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Story title : Journal of an Agent: Cameron Diaz
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 29 - Cameron Diaz
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
"Come on asshole, didn't you see me trying to get over?"
I yelled at the car in front of me, banging my hand on
the steering wheel in frustration. I was stuck in rush
hour traffic and the car in front of me - some soccer mom
who obviously didn't belong on the Los Angeles freeway -
decided that it was acceptable to cut me off in order to
gain a measly one car length on me. Settling back in my
seat with a frustrated grunt, this was not how I wanted
to start my day.
I sat idly in my car, listening to the morning DJ prattle
on about God knows what. I had been stuck here for two
hours now and though rush hour was nothing new to me, it
was still a pain in the ass to have someone cut you off
when every little inch you moved forward counted. My mind
wandered as I watched the cars on the other side of the
freeway zoom along, heading out of the city rather than
being like us fools and going into it. I was startled
back to attention by my cell phone ringing.
"Hello?" I said into it. The reception out here was
horrible and I was greeted by a bunch of static. Finally
though, a voice came through.
"Dean! I'm so glad I caught you! It's Cameron," the voice
said. I recognized it immediately, the girlish tone of
her voice unmistakable. It was Cameron Diaz and, since
the clock on my car now read 9:03, that meant I was
officially at work with dealing with the Hollywood
talent, traffic jam be damned.
"Hi Cameron, what can I do for you?" I asked, still
glaring angrily at the van in front of me.
"Well you see Dean, I've been a bad girl," Cameron said
in her most innocent sounding voice. Great, she wanted to
play games. Well, I didn't have much choice so I played
along.
"What did you do Cameron?" I said, talking to her in the
most saccharine voice I could muster, coming across
sounding like I was talking to a small child.
"Last night, I got into some trouble. Namely, I ran three
red straight red lights and was doing 140 in a 45 mph
zone," Cameron said, her voice uneasy as she admitted her
guilt. "And the thing is, I didn't have my wallet with me
or anything. You see, I had just come from a club and had
been drinking a little and..." she said, but I cut her
off.
"Jesus! You realize you were going almost 100 miles over
the speed limit?" I said, more shocked than anything. At
least she was alive - better for her to be in legal
trouble than laying in a morgue somewhere, that's for
sure. Cameron brought in some pretty sizeable
contributions to Shooting Stars, even in spite of the
fact that she had yet to carry a picture by herself
successfully.
"Yes Dean, the officer already explained that to me. Now,
as I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted, I was
drinking a little and the officer who pulled me over
wanted my ID. After trying to sweet talk him a bit, it
was no use and I dug around in my car trying to find it.
The only thing was, I didn't have it with me. I must have
left it at the club, I think.
Last night was a bit of a blur. Any ways, when I didn't
have the wallet the officer told me he had no choice but
to bring me into the station, considering I had been
drinking and was probably a serious threat to myself and
the rest of the road. So, needless to say, I , Cameron
Diaz have now spent the night in the Los Angeles Police
Department station #5251 and I'm more than ready to get
the fuck out of here," she said, finally pausing to take
a breath.
"Ok, so then pay your bail and get out of there," I said,
rubbing my eyes already at what was going to prove to be
a long day, I could tell.
"I don't have my wallet! Weren't you listening to what I
said? I need you to come here and prove that I'm who I
say I am and get me out of here!" Cameron said
impatiently. Normally she was a pretty level headed, down
to earth girl but right now the star mentality had taken
over and she was trying to pull her clout on me. It
wasn't going to work.
"Alright Cameron, where are you at?" I asked.
I heard her muffle the phone for a second while she asked
a cop directions on getting to the station. She repeated
them to me and I jotted them down in my Palm Pilot.
"Christ, that's on the other side of town," I said. "I'm
stuck in mid-morning traffic, you're going to have to
wait for a little while Cameron,"
"But Deeeeaaaannn!!! I don't want to wait here any
longer, I want to get away from this shit hole," Cameron
whined, definitely one of her less endearing qualities.
"I'll be there as soon as I can," I told her. "Just sit
tight and uhh...don't make eye contact with anyone,"
I hung up the phone before she could complain some more
and called Damon at the office.
"Yo Dean, what's up?" he said.
"Damon, listen. I'm stuck here in traffic. I know you're
jamming on that paperwork right now, but could you find a
news station and tell me the best way to get out of this
mess? I have to go bail Cameron Diaz out of jail," I
said.
Damon laughed. "Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. Call me back when you have a fair idea.
I'm right off of the Santa Monica expressway, mile marker
173," I said. I hung up and waited, sighing to myself at
the joys that lay ahead for today.
*
45 minutes later, Damon finally called me back.
"Sorry Dean, the morning show had a couple of guests on
and I had to wait till they left for the traffic report
again. Where are you at now?" he asked.
"I'm at mile marker 175, having moved 2 miles since you
last talked to me," I sighed.
"Ok, good. Get in the right hand lane and about three
miles up the road there is an off ramp. Get off there and
turn around, take a right at exit #259 and you should be
able to bypass all that," he said.
"Good man Damon, thanks," I said. I suddenly remembered
Cameron. "I'll be into the office in a few hours, I need
to go help Cameron out or else she will be majorly
pissed."
"I know, she called here first. She sounded very upset.
Gotta do some damage control on her ego I guess?" Damon
asked, laughing. His joke made me feel better - damage
control was a running joke between the two of us for when
a star threw a hissy fit for not getting what they want.
"Yes, damage control to the max. I'll see you in a
while," I said, hanging up again.
*
I finally arrived at the police station around 11:00AM,
which thankfully was just early enough to avoid the lunch
time crowd. Walking into the station, I could feel the
cops giving me a leery eye. My suit looked expensive, my
shoes were some of the finest leather available and the
tie I was wearing probably cost a third of their weekly
paycheck. And in spite of the fact that I had the utmost
respect for law enforcement in this country, I still felt
like I was being judged.
