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Story title : Journal of an Agent: Julia Stiles
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 24 - Julia Stiles
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
One of the celebrities I'm most proud of at the agency is
Julia Stiles. Not only was she a fairly esteemed actress
for her generation but I had taken a special liking to
her. You see, when her career began to take off was right
around the time I took over my father's firm. I felt like
a proud parent when she had risen to become a pretty well
known actress. When her breakout hit "Save The Last
Dance" had burst onto the scene, I knew that she had
finally made it, that even though she wasn't the most
drop dead gorgeous actress on the planet, she still had
what it took to be a box office draw. And in this
business, that's all that matters.
Which is why, to celebrate a year of success (okay, so
it's a few weeks into the New Year...what can I say, I
had a scheduling conflict!), I gladly accepted an
invitation from Julia to go dancing at a hot new club
that had opened on the outskirts of town.
"You sure you're up for clubbing Dean? You are getting
kind of old?" Julia said into the phone with a laugh.
"I can hold my own. Just try not to blow me away with all
those dance moves you learned on set, alright?" I said
back, reclining in my chair. The year had started off
slow for me and the business, as many studios sat back
and scratched their heads as to how a movie like "Lord of
the Rings" could make so much money. I had already heard
rumblings of other literary adaptations being planned,
things on the same scale as Tolkein's three books. And if
I had my way, if the rumors of big budget flicks being
planned by all the studios were true, then I'd be more
than happy to worm any number of the agency's stars into
them, including Julia.
"Alright, well I'll meet you out front of your office at
8 then?" Julia said. I agreed and hung up the phone.
Walking over to my floor length mirror, I checked out my
physique. Na, I thought to myself, you're never too old
for a little dancing.
Julia was promptly outside my of office at 8, just like
she said she would be. She pulled up in a surprisingly
modest Volkswagen Jetta, a rich blue color that seemed to
be cast from the shades of a bright winter sky. I climbed
into her car, greeted by the thudding bass of a techno
CD. Julia was certainly ready for clubbing. She wore her
long, curly blond hair down around her shoulders, the
back of it touching her very short white midriff shirt,
emblazoned with a bright red heart over her round and
jutting breasts. She wore a micro black leather skirt
that just barely reached mid-calf on her legs. I knew
that I was going to be in for an experience tonight as I
buckled in and we headed off.
"So, where are we going? You didn't tell me the name of
the club when you called," I asked. Julia just grinned.
"You'll see. It's not anything like what you would
expect,"
We drove for the next thirty minutes along the PCH,
heading upstate. I passed the time by watching the surf
break over the rocks outside in the starless moonlight,
but couldn't help but let my gaze wander to Julia's
bronzed, smooth legs, especially while trying to carry on
a conversation with her.
I was a little surprised to say the least when Julia
pulled the car over suddenly, easing onto the shoulder of
the road a little ways off the main highway. A pickup
truck buzzed past us as Julia turned the car off.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Something about this place
seemed too secluded. My fears were eased though by a
quick smile from Julia.
"Nothing. We're here. Why do you think I stopped the
car?" she said a little sarcastically. She opened her
door and started walking down the side of the road,
heading off around a corner that wasn't but thirty yards
in front of us. I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and
followed her, catching up just in time to round the
corner myself. She had been right - we were here. As soon
as I stepped around the corner, it was like entering a
totally different world. Only a few feet off of the main
road was a brightly lit building that looked like an old
warehouse. I could see people mingling around outside and
could hear the dull thudding of the bass from inside the
club. The windows flashed and danced with brightly
colored, shifting lights.
We made our way to the entrance, the guys standing around
outside waiting to get in stepping out of our way so that
we could get to the door. This seemed odd, but then again
I was starting to get a little bit of an odd feeling
about the place in general. Julia for her part though,
seemed to know what she was doing and where she was
going. I knew this wasn't the first time she had been
here. Julia left my side for a moment and bounced up,
whispering something to the bouncer and then planting a
quick kiss on his cheek. The guy, who looked like he
could break my 6'5, 250 pound frame in half, smiled and
lifted back the curtain at the entrance for Julia and I
to go in. Taking my hand, we walked inside.
