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This chapter is dedicated to those who senselessly lost their lives on
9/11/01. You will not be forgotten. Sorry it took so long, but
sometimes real life takes precedence over even our hobbies. Feedback
and suggestions always welcome.


Journal of an Agent: Chap. 19 - Halle Berry

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

	The past few weeks had been hard to concentrate on business at all.
World events brought my industry to a halt and even big events like
the Emmys had to be postponed, leaving agents like myself sitting
around with nothing to do but call and check on clients to make sure
they were doing ok.

	Several clients stopped by through out the week, including one who
turned the head of my assistant Damon pretty sharply, Halle Berry. She
had just come by to talk and kill time, production on her next movie
delayed because of what was happening in New York. Halle was a little
angry at the response her most recent movie, "Swordfish" had at the
box office.

	"I mean, Jesus Christ! I got paid half a million dollars to show
these," Halle said, grabbing her breasts and thrusting them into my
face. They were a quite nice sight, but not when accompanied by her
complaining. "And what does the film do? It tanks. Now there are all
these nerds and perverts online, ogling my body from some stupid bad
quality picture, and the film is almost totally forgotten!"


	"Halle, I think you need to calm down a little. Swordfish broke even
and made a few million more than we expected. It was worth it, I'm
sure. Think of all those 'nerds and perverts' who are going to be
buying the DVD so they can freeze frame you. That's almost pure profit
for you, and you are sure to get more viewer ship on video any ways,"
I said to her, trying to reason with her. She stopped in her tracks,
pausing from her pacing of the room.

	"Your right. But I still am not happy with my name power. I was at
this website the other day, some sort of celebrity sex story archive,
some sort of erotic fiction site. Any ways, all these other
celebrities had lots of stories about them. You know how many were
about me? Three! Even some of those no name actresses had more stories
than me. If the perverts aren't even hip on me, then I'm getting
nowhere in Hollywood! And as my agent, I think you should fix that!"
Halle demanded, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot on
the ground. She wore a pair of low cut jeans and a pink t-shirt that
exposed her firm and toned stomach wonderfully. Her brownish hair had
been dyed in gold colored waves and stayed firmly in place on her
head. As she paced back and forth of my office, ranting and
complaining (I had learned right off the bat to sometimes just ignore
stars when they go off like that.), I started to think of what I could
do to appease her. Glancing outside my office through the open door,
it hit me.

	"Halle, look. While the industry slowly starts up again, there isn't
much I can do. BUT if you want to know how much you are appreciated
and wanted by your fans, you only have to go talk to that man sitting
at the desk, answering phones right now. His name is Damon and he told
me he saw 'Swordfish' five times. And not just because of your tits.
So why don't you go make a fans dream come true and the two of you
maybe go spend the afternoon together? There sure as hell isn't going
to be much work done here today," I said, reclining in my chair.

	Halle had turned to look at Damon when I pointed and I could see she
was clearly pondering the thought. To seal the deal, I reached in my
pocket and pulled out my wallet, tossing a few hundreds on my desk.
"And here. Since you OBVIOUSLY didn't make any money off of
'Swordfish' and are a starving actress again, it's my treat,"

	Halle grinned at me mischievously. "Alright, I'll do it. It will be
nice to do something with a real person, something that doesn't seem
so fake," Halle said. She picked the money off the desk and walked out
of the room. I couldn't help but admire her ass as she walked out, and
knew that Damon would be thanking me repeatedly the next day. I leaned
back in my chair further and watched the scene play out in front of
me, like some sort of Cinderella story (the dyslexic version of
course). At first Damon pretended to ignore her, trying to act "cool"
and not notice her. But when Halle began to tap on his desk with her
long, curled fingernails and look down at him as he tried to work, it
was too much and he looked up.

	I couldn't hear the words said between the two, but Damon's face went
from one of feigned coolness to utter and total shock. Halle grinned
wildly at his reaction and reached into her purse, handing him a small
card. With that, she walked away, Damon's jaw still hanging half way
to the floor as he watched her go.

	As soon as she was in the elevator, he came hustling into my office,
trying to act professional.

	"Uhh, Dean...can I have the rest of the day off? I have to uhh..go do
some...uhh.." Damon said excitedly, trying to come up with a weak
excuse to let him leave. I folded my hands on my desk in front of me
and decided to play along with him a little bit.

