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Story title : Journal of an Agent: Kirsten Dunst
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 27 - Kirsten Dunst
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
(In the last chapter, the man hired to kill Dean is
removed from the picture thanks to Dean's quick tactics,
but Reese Witherspoon [after some hot sex] betrays Dean
and leads him right into the hands of the mastermind
behind the assassination attempt, his half-brother
Jacob.)
***
Jacob and his goons waited for me outside the locker room
as I dressed. I pondered just making an escape through
one of the gym's high windows, but besides being a few
floors up, I knew that I wouldn't make it far before he
found me again. With a hesitant sigh, I put on my pants
and headed back out into the deserted lobby to follow
Jacob out.
As we passed the front desk, the girl gave me a puzzled
look, but I tried to act as calmly and coolly as
possible. I didn't want her to tip off the cops and put
myself and other's lives in jeopardy. We exited the gym
to the parking lot, where Jacob's car was waiting. The
driver opened up the back door and Jacob, myself and one
of the thugs that accompanied him slid into the back
seat. The other rode in the passenger seat. Sandwiched
between them, I resigned myself to just going along with
whatever it was Jacob wanted for as long as I could,
without getting hurt if I didn't have to.
I had been in a lot of tight spots since taking over my
father's agency, but this one had to take the cake. My
mind raced as I tried to figure out what exactly Jacob
wanted, and if it was something that I could give him.
Despite having just taken a relaxing swim, my body felt
hot and sweaty beneath the long sleeved business clothes
I wore. I adjusted the collar of my shirt, trying to let
some of the cool air from the air conditioner cool me
off. It worked, but did absolutely nothing for my case of
nerves, which was causing my knees to twitch.
The car ride didn't last long, and I was surprised when
we pulled into a parking garage in the middle of
downtown. The car stopped in the middle and idled while
Jacob and his men climbed out. I hesitated for a moment,
but when the one who had been sitting next to me
brandished his gun, I found my legs suddenly very mobile
and active. Stepping out, I followed the three of them up
two flights of stairs into an office.
The office was apparently the new headquarters for
Jacob's business, StarPower Representation Firm, Inc. I
had seen the name earlier in the week when I met up with
my twin sister Alyson, and my suspicions were now
confirmed that he was, at the very least, trying to open
up against me out here in Los Angeles. Quite posh, I was
a little impressed inside by how well Jacob had done
things up. A faint light on the receptionist's desk was
the only illumination of the room, and it served to give
the office a feel not unlike one I had seen done many
times in movies, perhaps done the best by "The
Godfather".
Jacob walked briskly ahead of us, stopping in front of
two wooden doors that opened up from the wall. He turned
to face me. I tried to read his eyes, trying to guess
what he was thinking, but all I got in return was an icy
cold stare: he had inherited this from my father, just
like I had I noticed, and the effects of it were rather
frightening.
"Jules, Vincent, you wait here. I'd like to speak to Dean
in my office for a few minutes," Jacob said, his hand on
the door handle. The two men now looked me over
suspiciously but nodded their head to Jacob's wishes and
turned their massive backs to me, taking seats in what
would be the waiting room.
"Dean, in here," Jacob said, throwing open the door to
his office. A bright light inside flooded the main lobby
I was in, and I was momentarily blinded as my eyes
adjusted to this difference. Jacob walked in towards his
desk and took a seat. I followed him, and that' when I
got yet another surprise that night.
Perched on the corner of Jacob's desk, flipping idly
through a magazine, was Alyson. Her hair was slung
loosely over her shoulder and she wore a pair of black
leather-looking pants that stretched all the way to her
ankles, not missing a single curve on her body. She also
wore a matching halter-top like shirt and seemed to pay
us no notice when we walked in. For a moment, I thought
that this visit was more of a family reunion than
anything, but my hopes were quickly dashed.
As Jacob approached the desk, Alyson's face lit up. I at
first thought it was for having seen me, my own vanity
getting the best of my common sense, but her eyes were
locked on Jacob. She stood from the desk and he embraced
her in his arms, giving her a very deep and long kiss,
which she eagerly returned.
"Hey baby," she said as they broke their lock. Alyson
seemed to notice me now, giving me a look of puzzled
wonder as she saw me stand there in the office, stopped
in my tracks after seeing their embrace. Jacob now turned
to look at me and smiled, responding to my jaw dropping
shock.
"What's the matter Dean? You've never seen two people
kiss before?" he said with a slight cackle. Alyson smiled
and took her seat back on the desk, holding the magazine
in her lap.
"No, it's just well...what the hell is going on here?" I
asked, trying to get my head around everything that I had
seen in the past two hours or so.
"Ah, yes. You mean Katherine, or perhaps as you know her
better 'Alyson'," Jacob said, now moving behind his desk
to sit down. I stood in front of both of them, despite a
chair on each side of me. It was better I thought to
stand, just in case things got hairy.
"Don't look so shocked Dean," Katherine/Alyson said. "I
mean, sure you fell for the oldest trick in the book but
that doesn't mean you have to be so amazed by it,"
"You see Dean," Jacob said. "When we first met up all
those months ago in New York, I noticed something about
you. I noticed your flaw, some might even call it a
weakness, for women. You were enraptured by them, unable
to control yourself. And so that's when I saw my
opportunity to come in. You see, in the world of
business, distractions are never a good thing. They lead
to sloppy management and less profits,"
Jacob was referring to our rendezvous in which we had
both had pretty wild sex with Jennifer Aniston and Lisa
Kudrow inside of one of NYC's most prestigious restaurant
booths.
"Yes, but this is my business and that shouldn't be any
of your concern, especially since we live on opposite
sides of the country," I said, my voice feeling thick in
my throat.
"But it is you see. Shooting Stars isn't just YOUR
business you know. If you had bothered to re-read the
will that our father left when he died, you would see
that he left the company and all his assets to his
surviving heirs. Notice that I pluralize 'heir' because,
even though you and I are only half brothers, I am still
the son of Martin Simonds just like you. That entitles me
to at least half the profits and earnings of everything
that he left. And you haven't been exactly breaking down
my door to offer up my fair share," Jacob said.
"So you thought you'd kill me and just take it all for
yourself, is that it?" I asked. I was getting very angry
now, but I clenched my fists tightly to maintain my
composure.
"Dean, come on. You have to give me more credit than
that. Killing you sounds so low and vile. Besides, what
good is money to me if I'm in jail? No, it had to look
like an accident. And it would have BEEN an accident if
you hadn't managed to fucking swim out of your car,"
Jacob replied. Katherine/Alyson had moved to his lap now
and was running her hands through his hair. The sight
made me sick to my stomach.
"Well I'm sorry if I cramped your plans, but I'm not
exactly looking to die anytime soon, as you can probably
imagine," I said.
"Yes, I can see that. If you were, we wouldn't be having
this conversation now," Jacob said. "And see, even if you
were not dead, that didn't really matter to me. All I
needed to have happen was for you to be taken out of the
picture long enough to get all of dad's assets
transferred to my name. That paltry sum I was living off
of out in New York was nice, but when I saw everything
that you had, I naturally wanted more.
