Journal of an Agent Ch. 09

Chapter 9: Elizabeth Hurley

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This is Part 9 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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Stretching my legs out in front of me and yawning quietly to myself, I settled in my seat for a long ride. I was headed over to England to meet with Elizabeth Hurley about landing a role in another film. Elizabeth was often times called one of the most beautiful and most photographed women in the world, and given the publicity she received in the British tabloids, it was not hard to see why. Some of the actresses I have dealt with while I was out in Los Angeles, famous or not, have been major bitches. They think that because they say two lines in some low budget comedy, they are the next Barbara Streisand.

But that was what was unique about Elizabeth. Right after I took over the firm, she called me up to introduce herself and offer her condolences on my father's death. Apparently she had been extremely close to my father (In more ways than one, I'm sure). Since then, she had been just like a long time friend, not being demanding at all towards any acting or modeling work that came along. And more importantly, she always seemed like a down to Earth, normal girl and I admired her free spirit attitude. She knew that she was attractive and she knew that she was famous, but it didn't seem to phase her in any way. That made dealing with her extremely easy to deal with and on a more personal level, made me like her as not only a client but a friend.

The flight from LA to London was a long and tiring one so I slept for most of the plane ride. When we finally landed, I was amazed to see Elizabeth there waiting for me at the terminal. She was dressed down so as to appear like a normal person, wearing a beige sweater that hid her curves for the most part, and a pair of semi-baggy blue jeans. Her feet were inside a pair of ragged tennis shoes and to top it all off, she had a blue baseball cap on. Still, when I saw those soft blue eyes, I knew it was her. I got my luggage and we walked out to her car (a very nice silver BMW Z3) without incident, driving out of the airport and back to her apartment in the upper rich portion of London.

As we were approaching the gate to enter into the building, a young girl came running up, gushing about being a "huge fan and could she please have an autograph". This was one of the few times I had ever seen any of my clients handle their fans, but Elizabeth was very cool about it. She smiled and made the autograph out to the girl on a blank index card Elizabeth carried in her purse. The bitter cold London wind almost blew the card out of Elizabeth's hands, but my reflexes were too quick and I caught it as it was just about to slip away. Handing it back to her, Elizabeth smiled and said thanks.

Making our way through the gate and up the stairs to her loft, Elizabeth explained the index card.

"I adore my fans, but sometimes they are ill prepared. So I carry a stack of blank index cards in my purse just in case they don't have something they want signed," she said, unlocking the door. This was a very kind and smart idea and I was amazed that she would go to such lengths for her fans. I brought in my luggage and collapsed on the couch. Even though it was only 11 in the morning, it felt like 4 AM back on Los Angeles time. Despite the sleep I got on the plane, I was still exhausted. Laying my head back on the couch, I slowly began to drift off to sleep. Elizabeth stood over me and smiled, leaning me back on to the couch and propping my head on a pillow.

I awoke later that afternoon around 5. Sitting up, I looked around. I could hear Elizabeth doing something in the kitchen, probably fixing tea or a late afternoon snack. I stood up and stretched, straightening out my rumpled traveling clothes (a long sleeve shirt and a pair of comfortable khaki pants) and slowly looked around Elizabeth Hurley's apartment.

The living room area was quite spacious, with very high ceilings that were supported by thick wooden beams. The floor was also hard wood, covered in many places by very thick asian style rugs. The furniture was fairly sparse, although very expensive, with only a coffee table and the couch and a few floor lamps. I wondered how much of this was hers and how much was Hugh Grant's, her former long time boyfriend. Making my way into the kitchen, I could see that Liz was preparing a delicious smelling tea.

Sitting down at the table, she walked over to serve me the tea. I saw that she had showered and changed, and was now wearing only a bath robe. The robe was very elegant looking, a light pink color with white trim around the hems and cuffs.

We made chit chat over tea, talking about Hollywood and relationships and what not. I told her of my past involvement with Alyssa Milano, and like a sister, she was very sympathetic.

"Dean, Alyssa is a sweet girl. I've spoken with her at a few parties," Elizabeth said, sipping her tea. "But if you are anything like your father, it will take a special kind of woman to make you happy," she said with a smile.

