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Saw a request for a repost of this. I don't know what happened to the
original posting but I can't seem to find it anywhere. Anyways, here
it is.





Feedback and suggestions always welcome. Thanks to everyone for giving
such positive feedback on my experiment into longer fiction last 
chapter. More of that to come, plus lots more celeb sex. My thanks
also
to Anonymous and the people behind the legendary "Showtime" series for
letting me borrow Steve Colt.  Enjoy. 

Journal of an Agent: Chap. 16 - Penelope Cruz 

By Carnage Jackson 

carnagejackson@hotmail.com 

_____________________________________________________ 

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 16 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act
like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all. 
_____________________________________________________ 

With the media whirlwind regarding Natalie Portman and myself being
attacked by my deranged former assistant Julie becoming just a fading 
news headline, I knew I had to move on and change a few things. 

The first of which was that I needed much higher security for the
stars
and myself. I had been living in a fantasy world when I didn't have
any
sort of bodyguard or escort for Natalie or myself that fateful night, 
so I knew I should perhaps look to an outside source for security. 
After speaking with a few of my stars, many of them recommended either
through personal experience or friends that I contact Steve Colt, who 
ran a security firm for some of the hottest stars in the world. I got 
his office number and gave him a call while sitting in my office, 
pouring over some movie contracts. 

"This is Steve Colt, head of security, how can I help you?" 

"Hi Steve, my name is Dean Simonds and I run Shooting Stars Talent
Agency. Your firm came highly recommended to me by many stars, 
including your wife Bridget. I was wondering if you could help me out 
by providing security for some of my talent. I'm open of course to 
negotiation on fees," I said into the phone. 

"Ahh, the infamous Dean Simonds who almost ate a bullet a few weeks
back," Steve said jokingly into the phone. "I'm sorry to hear about 
what happened to you and Ms. Portman. I'm sure George Lucas would have
sued you into the ground if something had happened to his Queen 
Amidala," 

I laughed in return. "Don't remind me. The headaches were bad enough
dealing with the police and media, I don't even want to think what 
would have happened if things had been any worse," I said. 

"I understand. It's a scary world out there. But all of us here at the
firm do our best to prevent that. Since you deal with so many of the 
celebrities we protect, I'm sure we can arrange some kind of deal," 
Steve said. "How soon do you need some of our guys around your people 
and how drastic are we talking?" 

"As soon as possible. I think that one, maybe two at the most
bodyguards
would be sufficient, depending on the star. If it's a big awards 
ceremony or a public event then we may need to step it up some but 
otherwise I think one or two will do. The only request I have is that 
they stay very low key. I believe in holding private conversations and
meetings with my stars and as trustworthy as your men are, I still 
would like to be with them in private. I'm sure you understand," I 
replied, bouncing my pen on my leg as I thought to myself how sleazy 
that sounded. Too late now, but I'm sure that he had dealt with people
far worse than me. 

"Nope, I understand completely. That is our specialty, to let the
stars
lead private lives. I can fax you over some numbers on a per star 
basis, etc but since you need to act soon, I'll go ahead and provide 
someone immediately. Who of your clientele are you meeting with next?"
Steve said. 

Glancing down at my calendar, I said "Sarah Michelle Gellar? I'm
meeting
her for lunch next week. Can you have one of your guys there to watch 
us?" 

"Not a problem at all. Like I said, we can work out payment later.
It's
been nice talking to you but I have to run," Steve said. 

"Yea, same with you. Thanks, I'm sure your terms will be agreeable.
Talk
to you later," I said and heard the click as Steve hung up. 

With security taken care of, I set out on my next job - to find a
replacement for Julie. The interviewing process started as soon as I 
hung up the phone and lasted for almost 4 hours. Parading in and out
of
my office were short, dumpy unattractive women, beautiful right out of
school naive college girls and even a few nerdy looking guys who
seemed
to lack people skills altogether. I had resigned myself to the fact 
that most of the people who were unemployed were so for a reason. I
had
no idea Julie was as good as she was, despite having been a complete 
psychotic. Each interview became a struggle for me as I tried to 
contain my disgust for some of these people. So with a sigh, I leaned 
back in my overstuffed leather chair and got ready for the next 
applicant. 