"Hi, I'm here to post bail for someone that you are
holding?" I said to the secretarial officer at the front
desk.
"Sign this," she said, handing me a form without even
bothering to look up.
"Don't you need to know her name?" I asked, a little
baffled by the complete lack of effort on her part.
"Honey, I took one look at you and I knew exactly who you
were here for. Just sign the form, we will take care of
the rest," she said. I proceeded to fill it out and then
handed it to her a moment later. She took a quick glance
and then rose from her chair.
"Wait right there," she said as she walked down a long
linoleum hallway and disappeared out of sight.
I stood there for a moment, looking around at how my tax
dollars were being spent. The squad room had three other
cops in it - two of which were having a heated discussion
over a cup of coffee and some donuts while the third sat
at a desk, listening to the radio frequency and
coordinating officers in the field. He looked bored
beyond comprehension. The first officer emerged from the
hallway a few minutes later, with Cameron in tow. She
held Cameron by the crook of her elbow like a child,
something that Cameron appeared to be none too pleased
with.
It was obvious that Cameron really had been at a club the
night before. The outfit she wore - a pair of bright pink
of shiny pink plastic hot pants did little to cover most
of lower body. Her tanned and graceful legs walked
steadily down the hall, her medium sized chest held
loosely by a tight white spaghetti top. Cameron's blond
hair was pulled back in a pony tail behind her head and
her face, even though it looked like she had been through
hell the previous night, nevertheless shone brightly with
a smile when she saw me.
"Hi Dean," she called as she was led to a seat near the
female officer's station, forced to sit down while I
spoke with the officer.
"Alright, bail comes to $500 even. Check or credit card?"
the woman asked. I pulled out the company credit card and
gave it to her. She took it and swiped it through her
machine and a moment later a receipt was printing up next
to her.
"Sign this receipt and you're all done. Luckily we
decided not to press charges on Ms. Diaz, but she will be
served a rather sizeable ticket within a week or so. If
she fails to pay it, she'll be seeing us again, only then
it won't be nearly as cordial or effortless as this
time," the officer said.
"Trust me, she will pay it," I said to her, shooting
Cameron a look that let her know that she couldn't use
her celebrity to get out of this. I felt like a father
figure, getting her out like this. Cameron didn't look at
me, but was instead focused intently on the floor in
front of her. I signed the paper and handed it back to
the officer and Cameron walked to me, giving me a
tremendous hug.
"Thanks Dean, I owe you so much. Now can we leave this
hell hole?" Cameron asked, her deep blue eyes locked on
my own in a pleading for relief from the nightmare she
had gotten into.
"Just one more thing officer," I said to the woman at the
desk as Cameron shifted her weight on her feet
impatiently behind me. "Where can we pick up her car? I
doubt very much that she was allowed to drive here on her
own free will,"
"Here, this is the address of the towing company that we
use. They impounded it last night but you'll have to
settle up the fees with them when you get there," the cop
said, handing me a business card for Hollywood & Vine
Towing.
"Thanks," I said and Cameron and I were out the door.
Climbing into my car, Cameron suddenly became very
apologetic.
"I know I ruined your morning Dean and I'm sorry. I don't
know what I was thinking. I could have easily been killed
or killed someone else last night. But I think once you
see my car you might understand why I was trying to get
it up as fast as it would go," she said as I headed back
on the freeway. Luckily Hollywood & Vine Towing wasn't
too far away from the office - maybe I could salvage this
morning after all and get into the office and have a semi
normal day. Then again, I had noticed that when it came
to celebrities, nothing ever worked out according to
plan.
Cameron and I talked a little bit and it was obvious that
she was a little uncomfortable being stuck in her
clubbing clothes out here in the middle of the day. She
kept fidgeting with the pants especially, trying to pull
them down further along her long, tanned legs, the
plastic making squeaking sounds as she moved around on my
leather seats. Cutting in through the city, we managed to
get to the towing place in just about 45 minutes, which
meant that I would only be 4 hours late getting back into
work if the towing company didn't hassle us too much.
Despite the illustrious sounding name, Hollywood & Vine
Towing was not what I expected it to be. A small lot, not
even half the size of any of the car dealerships that you
found in the more affluent part of town, the office for
the place looked dingy and rundown, having seen many
tenants over the years. Wrecked and shattered cars strewn
the lot like beached whales, their owners having long
forgotten about them. We pulled in and parked but Cameron
seemed hesitant to get out.
"Dean, I can't go in there. I know that once they
recognize me they will drive the towing price way up,
just to get more out of us," Cameron said.
"Us? Cameron, you are paying for this yourself," I said.
"Me then. They will try to rip ME off. You know that
Dean, so why don't you just go in there and handle it?"
Cameron asked, correcting herself.
"Well, first of all I don't even know what kind of car it
is," I said incredulously. I was tempted to just yank
Cameron out of the car and make her be held accountable
for what she had done, but I was paid to get stars out of
jams like this so my more rational mode of thinking took
over.
"It's a jet black Porsche 911. It's a 2002," Cameron
said. She fished into her tight pants, looking for the
keys. "Shit, I guess they took the keys when they brought
me in,"
"Alright, fine. I'll go in and see what I can do," I said
to her with a sigh. I stepped out of the car and walked
towards the entrance, glancing back to see Cameron
nervously watching me, hoping a star of her caliber
wouldn't be spotted in a place like this.
Stepping inside, the office was sweltering hot and reeked
of unknown car fluids. The walls were yellowish from the
countless amount of cigarettes that had been smoked
through the years and I felt like I needed a shower just
by stepping into the office. Walking up to the fake wood
counter, I glanced over it to see a young girl, probably
no older than 15, listening to a CD player as she read a
book. There was a bell on the counter and I rang it, as
the girl had not seen me walk in.
She was startled by the loud chime of the dirty bell and
looked up, sliding her headphones off.
"Help you?" she said, popping a bubble in the gum in her
mouth.
