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Subject: {ASSM} JOA: Ch. 14 - Denise Richards (MF/cons/exhib/celeb)
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Feedback and suggestions always welcome. A note: I borrowed the character of
Jack Shaffer from Ruthless Rick, who had used him previously in his story
"Natalie Portman: Casting Couch". Ruthless Rick's email was antiquated so I
don't think he is an active author anymore but if he is and is reading this
then please forgive my forwardness in using him. Shoot me an email if you
want me to remove him and I will make modifications to the story where
appropriate.


Journal of an Agent: Chap. 14 - Denise Richards

By Carnage Jackson

carnagejackson@hotmail.com

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Standard Disclaimer:

You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your
community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know
the rest.

This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial
use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask!

This is Part 14 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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 Looking at the clock on the dashboard of my BMW X5, I watched it change
from 12:00 to 12:01, thereby officially making me late for my meeting with
Denise Richards. Punching in the numbers on my cell phone, I had Julie, my
assistant, give me Denise's cell phone number. I nearly hit the car in front
of me as I reached down to write it down on my notepad. Hanging up with
Julie, I dialed. To my surprise, the driver of the car in front of me (a
compact fire red Mazda Miata) picked up a phone and answered.

 "Hello?" a female voice said.

 "Denise? Is that you in front of me?" I said. I saw her glance back and
wave at me, smiling that sultry smile that had made millions of men across
the world's pants a little tighter.

 "Well, I guess I don't have to feel bad about being the one who is late now
do I?" Denise said with a laugh.

 "No, I guess not. We are only five minutes away so I'm going to hang up
now. I'll see you there," I replied, grinning to myself over the situation.

 "Ok, see you in a few," Denise said, hanging up.

 A couple minutes later we both pulled into the parking garage side by side
on the Paramount Pictures studio lot. Denise got out of her car first and
was dressed like a knockout. Not wearing much makeup, it didn't seem to
matter at all, as her beauty would have been visible from outer space. She
wore a short, knee length off white skirt with a black silk top that more
than exposed her ample cleavage to anyone who passed by. Her long brown hair
was done up in a pony tail above the top of her head. She put her keys in
her purse and walked towards me as I was getting out of my car.

 I had dressed casually because, of all the studios, I was most comfortable
around Paramount and everyone seemed to be much more friendly there when it
came to doing business. Wearing a pair of dark gray slacks and a white
collared shirt with a brilliant red & black striped tie, I personally
thought I looked pretty good, certainly good enough to be walking in with
Denise Richards by my side.

 Taking off her sunglasses, Denise's brilliant green eyes seemed to glow in
the dim light of the garage. We took the stairs of the garage up one flight
and then got inside of a compact full glass elevator that lifted us up the 8
stories to the top of Paramount towers.

 "Wow. Isn't the view breath-taking Dean?" Denise said, turning to me as we
rose. I nodded in reply; it was a brilliant site to see all of the studio
warehouses and offices falling away from us as we shot up in the elevator.
But the ride was short lived and behind us I heard the "DING" of the
elevator coming to a stop. We walked out of it and down the hall toward Jack
Shaffer's office, the head of Paramount.

 "Mr. Shaffer will be with you in just a moment," his bubbly secretary said
as we took a seat in the waiting room of his extremely plush office. Sitting
there in silence, my mind wandered back to the dream I had had the night
before about Britney Spears and how incredibly horny it had made me. Playing
the dream back in my mind, I felt my pants start to bulge a little as I
tried to stay focused on the task at hand and not think about that. Jack
Shaffer, though a nice guy, was a notorious pussy hound and I knew he would
try to maneuver in some way to try and get into the pants of Denise, despite
the fact that I was right there. I couldn't let my guard down for a second
with him for fear that I might end up signing Denise into a less desirable
role for an upcoming film. I had heard rumors that the reason she dumped her
last agent and came on with us was because this very thing had happened once
before and led to her lesbian tryst in "Wild Things".

 I was startled out of my own thoughts by the booming voice of Shaffer as he
walked through the heavy oak double doors of his office to come greet us.

 "Ahh, Dean. How have things been going? And the lovely Ms. Denise Richards.
Always a pleasure," Shaffer said, taking her hand in his as he kissed the
back of it lightly. God, he was starting in on her already. I moved quick to
intervene.

