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Subject: {ASSM} JOA: Ch. 5 - Christina Aguilera (MMF/cons/celeb)
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 5 - Christina Aguilera (MMF/cons/celeb)

By Carnage Jackson

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This is Part 5 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act
like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.
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	Life was good. In my two months since taking over the talent
agency from my father, not only had I fooled around with some of the
hottest women in Hollywood, but the accountants told me that the firm
was bringing in records amounts of money. And of course there was
Alyssa Milano, my current girlfriend and who I felt was my soul mate. I
couldn't think of anything else to make life better. I was truly at a
plateau of bliss. However, when things can no longer go up, the only
direction they tend to go is down.

	The trouble started when I got a call from Rick Dugan, a music
industry veteran and all around sleazebag with a reputation of ruining
things with clients by thinking with his dick. When Julie (my
secretary) buzzed my office and told me that Rick was on the phone, I
shuddered to myself and apprehensively picked up the phone.

	"This is Dean," I said into the mouthpiece.

	"Dean baby, what's up! This is Rick Dugans, head of Spin It
Records. How you doing? That's great. I need to talk to you about
something," Rick said all in one breath before I could even get a word
in.

	Dealing with him wouldn't be a pleasant experience, I could
tell already. Nevertheless, this was work, and I tried to sound open
minded.

	"Sure Rick, I'm listening. Go ahead," I replied.

	"Well, the thing is, it's this little cunt Christina Aguilera.
Now, don't get me wrong, she is a great piece of ass. In fact, I've
been sticking it to her for the past year. But listen, she's getting
sick of putting up with me and my shit. So she wants to meet with you
about maybe becoming your client. But no offense Dean, but I don't
wanna let her go, you know? So maybe if I uhh...pat your back, you can
help me keep her on board here at Spin It," he said boastfully.

	I knew right away what he was talking about, any one could have
figured it out. If he paid me some money, I would help him keep her by
making up some bullshit excuse as to why we couldn't take her on at the
firm. At first I was revolted at the idea of having to deal with him,
but then I started thinking about Alyssa and how even though we were
both well off financially, it would be nice to have some money I could
blow frivolously on her with a vacation or something. My heart
outweighed my logic this time, and I agreed grudgingly to help him out.

	"Yea, I'm sure something can be arranged," I sighed into the
phone "Just set something up with Julie and then I will see you then,"

	"Great! Thanks man. We can arrange the ahem...helping
hand...right before she comes in if you want," he said enthusiastically.

	"Whatever works for you. Listen I have to go to a meeting," I
lied to him. "I'll speak with you later."

	With that we ended the conversation, and Julie took over,
setting up an appointment for me.

	Reclining back in my chair, my thoughts drifted to Alyssa, so I
decided to call her up. We met at a Chinese restaurant for lunch and
then went back to her place and made love for a few hours. By the time
I got home that night at 2 AM, I had totally forgotten about Rick and
his little deal.



	Two weeks passed before the deal became a thought on my mind
again. It was only after Julie came in for her usual 10 AM morning
visit to tell me about appointments of the day.

	"12:00 you have a conference call with Universal, 2:00 you have
lunch with Mr. Blake, head of your father's finances. And at 3:30, your
meeting with Rick Dugan," she said, reading from her scheduling book.
Startled by the recognition of the Dugans meeting, I stopped Julie in
mid sentence.

	"Dugan? Oh man, I forgot I made that commitment. Oh well, best
to get it over with," I said. Julie just rolled her eyes and looked at
me sardonically.

	"Is he really that bad? He seemed nice enough on the phone,"
she said.

	"Let's just put it this way. If I had to choose between having
a root canal on every tooth or going to a meeting with him, I'd pick
the root canal," I sighed, leaning back in my chair with my hands
behind my head.

	3:30 rolled around and I headed over to meet Rick. Walking into
the office of Spin It records, I was in total disbelief at how a sleaze
like Rick could build such a vast empire. The office space for the
company was extremely nice, with the hallways lined all the way down
with gold and platinum records of some of the hottest acts in the past
20 years. Of course, Spin It had been bought out years ago by Sony, but
Rick still basically ran things and signed new talent. With a voice
like hers, I was amazed that he had managed to land Christina Aguilera.
But then again, I had to give the guy credit that at least he knew how
to work the business and the people in it. Walking into his inner
office, I was greeted by his secretary and asked to take a seat, Mr.
Dugan would be ready in a few minutes. Leafing through a music magazine
while I waited, the door opened 5 minutes later and out came a very
young looking girl, no older than 17 at least, who looked very flushed
and was straightening out her blouse as she walked. She was very
attractive, and had a "girl next door" look to her, complete with the
classic blond hair, blue eyes. In fact, I thought it was Christina
herself until I got a good look at her as she was walking out the door.
No, this girl was a little on the chunky side, she couldn't be anyone
famous. Then I caught myself, realizing how dehumanizing that sounded.
A minute later, Rick opened the door and invited me in, he himself
looking very sweaty and hot. Right away I could tell that he was
fucking the little girl who had just walked out of the office. I was
amazed how he could do it when he knew I was outside of the door, just
a few feet away. Shaking my head in amazement, I walked into his
office, checking my seat for any stains before I sat down. Luckily, the
rest of his office was just as nice as the rest of the building, and
things seemed to be neat and orderly. Rick got right down to business.