"Yes, I need to get a car out that you towed here last
night," I said to her. The girl rose from her chair and
walked over to the wall behind her, looking in a metal
filing cabinet for a folder with last night's tows.
"What model?" she asked, leafing through the folder in
her hands. I could still hear the rap music playing
loudly through her head phones.
"It's a uh...Porsche 911. 2002 model. Black," I said,
uneasy at having to confess to having such a nice car
held at this place. The girl found the form she was
looking for and pulled it from the folder, the keys taped
on with a fingerprint smudged piece of scotch tape.
"Oh, so YOU'RE the fast driver that got yanked by the
pigs last night," she said, smiling at me. Her teeth were
crooked but her smile still carried some of that innocent
child like glee that only the young, untarnished by the
world can exhibit. I thought for a moment about spilling
my guts, saying it was Cameron's car and maybe offering
an autograph for a lower rate. But then I thought about
what Cameron said and thought better of it. In this town,
there was a level of bourgeoisie hatred for the rich and
the famous and Cameron was probably right about the
billing structure.
"Yeah, that was me. I drank a little too much and got
pulled over. But I'm out now and I'd like my car please,"
I said, my face now sweating from the staleness of the
office.
"Ok, chill out dude. What, do you have some big
investment meeting to go to or something?" the girl said,
angry at my demands to leave.
"No young lady, as a matter of fact I'm self-employed and
just need a vehicle. I've had a long week and I just want
to go home," I said, apologetically. Sometimes sucking up
my pride was the best way to get things done, even if it
meant admitting being wrong. The girl handed me the keys
and a form to pay. I pulled out my credit card and paid
the towing bill - $250 - and turned to leave.
"Take a left when you walk out the door, and give
Fernando your bill. He'll clear it out so that you can
drive away," the girl said as I stood in the doorway, the
barred glass open halfway between the fresh air outside
and the un-circulated stench of the office.
"Thanks," I said.
"Hey mister, one more thing. You said you are self-
employed...what do you...do exactly?" the girl asked. Her
tough-with-the-customers attitude was gone now and she
seemed like a kid again, just looking to find a better
job than the one she had now.
"I'm an agent. I represent stars," I said, realizing as
soon as the words left my mouth that she would inevitably
ask more questions. I saw her eyes go wide with
amazement.
"Wow, really? Anyone I would have heard of?" the girl
asked, coming around the counter now to talk to me.
"Yes, I'm sure you have. But listen, I have to go. My
office number is on the paperwork, call me if you need a
job and maybe I can set you up with something. But bring
lots of references," I said, feeling a little guilty at
leading this girl, whom I really didn't have a job for,
on.
"You mean it? Wow, thanks sir! I'll call next week and
try to come in, if that's ok," she said.
"Great. Now I really must be going," I said, darting out
of the office.
I hustled around back and gave the receipt to a Hispanic
man who was working on a beat up old Ford truck as I
approached.
"You Fernando?" I asked.
"Si. You need your car?" he asked, his voice heavy with a
Spanish accent. I imagine that his English was very
limited, knowing just enough to get by. And yet, he
smiled and seemed eager to help me as I gave him the bill
and he backed up a few cars so that I could drive out to
the main entrance.
Pulling up next to my car, I was surprised to see the
teenage girl standing next to the driver's window,
talking to Cameron. As I walked around to them, I thought
that Cameron would be annoyed at being hassled by the
girl, but it was quite the opposite - both were joking
and laughing at some joke whose punch line I had missed.
The girl turned to face me.
"Wow Mr. Simonds, you weren't kidding! You're job must be
soooo cool and soooo easy," she said with girlish glee.
Cameron was watching our exchange with a smirk, knowing
that the life of an agent was neither easy nor really
that cool.
"Some days it's not as great as it sounds," I said,
handing Cameron the keys to her car. "It's all yours
Cameron,"
"Thanks. So Dean, are you really going to give Ashley
here a job? She seems like a nice girl," Cameron said,
stepping out of the car and standing next to the girl. I
hated being put on the spot like that so I said that yes,
we might be able to find some kind of part-time work for
her.
Ashley giggled in excitement but broke away from us when
the sound of a phone ringing in the office drifted out
through the still open office door.
"Oops, I better get that. It was nice meeting you Ms.
Diaz, and let me just say I loved The Sweetest Thing,"
Ashley said, bounding back to the building. "See you
later!"
Cameron stood laughing a little bit but I wasn't too
amused at her antics.
"Didn't want to deal with them huh?" I said to her.
"Well, she seemed nice enough. Besides, if you can't hire
her I could always use someone to tidy up my house on the
weekends. Good help is hard to find you know," Cameron
said, walking towards her car.
"Yeah, you're right. And by the way Cameron, that is a
really nice car and I think I can understand, though I
still don't approve of, what you did last night," I said.
Cameron laughed. "You should see how this thing handles
on a straight away road. It could take any car you have
any day," she said.
I laughed a little too at the challenge. "Oh, is that
so?"
"Yep. Say, why don't we get together when you get done at
the office today, say maybe midnight tonight or so, and I
can really show you what it can do. I'll even race you
against whatever you can bring against me," Cameron said.
"Isn't that what got you in trouble, and netted me a $750
dollar bill on my credit card, in the first place?" I
asked.
"Yes, but I know a road that's isolated and where the
cops don't care about street racing. It's just outside of
the valley, I go there every now and then with some of my
friends. Are you man enough to take me on?" Cameron said,
enjoying the competitiveness of the proposed race.
"Oh, I'm more than man enough," I said, accepting her
challenge. "Midnight you say?"
"Yeah. I'll swing by your office then with a check to pay
you back and then you can follow me out. How does that
sound?" Cameron said. There was something strangely
alluring about racing a fast car against a beautiful
woman. I couldn't resist.
"Excellent, I'll see you then," I said, getting into my
car. "But just be ready, you better be a better driver
than I think you are or I'll leave you in the dust.
