0 comments/ 30808 views/ 4 favorites JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 01 By: rulehater This story is a spin off of the successful and wildly popular “Journal of an Agent” by Carnage Jackson. At the end of Carnage’s story, the main character, Dean Simonds, faces a major dilemma, where he has to choose between staying in Hollywood with Alyssa Milano, or heading back east with Natalie Portman. Please note that this might not necessarily have been the ending Carnage had in mind, but is my own interpretation. I hope you all like this series, and all feedback is welcome at rulehater@yahoo.com. To the readers of my other series, “Dangerously in Love”, I have no intention of ending that series anytime soon. I would like to thank Carnage Jackson for not only letting me use his characters and set-up, but for his constructive suggestions and criticism. If you are under 18, please refrain from reading this. To the rest of you, note that this story is completely fictional, and all similarities to real life people and occurrences are strictly coincidental. JOA: DAMON’S CHRONICLES 1 – Natalie Portman My name is Damon Brill, and this is my diary. I'm currently 28 years old, and the manager of Shooting Stars Talent Agency, arguably the largest and most influential agency in all of Hollywood. First of all, I must admit that this feels a little bit weird for me, as this is the first time I've ever tried to keep a journal. Maybe because Mama always gave me the impression that people who did such things were wussies, or maybe it's just because I grew up in such a large household, and never had the privacy to even dream of keeping something so secret, but here I am now, writing my first ever entries in a journal. Before I go into why I am keeping this diary, I think it is essential for you, the reader, to learn a few things about me. As I have said, my name is Damon Brill, and this past year has been an incredible roller coaster ride, culminating in my succeeding my former boss, Dean Simonds, as the head of this agency. I grew up in one of the toughest "hoods" in the country, the Marcy Projects in Brooklyn, New York. I was the third child of a single mom, and I had two other siblings after me. I was actually the only boy, and had four loving sisters. Needless to say, growing up where I did, I have witnessed virtually every atrocity known to man. Drug dealers, hustlers, murderers, these were the people I grew up around, and the life I would have been destined to, had Mama not instilled fear in me and tried to raise me as far away from all those things. I got into my fair share of trouble as a kid, did a little bit of hustling here and there, without Mama's knowledge of course, but generally, I was able to steer clear of trouble and stay focused and determined. I managed to maintain good grades throughout high school, except maybe during my junior year when I decided I wanted to drop out and become a rapper. I played truant for all of two weeks and hung out in the streets rapping and freestyling, before Mama found out and gave me the biggest ass whooping ever. I graduated in 1992, and was offered several football scholarships all around the country. I decided to go to the University of Southern California for some reason. I had always been fascinated by California all my life even though I had yet to visit it. As a kid, I had loved Hollywood movies and the entire scene, and I knew I belonged there. Mama not only thought it was a great idea, but decided to relocate the entire family to California as well. College was great in so many ways. Since I was a football player, I was essentially able to live the life most only dream of, and partied, drank, and had so many girls at my disposal. I also managed to maintain incredibly high grades, which turned out to be to my benefit, because after a severe injury on the football field in my third year, I was told I could not play football again for the rest of my life. It was a hard blow to take, as I had always dreamed of following in the likes of such fellow USC alumni as O.J. Simpson and being presented the Heisman trophy, and probably ending up at my favorite team, the Raiders, but that had gone down the drain. Luckily, because I had excelled academically as well, the school decided not to withdraw my scholarship, and I was able to graduate with a 3.89 GPA. I enrolled in the business school, and graduated in a few years with the credentials to be employed at any top firm in the country. However, I was still fixated on one of my childhood dreams: I wanted to conquer Hollywood. I knew I was no actor, and apart from my brief dreams of rap stardom in high school, I had never aspired to be in showbiz. However, I knew I belonged there, among the rich and world-famous actors and actresses, and being the determined person I was, I decided to follow my dream. Most of my friends and family thought I was nuts when I decided I would apply at a Hollywood agency and try and claw my way up from the bottom. Needless to say, I was the pride and joy of so many people who knew me. I had overcome adversity and made something of myself, when several of the people I grew up around were either in jail or shot. My elder sisters tried to talk sense into me, as they thought I was merely suffering from fandom and adoration of the stars, but I knew it was more than that. Thankfully, Mama had my back, and encouraged me to go for what I wanted. The first agency I interviewed for was Shooting Star, and as soon as I walked into the room and saw Dean Simonds, I felt a connection, as though we were kindred spirits. Dean was clearly impressed with what he saw, as it is not everyday that a graduate of one of the top business schools in the country applies to be the dude who fetches you bagels and coffee. He hired me on the spot, and I became the personal assistant to one of the most important men in Hollywood. I learned a lot from Dean. He was a man after my own heart, and we were able to strike a deep friendship. We trusted each other, and he confided in me as he lost faith in what he was doing. I guess I began to see that he would want to leave it all so soon. It was actually very easy to despise Dean, a rich white boy who inherited all this from his father. But there was something sincere about him, he was neither stuck up nor vain, just another Regular Joe stuck in a fish-out-of-water situation. I watched him make the same rookie mistakes over and over again. His weakness for pussy almost cost him his life several times, but he never learned. It was actually his weakness for pussy that got me the job in the first place; his former assistant had been a basket case, and when Dean started sleeping with her and ended up dumping her, she went nuts and tried to kill him. Less than a year after I started working at Shooting Star, Dean told me he was going to leave. I did not blame him though, he had just suffered several attempts on his life by his psycho half-brother, but I knew he needed to stay. I tried to throw him a party (and boy, was that a party) to change his mind, but that Star Wars chick had showed up, and Dean decided once and for all he was through with the Hollywood scene. Dean had headed back east to live with Natalie