The music was almost deafening now and it was almost
impossible to see where we were going, sweaty bodies
writhing and dancing around everywhere. I had been to my
fair share of clubs when I was back in college, but this
was an incredibly intense and jam packed club that seemed
to move and dance a completely different way than any
club I had ever been to. We headed straight for the bar
first, again having people part out of the way for us. I
decided to ask Julia about this as soon as I got a
moment. We sat at the bar and the bartender came over,
asking us what we wanted to drink, Julia apparently a
regular there enough to warrant the bartenders attention.
He came back with a Sex on the Beach for Julia and, as
usual, a scotch on the rocks for me.
Julia and I were packed tightly on our stools, the people
dancing behind us. I looked around behind me, studying
the crowd to try and figure out what seemed so odd about
the place. Then it suddenly hit me - it was a gay bar.
Besides Julia, there was probably not another woman in
the entire club. Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing
against gays - there are plenty in Hollywood that I deal
with almost regularly. It was just, needless to say, a
little odd being probably the only straight guy in the
place.
"Uh, Julia...this is a...," I said to her, having to
almost shout in her ear over the noise.
"A gay bar? Gee, whatever gave that away? Maybe the half
naked guys?" she said with a laugh. "Yes, that's what it
is alright. Why, do you have a problem?"
"No, not at all," I said, suddenly feeling very
uncomfortable sitting there. "It's just...well, why did
we come here?"
"I uh," Julia said, suddenly becoming embarrassed. "Oh
God! I'm soooo sorry! I thought you were..."
"Thought that I was what?" I said puzzled. Then it hit
me. "You thought I was GAY?"
"Well, you are a better listener to women than any
straight guy I've ever met. And you seem to have a pretty
good fashion sense so I just sort of thought...oh my God,
I'm so sorry!" she said, her face turning bright crimson
red. She stared down at the bar at her drink.
I couldn't help but laugh though, just thinking about the
situation. Julia must have been incredibly embarrassed,
and perhaps what she said was true about listening and
the clothes. But the thought of me being gay was bizarre
enough to really make me laugh.
Julia was becoming slightly angry though. "You know,
laughing at me doesn't make things any better," she said
with a little bit of a temper. "Geez, you think you can
judge a person and look where it gets you,"
I took a sip of my drink. "Julia, if you only knew how
wrong you were about me, you'd be just as embarrassed," I
said. "The better question though is, how did you even
find this place?"
She seemed a little bit more at ease now, though she
still shook her head in amazement. She turned her head to
face me, her blond hair falling to the side of her face
in an elegant arch. "I found this place with my
girlfriends about three months ago. We were driving along
on the way back from a party and saw how hopping this
place was and just decided to stop. We were surprised
when we walked in, but we actually had a lot of fun. You
have no idea how nice it is to go clubbing and not have
guys staring at you all night," she said.
"Wouldn't they still be staring at you though, since, you
know, you are the only one in here with breasts?" I said
with a chuckle. It got a big smile out of Julia.
"No, sometimes there are other girls here, but the guys
don't seem to mind. They are here for each other, not for
me. It's nice too - the total anonymity here, other than
the occasional fan coming up gushing about 'Save the Last
Dance'," Julia said, finishing her drink and ordering
another.
"Yeah, I suppose it would be. No one would think to look
for you here," I said.
We sat next to each other for a few minutes, simply
drinking our drinks and listening to the DJ coming from
what sounded like the corner of the place.
Still thinking about the humor in the situation, I didn't
notice the guy slide up next to me at the bar until he
had turned to talk to me.
"Hey there handsome. Care to dance?" the man said. He
looked to be about my age or so, somewhere in his mid
20s. He had the chiseled chin of a character actor and
very dark eyes that seemed a little supernatural in the
light of the club.
"I umm...well, you see the thing is, I," I stuttered,
trying to say something that wasn't TOO rude.
"What, you don't dance? Then let me buy you a drink" he
said, putting his hand on my wrist. Things were getting
more uncomfortable by the second.
Before I could reply though, Julia stepped in and killed
the awkward moment by brushing the man's hand off me and
yanking me from the stool.
"The thing is, he's taken. Sorry," she said, leading me
to the dance floor.
"Fine, have him all you want Ms. Thing. Just don't expect
to get many more like him in THAT outfit!" the guy
called, turning back to the bar as we made our way to the
middle of the dance floor.