Remember, I grew up in New York, one of the most
dangerous places to drive,"
"We'll see," Cameron said, walking over to her car. Her
tiny, firm ass shone in the plastic pants in the mid-
afternoon sunlight. She looked like a model, carried
herself like a female comedian but acted like a normal,
every day girl. I watched her drive out and then followed
her for a block, the loud techno music blaring out of her
open windows as I turned onto the freeway and left her,
heading back to the office.
When I arrived there, I recounted to Damon the exploits
of the morning, even mentioning the young girl who seemed
to want a job so desperately.
"Do you think you could find something for her to do?" I
asked him, sitting on the corner of his desk.
"I think so. One of the girls just quit, her boyfriend
knocked her up. I say we give her a chance and see how it
goes. The worst that could happen would be that we fire
her and she goes back to her everyday, normal job," Damon
said.
I nodded and walked away into my office. The day went by
quicker than I thought, with the phone staying relatively
quiet and the paperwork I had been dreading actually
being much lighter than I had originally thought. As
11:00 that night rolled around, I even had a chance to
read through a month's worth of Variety, re-immersing
myself in the industry and the box office takes.
I was happy to see that "Spiderman", Kirsten Dunst's
first wide audience film had shattered records, if only
briefly before "Star Wars" and Natalie Portman's film
opened. I twinged a little at the thought of having
broken up with Natalie and wondered where she would go
now for management. I was sure she would land on her feet
somewhere, and didn't feel quite as bad since I had
renegotiated her deal for all the "Star Wars" merchandise
royalties she would get just a few months before.
I heard Cameron's horn about 11:45 or so and walked
outside to meet her. The same CD I had heard earlier in
the day was still blaring from her car stereo but she had
obviously gone home and cleaned herself up, as she leaned
against the sleek metallic frame of the vehicle.
Her blond hair now framed her face loosely, a few strands
dangling into her eyes as was the style currently in
Hollywood. She wore a pair of black leather pants that
seemed to glisten just as brightly in the dim light of
the parking lot as her car. Her top had changed also now,
a sleeveless blouse thing that clung to her narrow frame
beautifully. She grinned as she waited for me to lock up
the office and set the security alarm.
"You ready to race?" she said, walking towards me.
Handing me the money that she owed me, I pocketed it and
nodded, climbing into my car. She got halfway in and then
turned to yell at me.
"Try to keep up on the way there, ok?" she said with a
wide grin, that same beautiful smile that had aroused so
many men since they first saw her in "The Mask". I just
shook my head and climbed in and before I had even
started the ignition, Cameron was off. Hustling to catch
up to her, it wasn't until two stoplights later (both of
which, I was glad to see, she obeyed) that I pulled up
behind her. I had taken out the company BMW Roadster, as
I didn't have time to go home and get something faster.
Nevertheless, I doubted that when push came to shove that
the race would be long enough for her higher performance
car to really smoke me.
We drove along the mostly empty freeway, Cameron being a
little playful as we drove, trying to lose me in traffic.
The most distance she managed to get on me though was a
couple car lengths, but even that was closed up by the
time I saw her get off the exit and onto a state road out
in the middle of nowhere. We drove up and down a series
of hills for about 15 minutes, the sleekness and finesse
of our cars dancing with each other in the light of the
full moon overhead. The road was pretty well maintained
for a state road, something that surprised me given that
a lot of the more rural parts of the Valley were pretty
much abandoned by the state's work crews. As we drove
along, I saw numerous tire marks on the road, and even a
few shattered pieces of fiberglass and metal. We were
obviously not the first people to try and race down such
an empty road.
Cameron slammed on her breaks in front of me and cut to
the right sharply, heading up an embankment. I barely had
enough time to keep from slamming into the back of her
but managed to keep up after a slight squealing of my
tires. We drove over the grassy knoll and down a hill to
a totally empty street a few hundred feet below. As I
drew closer, I saw that the road was as perfectly
straight as one would ever expect a road to be, and
seemed to stretch on for miles in both directions, it's
start and end invisible to me in shadows of the valley
hills.
We continued down the hill as Cameron eased her car into
the middle of one of the lanes. I followed her, sliding
up next to her in the other lane. The road ahead looked
pitch black dark, the hills of the valley and the trees
surrounding it blocking out any light that might have
come through from any neighboring cities. Cameron shut
her car off and stepped out.
"Well, here we are. Nothing but straight black top for
the next two miles. I come here every now and then when
I'm looking for a thrill...racing always gets me worked
up, gets my energy flowing," Cameron said, dangling her
keys against her slim hips.
"What about cops? We don't want a repeat of last night,
especially if I get caught. There wouldn't be anyone to
bail you out," I said sarcastically.
"Nope. The local jurisdiction turns the other way for
this sort of thing. You should see it in the fall. People
come from all over the world to race this street. The
cops won't shut it down because all those racers have to
stay somewhere and it's good for the local town
economies," Cameron said.
"And tonight?" I asked.
"We should be okay. The only thing to watch out for is a
car coming at you head on. But you should be able to see
them coming and get out of the way in time, hopefully,"
Cameron said. "Now, you want to hear the rules?"
"You have rules for this?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"I guess I might as well since I drove all the way out
here,"
"Ok, it's simple. When we start, which will be a synched
up stop watch for each of us," she said, tossing me the
watch, whose face glowed in the dark. "It's a two mile
shot straight down the road. Their isn't a finish line,
but there is a big oak tree on your side of the road. I'm
talking MASSIVE. It's branches hang over the road and
you'll be able to see it. First one past that, wins. If
we tie, you'll just have to be fast on your stop watch
and hit it the second that you pass the tree. It's a
gentleman's bet more or less so we will just have to
trust one another," Cameron finished.
"Sounds good. Actually, too good. Like you've done this
all before. But I have to ask, what are we playing for?
You can't have a race like this and not expect for me to
ask for something in return," I said, grinning.
