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Feedback always welcome. This is a continuation from chapter 27, read
the note below to catch up. This storyline (but not the series)
concludes next chapter, but if you are lost make sure you read
chapters 23-26 to catch up on things, available at carnagejackson.com.
There is a lot of story in the first part of the chapter but I think
that the sex towards the end is a pretty good pay-off so, have
patience.



Journal of an Agent: Chap. 27 - Kirsten Dunst 

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 27 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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(In the last chapter, the man hired to kill Dean is removed from the
picture thanks to Dean's quick tactics, but Reese Witherspoon [after
some hot sex] betrays Dean and leads him right into the hands of the
mastermind behind the assassination attempt, his half-brother Jacob.)


	Jacob and his goons waited for me outside the locker room as I
dressed. I pondered just making an escape through one of the gym's
high windows, but besides being a few floors up, I knew that I
wouldn't make it far before he found me again. With a hesitant sigh, I
put on my pants and headed back out into the deserted lobby to follow
Jacob out.

	As we passed the front desk, the girl gave me a puzzled look, but I
tried to act as calmly and coolly as possible. I didn't want her to
tip off the cops and put myself and other's lives in jeopardy. We
exited the gym to the parking lot, where Jacob's car was waiting. The
driver opened up the back door and Jacob, myself and one of the thugs
that accompanied him slid into the back seat. The other rode in the
passenger seat. Sandwiched between them, I resigned myself to just
going along with whatever it was Jacob wanted for as long as I could,
without getting hurt if I didn't have to.

	I had been in a lot of tight spots since taking over my father's
agency, but this one had to take the cake. My mind raced as I tried to
figure out what exactly Jacob wanted, and if it was something that I
could give him. Despite having just taken a relaxing swim, my body
felt hot and sweaty beneath the long sleeved business clothes I wore.
I adjusted the collar of my shirt, trying to let some of the cool air
from the air conditioner cool me off. It worked, but did absolutely
nothing for my case of nerves, which was causing my knees to twitch.

	The car ride didn't last long, and I was surprised when we pulled
into a parking garage in the middle of downtown. The car stopped in
the middle and idled while Jacob and his men climbed out. I hesitated
for a moment, but when the one who had been sitting next to me
brandished his gun, I found my legs suddenly very mobile and active.
Stepping out, I followed the three of them up two flights of stairs
into an office.

	The office was apparently the new headquarters for Jacob's business,
StarPower Representation Firm, Inc. I had seen the name earlier in the
week when I met up with my twin sister Alyson, and my suspicions were
now confirmed that he was, at the very least, trying to open up
against me out here in Los Angeles. Quite posh, I was a little
impressed inside by how well Jacob had done things up. A faint light
on the receptionist's desk was the only illumination of the room, and
it served to give the office a feel not unlike one I had seen done
many times in movies, perhaps done the best by "The Godfather".

	Jacob walked briskly ahead of us, stopping in front of two wooden
doors that opened up from the wall. He turned to face me. I tried to
read his eyes, trying to guess what he was thinking, but all I got in
return was an icy cold stare: he had inherited this from my father,
just like I had I noticed, and the effects of it were rather
frightening.

	"Jules, Vincent, you wait here. I'd like to speak to Dean in my
office for a few minutes," Jacob said, his hand on the door handle.
The two men now looked me over suspiciously but nodded their head to
Jacob's wishes and turned their massive backs to me, taking seats in
what would be the waiting room.

	"Dean, in here," Jacob said, throwing open the door to his office. A
bright light inside flooded the main lobby I was in, and I was
momentarily blinded as my eyes adjusted to this difference. Jacob
walked in towards his desk and took a seat. I followed him, and that'
when I got yet another surprise that night.

	Perched on the corner of Jacob's desk, flipping idly through a
magazine, was Alyson. Her hair was slung loosely over her shoulder and
she wore a pair of black leather-looking pants that stretched all the
way to her ankles, not missing a single curve on her body. She also
wore a matching halter-top like shirt and seemed to pay us no notice
when we walked in. For a moment, I thought that this visit was more of
a family reunion than anything, but my hopes were quickly dashed.

	As Jacob approached the desk, Alyson's face lit up. I at first
thought it was for having seen me, my own vanity getting the best of
my common sense, but her eyes were locked on Jacob. She stood from the
desk and he embraced her in his arms, giving her a very deep and long
kiss, which she eagerly returned.

	"Hey baby," she said as they broke their lock. Alyson seemed to
notice me now, giving me a look of puzzled wonder as she saw me stand
there in the office, stopped in my tracks after seeing their embrace.
Jacob now turned to look at me and smiled, responding to my jaw
dropping shock.

	"What's the matter Dean? You've never seen two people kiss before?"
he said with a slight cackle. Alyson smiled and took her seat back on
the desk, holding the magazine in her lap.

	"No, it's just well...what the hell is going on here?" I asked,
trying to get my head around everything that I had seen in the past
two hours or so.

	"Ah, yes. You mean Katherine, or perhaps as you know her better
'Alyson'," Jacob said, now moving behind his desk to sit down. I stood
in front of both of them, despite a chair on each side of me. It was
better I thought to stand, just in case things got hairy.

	"Don't look so shocked Dean," Katherine/Alyson said. "I mean, sure
you fell for the oldest trick in the book but that doesn't mean you
have to be so amazed by it,"

	"You see Dean," Jacob said. "When we first met up all those months
ago in New York, I noticed something about you. I noticed your flaw,
some might even call it a weakness, for women. You were enraptured by
them, unable to control yourself. And so that's when I saw my
opportunity to come in. You see, in the world of business,
distractions are never a good thing. They lead to sloppy management
and less profits,"

	Jacob was referring to our rendezvous in which we had both had pretty
wild sex with Jennifer Aniston and Lisa Kudrow inside of one of NYC's
most prestigious restaurant booths.

	"Yes, but this is my business and that shouldn't be any of your
concern, especially since we live on opposite sides of the country," I
said, my voice feeling thick in my throat.

	"But it is you see. Shooting Stars isn't just YOUR business you know.
If you had bothered to re-read the will that our father left when he
died, you would see that he left the company and all his assets to his
surviving heirs. Notice that I pluralize 'heir' because, even though
you and I are only half brothers, I am still the son of Martin Simonds
just like you. That entitles me to at least half the profits and
earnings of everything that he left. And you haven't been exactly
breaking down my door to offer up my fair share," Jacob said.

	"So you thought you'd kill me and just take it all for yourself, is
that it?" I asked. I was getting very angry now, but I clenched my
fists tightly to maintain my composure.

	"Dean, come on. You have to give me more credit than that. Killing
you sounds so low and vile. Besides, what good is money to me if I'm
in jail? No, it had to look like an accident. And it would have BEEN
an accident if you hadn't managed to fucking swim out of your car,"
Jacob replied. Katherine/Alyson had moved to his lap now and was
running her hands through his hair. The sight made me sick to my
stomach.

	"Well I'm sorry if I cramped your plans, but I'm not exactly looking
to die anytime soon, as you can probably imagine," I said.