The song changed and Julia wasted no time dancing to the
beat. Pulling me close to her, she seemed to move as if
she had no bones in her body, bumping and grinding
against me to the music. For my own part, I danced along
as well, trying to stay close to Julia so that I didn't
have ANOTHER odd meeting with a guy.
Julia pressed her back against my chest and rubbed her
body all the way down until she was moving on the
haunches of her legs, twirling and bumping to the music.
She made her way back up, thrusting her ass against me on
the way up. She leaned her head back against my shoulder
and I took the opportunity to thank her, what with her
head being so close and all.
"Thanks for getting me out of that tight spot," I said to
her. "That was more than a little uncomfortable,"
"Not a problem. It's the least I can do - I was the one
who brought you here, remember?" Julia said, still
dancing all around me, her body pulsating to the rhythm
of the music. She had moved behind me now and I could
feel her chest against my back as she held me while
dancing, having the time of her life.
"Hey, since you are straight and all," Julia said to me
between ragged breaths from the dancing. "I have to tell
you, that guy was right. See, I knew you were handsome
since I first met you, but I figured like most hot guys,
you were gay,"
"Oh, is that right?" I said, now almost having to yell
due to the noise of the people dancing extremely close to
us and the music seeming to bounce off the walls and
straight into my ears.
"Yeah. So I never thought about you sexually or
anything," she said, moving back to the front of me. I
put my hand around her waist as she moved, grinding her
ass back against me, her white shirt becoming damp with
sweat that trickled all over her back and down to her
dress, soaking it a little bit as well. "But since I now
know, I've got a really wicked idea,"
"What's that?" I said, still grasping her by the waist.
Through no actions of my own, I felt a bulge growing in
my pants, simply from the jostling and rubbing Julia was
giving me (it certainly wasn't the atmosphere of the club
- I had never seen so many sculpted and shirtless men,
rubbing and touching and kissing one another on a dance
floor)
Julia stopped dancing and turned around, pressing herself
close to me. "I want to have sex. Right here and right
now,"
"What??" I said, shocked. "Are you crazy? We could get
arrested!"
A wicked little grin crossed Julia's face, a grin that
was also mixed with excitement. "I know!" she said, her
voice bubbling like a little girl who is about to get
what she wants. "That's what's so nasty about it! I've
always had this fantasy of having sex in public and I
can't think of a better place than right here and right
now! There isn't a single person in here who is going to
notice or care,"
I pondered the idea, not exactly hip to the idea of
whipping it out "right here and right now", even if it
was to fuck Julia. I went along with it, trying to
persuade her otherwise. "Well, I didn't see any booths
open back there when we came in. How about we keep
dancing for a bit and go talk about this in a few minutes
when things calm down some?"
"No, no, they won't calm down here till the sun comes up.
Besides, I don't want to go to a booth, I want to do it
RIGHT HERE. On the dance floor. Dancing is so erotic
anyways and I have to tell you that my pussy has been
getting wet just by moving against your crotch. What do
you say?" Julia said, her eyes twinkling with
anticipation.
"I'd love to, but as your agent and thus in charge of
your career, I must advise against it," I said, her body
still pressed close against mine. My hands had somehow
magically found their way to her hips and my fingers were
acting on their own, grabbing and squeezing Julia's ass.
My mind said no but my body said yes.
"I'll take that into consideration," Julia said, suddenly
shoving her hand down the front of my pants and grasping
my dick, which became hard almost instantly.
I groaned to myself as I realized that once again my body
would betray, in this case, all common sense, and let
Julia squeeze my cock to it's full length as I tightened
my grip on her ass.
Julia smiled at the tightening of my hands and leaned up,
kissing me squarely on the lips. Within a second or two,
we were locked in a deep embrace, the noise and setting
of the club seeming to fade around us. I felt Julia's
hand slip off my cock and out to the front of my pants,
where she proceeded to unzip my zipper.
"If we play this just right," she said, pushing her hand
inside once again. "No one will ever be the wiser,"
I let Julia do all the work, mostly because I was
interested to see if she could really pull it off, the
thrill of getting caught exciting me to no end. What
happened next is very difficult to describe - it was
really one of those "you had to be there" moments.
