. It's the least I can
do," Sarah said, leading me inside. I followed her and
soon we were standing at the wet bar they had built into
their "entertaining room". Sarah played bartender behind
the counter for us both while I sat on a very expensive
looking gold barstool, thinking about the stuff that
Allison had said.
Sarah poured me a drink, bringing me back to reality. "I
want to apologize for all those messages I left on your
machine yesterday. I was just freaking out and when you
weren't calling me back my mind got more and more
frantic," she said. Taking a sip from her wine glass, I
slowly drank my drink - scotch over ice - and listened to
Sarah talk.
"You know, at first I thought that this whole fake
engagement thing would be easy. Freddie and I were such
good friends, I didn't think of how anything could
possibly go wrong. I mean, last night was rough for sure
but in the grand scheme of things it probably won't
matter if we can keep this marriage thing going for a
while. But now that we have officially been together for
so long, I'm realizing that I got the short end of the
stick here. Freddie can have all the boyfriends he wants
to because no one knows about it. But if I try to get a
man, or even try to go out on a date, the press will be
all over me. You know how long it's been since I've been
with a man Dean?" Sarah said, holding the almost empty
wine glass nonchalantly in her hand.
I shook my head no, chewing on a piece of ice.
"Two years. Two long years. I mean, masturbation is great
and all but sometimes I need the real thing. And I just
don't know what to do, who to talk to who knows about our
little arrangement and wouldn't tell a soul, but who
would be interested in scratching my itch for me," Sarah
said. Her face was close to mine now, her blond hair and
delicate features looking sexy and mysterious in the dull
light of the room. Sarah had a natural beauty, a natural
smile, that make up only brought out further. Thinking of
this made me think suddenly of Natalie Portman, my
current girlfriend, who also shared this quality with
Sarah. I realized that I shouldn't let this go the
direction Sarah was taking it.
"Sarah, I know what you are thinking but I can't. I've
been so unfaithful to Natalie since we started dating
that it's not even funny. I don't think I need to add you
to that list," I said, finishing my drink but trying to
sound as uninterested as possible.
Sarah was a little taken aback by my inadvertent male
bragging, but it didn't seem to stop her in her quest.
"That's the beauty of it though Dean. That's why affairs
can carry on for so long - two people who are in
supposedly monogamous relationships sleep with each other
because their significant others know that they wouldn't
cheat, or think they know. With you, Natalie would never
suspect anything because even she doesn't know about
Freddie and I. And no one in the outside world is going
to know because they ALSO don't know about our little
setup. So don't you see, this would be the perfect
tryst," Sarah said. She had leaned onto the bar across
from me now, her voice coming only in a whisper as she
spoke. I could see the outline of her firm breasts
pressing against the cool wood surface of the bar, the
absolute size of them in her sweater now incredibly
obvious.
I realized that Sarah had a point. I didn't want to cheat
(again) on Natalie if I could help it, but I could think
of no way something like this could go wrong. And I sure
as hell knew that Freddie wouldn't care - he would be too
occupied cleaning up the mess in the lower floor to even
think of coming upstairs and catching us.
"Alright Sarah, but if we do this thing, it has to stay
between you and I. No one else should know, or else this
whole sham marriage will go up in smoke," I said
resignedly. I could feel my cock start to grow in my
pants as the most primordial part of my mind realized
that I would soon be fucking the gorgeous woman not two
feet away from me.
I took her by the hand and led her back upstairs. We made
our way down the hall to Sarah's bedroom and happened to
bump into Freddie on the way in, his hands full of soiled
clothes.
"Dean and I are going to fuck now Freddie so leave us
alone for a while ok?" Sarah said casually as we passed.
It occurred to me then how bizarre this encounter truly
seemed.
"Ok, you two have fun. Go get her Dean, I hear she's
pretty wild," Freddie called to us with a grin as he
walked by. I shook my head at the absurdity of the
situation and continued on into Sarah's room.
Very neatly decorated, the room was massive. It was
almost as big as an entire studio apartment out in New
York City and had almost all the things that an apartment
would have - a large space for furniture and a very large
walk in closet, not to mention the sparkling white floor
of the bathroom, complete with a Jacuzzi tub.
