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Story title : Journal of an Agent: Neve Campbell
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 28 - Neve Campbell
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
(In the last chapter, having realized the full scope of
Jacob's plan to blackmail him and take down Shooting
Stars completely, not to mention ruin Dean, Dean enlisted
the help of Kirsten Dunst to turn the tables on Jacob,
setting him up for his own dose of blackmail. The plan
falls apart, but Jacob is not done yet, breaking into
Dean's home for one final confrontation.)
***
Jacob bounded toward me, knife in hand, and I stepped out
of the way quickly to avoid being struck. Jacob lost his
balance, but only for a step, spinning back around for
another pass. This time I was more ready for him,
blocking his arm as it came down at my head in a stabbing
motion. I landed a quick punch to Jacob's stomach, but it
didn't seem to phase him. Although he was smaller than
me, I knew that his party-hard lifestyle and peak
physical shape demanded that he be able to take a punch.
Crashing into the wall, the knife Jacob held dug itself
deep into the plaster of the hallway, tearing off shreds
of wallpaper. Yelling savagely, he yanked the knife back
out and moved towards me again. I was off step a little
and couldn't brace for the impact completely as his hand
slid underneath my shoulder and the knife made contact
with my skin, sinking inside deeply.
For a moment, there was no pain as I felt the blade slide
into my insides. But then like an electric shock, a dull
warmness and a throbbing ache began to fill up my whole
side. Jacob yanked the knife out without hesitation and I
saw that it was a deep crimson red, matching the color of
my shirt. A large red stain had started to spread down
beneath my arm and chest, soaking into the material that
I wore. My body felt like it was on fire now as I
stumbled against the wall while Jacob positioned himself
to go at me again.
Panting hard, I put my hand over my wounded side and felt
the sticky blood coat my fingers, almost hot as it leaked
out of me. I couldn't tell how deep it had gone but I
knew it was not going to be pretty.
Satisfied with his initial hit, Jacob moved towards me
again, but this time I was ready. Waiting until the last
possible moment till he was right atop of me, I landed an
uppercut to his jaw using the hand that had been holding
my side. It was just like in the movies, his whole body
flew backwards down the hall, knocking him off his feet.
The knife that he had been holding clattered innocently
against the side of the wall, the blade leaving a slight
crimson streak on the tan wall paper. I reached for it,
but Jacob was too quick, back on his feet and his mouth
full of blood.
He kicked me hard in the side, right in the spot where he
had stabbed me and I saw stars, feeling like I was going
to black out any second. I collapsed to the floor as
Jacob towered over me, the blood from his mouth and
swollen lips falling to the carpet like some kind of
rabid beast. He grinned wildly again and grabbed the
knife from the floor, panting hard as he stood over my
sprawled body.
Bending down to one knee, he traced the blade against my
chest playfully, trying to decide I suppose, where to
stab me next and finish me off. Grabbing the handle
tightly in his hand, he lifted the knife in the air like
a killer from a horror movie and plunged down towards my
chest quickly.
Time seemed to slow as my head spun from dizziness and
the coldness that was slowly moving through out my body.
I felt for sure that I was done for, but with one last
effort (and some perfect timing), I threw one final punch
directly for his face, hoping to knock him down once
more.
I missed his face, but managed to hit him directly in the
neck, right by his adam's apple. As time crawled, the
expression on his face changed from one of sheer rage to
a look of panicked confusion. His arm came down on me,
but the knife fell limply from his hand as he put both
hands to his throat, struggling to breath.
I had managed to hit him somehow in a pressure point
directly at the base of his neck, cutting off the supply
of air to his throat. Jacob collapsed to his knees in
front of me as his eyes went wide, trying to get any bit
of precious air he could into his body. I watched him
land on his legs but not for long - I managed to stagger
to my feet, my body hunched over at the waist and stood
up just enough to land a kick directly to his face. I
heard his head snap back on his neck as he collapsed on
the floor, unconscious or dead, I didn't really care.
Still on my feet but very woozy, I stumbled down the hall
towards one of the guest rooms. Grabbing the phone off
the side of the bed stand, I yanked it down to the floor
with me. I pushed 911 and gasped loudly into the phone.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"Stabbing...assault...he tried to kill me...4173
Oceanside Drive...help" I gasped into the phone. The
operator's voice faded away from me as I drifted into
unconsciousness, the phone falling from my hand like a
heavy weight that I was no longer able to hold.