 "Hey Jack. Things have been good. Ready to get down to business?" I said,
stepping between the two of them.

 Jack looked a little perturbed at me for doing this but smiled a polite
smile anyways.

 "Of course. Please, come on in," Jack said, leading us into his office.

 We followed and took a seat in front of him before his oak desk, which I
noticed matched the entire decor of the office. Jack, a tall and lanky man
with slicked back gray hair, took a seat in his overstuffed leather chair in
front of us, a huge plate glass window overlooking the entire studio lot
behind him.

 "Now, let's get started. I've green lighted two projects that I think
Denise would be perfect for. One is an action flick staring either Russell
Crowe or Vin Diesel, playing an anti-hero. Denise, you would play the main
character's love interest, torn between following him or doing what was
right and helping the military hero who is after him. Benicio Del Toro has
already signed on to play that role. Now, this role wouldn't be as
physically intensive as your role in The World Is Not Enough but it would
require a good bit of action stunts. We can get you a script by Thursday if
you want this one and shooting begins in August," Shaffer said, moving a pen
back and forth in his hands.

 "Hmm...sounds interesting. I'd of course have to see the script before I
sign on to anything but yea, I'm interested. What is the other role?,"
Denise replied, sitting up in her chair and looking attentive and
interested. Her 36C breasts jutted against the fabric of her top and I had
to tear myself away from staring at her.

 "Well, the other role is a very hot sexual thriller where you would be
playing opposite of Keanu Reeves. The script is being ironed out right now
but it would require a sizeable amount of love making scenes. We would of
course have to do a light and visual check on you to see how well you carry
over to the camera when you are nude, but I'm sure that if I was left to do
it or someone higher up here at the studio it would be carried out in the
most professional manner possible," Jack continued. My ears perked up at
this last comment and I knew that this was his attempt to weasel into her
pants and get a chance to fuck her. I quickly spoke up.

 "Jack, come on. You and I both know that Denise is very 'photogenic' and
that if she were to do nudity in a film again that what she looks like on
camera wouldn't be an issue. I mean, look at 'Wild Things' for Christ sake.
Where were you when that film was being green lighted?" I said angrily.
Every client that my firm had was valued and I wasn't about to let Denise
Richards be exploited by this horny old man.

 Jack just smiled politely again, a wicked and devilish smile that I knew
was him containing his rage at myself for telling him "no". "Well, we didn't
actually make 'Wild Things' so I wasn't involved in the process. Perhaps you
are right, we can just look at footage from that film and make our
decision," he said.

 Jack focused his attention towards Denise, who this whole time had been
watching us both intently like a poised cat as we argued over her back and
forth.

 "Now Denise, Dean here is a good agent. For his limited experience, he has
a good head on his shoulders," Jack said, making sure to emphasize the word
limited. "But keep in mind that right now, you are the object of lust in the
eyes of teenage to adult men all over the country. Nudity certainly helped
your career when you did 'Wild Things', or else we wouldn't be sitting here
right now. Perhaps another nude scene would bring in enough ticket sales to
send you towards being a bankable star. Just some food for thought," Jack
said, folding his hands on his desk and smiling a warm smile at Denise. I
have to admit that he looked like a concerned father when he did that,
albeit a horny and oversexed one.

 "I won't rule anything out yet, but I need to see a script first. I'm sure
you wouldn't mind sending one to Dean when  you get it complete would you?"
Denise said in reply, her tone cold enough to let Shaffer know that she knew
what was going on.

 "I'd be delighted to. Now, let's talk payment on whichever picture you
decide on," Jack said, his voice changing to one of strictly business.

 We spent the next hour or so bickering and arguing over a few million
dollars, with Jack taking the hard line that if she did the thriller there
was at least $5 million more in it for her, plus a cut of the total box
office gross. I made sure though that no matter what Denise decided, she
would have full control over her character and would get to decide what she
would and wouldn't do on screen, regardless of Jack's prodding.

 As he walked us out of the office, Jack put his hand on Denise's shoulder.

 "When you have a chance to look over those scripts, give me a call.
Whatever you decide on I'm sure will be a smart choice. Perhaps we can have
dinner to help celebrate," Jack said exuberantly, still trying hard to get
Denise out of her panties however possible.