Sarah obviously had good taste when it came to decorating
her room, because even the couch on the far wall that
faced her big screen television seemed to match the whole
decorum of the room. Oddly though, in the middle of a
wall Sarah had put a jumbo-sized "Buffy: The Vampire
Slayer" poster featuring an almost life size version of
herself holding a stake and staring menacingly into the
camera.
I walked over to the poster. "Doesn't having something
like this up creep you out a little?" I asked, running my
hand lazily over the smooth paper of the poster.
"Na. I put it up one day as a joke after I got the part,
but it's just sort of stayed there and with me. Whenever
I feel low or upset about something going on in my
career, I look at the poster and remember where I started
and I suddenly don't feel so bad. It's narcissistic I
know but it's like a good luck charm," Sarah said. She
had walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my
waist, the hot breath of her mouth near my ear as she
spoke. "Besides, why would you want a paper Buffy when
you've got the three-dimensional one right here?" she
said seductively.
I turned around to face her. She had slipped off her
jeans already and stood in only her oversized sweatshirt
and a very tiny pair of pink panties that barely covered
her pussy that showed the faint outline of her sex.
I leaned down and kissed her, resigning myself to my
infidelity for the time being and letting my body take
over. It didn't take long. Sarah returned the kiss
eagerly and I saw that she really was as sex starved as
she had said, her tongue and lips pressed against my own
tightly as she explored the depths of my mouth. I could
only respond back by doing the same and we held the
embrace for a while. The scent of her freshly washed hair
and the musk from the growing wetness between her legs
filled my nostrils as I became intoxicated simply by
holding her near to me.
When we finally broke the kiss, Sarah was panting a
little and her face was flushed, the excitement taking
control over her. I wanted to make sure she was good and
ready, but also to tease her a little longer and make
this last longer, so I led her over to the bed and laid
her down. Sarah was almost shaking in excitement as I
spread her legs open gently and reached up, pulling down
her panties very slowly. Sarah lifted her ass for me to
let them slide down her legs, where I let them fall at
the foot of the bed.
I pushed her sweater up a little and began to plant tiny
little kisses on her tummy from her navel on down, making
sure to leave just a soft enough kiss to make her want
more. As I moved to her thighs, I began kissing her
quicker, moving from thigh to thigh in a rapid pace, the
hair on the top of my head brushing against her moist
cunt, causing her to gasp sharply when I happened to come
close to her love tunnel. Finally, after making my way up
the inside of her thighs, my mouth hovered over the top
of her pussy. Sarah had lifted her head now and was
watching my every move, her chest heaving up and down as
she waited for that one excruciatingly incredible moment
when I would lay touch to her tender love spot.
Without further hesitation, I placed my entire mouth over
the top of her pussy and unleashed my tongue deep into
her, probing her inner sweet depths as much as far as I
could get my tongue up into. Sarah went absolutely wild,
her hips bucking up so sharply so as to almost fling me
from the bed. I grasped tightly onto her thighs and held
her down like she was a wild mare, struggling to get
free. My tongue meanwhile continued it's relentless quest
to please and satisfy her, lapping at and around her tiny
little clit. Sarah's pussy was very small, much like the
rest of her body and it was difficult for me to get my
tongue inside of her too far without opening her up any
further.
To solve that problem, I wetted one of my fingers and
slowly worked it into her cunt as my tongue continued to
lick. I pushed deep within her, the tip of my finger
pushing aside pussy flesh as I worked in and out of
Sarah's sweet as honey pussy. Sarah gasped loudly as my
finger invaded her, clenching her inner muscles tight
against it in an effort to keep it inside of her. I
wouldn't let this happen though, and teased her as I
moved in and out, tickling her clit lightly as I kept up
a steady pace within her pussy.
Sarah's writhing was almost uncontrollable now, as she
rolled from side to side on her hips. I knew that she was
close - very close - to an orgasm and decided to bring it
on home for her. Pushing two fingers slowly into her now
(I didn't even need to wet them, Sarah's over excited
juices had gushed out so much that the bed had a growing
wet spot beneath her legs. Inserting the second finger
into her, I began to time my hand thrusts with what my
tongue was doing in terms of pace.