*
I awoke painfully sore in a hospital bed. The rush of
morning traffic slowly drifted into my ears as I re-
entered the waking world and took in my surroundings. It
hurt to breath, much less move but I realized then that I
was thankfully still alive. I lay in bed for what must
have been a few minutes, remembering in as best I could
what happened. Moving my hand slowly down to the side
where I had been stabbed, it felt painful and swollen to
the touch. I could feel stitches holding my skin together
tightly, but they throbbed as I ran my fingers over them.
A nurse walked in, diverting my attention. She was frumpy
and a little overweight, her eyes conveying all the pain
and sorrow she had seen. To my surprise, she was followed
by a uniformed police officer, LAPD's finest, who had
taken his hat off when he walked in. He showed no signs
of any emotion at all as the nurse picked up a chart at
the foot of my bed.
"Mr. Simonds, how are you feeling?" she said, all
business as she scanned the clipboard.
"Like shit, thanks. What day is it?" I asked, my mouth
dry and raspy as my tongue slurred the words together.
"It's Thursday. You came out of post-op about 12 hours
ago. You are a very lucky man Mr. Simonds, that you're
assailant didn't hit any major arteries or organs," the
nurse replied.
"Assailant...Jacob. What...where is he?" I asked. My head
was groggy, probably from the pain killers they had me
on, and I now noticed that I was handcuffed to the bed on
my left side.
"The other Mr. Simonds? I'm afraid he didn't make it.
Head trauma," the nurse said non-chalantly. I felt a wave
of emotion run over me, as I was torn between feeling
sorrow or pleasure over the fact that Jacob, the half-
brother who had made my life hell for the past week, was
dead.
"Why am I handcuffed?" I asked.
"Talk to officer O'Reilly about that. He needs to ask you
a few questions anyways," the nurse said, setting the
chart back and leaving the room. The officer moved to the
foot of the bed and adjusted his belt, putting his hands
on his hips.
"Mr. Simonds, can you tell me what happened up to the
time you called 911?" he asked gruffly.
"I had just woken up from a nap with a lady friend of
mine and as I was walking her out, I heard a crash
upstairs. Because it was raining at the time, I thought
it was a tree branch through a window or something. I
went upstairs only to find Jacob, my half-brother,
waiting there for me with a knife. He had broken into the
house through a window and was obviously there to try and
kill me.
We scuffled a little bit, during which he stabbed me in
the side. I managed right before he tried to put the
final blow on me to hit him in the throat. That stunned
him, at which point I got up and managed to kick him in
the head before dialing 911 and passing out," I said,
panting for air as I recollected the event. "I didn't
know I killed him,"
The cop didn't even look up from his paperwork. "Uh-huh.
You snapped his neck I'm afraid, but if your story checks
out, it was a case of self-defense and you won't be
charged," he said, writing something down on his
clipboard and slipping his pen into his pocket.
"So then you will take these handcuffs off, right?" I
asked.
"When you are ready to check out, I'll leave the key with
the stationed officer. I don't believe you to be a flight
risk Mr. Simonds, but procedure says we have to hold you
while we still can. Chances are you'll be free to go by
tomorrow when you leave," the cop said. The nurse had re-
entered the room.
"Officer, Mr. Simonds needs his rest after surgery. Are
you almost done?" the nurse asked.
"I am done," he said, walking past her. "Thank you for
your time Mr. Simonds,"
I laid my head back on the soft pillow as the nurse moved
next to me by the bed.
"Do you need anything else Mr. Simonds?"
"No, I'm fine, thank you," I said. She smiled and turned
off the light by my bed, walking out into the busy office
corridor. I laid there trying to contemplate everything
that had lead up to my second trip to the hospital in
less than a week, but the meds I was on were too much and
I felt my thoughts drift away and my mind slip into a
deep sleep.
*
I awoke the next morning feeling sore and stiff, but much
better than when I had first opened my eyes. The day was
bright and promised to be hot, I knew. Glancing down at
my arm, the cuffs were gone, as promised. Using my good
arm, I managed to prop myself up with some effort. I felt
a little dizzy as the blood rushed to my head, but I was
able to very carefully plant my feet on the cool linoleum
floor and stand up.