Portman, and it was a really big loss for Shooting Star, as Dean had been a very effective manager. I also felt like I had lost one of the first real friends I ever had. I was never really one to have too many tight friends while growing up, and Dean was one of the first truly good people whom I could trust. On the flip side, Dean had left the agency in my charge, and believe it or not, from a poor boy from Brooklyn, I had become the head of the most powerful agency in Hollywood, directly in control of the careers of several Academy Award winning actors and directors, with many clients earning eight figure sums per movie. Dean had given me a tiny piece of advice before he left. His father had founded this agency from scratch, and attributed his success to his meticulous use of a journal. He had recorded his experiences and exploits (of which there were countless) on paper, and Dean had followed in the tradition, keeping a journal I believe you might have been lucky enough to read. Who was I to defy tradition? So, here I am, writing in this journal, and about to begin the biggest journey of my life. The night before Dean left, he had invited me to dinner at his home with Natalie. He really wanted me to get to know her since, to be honest, up until that night, I did not like Natalie much. She had betrayed Dean's trust in the past, which had almost led to the loss of his life, and this had hurt Dean more than anything, since I knew how much he loved her. Then she had showed up out of the blue and declared that she loved him, and to my chagrin, Dean had fallen for it, totally forgotten everything she did in the past, and was leaving everything behind all for her. Yeah, who cared that she was a straight A student from one of the best colleges in the country, as well as one of the most talented young actresses in Hollywood? Who cared that she was strikingly gorgeous, or that she was a star of one of the biggest trilogies of our generation? For all I cared, she was a lying, two-timing skank, and was about to steal my best friend away from me. Wow, I actually called Dean my best friend, well yeah, I suppose he was. Dean knew how I felt about Natalie, and he had been trying to persuade me that I could not be any more wrong, so he dragged me to the dinner, which Natalie was supposedly preparing. I did not want to go, but I guessed I owed it to Dean. He was virtually handing me the biggest agency in Hollywood, plus I was flattered that he wanted to spend his last night in California with me, as opposed to some big red carpet function. So I accepted the invitation, and was there promptly at 9 p.m. with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I stubbornly refused to dress formally for the dinner, I was not going to wear a suit just to eat something Natalie prepared, which, my thoughts continued to tell me, could possibly be poisoned. So I had worn a casual Phat Farm T-shirt and baggy jeans, as well as a pair of Reebok sneakers, and to further antagonize my hosts, decided to put on a doo-rag as well. I would not have looked out of place in a hip-hop video, and hopefully, Natalie would be pissed as hell. I rang on the doorbell to Dean's mansion, and he came to open it a few moments later, looking rather smooth in a wine-colored long-sleeve designer shirt, and a pair of black slacks. I had always admired Dean's fashion sense. If he were not one of the most notorious skirt-chasers in Hollywood, several people would have thought he was gay, as he always paid so much attention to such trivial aspects of fashion. I am somebody who couldn't care less about clothes, and more often that not, end up making colossal fashion mistakes. I made a mental note to hire a fashion consultant as I shook hands with Dean, and as we did the hip-hop style half-hug, which I had taught him, he eyed me up and down "Damon, how many times do I have to tell you that you dress formally for dinners?" he jokingly questioned "Dude, why do I have to wear a suit just to come and eat your food?” I joked back. As we chuckled, Natalie appeared at the doorway. She was also dressed quite casually, in a white long-sleeved top and a long floral skirt. There was something inexplicably radiant about her, and she looked so beautiful, even though she wasn't trying. I reminded myself that I was supposed to hate her, even though it was extremely hard to do so when she had that smile on her face. "Hi Damon", she gushed, "thank you so much for coming, I'm really grateful" "The pleasure is all mine" I said coolly as she hugged me. I hugged her back perfunctorily, and as I did so, noticed the lovely smell emanating from her. She smelt so heavenly, and for a few moments, basked in the glorious scent until I noticed I had held on too tight and for too long. "Hey dude, leave my girl alone", Dean joked "Oh yeah", I said absent-mindedly as I released her, inwardly cursing myself in the process. I tried to remember why I disliked her as we walked to the living room. "Thanks for the wine", she said as I handed it to her, "I'll go put it on ice". She went on to the kitchen, evidently to finish preparing dinner, while Dean and I sat in the living room and chatted "So congratulations man, I hope you two are happy", I said "Thanks a lot" he replied, his joy obviously letting him ignore the sarcasm in my voice, "Natalie's a wonderful girl, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her". He noticed that I looked less than pleased, but he chose not to say anything. I was still nonplussed as to why he was throwing everything away for a girl who had fucked his half-brother and helped in plotting his downfall. We spent a few moments in silence before he talked "Dude, what's your problem with Natalie, man", he asked earnestly "I have no idea what you are talking about", I lied, beginning to feel uncomfortable "Why do I get the sense that you are less than happy for me?", he inquired piercingly "I'm sorry", I admitted, deciding it was no point hiding my true feelings on the matter, "maybe it is because I have never been in love before, but I find it extremely hard to understand why you would leave your entire world behind on a whim and decide to settle with a girl you can hardly trust" "She made a mistake", Dean cried, his voice dramatically rising. "A mistake?", I asked, "Going a few miles over the speed limit, that's a mistake. Slipping on your taxes, that's a mistake. Screwing your half brother and plotting to kill you, I beg to differ if you think that is merely a mistake" "She does not pretend as if she did not do something horrible", claimed Dean, "she is sincerely sorry, it was a lapse in judgement, and believe me, Damon, this girl truly loves me. And I love her too. I have all the money I possibly ever need for three generations, and I have slept with more women than J. Lo has been engaged. This is the first time I am feeling this way. Can't you at least pretend to be happy for me?" "I'm sorry man", I said, feeling extremely guilty, "I'm really happy that you are happy, and as your friend, I only want what's best for you. I won't pretend to like Natalie any more, but I believe the least I can do is be happy for my buddy. I love you, man" "I love you too dude", said Dean, as we hugged. "So have a great