Journal of an Agent Ch. 27

"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,"