	"Yes, I can see that. If you were, we wouldn't be having this
conversation now," Jacob said. "And see, even if you were not dead,
that didn't really matter to me. All I needed to have happen was for
you to be taken out of the picture long enough to get all of dad's
assets transferred to my name. That paltry sum I was living off of out
in New York was nice, but when I saw everything that you had, I
naturally wanted more. The paperwork was all ready too for me to have
it, but then you had to pop your head up again with first Alyson
Hannigan and then Reese Witherspoon at the gym. That was a big
mistake, anyone could see that, but again your lust for women got the
best of you. And now it will be your downfall," he said, pouring
himself a drink from a cabinet on the side of his desk.

	"So with me out of the picture, you would just come in and take over
the stable of talent that took our father decades to compile? What
makes you think that they would even want to work with you,
considering how suspicious it would look if I just disappeared?"

	"That's none of your concern really, but I already have spoken with a
sizeable number of them and they don't seem to have a problem changing
teams, if you will," Jacob said, sipping his drink.

	"People like Reese. How many do you have Jacob? How many were willing
to stab me in the back for more money?" I asked. I thought back to all
the affairs I had in the past year with some of Hollywood's most
attractive stars, pondering over each and every detail to try and get
a decent guess on who the suspects who sold me out might have been.

	"Again, that's none of your concern. I could throw out numbers like
1/2 your clients, 2/3 of your clients, it wouldn't really matter,
especially to you. Your days with working with them are over," he
said.

	"And the name change?" I asked.

	Jacob smiled coyishly. "Well, I had a few business ideas that I know
can improve things. It's time to take representation into the new
millennium,"

	I was very angry about the whole situation now, but I needed more
information before I decided how to act. I pressed on with my
questions.

	"It all makes sense now, except for one part. I know now who was
trying to kill me and why, and even how you managed to find me after
you thought I was dead and bring me here. But one thing is bothering
me - how does SHE figure into all this?" I said, pointing at
Katherine/Alyson from across the desk.

	"Katherine? Dean Dean Dean, by now I thought you might have figured
that out. I knew that you were susceptible to women, but I couldn't
get any of your stars to go all the way and sell you out to me. So I
recruited Katherine here. She was just a struggling actress, but with
a little bit of makeup, I managed to turn her into a close enough
guess of what your twin would look like. The rest was just acting on
her part, something I found to be quite good and incredibly erotic,"
he said, kissing her.

	"And the baby picture you showed me?" I asked.

	"It's amazing what you can do with computers these days, isn't it?
Especially when you are talking about a picture of a baby, almost all
of which usually look the same," Katherine said now with a smile.

	"Well then, you had it all figured out didn't you Jacob? Everything
went according to plan, and I doubt I could have done it better
myself," I said to them. "Except of course, for your one problem,"

	"What problem would that be?" Jacob asked, a little tired from the
whole conversation, simply humoring me now.

	"I'm still alive," 

	"Yes, you are. But that's not a problem. After I saw how you managed
to cheat death over and over again, I decided that a more practical
approach was needed. A more professional way of handling things, if
you will," Jacob said.

	"That would be?" I said.

	"Going the business route. Simply put, you will sign a contract
relinquishing all your assets to me or I will ruin you financially,
socially and personally. There are things far worse than death in this
world you know," Jacob said coldly now, leaning across the desk to
stare at me with his eyes. I matched his gaze, but part of me was
worried about what he had meant. I asked him.

	Jacob's gaze softened. "Ah, so you've brought me to my favorite part
of this whole meeting. Katherine, if you please,"

	Katherine jumped from his lap excitedly and walked across the room to
a table. Grabbing a remote control, she pushed a button and a
television screen across the way glided down slowly.

	"I call this 'Dean Simonds: The Best Of'", Jacob said with an excited
laugh. I turned to face the screen.

	Within a few seconds, a grainy, black and white video appeared on
screen. It showed two people having sex. I couldn't make out the
location, but it looked familiar...wait, that was Jessica Alba's
apartment! The video showed a man bending the woman over a counter top
and fucking the woman hard in the ass. I grimaced a little as I
realized it was me and Jessica Alba. The bastard had a surveillance
system in her house!

	Just as quickly as it appeared, the video jumped to a different
scene. This one too showed two people having sex, only this time the
woman was on her knees between the man's legs. I didn't have to watch
for a split second to see that it was Sarah Michelle Gellar sucking on
my cock. The video played out for a few more seconds, as Jacob cackled
"Look, here's one of my favorite parts!"

	The tape now showed me standing up and spraying Sarah's face with my
cum, something that had only happened a few weeks earlier. I
remembered that vividly and I'm sure Sarah would too should she ever
see this. I began to feel queasy to my stomach as the tape continued
to jump from scene to scene: me fucking Penelope Cruz on my desk at
work, Lucy Liu and Zhang Ziyi kissing each other deeply as I lay on
the ground next to them. The scenes continued to go on and on and I
knew that just the few minutes I had seen were hardly the end of the
tape.

	However, the scene that almost brought me to tears was of Natalie
Portman and me, in one of the bedrooms of my house. It played like a
soft core porn, Natalie stripping slowly as I caressed her body. We
stood naked in front of each other but then suddenly, Katherine hit
STOP on the player and the screen went blank. I knew now that if they
had Natalie and me on tape, even if Natalie had not been involved in
the process of selling me out, I was truly and royally fucked.

	My mouth was dry and Jacob grinned at me from across the desk, his
Cheshire Cat smile making my stomach turn even more circles than it
had been during the playing of the video.

	"And that's just a snippet Dean. We have over 5 hours of footage, all
just begging for an audience to be shown to," Jacob said, still
grinning.

	"What do you want me to do," I said softly, my head hung down.

	"I want you to sign the firm, the house, all your earnings,
everything to me and my new business: StarPower Representation Firm.
Don't worry, I won't leave you so broke that you have to panhandle on
the street forever, but you might have enough money left to buy a one
bedroom studio out here in a few months," Jacob said. The sick fuck
was truly enjoying himself, and this made me hate him more.

	I wasn't ready to give up totally yet though. "What if I don't sign?
Who is going to believe that that's me and all those women on that
tape, especially coming from a man who I will readily admit to a judge
tried to blackmail me,"

	Jacob seemed annoyed by the question. "It doesn't matter who believes
me or not. All I have to do is either a) send this video to
Entertainment Tonight, Extra, Access Hollywood, etc, b) put it online
and sell it or even c) send it to the police. I'm sure that some
jurisdictions might frown on the sodomy that the tape clearly shows.
Plus, what I showed you had no sound. We have everything on tape, in
full THX quality audio glory," Jacob said.

	I thought for a moment. "That might be a risk I'm willing to take.
How long do I have before I have to sign?"

	"I'm a good businessman, which is sadly more than I can say for you.
I'll give you one business day. That's approximately 24 hours from now
to make up your mind," Jacob said.

	"Shall I come here with my decision?" I asked.