"NEXT!" I shouted from my chair, through the open door to my office. A
part of me was amazed though that with these losers applying that I
got
such a thrill from flat out rejecting them. It was a power I had never
felt before because often I had been in their positions. 

In walked a gigantic black man. He was at least as tall as I was,
probably taller, and built like a football player. His head was shaved
bald and his skin was of a lighter hue than the other black applicants
who had come in. He had a neatly kempt black goatee and was dressed 
quite impeccably in a suit and tie that seemed to stretch on his 
massive body with every breath he took. Despite looking the part, he 
was clearly quite nervous or dumbfounded or something by my office. He
folded and unfolded his resume in his hand absent-mindedly, glancing 
around the room, his gaze directed towards my wall of award statues 
that stars from the agency had won and had let me borrow for display. 

"Have a seat please," I said to him. This startled him a little bit
but
he complied and walked over to a chair facing across from me, sinking 
his hulking massive frame into the chair. He appeared to be awestruck 
by this whole experience. 

"May I see your resume please?" I said to him as he sat dumbly in the
chair. 

"Huh? Oh, yea yea of course," he said, handing it to me, the three
sheets of paper folded in half. 

"Thanks," I said, unfolding it and glancing down at it to scan. I was
already considering my rejection wording but decided to give him a
fair
look any ways. "Hmm...Damon Brill. Age 27. From Brooklyn, New York. 
Well Damon you look at little lost here in L.A. for someone from such
a
large city. 

Damon spoke for the first time. 

"No...I mean, no sir, I'm not lost at all. I've lived here for 12
years.
I just graduated from USC and saw your ad in the paper and decided to 
give the job a shot," Damon said. He was soft spoken but his voice was
deep and thundered as he spoke like an Olympian God. 

"USC huh? You must have graduated with a large class because half of
the
people who have applied came from there," I said smiling weakly. 

"Yes sir. Over 5,000 people this year, up from 3,500 the year before.
In
my school, the school of business, we had 1,000 people alone. But I'm 
sure you can see that by the resume," He said, smiling. His teeth were
almost a perfect white and there was something about his smile that 
seemed so trusting and honest. Maybe it was the whole incident from 
before but I felt safe for some reason when he was in the room. Maybe 
he just wasn't another loser applicant. 

"Yes, I see that. Graduated with honors, a 3.89 GPA. That's quite
impressive Damon. Almost too impressive for a job like this. It
doesn't
pay nearly what you probably could be making you realize," I said to 
him, testing to see how he would respond to such a negative approach. 

"Yes sir, I know. But ever since I was 10 years old I've always
dreamed
of being around movie stars. That's why me and my mama moved here to 
L.A. - she wanted to be near them too. I can't act at all and probably
should have been a football player but I just don't have the speed. I 
figure, your company is probably the closest I'm ever going to come to
being around famous people," He said, brushing my comment on money off
completely. Damon seemed very humble, a rarity out here in Los
Angeles,
not to mention the fact that he wasn't an actor. 

"So you just want to work here, despite the low pay, to follow your
dream?" I said, swiveling back in my chair. I had him in my sights
now.
This question would test his determination and commitment I felt and 
would decide if he would get the job or not. 

"Yes sir, without a doubt. My mama always said to follow your heart;
to
follow your dream. And this is my dream, even if I won't get paid much
to do it. I promise you though Mr. Simonds, that I will be here an
hour
before the office opens and stay as late as you need me without a 
single complaint," Damon said, smiling. His nervousness was gone and I
realized that I felt like I was talking to a long lost friend just
now,
hearing him pour his heart out to me. I may have become jaded by the 
L.A. lifestyle but I wasn't heartless. 

"That's very noble Damon. Very noble in deed..." I said, trailing off.
I
couldn't resist keeping him waiting in anticipation. "Congratulations,
you have the job," 

Damon's face lit up like a firework. His already beaming smile grew
wider and his eyes shone with excitement. 