After tea, we began discussing what had actually brought me across the Atlantic: work. We spent over 5 hours discussing scripts that I had brought with me. The problem wasn't finding one she liked, it was finding one she didn't like, and we both finally deciding on a comedy with a still undetermined cast. I was cleaning up my briefcase when Elizabeth got out of her chair and stood up, a smile on her face.

"Let's go dancing," she said, her beautiful face coming to life at the idea. Admittedly, I wasn't much of a dancer, but I figured what the hell. I wasn't going to pass up the chance to go watch Elizabeth get her groove on.

"Sure, sounds good. You may want to change clothes though," I said, referring to the bathrobe she was still wearing. Glancing down, she laughed and said "Oh yes. I don't think this would do at all. Give me 5 minutes to change and we can head out,"

I went to the spare bedroom I was using for my stay to change into something more club appropriate. I decided on a pair of oversized blue jeans, tennis shoes and a gray turtleneck sweater. Fixing my hair and adding a light bit of cologne, I walked back out to the living room.

Elizabeth was standing in front of a wall mirror, adjusting her earrings. She was wearing a glittering knee length red dress, slit up the sides up to her calves. The dress crisscrossed in the back with thin straps of material, and the red accented her pale white skin beautifully. Friend or not, it was tough not to realize how absolutely beautiful she was inside of that dress.

Turning around to face me, Elizabeth smiled broadly and adjusted the purse on her shoulder.

"Ready?" she asked.

I nodded, and we were out the door.

The club was located in the "hotspot" of London, which was the old warehouse district. The club we were going to, Rage, was in a converted fish processing plant. The line was around the building when we pulled up and parked, but this didn't even faze Elizabeth. Walking directly up to the bouncer, she stood on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The bouncer, an enormous black man, smiled and stepped aside, letting us in.

"Thanks Nick," I heard her say as we walked past.

Inside of Rage, the club was multi-level, with the bottom floor being the bar area and the general dance floor, a combination of hip hop and some rock music playing loudly. Following Liz, we walked up a winding flight of stairs. The second floor had more of a techno music atmosphere, with lots of people swaying and moving to music blaring out of huge ceiling and wall mounted speakers. Strobe lights illuminated everything, and through the thick fog of cigarette smoke and dry ice I could see lasers shooting by on the ceiling.

The third floor was very high up and much smaller than the previous two, but it was much more intimate. There were isolated areas for couples to go to and a private bar with three bartenders.

Elizabeth walked over to say hello to some friends, so I went to the bar and got us each a drink and found a booth to sit in. Looking around, this part of the club seemed very exclusive. There were lots of models, both male and female, and I recognized a few British celebrities all drinking and dancing and talking.

Elizabeth finally made her way back to my booth but it was only for a second, as she grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the dance floor.

The music playing was a loudly thumping beat by some techno artist, and it was great music to dance to. Elizabeth pulled me close to her and began to bump and grind her body all up and down mine. Despite not liking to dance, and not actually being very good at it, I think I kept up fairly well. I was encouraged by seeing Elizabeth's rhythm and pace pick up with me and soon the rest of the club became a blur as I found my natural groove and Elizabeth and I's bodies merged together in dance, even if it was just for one song.

Over the next few hours, I made my way around the dance floor, dancing with various models and women. All of them were exceptionally beautiful and a couple seemed to take an interest in me. But my mind was always elsewhere, watching Elizabeth dance with nearly everyone. Dancing was her natural element I could tell. Her body was so rhythmic and graceful when she was on the floor, and she looked like she couldn't be any happier than when she was dancing.

As the night wore on, I had slowly drank myself into a sizeable buzz. Looking down at my watch, I saw it was almost 3 AM. I guess I hadn't noticed that the club was starting to thin out a little. But Liz was still out there, dancing like mad. Her hairspray had long lost it's hold on her hair, and now her dark brown hair swung over her shoulder as she danced, part of it sticking to her forehead from the perspiration. As the song ended, Elizabeth's dance partner, a tall well built man with a chiseled chin, said his goodbyes and made his way down the stairs from the club. Glancing around, Elizabeth finally spied me sipping on my tenth vodka of the night in the same booth I had occupied hours earlier. I was very wasted at this point and was hoping Elizabeth was coming over to get me to leave.