Just as I did, another nurse came in. This one was much
younger than the first one I had seen last night, which
now felt like some sort of surreal dream thanks to the
waning effects of the painkillers.
"Are you ready to check out Mr. Simonds? We can have a
wheel-chair brought around for you to take you to a
taxi," the nurse asked. She was vibrant and perky for so
early in the morning, but I couldn't help but smile at
her youthfulness and her beauty. She wasn't gorgeous by
any means, simply an ordinary girl who was sure to be
able to find an ordinary husband someday (if she didn't
already have one) and lead a nice normal life, taking
care of people who got themselves mixed up in all sorts
of things, like me.
I filled out the required paperwork and waited out front
of the hospital in a very stiff wheel chair for the cab
the hospital had called to arrive. The morning was still
a little damp with the morning dew, but everywhere the
sound of birds mingled with the far off interstate and
it's rush hour traffic. I was startled back to reality
from this serene setting by the grumbling engine of the
cab, driven by a cabby who looked like he could care less
about me or the stiff pain that I was in.
Arriving home, I noticed the police tape around the
entrance to my house, bringing back eerie similarities to
when Julie, my former assistant, had stalked and tried to
kill me. Shaking it from my head, I paid the driver and
walked very slowly and very rigidly into the house.
Making my way up the stairs was a chore, causing my
forehead to sweat and my skin to feel sticky as I passed
more police tape inside, blocking off an entire corner of
the hallway. I was surprised that they hadn't cleaned it
up yet, but a note on the hallway said that they would
arrive later in the day for the mess. The blood looked
far less horrifying in the light of the day now, a maroon
stain in bizarre shapes dotting the walls and in a big
dry puddle by the floor. I half expected a chalk outline
of where Jacob's body had been to be traced into the
carpet, but there wasn't one. Only in the movies I
thought to myself, only in the movies.
Collapsing onto a guest bed, I simply kicked my shoes off
and lay on my good side, exhausted from the car ride home
and the entire week, the overdrive my body had been on
finally easing back into a more manageable state.
The phone rang many hours later and I sat up in bed,
struggling to sit up and grab it from it's night stand. I
felt much better now, still sore but definitely on my way
to recovery.
"Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Simonds. I'm calling from BT&T long distance
and I was wondering if you are happy with your current
calling plan..." the voice on the other end said. I hung
up the phone and yanked the cord from the wall, the base
of the phone getting one final ring in as it clattered to
the floor.
Getting up, I walked around and stretched. Before I left
the hospital, they had given me a sheet of minor
stretches to do and a prescription for mild painkillers
in case the pain got a little too intense for over the
counter medicine. Following the sheets instructions, I
worked the muscles in my side for a few minutes and by
the time I was done, felt much better and definitely
ready to return to normal.
Showering, I went downstairs and devoured some leftovers
I had in the fridge. It was Monday evening now, I knew
everyone at the office would be gone. Popping a pain
killer just in case that my muscles started to ache too
much from the exercise, I sat down on the couch and
watched TV for a bit.
After about 30 minutes of this or so, I grew restless.
The painkillers were supposed to make me feel drowsy but
instead seemed to make me want to go out and do
something. I felt alert and awake, my body running on all
it's cylinders again. I decided that what I needed was a
good, stiff drink. Checking the liquor cabinet only to
find it just about dry, I went to the garage and got into
my car, heading out onto the freeway.
I headed towards downtown, but thought better of it,
feeling awake and alert and yet still not ready to deal
with clients or a crowded bar after the hell that I had
been through. Pulling off an overpass, I pulled onto what
was essentially a one street town just outside of LA, the
sign with the city name passing so fast I missed it when
I blinked. I drove down the main street of the city
looking for somewhere to stop. I found it at the only
place that seemed open besides the gas stations (it was
approaching 10 now, I guess the residents of sticks-ville
or wherever I was went to sleep pretty early), in a place
called the Rowdy Road Hog.
Despite the name, the place was actually pretty tame once
I got inside. It was mostly a couples bar - meaning, it
was a place where couples went to be alone, or desperate
men went to find women, or anyone willing to take them
home for that matter. It was smoky and smelled like stale
beer, the jukebox in the corner warbling some warped
country record as I took a seat at the bar. This was just
the place I wanted, even though I was overdressed in my
jeans and sports coat.