	"What do you have to do Damon? I didn't quite get that," I said,
smiling as sweetly and sarcastically at him as I could.

	"I have to...well, see Halle wants me...uhh..can I have the time off
or not?" he finally said, impatient as a child.

	"Yes, yes, go. I told her to take you out. Now you kids go and have a
good time," I said, waving my hand at him in the direction of the
door. He didn't hesitate the slightest and rushed out the door, saying
"Thank you thank you thank you" repeatedly under his breath as he
left.

	He shut my door behind himself as he left and I heard him literally
RUN towards the elevator. I sighed deeply and leaned back in my chair,
smiling to myself about the fun that lay in store for Damon and Halle
that afternoon. I managed to get a little more work done that
afternoon, but decided to just send everyone else home and close up
early, since there wasn't much to be done right now anyways with the
state Hollywood was in.

	
	The next morning, I got into work earlier than I usually do, hoping
to make some early morning calls and get some paperwork done before
the rest of the office staff came in. I also hoped to be able to talk
to Damon about how his afternoon went with Halle, before he got bogged
down in the work that we had (mostly contracts to review).

	However, it was not to be, as I got distracted on a long call that
morning with Sarah Michelle Gellar on the phone, after she called to
complain about the scripts she had received for this season of
"Buffy". Sitting at my desk, listening to her drone on, I saw Damon
come into work. He looked like he normally did, although there was
something odd about him and the way he was acting. Almost...secretive.
I thought it was nothing until I saw him slowly open up his file
cabinet and slip what looked like a video tape into the drawer. Then,
he gently closed the drawer and sat down at his desk to start his work
for the day. I watched him for a few more minutes but he made no more
motions towards the cabinet, and in fact ignoring it. I hung up the
phone with Sarah a few minutes later and tried to ignore what I saw.
But it was no use. Was that really a video tape? If so, what was on
it? Was Damon hiding something that he did with Halle or did he just
put something of his own in that cabinet?

	I pondered what to do, my hope of getting any work done disappearing
as the day wore on. Finally I decided, being the boss, I would just
send Damon on a long errand and raid his desk. I know it wasn't
ethical to break into an employee's personal storage area, but if that
tape contained something that might be damaging to Halle's career or
the firm itself, it was a risk I was willing to take.

	Mid-afternoons around Shooting Stars are usually pretty quiet, so no
one noticed me walking out to Damon's desk and sitting down, acting
like I was looking for something like I normally would do. What no one
saw though was me slipping a hand down and opening the desk drawer on
the very bottom of the redwood desk. I pulled the handle out gently
and felt around inside, my other hand and my eyes focused on the desk
in front of me as I kept up the charade.

	Finally my fingers touched an object that felt like a videotape and I
grabbed it, pulling it out. It was an 8mm tape for sure, and bore no
visible indications on what was on the tape. However, as I examined it
further, I noticed that it did indeed have writing on it, the letters
HB written in a black permanent marker so they wouldn't show on the
tape without closer examination.

	Putting the tape into my pocket, I walked back to my desk and shut
and locked my door. I had sent Damon out for a long errand out in
Santa Monica and knew with traffic he would be gone for at least three
hours more. I reclined in my chair and pulled the tape from my pocket,
examining it and playing with it in my hands as I debated on what to
do.

	If I watched it, I might be in for a few hours of his family
Christmas party or some other family function. Of course, my devils
advocate said, it could be something to do with Halle. "HB" seems a
little obvious. However, my less mischievous side countered with the
idea that HB might be TOO obvious, or perhaps I was reading it wrong
and it was BH, which of course could have been anything. I decided in
the end though, that watching it was worth the risk, even if it was
just some family reunion.

	Popping the tape into my adapter (I had a kit for playing 8mm tapes,
since I often had to review up and coming girls screen tests), I
pushed the play button cautiously.

	The screen lit up with black and white static for a few seconds.
However, it quickly corrected itself and came into focused. The camera
was a little shaky but when it stopped moving so much, I got a better
view of where it was being filmed.

	Halle Berry was certainly in this tape, leaning against a railing
near the beach. Damon was talking to her but I couldn't make out what
he said. Apparently neither could Halle.