	"No, we will find you. It's obviously not that hard," Jacob said with
a laugh. He pushed a button on the intercom on his desk. "Vince, Jules
will you two come escort Mr. Simonds from the premises and take him
back to his car?"

	A moment later the two men re-entered the room. They stood beside my
chair, seemingly BEGGING me to try something so they had an excuse to
rough me up. But I went quietly.

	"I can walk by myself, thank you," I said, standing up. I headed out
of the office.

	"See you tomorrow Dean," Katherine said, blowing me a kiss.


	I arrived back at my car a few minutes later and sat in the drivers
seat for a few minutes. Where was I going to go? Who could I talk to?
What was I going to do? Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I
started up the car and drove back to the office, robotically following
the routine of driving. The sun was just coming up now and it shone
brightly off the roofs of the Los Angeles skyline. It was a new day in
California, and yet for me it seemed like the last week had never
ended.

	Going back into my office, I walked in and shut the door. Taking off
my tie and shoes, I collapsed on my sofa and rubbed my eyes. I felt
more self-conscious now, looking around the office as I tried to find
the camera that Jacob had planted, but it was to no avail. Today was
Sunday so I knew that the office would be closed. Laying my head down
on the back of the couch, I tried to focus on the problem at hand,
trying to come up with something to do. In my exhaustion however, I
fell into a deep sleep.

	I awoke what felt like days later, my neck sore from the angle in
which I laid on the couch and my right leg below the knee tingling
with numbness from having laid on it too long. I opened my eyes and
shot up with a start, finding myself in my own office unnerving me for
a moment. My head pounded from exhaustion, but I felt a little better
since I slept. I glanced at my watch and noticed that it was already 5
in the afternoon. Only 13 hours left before I had to make a decision.

	I walked to my refrigerator and got a bottle of water. Leaning over
the sink, I poured the water on my head to try and wake up some more.
It did the trick and I shuddered as I felt a cool trickle run down my
neck. It was then that I heard the knocking at the front door.

	At first I wrote it off to being just my throbbing head, over worked
brain and simply worn out body, but then I noticed that it was someone
tapping on the glass of the door with what sounded like a key. I made
my way to the door, passing through the security gate that we use to
keep homeless people and desperate fans/out of work actors from just
barging right in and creating a scene. The glass to the front door was
frosted so I tried to make out who it was. It was definitely a woman,
fairly short it appeared like. I had no idea who could be knocking on
the door here on a Sunday afternoon, especially with the place
appearing as deserted as it was.

	I opened the door a crack and kept the night lock on, leaving just
enough room for me to look out and see who it was. The person stepped
back from the door a little so that I could open it.

	It was Kirsten Dunst, dressed in an amazingly provocative manner. She
wore a tight black mini-skirt that hugged her hips and barely went
down to her mid calf, a pair of matching black boots and what appeared
to be a sleeveless, see-through blouse. Her hair was pulled back
behind her head and she had a little black purse draped over one arm,
her car keys in the other. She looked just as startled to see me as I
was to find her outside my door.

	"Kirsten, hi. What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice a little
croaky from the nap I had taken.

	"Hi Dean. I'm here for our meeting, remember?" she said, moving to
come into the door. I didn't move.
	
	"What meeting?" I asked, puzzled. It wasn't out of character for me
to forget a meeting but I knew that Damon, my personal assistant,
didn't schedule any for me on the weekends. At least not normally.

	"The meeting today we were having. To talk about my career and get to
know each other better, that sort of thing. Did you forget?" Kirsten
asked.

	She had always been one of those celebrities that I had talked to
briefly at parties and events, but had never had her as a client. Only
recently her contract with her old firm had expired so when she was
available for representation again, I swooped in and added her to our
roster. Although, with everything that had happened, part of me
wondered whether that had been wise or not.

	"I guess I must have. I don't normally schedule meetings for Sundays
but I guess this was an exception," I replied.

	"Sunday?!?" Kirsten looked shocked. She fiddled in her purse and
pulled out a day-planner. "Fuck! It is Sunday! Damn it, I thought
today was MONDAY!" she said, angry at herself.

	"No, I'm pretty sure it's Sunday," I said, a little bemused by her
mess up.

	"Yeah, your right it is Sunday. I'm sorry, I caught a red eye flight
last night and I guess I somehow thought that it was Monday. Geez, I
feel so stupid," Kirsten said, kicking the step of the door with her
foot.

	"Don't worry about it, everyone makes mistakes. But didn't it seem a
little odd that no one was here?" I said, trying to make light of her
mistake. She smiled and laughed to herself, the amazing brightness and
warmth of her young smile almost making me weak in the knees. Kirsten
was truly a beautiful young woman and I knew that she would go on to
do many great things in her life.

	"Well, I figured that when the meeting was scheduled that it would be
one of those 'special' Dean Simonds meetings I kept hearing about.
That's why I dressed like...oh man, now I feel even more ridiculous,"
she said, suddenly uncomfortable in the way she looked.

	"A special...oh, I know what you mean. Well, there isn't a meeting
today and there might not be one tomorrow. I'll have Damon call you
tomorrow and let you know," I said. If we are still around, I thought
to myself.

	"That's fine. Well, can I at least come in? It's really hot out
here," Kirsten said.

	I debated internally for a moment. "No, I think it's best that you
don't,"

	"Why not?" Kirsten asked, looking a little insulted.

	"It's just that, well, there's some stuff going on and..." I said,
trailing off.

	"And what?" she said angrily now. I realized that she wasn't going to
go away easily.

	"And, well I'm not sure if I can trust you,"

	"Not trust me with what? Dean, what the hell are you talking about?"
Kirsten asked.

	"It's a long story and," I said. My manners got the best of me and I
decided that whatever had been done so far in terms of being stabbed
in the back by clients had already been done, there wasn't much else I
could do. "Well, just come in I guess. I don't think it could hurt,"

	I unlatched the door and Kirsten came in, standing next to me. The
aroma of her perfume mixed with the light glow of sweat that dotted
her forehead, creating a very attractive and womanly scent.

	I walked back towards my office, past the rows of empty desks of
secretaries and errand people and everyone else who helped make the
agency work. Kirsten followed me into the office, taking a seat on the
couch. She looked uncomfortable in her skirt, crossing and re-crossing
her legs to get comfortable.

	"So why don't you trust me?" Kirsten asked.

	I sat down at my desk and considered how best to handle this. If she
was really on the side of Jacob, I knew she would play coy. Of course,
if she was clueless then my behavior would almost certainly seem
erratic.

	"Tell me something," I said. "Have you ever spoken to my half-brother
Jacob?"

	I watched her reaction, trying to see if she was lying or not or if
she knew that she had been caught spying. But to my amazement, she
gave me a very puzzled look.

	"Who? No, I have no idea who you are talking about. I didn't even
know you had a half-brother," Kirsten said. She was now studying me,
probably trying to figure out if I had gone insane. My appearance
certainly would dictate it - my clothes were rumpled and dirty, my
hair was sticking out in all sorts of weird angles and I hadn't shaved
in at least three days, as that was the last time I could remember.