time on the East Coast, and hopefully we should see little Deans running around the place in no time", I joked "No, at least not until Natalie's done with school, and at least until the media hoopla has died down after Episode III", said Dean "Good enough", I said "So how does it feel being the new head of Shooting Star", Dean asked "It feels fucking great, man", I admitted, "Everybody's been kissing my ass all of a sudden, and all these actresses want to fuck" "Enjoy it man", said Dean, "just steer clear of the mistakes I made" "That won't be a problem", I teased "So any new developments at the firm?" Dean asked "I completed the deal with Colin Farrell today", I said, "that guy is going to be huge next year, and it will be nice having him on the roster" "Good job", commended Dean, "anything else?" "Hey, you're not my boss anymore", I protested, "you don't have to be abreast of every move I make" "My bad', said Dean as we laughed. At that point, Natalie reappeared in the room. If I thought she looked beautiful before, she looked simply mesmerizing this time around. She had changed her attire, and was simply dressed in a long red dress. My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. Perhaps Dean wasn't so dumb after all for wanting to elope with this broad. "Dinner's served", she said sweetly "Since when did you become the maid?", joked Dean as he stood up and took her in his arms "Hey, you weren't complaining when I wore the French maid costume yesterday", she teased "Hey guys, I'm still here", I said, feigning an uncomfortable tone "Oh sorry poor dear" said Natalie as she inexplicable gave me a peck on the cheek. Her soft lips gently brushed against my skin, and I felt myself becoming aroused. I quickly overcame myself. She was in love with my friend, besides I did not even like her. Why was I reacting like this? We settled on the table, and Natalie said a prayer before we began to eat. I had to admit that the food was simply delicious, and all thoughts of food poisoning were far away from my head as I reveled in the sumptuous meal. Was there anything this girl could not do? We were quite quiet as we ate, and I found myself glancing across at her several times. She must have noticed, as our eyes kept meeting each other, and I kept squirming in my seat. "Natalie, this food is simply awesome", I said, breaking the silence "Now you know why I want to run off with her", said Dean as we all broke into laughter. Even the way Natalie laughed as sexy. God was I tripping, why was I acting like this? The meal was over, and we ended up back at the living room, all three of us drinking the wine I had brought and talking. We discussed several things, ranging from the current happenings in Hollywood to the global political situation. Natalie was surprisingly bright and articulate, and I felt more and more drawn to her. At this point, I had totally forgotten that I was supposed to hate her, and admitted to myself that I was infatuated with her. Great, I told myself, the one woman that not only can I not have, but I'm also not even supposed to like, and I'm getting attracted to her. All of a sudden, I heard my cell phone beep. Natalie giggled, possibly because it was beeping the Star Wars theme. I've never really been a Star Wars fan, but I never bothered to change the ring tone since I bought the phone. I picked up the phone and answered, and a female voice came rambling "Hello Damon", came the voice of Drew Barrymore, "I'm in trouble, I wanted to call Dean, but I figured he would not want to be disturbed on his last night, but since you are my agent now, I guessed you are the one to call" "What's the problem, Drew?" "My car got stolen, and I need a ride, could you come pick me?” she asked "Sure, no problem", I answered, "just give me the location". She went ahead and did so, and I noted it down mentally, before hanging up. "Sorry guys", I said, "But I'm going to have to call it an early night" "Why?" asked Dean, looking displeased, "some girlfriend is calling?" "Actually it's business, Drew Barrymore's ride got stolen and she needs to be picked up", I said "Why can't she just take a taxi?” asked Dean "Maybe she doesn't have enough cash, plus she needs everything to be sorted out with the police and insurance and stuff", I explained "Well, you've got to do what you've got to do", said Dean resignedly, "business is business" "Wait, I have an idea", said Natalie, her face brightening considerably, "why doesn't Dean go?" "And why would he do that?" I asked "It's not such a bad idea" said Dean, "it's my last night so I might as well rescue the damsel in distress, plus it will give you a chance to get better acquainted with Natalie. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as I did not think I wanted to be alone with Natalie, but I knew that there was little I could do to dissuade Dean. He immediately stood up, and after briefly kissing Natalie and fetching his wallet, he was out of the door. Natalie smiled at me "So, I guess its just me and you then", she said with a devilish grin "Yeah I guess", I said sheepishly "So, tell me Damon", she said as she came to sit frighteningly close to me. "What is your problem with me?" "I beg your pardon", I asked "Look, I don't need an expert to tell me that you don't like me, and I won't even pretend not to know why. I just want you to know that he is in good hands" JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 01 "I don't hate you, I'm just worried about Dean. He's a good dude, and he was so damaged the last time you hurt him. I can't bear to see him like that again", I said "He's in good hands", she said, "I love Dean" "Well, you had better, if you do anything to him..." "Damon", she interrupted, "I know exactly how you feel. I take psychology classes at Harvard, and I can tell exactly how you feel. You don't want to lose him" "What do you mean?" "You were so mad at me after I did what I did, and you are angry that despite that, he has chosen me over you" she said "I don't..." I began to protest "I know you don't like him like that, come on, I would never think that. But I also happen to know that he is the first real friend you have ever had, and the fact that he is willing to just up and leave for someone who betrayed him makes you feel betrayed yourself", she said wisely. "Oh my God, you're amazing", I said, shocked at the way she succinctly presented everything I had been feeling so accurately. "I know you think I am. I also happen to know that you are wildly attracted to me, and you have bee struggling with that all night, not just because you think you hate me, but also because you don't want to betray Dean", she continued "I'm...I mean...you don't...I'm not...", I stammered, gazing at her in awe "It's OK, I'm attracted to you too, but you're right, we cannot betray Dean, can we?" There were a few moments of odd silence as our eyes locked, neither of us even making an attempt to take our eyes away. I don't know who made the first move, and probably never will. For all I know, it could have been a simultaneous thing, but we were all over each other. Natalie was in my arms, and I was passionately kissing her. Her arms were wrapped around my back, and I was lost in the passion of the