	"What did you say?" she said, smiling at him and the camera
enthusiastically. Halle was wearing a sea green topped bikini, the
bottom piece covered in a shawl like garment that was see-through.
Though the picture quality wasn't that great, you could clearly see
her long and luscious bronze legs through the material.

	"I asked when did you want to become an actress?" Damon said. His
voice was unmistakable, but it was a little hard to hear him because
of the fast whipping ocean breeze.

	"Well, when I was little, I used to put on plays for my mom and
brother & sisters. When I became a teenager, I did a little modeling
and then really began to try and pursue acting instead. So I guess
since I was a kid. When did you know that you wanted to be an
assistant?" Halle asked, jokingly shoving Damon in the chest. The
camera shook a little bit at this as Damon adjusted.

	"Hehe, well, when I was little I started filing papers around the
house and..." Damon said in a laughing manner. It caused Halle to
burst out into laughter as well. She smiled warmly at the camera, but
I could detect a bit of lust in her smile. The conversation suddenly
got quiet for a few moments before Halle spoke again.

	"I'm getting cold standing here. Why don't we go back to my hotel
room and order room service?" Halle said.

	"Uhh..yea, I'd like that," Damon said. The camera then switched very
quickly into a dimly lit room that I can only assume was Halle's
hotel. Off in the distance was the cart that their food had arrived on
and I could hear some soft music playing in the background. It had all
the makings of a bad porn movie, I thought to myself. Of course, it
turns out that I was right.

	Damon was moving the camera slowly around the room, looking at all
the scattered clothes and empty shopping bags spread around. Something
bright and pink came into focus on the camera and Damon zoomed in on
it: it was a pair of Halle's panties, thrown on the floor almost in
haste. Damon couldn't help but linger on the pair of underwear,
zooming in and making sure that ensured seeing them on the tape.

	"Damon, put that thing down," I heard Halle say in the background.
The camera moved sharply and panned onto Halle laying on the bed,
holding her head up with her hand. She had removed the slip that had
been covering her legs and now was wearing only the skimpy bikini from
earlier.

	"Come on Damon, I don't want to be filmed right now. I'm always on
camera," Halle said pleadingly.

	"I'm sorry, I can't help it. You are just so beautiful," Damon
replied. He panned the camera up from her feet slowly up to her face,
making sure to stop and linger and zoom in on the obvious parts of her
body as the camera drank in Halle's flawless skin.


	"Awww...your so sweet. Well, I suppose the camera can stay. We can
have fun with it," Halle said, smiling sexily. "Be a good boy won't
you and go get something out of my suitcase will you?"

	Damon put the camera down on top of the chair he had been sitting in.
It showed Halle sitting up to tell Damon something, the audio wasn't
real clear. Within a minute or so, I could see the backside of Damon,
still wearing the clothes from the office, hand Halle something. He
walked back over and picked up the camera, readjusting it and zooming
in on Halle again. He focused on her face, and I could see her arm
moving below her on her body. Halle threw her head back slightly and
moaned a little, her lips pursed in pleasure.

	Like an expert camera man, Damon slowly savored the scene and moved
his viewfinder down towards Halle's legs. Very quickly it was clear
what was going on - Damon had given her a vibrator from her suitcase
and Halle was now very slowly working it in and out of her cunt. She
had pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and Damon zoomed in on what
she was up to.

	Her fingers were wrapped around a long, light blue and translucent
vibrator. Her pussy was shaved in a very neat pattern, trim and narrow
all the way down to her lips. As Halle worked the vibrator in and out
of her hole very slowly, her inner lips, as pink as the panties Damon
had scanned onto earlier, stretched and quivered around the sex toy. I
could hear the motor of the vibrator whirring, but it wasn't nearly as
audible as the moans of Halle.

	Damon so far had not said anything, but it was clear he was moving
closer to Halle's now wet snatch. Slowly, his right hand entered the
frame of view on the camera and he held it over Halle's pussy,
debating on touching it or not. But Halle made the decision for him,
moaning out "Just do it Damon! Touch me!" Without a moments hesitation
more, he brought his large, callused fingers down onto Halle's small
tight snatch.

	Halle immediately began to moan with pleasure as Damon began
exploring her sex, rubbing his fingers over and around her hole. Using
his other free hand, he zoomed the camera in to show as his hand
worked it's way inside of her pussy, grinding in against her clit
alongside the vibrator. It wasn't long though before Damon took the
vibrator from Halle's nimble, thin fingers and began to move it in and
out of Halle's snatch himself.