	"Alright Dean, let's get squared away. I'll give you 10,000 for
doing this, and all you have to do is come up with some shitty excuse
why you can't bring her on as a client, alright?"

	The amount knocked me back a little, but I regained my
composure quickly. Nodding in agreement, I said "Sounds good. When is
she getting here?" I asked.

	"15 minutes. IF she is on time, and you know little bitches
like her are never on time," he said disgustedly. "Listen, I'm going to
go grab a quick shower till she gets here. I got sweaty from
uhhh...working out. If you need anything, my secretary is right
outside. Till then, look around, make yourself comfortable, whatever,"

	With that he walked out of the room, and I stood up to look at
all the plaques on his wall. The ones up there now were big time,
current acts. Apparently he relegated the "lesser" bands to the outer
halls. Walking over to his mini-bar, I fixed myself a rum and coke, and
stood looking out of his huge picture window. Standing there sipping on
my drink and looking out at the city below, my mind started wandering
and I must have ended up in my own little world, as I didn't hear the
door open behind me. I did however hear it close, and I turned around
to look at who it was. At first glance I thought it was the young girl
from earlier, returning to pick up something she forgot maybe, but then
I realized no, this wasn't her. This girl was around the same height
and had virtually the same looks, except her hair had pink attachments
in front, and she was wearing a different outfit than the first girl. A
sheer navy blue tube top like thing and zebra striped pants that looked
like she was poured into, accented all by a belly button ring, and I
knew within a second that this was Christina Aguilera. At first I think
she was confused as to who I was, but then I saw a look of recognition
cross her face. Walking over to greet her, we did the typical Hollywood
hug and cheek kiss, though I had to bend down to kiss her cheek. She
was much shorter in real life than I thought she would be, although
just as pretty.

	"Hi, you must be Dean. I'm Christina," she said, smiling.

	"Yes. I am Dean. And don't worry, I know who you are," I said,
smiling back in a way that I hoped wasn't too cheese ball.

	"Well, I'd like to sort this thing out before that cocksucker
Rick gets back. God damn does that mother fucking prick make me mad,"
she said to herself, the hatred filling the air all around us.

	I was surprised by her colorful language. Not that I hadn't
heard it before, it's just that she had always appeared to be this
sweet and innocent little girl. Apparently not.

	Jokingly, I said. "Where did a young girl like you learn such
nasty words as those?"

	Christina gave me a disapproving stare, and then her tone in
her voice shifted to be a little more throaty and sultry. "Oh don't
worry about what I know how to say. I can DO things that are much
nastier than that,"

	Feeling the temperature in the room jump about ten degrees from
just that one sentence, I cleared my throat and motioned for her to sit
down. She did, and I turned to face her.

	"While I was waiting for you to arrive, I have been looking
over your contract. You seem to have such a sweet deal here, I can't
imagine why you would want to leave," I said, starting to lay the
ground work for my escape from bringing her to my agency.

	Twirling her hair on her finger, Christina gazed off at some
unknown point and said almost dreamlike "The money is good. But Rick
isn't fucking me the way I like to be fucked,"

	Trying to play it off and change the subject (as well as quell
my growing erection).

	"Well, it's not our policy to take talent away from another
firm when they are already under contract. Plus, right now, we aren't
really looking to invest in any more stars of your caliber. In fact," I
started to say, but was cut off abruptly just by the look given to me
by Christina, whose head snapped forward and who glared directly at me.

	"That prick!" she said loudly. "Rick is paying you not to hire
me. I can't believe it. He stops fucking me for two days and thinks
that I'm all heartbroken over him because his 6 inch dick can't please
me. Well, I'll show him," she said to herself.

	"No, Christina it's not like that. It's just that with all the
other musicians and," I tried to argue with her, but she cut me off
again.

	"Oh save it. I may be young but I know when I'm getting
screwed. I've been in this business longer than you," she shouted back
at me. I was now feeling very uncomfortable and embarrassed, and I
wondered where the hell Rick was to calm down this diva.

	Trying fruitlessly to interject with her again, my mind raced
as I tried to reason with her. "I'm telling you, we aren't hiring right
now. We just don't need you," I said flatly.