"Thank you sir, you won't regret it. I promise you," Damon said,
leaning
across my desk to shake my hand. His hand dwarfed mine considerably
but
he had a firm handshake, which was always good. 

"I might hold you to that Damon," I said with a grin. "Now, when can
you
start?" 

"As soon as you need me sir," Damon said, almost giddy with
excitement.

"Good. I need you now. Go out of this office, down the hall and to
your
right. There is a coffee machine and a food prep area. I have a client
coming in any time now and I want to have some fresh drinks and fruit 
for her, should she need it. If you need any help on how to work the 
espresso machine, just ask someone. Welcome aboard and please, call me
Dean," I said to him. 

"Yes sir, I'll get right on it," Damon said with a start, jumping out
of
the chair and heading down the hall. I couldn't help but grin as he 
went, excited as a kid on his first day of school. 

I smiled as he left and started on some paper work, but it wasn't long
before I was interrupted again. A knock on my office door caused me to
look up and as the door opened, Penelope Cruz walked in. 

A budding starlet, Penelope was already a star in her native Spain and
had started on becoming famous here in America. She wasn't very tall, 
5'5 maybe and had the body type of a model. Dressed casually in a
black
baby doll t-shirt and a pair of jeans, her long brown hair swaying
over
her shoulder as she walked in. 

"Dean? I hope I'm not interrupting anything. There wasn't a secretary
out there so I just sort of let myself in," Penelope said with a
smile,
her English dotted with a Spanish accent. 

"No of course not Penelope, come on in and have a seat. No, I actually
just hired someone to replace Julie now that she...won't be coming 
back," I said, trailing off a little bit. 

"OH! Of course! How silly of me, I forgot about that! I'm sorry Dean,
I
didn't mean to bring it up. I just heard about it the other day
because
I was in Canada and...I'm sorry, how thoughtless of me," Penelope said
apologetically. 

"That's alright, I hardly expect my clients to keep up with my
personal
life," I said with a slight smile. 

The door opened again softly and in walked Damon, carrying a pitcher
of
water and a tray of fresh mango, orange and kiwi slices. 

"Mr. Simonds, I mean Dean, I got the fruit you wanted and..." Damon
said, stopping suddenly when Penelope turned to look at him. The tray 
wobbled in his hand and I thought for a second that he was going to 
drop it. 

"Oh, sorry...I umm...didn't know...umm...there was someone in here.
I'm
sorry!" Damon said in a jumbled sentence, setting the tray on the 
corner of my desk and backing out quickly. 

"Thank you Damon!" I yelled to him as he shut the door quickly. 

Penelope turned to me and grinned. "The replacement?" she said
laughingly. 

"Yeah. How did you guess?" I said with a laugh. "I hired him about two
minutes before you got here. He's obviously a little wet behind the 
ears," I said. 

"That's ok. Better innocent than jaded to life out here," Penelope
said.


"I suppose so. Now, where were we?" I said to her. 

Penelope and I discussed her having a role in a few upcoming and
planned
sequels from the studios. Nothing A list star material but it might do
her career good to be in a blockbuster or two. While we were talking,
I
couldn't help but stare at her long, shapely legs and firm tummy. 
Natalie and I had promised to get back together whenever possible but 
we never said that dating (or fucking in my case) other people was out
of the question. So while I tried not to be too obvious about it, 
Penelope continued to talk. 

"Well, you are the agent. If you think one of these roles would be
best
then I'll trust your judgment," Penelope said with a smile. I wasn't 
listening to her though and was instead lost in tracing for the 
millionth time from her petite feet up to where her legs crossed. 

"Dean? Are you listening to me? No beleive esto,  l estoy mirando
fijamente mis piernas!" Penelope muttered to herself. 

"I was not!" I said to her with a start. I may have been raised up
north
but I knew my Spanish. You had to in this town. 

"Oh really?" Penelope said slyly. "Then what did I say?" 