Ordering just a beer, rather than my usual scotch, I
downed it fairly quickly and promptly ordered another. I
saw some of the other people seated at the bar glance me
over as I drank, but they didn't seem to give me a second
thought. I didn't care. I just wanted to be left alone,
to relax and think about things by myself.
I don't know how long passed, maybe half an hour. I was
on my third beer by then and with the combination of the
pain pills was feeling pretty buzzed. Normally I'm not
the type of person who likes to lose control of their
actions, but for once it felt nice to feel uninhibited
and just let go. Which is probably why I was a little
bleary-eyed when I finally noticed a brunette sitting in
the seat next to me.
She was very attractive, although dressed in a way that
wasn't very becoming; overdone makeup and a trashy
looking outfit made her seem garish even against all the
other trailer trash in the place. She caught me looking
and I turned away, finding myself suddenly interested in
the health warnings on the back of the bottle. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw her scoot her seat down next to
me.
"Hey there handsome, I couldn't help but notice you
looking," she said. I looked up and our eyes met,
suddenly bringing about a moment of shock and revelation
to both of us.
It was Neve Campbell, the star of the now classic horror
series "Scream" and one of the main characters from
"Party of Five". Her normally pale skin was looking even
more pale in the light of the bar but there was no
doubting it was her. I had talked with her some at
various parties and get togethers and we seemed to get
along ok, but the relationship had stayed as friends-of-
friends and nothing more.
"Neve!" I said a little loudly.
"Dean! Shit, I," she said, her face turning red even
under the heavy eyeliner and lipstick she wore.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Shh...not so loud," she replied, bringing her head
closer to the bar. I did the same.
"What? What's the matter?" I said. My words felt a little
slurred but I was still sharp enough to be puzzled by
what she was doing in a dump like this.
"I...well, here's the thing. This guy I'm dating, Matt,
he well, likes seeing me pick up other guys and
then...you know..."
"No, I don't. What?"
"Have sex with them back at a motel," she blurted, her
voice almost a whisper now.
"So you came to try and pick me up?"
"No! We came here because it was so far away from the
rest of Hollywood and I thought that it would be a good
place to blend in and not get noticed by anyone who knew
me,"
"Funny, that's the same reason I came here," I said,
sipping my beer. The whole story seemed really funny to
me and I laughed to myself, but Neve was obviously very
nervous.
"Go ahead, laugh it up. You have no idea how shocked I am
to even find you here," she said, not appreciating the
humor of the situation.
"I've had a rough few days," I said quietly.
"Well, I'm sorry. But this is the first time I've ever
done anything like this and without pissing Matt off I'm
not sure how to handle things. Oh shit! Here he comes!"
Neve said, turning back around to the bar.
I heard footsteps behind me and looked up to see a
massive guy towering over me. He was dressed in raggedy
clothes and his face was unshaven. His bleached blond
hair looked out of place on his disheveled frame, like he
spent more time on his hair than on anything else.
"Hey baby," he said, squeezing in between us and giving
Neve a kiss. "So, I see you've found a new friend. Would
he be interested in what we have planned?"
"Honey, the thing is, his name is," Neve started to say
but I cut her off.
"My name is Jacob. And yes, from what your lady tells me
I think I might be interested," I said, the alcohol
taking over in my rational thinking. Normally I wouldn't
get involved in something like this - past experience in
my college days told me that they only ended badly. But I
was pretty sloshed and I was starting to feel a bit
horny, so I decided to roll with it. Neve shot me an evil
glance that only I picked up on.
"Great! Well then, shall we go?" Matt said, giving me a
slap on the back. I almost chipped my tooth on the
bottle, as he caught me in mid-sip, but I played it off
pretty coolly and stood from the bar. Neve looked
apprehensive as she too stood up and we started making
our way out of the bar to the lot outside.
Once we were out of the noisy din of the place, Matt
reached into his pocket and handed me a key.
"This is for room #8 in the Cactus Snooze Inn about 4
miles down the road. If you are still interested in our
little rendezvous, meet us there in 20 minutes," Matt
said, leading Neve to his Eclipse at the end of the lot.