The paperwork was all ready too for me to have it, but
then you had to pop your head up again with first Alyson
Hannigan and then Reese Witherspoon at the gym. That was
a big mistake, anyone could see that, but again your lust
for women got the best of you. And now it will be your
downfall," he said, pouring himself a drink from a
cabinet on the side of his desk.
"So with me out of the picture, you would just come in
and take over the stable of talent that took our father
decades to compile? What makes you think that they would
even want to work with you, considering how suspicious it
would look if I just disappeared?"
"That's none of your concern really, but I already have
spoken with a sizeable number of them and they don't seem
to have a problem changing teams, if you will," Jacob
said, sipping his drink.
"People like Reese. How many do you have Jacob? How many
were willing to stab me in the back for more money?" I
asked. I thought back to all the affairs I had in the
past year with some of Hollywood's most attractive stars,
pondering over each and every detail to try and get a
decent guess on who the suspects who sold me out might
have been.
"Again, that's none of your concern. I could throw out
numbers like 1/2 your clients, 2/3 of your clients, it
wouldn't really matter, especially to you. Your days with
working with them are over," he said.
"And the name change?" I asked.
Jacob smiled coyishly. "Well, I had a few business ideas
that I know can improve things. It's time to take
representation into the new millennium,"
I was very angry about the whole situation now, but I
needed more information before I decided how to act. I
pressed on with my questions.
"It all makes sense now, except for one part. I know now
who was trying to kill me and why, and even how you
managed to find me after you thought I was dead and bring
me here. But one thing is bothering me - how does SHE
figure into all this?" I said, pointing at
Katherine/Alyson from across the desk.
"Katherine? Dean Dean Dean, by now I thought you might
have figured that out. I knew that you were susceptible
to women, but I couldn't get any of your stars to go all
the way and sell you out to me. So I recruited Katherine
here. She was just a struggling actress, but with a
little bit of makeup, I managed to turn her into a close
enough guess of what your twin would look like. The rest
was just acting on her part, something I found to be
quite good and incredibly erotic," he said, kissing her.
"And the baby picture you showed me?" I asked.
"It's amazing what you can do with computers these days,
isn't it? Especially when you are talking about a picture
of a baby, almost all of which usually look the same,"
Katherine said now with a smile.
"Well then, you had it all figured out didn't you Jacob?
Everything went according to plan, and I doubt I could
have done it better myself," I said to them. "Except of
course, for your one problem,"
"What problem would that be?" Jacob asked, a little tired
from the whole conversation, simply humoring me now.
"I'm still alive,"
"Yes, you are. But that's not a problem. After I saw how
you managed to cheat death over and over again, I decided
that a more practical approach was needed. A more
professional way of handling things, if you will," Jacob
said.
"That would be?" I said.
"Going the business route. Simply put, you will sign a
contract relinquishing all your assets to me or I will
ruin you financially, socially and personally. There are
things far worse than death in this world you know,"
Jacob said coldly now, leaning across the desk to stare
at me with his eyes. I matched his gaze, but part of me
was worried about what he had meant. I asked him.
Jacob's gaze softened. "Ah, so you've brought me to my
favorite part of this whole meeting. Katherine, if you
please,"
Katherine jumped from his lap excitedly and walked across
the room to a table. Grabbing a remote control, she
pushed a button and a television screen across the way
glided down slowly.
"I call this 'Dean Simonds: The Best Of'", Jacob said
with an excited laugh. I turned to face the screen.
Within a few seconds, a grainy, black and white video
appeared on screen. It showed two people having sex. I
couldn't make out the location, but it looked
familiar...wait, that was Jessica Alba's apartment! The
video showed a man bending the woman over a counter top
and fucking the woman hard in the ass. I grimaced a
little as I realized it was me and Jessica Alba. The
bastard had a surveillance system in her house!
Just as quickly as it appeared, the video jumped to a
different scene. This one too showed two people having
sex, only this time the woman was on her knees between
the man's legs. I didn't have to watch for a split second
to see that it was Sarah Michelle Gellar sucking on my
cock. The video played out for a few more seconds, as
Jacob cackled "Look, here's one of my favorite parts!"
The tape now showed me standing up and spraying Sarah's
face with my cum, something that had only happened a few
weeks earlier. I remembered that vividly and I'm sure
Sarah would too should she ever see this. I began to feel
queasy to my stomach as the tape continued to jump from
scene to scene: me fucking Penelope Cruz on my desk at
work, Lucy Liu and Zhang Ziyi kissing each other deeply
as I lay on the ground next to them. The scenes continued
to go on and on and I knew that just the few minutes I
had seen were hardly the end of the tape.
However, the scene that almost brought me to tears was of
Natalie Portman and me, in one of the bedrooms of my
house. It played like a soft core porn, Natalie stripping
slowly as I caressed her body. We stood naked in front of
each other but then suddenly, Katherine hit STOP on the
player and the screen went blank. I knew now that if they
had Natalie and me on tape, even if Natalie had not been
involved in the process of selling me out, I was truly
and royally fucked.
My mouth was dry and Jacob grinned at me from across the
desk, his Cheshire Cat smile making my stomach turn even
more circles than it had been during the playing of the
video.
"And that's just a snippet Dean. We have over 5 hours of
footage, all just begging for an audience to be shown
to," Jacob said, still grinning.
"What do you want me to do," I said softly, my head hung
down.
"I want you to sign the firm, the house, all your
earnings, everything to me and my new business: StarPower
Representation Firm. Don't worry, I won't leave you so
broke that you have to panhandle on the street forever,
but you might have enough money left to buy a one bedroom
studio out here in a few months," Jacob said. The sick
fuck was truly enjoying himself, and this made me hate
him more.
I wasn't ready to give up totally yet though. "What if I
don't sign? Who is going to believe that that's me and
all those women on that tape, especially coming from a
man who I will readily admit to a judge tried to
blackmail me,"
Jacob seemed annoyed by the question. "It doesn't matter
who believes me or not. All I have to do is either a)
send this video to Entertainment Tonight, Extra, Access
Hollywood, etc, b) put it online and sell it or even c)
send it to the police. I'm sure that some jurisdictions
might frown on the sodomy that the tape clearly shows.
Plus, what I showed you had no sound. We have everything
on tape, in full THX quality audio glory," Jacob said.
I thought for a moment. "That might be a risk I'm willing
to take. How long do I have before I have to sign?"
"I'm a good businessman, which is sadly more than I can
say for you. I'll give you one business day. That's
approximately 24 hours from now to make up your mind,"
Jacob said.
"Shall I come here with my decision?" I asked.
"No, we will find you. It's obviously not that hard,"
Jacob said with a laugh. He pushed a button on the
intercom on his desk. "Vince, Jules will you two come
escort Mr. Simonds from the premises and take him back to
his car?"