	"Yea, you like that don't you?" Damon said as he moved the sex toy in
and out of her pussy.

	"Mmm...you know it baby. Fuck me harder with it. HARDER!" Halle cried
out as Damon began pushing it in at a more feverish pace, sawing it in
and out of her cunt, making sure to rub it against her outer lips and
to be CERTAIN to touch on her clit with every stroke. Halle began to
moan louder and louder as Damon pushed the rapidly moving toy into her
pussy deeper each time.

	"Oh yea, that's it baby...fuck my cunt...Do it just like that!
Ugghhhhh!!!" Halle screamed. She had moved her hand back down to her
pussy and wrapped her fingers around Damon's hand, guiding him around
inside of her.

	Damon continued fucking her with the toy for a few minutes, Halle's
hips now writhing around on the bed, rocking back and forth as she
lifted her ass up off the bed to meet the strokes that were pushing
into her deepest channels.

	"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" was all that Halle
could say, her voice practically screeching as she was lost in a world
of her own pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! Oh baby I'm about to
cum! Eat me out! Come on Damon, eat me out, please!!" Halle moaned.

	Still (miraculously) holding onto the camera, Damon held it out and
away from his face at arms length, showing him lowering his mouth to
right above Halle's pussy. He had removed the vibrator from her pussy
and was now working at her with just his fingers, moving in and out at
a tremendous rate. I could see that feeling Damon's hot breath just
inches from her snatch was driving Halle mad, but Damon seemed to know
what he was doing.

	"You want me to eat you out? How bad do you want it baby huh? Tell me
how bad you want Damon to lick your pussy," Damon said coolly, smiling
into the camera. His camera work and talent at coaxing Halle along was
eerie, almost as if he had done something like this before...

	"Oh baby, I want it more than anything. Just lick me baby, lick me
long and hard and deep! But just do it now! I'm gonna burst into
flames if you don't put me out!" Halle cried. Damon again just smiled
wickedly for the camera but managed to hit the zoom button and capture
the moment just as his tongue touched Halle's inner regions.

	Halle cried out in what had to be an orgasm of explosive proportions,
as she thrust her hips hard into Damon's face as he licked away at
her. Halle moaned for what had to have been a minute as she bounced
repeatedly on the bed. Damon managed to hold her down though with the
hand that had been previously in her pussy. I could see his fingers
glisten with her juices,  despite watching a tape - she was THAT wet!

	Finally her orgasm subsided and Halle's moans were replaced with
panting and the sound of Damon lapping at her pussy. Damon though was
still buried between her legs, licking at her pussy savagely, trying
to devour and savor every last drop of her juice that he could find.
Halle tightened her legs around his head as he continued to lick her,
but released him a few seconds later, her legs too tired to hold on
any longer.
	
	Damon lifted his head from between her legs and got into a more
comfortable position, straddling her waist as he zoomed in on Halle's
face. Her forehead and chest were beaded with sweat, the perspiration
glistening in the light from the camera.

	"Did you enjoy that?" Halle asked, her chest still heaving a little
bit.

	"Not as much as you apparently. I still want more though. Think your
husband would mind?" Damon asked. This caused me to sit up and pay
attention - I didn't want to be the cause of an eventual breakup of
her marriage. But Halle surprisingly put my fears to rest.

	"We have an agreement - neither tells the other what we did while off
at work. Since he is on tour and I'm always off shooting movies, that
gives us both pretty good flexibility. Of course, it also makes sex
with him that much better, not knowing what other hot bitch he has
fucked. But that's none of your concern," Halle said, grinning.

	"What was it that you had in mind, Mr. Porn Director?" Halle said,
mock pouting with her luscious lips.

	"Since I saw 'Swordfish', I've wanted to tit-fuck you for the longest
time," Damon said. "I hope you don't mind if I do," Damon said. I was
surprised at the gall Damon had with a client of the firm, but given
how far he had already come, I guess there was no going back now.