While my tongue was busy lapping at her clit like a
dehydrated dog, my fingers were buried deep inside of her
snatch. In and out, in and out, I made sure that my
fingers were only thrust into her deeply on the very
moment that my tongue made contact with Sarah's clit. For
her this must have felt incredible, having her clit
teased almost to a maddening point while two fingers
thrust in and out - it was the best of both worlds.
Naturally, after only about a minute of this, Sarah cried
out loudly and came. Her orgasm was incredibly intense,
her eyes shut tightly as her entire body seemed to shake
like she had been shocked, then go limp almost
completely, the only movement coming from her being her
heaving chest, with her aroused nipples pressing tightly
against the sweater she wore.
Satisfied I had done my job to the best possible extent,
I pulled my fingers from her and licked them off slowly,
savoring the indescribably great taste of her love
juices. I climbed up on the bed towards Sarah, laying
against her on my side as she caught her breath, her eyes
still shut and her blond hair strewn all around the top
of her head.
"How was that?" I asked with a grin, knowing EXACTLY how
"that" was.
Sarah didn't respond. She simply opened her eyes and
smiled then quickly lunged at me, her lips pressing
against mine as she threw her arms around my back and
pulled me to her, rolling me over so that she landed on
top of me. She kissed me passionately with her tongue,
stopping to lick her own juices from outside my mouth as
the kiss finally broke.
"That had to have been the greatest orgasm of my life,"
Sarah said. "I can't even think of how I'll be able to
repay you,"
"Oh, I'm sure you can try," I said smiling "Give it your
best shot,"
Sarah looked at me and smiled wildly, her cute dimples a
sharp contrast to the pure lust and animal hunger in her
eyes. She pushed me towards the edge of the bed,
motioning for me to stand up. I obliged her wishes and
stood by the bed, my hands on my hips as I watched her
crawl onto her knees before me, the white sheet wrapped
around the bottom half of her body as she began to
unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants.
My hard cock sprang free, catching Sarah a little by
surprise. She wasted no time though taking it into her
hand and stroking it lovingly, like a child who had found
her favorite toy. I unbuttoned my shirt and now stood
naked in front of her, awaiting to see if her mouth was
as good as I hoped it was. Sarah had leaned down, just
about to take my prick into her mouth when I stopped her.
"Why don't you take off that frumpy sweater? It's kind of
a turn off," I said to her, stroking the side of her face
as she sat with her mouth just a few mere inches from my
dick. Sarah looked up at me and nodded, scooting back on
the bed just enough to reach down and yank off the
garment, dropping it on the floor beside the bed.
Naturally you can understand that seeing her breasts for
the first time, something that millions of men (and I'm
sure a few women) would have killed to even have a
picture of, right in front of me was almost breathtaking.
I had heard rumors and seen things saying her beautiful
they were but it's difficult to even describe them here
in this entry. A very large C-cup (at least), they hung
with the utmost natural hang from her small frame, her
brown nipples fully aroused and poking out from her chest
like tiny erasers. They were without flaw or blemish, and
without a doubt one of the nicest pair of breasts I had
ever seen.
Sarah caught me staring at them and her face turned a
little red after catching my gaze - she was modest about
them! But I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable so I
returned my attention to her face and stroked her cheek
lovingly as she leaned forward towards my prick. Her lips
parted slightly as the tip of my cock passed through
them, into the warm and waiting wetness of her mouth.
Inch by inch, more and more of my shaft disappeared into
her mouth until I felt the head brush against the back of
her throat.
Sarah gagged a little - she was more rusty than she
probably thought - but after regaining her composure let
it slip down deeper into her mouth. Sarah's nose was now
pressed against my stomach, her breath hot against my
skin. Slowly moving her mouth away from me, letting my
cock fall out of her mouth like a lazy snake, she licked
and sucked the entire way. As it came out of her mouth
completely, the tip bumping against her chin as it fell,
almost soaking wet, from her tiny little mouth, Sarah
paused for a moment. Looking up at me again, she said
"Sorry, just had to get the hang of this again,"
Taking my dick back into her hand, Sarah jerked it slowly
as she moved her head to the side of it again, licking it
like it was an ice cream cone. Her tongue explored the
length of my entire nine inches, rubbing from the
underside to the top and making sure to tease and
satisfy every last nerve ending. Sarah seemed satisfied
to sit there all day doing this, again like a little girl
enjoying a lollipop, but I wanted something more
satisfying.
