Journal of an Agent Ch. 27

"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.