"The rush you get from racing should be enough for
anyone," Cameron said with a heavy sigh. "But I GUESS if
you want to wager something, let's say that if I win you
tear up my check and eat the cost of last night,"
"What do I get if I win?" I asked.
"You can keep the check and maybe I'll even throw in a
congratulatory kiss," Cameron said slyly.
"A kiss? You want me to risk my life for a kiss?" I
responded in unbelieving jest.
"Well, maybe a little something more. Ok, enough
talk...let's get to it!" she said.
We both returned to our cars and I rolled down the
driver's window to talk to her. Cameron held up her stop
watched and started her vehicle. Over the roar of the
engine coming to life she shouted. "Push the middle
button on the watch. See how it says 12:14?"
"Yes!" I yelled back.
"When it hits 12:16, we go. And trust me, they are set
the EXACT same in time," Cameron said. "I'll see you at
the finish line!"
She rolled up her window and I did the same, starting my
car. I glanced over at Cameron but the windows of her
Porsche were too hard to see into. All I could make out
was her slender frame, hunched over the steering wheel
ready to go. Placing the stop watch on the dashboard
securely, I watched the seconds tick by.
12:15 17 seconds...
Cameron revved her engine and flipped on her brights. I
made sure my seat belt was buckled and continued to watch
the clock.
12:15 29 seconds...
I slowly put the tip of my toe on the gas while the other
foot held down the break. I had a full tank so I was more
than ready to haul ass. My car was bright red during the
daytime but looked like a maroon demon as the moon light
over head reflected off the hood, bathing each and every
curve and contour of the pristine vehicle in a pale
light.
12:15 52 seconds...
I got set and took a deep breath, ready to start.
55...
56...
57...
58...
59...
12:16! GO!!!
I jammed down hard on the accelerator, causing my back
wheels to spin slightly. But it was only for a moment, as
less than a second later I was shot forward on the road,
barely able to maintain control. Cameron, being more
experienced with racing her car, had no trouble getting
going and was quickly putting some distance between me
and her. I glanced down at the speedometer as it raced
from 45 mph to 60 to 75 to 85 to 100. When it hit 100,
the world outside seemed to blur and I felt the car shake
some. This was a fine tuned machine, well suited for top
speeds on the Autobahn or somewhere else, but it was also
a couple years old and I had never floored it like this.
Maintaining control, I finally pulled close to Cameron as
the trees outside in the pitch black dark of the road
zoomed by.
I continued to accelerate and almost overtook Cameron
when I saw the oak tree she was speaking up straight
ahead, and coming at me quickly now. Sweat trickled down
the back of my neck from the excitement as I did
everything I could to catch up to her. We pulled even for
what felt like forever but could only be a split second,
and then she tapped some unknown part of her vehicle that
I hadn't anticipated and pulled ahead of me just enough
for me to realize, as I zoomed under the oak tree, that I
had lost.
Letting up on the gas, I was in for an unwelcome surprise
- the road curved almost immediately after the finish
line and I was set to crash into the side of the hill if
I didn't stop and NOW! I slammed on the brake and tried
to wrestle control of the car back from the grip of the
speed it had hit, the wheel suddenly feeling heavy as my
pace slowed at an agonizing rate. I jerked as hard as I
could on the wheel and felt the car start to go into a
spin, the sites all around me moving in a circle. I could
hear the squealing of the rubber on my tires outside as I
slowed down but the hill continued to come faster and
faster at me. All of this happened within a second,
although it felt like forever. Finally, as I was just
about to brace myself for a quick and hopefully painless
death, the car rocked on it's wheels and stopped.
My body was so tense, my heart racing wildly in my chest
and sweat now pouring down my face that I couldn't even
move for a second. My knuckles were white as I caught my
breath, holding onto the steering wheel like some kind of
life preserver. My leg ached from pressing down on the
brake so hard, but it was only when Cameron walked to my
car and tapped on the window that I came back to reality
and realized how tense I was. It was a scary feeling,
knowing I could have crashed, but I could most certainly
see the thrill in it. The way my adrenaline was pumping
and my body running on all gears felt like the bliss of
ten orgasms all at once. If my mind wasn't screaming at
me for doing something so stupid, I would have enjoyed it
even more.
Cameron motioned for me to roll down the window. With a
shaky, tentative hand, I did.
"Well, at least you stopped. Jesus Dean, you look pale as
hell! Are you all right?" Cameron asked.
"Ye...yeah, I think so," I replied, my voice scratchy in
my throat. "You didn't tell me about that curve. I could
have killed myself back there,"
"Na, you were fine. Besides, not telling you made the
entire experience more thrilling, didn't it?" Cameron
asked, leaning against my car now, her long fingers
thumping on the window lightly. "Well, I won. Get out
here so I can watch you tear up that check!"
I nodded and slowly opened my door, my legs wobbly but my
heart still racing from the experience of the race. The
feeling was not something I can aptly describe, it was
just like an entire rush of energy had washed over me.
Now it was my turn to lean against the car as I pulled
the check from my pocket and handed it to her.
"Uh-uh. I want to see YOU tear it up," Cameron grinned. I
held the check up to her eye level and tore it in first
two parts, then another two, then one more set of two. I
let the pieces twinkle to the ground like confetti, and
it was then that I realized that we were standing in the
middle of the road, blocking both lanes - well, my car
was at least. Cameron had stopped completely casually a
ways back and pulled off to the side of the road.
"Thank you! Now move your car so you don't get hit by
anyone who might come along and let's go celebrate my
victory!" Cameron bubbled excitedly. She climbed into my
car and I started the engine, beginning to do a three
point turn when I spotted, not too far down the road, a
car approaching. Even in the dim light of the road, I
could see the two lights on top and knew that we might be
fucked if we didn't go quickly.
Cameron saw it too. "Shit, the cops! Ok, pull over to the
side of the road real quick, up by my car," she said. I
followed her instructions and shut off the engine as we
both watched the cop car pause first by her car and then
slowly move towards mine. I thought for sure that the cop
had seen the whole thing and we were both going to be in
trouble for such a stupid, pointless race. Cameron
however had other ideas.
