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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson.com)
Story title : Halle Barry: Journal of an Agent
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Journal of an Agent: Halle Berry (MF, voy, celeb)
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson.com)
***
The past few weeks had been hard to concentrate on
business at all. World events brought my industry to a
halt and even big events like the Emmys had to be
postponed, leaving agents like myself sitting around
with nothing to do but call and check on clients to make
sure they were doing ok.
Several clients stopped by throughout the week,
including one who turned the head of my assistant Damon
pretty sharply, Halle Berry. She had just come by to
talk and kill time, production on her next movie delayed
because of what was happening in New York. Halle was a
little angry at the response her most recent movie,
"Swordfish" had at the box office.
"I mean, Jesus Christ! I got paid half a million dollars
to show these," Halle said, grabbing her breasts and
thrusting them into my face. They were a quite nice
sight, but not when accompanied by her complaining. "And
what does the film do? It tanks. Now there are all these
nerds and perverts online, ogling my body from some
stupid bad quality picture, and the film is almost
totally forgotten!"
"Halle, I think you need to calm down a little.
Swordfish broke even and made a few million more than we
expected. It was worth it, I'm sure. Think of all those
'nerds and perverts' who are going to be buying the DVD
so they can freeze frame you. That's almost pure profit
for you, and you are sure to get more viewer ship on
video any ways," I said to her, trying to reason with
her. She stopped in her tracks, pausing from her pacing
of the room.
"Your right. But I still am not happy with my name
power. I was at this website the other day, some sort of
celebrity sex story archive, some sort of erotic fiction
site. Any ways, all these other celebrities had lots of
stories about them. You know how many were about me?
Three! Even some of those no name actresses had more
stories than me. If the perverts aren't even hip on me,
then I'm getting nowhere in Hollywood! And as my agent,
I think you should fix that!" Halle demanded, putting
her hands on her hips and tapping her foot on the
ground.
She wore a pair of low cut jeans and a pink t-shirt that
exposed her firm and toned stomach wonderfully. Her
brownish hair had been dyed in gold colored waves and
stayed firmly in place on her head.
As she paced back and forth of my office, ranting and
complaining (I had learned right off the bat to
sometimes just ignore stars when they go off like that.)
I started to think of what I could do to appease her.
Glancing outside my office through the open door, it hit
me.
"Halle, look. While the industry slowly starts up again,
there isn't much I can do. BUT if you want to know how
much you are appreciated and wanted by your fans, you
only have to go talk to that man sitting at the desk,
answering phones right now.
His name is Damon and he told me he saw 'Swordfish' five
times. And not just because of your tits. So why don't
you go make a fans dream come true and the two of you
maybe go spend the afternoon together? There sure as
hell isn't going to be much work done here today," I
said, reclining in my chair.
Halle had turned to look at Damon when I pointed and I
could see she was clearly pondering the thought. To seal
the deal, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my
wallet, tossing a few hundreds on my desk. "And here.
Since you OBVIOUSLY didn't make any money off of
'Swordfish' and are a starving actress again, it's my
treat."
Halle grinned at me mischievously. "Alright, I'll do it.
It will be nice to do something with a real person,
something that doesn't seem so fake," Halle said. She
picked the money off the desk and walked out of the
room. I couldn't help but admire her ass as she walked
out, and knew that Damon would be thanking me repeatedly
the next day.
I leaned back in my chair further and watched the scene
play out in front of me, like some sort of Cinderella
story (the dyslexic version of course). At first Damon
pretended to ignore her, trying to act "cool" and not
notice her. But when Halle began to tap on his desk with
her long, curled fingernails and look down at him as he
tried to work, it was too much and he looked up.
I couldn't hear the words said between the two, but
Damon's face went from one of feigned coolness to utter
and total shock. Halle grinned wildly at his reaction
and reached into her purse, handing him a small card.
With that, she walked away, Damon's jaw still hanging
half way to the floor as he watched her go.
As soon as she was in the elevator, he came hustling
into my office, trying to act professional.
"Uhh, Dean... can I have the rest of the day off? I have
to uhh... go do some... uhh..." Damon said excitedly,
trying to come up with a weak excuse to let him leave. I
folded my hands on my desk in front of me and decided to
play along with him a little bit.
"What do you have to do Damon? I didn't quite get that,"
I said, smiling as sweetly and sarcastically at him as I
could.