In seemingly one swift motion, Julia managed to thrust
her ass against my now poking out cock, pull up her skirt
and push aside her panties, allowing me to bury all nine
inches of my prick deep in her before I even knew what
hit me. I gasped in surprise, the pleasure of her
tightness around me, the feel of her warm and young body
squeezing me as I parted into her deepest nether regions
a feeling beyond words.
Holding her ass back against me, Julia got more
comfortable, slowly holding my meat deep inside her. Very
steadily though, she began to pull away from me, in
agonizing millimeter by millimeter, her muscles milking
my cock for all it was worth as she began to move herself
on and off of me. Julia's hips never stopped moving to
the beat, and even the most suspicious person watching us
would have thought that she was just grinding herself
against me, as girls in clubs often do.
And yet, our faces in the end would have probably given
us away - Julia's mouth was framed in an expression of
pleasure and excitement, her mouth curling just slightly
at the corners in a smile, and my own face more dripping
with sweat than someone who had been dancing as little as
I had should have been. At that point though, I didn't
care - feeling Julia's cunt around my cock was incredibly
amazing, accentuated even more by the way I had took her
under my wing since I started running the company. At the
time, I hadn't really thought about Julia sexually - she
always seemed like a kid sister or something. And even
though it was wrong to want to sleep with your sister,
the giddy thrill of being deep inside Julia was more
electric than anything I had ever felt.
I suddenly realized that we had been standing in the same
position for what had to have been a minute or so and
that if we didn't start "dancing" again, people might
start looking at us. Now it was my turn to be the one to
shake things up. Just as swiftly as Julia had thrust
herself back onto me, I managed to flip her upside down
in the air (sort of like the moves you see about those
people who swing dance) while somehow managing to keep my
cock buried at least up to the head inside of her.
This took her by surprise to say the least and I was even
amazed at my ability to pull something like that off. A
couple of guys near us stood there a little slack jawed
at the move and I would have, in a normal situation, at
least demonstrated to them how to do it. But since my
dick was almost out in plain view, I instead pulled Julia
close to me in a kiss, impaling her hard on my prick.
She sighed a little as our lips met, her body melting
against mine, surrendering to the passion of the moment.
Very gently and lightly as we continued to kiss, I began
to make small, circular motions inside of her, thrusting
as much as I could without being too obvious.
I could feel Julia's nipples pressing against my chest,
the outline of them very visible and clear to anyone who
might have happened to look. I couldn't resist getting a
glimpse at them myself, so I pulled aside her top in the
front, getting a quick peek. Her nipples were the
lightest shade of pink I could imagine and stuck straight
out from her fistful size breasts like hard little nubs.
There wasn't much to her breasts but as I put my hand
inside her shirt, feeling their heft, they seemed to be
just the right size for complete arousal of just about
any guy.
My motions in her cunt were moving faster now, lifting
Julia off the tips of her feet as I moved inside of her.
She had slipped one of her legs behind my own to get
better leverage, and our bodies locked in a pattern of
ecstasy, the hard shaft of my cock rubbing against her
clit on the down strokes.
Still held inside my jeans, my balls ached for release.
The pressure of containing them inside the fabric of my
pants was intense - as if someone was holding my dick
tightly as I fucked Julia harder and harder, trying on
some animal level to break free of not only the taboo of
sex in public but the urging to fuck Julia harder and
more primally than even my conscious mind could imagine.
So naturally, I was a little upset when I felt Julia slip
herself off of me and leave my rock hard manhood pointing
straight out in front of me in the humid air of the club.
But she was quick to make sure I wasn't too exposed - she
stood to lose more publicly than I did, that's for sure -
and dropped to her knees, taking my dick in her hot, wet
mouth.
I glanced around the club, the obviousness of our act now
all too clear to anyone who could see us. But I was
amazed to see that the club had cleared out and that the
few remaining people on the dance floor were, in one way
or another, going about doing what Julia and I were doing
ourselves. Some couples tried to be anonymous about it,
others just didn't care. It was surreal to see all of
this happening around you, to see so many naked bodies.
And yet, I was possessed now by a sexual craving and the
only thing my rational mind could come up with was "When
in Rome, do as the Romans".