Putting my head on the back of her head, I gently pushed
her mouth back onto me, moving her up and down along my
cock with her mouth as she sucked harder the more she
took in. She responded well to this, enjoying the
submissive style roll as I turned her mouth into my sex
toy. Make no mistake, I wasn't forcing her to do anything
- she just simply enjoyed me being the toolmaker and her
mouth the tool.
When we settled into this rhythm, things became much more
exciting for both of us. Sarah had moved onto her hands
and knees, her head still bobbing back and forth up and
down my cock as she sucked me off, her breasts swaying
enchantingly beneath her. Sarah bore virtually no tan
lines and her bronze body and golden blond hair made her
appear to be like an angelic goddess, sent from another
world.
Sarah seemed to enjoy the sex-object role she was
playing, being totally submissive to my every guiding
move. In fact, she seemed to be enthusiastic, trying her
hardest to please me. I had always heard how this sort of
thing could be a turn on, having a beautiful and willing
sex slave at your every whim and beckon, but I now I knew
that all those people were right. Just the mental thrill,
that slight sense of power over another person, was
incredibly erotic. As Sarah sucked on me, the obscene
noise of it filling the room as her mouth slurped up and
down on my shaft, I felt an orgasm building inside that I
knew promised to be incredibly intense.
Feeling the cum start to surge through my balls and about
to erupt, I yanked my cock from Sarah's mouth just in
time to shoot my load all over her face and waiting
mouth. At first it had caught her off guard as I shot
stream after stream onto her mouth, nose and even parts
of her forehead, but her look of surprise changed to one
of delight as she stuck her tongue out wide, hoping to
catch as much of my spunk as she could inside her mouth.
And there was a lot of it for her to have - I was even
surprised as I continued to shoot more and more onto her,
a few shots spraying her neck and trickling down onto her
gorgeous breasts as the cum left sticky tracks over her
nipples. I had to catch my breath as the orgasm finally
subsided and looked down to find Sarah to be a completely
sticky mess, almost her complete face coated in my sticky
juice.
Sarah stuck her tongue from her mouth and licked all
around her lips, taking a big gob into her mouth. "Yum. I
think that we could call it even now, what do you say?"
"Nope, I think I'm still ahead. I'm going to have to do
something to catch you up, since we are keeping track of
all this stuff you know," I said with a grin. Sarah wiped
her face mostly clean of the cum streaks, leaving the
remainder on her chest for it to drip off her perfectly
formed body and returned to her hands and knees kneeling
position.
My cock was still incredibly hard and despite the orgasm
I just had, showed no signs of softening up any time
soon. I wasted no time sliding the head of my dick
quickly into Sarah's pussy, opening her up wide as my
shaft entered her. Her two years without a man had made
her pussy incredibly tight, almost giving it a virginal
feel. Sarah breathed a heavy sigh of contentment, happy I
suppose to have a dick back in her. Whatever the case
was, we both were enjoying ourselves greatly. I took hold
of her hips and began to fuck her doggy style, her cute
ass bumping against my stomach as I leaned hunched over
her, sliding my prick in and out at a good pace. Sarah
threw her head back over her shoulder to watch me fuck
her, her eyes never leaving the hypnotic motion of our
hips bumping into one another.
"Oh God!" she moaned. "I had forgotten how great this
feels!"
I said nothing, continuing to fuck her harder and harder.
Sarah responded with great gusto, egging me on by
tightening her inner pussy muscles and thrusting her ass
hard back against my strokes in and out of her. I reached
my hand under her smooth, flat stomach and took hold of
one of her breasts, kneading it in my hand like a soft,
heavenly ball of dough. Holding her hip tightly now with
one hand, our force seemed to be reaching it's peak. The
bed rocked violently on it's slats now, shaking back and
forth from our motion. We were oblivious to this of
course, especially Sarah, lost in some pleasure world as
we continued to make love.