"I have to... well, see Halle wants me... uhh... can I
have the time off or not?" he finally said, impatient as
a child.
"Yes, yes, go. I told her to take you out. Now you kids
go and have a good time," I said, waving my hand at him
in the direction of the door. He didn't hesitate the
slightest and rushed out the door, saying "Thank you
thank you thank you" repeatedly under his breath as he
left.
He shut my door behind himself as he left and I heard
him literally RUN towards the elevator. I sighed deeply
and leaned back in my chair, smiling to myself about the
fun that lay in store for Damon and Halle that
afternoon. I managed to get a little more work done that
afternoon, but decided to just send everyone else home
and close up early, since there wasn't much to be done
right now anyways with the state Hollywood was in.
*
The next morning, I got into work earlier than I usually
do, hoping to make some early morning calls and get some
paperwork done before the rest of the office staff came
in. I also hoped to be able to talk to Damon about how
his afternoon went with Halle, before he got bogged down
in the work that we had (mostly contracts to review).
However, it was not to be, as I got distracted on a long
call that morning with Sarah Michelle Gellar on the
phone, after she called to complain about the scripts
she had received for this season of "Buffy". Sitting at
my desk, listening to her drone on, I saw Damon come
into work. He looked like he normally did, although
there was something odd about him and the way he was
acting. Almost... secretive.
I thought it was nothing until I saw him slowly open up
his file cabinet and slip what looked like a videotape
into the drawer. Then, he gently closed the drawer and
sat down at his desk to start his work for the day. I
watched him for a few more minutes but he made no more
motions towards the cabinet, and in fact ignoring it. I
hung up the phone with Sarah a few minutes later and
tried to ignore what I saw. But it was no use. Was that
really a videotape? If so, what was on it? Was Damon
hiding something that he did with Halle or did he just
put something of his own in that cabinet?
I pondered what to do, my hope of getting any work done
disappearing as the day wore on. Finally I decided,
being the boss, I would just send Damon on a long errand
and raid his desk. I know it wasn't ethical to break
into an employee's personal storage area, but if that
tape contained something that might be damaging to
Halle's career or the firm itself, it was a risk I was
willing to take.
Mid-afternoons around Shooting Stars are usually pretty
quiet, so no one noticed me walking out to Damon's desk
and sitting down, acting like I was looking for
something like I normally would do. What no one saw
though was me slipping a hand down and opening the desk
drawer on the very bottom of the redwood desk. I pulled
the handle out gently and felt around inside, my other
hand and my eyes focused on the desk in front of me as I
kept up the charade.
Finally my fingers touched an object that felt like a
videotape and I grabbed it, pulling it out. It was an
8mm tape for sure, and bore no visible indications on
what was on the tape. However, as I examined it further,
I noticed that it did indeed have writing on it, the
letters HB written in a black permanent marker so they
wouldn't show on the tape without closer examination.
Putting the tape into my pocket, I walked back to my
desk and shut and locked my door. I had sent Damon out
for a long errand out in Santa Monica and knew with
traffic he would be gone for at least three hours more.
I reclined in my chair and pulled the tape from my
pocket, examining it and playing with it in my hands as
I debated on what to do.
If I watched it, I might be in for a few hours of his
family Christmas party or some other family function. Of
course, my devils advocate said, it could be something
to do with Halle. "HB" seems a little obvious. However,
my less mischievous side countered with the idea that HB
might be TOO obvious, or perhaps I was reading it wrong
and it was BH, which of course could have been anything.
I decided in the end though, that watching it was worth
the risk, even if it was just some family reunion.
Popping the tape into my adapter (I had a kit for
playing 8mm tapes, since I often had to review up and
coming girls screen tests), I pushed the play button
cautiously.
The screen lit up with black and white static for a few
seconds. However, it quickly corrected itself and came
into focused. The camera was a little shaky but when it
stopped moving so much, I got a better view of where it
was being filmed.
Halle Berry was certainly in this tape, leaning against
a railing near the beach. Damon was talking to her but I
couldn't make out what he said. Apparently neither could
Halle.
"What did you say?" she said, smiling at him and the
camera enthusiastically. Halle was wearing a sea green
topped bikini, the bottom piece covered in a shawl like
garment that was see-through. Though the picture quality
wasn't that great, you could clearly see her long and
luscious bronze legs through the material.