Julia was really going at it on my shaft, slurping and
sucking hotly as she moved her head up and down me. Her
lips were tightened in an "O" shape and the saliva
coating my cock helped it slide in and out of mouth and
to the back of her throat. Julia wasn't the best girl at
giving head that I had encountered, but her gusto and
resolve, not to mention the strangely erotic quality of
her warm saliva and drool coating every centimeter of my
cock, was still incredibly pleasurable.
Slipping a hand up underneath her skirt, Julia used one
hand to grip onto my legs and the other to tease and play
with her clit as she squatted beneath me.
"Let me watch you play with yourself," I whispered to her
in between breaths. I was panting heavily now, the
smokiness of the club and the heat of all the people
dancing was causing sweat to pour down my face and neck.
Julia obliged my request, lifting her skirt aside to give
me a clear view of her hairless pussy. This was quite a
surprise because I never would have figured Julia to be
the type to go to the trouble to rid herself of pubic
hair. Her tiny snatch, stretched a little and red in
color from the fucking we had just done was dampening
with her own juices, the lips slightly spread as she
slipped her finger inside. Her eyes locking with mine,
Julia continued to bob up and down on my cock, sucking
hard as her long blond hair hung down behind her ears.
Julia reached up and undid my pants, letting them slip
down as the pressure on my balls eased. I sighed in
relief as I felt Julia's hand reach out and grab my nuts,
fondling them around in her hand slowly, occasionally
giving a little tug.
Her head began to bob faster now, as did her hand in
sliding in and out of her pussy and I guessed Julia was
just about to cum. She tightened her grip on my leg,
squeezing hard, as her body shivered in bliss upon
reaching her climax. Moaning onto my cock, I almost blew
my load from the way Julia was practically screaming on
my dick, and I narrowly avoided the situation by grabbing
hold of Julia's head and tugging on her hair tightly,
pushing her nose straight into my stomach to allow my
cock to slide completely down her throat.
This caused Julia to lose her balance on her already
shaky (from the orgasm) knees and she toppled forward,
landing on the dance floor in front of me. A couple of
guys stopped to look but then resumed what they were
doing. I bent down to help Julia up, but instead she
rocked back onto her ass, only to land on her back again
purposely, her legs spread now as she lay on the dance
floor.
My pants around my ankles, I didn't hesitate to
practically leap on top of her, managing to impale her on
my shaft in practically one thrust. Julia and I were
beyond the point of caring about who saw us now or what
would happen - the air of sex that seemed to rise from
every nook and cranny of the club was overpowering us and
our sexual energies. Julia had parted her pussy lips with
two fingers when I had entered her, raising her ass from
the ground to meet my thrust.
Having better access to her full body now, I felt myself
bottom out deep inside of her hot, steamy cunt. The feel
of my pubic hair across her shaved snatch was unique,
almost as if I was making love to something heavenly and
sweet, almost angelic in it's texture and feel. I ground
myself into her, my rod moving like a hot piece of steel
in and out of her deep and inviting tunnel, trying to
push her through the wooden planks of the dance floor.
Julia had reached her arms around my back now and was
grabbing onto me tightly. I could feel her nails scraping
against my back through my shirt, feel them raking into
and across my skin.
I felt my orgasm approaching and glanced down at Julia.
Her mouth was tightly closed, her face flushed and damp
with perspiration as she looked into my eyes.
"I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?" I asked. I don't
know why I bothered this one time, after having shot my
load into so many starlets in the past. It turned out not
to matter
"In me. I want to feel you shoot in me. I'm on the pill,
so don't worry," Julia whispered, pushing her mouth up to
kiss me. I did remember - I was the one who suggested
that she go on it, after she had a close call scare with
some anonymous guy she had fucked after a night long
rave.
My cockhead expanded and I released my spunk deep inside
of her pussy, the walls of it seeming to thirst for the
seed, wanting and urging me to coat her inner softness
with it. I felt the head of my prick bump against her
cervix as the final spurt came shooting out like a
cannon.
I gasped loudly as I lifted myself off of Julia, our
clothes a sweaty and tangled mess now. Standing up, I
zipped myself up and lifted Julia to her feet, her hair
looking completely disheveled, but also incredibly
satisfied.