moment. Her lips felt so soft and wonderful against mine, and her mouth parted, causing my tongue to gently make it's way inside. She massaged my tongue with hers, and she tasted simply wonderful. Her soft hands made their way around my body, making their way to my head and knocking off the doo-rag that I was wearing, and caressing my baldness. My hands reached for her chest, and I began to mildly squeeze her breasts through the fabric of her dress. She breathed really loud and continued to kiss me with pent-up passion. I dismissed thoughts of a furious Dean walking in on us, as my right hand made it's way down to her leg and began to hike up her dress. I caressed my way up to her warm thighs, and she had already begun to take off my shirt. I lifted my arms to make room for the T-shirt to come up, and she began to run her mouth all over my toned muscles, from time to time, licking against my chest and causing me to go into spasms of pleasure. I undid the zipper of her dress from behind, and gently slipped the dress off her shoulder, before going to work on her bra hook. She made her way out of her clothes, and threw my shirt down to join the crumpled heap of clothes on the floor. I took a moment to stare at her beautiful breasts. They were so perfect, everything was so perfect about this epitome of beauty. I brought my face down and began to suck on her hardened breasts. She held on to my face and whispered my name as I sucked away, teasing her nipples, causing her to cry out in joy. She then undid the button of my jeans and pulled down the zipper, causing my manhood to spring out, joyful to be liberated from its shackles. She pulled down the jeans with relative ease, and grasped my cock. She gently squeezed and released it, and I leant back and moaned. She then took it into her mouth and began to suck. I did not expect that she would have much experience in the area of blow jobs, but whether or not she did, it did not seem to matter, because some people are born with innate blow job expertise, and she seemed to be one of those people. There was no contact whatsoever of my dick with her teeth, and her mouth was so extraordinarily warm. She continued to suck away, stroking my cock with her tongue whenever necessary. After a while, she removed her mouth and pushed my back against the chair. Sitting back and gazing at her naked body in adoration, this paragon of virtue knelt over me on the chair, and firmly lowered herself into me, my dick making its way into her tight cunt. Even I had heard the urban legend of Damon's extremely large dick, and I was scared that my more modest phallus (which was in its finest hour, is about seven and a half inches in length) might not be enough for her, but it seemed to fill her well enough. She began to moan as she rode me, and I bucked up and down, as our bodies moved in unison, dancing the age-old sexual rhythm. "Oh yes Damon, you feel so good inside me", she whispered "Oh Natalie", I cried, "you are so beautiful, you are so fucking beautiful". Her beautiful breasts were right in front of my face, and I took them into my mouth one after the other, while she held on to my face, with a look of undeniable joy on her face. We continued this for about a minute, when we both decided to change positions. This time around, she was the one sitting on the couch with her legs spread open, while I lay in between her legs, kissing her while I pounded away "Oh my God, Damon, I'm about to come" she cried "Oh yes, me too Natalie, me too" I moaned in ecstasy "Then let's do it together", she yelled Our eyes locked, we both contorted our faces in pleasure and cried each other's names as we reached the zenith of our sexual pleasure. I lay on top of her for a few more moments, briefly kissing her before I got up, and we silently put on our clothes. We only seemed to realize the ramifications of what we had done after our clothes were back on. This was probably the most intense and passionate sexual experience of my life despite its brevity, and I felt so guilty it was with the fiancée of my best friend. I did not think Dean would find out, but at this point, I felt so guilty for having to betray him. By then, of course, any feelings of animosity I might have felt towards Natalie were long gone, and replaced with unprecedented feelings of affection. I could not deny that she and Dean were perfect for each other, and would make each other happy, but a small part of me began to wish she were mine instead. We did not even talk about the event that had just happened, instead, making small chitchat until Dean returned. He did not suspect a thing, and probably even thought that the miscommunication between us meant that we had not gotten along fine during our time together. He did not press the issue however, and the three of us talked a bit more before it was time for me to depart, and leave the two lovebirds alone. Dean and Natalie went away as scheduled the next day, and as far as I know, they are still happy and together. I still talk to Dean every now and then, although not as much as we should. I figured it was his way of leaving his old life behind, and settling into a new pattern with Natalie. I still feel a void within me whenever I think of the both of them. Like I said earlier, if Dean weren't such a good guy, it would be so easy to despise him, since he seems to have everything going for him. As for Natalie, we never talked about the incident, which was why a few weeks later, I was surprised to receive a letter from her in the mail. It read Dear Damon, Dean and I have settled down fine here. School starts in a few days, and we will be living in a nearby apartment from my school. I know we have not addressed what went on between us, and I think we are both better served to keep it so. While I will not deny that it was an intense and passionate moment that I will never forget, I am in love with Dean, and will be with him till the day I die. Normally, I would have said something to the effect that we could have had something great if Dean were not in the picture, but I know that Dean and I were meant to be together, and I cannot imagine my life without him in it. Good luck with running your firm, and I hope you find a lovely and deserving girl to settle down with. Be a good boy, and stay in touch. Your friend, Natalie I keep that letter safe and sound in a shoebox underneath my bed, and I know that if I live to be a hundred, I will never forget the brief moment of passion I shared with the amazing and wonderful girl known as Natalie Portman. JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 02 This story is a spin off of the successful and wildly popular “Journal of an Agent” by Carnage Jackson. At the end of Carnage’s story, the main character, Dean Simonds, faces a major dilemma, where he has to choose between staying in Hollywood with Alyssa Milano, or heading back east with Natalie Portman. Please note that this might not necessarily have been the ending Carnage had in mind, but is my own interpretation. I hope you all like this series, and all feedback is welcome at the link below. To the readers of my other series, “Dangerously in Love”, I have no intention of ending that series anytime soon. I would like to thank