"Well, that was fun but I'm exhausted. Shall we go?" Elizabeth said. I just finished my drink and smiled as we headed out.

Elizabeth drove home since I was too intoxicated to do so. At 4 AM, London is a very quiet and empty place. Getting to her apartment and going in, I almost collapsed onto the counter from having drank just one drink too many. Elizabeth luckily caught me though and sat me down into a chair by the kitchen table. The early morning light was just starting to rise over the Thames I saw when I glanced through a window in the kitchen.

"You need a shower to wake yourself up and make sure you don't get a hangover," Elizabeth said, lifting me up and helping me into the bathroom. She let go of me and began running the water into the tub to warm it up for the shower.

I was leaning up against the bathroom wall, when I realized that Elizabeth was over estimating my condition. I was groggy for sure, but I could have taken care of myself. Ulterior motive or not, Elizabeth reached down and lifted my shirt off and set it on the floor. She couldn't help but run her hands along my modest six pack abs. I was about to protest, but then she began to unbutton my jeans and slide them down. I suddenly realized that I had a fairly sizeable erection inside my boxers, right around the time she started to slide them down.

I played it off like I was too drunk to notice, but it still startled Elizabeth as she blushed slightly. Her face and beautiful lips were a mere foot from my cock and I couldn't do anything about it, for fear of blowing my innocent act.

At first Elizabeth looked away and ignored it, focusing instead on the hot water that was now steaming up the bathroom. But she couldn't resist stealing another glance, and it was this time that I decided I would take charge. Making sure I caught her eye when she looked at it again, I took her hand in mine and guided it to my rock hard cock. Elizabeth never broke eye contact with me while I did this. I almost died from pleasure when I felt her small, soft hand wrap around my shaft instinctually. Elizabeth had a sort of daze on her face during all this, but she seemed to know what she was doing.

Still holding my dick in her hand, she used her other free hand to slide down her dress. Her 36C breasts were now just inches from me, and now it was her turn to take my hand and guide it to her breasts. I wasted no time as I began to tease and knead them with my palms, pinching her nipple and pulling it out while I fondled her. Her chest was now glistening in the light of the bathroom from the moisture from the shower, and the sweat from the club.

Elizabeth's hand meanwhile was slowly wanking me off, her tempo keeping up with the rate in which I was pleasuring her. I leaned my mouth down to her left nipple and inhaled the sweet odor of her body as my tongue danced all around her erect breast. Her nipples were a medium pink shade and combined with her areolas, were fairly small on such large breasts. However, they looked totally in proportion with her body and made her look even more beautiful.

Her red sequined dress continued to slide down her body until it lay in a crumpled heap by my shirt and pants. Elizabeth was wearing a see through black lace g-string and I could see that she kept her pussy hair in a neatly trimmed triangle.

I couldn't stand the anticipation any more, so I pulled Elizabeth to me. Her hand left my dick and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders as we began a deep embrace. She grinded her pussy against my hard cock, and I could feel the wiriness of her pubes through the thin material of her underwear. The heat radiating in the room was intense, so I decided to move it to the shower. Reaching down with my thumb, I slid Elizabeth's panties off, making sure my thumb brushed against her aroused and exposed clit on the way down. She gasped softly into my ear as I did this.

Moving my hand back up, I used one hand to guide her backwards into the shower, following her right behind as I stepped in. The water was a bit of a shock as it splashed against our skin, little droplets sliding down the contours of Elizabeth's naked body. Guiding my hard shaft towards Elizabeth's hole, I pushed her back against the shower wall. She shivered slightly as her body adjusted to the cold tile, but this was just enough to make her hips thrust up ever so slightly, and allow my cock to slide into her.