	Halle rolled her eyes at the 'Swordfish' comment, laying her head to
the side as if she didn't want Damon seeing her doing so, but then
sighed and said "It's always with the 'Swordfish' with you men isn't
it? Oh well," Halle said, reaching under her back and untying her top
"They are a pretty nice pair,"

	As anyone who has seen the film knows, and myself and Damon now with
a much more intimate look, Halle has some of the most beautiful
breasts in Hollywood. They have the natural beauty and hang of a
normal woman, but are large and proportionate just enough in the scope
of her body to be accentuated and beautiful. Her measurements are
listed as 36C, but when audiences got a closer look at them this past
summer, they appeared to be much larger than even that. Her nipples
(which Damon expertly  zoomed in on) were a dark chocolate brown, with
the tips of the nipples coming out maybe half an inch. The areolas
were actually a little small on such large breasts, but still looked
incredibly beautiful on such a lovely pair.

	Damon couldn't resist running his hands over her lush breasts now,
feeling the skin against his fingers and the softness of them (I can
only assume, not having been there). Halle lay contentedly there,
letting him feel and fondle her breasts until he had his fill. In the
meantime, she had proceeded to unzip his pants and pull them down to
his calves, leaving his mostly-hard dick laying on her chest just
below her breasts. Damon had a pretty good sized cock, although it was
hard to really make it out since he wasn't trying to focus on it.
Halle however seemed satisfied with the size and moved her hand to
wrap around it while Damon continued playing with her nipples.

	Getting him fully hard now, Halle took over control of what was going
to be the tone for the rest of the night.

	"Alright Damon, I want you to tit-fuck me now. Stop playing with them
and get that nice piece of meat between my tits," Halle commanded. It
was a little unusual to hear someone as gentle looking as Halle sounds
so commanding, but I guess we all have our spicy, dominating sides.

	"Yes m’amm...with pleasure!" Damon replied. Again using expert
camera work, Damon managed to stay focused on the upper part of
Halle's body while using the other hand to slowly push his cock
between Halle's breasts and begin to fuck them. Halle arched her back
a little to get flesh to grab onto, and then cupped her breasts firmly
in her hands and began working them over and onto his cock.

	It was quite an amazing feat watching the two go at it, to the
obvious pleasure of each other. Damon was panting a little loudly now
as he began bucking harder between Halle's breasts, and Halle
meanwhile was thoroughly enjoying the stimulation being brought on by
the extra attention being paid to her nipples. It was almost
hypnotizing watching Halle's breasts move up and down on her chest,
the heavy weight of the globes sliding and jostling around like two
perfectly formed masses of flesh. Her already dark nipples had become
flushed from the attention and caused the normally rich brown skin
around her areola to darken in color even further and shine with the
perspiration that the two were creating.

	As Damon would work himself in and out between her breasts, his cock
came ever increasingly closer to her mouth. Halle held her tongue out,
hoping to get a taste of his shaft as it pistoned in between her
breasts. Every now and then she would hit it, managing to lick the
head or the shaft as he worked it between her tits. The two kept up
this rhythm and pace for a few minutes before the sound on the camera
became filled with Damon's heavy grunting and breathing. He moved his
hand to his cock and pulled it from her breasts, jerking it furiously
above her.

	The "money shot" came a few seconds later, as Halle pushed her
breasts and nipples together to receive Damon's cum. It splashed out
from his cock and landed with a *splat* all over her nipples, coating
the dark flesh of her breasts with a thick white cream. After a few
jerks, his orgasm ended, and Damon made sure to use the camera to
focus on his cum trickling down Halle's cleavage and pooling on her
navel, a rebel stream falling off the side of her breasts.

	They both panted heavily, and Damon removed himself from on top of
Halle.

	"Well, now that we have fulfilled YOUR fantasy," Halle said, wiping
his cum from her chest and licking it off her fingers sexily, "How
about you let me hop on that big cock of yours and fulfill MY
fantasy?"

	Holding the camera above him, Damon laid down on the bed and watched
through the viewfinder as Halle moved down to his crotch and slowly
lowered herself on his still hard cock. Zooming in, it was an
incredibly erotic sight to watch Halle sink down completely on him,
her pink inner lips stretching and adjusting to Damon's girth (he was
very large, I could now tell). With a contented sigh, Halle breathed
out as Damon filled her completely.

	"Oh yea...that's just what I needed," Halle whispered. Slowly she
began to grind her hips back and forth over his cock, rubbing his
balls against her ass as she moved. Her legs still spread out around
him, Halle began to move up and down on Damon's shaft, letting more
slip out of her sopping wet cunt each time. Halle had incredible
strength to be able to do this, as her hands were not supporting her
at all - instead, she was rubbing and teasing her nipples back and
forth on her breasts, fondling and playing with them excitedly as she
moved up and down.

