Journal of an Agent Ch. 16

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damon spoke for the first time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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