Journal of an Agent Ch. 22

Placing the plastic marker between the frame and the door to keep it from being opened from the outside, I felt along the wall for a light switch. Flicking it, the room was filled with a harsh fluorescent glow. Jennifer stood clutching herself against the far wall of the closet, still catching her breath. The closet we were in was simply that - a closet, no more than maybe 4 feet deep and 3 feet wide. Various cleaning supplies and other odds and ends were piled on tall metal shelves that loomed over us in the room. The small room reeked heavily of sawdust, but it seemed to be the perfect place to lay low for a few minutes.

Jennifer and I didn't say a word as we stood there, listening outside. I flicked the light switch off for good measure and we listened some more. For a minute or two, I thought the coast was clear. Then however, I heard those same heavy footsteps come walking quickly down the hall, not quite running but keeping up a good jogging pace. They were matched by a second pair running a little slower than the first, but both coming from the same area, meaning they were jogging side by side.

"Are you sure they went down here Mr. Judd?" one of the voices said. The man sounded heavyset, as evident by the labored sound of his breathing as he kept up with Jennifer's very well toned husband.

"Where else could they be? They wouldn't have went far, they both know that Jennifer is on in just about 10 minutes. I know she doesn't want to disappoint everyone out there," her husband said. The voices were very close now so close that I held my breath and hoped that they wouldn't think to stop here and check the door.

At first the footsteps kept going beyond our hiding place, continuing down the hall out of earshot. Suddenly however, I heard the squeak of the shoes stopping on the cement floor. Then they began approaching us again and I knew we were fucked.

"Hey, what about in here? Is this unlocked? Could they have gotten in?" Cris said. He was just outside the door and if he tried the handle he would find us. Very, very slowly so as not to make any noise, I put both of my hands on the inner handle and held on as tight as I could, pulling back so hard that it hurt my shoulders.

The other man now stood by the door and seemed to be considering if we really could have gotten in or not.

"Well, that's just an old broom closet but I guess, yea, if you wanted to hide somewhere that would be a good place. I don't think it's unlocked though," the man said. The door handle rattled now, shaking a little as he tried the knob. I held firm, trying to mimic what a locked door would do in the complete blackness of the room.

"Nope, seems to be locked. Come on, we need to find them before this thing starts," the wheezy man said.

Jennifer's husband seemed a little more hesitant. "Are you sure they couldn't just lock it from the inside?" he said, his feet shuffling on the floor in front of the door.

"The doors inside don't have any locks on them. Fire hazard in case someone got stuck in there," the other man called, his voice distant and indicating that he had kept walking. "Now son, I know you are upset but there are plenty of other places they could be. Just come on and let's find them,"

Cris seemed to pause for a second but then I heard his footsteps slide away as he continued down the hall. I stood there in silence for another few seconds, my heart thudding loudly in my chest and sweat pouring down my face. Jennifer scared me half to death when she finally came up beside me and flicked on the light.

I jumped back, letting go of the door handle. I glanced down at my hands and saw that they were red from all the pressure I had put on them.

Jennifer stood beside me now, looking first at the door then at me, then back at the door then back at me. Her hand brushed my shoulder.

"I think we made a clean get away. You can breath now," she smiled. I let out an exhausted breath and hunched my shoulders down. Realizing now that I was half naked, I spied a pair of old work pants lying on one of the shelves and reached for it. Jennifer however blocked the way.

"Not just yet," she said. "That was probably the most erotic experience of my life. If you don't fuck me right now and right here in this dirty, smelly little room I think I'm going to die,"

Untying her robe, Jennifer let the whole thing fall to the floor as she stood in front of me, naked. Her hips were wider than they appeared in photo shoots and movies and her ass was indeed as full as they made it out to be. The hairs of her pussy were jet black, the color of her hair, and glistened like black sand mixed with her wetness. Jennifer did an un-requested little twirl, letting me see the fullness of her body for the first time as she walked closer.

"Jennifer, we can't! This is what got us here in the first place. Plus, you're going on in MMMPPPHH!" I started to say before she covered my mouth with her hand.

"Just shut the fuck up for once Dean, and quit making excuses. If you fuck like you talk then I promise this won't happen again - I'll be too sore to keep up with you!" Jennifer said a little demandingly, with still a hint of sultry seduction in her voice. Shooting her hand down suddenly, she grasped my cock between her fingers and began to jack me off again, getting me to full size.