Leaning across the seat quickly, she began to kiss me.
Not just a light peck on the lips either, but a full
mouth kiss, tongue and all. Her mouth tasted sweet and
delicate but it caught me totally off guard. I was
puzzled as to what she was doing when I noticed out of
the corner of my eye a flashlight peering in through my
passenger window. Cameron's body was half on me, half off
and she was squirming around wildly, her narrow hips
bumping against my crotch and giving me a quickly growing
hard on.
"Grab my tits, we need to put on a good show," Cameron
whispered to me. I heeded her advice and grasped her
breasts roughly with one hand while I held onto the small
of her back with the other. Cameron's breasts felt much
larger than I think they really were as they hung down
against my neck like that, but I wasn't complaining - the
diametric differences between her soft orbs and the
roughness of her nipples through the fabric of her shirt
was an interesting feel to say the least.
There was a tap on the glass of the window. Kissing me
deeply one more time, Cameron plopped down in her seat,
straightened herself out and put on a big smile for the
cop as she rolled down the window, as if nothing had
happened. I was still in a state of shock, the
combination of adrenaline from the race and the sexual
energy from our groping making my head spin.
"You know it's illegal to pull over to the side of the
road like this," the officer, whose face I couldn't see
because of his height, said to us.
"We're sorry officer, I guess we got a little carried
away," Cameron said sweetly.
"Whose car is that?" he asked, all business.
"It's mine sir. I have a confession to make - I needed to
go to the bathroom and since my boyfriend Dean here was
following me, he pulled over too. We both got out,
stretched and well, one thing let to another I guess,"
Cameron said, feigning innocent in a way that I never
thought possible.
"Well, you two need to move along now. If you'd like to
continue your own personal business further, I recommend
renting a motel room. There are a handful of them just a
few miles north of here," the cop said, finally lowering
his face so that we could see him. In the pale moonlight,
his freshly shaven face looked mysterious and ragged, the
emptiness of his pores only accentuated more by the cold
stare he was giving us.
"Yes sir, we will head that way right away," Cameron said
to him with a smile. The cop's tough guy persona vanished
for a moment and he smiled back.
"Ok. You two be careful out there, you hear? Lot of kids
come down this road to race their souped up cars and if
you aren't careful you might be slammed into one of them
before you can even react," the cop said. "Take care and
move along,"
Cameron nodded at him and we both watched as he climbed
back into his patrol car, scribbled something down for a
moment and then continued on past us. My adrenaline rush
was finally starting to ebb a little. We both breathed a
collective sigh of relief.
"Well, that was close. Thanks for a fun evening Dean, but
I should probably be going," Cameron said, climbing out
of the car. I bolted after her - she had turned me on and
I wanted to find out if it was all for show or if there
was something else there.
"Wait, Cameron!" I said as I got out and saw her stop a
few feet in front of my car. "That's it? You're going to
give me a kiss like that and then just walk away?"
"Oh Dean, that was just for the cop. Besides, don't you
have a girlfriend to go home to?" Cameron said. "I'd hate
to be the 'other woman',"
"No, I don't. Come over here for a second," I said to
her. She walked obligingly over, her hips swaying with
every step.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me that the kiss you just
gave me, the invitation to fondle your tits, was all for
show. Look me in the eyes and say that and then walk away
from here without any sort of urges and I'll just call
this night a fun excursion, nothing more. But if you
can't..." I said, trailing off. Cameron stepped up to my
eye level and we locked eyes.
"I...it was just for..." she said, but her eyes I could
tell were just looking for an excuse to dart away from my
own. I held her gaze steady.
"Say it. If you think you can," I said, feeling more
brave now as I pulled her closer to me by the hips, the
tips of my fingers brushing against her small ass.
"I kissed you because..." Cameron whispered, but then
couldn't go on any further. With the same heat from our
first embrace, she leaned into me again and kissed me
hard. I was eager and excited to kiss her back and wasted
no time in doing so, pulling her tightly against my body
as our mouths groped and explored each other. Cameron
grabbed my hand with hers and moved it down further onto
her ass, to which I grabbed a handful of flesh and
squeezed it gently, feeling the firm, tone muscles of her
butt in my hand. This motion made Cameron's hips thrust
forward against my own as our pelvis' grinded against one
another, just a few aching inches away from release
through the fabric of the clothes we wore.
I broke the kiss and moved my hands up to her shirt,
slipping my fingers into the sleeveless material of the
blouse, searching for a bra. Finding none, I allowed my
fingers to trail down further into her chest as my palms
brushed against her tits. Cameron moaned slightly in the
night air as I moved over her quickly hardening nipples
and allowed my fingers to reach up through the slight
space in the front of her blouse and open it up, button
by button, from the inside out. A moment later, I pushed
open her shirt and the material hung loosely on her body,
barely covering her breasts and doing nothing to hide her
rock hard nipples.
Cameron pushed my hands away as she moved now to my
shirt, lifting it straight over my head in one quick
move. I pulled her closer for an embrace, the blouse
parting to the side as we kissed, her breasts pressing
against my still sweaty body. Cameron was obviously very
horny by this entire thing, that public persona of
sexuality she seemed to exude coming true right here and
now. She fumbled with the belt on my pants for a moment
and then unzipped my zipper, allowing me to step out of
them as I kicked them aside into the dusty shoulder of
the road. Eager to get the rest of her own clothing
removed, Cameron slowly teased me as she eased out of the
tight leather pants she wore, to reveal a complete lack
of panties. She must have seen the look on my face.
"I never wear them when I'm racing. I get so turned on, I
don't want anything more than what's required to stand
between me and the wetness that I get when I hit top
speed," she said seductively, unzipping the zippers down
by her calves and stepping out of the pants. All the
clothing that remained now were my simple white boxers
and the shoes that we both wore.