Carnage Jackson for not only letting me use his characters and set-up, but for his constructive suggestions and criticism. If you are under 18, please refrain from reading this. To the rest of you, note that this story is completely fictional, and all similarities to real life people and occurrences are strictly coincidental. JOA: DAMON’S CHRONICLES 2 – Halle Berry "I'm leaving Eric for you", Halle declared, taking her head away from my crotch, where she was busy giving me the best fellatio known to mankind, and looking at me "You can't do that, it's nuts", I yelled, my mind totally departing from the pleasure I had been receiving merely moments earlier "I can't stand his cheating and philandering one moment longer", she said "Earth to Halle", I joked, "you are not exactly being the faithful wife here" "And that is because he has driven me into the arms of another man", she said, reaching up to kiss me. We kissed for a few seconds before I broke away. "Listen to me Halle," I said seriously, "you cannot leave him, especially for me, it will be a scandal" "But I don't want to be in a loveless marriage anymore", she said, pouting "I understand, but this is the wrong time to get a divorce, now that you are the hottest thing in Hollywood", I reasoned "It worked for Nicole Kidman, didn't it?" she said "That was different, it was Tom who left her. Besides, I think Dean did a wonderful job in publicizing your husband's philandering. It made the whole of Hollywood pity you, and did wonders for your career", I said "Do you know you are so attractive when you talk like Mr. Hollywood Big-Shot?” she said sweetly, "I so want to jump your bones right now" "You are so insatiable", I teased, "we've made love all night" I was in bed with Oscar winner and Hollywood hottie Halle Berry. We had been having an affair for almost a year now, thanks to Dean's initiative. She had firmly been in the driver's seat of the relationship in the beginning, and I did not mind so much. I mean, how many assistants in Hollywood could boast that they were boning Halle Berry? However, I had recently taken over the reins of the Shooting Star Talent Agency, and she became my client. It still felt weird being the one in charge and giving her instructions, but it had not done any harm in our sex life as far as I could see. I'll never forget the day Halle and I made love for the first time. Like every red blooded heterosexual man in America, I had had a huge crush on Halle for what seemed like eternity. For about a decade, I had watched as she dazzled on screen in every appearance, and glowed on the red carpet every single time. Her exquisite sense of style, her immaculate natural beauty, and her gorgeous shape had made her the object of my fantasies for so long. I had been having the worst day ever when my fortunes immediately turned with the entrance of Halle into the agency doors. I instantly forgot that Mama was sick in the hospital and I was struggling to afford the bills, or that my girlfriend was breaking up with me, as I saw her, in her ever radiant beauty, walk in. She was dressed in a tight pink top, accentuating her wonderful breasts, which I had been lucky enough to recently view in their full glory in the movie "Swordfish", as well as a pair of low-cut jeans, and looking simply dazzling. I managed to maintain composure as I directed her towards Dean's office, while I sat at my desk, listening in to their conversation. They seemed to be having some argument or disagreement of sorts, so I decided to ignore it and get back to my work. I was sorting through one of John Travolta's files when I heard a beautiful voice next to me "How are you doing cutie?" I looked away from my desk, and there she was, with a million-dollar smile on her face. "Not bad", I said, trying to hide my glee, "you know, swamped with work and all" "You sure look like you know how to work it", she said slyly "I beg your pardon", I said, as I looked up at her. Could Halle Berry possibly be hitting on me? "Well, let me give you my card", she said as she slipped her card to me, "let's see what we can work". "For real?", I asked, wondering is this was some practical joke that Dean had put her up to. "For real", she confirmed, "I'm gonna rock your world". And with that, she walked out of the room, her body swaying with each step, causing her cute ass to wiggle. I was almost in heaven. The most desirable woman in the world had just hit on me, and I knew I could not focus on work again. I had to get a way to wrangle out of the office. Hopefully, Dean would be understanding and let me have a few hours off. What happened within the next few hours are still a blur to me. I vaguely recall mumbling through an excuse to my boss, and him allowing me to go, obviously knowing what lay in store for me. I called Halle, and we arranged a rendezvous on the beach. We sat, casually discussing a lot of things. Despite all the rumors of bitchy behavior, she seemed really friendly and down-to-earth. It turned out the aggressive sexuality she had flaunted at the office was just an act to tease me. She really was shy and demure, and we had a nice conversation. I was totally tempted to jump her bones right, but did not know if she would slap me off. She was, after all, married "So how's your husband?" I asked, hoping to hear a negative response My wishes were granted when she solemnly responded, "Why did you have to mention that bastard?" "Is everything going OK?", I asked "The bastard can't keep his dick in his pants. Running around and screwing everything that moves", she said bitterly, surprising me with her vulgarity Like everyone else, I had heard rumors of Eric Benet's infidelity, and wondered how true it was. I asked the question that had been on my mind, and no doubt several others, since I heard that her husband had as much as glanced at another woman "Why would anyone cheat on Halle Berry?", I questioned without realizing I had said it out loud. "You are so sweet", she smiled, "I really don't understand" "Pardon my asking, but how are things between you two in the bedroom?", I inquired "I fuck his brains out anytime he asks for it, but it evidently isn't enough", she said, "I guess the moron is just addicted to sex" "I'm really sorry", I offered "That's OK, I'm used to it, so let's talk about you. Tell me about yourself", she said, brightening up "Well, I'm just your average regular guy. Grew up in Brooklyn, New York, before going to USC on a football scholarship. Graduated in 1996, worked for two years, before going to business school. Graduated a few months ago, and started working here", I said "Wow, that sounds impressive" she said, honestly sounding impressed, "So why did you decide on this career path" "Yeah I know", I said, pretending to sound hurt, "why am I a lowly assistant and not something more" "No, I didn't mean it like that", she said apologetically "It's OK, I was just joking", I said, "I get that question a lot, so I just wanted to play with you a little bit" "Well, you still haven't answered my question", she said "Basically, it was the only way I would get to meet you", I said smoothly "That is so cute" she said, stroking my cheek "On a more serious note, I always knew that I wanted to conquer Hollywood. After