When she was content with the girth growing between my legs, Jennifer wasted no time getting started. Wrapping her left leg around me, I felt the tip of my dick sink instantly into her pussy, which was wet and inviting and felt oh so good.

Jennifer put her arms on the top of my shoulders and climbed on top of me, wrapping her other leg around my waist as she reared back on my dick and then thrust herself harder onto me. I held her now in my arms, supporting her off the ground my grabbing and squeezing her tender ass in my palms, the thickness of it an incredible turn on. Jennifer rode me like a rocking horse, moving up and down on my dick as she rode me in mid air. For my part, I was trying to thrust into her as hard as I could when she was on the down stroke, my complete manhood disappearing into the sticky sweetness of her pussy.

Jennifer's cunt was quite loose, but still managed to stretch all around me to give me a feeling of tight comfort. I was beginning to wonder if this woman was not put on Earth just to be a perfect lover - her body seemed so attuned to what every man desired and wanted that it was almost supernatural.

I began to feel Jennifer slipping from my arms, so I pushed her hard against one of the metal shelves. It rattled a bit as I held her in place, her legs swaying beside her like a stuck insect, my cock sliding in and out of her hole and Jennifer bit hard on her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Her breasts bounced against my chest and I couldn't help the urge to reach down and give her nipple a quick little pleasure bite, the animal instincts of this fuck over powering my senses. Jennifer moaned in a little bit of pain but mostly ecstasy as I nipped at her causing her to give her own little love bite on my shoulder.

We had been going at it for almost five minutes but the complete adrenaline rush of the run and the thrill of getting caught AND Jennifer's exotic body was too much. I slammed into Jennifer harder, causing her to orgasm on her own right as her juice dripped down my legs, and then unleashed my own seed deep inside of her sweet and waiting pussy.

I held Jennifer there in place for a moment as we both caught our breath and untangled each other before she stepped down to the floor. I glanced at my watch.

"You know Jennifer, since we aren't worrying about time, and you aren't dressed yet..." I said a little mischievously. "There's something else I'd like to try."

"Let me guess. The ass," Jennifer said bluntly a look of mixed enthusiasm on her face.

"If you don't mind of course," I said politely with a smile, bowing a little.

"Always with the ass," Jennifer muttered under her breath. "Ok, but you have to do it the way I like it. I promise you you'll enjoy it too," she said.

"Alright, lead the way," I said, moving behind her. She walked to the other shelf (the one we had been using looked a little crooked and lopsided from the rattling we gave it) and spread her legs wide, placing her arms high above her as she held tightly to the metal supports. "First, you have to get me lubed up. Eat me out, that seems to be the best way to do it," she said.

I obliged and got on my knees, pulling Jennifer's cheeks apart with one hand as I nestled my face inside and licked her asshole around, spitting and getting it as wet as I could. I've never enjoyed licking a woman's asshole, but Jennifer's wasn't too bad - besides, the reward was worth the cost. Using my other hand, I began to jack my cock back to hardness (normally I can keep it up for a while but the cold air of the concert hall put a damper on it pretty quickly).

"Unnngghhh....good. Damn Dean, you know how to eat ass, that's for sure," Jennifer whispered. I slid my tongue slowly from her ass, satisfied with the job I had done and gave her pussy a lick for good measure.

"Now it's my turn to make sure all your equipment, ahem, check's out," Jennifer said. She dropped to her knees and sucked my cock quickly, making sure to get it nice and wet since we had no lube to keep everything slick. She returned to her original position a moment later.

"Ok, ready," she said. I pried her ass cheeks open with my hand and put the head of my dick in between her ass, pushing the tip slowly into her opening. Jennifer's body relaxed a little as I passed into her sphincter and in no time I was inside of her ass completely.

It's tough to describe the feeling of it, the thickness and girth of her larger but incredibly sexy ass holding my dick inside of her body as I fucked in and out. The tightness of it was the thing I will remember the most, the way that Jennifer worked her anal muscles to squeeze and milk my cock as much as she could. With an ass like hers, I knew Jennifer was enjoying the sensation as well - it was certainly different than regular intercourse, but different in a good way. Just to make sure she wasn't short changed an orgasm, I slid two of my fingers into her still wet cunt and teased her clit a little.

Jennifer had hunched her back over a little and was thrusting her ass harder and harder against me as I worked in and out of her, my balls slapping against the folds of her pussy, the louder sound of the shaking metal rack filling the room.

