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Interlude With An Agent: Saving Love

By Anynom

Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Thanks to Carnage Jackson for permission to do this. Enjoy.


DEAN:

I didn't like it. I just didn't like it.

Since picking up ownership of my father's talent agency, I'd discovered a sad truth to the business. As much as you try, you just can't please all your clients (and I've pleased quite a few of the female ones). The agent business is highly competitive and the fact I wasn't quite willing to go so hardball as other guys occasionally hurt me. So, I'd had to put up with some clients leaving. Nothing major, no mass exodus and I usually managed to get new ones to fill their places. But it still hurt that they felt I couldn't look out for their needs anymore. I guess that's a weakness in Hollywood, actually caring for someone besides yourself.

With most of them, I would just say a polite goodbye and wish them luck (and I usually meant it too). In some cases, there was some ugliness involved but I hoped to smooth it over by the end. But in this case, this was something I just couldn't let go. Not just because the client was big, she was, but because the whole thing just seemed wrong.

It had been a while since I'd had a meeting with Jennifer Love Hewitt. Well, if you can call her giving me a hand job at a movie premiere and fucking me in the limo a meeting. She was smarter than most people assumed, not willing to play the "teen movie only" game and wanting to assert herself while at the same time avoiding the temptation to go nude. I could understand why she offered so much, having seen that incredible chest exposed myself. I had talked to Love (she insisted on me calling her that) a lot and felt I was representing her well. Which made what happened in my office so shocking.

The shocks came right from the moment she walked in. In contrast to her usually casual outfits, she was wearing one that seemed to be a better match for her character in "Heartbreakers." An incredibly tight dress that showed off every curve, cut so short I could see a hint of her panties when she moved her long and slim legs, her chest pushed up and out with a very expansive cleavage and the prominent nipples showing she had no bra underneath.

"Um, hi," I said, holding out my hand. I was a bit taken aback when Jennifer blatantly ignored it, sitting on the chair before me and crossing her legs. "So," I said, sitting back. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I'm dumping you," Jennifer said in a crisp voice.

That's not been the first time I've heard that. It's come from clients and from women (none so hurtful as when Alyssa dumped me after I told her about me and Christina). But it was something of a chock to hear it from Jennifer. "What? Why?"

"Look, I just got a better offer is all," Jennifer said, nestling up her sizeable chest. "It's a good deal, slight pay cut it will pay off with the movies, I think."

"Look, Jennifer," I said carefully. "We've done some good here and I think our relationship, professional," I emphasized. "Has been really good so why------"

"I need a hit, Dean," Jennifer said. "I need a hit bad and since you can't get off your ass and give me one, I'll have to look elsewhere. And Donny thinks he can get me one."

It took me a moment to figure out who she was talking about and I could barely keep my jaw from dropping. "Donny? Donny Ross?"

"Yep," Jennifer smirked. "He got me a kick-ass script and I think we can make it work."

I was stunned, really, I was. Donny Ross, in my mind, was about one leg up from a porn producer. He didn't exactly cater to the A-List material I did. Hell, he barely got into the B-list. He was into those direct-to-video movies, the ones that barely squeak under the restrictions to be rented at Blockbuster with plots that (while in my mind no worse than what most of the big screen films were) didn't seem the type to attract someone like Jennifer.

For years, Donny had been trying to push his way into the big time, to get a movie of his actually released on screen, a movie he'd written and hoped to direct as well with one of his clients, a big name client, as the star. He had been trying to talk to a lot of actresses to do it but they had shot him down. That might have been due to the fact that Donny openly lusted after them, hitting on them non stop during meetings and making leering remarks.

What made this even more incredible was that Jennifer had told me just last week about a meeting with Donny where he stared at her tits non-stop while making it clear doing it with him would help her with the film. Not only did Jennifer not like him, she didn't like his script either, since her "character" spent much of it naked for no reason.

So, I was bit flummoxed as to why she was now doing this. "Jennifer, you told me just last week-----"

"I know, I know," Jennifer shrugged. "Hey, I changed my mind, okay? Come on, I need a hit and flashing my tits will definitely bring in guys, ya know?" She let out a wild grin as I stared at her.

"Look, Jennifer," I said carefully. "I honestly care about you and I think you are making a huge mistake here. You told me you didn't want to do nudity------"

"Hey, times change," she barked. "It's in right now, you know? Might as well jump on the bandwagon while it's rolling." She stood up. "Listen, I've gotta sign the contract but I'm letting you know about it now. I'm cutting all ties and I'm out of here."

"Jennifer, wait----"

"Listen, Dean," she said with a little edge. "You were a great fuck but Donny's better." She laughed at my stunned expression. "Yep, damn good in the sack. Not as good as that driver of yours. Too bad that psycho bitch of yours blew his brains out, could have used his cock a little more. Ciao." She turned and sauntered off, wiggling her ass as if mocking me.