A moment later the two men re-entered the room. They
stood beside my chair, seemingly BEGGING me to try
something so they had an excuse to rough me up. But I
went quietly.
"I can walk by myself, thank you," I said, standing up. I
headed out of the office.
"See you tomorrow Dean," Katherine said, blowing me a
kiss.
I arrived back at my car a few minutes later and sat in
the drivers seat for a few minutes. Where was I going to
go? Who could I talk to? What was I going to do? Finally,
after what seemed like an eternity, I started up the car
and drove back to the office, robotically following the
routine of driving. The sun was just coming up now and it
shone brightly off the roofs of the Los Angeles skyline.
It was a new day in California, and yet for me it seemed
like the last week had never ended.
Going back into my office, I walked in and shut the door.
Taking off my tie and shoes, I collapsed on my sofa and
rubbed my eyes. I felt more self-conscious now, looking
around the office as I tried to find the camera that
Jacob had planted, but it was to no avail. Today was
Sunday so I knew that the office would be closed. Laying
my head down on the back of the couch, I tried to focus
on the problem at hand, trying to come up with something
to do. In my exhaustion however, I fell into a deep
sleep.
I awoke what felt like days later, my neck sore from the
angle in which I laid on the couch and my right leg below
the knee tingling with numbness from having laid on it
too long. I opened my eyes and shot up with a start,
finding myself in my own office unnerving me for a
moment. My head pounded from exhaustion, but I felt a
little better since I slept. I glanced at my watch and
noticed that it was already 5 in the afternoon. Only 13
hours left before I had to make a decision.
I walked to my refrigerator and got a bottle of water.
Leaning over the sink, I poured the water on my head to
try and wake up some more. It did the trick and I
shuddered as I felt a cool trickle run down my neck. It
was then that I heard the knocking at the front door.
At first I wrote it off to being just my throbbing head,
over worked brain and simply worn out body, but then I
noticed that it was someone tapping on the glass of the
door with what sounded like a key. I made my way to the
door, passing through the security gate that we use to
keep homeless people and desperate fans/out of work
actors from just barging right in and creating a scene.
The glass to the front door was frosted so I tried to
make out who it was. It was definitely a woman, fairly
short it appeared like. I had no idea who could be
knocking on the door here on a Sunday afternoon,
especially with the place appearing as deserted as it
was.
I opened the door a crack and kept the night lock on,
leaving just enough room for me to look out and see who
it was. The person stepped back from the door a little so
that I could open it.
It was Kirsten Dunst, dressed in an amazingly provocative
manner. She wore a tight black mini-skirt that hugged her
hips and barely went down to her mid calf, a pair of
matching black boots and what appeared to be a
sleeveless, see-through blouse. Her hair was pulled back
behind her head and she had a little black purse draped
over one arm, her car keys in the other. She looked just
as startled to see me as I was to find her outside my
door.
"Kirsten, hi. What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice
a little croaky from the nap I had taken.
"Hi Dean. I'm here for our meeting, remember?" she said,
moving to come into the door. I didn't move.
"What meeting?" I asked, puzzled. It wasn't out of
character for me to forget a meeting but I knew that
Damon, my personal assistant, didn't schedule any for me
on the weekends. At least not normally.
"The meeting today we were having. To talk about my
career and get to know each other better, that sort of
thing. Did you forget?" Kirsten asked.
She had always been one of those celebrities that I had
talked to briefly at parties and events, but had never
had her as a client. Only recently her contract with her
old firm had expired so when she was available for
representation again, I swooped in and added her to our
roster. Although, with everything that had happened, part
of me wondered whether that had been wise or not.
"I guess I must have. I don't normally schedule meetings
for Sundays but I guess this was an exception," I
replied.
"Sunday?!?" Kirsten looked shocked. She fiddled in her
purse and pulled out a day-planner. "Fuck! It is Sunday!
Damn it, I thought today was MONDAY!" she said, angry at
herself.
"No, I'm pretty sure it's Sunday," I said, a little
bemused by her mess up.
"Yeah, your right it is Sunday. I'm sorry, I caught a red
eye flight last night and I guess I somehow thought that
it was Monday. Geez, I feel so stupid," Kirsten said,
kicking the step of the door with her foot.
"Don't worry about it, everyone makes mistakes. But
didn't it seem a little odd that no one was here?" I
said, trying to make light of her mistake. She smiled and
laughed to herself, the amazing brightness and warmth of
her young smile almost making me weak in the knees.
Kirsten was truly a beautiful young woman and I knew that
she would go on to do many great things in her life.
"Well, I figured that when the meeting was scheduled that
it would be one of those 'special' Dean Simonds meetings
I kept hearing about. That's why I dressed like...oh man,
now I feel even more ridiculous," she said, suddenly
uncomfortable in the way she looked.
"A special...oh, I know what you mean. Well, there isn't
a meeting today and there might not be one tomorrow. I'll
have Damon call you tomorrow and let you know," I said.
If we are still around, I thought to myself.
"That's fine. Well, can I at least come in? It's really
hot out here," Kirsten said.
I debated internally for a moment. "No, I think it's best
that you don't,"
"Why not?" Kirsten asked, looking a little insulted.
"It's just that, well, there's some stuff going on
and..." I said, trailing off.
"And what?" she said angrily now. I realized that she
wasn't going to go away easily.
"And, well I'm not sure if I can trust you,"
"Not trust me with what? Dean, what the hell are you
talking about?" Kirsten asked.
"It's a long story and," I said. My manners got the best
of me and I decided that whatever had been done so far in
terms of being stabbed in the back by clients had already
been done, there wasn't much else I could do. "Well, just
come in I guess. I don't think it could hurt,"
I unlatched the door and Kirsten came in, standing next
to me. The aroma of her perfume mixed with the light glow
of sweat that dotted her forehead, creating a very
attractive and womanly scent.
I walked back towards my office, past the rows of empty
desks of secretaries and errand people and everyone else
who helped make the agency work. Kirsten followed me into
the office, taking a seat on the couch. She looked
uncomfortable in her skirt, crossing and re-crossing her
legs to get comfortable.
"So why don't you trust me?" Kirsten asked.
I sat down at my desk and considered how best to handle
this. If she was really on the side of Jacob, I knew she
would play coy. Of course, if she was clueless then my
behavior would almost certainly seem erratic.
"Tell me something," I said. "Have you ever spoken to my
half-brother Jacob?"
I watched her reaction, trying to see if she was lying or
not or if she knew that she had been caught spying. But
to my amazement, she gave me a very puzzled look.
"Who? No, I have no idea who you are talking about. I
didn't even know you had a half-brother," Kirsten said.
She was now studying me, probably trying to figure out if
I had gone insane. My appearance certainly would dictate
it - my clothes were rumpled and dirty, my hair was
sticking out in all sorts of weird angles and I hadn't
shaved in at least three days, as that was the last time
I could remember.