She wasn't loose but she certainly wasn't tight as I sank all of my meat into her. Her pussy was certainly experienced, quivering as I pulled myself in and out of her at a slow speed. I was now pressing my entire body against her, as I slid in and out of her sweet, warm cunt. Her chest was heaving from the steam and the pleasure I was causing her. Elizabeth dismounted from me, but it was only for a brief moment. She moved her leg onto the edge of the bathtub and positioned herself spread eagle inside the shower. I tilted her head back as I began to rock in and out of her at a much faster pace, holding her head (her beautiful hair was now dripping wet and hung as one big mass down her back in between her shoulder blades) gently in my hands to keep from hurting her.

"I've wanted you ever since we first met," Elizabeth said to me as our bodies moved in unison.

"As have I," I replied, thrusting into her hard as I said this. This triggered an orgasm inside of her, as I felt her legs weaken for a moment and buckle as her body convulsed in pleasure. I used this momentary pause to reposition Liz in the shower. Now I turned her around and pressed her against the wall of the showerhead, her legs spread around the faucet. Using the weight of my body, I held her against the wall, crushing her tits against the slippery and wet tile wall. Elizabeth moaned as I once again moved my cock inside of her.

Her hips were thrusting backwards, trying to milk my prick for all it was worth. I felt like I could last forever inside of Elizabeth Hurley. The strangeness of it was that this didn't feel like just another meaningless fuck. Like my relationship with Alyssa, I felt a bond and connection with Elizabeth as I stood here making love to her while she gyrated her body all around my cock. It wasn't as deep a feeling as with Alyssa, but it was still very intense. Like a true understanding; a true friendship and love for each other.

The water from the shower turning colder shook me out of my thoughts and I realized that I should speed things up if I didn't want to lose "it" all together. I bent Elizabeth over at the waist and put her hands at the corners of the tub. Her ass was thrust out at me sexily and I stood there for a moment, rubbing my dick head against her ass and up and down her crack. Finally, I just decided to thrust into her pussy once more to savor the feeling. This caught Elizabeth off guard even though we had just been fucking, and she moaned loudly from the pleasure of feeling my 9 inch cock inside of her. I fucked her furiously as she held onto the sides of the tub. I felt my balls swelling with sperm, and I grunted loudly as I released a long series of hot streams of cum inside of Elizabeth's pussy. She cried out as well as she orgasmed from the feeling of my cum hitting her inner walls.

As my dick softened some, I pulled out of her and reached down and shut off the water. We held each other as the water dripped off. We toweled each other and kissed passionately for a few minutes more before finally calling it a night and climbing into bed, falling asleep almost instantly in each other's arms.

I awoke a few hours later in the same position I had been in when I fell into the bed with her. My cock had gotten hard during my slumber, something not surprising since I had it pressed against Elizabeth's soft belly and her warm pussy. Elizabeth was still asleep in my arms, breathing shallowly next to me. Her hair had fallen over her left eye and as she laid there sleeping peacefully, she looked like an angel.

I was about to try and get some more sleep, when Elizabeth unconciously moved in her sleep and my dick slid down so that it was a few centimeters from the head entering her. I lay there pondering if I should act on it without waking her, or just ignore it. I chose the former, and using my hand, I gently slid the head of my prick inside of Elizabeth once more. She didn't seem to notice as I worked more and more of my shaft inside of her. Her legs spread open slightly, giving me more access. Her breathing became even more shallow and I could see that my slow fucking of her must have been giving her good dreams. Working slowly so as not to wake her up at all, I began gliding in and out of her. The feeling was sheer torture as I couldn't speed up the pace no matter how badly I wanted to. I cared for Elizabeth more than that.

After this agonizing fuck session, I could feel myself building to another orgasm. Not wanting to come inside of her without her knowing, I pulled out just as quietly as I went in, and slowly jacked myself off until I came just inches from her pussy, my cum squirting out and landing in Elizabeth's belly button and some inside of her pubic hair, dripping down to the moist slit of her cunt. In her sleep, Elizabeth reached down and itched where my cum landed, which really just served the purpose of smearing it into her skin and pushing a small trickle into her pussy. Watching this happen was enough to almost get me hard again, but I decided not to push it and pulled Elizabeth closer to me as I drifted off to sleep once more.