"I asked when did you want to become an actress?" Damon
said. His voice was unmistakable, but it was a little
hard to hear him because of the fast whipping ocean
breeze.
"Well, when I was little, I used to put on plays for my
mom and brother & sisters. When I became a teenager, I
did a little modeling and then really began to try and
pursue acting instead. So I guess since I was a kid.
When did you know that you wanted to be an assistant?"
Halle asked, jokingly shoving Damon in the chest. The
camera shook a little bit at this as Damon adjusted.
"He, he, well, when I was little I started filing papers
around the house and..." Damon said in a laughing
manner. It caused Halle to burst out into laughter as
well. She smiled warmly at the camera, but I could
detect a bit of lust in her smile. The conversation
suddenly got quiet for a few moments before Halle spoke
again.
"I'm getting cold standing here. Why don't we go back to
my hotel room and order room service?" Halle said.
"Uhh... yea, I'd like that," Damon said. The camera then
switched very quickly into a dimly lit room that I can
only assume was Halle's hotel. Off in the distance was
the cart that their food had arrived on and I could hear
some soft music playing in the background. It had all
the makings of a bad porn movie, I thought to myself. Of
course, it turns out that I was right.
Damon was moving the camera slowly around the room,
looking at all the scattered clothes and empty shopping
bags spread around. Something bright and pink came into
focus on the camera and Damon zoomed in on it: it was a
pair of Halle's panties, thrown on the floor almost in
haste. Damon couldn't help but linger on the pair of
underwear, zooming in and making sure that ensured
seeing them on the tape.
"Damon, put that thing down," I heard Halle say in the
background. The camera moved sharply and panned onto
Halle laying on the bed, holding her head up with her
hand. She had removed the slip that had been covering
her legs and now was wearing only the skimpy bikini from
earlier.
"Come on Damon, I don't want to be filmed right now. I'm
always on camera," Halle said pleadingly.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it. You are just so beautiful,"
Damon replied. He panned the camera up from her feet
slowly up to her face, making sure to stop and linger
and zoom in on the obvious parts of her body as the
camera drank in Halle's flawless skin.
"Awww... your so sweet. Well, I suppose the camera can
stay. We can have some fun with it," Halle said, smiling
sexily. "Be a good boy won't you and go get something
out of my suitcase will you?"
Damon put the camera down on top of the chair he had
been sitting in. It showed Halle sitting up to tell
Damon something, the audio wasn't real clear. Within a
minute or so, I could see the backside of Damon, still
wearing the clothes from the office, hand Halle
something. He walked back over and picked up the camera,
readjusting it and zooming in on Halle again. He focused
on her face, and I could see her arm moving below her on
her body. Halle threw her head back slightly and moaned
a little, her lips pursed in pleasure.
Like an expert cameraman, Damon slowly savored the scene
and moved his viewfinder down towards Halle's legs. Very
quickly it was clear what was going on - Damon had given
her a vibrator from her suitcase and Halle was now very
slowly working it in and out of her cunt. She had pulled
her bikini bottoms to the side and Damon zoomed in on
what she was up to.
Her fingers were wrapped around a long, light blue and
translucent vibrator. Her pussy was shaved in a very
neat pattern, trim and narrow all the way down to her
lips. As Halle worked the vibrator in and out of her
hole very slowly, her inner lips, as pink as the panties
Damon had scanned onto earlier, stretched and quivered
around the sex toy. I could hear the motor of the
vibrator whirring, but it wasn't nearly as audible as
the moans of Halle.
Damon so far had not said anything, but it was clear he
was moving closer to Halle's now wet snatch. Slowly, his
right hand entered the frame of view on the camera and
he held it over Halle's pussy, debating on touching it
or not. But Halle made the decision for him, moaning out
"Just do it Damon! Touch me!" Without a moment's
hesitation more, he brought his large, callused fingers
down onto Halle's small tight snatch.
Halle immediately began to moan with pleasure as Damon
began exploring her sex, rubbing his fingers over and
around her hole. Using his other free hand, he zoomed
the camera in to show as his hand worked it's way inside
of her pussy, grinding in against her clit alongside the
vibrator. It wasn't long though before Damon took the
vibrator from Halle's nimble, thin fingers and began to
move it in and out of Halle's snatch himself.