There was something innocent looking in Cameron just by
having her shoes remain on. The white sneakers she wore,
in accent with her long legs and model-like frame gave
her the look of a child in many ways, but it was the raw
sexuality that seemed to come from every pore of her body
that turned that child into a woman that shared more in
common with a sex goddess than a school girl. The
combination though was irresistible and when you threw in
that dazzling smile of hers, any man would just about
melt at the site that stood before me right then.
I took a step closer to Cameron and she didn't hesitate -
I think she had achieved the same level of desire that I
now felt, having mingled those feelings with the
excitement from the race and the run in with the cop to
create such a lust that neither one of us were acting
very rationally anymore. It was all animal instinct, and
we both wanted to act on it.
"Not here, I want to do it on my car," Cameron said,
taking me by the hand as we walked naked across the road
to the more secluded angle of her car. Cameron let go of
my hand and eased up onto the hood of her car, spreading
her wide, luscious legs out along the bumper. Even in the
moonlight over head I could see her juices forming
slightly along her moist pussy lips, a sign of her
building up excitement.
Dropping to my knees by her sweet smelling cunt, I began
to kiss her leg down at the knee area, moving my mouth
slowly up her tanned skin. A drop of sweat fell into my
mouth and I licked it up as I continued further up to her
waiting entrance. I teased her slightly by planting soft
kisses everywhere BUT on her pussy and then proceeded to
move down her other leg, repeating the same moves I had
done previously.
Cameron was reclined on the car hood, and I could feel
the combined radiating heat her body mixing with the
industrial, not-quite-natural radiance coming from
underneath the metal of the car. As I finished kissing
and fondling her legs, I scooted further on my knees up
to her waiting box and dove in without hesitation. It
must have caught Cameron off guard, as she leaned her
head back and half-moaned, half-howled in pleasure in the
cool air of the late hour. Cameron was a natural blonde
for sure, a tuft of hair shaved in a neat straight line
above the entrance to her hole. The pink puffiness of her
pussy, shimmering slightly in the light, looked
incredibly inviting.
I took her outer cuntal lips in my mouth and sucked on
them gently, nibbling lightly with my teeth as her entire
pussy was sucked deeply into my mouth. As I held her sex
in my mouth, I eased my tongue out like a tentative
snake, moving it into her nether folds. Cameron moved a
hand down to my mouth and spread her lips wider to allow
me better access, my tongue now buried deep inside her
channel. Cameron gasped loudly, a ragged gasp of lust as
she moved her hand now from her pussy to the back of my
head, holding my deeper between her legs.
The adrenaline rushing through me seemed to give my
tongue a mind of it's own, as it whipped around deep
inside of her, the tip brushing her aroused clit every
other movement it seemed. I knew Cameron was extremely
worked up from the race so I wasn't surprised when she
orgasmed rather quickly, only a few pushes and teasings
of her love button all it taking to bring about a flood
of her juices. I drank them down willingly, the sticky
sweetness only serving further to make my straining
erection in my boxer shorts all the more painful. I
continued to lick and eat out Cameron for a few minutes
further, bringing her to another orgasm before she
finally stopped me by pushing my head away.
"Are you going to fuck me or what?" she whispered deeply,
still holding my face in her hands. I grinned and stood
up, sliding my boxers off quickly. Lining my cockhead
against Cameron's folds, I pressed into her easily, the
juices in her wet pussy serving as an easy lubricant to
allow me entrance deep into her hole within just a few
short strokes. Her pussy was warm and comfortable, having
that certain kind of looseness that told me that at the
very least, Cameron was an experienced lover. It didn't
take long for me to bury my full 9 inches inside of her
before bottoming out, my balls brushing along the hood of
the car before nestling in between her narrow and tight
ass cheeks.
I moved in and out of her, causing the Porsche to rock
and bounce slightly on it's wheels. Cameron was no longer
just content to lie there and be fucked; she moved her
legs around my waist and sunk her nimble fingers into my
own ass cheeks, urging me in deeper and deeper with every
stroke. I pushed and prodded deep inside of her, enjoying
the feel of a wet pussy around my cock. It was hard to
tell if this bravado I had in fucking her was from the
left over excitement of the evening's earlier events or
if simply being inside of her was exciting me in every
nerve ending in my body. Either way, I didn't care, I was
just happy to be in the position that I was in.
I leaned Cameron down onto her back again and hooked her
long legs on top of my shoulders as I railed into her in
a more comfortable angle. I could feel the metal
underneath us buckle and sway in the motions of our
lovemaking - to fuck such a beautiful woman on top of
such an immaculate car was a surreal experience all it's
own. Cameron writhed beneath me, tossing her head from
side to side as I fucked her hard, my balls tight in
their sac as I moved inch by inch in and out of her
sopping love hole. Crying out something unintelligible,
Cameron orgasmed again just as I felt my own load
approaching. Although I would normally cum deep inside of
a woman as beautiful as Cameron, I had a sudden change of
heart and pulled out of her.
Wasting no time, Cameron slide her ass down the car and
dropped to her knees on the ground as I stroked my cock
towards my orgasm. Holding her mouth open, Cameron was
there and waiting for when my wad finally arrived,
shooting out in stream after continuous stream onto her
face and mouth, coating her lips with my semen and
landing a shot or two in her mouth. As my orgasm
subsided, Cameron made no move to wipe my cum from her
body, instead just closing her eyes and savoring the
feeling as my hot seed spilled down her cheeks and onto
her naked breasts. I paused for a moment, catching my
breath as Cameron finally stood up, licking off a stray
jet of cum that had dripped down her arm and onto her
elbow.
Glancing down at my prick, I saw that I was still
incredibly hard. Cameron saw it too, but this time it was
she who chose the positioning that we would use. Bending
over the car hood, Cameron spread her arms out on the
vehicle and spread her legs even wider, just offering
herself up for my entrance into her. I stepped up against
her again, plunging my dick into her pussy for a few
strokes as I got my shaft nice and wet again before
lining up to her asshole. I gave her cheeks a playful
little slap, amazed at how narrow and firm they were. She
definitely had one of the best asses in Hollywood and I
was practically salivating at the thought of burying my
rod inside of it.