"Well, that was fun," I said to Julia, putting my hand
around her shoulder as we walked off the dance floor.
There were still guys mingling around but it was obvious
that the party was elsewhere now. One of the guys
however, called out to us as we were leaving "Hey
girlfriend, you forgot something!"
We both turned around to look and sure enough, Julia's
purse and her left shoe were scattered across the middle
of the floor. Luckily for us, no one had gone through the
purse to identify who she was.
"Thanks," she said, waving to the man.
"No sister, you forgot something else!" he said to her.
Julia looked puzzled. He pointed down at her legs and
Julia looked - running down the back of her knee was a
small stream of cum (mine or hers, it was tough to tell).
Julia scooped it up and licked it off her finger.
"Oh, that. Heh, thanks," she said sheepishly as we made
it out to the parking lot.
The cool winter air of the Pacific coast was crisp and
just brisk enough to have a little bite as we climbed
into Julia's car, back to my office. The ride was more
silent now, although we both felt surprisingly more at
ease and comfortable around each other. I placed my hand
on Julia's leg almost the entire way there, knowing that
even if the sex never happened again, at least we had
grown to be good friends.
When we got back to my office, the parking lot long since
deserted save my car, I stepped out and leaned down to
the passenger window to talk to Julia. She rolled it down
and was happy to oblige.
"You know, I still can't believe I thought you were gay,"
she said with a chuckle.
"Well, I hope you know now that I'm not," I said with a
grin.
"Listen Dean, I hope this doesn't come out sounding the
wrong way and all, but I don't think I want to make this
a serious thing," Julia said, her face becoming more
stoic now. The thought of it being more serious had never
crossed my mind through out the whole evening, but I
figured Julia was just trying to set some ground rules.
"I don't either. I'm already involved with someone any
ways," I said. Julia's face turned into a scowl, upset at
being the mistress instead of the (possible) girlfriend.
"No, don't worry. She's on the East Coast and we agreed
to see other people when we aren't together," I said to
her, which allowed her face to loosen a little.
"Ok. I just didn't want you to think I was into anything
serious right now in my life. I want to go out and party,
have fun. You know, the usual kid stuff. But I have to
say, you were one hell of a fuck," she said, the grin
returning to her face.
"Thank you, thank you. I do what I can," I said, tapping
on the window base as I walked off to my car. Julia
rolled up the window and I waved to her as she drove off.
She had flicked her music back on and I'm sure that
anyone out at this hour (4:07 by my watch) would be sure
to hear her coming.
Heading back to my car, I walked across the gravel of the
parking lot towards it, clicking the security system
button to unlock it. Somehow though, and I was never able
to remember if it was through a rustling or something I
saw or what, I noticed that I wasn't alone in the parking
lot. Off to the side, in a small patch of woods as I
walked to the car, opening the door and getting in, there
was definite movement from the branches and leaves.
Not wanting to draw any suspicion, I started the car as
casually as I could, my heart racing in my chest. I
reached down and picked up my cell phone, pretending to
dial someone as I sat in the drivers seat, glancing out
the rearview mirror.
No one could have seen my eyes in the darkness, but I
could certainly see who ever it was slip away into the
woods. My mind tried to rationalize, figuring it might
have been a bum or a car thief or something of the sort.
But as the person - it was definitely a man, I could tell
now - moved further into the woods, the angle of the
moonlight just happened to flood the side of his body
enough to give me a perfect glimpse of what he was
carrying: a long-lensed camera, just like the ones the
paparazzi used.
Still sitting in my car, I glanced out the windows around
me to make sure the coast was clear, then proceeded to
slowly roll down the window and listen. A burst of cold
air hit me and I heard some crickets in the distance, but
otherwise the night was silent. I knew that those woods
opened up after about 40 yards or so downhill to another
office parking lot. If whoever the man was had parked
down there, at this time of night I would surely be able
to hear him start up his vehicle.
I waited for a few more seconds - or was it minutes? Time
passes agonizingly slow when your heart beats a mile a
minute - and then heard it: the unmistakable sound of an
engine revving. A large engine from the sound of it.
Rolling up my window, I waited for a moment and drove my
BMW around the back of the building. It gave me a perfect
view of the road, whose only way out from this office
space cul-de-sac was right passed our building. The
mystery man would think I had left and go buzzing right
past as he made his "getaway".