my football career fell through, it became more appealing than ever. Someday, I hope to be a major director or something" "Really?" she asked, "why don't you direct something now, so when you are the next Scorsese, you can boast that I was in your first feature. That was how we ended up making the steamiest videotape ever, ending up in her hotel room. I happen to know that Dean, the nosy bastard, was snooping in my drawer the next day and found the tape, and probably wanked off to it. I also happen to know that he described the steamy details in his own journal, which is why I will not go into too much detail. All I'll say is that we began something very special that summer afternoon, which has been going on for over a year. The relationship between us is somewhat inexplicable, it is not based on romance, nor is it based on sex. It's more of a fuck buddy kind of arrangement, two very special friends who have the most amazing sex. Of course, I felt like a pauper, since I was the lowly assistant, and she was the mega movie star, but the tables began to turn when I got the gig as head of Shooting Star. I was in control of her career now, and the control naturally extended to the bedroom. Halle was an amazing fuck, totally insatiable. I'm not complaining of course. I'll never forget the night she won her Oscar. I was still Dean's assistant then of course, but I had been able to score tickets to the event. I would have loved nothing more than to be able to escort Halle to the function, but that was totally out of the question, since she had to be with Eric, and gossip tongues would start wagging if she showed up with some agent's assistant. Besides, our relationship was entirely clandestine, and no one with the exception of Dean, had any idea about us. I so desperately wanted to be able to brag to my buddies that I was banging Halle Berry, but Dean seriously warned against it. If word got out that Halle was having an idea in any form, the sympathy she had gained from the public would fizzle instantly. So, I went with some skinny white model, and sat in the back praying for Halle to win. I knew how much she wanted and deserved that Oscar. She had always gone on and on about how Hollywood did not take her seriously as an actress because of her looks. She had struggled to get the "Monster's Ball" role, and given a gut-wrenching performance. Of course, I had given her a little something to increase her chances, in the form of a good luck fuck. It was the afternoon of the Oscars, and I had not seen Halle for about two weeks. She had been doing the whole talk show circuit, and shamelessly canvassing for votes, and did not have time to hang out with me. Which is why I was surprised when at about noon on Oscar day, I heard the doorbell of my apartment ring. I was actually in the shower, and stepped out merely in a bathrobe, wondering who the fuck it could be. I opened the door, and there stood Halle, looking cute in a white T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I did not even know she knew where I lived. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, "Shouldn't you be getting ready for the red carpet or some Barbara Walters shit or something?" "I need you to fuck me", she said icily "Excuse me", I said, momentarily taken aback "I was on my way from the spa, and am on my way to the hotel to get dresses", she said "So, why did you stop by?" I asked, looking rather confused "I'm fucking nervous baby", she said, "My nerves are killing me and I have to get rid of them the only way how". "Well get inside and quit standing out in the hallway with your fine self", I teased. She walked inside and closed the door and immediately jumped on me. Her legs were wrapped round my butt as we passionately kissed. I had never felt this kind of vigor from her before, and frankly, I liked it. She pushed my robe off, and I was there standing naked. I pulled her top off and began to suck on her breasts. "I don't have time for foreplay, I need to be on the red carpet in two hours", she said, as she jumped off and took all her clothes off. When she was completely naked, she turned to me and whispered, "I'm going to fuck your brains out". She then pushed me against the sofa, and climbed on me. She had a savage look on her face, and I had never seen her look so horny. "Baby, you look so great", I said, trying to make small talk before we started fucking, but she would hear none of it "I don't want to hear any fucking thing. Just shit the fuck up and screw me silly" "Alright then", I said, as I lifted her and placed her on the chair, her back lying on the surface. I lifted her legs and spread them apart, and then inserted my meat into her hole. "Oh yes Damon, fuck me", she screamed I pumped into her like a savage beast, and she responded equally fiercely. I continued to thrust really hard, not even making any attempt to kiss or caress like I usually did during sex. I knew that she was here because she needed to rid herself of excess tension before the ceremony the only way she knew how. I firmly squeezed her 36C breasts as I continued to pound her, surprisingly silent, though that was far from the case for her "Oh yes Damon, I need you to fuck me, fuck me like I'm already an Oscar winner, oh yes, baby. Tonight I'm going to show those bitches Sissy Spacek and Nicole Kidman, but I can't show them unless you fuck me silly". Halle was not one to publicly announce when her orgasms were approaching, but from the experience I had with her over the months, I knew whenever she was about to come, and I sensed that such a moment was at hand. Luckily, I was about to come too, and we came together in unison as she whispered my name out loud. I tried to kiss her immediately, but she pulled away "Now is not the time for passion Damon", she said, "I just needed to be fucked silly, so I came to you, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way now" "Ok then", I said, feeling more like a boy toy than ever before, "good luck tonight" "From the way you just fucked me, I think I already have all the luck I can possibly need". With that, she walked out of the apartment. Of course, the night came, and she won her historic Oscar, and she shed all those tears. I did not get a chance to even congratulate her after the ceremony, since she had to show up to all those parties and pose with her trophy. She actually breezed past me several times, not even acknowledging my presence. I ignored this, and after congratulating Denzel, who was one of my favorite people in Hollywood, I walked over to the bar to get a few drinks. Well, the night was almost over, and the airhead model I had come with had ditched me for some B-movie pretty boy, so as I walked outside the Vanity Fair party towards the Shooting Star limo, I heard a voice behind me "Not so fast, soldier" I looked back, and there she was, holding on to her statue and smiling. "Congratulations Halle", I said, "I am really happy for you". I began to walk towards my limo "Is Damon mad at me?", she teased "Of course I'm mad", I replied, "how could you ignore me like that. It made me feel so cheap and worthless" "I'm really sorry honey", she said, "I was just overcome with emotion. Let me make it up to you" "Look, I'm sorry if