Then without warning, I felt Sarah's body begin to tense
up and shake slightly under me. She let out a loud cry of
"AHHHHHHH!!!" and then her arms gave way, sending her
face first into the bed, her pussy spasming
uncontrollably from such an intense orgasm. The time off
from sex must have had a far stronger impact on her than
she thought, I thought to myself. Sarah lay heaving on
the bed, her tits crushed against the sheet, her mouth
frozen in an indefinable shriek of pleasure and her ass
still thrust into the air, where I was busy sawing in and
out of her tight little pussy.
I climbed further up the bed and positioned myself so
that I could push into her with an even greater stamina,
making sure to leverage myself perfectly so that I could
still rub against her swollen and aroused clit with my
strokes. This shift in position caused Sarah to come once
again, albeit a smaller orgasm, as I felt her juices once
again come sopping out onto my cock.
Sarah lay almost motionless now, too tired to keep up the
pace but not wanting such hot sex to end. I felt the same
way, but after about ten minutes of going at it like
this, the tightness of her cunt was just too much and I
felt my second orgasm of the afternoon come rushing out,
shooting streak after streak of white hot cum against the
inner walls of Sarah's cervix and womb. She could only
cry out hoarsely as I came, her own orgasm and pussy
spasms finally subsiding.
I made sure I was done cumming and finally let my dick
slip from inside of her as I collapsed onto the bed next
to her. Sarah didn't say a word, simply rolled over next
to me, her arm draped across my chest and fell into a
deep and exhausted sleep. I thought to myself that I
should probably go, but then I felt a wave of tiredness
over take me as well and I slipped into my own state of
blissful unconsciousness.
I awoke a few hours later, able to tell I had been asleep
that long by the quickly arriving dusk that descended
over the horizon of the water out the window beside us.
Sarah still slept, her whole body now laying against my
own, her freshly fucked pussy pressed against the side of
my leg as she laid her left leg over my own right.
Careful not to wake her, I slid off the other side of the
bed and covered Sarah up with the as much of the sheet
that wasn't cum stained that I could. Dressing, I slipped
quietly out the bedroom door.
To my surprise, the house was empty. Sarah's car, a cute
little sports thing that I had seen when I first arrived
was gone, my guess being Freddie had taken it to go run
some errands or something. I only hoped that he wasn't
out causing more trouble - then again if he was, I'd get
a chance to fuck Sarah again I thought to myself with a
smile. I rummaged through the fridge quietly, taking out
a bottle of water and was about to go when Sarah appeared
in the hall door way.
She looked sleepy and tired, the only thing she was
wearing being the sweatshirt over her chest, going
completely bottomless otherwise. Her hair looked frazzled
and probably needed some washing to get the cum out of,
but still amazingly she managed to look rather sexy
standing like that.
"You're going?" Sarah asked. I couldn't tell from her
voice if she wanted me to stay or was just asking the
fact casually, like one might ask "Is it raining
outside?"
"Yeah, I need to. I have to get back to the office and
get some shit done," I said, opening the water to take a
sip. It was cold and tasted great as I felt the coolness
of it trickle down my throat.
"I understand. You have to be out there fighting off
those nasty studio heads and all," Sarah said, walking
towards me. "But hey, just remember," she said, standing
on her tip toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. "If you
ever want any more of this," she continued, pulling my
hand down to her fiery hot snatch. "You know where to
come,"
I gave her a kiss goodbye on the cheek as well and told
her that I would keep that in mind. She watched me exit
the front door into the growing darkness. I walked to my
car and thought about how wild the last forty-eight hours
had been: I'd fucked one of the hottest stars in the
world in Jennifer Lopez, ran half naked through an arena
after her husband saw us, only to get out alive and find
out I had a twin sister. To make things even MORE
interesting, I paid off a gay male hooker with two
million dollars not to tell that he had been bitch
slapped around AND managed to bang Buffy Summers not even
an hour later.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself and wonder how wild
life was, what it had in store for me in the next few
weeks. How foolish I was, looking back on it now, to
wonder about the future but to not worry about the past.
For if I had been paying attention on the way to my car,
I surely would have seen the person standing behind a
palm tree in Sarah's yard, silently clicking away photos
that tracked my every move. How much simpler life would
be if I had only looked that way - but I can't regret
things now, not yet. For that part of the story has not
been told...
CHAPTER 24: Julia Stiles
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