 "Sure, that sounds like a good idea," Denise replied, flashing him a
brilliant white smile. Jack patted her on the shoulder and shut the door
behind us. "Sounds like a winning game plan. See you two later," he said,
closing the door.

 We walked out of the office and got back onto the elevator and I pushed the
button for the ground floor.

 "Thanks for sticking up for me in there Dean," Denise said. "I guess you
heard what happened to my last agent when he let his pants think for both
him and I," she said with a smile.

 "No problem. Shaffer is known for being a major skirt chaser so I wanted to
make sure that you didn't end up doing something you didn't want to. He is
right though you know. You definitely are the "it" girl right now.

 Denise just smiled shyly at me. I guess that even beautiful actresses like
her can be a little bashful sometimes.

 Denise looked like she was about to say something in reply, when suddenly
the elevator was filled with a loud scraping noise that rocked the glass car
back and forth harshly, flinging us into the one metal side by the doors.
The car shook some more as it slid down on it's track slowly until finally
stopping.

 "Fuck!" Denise and I both said in unison. The elevator was stuck.

 Looking up and around the car, there didn't seem to be any damage inside
that I could see. We had only probably gone about a story or two when the
car stopped and looking outside, I saw that we were extremely high up.

 "I think we are stuck," Denise said, walking over to the emergency button
on the elevator and pushing it. No response. Pushing it again, Denise held
it in for a long time, with still no result other than a very slight buzzing
sound. I was afraid that the electricity had cut out in the elevator, which
meant that we were probably being held up only by the friction of the metal
track on the car door and the side of the elevator shaft.

 "Fuck! No one is answering at the control desk! Fuck!" Denise said angrily,
kicking the floor with her heel. Suddenly, the car rocked again from her
kicking, causing both of us to grab onto the handrails on the side of the
elevator. I could feel my heart start to race in my chest at understanding
the full effect of just how bad the situation was.

 "I think we better not do that anymore," I said shakily. Denise's face had
gone a pale white shade and she nodded solemnly in agreement.

 "All we can do is wait I guess. I'm sure that SOMEONE is watching these
elevators or will notice that something is the matter pretty soon," I said,
sitting down carefully in the corner of the car.

 "Yea, you are probably right. At least I HOPE you are right," Denise
replied, taking a seat opposite me. She too sounded a little shaken by this
whole thing.

 I tried dialing back at the office to get Julie to send someone to help but
it was no use - my god damn phone had no signal, not to mention the
batteries were down to only one bar. Denise's phone was the same way,
although she had more battery life on hers. So, we resigned ourselves to
wait and sat in silence in the elevator car.

 After around 30 minutes, with the combined heat of the suns rays beating in
through the glass and without any air in the car, it became very hot, very
quickly. I could feel my whole back become drenched in sweat as the minutes
rolled on. Loosening my tie, I took it off as well as my heavy cotton white
dress shirt and sat there in just an undershirt and my slacks.

 Denise too was getting very warm sitting in the car, although where she was
sitting was in the most shady portion of the stuck contraption. Pulling a
bottle of water from her purse, she sipped on it occasionally to try and
cool down. I had a few sips and between the two of us, it was gone very
quickly, leaving us just as hot as we were before.

 I saw Denise squirming over in her corner, trying to fan herself with the
fabric of her silk shirt. It didn't do much good, as the material stuck to
her wet, sweaty skin. Finally she said "Dean, it wouldn't make you
uncomfortable if I took this shirt off would it? I mean, I would still be
wearing my bra but I just don't want to cross a business line if you know
what I mean," Denise said.

 I gulped dryly in my throat. "No, go ahead. I don't want you passing out
inside of this oven. We've already got enough problems to deal with," I
said.

 Denise smiled and said "Ok" softly. Unbuttoning her shirt in the front, she
made her way down her ample chest and her trim tummy to unbutton the shirt,
peeling it off of her sweaty skin and setting it in the middle of the car.
Her bra was a lace Victoria's Secret brand, and I could see beads of sweat
running down her breasts and soaking into the fabric. Taking her hair down
from her ponytail, she shook her head lightly back and forth and let her
rich brown hair drape over her shoulders.

 Closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall of the car, she
sighed "That's much better,"

 I nodded in agreement, enjoying the free show sitting just a few feet in
front of me. I put my hands to my forehead and pretended like I was covering
my eyes from this exasperating situation when really I was transfixed by the
site of her large breasts moving up and down slowly as she breathed.

 We sat in silence again for a while, and I could feel all of my energy and
strength being sapped out of me as I sweated profusely. Both of us had taken
off our shoes and had piled all of our clothes now in a little pile in the
center of the car. Glancing at my watch, I saw we had been there for over an
hour and a half.

 I must have dozed off because suddenly I heard a man's voice on the loud
speaker above us.

 "Everyone alright in there?" the voice said, a deep gruff sound.

 "It's very fucking hot in here. Are you going to get us down anytime soon?"
Denise yelled back at him.

 "We're working on it. How many people are in the car?" the man said.

 "Just two of us," I replied. "And we are about to die from heat exhaustion.
Any idea at all when you will let us out of here?" I said.

 "We have two technicians up at the top of the shaft. They said it will be
another hour at least. Just sit tight. If you look over on the far right of
the car, there is a panel you can open to let some air in there. That should
help you out a little bit," the man said.

 I looked over to where he was talking about and sure enough, there was a
panel. It was about 2 feet by 2 feet and welded onto the outer wall by clear
hinges. I don't know how we missed seeing it before. Pushing on it, it swung
open and I felt a cool breeze rush in.

 "Thanks for telling us about the window," Denise said. "Can you see us in
here or just hear us?"

 "No ma'm, we can only hear you. The video camera shorted out when the car
stopped so we have to talk to you now through this radio frequency," the
voice said.

 "Oh. Ok," Denise said, sounding a little dejected.

 "In the meantime, you folks just hang in there and we will get you down as
soon as we can," the man said. "If you need anything, just push that CALL
button above the emergency button,"

 "Alright, thanks," I said. I heard the click of the call ending and then we
were in silence again, except for the sound of the freeway traffic and
blaring horns a few miles away from the studio.

 "Another fucking hour in this hellhole," Denise said. "I'm not sure if I
can make it. I think I might have blacked out a few times there a while
ago,"

 "Yea. Modern technology. Fucking great," I replied. "Maybe you should come
sit over here by me. The air from this window feels good and it sure woke me
right up,"

 Denise crawled over towards me on her hands and knees, afraid to stand up
and risk rocking the car again.

 Taking a seat next to me, Denise reached her arm out of the window and felt
the breeze, letting it run lazily through her fingers.

 "It does feel nice out there. I can't believe we didn't notice that thing
before," Denise said, laughing at the situation.

 "Hey, I know. Why don't we keep talking? That will pass the time and keep
us both from getting too tired from exhaustion," Denise said, facing me. Her
brown hair was matting on her forehead and a loose strand hung right down
the center of her face sexily.

 "Yea, that sounds like a good idea. Was there something you wanted to talk
about? Did you have any opinions on those scripts?" I replied, trying not to
get lost in her emerald gaze.

 "No, not really," Denise said softly. "They both sound okay. Even the sex
one, I actually kind of enjoyed doing 'Wild Things', it was exciting. What I
wanted to ask you was about the waiting room today. You seemed really vacant
and distant. Are you ok?"

 I was amazed that a girl like Denise was concerned about me, and I would
have laughed at the situation, had I not seen the genuine worry in her eyes.
Swallowing the laugh in my throat, I tried to think of the best way to tell
her what had really been distracting me.

 "Oh, that. No, I'm fine. I was just thinking about a dream I had last
night, that's all," I replied, carefully choosing my words. I was hoping
that by being intentionally vague I would help deter her from asking any
more questions and thus keeping me from spilling the details of my sordid
sex dream. But to my surprise, it only encouraged her more.

 "A dream huh? Wow! I've been reading this book all about dreams. It
analyzes them and tells you what they mean. I think it's soooo interesting,"
Denise said, her face lighting up. She was giggling like a little school
girl almost and I knew that my goose was cooked. "So tell me Dean, what was
in this dream that you can't stop thinking about,"

 "No, I can't tell you about it," I replied flatly.

 "Oh yes you can! Come on! I want to know!" Denise said, tugging on my arm
like a little girl.

 "No, I really don't think you want to hear it," I said, trying to sound
convincing.