Sure enough, not but ten seconds later did he come
roaring down the street, hauling major ass as he tried to
put as much distance between himself and me as he could.
He drove a huge black Chevy Suburban, the kind of car
that was the bane of every environmental nut in
California's existence. I must have startled him when I
arrived back at the office. Whatever he was doing had
been interrupted and he had to make a quick exit. I
counted to twenty before I flicked on my lights and
followed him.
The Shooting Stars Office is only about two blocks from
the freeway so even with the amount of head start I gave
him, it didn't take me long to catch up to him on the
interstate. Traffic was sparse as he headed north for the
coast, driving well over the speed limit. Part of me
wanted him to get pulled over, but I knew that if that
happened then I'd never know who he was.
I allowed some distance to get between us, a car or two,
as he continued driving out to Santa Monica and onto the
PCH that I had just been on not an hour earlier. As he
headed for his exit, the two cars that had been between
us didn't get off at the exit, leaving me and Mr.
Suburban to the darkness of the night.
I slowed down my speed a little so as not to be very
visible in his rear view mirror. And yet, he must have
seen me because he quickly speeded up and tried to lose
me. For whatever reason, I decided that I didn't care if
he saw me or not and raced to catch up to him. The
roadways were completely deserted now, not another car
around for miles as we zoomed along the precarious
blacktop, the dark and cold ocean filling up every thing
to the left of the car beyond the window.
Right behind him now, I tried to make out his license
plate in the dark, but he began to swerve erratically
around on the road, making it impossible for my high
beams to catch it. My cover was definitely blown now, but
since I knew that we were the only ones on the road, as
long as I stayed behind him there wasn't much he could do
to stop me from following him.
Turns out I was wrong. The driver stopped driving so
frantically now and leveled out his path, which puzzled
me. I was able in the waning moonlight to see the
silhouette of his head in the drivers seat. He held
something to his head...what was that? It looked like a
cell phone or something.
Suddenly, the phone in my car began to ring. The loudness
of it in the dark car startled me completely, causing me
to literally jump in my seat. I glanced over at it - the
caller ID said UNKNOWN CALLER. Hesitantly, I picked it
up.
"Hello?" I said, my voice a little shaky.
"Have a nice trip. Hope you can swim," the voice on the
other end said, a gravely and scratchy, unnatural voice.
"What?" I said, looking straight at the car in front of
me, puzzled by what he had said. In a blink of an eye
though, everything he had said made sense.
Swerving violently off the side of the road to pull over
into the soft shoulder as we rounded a corner, I didn't
have time to react to see the OTHER black Suburban come
flying at me from around the corner of the road. In the
blackness of the night, it looked like a great metallic
beast as time slowed down to a crawl that moment before
it slammed into the side of me going at least 40 mph,
sending my car skidding on it's side towards the thin
metallic guard rail that kept me from crashing into the
sea at least 100 feet below.
My passenger side crippled and mangled, the sound of
glass breaking and airbags deploying and metal bending
seeming to come at me from all directions, my car crashed
through the guard rail and rested with my front left
wheel hanging half on and half off of the side of the
cliff.
I stared out the drivers window into nothingness, the
ground below me missing as I teetered on the edge. My
heart was beating uncontrollably now as I frantically
tried to think about what to do. And that's when I
realized I was powerless to do anything as I looked up
into the rear view mirror yet again and saw that it
hadn't been another Suburban. No, it had been an 18
wheeler that hit me from the side. I could still see
white chips of paint from my car on it's grill. But more
haunting than that was the sheer moment of eerie panic
that hit me as I saw the tractor trailer barreling at the
back of my car now at who knew how fast. I realized then
that I could do nothing. So I did the only thing that I
could think about, the only thing still in my control: I
held tight to the steering wheel and gritted my teeth.
The impact came hard and fast, jolting my head back
against the seat and then violently forward onto the
steering wheel as my car was crushed from not only the
side but the back now. But the jolt was momentary, not to
last. For it was then that I fell, gracelessly and
without a sound, my car launching like a crippled bottle
rocket the long distance down into the deep blue sea
below.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Chapter 25: Alyson Hannigan
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