"Yea, you like that don't you?" Damon said as he moved
the sex toy in and out of her pussy.
"Mmm...you know it baby. Fuck me harder with it.
HARDER!" Halle cried out as Damon began pushing it in at
a more feverish pace, sawing it in and out of her cunt,
making sure to rub it against her outer lips and to be
CERTAIN to touch on her clit with every stroke. Halle
began to moan louder and louder as Damon pushed the
rapidly moving toy into her pussy deeper each time.
"Oh yea, that's it baby...fuck my cunt...Do it just like
that! Ugghhhhh!!!" Halle screamed. She had moved her
hand back down to her pussy and wrapped her fingers
around Damon's hand, guiding him around inside of her.
Damon continued fucking her with the toy for a few
minutes, Halle's hips now writhing around on the bed,
rocking back and forth as she lifted her ass up off the
bed to meet the strokes that were pushing into her
deepest channels.
"OOOOHHH!" was all that Halle could say, her voice
practically screeching as she was lost in a world of her
own pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh baby I'm
gonna cum! Eat me out! C'mon Damon, eat me out, please!"
Halle moaned.
Still (miraculously) holding onto the camera, Damon held
it out and away from his face at arms length, showing
him lowering his mouth to right above Halle's pussy. He
had removed the vibrator from her pussy and was now
working at her with just his fingers, moving in and out
at a tremendous rate. I could see that feeling Damon's
hot breath just inches from her snatch was driving Halle
mad, but Damon seemed to know what he was doing.
"You want me to eat you out? How bad do you want it baby
huh? Tell me how bad you want Damon to lick your pussy,"
Damon said coolly, smiling into the camera. His camera
work and talent at coaxing Halle along was eerie, almost
as if he had done something like this before...
"Oh baby, I want it more than anything. Just lick me
baby, lick me long and hard and deep! But just do it
now! I'm gonna burst into flames if you don't put me
out!" Halle cried. Damon again just smiled wickedly for
the camera but managed to hit the zoom button and
capture the moment just as his tongue touched Halle's
inner regions.
Halle cried out in what had to be an orgasm of explosive
proportions, as she thrust her hips hard into Damon's
face as he licked away at her. Halle moaned for what had
to have been a minute as she bounced repeatedly on the
bed. Damon managed to hold her down though with the hand
that had been previously in her pussy. I could see his
fingers glisten with her juices, despite watching a tape
- she was THAT wet!
Finally her orgasm subsided and Halle's moans were
replaced with panting and the sound of Damon lapping at
her pussy. Damon though was still buried between her
legs, licking at her pussy savagely, trying to devour
and savor every last drop of her juice that he could
find. Halle tightened her legs around his head as he
continued to lick her, but released him a few seconds
later, her legs too tired to hold on any longer.
Damon lifted his head from between her legs and got into
a more comfortable position, straddling her waist as he
zoomed in on Halle's face. Her forehead and chest were
beaded with sweat, the perspiration glistening in the
light from the camera.
"Did you enjoy that?" Halle asked, her chest still
heaving a little bit.
"Not as much as you apparently. I still want more
though. Think your husband would mind?" Damon asked.
This caused me to sit up and pay attention - I didn't
want to be the cause of an eventual breakup of her
marriage. But Halle surprisingly put my fears to rest.
"We have an agreement - neither tells the other what we
did while off at work. Since he is on tour and I'm
always off shooting movies, that gives us both pretty
good flexibility. Of course, it also makes sex with him
that much better, not knowing what other hot bitch he
has fucked. But that's none of your concern," Halle
said, grinning.
"What was it that you had in mind, Mr. Porn Director?"
Halle said, mock pouting with her luscious lips.
"Since I saw 'Swordfish', I've wanted to tit-fuck you
for the longest time," Damon said. "I hope you don't
mind if I do," Damon said. I was surprised at the gall
Damon had with a client of the firm, but given how far
he had already come, I guess there was no going back
now.
Halle rolled her eyes at the 'Swordfish' comment, laying
her head to the side as if she didn't want Damon seeing
her doing so, but then sighed and said "It's always with
the 'Swordfish' with you men isn't it? Oh well," Halle
said, reaching under her back and untying her top "They
are a pretty nice pair,"
As anyone who has seen the film knows, and myself and
Damon now with a much more intimate look, Halle has some
of the most beautiful breasts in Hollywood. They have
the natural beauty and hang of a normal woman, but are
large and proportionate just enough in the scope of her
body to be accentuated and beautiful.