	"So then you don't know anything about StarPower or anything like
that?" I said, my voice icy as I interrogated her. As each second went
by, I began to realize that Kirsten was innocent in this whole thing,
suddenly thrust into the situation with no inkling as to how complex
it really was.

	"No, I don't. Would you mind telling me what the hell this is all
about though? You're starting to sound like one of those paranoid
people on the streets who scream about the end of the world coming,
and I have to tell you that being questioned like this doesn't really
make me feel comfortable being one of your clients.

	I sighed and rubbed my hand through my hair. "Ok, I'm sorry. It's
just that these last few days have been incredibly stressful and
tiring and I have no idea what's going on in my life. Your the first
person I've talked to about this and I wasn't even sure if I could
trust you," I said.

	"Well, would you mind telling me why you don't think you can trust
me? Start at the beginning, maybe I can help," Kirsten said, suddenly
intrigued by the situation at hand.

	I proceeded to explain to Kirsten the entire situation from the
start, dating back to my visit to New York to see Jacob to just a few
hours earlier when I was given my ultimatum. She listened intently the
entire time, not saying more than "Uh-huh" or "Oh no!" to my various
tales. It felt better to get all of it off my chest, although I felt
guilty somewhat bringing in an innocent bystander into the mess that I
had made.

	When I was through, we sat in silence for a moment as Kirsten
dissected everything.

	"Well, I don't want to see you go out of business or hand things over
to Jacob. I don't think that, judging from the way you described him,
he would be a very good manager out here in Hollywood. Quite frankly,
he seems like he'd be a spoiled brat," Kirsten said. "Do you have any
idea what your decision will be? This will rock not just the
entertainment world but the news world in general, becoming the
hottest story to hit Hollywood since Fatty Arbuckle. Would he really
go through with it?"

	"I think so. I'm not even sure that if I did sign everything over to
him he still wouldn't go after me in some way. Regardless, I'm glad
that I can trust you with all this and it's nice to get another
opinion. I thought I was going to go crazy," I said.

	"Don't mention it. Besides, it's not every day that you get a chance
to define the course of Hollywood history," Kirsten said, smiling.

	"Yeah. If only I knew what to do," I replied with a heavy sigh.
Kirsten smiled at me and arched her eyebrows devilishly.

	"I think I have an idea,"


	I knew when they had arrived by the sound at the door. It was a soft
clicking, the sound of a credit card or some other kind of device
being worked in to allow them access to the door. I laid on the couch
in my office, listening to them. Kirsten, naked, lay on top of me and
feigned sleep I knew she was listening just as intently.

	The door to my office was slightly ajar and I heard it swing open as
I closed my eyes suddenly as well, lowering the speed of my breathing
as I too pretended like I was asleep. Through my shut eyes, I could
hear the sound of two people enter the room, their large feet probably
tracking mud onto my $300 a foot carpet. They hovered over us, the
breathing from their noses coming like a soft whistle. I heard one
crack his knuckles.

	Suddenly, I was lifted off of the couch by two hands, the action so
sudden that it felt like gravity itself had failed to exist. I felt
Kirsten slip off of me and land on the couch with a thud, crying out
as she was startled. I opened my eyes now and found myself face to
face with the guy that Jacob had called Jules. His eyes were locked
onto mine as he held me up by my shoulders, my pants dangling beneath
me in a heap. I glanced over to Kirsten and saw that the other one,
Vince, held her by the waist by his side. Kirsten kicked her legs
wildly behind her, her smooth ass jiggling softly as she tried to
clutch a sheet to her chest.

	"Time's up Simonds, time to go see the boss," Jules barked at me,
causing me to return my eyes to his face. His breath reeked of
cheeseburgers and cigarettes, a foul smell that made my nose cringe.

	"But, I still have," I tried to say, but my head was rocked back as I
was punched hard in the face. I felt my nose bend and then become wet,
probably broken as Jules threw me onto the couch.

	"You don't have shit. Now get dressed so that I don't have to drag
your punk ass to the car," Jules said, wiping my blood off of his hand
onto a nearby towel. I put on my pants and saw that Kirsten was still
thrashing to get down as Vince rubbed his hand over her ass, slapping
it playfully.

	"Hey Jules, check this shit out. Smooth as a baby's ass," he said,
laughing. "What I wouldn't give to stick my cock into her," he said,
licking his lips. Kirsten had managed to turn around in his arms and
was now beating his massive chest with her small fists. "Put me down!
Dean help me!" Kirsten cried, tears welling in her eyes.

	I stood up from the couch, my pants buckled, but Jules shoved me back
down. "Sit your ass there. You move when I tell you to move," he
glared at me.

	He turned to Vince "Put her down man. We can't fuck with the bosses
merchandise, but we can take her with us," Jules said. Vince followed
orders and set Kirsten down. Sobbing a little, she gathered up her
clothes and began to put them on, turning away from us. Vince couldn't
resist one more little spanking of her ass and the sound cracked
loudly through the office as Kirsten yelped in surprise, turning
around to stare at him.

	Vince just laughed and pretended to be innocent, his hands in his
pockets as he whistled. Kirsten continued glaring at him but finished
getting dressed and sat back down on the couch next to me.

	"Now, I hate to interrupt you two love birds but you have two choices
here. You can go with us willingly on your own feet to see Mr. Jacob,
or you can go there with us carrying you. Trust me when I say that if
we have to carry you, you'll have to be carried for the rest of your
short lives. So I'd pick option one," said Jules with a little bit of
sadistic glee in his voice. I wiped the blood from my nose which had
thankfully stopped bleeding.

	Kirsten looked at me, her wide blue doe eyes conveying fear and the
feeling of being upset.

	"We'll go willingly. I have a few things I want to say and I need to
be able to think straight if I'm going to say them," I said.

	"Good. Now get your asses up and follow Vince there out to the car,"
Jules said. He fell in behind us as we walked to the car. The ride
seemed much shorter this time as Kirsten clutched my arm tightly,
looking around nervously as she watched buildings and other cars go
by.

	
	We arrived at the same office, only there were more people on the
floor. It was just a regular office building and, being on the 8th
floor, Jacob's rented space required us taking the elevator to the
top. Business people passed us as we walked into the revolving door,
past the two security guards (who eyed Kirsten hungrily) and to said
elevators. Vince & Jules walked near us but not too close so as not to
raise suspicion. A few people seemed to give puzzled looks at Kirsten,
knowing they had seen her somewhere but not quite sure where. The
overhead chime dinged for our floor and we stepped out.

	The place was still under construction, with workmen walking around
building wall space. The only place that actually looked finished on
the whole floor, now that I had seen it in the light, was Jacob's
office. Our two escorts walked to the door leading into his office and
then stopped, opening it for us but Jules stopped outside the door
while Vince followed us in. Jacob was sitting at his desk, watching
television. He clicked off the set as we walked in.