"You said 'I don't believe this, he is checking out my legs'" I
retorted, smiling from the knowledge that I knew exactly what she
said.


"Hmm...your high school Spanish paid off," Penelope grinned. "But if
you
weren't checking out my legs then why were you so distracted?" 

"I don't know, it's just been so hard to focus," I lied. "Since the
incident I mean. I lost a good friend as well as a great secretary," 

"Ahh...I understand. Well, in my country we have ways of making people
feel better and deal with their grief. I can show you if you'd like," 
Penelope said. 

"I'd love to," I said, knowing full well where this would lead (not
that
I was complaining). 

"Ok then. Well first off, part of the healing process involves eating
and being merry. So let's just use this fruit your kind assistant 
brought in to help speed things along," Penelope said, standing up and
grabbing an orange slice as she walked over and stood in front of me. 

"Fresh fruit is a great way to start. And some men say that citrus is
a
great aphrodisiac," Penelope said, slowly biting off a piece of the 
orange and sucking in sexily on the juice. 

"Here, try a bite," Penelope said, slowly lowering her hand towards my
mouth. I parted my lips and let her put the piece of fruit into my 
mouth, licking the juices off of her fingers. The fruit was sweet and 
tangy, and Penelope's fingers were delicate and small as they entered 
my mouth, the tips brushing across my tongue. 

Reaching down, she took another piece of fruit in one hand and
continued
to feed it to me in a very erotic way. Maybe the fruit really was an 
aphrodisiac or maybe it was just having Penelope standing just a foot 
away from me, her rich womanly musk filling my nostrils, but I was 
getting extremely hard inside my boxers. 

Licking a dribble of juice that ran down her arm while she was giving
me
the pieces of fruit, Penelope spoke again. 

"The other good stress alleviator I know," she said, slowly reaching
her
hands under her shirt and pulling it up her dark, olive flesh
revealing
large b-cup breasts straining against her black lace bra "is sex. But 
I'm sure you already knew that one right?" Penelope said, moving her 
hands down to her hips and beginning to sway them back and forth
sexily
as she unbuttoned her jeans and began to slide them off. 

"Of course. That's not a cultural secret by a long shot," I said
softly,
moving my hands up to cup her breasts. 

"MMMMmm....that's good. Because if it were, I wouldn't be able to let
you leave alive," Penelope murmured, throwing her head back in 
enjoyment as my thumbs rubbed over her nipples, making them stiff and 
pointy as they pressed against her breasts. 

Penelope reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting her
breasts
come free. They were gorgeous, as dark as the rest of her body. Her 
nipples were medium size, as were her areolas, her nipples a lighter 
shade of brown than the rest of her breasts. They hung naturally on
her
model-like body frame, protruding from her chest in a just-right size 
that made them perfect for squeezing and fondling, both of which I was
doing right now. 

Penelope was anxious to get my pants down but I thought better of it. 

"Let's do this in a little bit more comfortable spot," I said to her,
taking her by the hand and leading her to my couch on the other side
of
the room. Penelope lay on the couch with her legs propped up on an arm
of the sofa, her legs spread with her left leg on the floor. I walked 
over to the office door and locked it, the soft click of metal on
metal
filling the room quietly. Approaching Penelope, I noticed she had 
wasted no time getting started without me, as she had one hand on her 
breasts, teasing and squeezing them softly as she used her other hand 
inside of her panties to play with herself (When her jeans came off, I
don’t know). Her rich brown hair was now totally unencumbered
and was
splayed out all over the other arm of the sofa, where her head was 
resting. 

Getting onto my knees, I slowly began to kiss my way up her leg,
tracing
my tongue up the inner portion of her calf, causing her to shudder as 
my tongue got closer to her sweet spot. Enjoying the moment, I decided
to tease Penelope a little more (as if she needed it. Her moans were 
softly escaping her beautiful lips as she was lost in her own world of
lust.). I walked to the desk and grabbed the tray of fruit from my 
desk. Approaching her, I climbed onto the couch next to her. 