Her measurements are listed as 36C, but when audiences
got a closer look at them this past summer, they
appeared to be much larger than even that. Her nipples
(which Damon expertly zoomed in on) were a dark
chocolate brown, with the tips of the nipples coming out
maybe half an inch. The areolas were actually a little
small on such large breasts, but still looked incredibly
beautiful on such a lovely pair.
Damon couldn't resist running his hands over her lush
breasts now, feeling the skin against his fingers and
the softness of them (I can only assume, not having been
there). Halle lay contentedly there, letting him feel
and fondle her breasts until he had his fill.
In the meantime, she had proceeded to unzip his pants
and pull them down to his calves, leaving his mostly-
hard dick laying on her chest just below her breasts.
Damon had a pretty good sized cock, although it was hard
to really make it out since he wasn't trying to focus on
it. Halle however seemed satisfied with the size and
moved her hand to wrap around it while Damon continued
playing with her nipples.
Getting him fully hard now, Halle took over control of
what was going to be the tone for the rest of the night.
"Alright Damon, I want you to tit-fuck me now. Stop
playing with them and get that nice piece of meat
between my tits," Halle commanded. It was a little
unusual to hear someone as gentle looking as Halle
sounds so commanding, but I guess we all have our spicy,
dominating sides.
"Yes m'amm... with pleasure!" Damon replied. Again using
expert camera work, Damon managed to stay focused on the
upper part of Halle's body while using the other hand to
slowly push his cock between Halle's breasts and begin
to fuck them. Halle arched her back a little to get
flesh to grab onto, and then cupped her breasts firmly
in her hands and began working them over and onto his
cock.
It was quite an amazing feat watching the two go at it,
to the obvious pleasure of each other. Damon was panting
a little loudly now as he began bucking harder between
Halle's breasts, and Halle meanwhile was thoroughly
enjoying the stimulation being brought on by the extra
attention being paid to her nipples.
It was almost hypnotic watching Halle's breasts move up
and down on her chest, the heavy weight of the globes
sliding and jostling around like two perfectly formed
masses of flesh. Her already dark nipples had become
flushed from the attention and caused the normally rich
brown skin around her areola to darken in color even
further and shine with the perspiration that the two
were creating.
As Damon would work himself in and out between her
breasts, his cock came ever increasingly closer to her
mouth. Halle held her tongue out, hoping to get a taste
of his shaft as it pistoned in between her breasts.
Every now and then she would hit it, managing to lick
the head or the shaft as he worked it between her tits.
The two kept up this rhythm and pace for a few minutes
before the sound on the camera became filled with
Damon's heavy grunting and breathing. He moved his hand
to his cock and pulled it from her breasts, jerking it
furiously above her.
The "money shot" came a few seconds later, as Halle
pushed her breasts and nipples together to receive
Damon's cum. It splashed out from his cock and landed
with a *splat* all over her nipples, coating the dark
flesh of her breasts with a thick white cream. After a
few jerks, his orgasm ended, and Damon made sure to use
the camera to focus on his cum trickling down Halle's
cleavage and pooling on her navel, a rebel stream
falling off the side of her breasts.
They both panted heavily, and Damon removed himself from
on top of Halle.
"Well, now that we have fulfilled YOUR fantasy," Halle
said, wiping his cum from her chest and licking it off
her fingers sexily, "How about you let me hop on that
big cock of yours and fulfill MY fantasy?"
Holding the camera above him, Damon laid down on the bed
and watched through the viewfinder as Halle moved down
to his crotch and slowly lowered herself on his still
hard cock. Zooming in, it was an incredibly erotic sight
to watch Halle sink down completely on him, her pink
inner lips stretching and adjusting to Damon's girth (he
was very large, I could now tell). With a contented
sigh, Halle breathed out as Damon filled her completely.
"Oh yea...that's just what I needed," Halle whispered.