	"Dean, so glad to see you again. And look, you brought a friend,"
Jacob said, smiling at Kirsten. Kirsten smiled weakly back at him but
lingered semi-close to me.

	"Where did she come from?" Jacob asked Vince. 

	"We found them sleeping together on the couch. I had to wake him up a
little," Vince said, pointing to my nose. "To get them to come with
us,"

	"Well, whatever was needed, I trust your judgment Vince. That will be
all now, thank you," Jacob said, shooing Vince out the door. He nodded
and then pulled it shut quietly behind him.

	"So Dean, I see you have Ms. Dunst here. I don't like involving
outside people, but since she is going to be part of the firm now any
ways, I don't see what it can hurt. That is, if you are going to sign
the papers I assume," Jacob said, getting right down to business.

	"Dean, what is he talking about?" Kirsten said, giving me a look of
worry.

	"It's ok Kirsten, I'm signing over the company to Jacob here, my half
brother. He's going to run things from now on," I said, trying to
sound excited, not to mention convincing.

	"So you're abandoning us? What an ass!" Kirsten said, standing up to
leave. "The hell with this, I'm going back to my old firm,"

	With that, Kirsten walked towards the door. Jacob called after her
from at his desk.

	"Ms. Dunst, I don't think that's in your best interest right now. The
two men on the other side of the door have been told to hurt anyone
who walks out before I tell them to. Famous or not, they don't care,"
he said coolly.
	
	Kirsten stopped in mid-step and seemed to ponder the decision,
returning back behind her seat. Jacob gestured for her to sit down.

	"Please, have a seat. Besides the fact that you are still my brother
here's client for another, oh five minutes, you are still under
contract to him and soon to be me. And you don't break that contract
with out a judge's approval," Jacob said. Kirsten, looking upset, sat
down. She bit nervously on the nail of her thumb.

	"I don't want to be under contract with you, but going to court is
going to make me look like a total bitch," Kirsten said. "Isn't there
any way I can get out of it?"

	With that, Jacob laughed loudly, a deep and throaty laugh that shook
the walls of the office. I stayed still in my chair and watched the
scene.

	"Well, if I learned one thing from my womanizing brother over there,
it's that you always want to keep the stars happy. Why don't you come
over here and look under my desk, I think that there might be a way
out of your contract under there," he said. I shot him an evil glare,
which he simply returned with a vengeful smile.

	Kirsten, having been in Hollywood long enough to know the rules, did
as she was asked and walked towards Jacob. He rolled back in his chair
and let her crawl down onto her knees in front of him, her whole body
disappearing underneath the desk.

	"You see Dean, even though I despise you and everything that you did
when you let your dick think for the company and MY inheritance, I
have to respect your taste in women. Very nice, very classy. I'm sure
they will all bring me in lots more money, once a select few of them
like Ms. Dunst here learn to respect the taste of ME," Jacob said. I
heard a zipper unzipping and Jacob reclined back in his chair.

	"You aren't any better than me. You are worse than me. I did
everything straight over the table and fair. I did it all without
having to resort to dirty tricks and traps to get what I wanted. I did
it the fair way, the way our father would have wanted," I said.

	Jacob roared in laughter. "Our father? Our father was a womanizing,
dirty old man who chased pussy till he died. The only thing straight
about him was the straightness of his dick, and even that left him
when he got old," Jacob said. "Now sign the damn papers and let me
enjoy this in peace. I kind of like you being in here while I get
this, I like turning you into a cuckold in front of your own
clientele,"

	He slid a stack of papers across the desk to me. I gave a heavy sigh
and pulled a pen from the desk as I began to scan them quickly,
putting X's and signatures wherever needed.
	
	"Yes, it's too bad it had to come to this, blackmail and all. If you
had only cut me in on the business from the start, I wouldn't be
putting you in this situation. But, you left me no choice," Jacob
said. I could hear Kirsten slurping away on his cock, her head bobbing
up and down gently underneath the desk, causing it to rock a little on
it's legs.

	I finished signing the documents and handed them back over to him. 

	"Thank you, I'll finally things in just a moment," Jacob said. He
moved his hand underneath the desk and I saw him ball his fists up as
he grabbed a handful of her hair in each hand, pulling her head up and
down faster and faster on his cock. Kirsten grunted a little, not
enjoying the rough treatment but having no choice otherwise.

	"Oh yeah, here it comes baby! Open wide!" Jacob yelled loudly as his
orgasm hit. Kirsten's mouth was still on his prick when it exploded
with cum and I could tell from her squeaking and my limited viewpoint
that he filled her mouth with quite a load of jizz. Jacob relaxed more
in the chair now as Kirsten stayed pinned underneath the desk.

	"Much better. Now, let's make sure you signed everything so that it's
nice and legal," Jacob said as Kirsten scrambled out from under his
legs, her mouth still full of his cum.

	Jacob's happy demeanor quickly faded as he looked down at the
documents with a scowl. He looked up at me angrily.

	"You didn't sign anything. You simply wrote FUCK YOU in each and
every spot on this, didn't you?" he asked, his voice rising in anger.

	"That's right," I said with a smile.

	"I gave you a chance and you spit it back in my face. Jules! Vince!"
Jacob called towards the door for his goons.

	"Actually," I said quickly, grabbing the documents from off the desk
and tearing them in half one by one quickly "Kirsten is the one who
spit back in your face,"

	"What?" was all Jacob could say before Kirsten, having stood up on
her feet again, spit her mouthful of Jacob's cum back onto his own
face. Jacob recoiled in shock. "Shit! What the fuck?"

	At that moment, Jules and Vince burst into the room. Seeing the
situation, they walked quickly towards me. I took one step back but
held my ground, reaching into my jacket pocket.

	"Wait just a second there fellas," I said. They seemed to pause, if
only momentarily. But it was long enough for me to get what I wanted
out: a tape recorder. Holding it out at their eye level, making sure
that Jacob could see it as well, I pushed rewind and then play.

	"Yes, it's too bad it had to come to this, blackmail and all. If you
had only cut me in on the business from the start, I wouldn't be
putting you in this situation," the recording said, Jacob's voice from
only a few moments earlier.

	The two guards paused and looked at Jacob on what to do - they may
have been hired muscle but they knew when their employer was in a
predicament. Jacob had just finished wiping the cum from his face and
glared at me and Kirsten, who had come to stand beside me.

	"You're going to blackmail me after I blackmailed you? That's not
going to work Dean, two wrongs don't make a right. Even you should
know that," Jacob said.

	"No, they don't. But even though I might go to jail for sodomy, once
this tape and the video I just made," I said, pointing to Kirsten's
shirt. She pulled it back a little to reveal a small-lensed camera
resting on the inside of her blouse. "Gets out, no matter how much
jail time I serve, it won't matter to you in the slightest because the
feds will be crawling al over you,"
	
	"And what if I had Jules and Vince here simply remove the devices
from you?" Jacob said, regaining some of his composure.

	"Doesn't matter. Thanks to the miracle of wireless technology, I
archived both the audio and the video on a computer at a location you
don't know about. And having a digital copy, I can send crisp and
clear versions to whomever I want," I said.