I felt Jennifer's body tense up, her muscles squeezing so tightly that it almost hurt my dick as she came again for the second time all over my hand, her wet juices dribbling down my fingers and onto my wrist.

I continued to fuck her ass hard, pressing her flat against the shelf with each thrust. I was a machine almost now, rhythmically moving in and out without any sort of hesitation. The feeling was again something so incredible and tight that it defies description. I wanted it to last forever but knew that at that moment, as I felt that familiar wave of pleasure before an orgasm, that I was about to shoot a massive amount of cum into Jennifer's ass.

And I did - the orgasm was so intense that I couldn't even continue bucking into her, I had to just hold her steady by the hips as my dick shot wad after wad inside of her anal cavity, lining her insides with my sticky cum. I must have held her in that position for close to a minute, my orgasm still continuing all that that time until my prick finally began to soften and I pulled out from her ass.

We stood there in silence for a moment, both either naked or half naked and covered in sweat. I bent down and handed Jennifer her robe as I stepped into the oversized and baggy janitor pants, the elastic waistband painfully too small for my waist.

"NOW I think that we should get going," I said to her.

"Yeah, I think so. Showtime in two minutes," Jennifer said, straightening her hair. "I think it might be a good idea if you just left here all together tonight,"

"I was thinking the same thing. What about your husband?" I asked. "Is he going to come after me again?"

"Cris? No, this thing has happened before. Unfortunately he won't admit that he is a bit of a cuckold. But when we are alone, he enjoys it. Says it gets him off to see me with other men. Whatever - it works out for him and works out for me too," Jennifer said, looking into a dirty and cracked mirror on the wall by the door and making herself as presentable as possible.

"Whatever you say. I have security watching my house and office so if he tries anything then I will know about it. But if you have him in check then I won't worry. What about the show tonight though? You want me to tell them anything before I leave?" I asked, drying my hair of sweat with a towel that smelled like bleach.

"No, I can work it out. I only need about ten minutes to get changed and fix my hair. I can do the first few songs without any makeup and then have the wardrobe people apply it in shifts between costume changes," Jennifer said, finally looking at me. "Besides, if they complain - I'm a diva, I work on my own schedule," she smiled.

I chuckled at this. "That's true, although I'll admit it vehemently in the press," I laughed. "Ok, who is going to go out first?" I asked, clearing my throat and acting serious again.

"Better let me. I can get back to the dressing room pretty quickly from here. You better go the opposite way as me, find a side entrance out," Jennifer said, opening the door a crack. "Bye. Wish me luck," she said, blowing me a kiss as she slid outside completely and shut the door.

I counted to thirty and then opened the door myself, glancing down both sides of the hall and heading out the way I saw Jennifer's husband go. I hoped he wasn't down that way, and figured he wasn't because the show was about to start and he knew that the one place his wife would want to be was up on center stage. The hallway was deserted and I made a clean escape by walking out a side stairwell that led up to the stadium level of the auditorium and out into the parking lot.

The parking lot was deserted, except for a few latecomers to the show and a group of kids standing around a van in the far corner of the lot, smoking something I didn't think was cigarettes. I glanced around looking for my car in the VIP section and found it, unlocking the doors remotely as I neared it.

It was then that I noticed a girl step out from behind a street light and begin to walk towards me. When I first spotted her, my mind panicked a little, thinking it was Julie my ex-psychotic assistant. But this girl was smaller than Julie and much more timid. She looked unsure of herself as she approached me. Something about her struck me as familiar though.

"Are you Dean Simonds?" she said quietly. I stood in front of the drivers door of my car, my finger set to trigger the car alarm if she tried anything bizarre. The girl looked to be my age, her dirty blond hair slung to the side over her shoulder.

"Yes, I am. Can I help you miss?" I asked, still hesitant about her as she walked closer to me. A quick scan around the lot let me see that no one was there to see whatever was about to happen.

"Well, you see, I was wondering if...that is, I have to tell you that...what I'm trying to say is.." the girl stuttered and stammered over her words, unsure what it was she wanted to say.

"Yes? If you're just begging for money than all I have is a hundred and I'm afraid that I can't let you have that..." I started to say before she cut me off.

"I'm your sister."

TO BE CONTINUED...

CHAPTER 23 - SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR

(Plus - Dean's past changes in ways he couldn't imagine)