Slowly she began to grind her hips back and forth over
his cock, rubbing his balls against her ass as she
moved. Her legs still spread out around him, Halle began
to move up and down on Damon's shaft, letting more slip
out of her sopping wet cunt each time. Halle had
incredible strength to be able to do this, as her hands
were not supporting her at all - instead, she was
rubbing and teasing her nipples back and forth on her
breasts, fondling and playing with them excitedly as she
moved up and down.
Damon was silent except for an occasional groan, mostly
brought on when Halle would shiver and contract the
muscles of her body, obviously including the ones now
holding his cock in a vice like grip. Finally setting
the camera down on the bed, but still at an angle that
caught all the action, Damon moved his hands to Halle's
hips and guided her up and down on his shaft. With Damon
now in total control, Halle relaxed a little and was
like a rag doll on his cock, swaying and writhing to
Damon's whim.
Having just orgasmed, Damon was far from cumming, so he
concentrated his maneuvers on getting Halle off. With
his large, muscular arms, he drove Halle down harder and
harder onto his cock, making sure that each time she
rubbed her clit against the inner shaft of his meat.
Halle was now just a constant moan, her cries of
pleasure causing her face to squint up and jostle with
every thrust. She had given up trying to cup her
breasts, and now her lovely tits were swaying in a
circular motion as she was fucked hard and fast by
Damon.
She let out a screech and then came suddenly, her hands
going to her nipples as she squeezed and pinched them,
trying to lengthen her orgasm. Halle then simply
crumbled and collapsed on top of Damon, her energy now
totally exhausted. Her body though was still bouncing up
and down as Damon bucked his cock deeper and deeper into
her. Halle laid her head on his chest and moaned softly
as he continued fucking her, resting her arms on the
side of his body.
They continued like this for a few minutes, with Halle
getting her strength back enough to sit up and simply
ride him for all he was worth. Throwing her head back
and running her hands through her hair, Halle seemed to
be in another world. Damon began to buck harder,
grunting out "I'm gonna cum!" as he moved her up and
down harder once again. The camera got knocked over onto
it's side as Damon's arms shot out and he came long and
hard inside of her.
The next few minutes were motionless (the camera now
only showed both the lovers thighs, with Halle's lighter
skin pressed atop Damon's more darker flesh) until Damon
finally pulled out of her reached over, shutting the
camera off. The screen filled with static, and I reached
over, pushing the stop button on the VCR.
The little fantasy world I had been in was suddenly
interrupted by my phone ringing. Glancing down at my
waist, I saw that my dick was in my hand and that I had
cum all over it as I watched the tape, oblivious to the
fact that I was doing so. Reaching into my desk drawer,
I pulled out a towel and wiped myself off with one hand
and answered the phone with the other.
"Hello?" I said with a husky voice. Clearing my throat,
I spoke again. "Dean Simond's office."
"Hey Dean, it's Halle. I just wanted to call and thank
you for setting me up with Damon yesterday. We had a lot
of fun," Halle said over the phone. She sounded distant,
so I guess she had returned home.
"Um, no problem Halle. In fact, I was just uhh...
thinking about you right now, hoping everything went
ok. Damon is out of the office on an errand or else
I'd let you speak to him if you wanted," I replied,
ejecting the tape from my VCR.
"That's ok, I was just calling to talk to you. If you
see him though, tell him I said 'Hi'," Halle said.
"So what did you two do yesterday?" I asked innocently.
"Oh, we just went down to the coast, had a nice quiet
dinner and watched a movie," Halle replied.
"I bet you did," I muttered into the phone, realizing
the stupidity of the comment the second I said it.
"What did you say?" Halle asked inquisitively.
"Nothing. I said 'I better let you go'. Probably static
on the phone right now," I said, hoping that the save
worked.
"Oh...yeah, ok. Well, thanks again Dean. Let me know if
you get any good scripts alright?" Halle said.
"Sure thing. Talk to you later," I said, hanging up the
phone.
The tape now sat on my desk and I pondered what to do
with it: If I put it back and didn't say anything, the
tape might come back to bite the firm later. But if I
kept it out or confronted Damon about it, that might
open me up for lawsuits and the loss of Damon's trust.
Mulling it over, I decided to just let Damon keep it and
enjoy it for himself. Unlike me, not every person gets
to fuck the celebrity of their dreams all the time.
Putting the tape back into Damon's desk drawer, I locked
up my office and went home. I couldn't help but smile,
thinking how happy Damon seemed when he woke up this
morning.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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