 "Yes I do. Trust me, I've read lots of weird and freaky shit, what I've
read will be hard to top. Now tell me!" Denise demanded, pulling on my arm
with more force now.

 "Alright, alright, I'll tell you. Just quit trying to yank my arm out of th
e socket," I said.

 Denise let go of my arm and sat up straight, ready to listen intently with
what I had to say. Part of me told me to lie, to just make something up. But
a stronger part knew that by lying I would just create more problems for
myself. I didn't want to lose Denise's hard earned trust so I just bit the
bullet and started recounting my kinky Britney Spears sex dream.

 "Well, it was about Britney Spears," I said, casting my eyes to the floor,
occasionally stealing a look up into Denise's. She was watching me with
intent interest.

 "And we were on the set of where she filmed that Pepsi commercial, you know
which one I mean. Hell you were in a Pepsi commercial!" I said. Denise just
nodded and smiled and said "Go on,"

 "Well, it's dark and I get drawn towards Britney who is up on some stage. I
follow her around some, and I don't remember all the details of this part,
but we are naked suddenly and having sex there on the stage," I said, now
paying very close attention to Denise. I saw a flicker of some sort run
across her eyes, like lust or sexual energy of some sort, even though her
face didn't change at all.

 "Go on," Denise whispered. I saw that she was folding and unfolding her
hands in her waist and that my storytelling was turning her on.

 "And then right before we finish fuc...er, making love, we are surrounded
by this group of guys who I recognize as her dancers from the commercial. I
lead them all in taking turns fucking Britney. It's not like we are raping
her or anything, but she is just being this totally submissive slut. Then,
the last thing I know, I'm on a white bed with and having sex with her by
myself. Then I wake up," I said to her, playing back the details in my mind
that I felt were necessary to leave out.

 "Wow. That sounds like a pretty vivid dream," Denise said dreamily, staring
at the wall distantly.

 I was starting to get a little uncomfortable with her reaction, so I tried
to change the subject or get the topic to something else.

 "So umm...you've read the book. What do you think that means? What does the
book have to say?" I said. Denise looked at me, her mind finally returning
to her.

 "To be honest, I don't know. See, I bought that book because I was having
the same sort of problem. All these really weird and kinky sex dreams about
all sorts of things. They started about a year ago and now I seem to get
them every two or three nights," Denise said. Her face was now just inches
from mine and I realized that we were both whispering.

 "Tell me about what was in these sorts of dreams," I said, swallowing hard.

 "Well, there was this one where I'm dressed in all leather and I have this
big, black whip in one hand and a long, 12 inch dildo in the other. And I'm
whipping this girl on the floor, only I can't see who she is. But every time
I whip her, she cries out in pain so to shut her up I shove the dildo into
her pussy. Then, before I know it, I'm fucking this girl with the dildo
strapped on to me. And right before I cum, I wake up," Denise said, using
her hands to illustrate what she is doing.

 If the room had been 90 degrees before, it suddenly must have risen at
least 10 degrees in temperature. My cock was rock hard in my pants as I
imagined Denise fucking another girl with a strap-on.

 "Some dream you have there. Definitely kinky..." I said, my voice trailing
off.

 "But you want to hear one of my kinkiest dreams?" Denise said sexily, her
lips almost touching mine.

 "Suuuurrree...." I said, my voice wavering a little as I tried to remain
cool.

 "I'm stuck in this elevator see, with this really handsome man. We are both
hot and sweaty from waiting in the elevator and he has just told me this
really wicked, hot sex dream of his. And all I want to do is rip his clothes
off and feel his big, rock hard prick inside of me all day long. I don't
even care if a million people are seeing it, all I can think about doing is
fucking his brains out," Denise said to me. She was leaning over me now and
I didn't realize that I was leaning back against the wall at an angle, the
helpless prey of this naughty sex kitten.

 "You ever have any dreams like that Dean?" Denise whispered to me and I
decided I just couldn't take any more of it.

 "No, but I've had a few brushes with reality that resemble that," I said.
Grabbing Denise's head, I pull her lips to mine. Feeling like fire, our skin
and tongues wrestle with each other and we try feverishly to feel more and
more of each other. All my body can feel is the desire to touch and hold
Denise. Clothes fly everywhere as Denise rips off her skirt and bra and
flings it aside.