	Jacob, realizing he was now the one in the jam, began to back peddle.
"What will it take for me to get you to destroy those tapes and all
copies, digital or otherwise, that you've made?"

	"Well, you could let Kirsten and I walk out of here unharmed by our
own free will, with no escorts. Then we can talk about getting the
tape into your hands," I said. "Oh, and give me all the copies here in
your office of the tape that you have of me, that would be nice too,"

	"You've got to be shitting me. What makes you think I'd give them to
you?" Jacob replied.

	"Because you don't have any options. Your tape, from what I've seen,
is fuzzy and difficult to tell who it is. I have something far more
incriminating on you. So really, you don't have much choices here,"

	Jacob reached into his drawer, with me watching him warily. He pulled
out two copies of the video cassette and handed them to me. "This
isn't finished yet,"

	"Oh, but it is. Now if you'll excuse us, we will be going now," I
said and Kirsten and I headed towards the door. Jules and Vince made a
blocking motion in front of us, but Jacob said "Let them go," and they
parted. We passed them and were quickly back on the elevator, heading
out. Neither Kirsten nor I said anything until we were in the cab,
heading back to my house.

	"I can't believe we pulled that off," I remarked. "It just goes to
show you what people will do when they are in tight spots, and it felt
nice to turn the tables on him,"

	"I know. I'm trembling with excitement. I didn't want to give him a
blowjob like that, I hate giving those sorts of things to people I
can't stand, but the situation warranted it I guess. How did I do in
there?" Kirsten said.

	"You were perfect. And quite the actress I might add, you're show of
fear and uneasiness was great. If I was the Academy, I'd certainly
give you an Oscar for your performance," I said, pulling Kirsten tight
to me in a hug.

	"I'll keep that in mind. Now that unconventional women like Halle
Berry have won, maybe there is a shot for someone young like me in the
future. With my career in your hands, anything is possible," Kirsten
said, laying her head on my shoulder.

	
	The cab pulled to the entrance of my house and I paid the driver,
making sure to give him a good tip for taking us all the way out of
the city. Kirsten followed me inside and we set the tapes down on the
kitchen counter.

	"Would you care for something to drink?" I asked, going to the fridge
to get myself something.

	"Sure, I'd love a bottle of water or a soda or something. Anything to
get the taste of his cum out of my mouth. Yech!" Kirsten said. We both
laughed and headed into the den of my house, sitting down on the
couch.

	"So was it really you on the tape that he had? You having sex with
all those women?" Kirsten asked.

	"I'm afraid so. I wasn't lying about it being blurry but these days,
it doesn't matter. With the tabloids, you're guilty no matter what," I
said with a sigh.

	"Why do you think you sleep with so many women in Hollywood?" Kirsten
asked, scooting closer to me on the couch.

	"Well, contrary to what Jacob said it's not that I can't control it.
I mean, yes I'm surrounded by beautiful people all the time but it's
all reciprocated. I don't know what is going on in the minds of all of
the women in Hollywood that I've fucked...err, made love to, 23 now by
my count. They might be doing it for a power thing, for someway of
feeling like they have an edge on me. Some of them though I think are
just horny and like the idea of a no-strings attached fling," I said.

	"And what about the ones you have been involved with, Alyssa Milano
and Natalie Portman? Has it always been something serious?" Kirsten
asked, sipping her soda.

	"Alyssa was just an experiment really, to see if I could really
sustain a relationship with someone of her fame. Natalie, well...that
just sort of evolved out of the situation I guess. We have an
agreement of seeing other people since we both live so far apart but
when we are together, it's something special," I said.

	"Would you say what we went through today and yesterday was on the
level of what happened with you and Natalie. If you don't mind me
asking of course," Kirsten said.

	"Yes, it was very similar. And I think that in both cases, having the
beauty and youth of a young woman by me throughout each ordeal helped
me get through it,"

	Kirsten blushed and looked at the floor. "You called me beautiful.
All I'm used to hearing from the public and from other people in the
industry is that I'm 'cute' or 'adorable' or 'hot'. I have never
really heard someone call me beautiful before," she said.

	"Well it's true. You have a very classic type of beauty, one that I
don't think will leave you in life. You are gifted and I know that you
will go on to great things, with or without me as your agent," I said.

	"Thanks Dean," Kirsten said. There was an uncomfortable pause for a
moment. "You know, I felt very safe throughout that situation with you
being there beside me. Even when we were pretending to be asleep, it
felt nice having your body pressed that close to mine. Do you
think...I mean, I know you've been through a lot and all, but would
you ever consider..." she said, trailing off.

	"Making love to you?" I asked, taking her hand in my own. Her fingers
were small and petite, just like the rest of her body. Kirsten was
obviously embarrassed by the situation.

	"Yeah..."

	"Of course. If you really want to of course," I said, pulling her
closer to me and planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

	"I do," she whispered. I didn't say anything, only nodded as I stood
from the couch and bent down to pick her up in my arms. I carried her
up the stairs to my bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. I had
been exhausted from the last few days, but my heart thudded in my
chest as I slowly removed my shirt and pants, standing only in my
boxer shorts. The thought of being with Kirsten seemed to excite me,
to revitalize my energy and I felt like, having defeated Jacob, I
could take on anything.

	Kirsten lay on the bed with her arms behind her head and watched me
undress and kick off my shoes, her own blouse open a little at the
bottom, revealing her smooth, firm tummy. I climbed onto the bed next
to her and lowered my mouth to her lips, kissing them gently. Kirsten
returned the kiss softly as I slid my arms up next to her own. I stood
over her like that as we explored each other's mouths sensually,
taking the time to familiarize ourselves with each other's bodies and
scents. When the kiss finally broke, neither of us really wanted it to
end but we knew that we would need to take it to the next phase.

	Still standing over her, I put my hands by Kirsten's small, B cup
breasts and rubbed them softly through her shirt. Then I began to
methodically unbutton her blouse, taking one button at a time as our
eyes stayed locked on one another. Kirsten sighed a little as I
finished with the last button and slowly opened her blouse. She wore a
white lace push up bra, obviously worn to try and accentuate her
breasts for her believed encounter the day before. I slid my hand
behind her back and undid the clasp of the bra, using both hands now
to lift it from her body.

	Kirsten's breasts were a great size, just large enough to cup in your
hand. Her nipples were hard in the air of the room and the obvious
sexual energy that permeated from each of us. The areolas were small
and tan with the rest of her body, which brought a smile to my face as
I realized that Kirsten preferred to tan topless. I imagined her lying
naked next to a pool somewhere, the hot California sun beating down on
her chest as her lithe body was bronzed like that of a goddess, her
skin flawless and without imperfection. Her blouse lay open by her
sides as she watched me run my hand between her two breasts lightly,
tracing a finger first around one nipple and then the other as I moved
down to her belly.