I felt a little woozy but thought I could make it four
miles.
"Ok, I'll see you there!" I called after them. Neve gave
me a look that was hard to describe - it was mixture of
disgust, of anger but also of puzzlement as to why I was
doing this. The truth was, I didn't know. But with all my
problems solved for the time being, it seemed like a
semi-sane thing to do.
*
Arriving at the hotel right behind them, I took a spot
away from the row of rooms. The place was about as sleazy
as you could imagine - the sign out front didn't work,
half the rooms looked run down and the manager's office
had bullet holes, probably from past robberies. Even in
my intoxicated state I knew that this wasn't the best
motel to be at, but nevertheless I followed them inside.
"Give me just a minute before you two get started, I want
to take a quick shower," Matt said, walking right into
the bathroom and closing the door. I closed the door to
the room and watched Neve pace around nervously in front
of me.
"Thanks a fucking lot Dean," she said angrily. "I
probably could have gotten out of this thing without
having to do this but then you had to go and agree!"
"Hey, woah. You knew what you were getting into with this
just by being at the bar. And if I hadn't shown up, you'd
be in this same spot with a total stranger," I replied,
slipping off my shoes and getting more comfortable.
"Well, I can't argue there. But I still don't like being
in this position," Neve said.
I walked over to her and placed my hands on her arms. She
was trembling slightly.
"Look, let's just go along with it. I think you are a
very beautiful, sexy woman and obviously you wouldn't
have chosen me if you didn't feel at least somewhat the
same way about me," I said.
Neve giggled. "What, that you are a beautiful sexy
woman?" she said with a smile.
"Hardy har. You know what I mean. Am I right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I suppose so. But look, we can't let on that we
know each other, alright? And please, for God's sake,
wear a condom," she said.
"Of course," I replied, kissing her lightly on the
forehead. "This will be over before you know it and hey,
you might have fun,"
Neve nodded and then turned away from me. With a heavy
sigh, she reached down to her waist and lifted up her
shirt, revealing her smooth back to me. Reaching her
hands around, she unclasped her bra and slid it off her
shoulders, tossing it onto the ground. Next, she pulled
down her skirt and then proceeded to turn around, giving
me a view of her standing there in only a pair of light
blue panties and a set of fishnet stockings.
Neve's nipples were hardening in the air of the room but
she still looked like she felt awkward doing this whole
thing, as she wasn't sure exactly where to place her
hands. I sat down on one of the two double beds and took
off my pants and shirt, leaving me sitting there in only
boxers.
Neve finally calmed down a bit and came to sit next to
me, albeit not too close. I slowly moved my hand out and
placed it on her thigh. She flinched for just a second
but didn't try to push it away or move. I knew that if
she were a little bit aroused when we started this thing,
it would go smoother.
"You know that he is going to just sit there and watch us
while he jacks off," Neve said, turning her head away
from me as my hand fingered it's way through the netting
of her stockings.
"I know. But just pretend that he isn't here. I'll be as
gentle as you want, regardless of what he wants, ok?" I
said.
Neve nodded again and we both heard the water in the
shower turn off. A minute or so later, Matt walked out of
the bathroom, stark naked, as he toweled off his hair.
"Hey! Now that's what I like to see, you two are just
horny as hell aren't you?" Matt said, moving a chair away
from the table in the room and pulling it near the bed.
He took a seat. "Well Betsy, you ready to get started?"
It took a moment for Neve to recognize that she was going
by "Betsy", but she quickly shook her head yes.
"Good. Jacob my man, you may begin," Matt said, waving
his hand toward us. I noticed that he had the beginnings
of a hard on and though he was adequately equipped,
probably about 6 inches when hard, I wondered in the back
of my mind what he would think when I achieved full
length. I didn't dwell on it long and instead turned
towards "Betsy" and moved my hand from her leg to her
shoulder. My fingers trailed down her arm and onto her
chest, touching first the top of her breast and then
moving one finger at a time slowly down her nipple,
making sure my thumbnail brushed against it.
Neve had gone rigid the moment that Matt had walked out,
but now that things were starting she seemed at least a
little bit more at ease. She continued to sit very still
but allowed me to continue stroking her breast with one
hand, then the other as I felt the heat from her skin
becoming more and more intense. I slowly moved my mouth
to her breast and took it in between my lips, feeling her
hard nipple brush against my front teeth. Sucking
lightly, I took a large part of her hefty C-cup breast
into my mouth. Her skin tasted salty and sweet, the
smoothness of it creating a great contrast against my
rough tongue and lips.