"So then you don't know anything about StarPower or
anything like that?" I said, my voice icy as I
interrogated her. As each second went by, I began to
realize that Kirsten was innocent in this whole thing,
suddenly thrust into the situation with no inkling as to
how complex it really was.
"No, I don't. Would you mind telling me what the hell
this is all about though? You're starting to sound like
one of those paranoid people on the streets who scream
about the end of the world coming, and I have to tell you
that being questioned like this doesn't really make me
feel comfortable being one of your clients.
I sighed and rubbed my hand through my hair. "Ok, I'm
sorry. It's just that these last few days have been
incredibly stressful and tiring and I have no idea what's
going on in my life. Your the first person I've talked to
about this and I wasn't even sure if I could trust you,"
I said.
"Well, would you mind telling me why you don't think you
can trust me? Start at the beginning, maybe I can help,"
Kirsten said, suddenly intrigued by the situation at
hand.
I proceeded to explain to Kirsten the entire situation
from the start, dating back to my visit to New York to
see Jacob to just a few hours earlier when I was given my
ultimatum. She listened intently the entire time, not
saying more than "Uh-huh" or "Oh no!" to my various
tales. It felt better to get all of it off my chest,
although I felt guilty somewhat bringing in an innocent
bystander into the mess that I had made.
When I was through, we sat in silence for a moment as
Kirsten dissected everything.
"Well, I don't want to see you go out of business or hand
things over to Jacob. I don't think that, judging from
the way you described him, he would be a very good
manager out here in Hollywood. Quite frankly, he seems
like he'd be a spoiled brat," Kirsten said. "Do you have
any idea what your decision will be? This will rock not
just the entertainment world but the news world in
general, becoming the hottest story to hit Hollywood
since Fatty Arbuckle. Would he really go through with
it?"
"I think so. I'm not even sure that if I did sign
everything over to him he still wouldn't go after me in
some way. Regardless, I'm glad that I can trust you with
all this and it's nice to get another opinion. I thought
I was going to go crazy," I said.
"Don't mention it. Besides, it's not every day that you
get a chance to define the course of Hollywood history,"
Kirsten said, smiling.
"Yeah. If only I knew what to do," I replied with a heavy
sigh. Kirsten smiled at me and arched her eyebrows
devilishly.
"I think I have an idea,"
I knew when they had arrived by the sound at the door. It
was a soft clicking, the sound of a credit card or some
other kind of device being worked in to allow them access
to the door. I laid on the couch in my office, listening
to them. Kirsten, naked, lay on top of me and feigned
sleep I knew she was listening just as intently.
The door to my office was slightly ajar and I heard it
swing open as I closed my eyes suddenly as well, lowering
the speed of my breathing as I too pretended like I was
asleep. Through my shut eyes, I could hear the sound of
two people enter the room, their large feet probably
tracking mud onto my $300 a foot carpet. They hovered
over us, the breathing from their noses coming like a
soft whistle. I heard one crack his knuckles.
Suddenly, I was lifted off of the couch by two hands, the
action so sudden that it felt like gravity itself had
failed to exist. I felt Kirsten slip off of me and land
on the couch with a thud, crying out as she was startled.
I opened my eyes now and found myself face to face with
the guy that Jacob had called Jules. His eyes were locked
onto mine as he held me up by my shoulders, my pants
dangling beneath me in a heap. I glanced over to Kirsten
and saw that the other one, Vince, held her by the waist
by his side. Kirsten kicked her legs wildly behind her,
her smooth ass jiggling softly as she tried to clutch a
sheet to her chest.
"Time's up Simonds, time to go see the boss," Jules
barked at me, causing me to return my eyes to his face.
His breath reeked of cheeseburgers and cigarettes, a foul
smell that made my nose cringe.
"But, I still have," I tried to say, but my head was
rocked back as I was punched hard in the face. I felt my
nose bend and then become wet, probably broken as Jules
threw me onto the couch.
"You don't have shit. Now get dressed so that I don't
have to drag your punk ass to the car," Jules said,
wiping my blood off of his hand onto a nearby towel. I
put on my pants and saw that Kirsten was still thrashing
to get down as Vince rubbed his hand over her ass,
slapping it playfully.
"Hey Jules, check this shit out. Smooth as a baby's ass,"
he said, laughing. "What I wouldn't give to stick my cock
into her," he said, licking his lips. Kirsten had managed
to turn around in his arms and was now beating his
massive chest with her small fists. "Put me down! Dean
help me!" Kirsten cried, tears welling in her eyes.
I stood up from the couch, my pants buckled, but Jules
shoved me back down. "Sit your ass there. You move when I
tell you to move," he glared at me.
He turned to Vince "Put her down man. We can't fuck with
the bosses merchandise, but we can take her with us,"
Jules said. Vince followed orders and set Kirsten down.
Sobbing a little, she gathered up her clothes and began
to put them on, turning away from us. Vince couldn't
resist one more little spanking of her ass and the sound
cracked loudly through the office as Kirsten yelped in
surprise, turning around to stare at him.
Vince just laughed and pretended to be innocent, his
hands in his pockets as he whistled. Kirsten continued
glaring at him but finished getting dressed and sat back
down on the couch next to me.
"Now, I hate to interrupt you two love birds but you have
two choices here. You can go with us willingly on your
own feet to see Mr. Jacob, or you can go there with us
carrying you. Trust me when I say that if we have to
carry you, you'll have to be carried for the rest of your
short lives. So I'd pick option one," said Jules with a
little bit of sadistic glee in his voice. I wiped the
blood from my nose which had thankfully stopped bleeding.
Kirsten looked at me, her wide blue doe eyes conveying
fear and the feeling of being upset.
"We'll go willingly. I have a few things I want to say
and I need to be able to think straight if I'm going to
say them," I said.
"Good. Now get your asses up and follow Vince there out
to the car," Jules said. He fell in behind us as we
walked to the car. The ride seemed much shorter this time
as Kirsten clutched my arm tightly, looking around
nervously as she watched buildings and other cars go by.
*
We arrived at the same office, only there were more
people on the floor. It was just a regular office
building and, being on the 8th floor, Jacob's rented
space required us taking the elevator to the top.
Business people passed us as we walked into the revolving
door, past the two security guards (who eyed Kirsten
hungrily) and to said elevators. Vince & Jules walked
near us but not too close so as not to raise suspicion. A
few people seemed to give puzzled looks at Kirsten,
knowing they had seen her somewhere but not quite sure
where. The overhead chime dinged for our floor and we
stepped out.
The place was still under construction, with workmen
walking around building wall space. The only place that
actually looked finished on the whole floor, now that I
had seen it in the light, was Jacob's office. Our two
escorts walked to the door leading into his office and
then stopped, opening it for us but Jules stopped outside
the door while Vince followed us in. Jacob was sitting at
his desk, watching television. He clicked off the set as
we walked in.
"Dean, so glad to see you again. And look, you brought a
friend," Jacob said, smiling at Kirsten. Kirsten smiled
weakly back at him but lingered semi-close to me.