	Bending my head, I planted a series of small kisses on her tummy as
my mouth moved slowly to the top of the mini-skirt she still wore.
Putting my hands behind her tight, firm ass, I squeezed her cheeks
lightly and returned my hands to the front of the material, hooking my
thumbs on the edge of the skirt. Kirsten lifted her ass off the bed
just enough to allow me to begin to slide the skirt down her womanly
hips. Her body was beginning to develop a light sheen of sweat and her
breathing became more shallow as the skirt passed from her hips down
to her calves and finally her knees. Kirsten kicked the skirt off a
little and now wore only a pair of black, thong style panties that
barely covered her tiny pussy.

	Kirsten lifted herself off the bed a little and now shrugged off the
blouse that had been encumbering her arms as she relaxed again on the
bed. I used one hand to rub and massage her left breast while the
other grabbed the very thin and flimsy material of her panties and
pulled them down, revealing her honey coated snatch. She was very
aroused I could tell, because the pleasant scent of her womanhood
wafted out from between her slightly parted cunnie lips. She had
shaven most of the pubic hair around her pussy, leaving only a lone
patch only an inch or so above her entrance. I moved my hand from her
breast and down through this feather soft hair as Kirsten
instinctively parted her legs for me ever so slightly.

	Naked completely now, Kirsten's long legs splayed out on the bed,
inviting me to simply pounce on her and penetrate her to her deepest.
But I controlled myself and focused instead on pleasing Kirsten first;
after all, I owed her my livelihood.

	I moved my mouth down between her legs and began to lightly kiss the
inside of her thighs as I made my way up to her outer pussy lips. They
looked so beautiful and inviting to me, yet another gorgeous Hollywood
woman who had offered herself to me. All that had almost been lost,
but for now I was where I - and Kirsten - wanted us to be. I traced a
finger up to her box and slowly slid the tip inside, feeling her
moistness. I pulled it out and saw that she had already become quite
wet just from the eroticness of the situation. I licked my finger of
her juice, the first of many tastings of her I would do that day, I
thought to myself.

	Positioning my mouth now squarely in front of her cunt, I slowly slid
my tongue out and got a direct taste of the mixture of her juices and
her body itself on my tongue, relishing the feeling as it hit my taste
buds. Using one hand, I parted her inner lips and worked my tongue
further into her pussy, searching for her clit.

	Kirsten moaned in approval as I continued my quest, moving my tongue
gently around inside of her, giving soft, cat-like licks to each and
every area I could find. I felt Kirsten's hand brush my head lightly,
a sign of encouragement that I was on the right track. Licking a bit
faster now, I managed to find her clit at the very head of her
entrance. It was small and barely noticeable, similar to the size of
her nipples. But it was very aroused and seemed to be begging for me
to lick it. The tip of my tongue brushed across it lightly and this
sent shockwaves through Kirsten's body, the pent up sexual tension
causing her to orgasm for the first time. A flood of her juices came
out of her hole and into my mouth, a pungent and sweet taste that was
not unpleasant in the slightest.

	Having found her clit, it was easy now to focus on it and make sure
that her first orgasm would not be her last. Kirsten's breathing
became more and more ragged now as I licked furiously at it, moving
the slight little knob back and forth along my tongue. For good
measure, I slipped a finger inside next to my tongue and began to move
it in and out at a steady pace, fucking her with it as I licked her
cunt.

	Kirsten began to thrash around more violently now, shuddering
occasionally and moaning "Uggnnhh!" and "Don't stop that!" between
breaths, the loud cries of her pleasure rocked body filling the house
and echoing off the walls. The bottom of my mouth was now buried deep
inside her pussy, my nostrils rubbing against her crinkly soft pubic
hair as I licked with no abandon. It became a little difficult to
breath as Kirsten locked her legs tightly around my head, but they
were easy to push off of me in between her orgasmic shudders. Kirsten
gave one final cry, her whole body trembling like an earthquake, and
she orgasmed once more, her pussy now sopping wet with juices and my
saliva.

	I lifted my head from in between her legs and sat up on the bed next
to her. Kirsten had her eyes closed tightly, still catching her
breath, her breasts jiggling slightly as her chest heaved.

	"Thank you Dean, that was amazing and just what I needed," Kirsten
said. I smiled in returned and said nothing.

	Now it was Kirsten's turn to continue things as she sat up on the bed
next to me. She embraced me in a kiss, her warm body pressing against
my naked chest, her breasts flattened against me and the heat
radiating from her legs brushing against my groin. Kirsten broke the
kiss and then began to lick around my mouth, cleaning off her own
juices from my face.

	"MMmm...I always wondered what I tasted like," she giggled. I kissed
her again and it didn't take too much more before she was ready to go
once more. I felt the urgency in her need to continue as her hands
pulled down hard at my boxer shorts, trying to free my erect member
from it's confines. I got up on my knees and Kirsten wasted no time
simply yanking them off. She was quite assertive in what she wanted
sexually, and yet her touch and feel was not like that of other sex
hungry women I had slept with.

	With my cock now free, Kirsten pushed me back onto the bed and
climbed between my legs. But rather than going directly for my cock,
she lifted it up a little to give her better access to my balls and
down the thin strip of skin leading to my asshole. Kirsten traced her
tongue up and down this area from bottom to top and when she reached
my bloated and sperm filled balls, took my sack into her mouth (as
much as she could fit) and sucked gently on my nuts, moving them
around inside their casing with her tongue. Her mouth was warm and hot
and oh so amazing as I felt her warm breath on my balls, feeling the
sucking motion she paid to each one of them and the soft slurping
sound that came from the corners of her mouth.

	Kirsten released my balls after a moment and began to snake her way
up and around the base of my shaft, moving up all nine inches to the
head. She squeezed the tip gently, bringing forth a drop of pre-cum,
which she snagged on her finger and licked clean, returning her
amazing mouth to the head of my cock. Taking it between her lips, she
sucked on it hard, creating an unbelievable feeling. But just as
quickly as she had paid attention to it, she dropped her whole mouth
down to the base of the shaft, taking in all of my meat in her throat.
Kirsten was obviously no stranger to giving a blow job and I wondered
how many she had given as she grew from childhood to the beautiful
creature she was today in Hollywood.

	Bobbing her head up and down now, Kirsten was doing her hardest to
get me off - and it seemed to be working. I felt my balls tighten up
beneath the nimble fingers she had been using to massage and squeeze
them as I unloaded jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. I felt it
smack the back of her throat as she closed her mouth tightly around my
shaft, making sure none leaked out. My orgasm subsided and Kirsten
slowly lifted her mouth from my prick and lifted her head up to me so
that our eyes met. Opening her mouth just enough so that I could see
the cum in it, she closed her lips together and swallowed the entire
thing as I sat there watching, amazed.

	"Any man who calls me beautiful doesn't deserve to have his cum spit
out," Kirsten grinned. She returned her mouth to my cock and licked
the moisture from it, cleaning it. When she was satisfied, she began
to work her hand up and down my shaft, getting me hard again within a
few solid strokes.