	Christina wasn't even listening to me anymore, she now stood
with her hands on her hips, pondering who knows what. Her face slowly
began to change however from anger to a look of calm resign. I couldn't
even imagine what was coming next.

	Walking over to me, she kneeled down in front of me and looked
up into my face. Her eyes were beautiful, as was her face, something
that I realized was such a rare trait: a true, natural beauty.

	"I'm sorry I yelled at you Dean," she said, almost
whispering. "It's not your fault. All of this was caused by Rick and he
is the person to blame, not you. But I know he agreed to pay you to not
hire me on. I just need you to tell me right now if this is true. I
have to know before I can consider leaving him as a representative and
a lover,"

	Feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place, I tried to avert
my eyes from her face, but to no avail. Sighing, I returned my gaze
back to her.

	"Yes. Yes, he was going to pay me. $10,000 to not hire you. I'm
sorry I lied, I shouldn't have gotten mixed up in this whole thing," I
said, starting to stand up to leave. But suddenly I felt Christina's
hand on my thigh, moving it's way up to my crotch.

	"Thank you. That's all I needed to know," she whispered. I
again tried to move, but this time she used both hands to push me back
down. Half knowing what was coming next, I felt my throat go dry as I
asked "Christina, what are you doing? Let me up,"

	"Just sit down and relax. Let me handle things from here," she
whispered again. Feeling her hand move to my crotch once more, I
couldn't help get aroused watching her small hands move up and squeeze
my dick through my gray slacks. She slowly began to unzip my pants,
while my body relaxed and let impulse control it, despite the fact that
my brain was going a mile a minute, thinking about what would happen if
Rick walked in; thinking about what would happen if someone else walked
in; but most importantly I thought about Alyssa. Struggling desperately
to keep my dick from thinking for me, finally I resigned myself that a
quick little blow job wouldn't hurt anything, because no one would ever
know about that. Still, I couldn't quite shake that nagging little
conscience in my head. That is, until I felt Christina lick the tip of
my dick as it stuck out of my boxer shorts. Resigned to just let it
happen, I laid back and closed my eyes.

	But a "quick little blowjob" wasn't what Christina had in
store. Hearing a sliding sound, I looked up to see Christina stepping
out of her zebra striped skin hugging pants and pull her panties aside
right outside her tiny little slit. Before I knew what was happening,
she had lowered herself onto my cock. My god was she tight. And so hot
and wet, I felt that my dick would melt inside of her. The velvet of
her pussy sleeve was softer than anything I had ever felt on earth, and
I couldn't believe that I could actually get my dick into her. It was
then that I realized that I wasn't getting an innocent blowjob, I was
fucking another woman. This time, for the moment at least, my logic won
out. Attempting to pull Christina off of my shaft, I said,

	"Christina, I can't. I'm seeing someone and I can't cheat on
her," I said meekly. She was still riding me up and down as she laughed.

	"Haha. You live out her in L.A., you work in Hollywood, and you
worry about cheating on someone. NOW who is acting like the little
kid," she said.

	"Tell me," she said sexily, brushing the pink attachment from
her eyes. "Can your woman do this?" With that, I felt Christina force
herself back onto me all the way, impaling herself. That in and of
itself was a tremendous feeling, but what she did next was incredible.
Starting at the tip of my prick, I felt her voluntarily contract and
expand her pussy muscles around me, creating a ripple effect that shot
all the way down my prick and almost caused me to blow my load inside
of her right then and there.

	Caught totally off guard, I threw my head back and moaned
loudly. Christina smiled devilishly and began riding me up and down
again, occasionally doing the pussy ripple again. I was totally gone
now, driven totally by pure animal lust and no longer clear thinking.
Fuck Alyssa I thought to myself. She is probably getting fucked by
another guy somewhere too. She will never know that I fucked this hot
tight little cunt. She...

	Suddenly my mind cleared up as I heard Christina say, through
labored breathes, "Ok Rick honey, come in and join us,"

	Glancing around Christina's nubile body (she had pulled her
tits out now and was in the process of sucking her own nipple as I
guided her up and down my cock with my hands on her hips, I saw Rick
Dugan standing in front of the chairs and desk, stroking himself. Angry
that he might have been there this whole time, I moved to speak, but
Christina beat me to it, kissing me deeply and keeping me from talking,
knowing probably exactly what I was going to say. While doing this, she
lifted herself off of my dick almost completely. A primal part of me
was mad that she had pulled off before I came, but then I realized that
she wasn't getting off me at all. She was merely moving her ass up so
that it was in range of Rick's dick. Feeling his leg bump against mine,
I saw a look of total bliss on his face as he sunk his dick deep into
Christina's asshole slowly and purposefully. Christina moaned into my
mouth. Finally I could tell that he had bottomed out inside of her, and
he began to move his dick and out of her slowly, building a momentum
and tempo. Catching onto his rhythm quickly, I began to match him
thrust for thrust. While I wasn't happy about cheating on Alyssa, nor
was I happy with sharing a woman with the diseased fleabag that was
Rick Dugan, the allure and feeling of Christina Aguilera's teenage heat
was just too strong.