"Where did she come from?" Jacob asked Vince.
"We found them sleeping together on the couch. I had to
wake him up a little," Vince said, pointing to my nose.
"To get them to come with us,"
"Well, whatever was needed, I trust your judgment Vince.
That will be all now, thank you," Jacob said, shooing
Vince out the door. He nodded and then pulled it shut
quietly behind him.
"So Dean, I see you have Ms. Dunst here. I don't like
involving outside people, but since she is going to be
part of the firm now any ways, I don't see what it can
hurt. That is, if you are going to sign the papers I
assume," Jacob said, getting right down to business.
"Dean, what is he talking about?" Kirsten said, giving me
a look of worry.
"It's ok Kirsten, I'm signing over the company to Jacob
here, my half brother. He's going to run things from now
on," I said, trying to sound excited, not to mention
convincing.
"So you're abandoning us? What an ass!" Kirsten said,
standing up to leave. "The hell with this, I'm going back
to my old firm,"
With that, Kirsten walked towards the door. Jacob called
after her from at his desk.
"Ms. Dunst, I don't think that's in your best interest
right now. The two men on the other side of the door have
been told to hurt anyone who walks out before I tell them
to. Famous or not, they don't care," he said coolly.
Kirsten stopped in mid-step and seemed to ponder the
decision, returning back behind her seat. Jacob gestured
for her to sit down.
"Please, have a seat. Besides the fact that you are still
my brother here's client for another, oh five minutes,
you are still under contract to him and soon to be me.
And you don't break that contract with out a judge's
approval," Jacob said. Kirsten, looking upset, sat down.
She bit nervously on the nail of her thumb.
"I don't want to be under contract with you, but going to
court is going to make me look like a total bitch,"
Kirsten said. "Isn't there any way I can get out of it?"
With that, Jacob laughed loudly, a deep and throaty laugh
that shook the walls of the office. I stayed still in my
chair and watched the scene.
"Well, if I learned one thing from my womanizing brother
over there, it's that you always want to keep the stars
happy. Why don't you come over here and look under my
desk, I think that there might be a way out of your
contract under there," he said. I shot him an evil glare,
which he simply returned with a vengeful smile.
Kirsten, having been in Hollywood long enough to know the
rules, did as she was asked and walked towards Jacob. He
rolled back in his chair and let her crawl down onto her
knees in front of him, her whole body disappearing
underneath the desk.
"You see Dean, even though I despise you and everything
that you did when you let your dick think for the company
and MY inheritance, I have to respect your taste in
women. Very nice, very classy. I'm sure they will all
bring me in lots more money, once a select few of them
like Ms. Dunst here learn to respect the taste of ME,"
Jacob said. I heard a zipper unzipping and Jacob reclined
back in his chair.
"You aren't any better than me. You are worse than me. I
did everything straight over the table and fair. I did it
all without having to resort to dirty tricks and traps to
get what I wanted. I did it the fair way, the way our
father would have wanted," I said.
Jacob roared in laughter. "Our father? Our father was a
womanizing, dirty old man who chased pussy till he died.
The only thing straight about him was the straightness of
his dick, and even that left him when he got old," Jacob
said. "Now sign the damn papers and let me enjoy this in
peace. I kind of like you being in here while I get this,
I like turning you into a cuckold in front of your own
clientele,"
He slid a stack of papers across the desk to me. I gave a
heavy sigh and pulled a pen from the desk as I began to
scan them quickly, putting X's and signatures wherever
needed.
"Yes, it's too bad it had to come to this, blackmail and
all. If you had only cut me in on the business from the
start, I wouldn't be putting you in this situation. But,
you left me no choice," Jacob said. I could hear Kirsten
slurping away on his cock, her head bobbing up and down
gently underneath the desk, causing it to rock a little
on it's legs.
I finished signing the documents and handed them back
over to him.
"Thank you, I'll finally things in just a moment," Jacob
said. He moved his hand underneath the desk and I saw him
ball his fists up as he grabbed a handful of her hair in
each hand, pulling her head up and down faster and faster
on his cock. Kirsten grunted a little, not enjoying the
rough treatment but having no choice otherwise.
"Oh yeah, here it comes baby! Open wide!" Jacob yelled
loudly as his orgasm hit. Kirsten's mouth was still on
his prick when it exploded with cum and I could tell from
her squeaking and my limited viewpoint that he filled her
mouth with quite a load of jizz. Jacob relaxed more in
the chair now as Kirsten stayed pinned underneath the
desk.
"Much better. Now, let's make sure you signed everything
so that it's nice and legal," Jacob said as Kirsten
scrambled out from under his legs, her mouth still full
of his cum.
Jacob's happy demeanor quickly faded as he looked down at
the documents with a scowl. He looked up at me angrily.
"You didn't sign anything. You simply wrote FUCK YOU in
each and every spot on this, didn't you?" he asked, his
voice rising in anger.
"That's right," I said with a smile.
"I gave you a chance and you spit it back in my face.
Jules! Vince!" Jacob called towards the door for his
goons.
"Actually," I said quickly, grabbing the documents from
off the desk and tearing them in half one by one quickly
"Kirsten is the one who spit back in your face,"
"What?" was all Jacob could say before Kirsten, having
stood up on her feet again, spit her mouthful of Jacob's
cum back onto his own face. Jacob recoiled in shock.
"Shit! What the fuck?"
At that moment, Jules and Vince burst into the room.
Seeing the situation, they walked quickly towards me. I
took one step back but held my ground, reaching into my
jacket pocket.
"Wait just a second there fellas," I said. They seemed to
pause, if only momentarily. But it was long enough for me
to get what I wanted out: a tape recorder. Holding it out
at their eye level, making sure that Jacob could see it
as well, I pushed rewind and then play.
"Yes, it's too bad it had to come to this, blackmail and
all. If you had only cut me in on the business from the
start, I wouldn't be putting you in this situation," the
recording said, Jacob's voice from only a few moments
earlier.
The two guards paused and looked at Jacob on what to do -
they may have been hired muscle but they knew when their
employer was in a predicament. Jacob had just finished
wiping the cum from his face and glared at me and
Kirsten, who had come to stand beside me.
"You're going to blackmail me after I blackmailed you?
That's not going to work Dean, two wrongs don't make a
right. Even you should know that," Jacob said.
"No, they don't. But even though I might go to jail for
sodomy, once this tape and the video I just made," I
said, pointing to Kirsten's shirt. She pulled it back a
little to reveal a small-lensed camera resting on the
inside of her blouse. "Gets out, no matter how much jail
time I serve, it won't matter to you in the slightest
because the feds will be crawling al over you,"
"And what if I had Jules and Vince here simply remove the
devices from you?" Jacob said, regaining some of his
composure.
"Doesn't matter. Thanks to the miracle of wireless
technology, I archived both the audio and the video on a
computer at a location you don't know about. And having a
digital copy, I can send crisp and clear versions to
whomever I want," I said.