I ruin your big night, but I'm not going to be treated like a fucking toy anymore", I complained "What do you mean?” she asked. She looked so beautiful in her brown gown that it was almost hard to stay mad at her, but I had to prove my point. "I am not asking you for a relationship, I know you're married, but you could at least treat me decently", I continued, "you only show up when you want to fuck, and I'm supposed to service your needs like some machine or dildo" "I'm sorry honey, I didn't know you felt that way" "Of course you didn't. That's exactly my point. Just because you are some big actress and award winner does not give you the right to treat me like I ain't human", I barked "Come into my limo", she ordered, and began to walk away. I did not know whether she was mad or not, but all I knew was that refusing her order seemed out of the question. I walked behind her, and into the stretch limo that was waiting for her. Once inside, her face twitched into a mischievous grin "You look and sound so sexy when you try to be in control", she said, "Right now, I am one happy Oscar winner that wants to be fucked". She reached for my leg and began to rub her hand up and down, eventually unhooking my zipper and bringing out my cock. She brought her head down and began to suck. My head was spinning, partly because of all the alcohol I had consumed, but all the anger I had felt before started dissipating as the newly minted Best Actress was about to give me the performance of a lifetime. "Oh yes Halle", I said, holding on to her head, "that feels so fucking great" She continued to bob her head up and down, her tongue circling the shaft of my penis. She was already loosening her dress with the other hand, and I was really getting off on the fact that she was going to have her congratulatory fuck with me and not Eric. I wondered where the guy was, probably nailing some two-dollar prostitute down the street. Well, if he wasn't going to service the fine piece of work he had before him, I might as well do it for him. I leaned back against the leather seat and held on to her face as she continued to suck. She was really good at this, and she seemed to be even more excited tonight, her exhilaration at having won the award obviously coming into play. I was gently stroking her beautiful face as she clasped her mouth around my cock. She was holding on to it with both hands, and gently tickling the parts where her mouth could not reach. I felt an orgasm arrive, and in no time, I blew my entire load into her mouth. Halle loved to swallow, and I found that incredibly erotic. She downed the entire cum, licking her lips for any stray cum that might have been seeking to escape. She then wound down the glass leading to the front seat and called out to the driver "Hey, I need you to drive" "Where to ma'am?" the eager chauffeur asked "Just drive around, keep driving, until I tell you to stop". With that, she rolled up the glass again, and then began to take off her clothes. There was some soft R&B music playing on the background, although in my daze, I couldn't figure out what it was, not that I cared much. I began to take off my clothes too, peeling off my entire suit till I was butt naked at the back of her limo. She was naked in no time too, and she eagerly hugged me as we kissed. My hands made their way around her entire body as we kissed, and my erection was steadfastly coming back. I sucked on her translucent skin, kissing all the way down to her neck, and then taking her jugs in my mouth. So many men all over the world had lusted over these knockers, and at least ten thousand had to be doing so at that very moment, but it was me, Damon Brill, who had the good fortune of being the sole consumer. She moaned with glee as I continued to suck away, her hands wrapped around my dick. After a few minutes, I left her boobs alone and sat her down against the seat of the car. I then brought my face to her crotch and began to give her head. I pride myself on a lot of things, but one of the things that women love about me is my ability to suck pussy. Tonight was no exception, and Halle was squealing like a newly born puppy as my tongue worked wonders around her cunt. I loved the delightful taste and smell of Halle's pussy, and tonight, it felt even more wonderful. My tongue made its way to her extra sensitive clitoris and she began to moan out loud "Oh yes, Damon, suck my pussy, oh yes, suck this Oscar winner's pussy. I was thinking about you all night, even when I was on stage, I was crying because I was thinking about the way you were going to fuck me, oh yes Damon" JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 02 Luckily, the glass was soundproof and the chauffeur could not hear a thing, or so I hoped. I continued to lick away, igniting all her sensory endings and making her continue to yell in delight. I knew she must have been having so much more fun than normal because she told me when she was about to come "Oh yes Damon, I'm about to fucking come, oh yes, eat me out, make me come, I want to fucking come, let me come all over your fucking mouth and you can lick this Oscar winner's pussy juice" Her orgasm came, and she trembled firmly as the wave took her, before she crumbled against the seat. I continued to lick at her pussy, occasionally going down her thighs where her juice had dripped. "That was great Damon", she said, "so great that I want to come again, could you do that for me?" I thought that was very selfish of Halle, but it was, after all, her night, and I wanted to make it special for her. I inserted two fingers into her hole and began to vigorously finger-fuck her. "Oh yes Damon", she cried, "finger my sweet pussy, I need you to enter me as much as possible". I quickened my pace, and increased the number of fingers to three, and thrust deep inside, making a rhythmic motion as she continued to encourage me. All of a sudden, her face lit up, and I almost expected to see a light bulb right over her face. "I've got an idea." she grinned "What is it?" I asked, scared that I was not going to like what I heard. I shouldn't have worried, as she declared "I want you to fuck me with that Oscar award", she said, smiling "Are you fucking crazy?" I asked, seriously concerned for her sanity, "do you know how big it is?" "I'll tell you when to stop", she said "Alright then" I said, as I took it from her hand and gently inserted the head into her vagina. She slightly winced as the head of the Oscar went in. I wondered if I should leave it at that, but she seemed to want more. She really must have been proud of it. "Oh yes", she gently cried, "it feels so good and cold, more, give me more" "Are you sure you want..." "MORE", she screamed Scared that she was going to bite off my head if I did not comply, I inserted quite a large portion until almost half of the trophy was lost inside of Halle. If only Russell Crowe had known what he was getting himself into when he handed the statuette to a bawling Halle earlier that evening. If only he knew the half of what she intended to do with it. I wondered if Nicole Kidman would have done the same thing with it had she won for Moulin Rouge. I briefly had a vision of the Australian beauty sticking the golden statuette into