Moving her hand over to my boxer-clad crotch, Neve placed
her hand on my growing cock. Moving very slowly over the
material, she grasped my shaft lightly and began to jerk
me off slightly, her motions slow and methodical. I
lifted my mouth from her breast and looked in her eyes.
The uneasiness seemed to be mostly gone, as I got lost in
her deep brown eyes. They were glazed over now with a
sexual desire that let me know that she was willing, but
nothing too fast.
I moved my mouth to her lips and we kissed, first gently
then her tongue slipping into my mouth to explore. I
returned the kiss and pulled her closer as Neve reached
into the fly on my boxers and pulled out my cock. She ran
the palm of her hand over the head, oscillating it back
and forth under her small, delicate hand. The tips of her
fingers touched me lightly as she gripped the base of my
now hard nine inch cock and began to tug more forcefully.
We continued to kiss and I saw out of the corner of my
eye Matt quite content to jerk himself off.
Neve broke the kiss and stood up from the bed, not saying
a word. She reached down to the front of her panties and
slipped a finger behind the flimsy material, testing
herself to see how wet she was. Obviously content with
her own arousal, she pulled the panties aside and moved
towards me, straddling herself on top of my legs. Her
cunt was shaven with just a slight patch of hair,
extending in a narrow line above her entrance and the
base of her pussy was flushed with arousal. Moving up my
thighs, I felt her hot sex touch my balls, causing them
to tighten slightly from her moisture and heat. Neve
again locked eyes with me and mouthed "Ready?"
I nodded as she slid further up my legs, lifting herself
slightly off my thighs so that her entrance was open and
ready for my hard cock. Reaching over on the bed to a
small traveling-bag, she took out a condom and sexily
rolled it over my shaft, making sure that it fit nice and
firmly. It was one of those "skin tight" condoms, so the
feel of it against me as I prepared to enter her was like
having nothing at all. I entered her completely within a
moment as I felt her legs come to rest on my own.
Neve sighed in contentment and leaned into me, her
breasts pressing against my chest and her head on my
shoulder. I felt her long brown hair slide over my
shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her
closer. I began to lift my hips off of the bed slowly,
pushing and pulling myself in and out of her, my balls
brushing against her firm, tender ass cheeks. Neve kept
her head on my shoulders but I could tell by the slight
squeezing of my prick by her inner walls that she was
enjoying herself.
"Hey, move where I can see!" Matt said loudly. Neve and I
couldn't help but laugh as I scooted sideways on the bed,
giving Matt a full on view of our bodies. Neve was
matching my strokes now, the lips of her pussy stretching
and sliding up and down on my rock hard shaft. We
achieved a great pace, one I had rarely ever gotten to
with any of the other women I had made love to, and it
felt like bliss for both of us, if the trickle of sexual
juices on my legs were any indication.
Neve pulled away from my chest now and lifted her arms
behind her head, folding them so that just the bottom
part of her body was moving on me, her firm tummy flexing
in and out as we fucked. Rocking back and forth like she
was riding a horse, Neve's body moved hypnotically - she
was an expert lover, that was for sure. It made me wonder
why someone like Matt would want to share her with other
men.
I placed my hands on Neve's legs and held her steady as
she continued to buck against me. Her body had a slight
sheen of sweat now, a few accumulated drops sliding down
between her breasts. The rest of her body was flushed
from the excitement and she seemed 100% committed to the
act in which we were doing.
"Now talk dirty to her man," Matt said, but I barely
listened. Neve and I were lost in a world of complete
sexual nirvana, her eyes closed tightly as she rode me
and my entire body focused on making sure that I wouldn't
be the only one to cum from this encounter. Heeding
Matt's request though, I whispered hoarsely. "Yeah Betsy,
that's it, ride my cock!"
"Betsy" opened her eyes to a squint and shot me a
devilish grin. Then she began to moan as she moved her
hands from behind her head to rub them on my chest.