Jacob, realizing he was now the one in the jam, began to
back peddle. "What will it take for me to get you to
destroy those tapes and all copies, digital or otherwise,
that you've made?"
"Well, you could let Kirsten and I walk out of here
unharmed by our own free will, with no escorts. Then we
can talk about getting the tape into your hands," I said.
"Oh, and give me all the copies here in your office of
the tape that you have of me, that would be nice too,"
"You've got to be shitting me. What makes you think I'd
give them to you?" Jacob replied.
"Because you don't have any options. Your tape, from what
I've seen, is fuzzy and difficult to tell who it is. I
have something far more incriminating on you. So really,
you don't have much choices here,"
Jacob reached into his drawer, with me watching him
warily. He pulled out two copies of the video cassette
and handed them to me. "This isn't finished yet,"
"Oh, but it is. Now if you'll excuse us, we will be going
now," I said and Kirsten and I headed towards the door.
Jules and Vince made a blocking motion in front of us,
but Jacob said "Let them go," and they parted. We passed
them and were quickly back on the elevator, heading out.
Neither Kirsten nor I said anything until we were in the
cab, heading back to my house.
"I can't believe we pulled that off," I remarked. "It
just goes to show you what people will do when they are
in tight spots, and it felt nice to turn the tables on
him,"
"I know. I'm trembling with excitement. I didn't want to
give him a blowjob like that, I hate giving those sorts
of things to people I can't stand, but the situation
warranted it I guess. How did I do in there?" Kirsten
said.
"You were perfect. And quite the actress I might add,
you're show of fear and uneasiness was great. If I was
the Academy, I'd certainly give you an Oscar for your
performance," I said, pulling Kirsten tight to me in a
hug.
"I'll keep that in mind. Now that unconventional women
like Halle Berry have won, maybe there is a shot for
someone young like me in the future. With my career in
your hands, anything is possible," Kirsten said, laying
her head on my shoulder.
*
The cab pulled to the entrance of my house and I paid the
driver, making sure to give him a good tip for taking us
all the way out of the city. Kirsten followed me inside
and we set the tapes down on the kitchen counter.
"Would you care for something to drink?" I asked, going
to the fridge to get myself something.
"Sure, I'd love a bottle of water or a soda or something.
Anything to get the taste of his cum out of my mouth.
Yech!" Kirsten said. We both laughed and headed into the
den of my house, sitting down on the couch.
"So was it really you on the tape that he had? You having
sex with all those women?" Kirsten asked.
"I'm afraid so. I wasn't lying about it being blurry but
these days, it doesn't matter. With the tabloids, you're
guilty no matter what," I said with a sigh.
"Why do you think you sleep with so many women in
Hollywood?" Kirsten asked, scooting closer to me on the
couch.
"Well, contrary to what Jacob said it's not that I can't
control it. I mean, yes I'm surrounded by beautiful
people all the time but it's all reciprocated. I don't
know what is going on in the minds of all of the women in
Hollywood that I've fucked...err, made love to, 23 now by
my count. They might be doing it for a power thing, for
someway of feeling like they have an edge on me. Some of
them though I think are just horny and like the idea of a
no-strings attached fling," I said.
"And what about the ones you have been involved with,
Alyssa Milano and Natalie Portman? Has it always been
something serious?" Kirsten asked, sipping her soda.
"Alyssa was just an experiment really, to see if I could
really sustain a relationship with someone of her fame.
Natalie, well...that just sort of evolved out of the
situation I guess. We have an agreement of seeing other
people since we both live so far apart but when we are
together, it's something special," I said.
"Would you say what we went through today and yesterday
was on the level of what happened with you and Natalie.
If you don't mind me asking of course," Kirsten said.
"Yes, it was very similar. And I think that in both
cases, having the beauty and youth of a young woman by me
throughout each ordeal helped me get through it,"
Kirsten blushed and looked at the floor. "You called me
beautiful. All I'm used to hearing from the public and
from other people in the industry is that I'm 'cute' or
'adorable' or 'hot'. I have never really heard someone
call me beautiful before," she said.
"Well it's true. You have a very classic type of beauty,
one that I don't think will leave you in life. You are
gifted and I know that you will go on to great things,
with or without me as your agent," I said.
"Thanks Dean," Kirsten said. There was an uncomfortable
pause for a moment. "You know, I felt very safe
throughout that situation with you being there beside me.
Even when we were pretending to be asleep, it felt nice
having your body pressed that close to mine. Do you
think...I mean, I know you've been through a lot and all,
but would you ever consider..." she said, trailing off.
"Making love to you?" I asked, taking her hand in my own.
Her fingers were small and petite, just like the rest of
her body. Kirsten was obviously embarrassed by the
situation.
"Yeah..."
"Of course. If you really want to of course," I said,
pulling her closer to me and planting a soft kiss on her
forehead.
"I do," she whispered. I didn't say anything, only nodded
as I stood from the couch and bent down to pick her up in
my arms. I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom and
gently laid her down on the bed. I had been exhausted
from the last few days, but my heart thudded in my chest
as I slowly removed my shirt and pants, standing only in
my boxer shorts. The thought of being with Kirsten seemed
to excite me, to revitalize my energy and I felt like,
having defeated Jacob, I could take on anything.
Kirsten lay on the bed with her arms behind her head and
watched me undress and kick off my shoes, her own blouse
open a little at the bottom, revealing her smooth, firm
tummy. I climbed onto the bed next to her and lowered my
mouth to her lips, kissing them gently. Kirsten returned
the kiss softly as I slid my arms up next to her own. I
stood over her like that as we explored each other's
mouths sensually, taking the time to familiarize
ourselves with each other's bodies and scents. When the
kiss finally broke, neither of us really wanted it to end
but we knew that we would need to take it to the next
phase.
Still standing over her, I put my hands by Kirsten's
small, B cup breasts and rubbed them softly through her
shirt. Then I began to methodically unbutton her blouse,
taking one button at a time as our eyes stayed locked on
one another. Kirsten sighed a little as I finished with
the last button and slowly opened her blouse. She wore a
white lace push up bra, obviously worn to try and
accentuate her breasts for her believed encounter the day
before. I slid my hand behind her back and undid the
clasp of the bra, using both hands now to lift it from
her body.
Kirsten's breasts were a great size, just large enough to
cup in your hand. Her nipples were hard in the air of the
room and the obvious sexual energy that permeated from
each of us. The areolas were small and tan with the rest
of her body, which brought a smile to my face as I
realized that Kirsten preferred to tan topless. I
imagined her lying naked next to a pool somewhere, the
hot California sun beating down on her chest as her lithe
body was bronzed like that of a goddess, her skin
flawless and without imperfection. Her blouse lay open by
her sides as she watched me run my hand between her two
breasts lightly, tracing a finger first around one nipple
and then the other as I moved down to her belly.