I sat down hard as my mind whirled. I may have been a newbie to the agent business but I had instincts and I knew this was wrong in so many ways. Especially that comment about Leo. She'd come to the funeral and had honestly been devastated, giving true condolences to his widow and the kids. And that whole disdainful and sexed-up attitude showed me something was up.

I bit my lip as an ugly thought entered my head. I didn't want to think about it, I really didn't. But this entire change in attitude in so short a time pretty much added to one thing for me. A quick list of options went through my mind until one settled. I picked up the phone and dialed a number, hoping he'd be in.

"Hello?" the voice said on the third ring.

"It's Dean."

There was a silence before the voice spoke again. "Well, I wasn't expecting you to call so soon."

"I didn't want to either," I said. "But I've got a situation here and I think you're the only one who can help me with it." I gave him the quick rundown on the Jennifer situation and waited for his reaction.

"Sounds like someone's been messing in her head all right," the man said.

"I know it's a lot to ask but-----"

"Hey, I like the kid too," he cut me off. "I'll look into it. You've got my word on that."

"Thanks," I said, hanging up the phone, hoping this would work.

THE INTERVIEWER:

As soon as I got the call, I was heading out. This was a serious situation. Whoever this Donny guy was, he obviously had no idea of tact. I could perhaps understand him wanting to get Jennifer to do his picture but this complete 180 in personality? That raised too many eyebrows, as Dean's call just proved.

I knew where Jennifer lived. In my business we make it a habit to know things like that. I was a little unsure of what exactly to do. This was something out of my field. I considered calling in what I had nicknamed "the Enforcers," but decided against it. Dean had called as a favor and I decided it would be just between us.

I arrived at Jennifer's very nice house, parking near the curb and hurrying to the gate. I knew the code, having gotten it along with her phone number when I'd met her and Sigourney Weaver on the "Heartbreaks" publicity tour. I'd tried her number but she wasn't in yet, I was hoping she would be now.

I moved up to her door, knocking it and waiting patiently. There was a pause, then it opened to reveal Jennifer standing on the other end. I was a tad thrown by the fact that she was completely naked. I'd seen her in the flesh before of course but was still thrown by how amazing that naked chest was as well as her smooth legs.

"What the hell-----Oh, it's you," she said sourly.

"Um, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" I asked, hoping that Donny wasn't actually here.

"Nah," Jennifer shook her head. "I'm just getting ready to do it for a movie so I figured I should get in the mood, you know?"

I slowly nodded as I moved my hand to a pocket. "So, what'd ya want?" Jennifer said.

"Just to show you something," I said, pulling out my hand to reveal a gleaming pendant. Jennifer's eyes caught it, widened, then shut, her head slumping forward as she fell into a trance.

"Let me in, Jennifer," I said softly. Jennifer moved back as I entered her home, glancing around before letting my eyes go back to her. "Let's go to the bedroom, Jennifer."

No, for once, sex wasn't my objective, information was. I let Jennifer lie down as I spoke quietly. "Jennifer, I want you to think about Donny. I want you to tell me why you are doing this film for him. I want you to tell me about the meeting with him. Tell me everything......"

JENNIFER:

I was sort of pissed about coming back to his office. I'd just had a meeting with him the day before and told him point blank I was not interested in doing this shit movie of his. We must have spoken for an hour about it but I couldn't remember details, just that I told him no way but somehow he talked me into coming back for another one.

So, I was pissed as I came to his office. He was a seriously unattractive man, overweight with greasy black hair and a bad suit and openly leered at me the moment I came in. I sat across from him and just glared at him as he pushed a piece of paper forward. "Here you go," he said. "Big contract, all made up."

I just grabbed it and gave it a quick glance just to humor him. My eyes went up and I stared at him. "No percentage of the gross. 50% pay cut. You actually expect me to agree to this shit?"

"I think it's nice," Donny shrugged. "The film will give you a boost."

"One I don't need," I said angrily. "I don't want to sign this shit, I'm not flashing my body and this meeting is over."

"I don't think so," he said and held up a gold watch, swinging it in front of me. I just rolled my eyes in disbelief. "Oh, come on," I said, laughing. "You think you can hypnotize me into signing your crooked contract."

"Not necessary," Donny grinned. "See, I already hypnotized you at the last meeting, basically got you to want to give yourself to me but time ran late so that's why you're here now."

I snorted. "Please. I don't believe you."

"It's time to love, Love."

The moment he spoke, I felt a sudden wave of relaxation wash over me. My eyes just went wide and kept on staring at the swinging watch and I found myself saying, "I am ready to love, Master."

"Good to know," he said, lowering the watch.

"Shall I sign the contract, Master?"

"Not just yet," he grinned. "Get that dress off, Jennifer and start living up to your name."