"Ohhhhh Jacob, yeah that's it! Fuck my tight pussy with
that big cock!" she half-giggled, half-moaned. I sped up
the pace and we began bouncing so hard on the bed that it
made the mattress squeak. I could hear Matt's own
ministrations speeding up too, the entire room now filled
with gasps, moans and the sound of skin moving against
skin. Abruptly though, Neve slid off of my cock and onto
the floor, getting on her hands and knees just a few feet
from Matt. Her ass was thrust in the air and I needed no
further instruction as to what to do.
Moving behind her, I placed the tip of my now glistening
prick against her pussy, sliding in with the same ease of
when I first entered her body. It too didn't take very
long for me to bury myself completely inside of her once
again, dropping to my knees to make sure that I could
stabilize myself. Neve was on all fours, her breasts
swaying seductively beneath her as she gasped with my re-
entrance to her body. I rested my head on her back and
closed my eyes, facing the wall now as I began to hump
her doggy-style on the floor of this sleazy, pay-by-the-
hour motel.
Neve's ass pressed against my stomach as I rested part of
my weight on her back, holding her tightly as I sawed in
and out of her pussy. She began to grunt as my speed
began to increase, my balls tight as they slapped against
her pert little ass. Whatever motivation Matt had given
her was gone now, Neve was in her own world.
"Unnggghhhh....ahhh...yeahh....don't stop!! oooooo" she
said as I fucked her, feeling my balls begin to tighten
more as my orgasm approached.
I opened my eyes to see Matt's hand moving at a lightning
rate, his ass bucking off the chair in which he sat as he
squirmed around, tossing himself off. Glancing down at
Neve's face, I saw that she was now staring straight at
Matt, her eyes locked on his. This was the slut that he
had wanted, and it was evident that this was the slut he
had gotten. In watching her intense stare at him, I felt
something animal inside me, something primordial. This
was more than just sex, this was raw animal lust, put on
for the display of an audience by two willing
participants.
Bucking back against me, Neve shook her ass slightly and
I felt her orgasm hit her, causing little goose pimples
to form on her back while the wave of sexual pleasure
washed over her.
This torrent of sexual energy by her caused my own load
to arrive, and I shot deep and hard into the condom as I
buried myself inside of her. I felt my dick get coated
with my own jism as I held myself inside of Neve's body,
not wanting to withdraw from her. As I felt myself soften
a bit, I carefully lifted my prick out of her deep snatch
and rolled the condom off, holding it up so that no semen
escaped. I was about to throw it away when Matt stopped
me.
"NO! Don't throw it yet, I'm close!" he said, extending a
hand to take it from me. I gave it to him as he stood up,
holding his prick open at the base of the condom.
Sticking the head in slightly, his own orgasm erupted and
he filled the condom to it's brim with the mixture of his
and my own juices. Shuddering, he pinched off the last
little drop of cum and handed the condom to Neve.
"Drink it Betsy, slurp it up!" he said to her. Neve took
it in her hand and looked at it for a moment. I thought
for sure that she wasn't going to do it, but the sexual
hunger in her was still raging and she held the latex to
her lips, allowing the slimy fluids to slide into her
mouth and down her throat. A little bit escaped from her
lips and ran down the corner of her mouth sexily as she
drank the entire contents of the condom, not hesitating
one bit to swallow it's contents. Tossing it aside, she
laid down on her back, her chest heaving and her mouth
sticky with cum. I sat down on the bed and pulled my
pants back up, watching her lost in her own sexual bliss.
"Dean, that was amazing," Neve said softly. I froze.
"Dean? I thought you said you're name was Jacob?" Matt
said, a bit of anger rising in his voice.
"It's Dean, and I knew him from a long time ago. You were
just too dumb to see it when we were at the bar," Neve
said, still in a bit of a dreamy state.
"What? God damn it Neve, you set me up!" Matt screamed. I
knew that I had to get out of there quickly so I pulled
my clothes to the other side of the bed and dressed
hurriedly. Neve had sat up now and was clutching her
knees with her arms, her freshly fucked pussy soaking the
carpet beneath her slightly.
Putting on my shoes and shirt, I moved along the wall
towards the door. Matt's body was heaving with anger now
and I knew that he could go off any second. For her part
though, Neve seemed to be enjoying this.