Bending my head, I planted a series of small kisses on
her tummy as my mouth moved slowly to the top of the
mini-skirt she still wore. Putting my hands behind her
tight, firm ass, I squeezed her cheeks lightly and
returned my hands to the front of the material, hooking
my thumbs on the edge of the skirt. Kirsten lifted her
ass off the bed just enough to allow me to begin to slide
the skirt down her womanly hips. Her body was beginning
to develop a light sheen of sweat and her breathing
became more shallow as the skirt passed from her hips
down to her calves and finally her knees. Kirsten kicked
the skirt off a little and now wore only a pair of black,
thong style panties that barely covered her tiny pussy.
Kirsten lifted herself off the bed a little and now
shrugged off the blouse that had been encumbering her
arms as she relaxed again on the bed. I used one hand to
rub and massage her left breast while the other grabbed
the very thin and flimsy material of her panties and
pulled them down, revealing her honey coated snatch. She
was very aroused I could tell, because the pleasant scent
of her womanhood wafted out from between her slightly
parted cunnie lips. She had shaven most of the pubic hair
around her pussy, leaving only a lone patch only an inch
or so above her entrance. I moved my hand from her breast
and down through this feather soft hair as Kirsten
instinctively parted her legs for me ever so slightly.
Naked completely now, Kirsten's long legs splayed out on
the bed, inviting me to simply pounce on her and
penetrate her to her deepest. But I controlled myself and
focused instead on pleasing Kirsten first; after all, I
owed her my livelihood.
I moved my mouth down between her legs and began to
lightly kiss the inside of her thighs as I made my way up
to her outer pussy lips. They looked so beautiful and
inviting to me, yet another gorgeous Hollywood woman who
had offered herself to me. All that had almost been lost,
but for now I was where I - and Kirsten - wanted us to
be. I traced a finger up to her box and slowly slid the
tip inside, feeling her moistness. I pulled it out and
saw that she had already become quite wet just from the
exoticness of the situation. I licked my finger of her
juice, the first of many tastings of her I would do that
day, I thought to myself.
Positioning my mouth now squarely in front of her cunt, I
slowly slid my tongue out and got a direct taste of the
mixture of her juices and her body itself on my tongue,
relishing the feeling as it hit my taste buds. Using one
hand, I parted her inner lips and worked my tongue
further into her pussy, searching for her clit.
Kirsten moaned in approval as I continued my quest,
moving my tongue gently around inside of her, giving
soft, cat-like licks to each and every area I could find.
I felt Kirsten's hand brush my head lightly, a sign of
encouragement that I was on the right track. Licking a
bit faster now, I managed to find her clit at the very
head of her entrance. It was small and barely noticeable,
similar to the size of her nipples. But it was very
aroused and seemed to be begging for me to lick it. The
tip of my tongue brushed across it lightly and this sent
shockwaves through Kirsten's body, the pent up sexual
tension causing her to orgasm for the first time. A flood
of her juices came out of her hole and into my mouth, a
pungent and sweet taste that was not unpleasant in the
slightest.
Having found her clit, it was easy now to focus on it and
make sure that her first orgasm would not be her last.
Kirsten's breathing became more and more ragged now as I
licked furiously at it, moving the slight little knob
back and forth along my tongue. For good measure, I
slipped a finger inside next to my tongue and began to
move it in and out at a steady pace, fucking her with it
as I licked her cunt.
Kirsten began to thrash around more violently now,
shuddering occasionally and moaning "Uggnnhh!" and "Don't
stop that!" between breaths, the loud cries of her
pleasure rocked body filling the house and echoing off
the walls. The bottom of my mouth was now buried deep
inside her pussy, my nostrils rubbing against her crinkly
soft pubic hair as I licked with no abandon. It became a
little difficult to breath as Kirsten locked her legs
tightly around my head, but they were easy to push off of
me in between her orgasmic shudders. Kirsten gave one
final cry, her whole body trembling like an earthquake,
and she orgasmed once more, her pussy now sopping wet
with juices and my saliva.
I lifted my head from in between her legs and sat up on
the bed next to her. Kirsten had her eyes closed tightly,
still catching her breath, her breasts jiggling slightly
as her chest heaved.
"Thank you Dean, that was amazing and just what I
needed," Kirsten said. I smiled in returned and said
nothing.
Now it was Kirsten's turn to continue things as she sat
up on the bed next to me. She embraced me in a kiss, her
warm body pressing against my naked chest, her breasts
flattened against me and the heat radiating from her legs
brushing against my groin. Kirsten broke the kiss and
then began to lick around my mouth, cleaning off her own
juices from my face.
"MMmm...I always wondered what I tasted like," she
giggled. I kissed her again and it didn't take too much
more before she was ready to go once more. I felt the
urgency in her need to continue as her hands pulled down
hard at my boxer shorts, trying to free my erect member
from it's confines. I got up on my knees and Kirsten
wasted no time simply yanking them off. She was quite
assertive in what she wanted sexually, and yet her touch
and feel was not like that of other sex hungry women I
had slept with.
With my cock now free, Kirsten pushed me back onto the
bed and climbed between my legs. But rather than going
directly for my cock, she lifted it up a little to give
her better access to my balls and down the thin strip of
skin leading to my asshole. Kirsten traced her tongue up
and down this area from bottom to top and when she
reached my bloated and sperm filled balls, took my sack
into her mouth (as much as she could fit) and sucked
gently on my nuts, moving them around inside their casing
with her tongue. Her mouth was warm and hot and oh so
amazing as I felt her warm breath on my balls, feeling
the sucking motion she paid to each one of them and the
soft slurping sound that came from the corners of her
mouth.
Kirsten released my balls after a moment and began to
snake her way up and around the base of my shaft, moving
up all nine inches to the head. She squeezed the tip
gently, bringing forth a drop of pre-cum, which she
snagged on her finger and licked clean, returning her
amazing mouth to the head of my cock. Taking it between
her lips, she sucked on it hard, creating an unbelievable
feeling. But just as quickly as she had paid attention to
it, she dropped her whole mouth down to the base of the
shaft, taking in all of my meat in her throat. Kirsten
was obviously no stranger to giving a blow job and I
wondered how many she had given as she grew from
childhood to the beautiful creature she was today in
Hollywood.
Bobbing her head up and down now, Kirsten was doing her
hardest to get me off - and it seemed to be working. I
felt my balls tighten up beneath the nimble fingers she
had been using to massage and squeeze them as I unloaded
jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. I felt it smack
the back of her throat as she closed her mouth tightly
around my shaft, making sure none leaked out. My orgasm
subsided and Kirsten slowly lifted her mouth from my
prick and lifted her head up to me so that our eyes met.
Opening her mouth just enough so that I could see the cum
in it, she closed her lips together and swallowed the
entire thing as I sat there watching, amazed.
"Any man who calls me beautiful doesn't deserve to have
his cum spit out," Kirsten grinned. She returned her
mouth to my cock and licked the moisture from it,
cleaning it. When she was satisfied, she began to work
her hand up and down my shaft, getting me hard again
within a few solid strokes.