	Ready to go again, Kirsten climbed over me and started to settle
herself like she would climb onto my cock. But I again had other
ideas. Scooting out from under her, Kirsten frowned playfully as I
moved behind her. Grasping her breasts in my hands, I squeezed them
gently as I made sure that she could feel my cock pressing between her
ass cheeks. I began to thrust slowly between them, rubbing my shaft
against her slit as I moved up and down. Kirsten just sighed
contentedly and let me have my way with her. She wasn't expecting it
when I pushed the tip of my cock inside of her still wet and waiting
hole, but she wasn't exactly complaining either!

	The inside of her pussy was soft and moist, like the way her mouth
had been. I didn't want to penetrate her fully, so I turned her around
on the bed so that her body was facing me and laid her down,
missionary style, in front of me. With more leverage now, I placed the
head of my prick directly in her waiting hole and used my arms to work
myself into her. Kirsten was tight - not a virgin, but very tight - as
I felt my shaft pass deeper and deeper inside of her, the ridges of
her inner pussy wall rubbing softly against my cock until I had
bottomed out completely in her.

	I held myself in her like that for a moment and Kirsten lay
completely still, both of us relishing the feeling. I then started to
saw myself in and out of her box, entering and leaving her with each
stroke, the tip of my cock bringing on more pleasure for her as I
rubbed the engorged head of my dick against her clit with each entry
motion. Kirsten's body seemed to be begging for me to give it harder
to her and when I felt her hands move onto my ass to guide my motions
in and out of her, I knew that was exactly what she wanted.

	I buried myself in her once again, but instead only left two or three
inches out as I began to piston in and out of her pussy much faster
than before, rocking the bed beneath us on it's legs as I worked up a
solid sweat pounding her sweet, tight cunt. Kirsten's breathing had
turned into one long moan of ecstasy and I felt her cum for the third
time that night, her body weak and trembling beneath me as I hammered
away. With each stroke, the tip of my prick brushed deep inside of her
against her cervix, my dick like a fiery hot piece of steel as it
embedded itself deep inside of her.

	Kirsten, not satisfied with the simple position I had begun in,
wrapped her legs tightly around my knees now, squeezing on them
tightly as she tried to force more and more of my cock inside of her
pussy. Her toes brushed against my balls and for whatever reason, the
feeling of them against my nuts caused my orgasm to build. I felt it
coming and gave Kirsten one last very hard thrust, enough to send us
scooting further down the bed against the headboard as I shot my wad
inside of her. Ribbon after ribbon of hot, sticky cum filled her pussy
as I released my load, coating the inside of her love tunnel with my
spunk. I continued to buck my hips until there was nothing left and I
felt myself going soft. Panting and exhausted, I pulled myself out of
Kirsten and rolled off of her, laying next to her on the bed.

	We both lay catching our breath for a moment and Kirsten scooted up
next to me. I held her in my arms as the weight of the last few days
and the exhaustion, plus the knowledge that things were back to normal
now, finally allowed me to pass into a deep and peaceful sleep.


	I awoke a few hours later to the sound of thunder outside the open
blinds of my bedroom window. Kirsten lay peacefully next to me, her
hair splayed out softly all around me, smooth and soft and reflecting
what little light remained in the room now that night had fallen. I
slid out from beside her and walked to close the window. I hadn't
remembered a storm approaching on the weather, but then again I had
other things on my mind these last few days. It was kicking up really
good out there, wind shaking the trees violently in and around my yard
and rain beating like rocks against the window.

	I turned back to the bed and saw Kirsten had awoken. She was watching
me at the window, her hair rumpled sexily from having slept, a small
clump of it covering by her eye. She had pulled the sheet up to her
body, although I could still she her petite frame beneath the sheer
fabric of the cover.

	"Morning. Or should I say, night," Kirsten said, smiling. I walked
over to the bed and kissed her.

	"I'm going to go fix some food, do you want some?" I asked.

	"No, I really need to get back to my hotel. I fly out of here
tomorrow," Kirsten said.

	"In this weather?" I asked. "You must be nuts!"

	"I don't have much choice," Kirsten said, kissing me quickly on the
lips again. "My plane leaves pretty early and with rush hour traffic,
I'd never make it if I left tomorrow. But I do appreciate your
concern,"

	Kirsten climbed out of bed and began to get dressed, sliding on her
skirt and buttoning her blouse but leaving her bra and panties on the
floor.

	"Aren't you forgetting something?" I said jokingly. Kirsten turned to
look.

	"No, you can keep those. Add them to your collection," she said.

	"Thanks. Here, at least let me walk you out to the garage. You can
take one of my cars and I'll just go get it from the hotel you're at
tomorrow," I said. I grabbed a key ring from by the kitchen door as we
walked outside towards the garage. I pushed the button and it groaned
to life, a river of water sliding down it's edge to land with a quiet
drizzle on the concrete of the garage.

	"Thank you for everything Kirsten. Without you, I don't think I'd be
alive, let alone still in business," I said to her as I gave her a
hug, wrapping my hands around her thin waist. She kissed me, an
electric kiss that was only broken when a huge flash of lightning and
the immediate thunder cracked outside, scaring us both.

	"It's the least I can do. Remember, you get me a better cut of each
film than anyone else in town," she said. "But most of all, that's
what friends do,"

	I watched her climb into my green Lexus and start it up, backing
slowly out of the garage into the mess of the storm. I walked to the
garage entrance and stood, watching her go. She couldn't help but to
roll down the window and wave to me, even in the bad weather. I waved
back and she drove off, her taillights disappearing in the storm of
the evening.

	I walked back into the garage and shut the door, heading back into
the house. Suddenly, from upstairs, there was a loud crash and the
sound of glass breaking. Immediately following it was the crack of
thunder and I groaned to myself as I went upstairs to check what
happened. Probably a tree limb through the window - what else could go
wrong in this past week?

	As I made my way up, I could hear the wind howling in through the
broken glass. The window had broken in my fathers study, the one room
in the house that I had left the way it was since moving in. The sole
window in it faced out to the main drive and the street and gave a
fantastic view of the whole property, as the window was positioned
directly in the middle of the mansion.

	Nearing the room now, which lay at the end of the hall, I noticed
that the door to the room was open. That was very odd because I kept
it closed in some sort of remembrance of the way my father had last
left it. I took another step forward towards the door and jumped back
two more steps as I saw a figure emerge through the door and stop
directly in front of me in the hallway. His hair and entire body were
drenched in water from the storm and he had his head bent forward
slightly so that all I could see were his eyes. He wore all black,
including a pair of shiny black gloves. But what he wore wasn't what
concerned me. It was what he held that was far more threatening - a
hunting knife, it's sheared edges gleaming in the brightly flashing
lightning that came from the study. He was breathing hard, but I knew
right away who it was.

	"Hello Dean," the figure said.

	"Hello Jacob. Came to finish this?" I said, taking another slow step
back.

	He nodded and grinned maniacally and then without any further
hesitation, he lunged at me.



TO BE CONTINUED...


Chapter 28: Neve Campbell


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