 Denise's breasts are a beautiful sight, hanging before me. So rich and
full, they sway gently and tantalizingly over my mouth. Her nipples are rock
hard and fully aroused, the brown of her areola flushing to become an even
richer shade. Grabbing a breast in my hand, I pull it down to my mouth with
Denise leaning above me, supporting herself with her arms by my side.

 Moaning, Denise lowers her hips over my crotch and grinds herself
devilishly into me. And while the feeling is sheer bliss, laying on my back
on a hot metal elevator isn't. Lifting Denise off of me, I move her with
force against the wall of the elevator so that we are both pressed against
the glass overlooking the whole studio lot, both of us in various states of
undress. I am now down to just my boxers and nothing else while Denise is
writhing beneath me in my arms wearing a simple black silk thong, her ass
cheeks keeping the material pressed tightly to her skin from the sweat of
the room.

 My hands are roaming all over Denise's body now, and I can feel her
casually slip hers inside of my boxers to squeeze my ass gently, bringing
her hand down occasionally to cup my balls and rub her hand over my already
excruciatingly hard cock.

 With her palms, she grabs the inside of the material of my boxers and pulls
them down, leaving me standing there naked as I hold her in my arms. I rub
my cock against the fabric of her panties, feeling the moistness of it
touching the tip of my dick. Sliding them aside with my finger, I slowly
enter her, her pussy enveloping my rod completely.

 Denise moans loudly and sighs as I slip all 9 inches of my cock into. I can
feel my balls slapping against the bottom of her cunt, our pubes rubbing
against each other to create a soft crinkling sound from our sweat and her
dripping juices. Taking my time thrusting into her, I rotate my shaft around
inside of her, exploring every centimeter of her with my dick from all
angles. Then without warning, I thrust into her hard, trapping her clit
beneath my cock as I shove, creating unbearable friction. Crying out so loud
that it shakes the elevator car, Denise's orgasm shakes her from her toes to
her chest as I feel her shudder beneath me and her juices trickle down my
legs.

 My slow pace must have been too much of a tease for Denise, because before
I know it, she has wrapped her legs against me and pushed me back hard into
the far wall, causing the glass of the elevator to shake and sway. I must
admit I was a little nervous given our situation, but if something were to
happen, I couldn't think of a better way to go out. Supporting Denise with
my arms under her butt, she rocks her hips back and forth into my lap as I
hold us both up, her long brown hair swinging around wildly as she gyrated
on top of my lap.

 Fucking her was getting more difficult, as my arms and legs were getting
tired from having to support her (although my cock was certainly enjoying
IT'S placement in all of this). Setting Denise down on her feet, she whined
a little as I pulled my cock out of her so I could re-adjust my position.
Looking down into her deep green eyes, all I could see was pure lust in
them. Grabbing her hard again (she seemed to like it a little rough), I took
her hands and folded them above her head. Next, pushing her naked body
against the large glass window pane, her nipples leaving a slight residue of
sweat as her hot skin was pressed against the glass, I bent her over at the
waist to give me full access to her pussy.

 Denise's ass looked incredible thrust out there before me, the sweet honey
of her cum covering her cunt like a moist flower and her tan, firm ass
cheeks quivering in anticipation of what I was going to do next. I spread
her legs a little wider and then moved up behind her, guiding my cock home.
I slid the tip in slowly at first, but gave her the rest of my 9 inches in
one sharp thrust. She had been waiting for me to slip into her, so when the
head first entered her she cooed in enjoyment, until I entered her the rest
of the way, in which her moan became a guttural cry of pure lust, her body
taking over for her pleasure overloaded mind.

 I grabbed Denise by the waist now and began sliding in and out of her
quickly, my dick stretching and teasing her contracting pussy muscles with
every thrust. Her cunt had opened up very wide now, and I had no trouble as
I fucked her, occasionally slipping two or three fingers inside of her for
effect.

 I put my face up next to hers and watched her eyes close tightly with every
stroke into her I made. Looking out the window, I noticed that anyone could
look up and see us. The thrill of knowing that a total stranger could be
watching Denise and myself fucking each other like animals in heat was an
incredible turn on. Now I know why all those exhibitionists get off on it.