To my amazement, as I pushed my cockhead into her ass I
met very little contraction from her inner muscles -
Cameron must take it up the ass quite regularly. As if
sensing my thoughts, she said "I just love anal sex,
don't you?"
"Oh yes," I said as I plunged deep inside of her with one
quick thrust, most of my shaft inside of her tight ass
before I even could consider going slower. Cameron cried
out in slight pain, but it was fleeting as she began to
grunt pleasurably against me as my balls slammed against
her pussy lips . I pulled my cock out gently before
pushing back inside of her again, relishing the tight
feel and look of her asshole stretched wide around my
girth.
My first orgasm seemed to recharge me completely and
before long I had my hand around Cameron's waist as I
thrust harder and harder into her, the car now shaking
violently as it rocked in the half-grass/half-pavement of
it's temporary parking spot. Grabbing a handful of her
ass cheeks, I held her crack open wide to allow me better
room to guide myself in and out of her, even changing the
angle every now and then as the tip of my dick pressed
into her deepest cavities.
Without any help from me at all, Cameron's legs quivered
as she achieved her fourth orgasm of the night. I could
sense that she was getting a little tired, her knees
rather wobbly against the car as she thrust back to meet
my movements in and out of her tight butt.
I continued to fuck her in the ass for ten minutes or so,
both of our bodies so coated with sweat that we seemed to
move like an oiled machine, our parts seemingly made to
fit one another perfectly. I thrust hard deep into
Cameron and held myself there for a moment before feeling
my balls rise up and my second, more powerful orgasm,
arrive. Cameron must have felt it too because she stopped
moving and rocking as I slowly pushed further into her as
far as possible, the tip of my prick erupting in a second
load of cum deep inside of her bowels.
I must have shot three or four streams into her, as when
I pulled my dick out from her ass a few minutes later, it
was coated in a light layer of messy cum. Cameron turned
over onto her back and laid on the hood of the car,
enjoying the after sex moment. I did the same, pulling my
boxers up and catching my breath.
We laid there for a few minutes, not saying anything,
before I was startled by a rustling in the woods next to
us. I shot up from the car and looked for my pants,
hustling over to get them and pull them up as I saw two
teenagers, probably no older than 18 or 19, emerge from
the woods. They were wearing almost all black and looked
a little woozy, as if they had drank (or smoked) just a
little two much. The first one approached us, a backpack
over his shoulder as he spoke to me.
"Dude, did you just fuck Cameron Diaz?" he asked.
"Well I uh...how do you know who she is?" I asked,
puzzled by such an exact question.
"For one, we heard your voices about two miles away.
Trevor and me were back there chugging some beers and
smoking some weed when we heard what we thought were
moans. So we like, came up here and watched you two go at
it for a while and when we saw you stop, Trevor thought
that we should come see if...well maybe, we could get in
on a little bit of that action," the teenager said.
"But how do you know that this lady is Cameron Diaz?" I
said.
"Duh, the license plate on that car you were doing it on
says 'CAM DIAZ'. Plus she looks JUST like her," Trevor,
the other kid, said.
"Yes, this is Ms. Diaz. But we would appreciate it if you
boys didn't say anything about what you saw. I can make
it worth your while," I said, pulling my shirt back on
and reaching into my wallet for some money to try and buy
them off.
"Fuck that, we don't want your money. We want a piece of
that ass," the first kid said. "We saw the way you were
hitting it and there is no WAY I'd pass up some shit like
this,"
"How old are you two?" Cameron asked them, speaking for
the first time. She was still naked on the top of the car
and was looking disinterested, despite the fact that she
was tracing around the outline of her nipples absently
with her hands and a small dribble of cum was leaking
from between her legs onto the hood of the car.
"I'm 18 and Trevor here is 19," the boy said, trying to
sound grown up. "Uh...ma'mm,"
There was a pause in the conversation - I wasn't sure
where to take it but the only likely question to ask was
the one that seemed to hang in the air.
"Well, are you interested Cameron?" I said, the words
seeming to drift out of my mouth slower than usual in the
night air.
"Yeah, I think so. I'd never pass up some young, potent
dick," Cameron said, in the same manner of voice I
imagine she ordered salads with at a restaurant. "Not to
slight you in any way Dean. That was great,"
I looked over at the two teenagers, who were now standing
side by side, shit eating grins on their faces. They
looked like eager puppies, just waiting to be "rewarded".
"Alright, fine. But not a word of this to ANYONE,
understand?" I said to them. They both nodded their heads
violently - I could have told them to do 50 push-ups with
their dicks right there and then on the road and they
would have done it just to have a chance with Cameron.
"Good. I'm going home, you three have fun. But don't call
me to bail you out of jail if you get caught for indecent
exposure," I told Cameron as I started walking to my car,
wiping the sweat from my brow. Cameron waved in
acknowledgement as I stepped into my car. Driving back up
the hill, I glanced in my rear view mirror to see the two
teenagers standing in front of Cameron, their legs spread
wide a little and Cameron's hands nowhere in site.
Shaking my head, I drove home.
The sun was just starting to come up now over the valley
and I began to reflect, for the first time in a long
time, on where I was going with all this. The sex was
great and the company was doing good, but is this really
how I wanted to spend my life? Was there something more
out there to do or was this as good as it gets - money,
power, beautiful women, exciting adventures.
The answer didn't come to me as I got home, showered and
crawled into bed, trying to get a few hours of sleep
before work. But I knew that at some point it would hit
me and that the path I chose would be the one that would
be my destiny. Drifting off to sleep, I pondered what
that destiny could be, and just as I felt I had it, I
slipped into unconsciousness.
Chapter 30: The Finale
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