Penelope's brown eyes flew open, alert and alive with sexual energy as
she watched me move a piece of fruit from the tray to her belly, 
hanging it just a few inches from her body. Her hand busily was
working
on getting herself off from her own juices, I decided to add a little 
bit of extra juice for good measure. As my hand neared her breasts, I 
squeezed on the slice of fruit, a mango, over them, letting the fresh 
juice slowly drip onto her body, covering her breasts and cleavage
with
the sticky nectar. I lowered my mouth to her breasts and used my
tongue
to lick up the juice, slowly moving my mouth over her hard nipples. 
Penelope gasped in pleasure as I squeezed more juice onto her left 
breast and quickly sucked and licked it clean, getting almost all of 
her breast in my mouth. 

The taste was like an exotic flavor I have never tasted, a mingling of
the sweetness of the fruit and the salty flavor of her sweating, 
glistening body. I bit the fruit and ate it, moving my mouth up to 
Penelope's so that I could taste both the sweetness of it and her 
delicious mouth. Penelope hungrily returned the kiss, her tongue
moving
in and out of my mouth like a snake as we explored each other. 

The kiss broken, I climbed up further on the couch and climbed between
Penelope's legs. My finger still sticky with the juice of the fruit, I
slowly traced it down her tummy until I hit her panty line. Bringing
my
mouth back up to her belly, I licked where the juice had been and then
grabbed her panties in my teeth and slowly began to pull them down, 
using just my mouth alone. 

As I got closer to her sticky, moist cunt, the smell and musk of her
self inducing orgasm filled my nostrils. It was an intoxicating smell 
and one that I couldn't help but savor as I finally worked her panties
off, sliding them down one leg. Her pussy was neatly shaved, a small 
v-shape of hair right above her entrance. It made her cunt look 
extremely sexy, with the contrast between her darkened skin and her 
even darker pussy hair. 

Unbuckling my belt, I slid my pants off with one hand while using the
other to caress and touch her silky, satiny skin. My boxer shorts 
falling to the floor, my hardening dick sprang free. I caught a
glimpse
of a devilish smile on Penelope's face as she saw my cock for the
first
time, her face lighting up with lust. 

I climbed up next to Penelope and lifted one of her legs so that my
prick was just a few inches from her glorious, sweet love hole.
Holding
her in my arms, we embraced in a kiss again as I set her leg atop the 
sofa, her hips now spread wide and ready to take my penetration. Using
my hand, I nimbly guided my cock towards her hole, Penelope's hips 
bucking slightly back and forth towards it in anticipation. I already 
had a strand of precum oozing out from the head of my prick and with 
Penelope's combined wetness, I knew she would be ready to go. 

In one sharp thrust, I pushed almost all of my 8 inches inside of her,
causing both of us to rock hard against the arm of the sofa as we 
became one in our love making. Penelope lowered her other leg from the
top of the sofa and laid it across my legs, scissoring me in as I 
started to thrust in and out of her. Our bodies rocked in unison as I 
pistoned in and out of her snatch. Penelope began to moan loudly and I
was glad that the door to my office was sound proof. 

My hands moved up to her breasts and I squeezed and fondled them,
rubbing her brown nipples under my palms, her nipples incredibly
erect.
Penelope's hips were thrusting back on mine now, her pubic bone moving
rapidly up and down my shaft. She lifted her head to watch our motion,
her eyes filled with that same lustful amazement from earlier. Every 
time I would push my cock into her, she would gasp a little bit, her 
heaving chest and breasts bouncing up and down. 

I felt Penelope shudder under me and a flood of warm juices escape
from
her cunt, spilling onto her leg and my lap. I hadn't had sex since 
Natalie left 2 weeks ago so I knew that my orgasm would come any
moment
(no pun intended). What finally pushed me over the edge was not any
one
thing Penelope did, but more of how her wet pussy felt against my
fiery
cock. As I thrust inside of her, touching the back of her cervix, 
Penelope's cunt spasmed a little bit from the pleasure and I felt her 
tight inner muscles contract around me, squeezing my cock like a vice.
Without any control, I felt my cum shoot from my cock like a cannon, 
splattering against the back walls of her as I orgasmed. 