I was soon naked, lying on his desk, legs spread while he pushed his cock onto my chest. He had me push my breasts around it while he fingered my pussy, two fingers sliding in and out of my lips as he slid his rod in between my tits. He dragged his cock along my nipples as he dug in, I was moaning, my legs bouncing around over the edge, my hair hanging down as he went at me. I could feel myself start to build as he fingered me, cock going back in between my breasts and I was soon coming over his hand as he shot his wad over my chest, staining my tits with cum.

He moved up and put his cock in me, ramming in and out as he talked. "You'll do the movie, Love."

"Yes....." "You'll do whatever I want you to do, Love."

"Yes....."

"You'll let me fuck you anytime I want, Love."

"Yes......"

"I'm your Master, Love."

"YES....!!"

THE INTERVIEWER:

I cut her off, knowing all I needed to know and then some. I took a few moments to calm myself, blowing up at the guy right now wouldn't help. I took a breath and started to talk. "Jennifer, listen very carefully. I want you to remember everything Donny has told you, Jennifer. What he's told you to do, how to act, the triggers to put you back under, the ways he's told you to love him. Take all of that and put it all together, Jennifer, just put it all together and tell me when you have."

I watched her chest rise up and down as she thought. "I have...." she whispered.

"All right, Jennifer. Now, in a few minutes, you'll feel pleasure, Jennifer, you'll feel a great deal of pleasure, quite a lot of pleasure, Jennifer, quite a lot of pleasure. You'll soon feel an orgasm, Jennifer, you'll soon feel a very large orgasm and when you do, all these things Donny has told you to do, all these things that he has told you will be erased from your mind, they will be gone from your mind when you feel yourself orgasm."

I moved down and to her waiting pussy, pushing my face into her clit. I let my tongue drag inside and loved the soft moan as Jennifer felt me in her. I soon went at her in earnest, tongue lapping away at her pussy. Evidentially, her arousal was high thanks to Donny's work and I could feel her juices start to release on my tongue. I kept working away, glancing up at her to see her pushing her breasts together, moaning louder and louder as I went at her, tongue working furiously on her lips. Jennifer's body arched as I felt her come, her juices splattering on my face as I licked and swallowed every drop I could get to.

I moved up and looked over at Jennifer. "Jennifer, has Donny ever bragged about anything illegal?"

"Yes......"

"Then let's hear about it, Jennifer......."

DEAN:

I was perusing my paper carefully the next morning, reading a story I had been told would be quite interesting. It was an item about Donny Ross being busted for fraudulent accounts and tax dodging. Seems he'd been scamming money from his clients for a while now, skimming just enough not to be noticed but make him a nest egg. Needless to say, his agency was coming down around him and he was facing some jail time too.

I couldn't feel sorry for him, not after what I'd been told over the phone call the night before. Bastard deserved everything he got. A knock on the door got my attention and I looked up to see Jennifer poke her head in. "Um, I know I don't have an appointment but could I...."

"Sure," I nodded as she came in. She was dressed in just jeans and a shirt and a sorry expression. She moved over to the desk, standing on the other side of the desk. "Um....I'm sure you heard about Donny."

"Hard to miss," I said, folding up the paper. "Have a seat."

She did and looked up at me. "Look. Obviously, that movie's not going to happen and I guess it's a good thing. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to it or even being with him. God, I must have been high or something to be with him."

"No problem," I shrugged.

Jennifer bit her lip. "Dean.....I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday. You're really a great agent and you cared about me a hell of a lot more than Donny did. And I'm really sorry about what I said with Leo, that was so out of line."

"Again, no problem," I shrugged.

Jennifer slowly rose and moved over to my side of the desk, a little smile on her face. "I do want you back as my agent. And I"m sorry for what I said." The smile grew. "Let me give you a little reward for that."

She moved onto her knees before me, hands moving to my zipper and pulling it down. My cock popped out and it didn't take long for it to get hard for her. She moved forward and took my member into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down the smooth shaft. I groaned as I felt her tickle the tip with her tongue, loving how she could blow me. She let her fingers squeeze my balls, tongue briefly licking at them before going back to sucking on my rod. I gripped the armrests as she went at me, tongue sliding over the shaft harder, lips working faster and faster up and down my rod as I got ready to release. I shut my eyes held on as I shot my load down her throat, her lips staying on long after I'd released.

She stood up and pulled her shirt off her head, revealing her naked tits. She slid off her jeans, shoes and panties and moved onto me. "Is this a good payment to take me back?" she whispered as she moved onto me, her hands sliding into my shirt, opening it and pressing against my chest.

"I think it'll work just fine," I said as I shuffled my pants further down. I watched Jennifer move onto me on the chair, hooking her legs around the arms, her round tits pushed into my face as she slid herself onto my cock. "Although I think you do owe me more of a pleasant good-bye this time."

"I'll work on it," she muttered as she kissed me hard, working herself up and down on my cock. She pushed my face to her tits and moaned as I licked at them. As I worked on her, I made a note to make sure to find some way to pay that Interviewer guy back somehow. For now, I put that aside and made it my priority to enjoy an hour of Love.

THE END

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