Ready to go again, Kirsten climbed over me and started to
settle herself like she would climb onto my cock. But I
again had other ideas. Scooting out from under her,
Kirsten frowned playfully as I moved behind her. Grasping
her breasts in my hands, I squeezed them gently as I made
sure that she could feel my cock pressing between her ass
cheeks. I began to thrust slowly between them, rubbing my
shaft against her slit as I moved up and down. Kirsten
just sighed contentedly and let me have my way with her.
She wasn't expecting it when I pushed the tip of my cock
inside of her still wet and waiting hole, but she wasn't
exactly complaining either!
The inside of her pussy was soft and moist, like the way
her mouth had been. I didn't want to penetrate her fully,
so I turned her around on the bed so that her body was
facing me and laid her down, missionary style, in front
of me. With more leverage now, I placed the head of my
prick directly in her waiting hole and used my arms to
work myself into her. Kirsten was tight - not a virgin,
but very tight - as I felt my shaft pass deeper and
deeper inside of her, the ridges of her inner pussy wall
rubbing softly against my cock until I had bottomed out
completely in her.
I held myself in her like that for a moment and Kirsten
lay completely still, both of us relishing the feeling. I
then started to saw myself in and out of her box,
entering and leaving her with each stroke, the tip of my
cock bringing on more pleasure for her as I rubbed the
engorged head of my dick against her clit with each entry
motion. Kirsten's body seemed to be begging for me to
give it harder to her and when I felt her hands move onto
my ass to guide my motions in and out of her, I knew that
was exactly what she wanted.
I buried myself in her once again, but instead only left
two or three inches out as I began to piston in and out
of her pussy much faster than before, rocking the bed
beneath us on it's legs as I worked up a solid sweat
pounding her sweet, tight cunt. Kirsten's breathing had
turned into one long moan of ecstasy and I felt her cum
for the third time that night, her body weak and
trembling beneath me as I hammered away. With each
stroke, the tip of my prick brushed deep inside of her
against her cervix, my dick like a fiery hot piece of
steel as it embedded itself deep inside of her.
Kirsten, not satisfied with the simple position I had
begun in, wrapped her legs tightly around my knees now,
squeezing on them tightly as she tried to force more and
more of my cock inside of her pussy. Her toes brushed
against my balls and for whatever reason, the feeling of
them against my nuts caused my orgasm to build. I felt it
coming and gave Kirsten one last very hard thrust, enough
to send us scooting further down the bed against the
headboard as I shot my wad inside of her. Ribbon after
ribbon of hot, sticky cum filled her pussy as I released
my load, coating the inside of her love tunnel with my
spunk. I continued to buck my hips until there was
nothing left and I felt myself going soft. Panting and
exhausted, I pulled myself out of Kirsten and rolled off
of her, laying next to her on the bed.
We both lay catching our breath for a moment and Kirsten
scooted up next to me. I held her in my arms as the
weight of the last few days and the exhaustion, plus the
knowledge that things were back to normal now, finally
allowed me to pass into a deep and peaceful sleep.
*
I awoke a few hours later to the sound of thunder outside
the open blinds of my bedroom window. Kirsten lay
peacefully next to me, her hair splayed out softly all
around me, smooth and soft and reflecting what little
light remained in the room now that night had fallen. I
slid out from beside her and walked to close the window.
I hadn't remembered a storm approaching on the weather,
but then again I had other things on my mind these last
few days. It was kicking up really good out there, wind
shaking the trees violently in and around my yard and
rain beating like rocks against the window.
I turned back to the bed and saw Kirsten had awoken. She
was watching me at the window, her hair rumpled sexily
from having slept, a small clump of it covering by her
eye. She had pulled the sheet up to her body, although I
could still she her petite frame beneath the sheer fabric
of the cover.
"Morning. Or should I say, night," Kirsten said, smiling.
I walked over to the bed and kissed her.
"I'm going to go fix some food, do you want some?" I
asked.
"No, I really need to get back to my hotel. I fly out of
here tomorrow," Kirsten said.
"In this weather?" I asked. "You must be nuts!"
"I don't have much choice," Kirsten said, kissing me
quickly on the lips again. "My plane leaves pretty early
and with rush hour traffic, I'd never make it if I left
tomorrow. But I do appreciate your concern,"
Kirsten climbed out of bed and began to get dressed,
sliding on her skirt and buttoning her blouse but leaving
her bra and panties on the floor.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" I said jokingly.
Kirsten turned to look.
"No, you can keep those. Add them to your collection,"
she said.
"Thanks. Here, at least let me walk you out to the
garage. You can take one of my cars and I'll just go get
it from the hotel you're at tomorrow," I said. I grabbed
a key ring from by the kitchen door as we walked outside
towards the garage. I pushed the button and it groaned to
life, a river of water sliding down it's edge to land
with a quiet drizzle on the concrete of the garage.
"Thank you for everything Kirsten. Without you, I don't
think I'd be alive, let alone still in business," I said
to her as I gave her a hug, wrapping my hands around her
thin waist. She kissed me, an electric kiss that was only
broken when a huge flash of lightning and the immediate
thunder cracked outside, scaring us both.
"It's the least I can do. Remember, you get me a better
cut of each film than anyone else in town," she said.
"But most of all, that's what friends do,"
I watched her climb into my green Lexus and start it up,
backing slowly out of the garage into the mess of the
storm. I walked to the garage entrance and stood,
watching her go. She couldn't help but to roll down the
window and wave to me, even in the bad weather. I waved
back and she drove off, her taillights disappearing in
the storm of the evening.
I walked back into the garage and shut the door, heading
back into the house. Suddenly, from upstairs, there was a
loud crash and the sound of glass breaking. Immediately
following it was the crack of thunder and I groaned to
myself as I went upstairs to check what happened.
Probably a tree limb through the window - what else could
go wrong in this past week?
As I made my way up, I could hear the wind howling in
through the broken glass. The window had broken in my
fathers study, the one room in the house that I had left
the way it was since moving in. The sole window in it
faced out to the main drive and the street and gave a
fantastic view of the whole property, as the window was
positioned directly in the middle of the mansion.
Nearing the room now, which lay at the end of the hall, I
noticed that the door to the room was open. That was very
odd because I kept it closed in some sort of remembrance
of the way my father had last left it. I took another
step forward towards the door and jumped back two more
steps as I saw a figure emerge through the door and stop
directly in front of me in the hallway. His hair and
entire body were drenched in water from the storm and he
had his head bent forward slightly so that all I could
see were his eyes. He wore all black, including a pair of
shiny black gloves. But what he wore wasn't what
concerned me. It was what he held that was far more
threatening - a hunting knife, it's sheared edges
gleaming in the brightly flashing lightning that came
from the study. He was breathing hard, but I knew right
away who it was.
"Hello Dean," the figure said.
"Hello Jacob. Came to finish this?" I said, taking
another slow step back.
He nodded and grinned maniacally and then without any
further hesitation, he lunged at me.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Chapter 28: Neve Campbell
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