Penelope bucked against me again as she came once more, our sweat, cum
and the remnants of the sticky sweet fruit juice all mingling together
in a mass of hair. 

Pulling out of her, we both let out a collective sigh. But my cock was
still rock hard and from the look on Penelope's face, she was still 
more than ready to go. Deciding to try something different, I took my 
prick in my hand and rubbed it against the crack in her ass, the head 
touching her pert, tiny little asshole. Penelope knew exactly what I 
wanted and lifted her legs again, spreading her ass cheeks wide to
give
me better access to her hole. 

Slowly I worked the head of my cock into her ass, her asshole
contracting naturally at the foreign invader. She relaxed her muscles 
some and it made it easier for me to enter her, although she was still
incredibly tight. Getting about 3 inches inside of her, the rest
easily
slipped in. I held Penelope in my arms for a moment or two, savoring 
the feeling of an even tighter grip on my cock. She had grimaced a 
little at first as I was entering her ass, but now she seemed relaxed 
and ready for more. I pulled my shaft out most of the way, leaving the
head and an inch or two inside of her and then before pushing myself 
back in. 

It was slow going at first, trying carefully not to hurt her but yet
still bring us both pleasure at the same time. To take her mind off of
it, I slipped two fingers into her cunt and began to finger fuck her 
softly, timing it with the thrust of my hips. Her juicy wet snatch 
responded instantly to my touch, the feeling almost electric. I don't 
know what it is, but every girl I've ever been with who is even the 
slightest bit Hispanic has been absolutely incredible in bed, their 
body like a live firecracker. My fingers picked up the pace some and 
were soon disappearing in and out of her in a blur. For at least the 
fifth time of the afternoon, Penelope came again, this time coating my
hand with a fresh batch of pussy juice that dribbled down my wrist and
arm. Penelope took my hand in hers and moved it to her mouth, slowly 
licking and sucking her own juices from my hand a finger at a time. 

Watching her do this was an incredible turn on and since we I had held
out in fucking her in the ass for almost 45 minutes, this triggered me
again. This time I saw it coming and began to shove in and out of her 
furiously. Pushing inside her as deep as I could go, I sprayed the 
inside of her ass with cum, the love juice coating my cock completely.

Penelope moved up and positioned herself so that she straddled me and
bounced up and down as my cock softened inside of her, the juice 
trickling out of her holes and forming a frothy mess all over both of 
us. Finally she climbed off of my cock and laid atop my chest, both of
us just catching our breath. 

We must have dozed off because I was startled awake by a knock on the
door. 

"Dean? Are you there? Why is this door locked?" It was Damon. 

Penelope was also awakened by the knock and we both struggled to get
dress quickly and look presentable. Penelope was clothed in a flash
and
I was right behind her. I quietly snuck over to the door and unlocked 
it, walking back quickly to stand beside Penelope at my desk. 

"It's uhh...not locked, just stuck. Try it again," I called to him,
straightening my tie out. 

The door swung open and Damon almost fell in after pushing on it. 

"Oh...sorry. Just wanted to tell you that I'm leaving for the day. Man
things are hectic here!" Damon said exasperatedly. 

"Yea, they can be a little rough," I said in reply to him. 

"Well Dean, this was a reproductive, I mean PRODUCTIVE meeting,"
Penelope said to me. "Give me a call at home later and you can fax
over
the final contracts," 

"Will do. Always a pleasure Penelope," I said as she walked out the
door. Damon quickly jumped out of the way as she passed him, still a 
little star struck. Penelope smiled devilishly at him as she brushed 
past, giving his crotch a slight squeeze that caused Damon to jump 
almost a foot in the air. 

With Penelope gone, Damon walked over to me. 

"You two weren't...I mean, she didn't...why did she?" Damon said,
stuttering over his words. 

"Damon my man, all your questions will be answered in time. You still
have a lot to learn and experience here but trust me, you won't regret
it," I said, winking to him. 

CHAPTER 17: Wynonna Ryder 

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