I opened the door and stepped out into the night air as
Matt finally noticed me and bolted from his chair towards
the door, still naked. I darted out towards my car,
grabbing my keys from my pocket and inserting them into
the driver's door in one fluid motion as Matt ran out
into the harsh light of the motel parking lot, naked. I
paused for a moment when I saw Neve standing in the
doorway - part of me screamed that she might be in
trouble, but from the powerless look on Matt's face I
felt that she would probably be pretty safe. Matt stood,
shivering a bit in the air as he turned from watching me
to watching Neve.
"Thanks again Dean, that was much better than I thought
it would be," Neve called to me. I smiled, but still
watched Matt hesitantly.
"So, how's it feel to be made a cuckold Matt?" Neve
laughed, her naked body framed by the fluorescent light
behind her in the room. Matt just stood there, shaking
his head. Finally, Neve had had enough. "Oh baby, I'm
just teasing you. So what if Dean was a better fuck than
you'll ever be? You can have me anytime you want. Now get
your ass in here and make love to me!"
Matt gave me one final look and then trudged back into
the hotel room, slamming the door. I got into my car and
headed home, laughing to myself that Neve, who had seemed
so docile through out the whole encounter, had more spunk
(no pun intended) in her than I imagined.
*
Getting home, the house was still dark and the memories
of what had happened came flooding back. The effects of
the alcohol had worn off early on during my encounter
with Neve and now it was back to reality. As I walked in
and set my keys on the counter, the phone rang. I was
going to ignore it, but something inside me told me to
pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Dean? Are you ok?" the other voice said. I recognized it
immediately - it was Natalie Portman, my girlfriend. Just
hearing her voice brought back memories of what Jacob had
said, about her turning on me. It was time to find out
the truth.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, I've been calling your house all night, I was
afraid something might have happened to you," Natalie
said.
"Something did happen. Something has been happening this
past week. But I'm sure you know nothing about that,
right?"
"What are you talking about?" Natalie said, confusion in
her voice.
"Don't play games with me Natalie, you are a terrible
liar. Just confess to what happened with Jacob and maybe
we can still be friends," I said bitingly to her. The
moment of truth had arrived. There was a long silence on
the other end.
"You...you don't understand Dean. You haven't been in
this business long enough to know when things are going
sour. I...I know that it may seem like I betrayed you but
it was all about," she said but I cut her off.
"It was all about business?" I replied coldly.
"Ye...yes. I never meant to hurt you. In fact, I fell in
love with you! But when Jacob came to me and told me what
you had done and had been doing, it was just too much to
ignore," she said, her voice shaking now. I felt a lump
in my throat as I finally realized just how much of a
poison my half-brother had been on my life.
"So you signed with him, turned your back on me and were
probably fucking him whenever you got a chance, is that
it?" I said angrily, hoping my fierceness covered over
the heart break I was going through with each agonizing
second.
"No, I never slept with him. It was strictly business,"
she said, her own voice leveling off a little.
"Strictly business huh," I said wistfully. "Well, here's
some strictly business for you. You're fired from my firm
and consider yourself dumped,"
The words hurt to say, but after everything that I had
been through, and how the thought of Natalie staying true
to me had kept me going through all the pain and
confusion, to hear her say that it was a business thing,
nothing more, crushed me to the core.
"Dean, don't do this! I love you!" Natalie blurted out.
"It's too late for that Natalie. See you around," I said,
hanging up the phone on her.
A moment later she called back, but I just let it ring
and ring and ring. She continued to try for another half
an hour as I sat on the couch, watching the phone ring.
Finally she gave up and I was left in the silence of my
massive, lonely mansion once again.
I showered and trudged into bed. Laying awake, I tossed
and turned for a few hours. I was incredibly hurt - I
felt more pain physically, emotionally and mentally than
I could ever think possible. But, as had always been the
case when a long relationship ended in my life, I began
to feel a ray of hope. Tomorrow was a new day, and I was
now officially unencumbered by anything and anyone to try
and stop me.
I would miss Natalie, that I knew. But time would make
things easier, time would allow us to be first civil then
to be friends with one another. And in the meantime, as
the healing continued, there was a whole world out there
waiting for me to conquer, waiting for the Dean Simonds
of my early days here in Hollywood to return. I would be
alright.
Chapter 29: Cameron Diaz
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