 Focusing back on the task at hand, I slipped another finger into Denise's
cunt, bringing the total now up to three (as well as my cock). She shuddered
again when my finger entered her, invoking another orgasm that coated my
hand with her sweet juices.

 Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I licked my fingers clean of her sweet
nectar and savored the sweet, salty taste of her juices. I ran my hand down
Denise's side, feeling her silky smooth flesh beneath my touch as I caressed
past her hip over her ass. I slid my fingers into the cleft of her ass,
causing her to moan and grunt in pleasure a little as I did so.

 "Oooooo yea...stick your finger in my ass!" Denise growled at me, a look of
animal sexuality on her face as she spoke. I continued to tease her ass,
rubbing first one and then two fingers over her pert asshole before slipping
the tip of my index finger inside of her. I felt her sphincter quickly
contract a little around my finger invading her hole, but it just as quickly
relaxed and I began to slide more of my finger inside of her. Pulling it out
slowly, I got all but the tip of my fingernail out of her butt before I
shoved my finger back in hard on the same upstroke that my cock made.

 I built up a rhythm inside of her as I worked my finger in time with my
cock. I could feel the narrow membrane between her pussy walls and her tight
ass hole every time I worked in and out of her, and I knew that the pleasure
of our fucking and the added heat and friction of being finger fucked in the
ass was certain to give Denise at least another orgasm or two before I even
had my own.

 Amazed at my stamina for not coming after being so worn out from the heat,
I realized that the car and video camera could come back on any time now, I
had to ignore the thrill of such a risk and speed things up if I wanted to
get my own rocks off. Removing my hand from her butt, I grabbed Denise by
the ass hard and starting fucking her cunt hard as she balanced herself on
the wall, her firm body leaving sweat impressions every time she touched the
hot glass of the elevator.  Denise knew I was trying to get off, and she was
more than happy to help. I felt her hand and her long finger nails reach up
under her cunt and cup my balls, teasing and pulling on them the opposite
direction as I fucked her. My shaft was like a well-oiled machine now,
moving in and out of her completely with every thrust before bottoming out
within her and hitting the softness of the back of her pussy wall hard.

 Denise now was fondling my balls in time with my fucking, squeezing them
gently and moving her hand up and down over her own cunt as she tried to get
us both off.

 "Dean...I'm going to cum! Cum with me! ARRRGGHH!!" Denise moaned as she
neared another orgasm. I felt my building and all it took was one more soft
caress of my balls with her hand before I felt my seed speeding up through
my shaft and exploding deep within her. Denise moaned in orgasm as she too
came. I felt her juices explode all over my cock as I came, coating it from
head to end.

 I stayed buried in Denise as we leaned against the glass of the elevator
wall. Finally Denise lowered her leg and climbed off of me. Putting her
panties back on, she couldn't resist feeling me one more time and thrust
herself onto me, embracing me in a deep and passionate kiss.

 We were interrupted by the elevator technicians voice again.

 "Sorry about that, I went to go grab a sandwich and then I come back and
hear screaming. Everything ok in there?" the man said.

 "Fine. You must be hearing things because uhh.." I said, my train of
thought interrupted as I watched Denise scoop up a trail of cum that was
running down her leg and then lick it off her finger. "uhh...we weren't
screaming or anything,"

 "Ok, maybe so. Well, we got the elevator fixed. We're going to try and
bring you down right now, but you might want to hold on to something just in
case," the man said. Denise and I quickly redressed and then she took hold
of me as we felt the elevator descend.

 A little rocky start at first, we reached the bottom in no time. Before the
doors opened, Denise gave me another quick kiss and said "That was fun.
Let's try that again sometime," Denise whispered to me before straightening
out her blouse. The door to the elevator opened and we were greeted by three
burly looking workmen standing around to see what yuppies were stranded in
the elevator. I got a good deal of satisfaction however when I saw their
jaws drop when they saw Denise step out of the elevator. All three were
speechless as Denise and I walked to our cars.

 "Cya around Dean. I'll let you know what I decide on the film, k?" Denise
said, blowing me a kiss.

 "Sure thing. I'll talk to you real soon," I said.


 If only that would turn out to be true. The next few months, as you will
soon learn, would prove to be some of the most trying of my life as love and
danger take on a whole new meaning for me out here in Hollywood...


 CHAPTER 15: Natalie Portman


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