	All three of us fucked like this fucked for what felt like
hours, a mass of sweat and bodily fluids (my slacks were now covered in
Christina's juices) writhing around on top of a high backed leather
chair. Despite having come in later (no pun intended), Rick appeared to
be coming first. He moaned out loud, as did Christina, and I felt her
shudder all around me as Rick sprayed the inner walls of her ass with
cum. Pulling his softening dick out of her ass, Christina focused her
efforts on getting herself and me off. Pushing down and grinding with
her pelvic muscle (She was strong for such a small girl. Must have been
all the dancing) against my crotch, her blond pussy hair contrasting
with my darkened hair that surrounded my dick and balls, Christina
began talking dirty to herself and to me.

	"Oh yea....that's what I like. Oh yea baby, do that again.
Little Christina can feel your big cock in me. OOOOOOoooo yea. Do it
baby, make me cum. I wanna cum all over your hot cock. Do it to me,
make me cum. Yea, yea, yea! That's it! AGGhhh! I'm
almost there. I can feel you are almost there. Cum inside of me baby.
That's it. That's what I need. I can feel you expanding in me. Shoot
your hot spunk in me. I want it! I WANT IT NOW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

	Her scream echoed throughout the room as she came, her body
shuddering on me. Her pussy rippled once more, and that was more than
enough to send me over the edge, as I felt the first and second stream
hit the deepest nether regions of her pussy, coating it down with her
cum. I thrust into her again for the final three shots, these hitting
the rest of her inside. The room smelled of sex, as Christina slid off
of me, the trail of her own juices leaving a small trail down her leg
and on to my pants.


	Not much was said for the next few minutes. Rick and Christina
kissed while I cleaned myself up, using a stain remover to clean off
the cum stains on my pants. Finally, when we were all neat and tidy
again, I finally spoke.

	"This wasn't about you leaving Spin It was it Christina," I
asked, straightening out my tie.

	"No. I would never leave here," she said, kissing Rick. "This
was just a bet that Rick and I had. He didn't think I could seduce
another man enough to let me get double teamed. But it worked,"

	"So then I was used for a bet?" I said, growing angrier by the
second. "What about that girl you were fucking before I got here Rick?"
I asked, trying to score any points to make up for my total feeling of
being used.

	"Oh, that's a friend of mine. Rick and I fuck other people. But
we always come back," Christina said, smiling.

"As far as being used, yes and no. I'd wanted to fuck you since you got
here to L.A. and your reputation spread. And it was a fantasy of Rick's
to tag team a girl. And you got to fuck me, so that and of itself is a
good deal for everyone involved, wouldn't you say?" said Christina, her
ego now almost as big as the room.

	"And listen, I'll still cut you that check if you want,"
interjected Rick.

	I was furious now. Not just about there egos, but about how I
had let myself get carried away by passion and now how horrible I would
feel about things until I told Alyssa.

	"Look, I don't want your fucking money. I'm not some god damn
gigolo. I'm warning you though; You ever call my office again I will go
straight to MTV and ruin little im-miss-innocent over there's
reputation. You won't be able to get a job singing for the fucking bum
on the street,"

	Christina looked hurt and taken aback by this, and I decided it
was my time to leave. Grabbing my coat, I walked out the door, slamming
it behind me.

	Driving back to my apartment, I changed and tried to get the
smell of sex off of me. But it was no use. No matter how hard I
scrubbed myself, the stench of cheating felt ingrained in me. That
night I was supposed to pick Alyssa up for dinner, but when I finally
pulled up to her house, I sat in my car with my face in my hands for 20
minutes, ashamed at what I had done. I tried to rationalize how shitty
I had been and how it had been the L.A. lifestyle. But no matter how
hard I tried, I couldn't get around the fact that I had to tell Alyssa
before this got to big. Given the terms I left Rick's office on, it was
just a matter of time before this became gossip. Resigning myself to
fate, I walked to Alyssa's door and went inside.

	It's been a week now since that night. I spoke with Alyssa
immediately about it, and despite my heartfelt apology, she told me to
get out and to never come near her again. She said that all of her
contract work with my firm would be done over the phone only and that
if I tried to force her to do something she would drop me so fast it
would make my head spin.

	As I sit here now, watching television on my couch, I have made
a promise to myself. Never again will I put myself in a situation where
I could hurt the person I grow to care about. I will live to date
again, without a doubt. But next time, I won't be the one who gets
burned.



	CHAPTER 6: Eliza Dushku


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