	Damon was silent except for an occasional groan, mostly brought on
when Halle would shiver and contract the muscles of her body,
obviously including the ones now holding his cock in a vice like grip.
Finally setting the camera down on the bed, but still at an angle that
caught all the action, Damon moved his hands to Halle's hips and
guided her up and down on his shaft. With Damon now in total control,
Halle relaxed a little and was like a rag doll on his cock, swaying
and writhing to Damon's whim.

	Having just orgasmed, Damon was far from cumming, so he concentrated
his maneuvers on getting Halle off. With his large, muscular arms, he
drove Halle down harder and harder onto his cock, making sure that
each time she rubbed her clit against the inner shaft of his meat.
Halle was now just a constant moan, her cries of pleasure causing her
face to squint up and jostle with every thrust. She had given up
trying to cup her breasts, and now her lovely tits were swaying in a
circular motion as she was fucked hard and fast by Damon.

	She let out a screech and then came suddenly, her hands going to her
nipples as she squeezed and pinched them, trying to lengthen her
orgasm. Halle then simply crumbled and collapsed on top of Damon, her
energy now totally exhausted. Her body though was still bouncing up
and down as Damon bucked his cock deeper and deeper into her. Halle
laid her head on his chest and moaned softly as he continued fucking
her, resting her arms on the side of his body.

	They continued like this for a few minutes, with Halle getting her
strength back enough to sit up and simply ride him for all he was
worth. Throwing her head back and running her hands through her hair,
Halle seemed to be in another world. Damon began to buck harder,
grunting out "I'm gonna cum!" as he moved her up and down harder once
again. The camera got knocked over onto it's side as Damon's arms shot
out and he came long and hard inside of her.

	The next few minutes were motionless (the camera now only showed both
the lovers thighs, with Halle's lighter skin pressed atop Damon's more
darker flesh) until Damon finally pulled out of her reached over,
shutting the camera off. The screen filled with static, and I reached
over, pushing the stop button on the VCR.

	The little fantasy world I had been in was suddenly interrupted by my
phone ringing. Glancing down at my waist, I saw that my dick was in my
hand and that I had cum all over it as I watched the tape, oblivious
to the fact that I was doing so. Reaching into my desk drawer, I
pulled out a towel and wiped myself off with one hand and answered the
phone with the other.

	"Hello?" I said with a husky voice. Clearing my throat, I spoke
again. "Dean Simonds office"

	"Hey Dean, it's Halle. I just wanted to call and thank you for
setting me up with Damon yesterday. We had a lot of fun," Halle said
over the phone. She sounded distant, so I guess she had returned home.

	"Um, no problem Halle. In fact, I was just uhh...thinking about you
right now, hoping everything went ok. Damon is out of the office on an
errand or else I'd let you speak to him if you wanted," I replied,
ejecting the tape from my VCR.

	"That's ok, I was just calling to talk to you. If you see him though,
tell him I said 'Hi'," Halle said.

	"So what did you two do yesterday?" I asked innocently.

	"Oh, we just went down to the coast, had a nice quiet dinner and
watched a movie," Halle replied.

	"I bet you did," I muttered into the phone, realizing the stupidity
of the comment the second I said it.

	"What did you say?" Halle asked inquisitively.

	"Nothing. I said 'I better let you go'. Probably static on the phone
right now," I said, hoping that the save worked.

	"Oh...yeah, ok. Well, thanks again Dean. Let me know if you get any
good scripts alright?" Halle said.

	"Sure thing. Talk to you later," I said, hanging up the phone.

	The tape now sat on my desk and I pondered what to do with it: If I
put it back and didn't say anything, the tape might come back to bite
the firm later. But if I kept it out or confronted Damon about it,
that might open me up for lawsuits and the loss of Damon's trust.
Mulling it over, I decided to just let Damon keep it and enjoy it for
himself. Unlike me, not every person gets to fuck a celebrity of their
dreams all the time.

	Putting the tape back into Damon's desk drawer, I locked up my office
and went home. I couldn't help but smile, thinking about how happy
Damon was when he woke up this morning.





CHAPTER 20: Angelina Jolie




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