her pussy, but I immediately turned my attention back to the Oscar fucker right in front of me. It was getting stuffy inside the limousine, and I wondered if air conditioning was off. I thought of asking Halle to let us pause a little bit so I could ask the driver to increase the air conditioning, but Halle did not look like she wanted to be interrupted from what she was doing. Her face was contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, and she continued to scream at me “Oh yes Damon, fuck me, fuck me with that Oscar” After about a few minutes of screams only rivaled in horror flicks, Halle decided that it was enough, and I was finally happy to hear her say, "OK Damon, now I want to feel your real thing inside of me" I climbed up and placed my cock into her tight snatch "Oh yes Damon, I love your dick so much, it feels good right inside of me", she cried. I kissed her beautiful mouth as I continued to pound away. It was funny how, after several months with her, it was still strange to me that I was actually screwing Halle Berry. This was what was going on in my head as I pounded into her in that fateful limo. She was now an Academy Award winning actress, and that further widened the divide between us. I wondered if she would treat me even more shabbily now, but of course, the issue was relegated to the back of my mind as I felt the traces of an orgasm approach "Oh yes Halle", I whispered, "you are so hot, you feel so good, and I'm about to come all over your pussy" "Oh yes come all over my pussy while I come all over your dick", she replied. I kissed her again as my orgasm came, after which I lay on top of her, breathing heavily. "I'm in love with you, Damon", she said "Yeah right", I responded, wondering the ramifications if it were true. Well, we had come a long way since that Oscar evening, and of course, I was now Halle's agent. I must admit that I was showing her a little bit of favoritism in terms of roles, to the detriment of other actresses. The new James Bond flick, "Die Another Day", had just come out and was at the top of the box office. Of course, the movie's success and subsequent resurgence of the franchise, was largely credited to Halle's role as Jinx, and we were currently negotiating a role for a spin-off movie. At the moment, Halle's demands were a little bit ridiculous, even for the most accomplished of actresses, and I had invited her over to my house the previous night for dinner, over which I had tried to persuade her to lower her asking price. Of course, we did not get to discuss business much, as we had ended up in bed and made love for most of the night. We fell asleep in each other’s arms for a few hours, and awoke early the next morning to continue out marathon sex. Halle had been giving me a blowjob when she had suddenly suggested that she was going to leave her husband for me. I thought she was joking, but she absolutely seemed serious. I had managed to divert the topic by initiating sex again. Hopefully, she did not feel so strongly about it and would forget to bring it up again. Still lying on my back, I lifted her and placed her right on top of me so that she was sitting down, my erect dick sticking in her pussy. "Damon, don't you love me?", she asked as she bounced up and down my dick "I do, but that doesn't mean we should get married", I breathed, trying to focus on the sex "I know, but I want us to declare our love to the world", she continued, her wonderful breasts jiggling from side to side "Look, I'm running an agency, and I am responsible for so many careers", I reasoned, "I can't put their careers in jeopardy by ruining the firm's good name" Deep down, I knew that my reasons transcended protecting the careers of Halle or any other client. It was simply that I did not love Halle enough to want to be her boyfriend or husband. Halle was definitely a desirable woman by any standards, and I'd be hard pressed to find a guy who would kick her out of bed. But the appeal of our relationship lay in the secrecy and forbidden nature of it. I just could not see myself with Halle by my side all the time, or her being the mother of my kids. Ever since the incident with Natalie, I knew that I was looking for something a little bit more. It wasn't like I was claiming to be in love with Natalie or anything, nothing of the sort, but that brief moment of lovemaking had challenged me to find something more. I knew I definitely wanted to be in love and experience that kind of passion with someone with whom I shared a mutual passion. Somehow, Halle did not fit the mold of that person. It had actually been two months since Dean left, and I had not been with anyone, with the exception of Halle of course. I definitely had some of the prettiest Hollywood actresses making serious passes at me, but not only was I too busy to sleep around, I had decided that I would not let myself repeat Dean's mistakes. I would definitely come around when I found the right person. Halle and I still fucked all the time, but there were still so many things missing that I would not go so far as to call it a relationship. "Damon, come on, please consider this", Halle pleaded, her voice breaking as she continued to fuck me, "am I not a good enough girlfriend?" "You're my girlfriend now?” I groaned jokingly "Well, we have the most amazing sex, like we are doing now, so of course I'm your girlfriend", she said, bringing both her hands to my neck and pretending to strangle me. "But if I get a real girlfriend, what will happen then?" I asked, raising my butt high from the bed so that I entirely entered her cunt "Why would you want another girlfriend?” she asked, looking fierce, and I assumed she was going to come very soon "Well, this is nice, but I need something more, you know that", I replied, holding on to her thighs and pulling her closer to me "Which is why I want us to be together full time", she replied "Halle, I don't know how to tell you this", I said, as I felt myself nearing an orgasm myself, "but I don't think the two of us can have a future together" "Why?" she cried, as she continued to bounce up and down on top of me, “I’m not fucking you well enough?” "You know you are, it just doesn't feel right, I did not think we were heading in that direction, and I just think that arrangement wouldn't work for us". She was silent for a few moments, as we continued to fuck. As her orgasm started, she began to scream "I FUCKING HATE YOU, DAMON. WE'VE BEEN FUCKING FOR OVER A YEAR NOW, AND YOU DON'T THINK WE HAVE A FUTURE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT. I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME, BUT YOU ARE ALL THE SAME" "I love you, Halle”, I groaned as I began to come, “just not that way" "I hate you", she said as she calmed down "Take it easy Halle, it's not that critical", I responded as I also began to calm down from my intense orgasm "Whatever we had, whatever we had, it's over. You can go and look for your young girlfriend, and good luck to her because you'll grow tired of her", she said "I won't grow tired of her, I mean, I am not tired of you", I replied "Well, Mr. Big Shot", she said, as she got off from me and began to get dresses, "What we had was great, but I don't want to ever see you again" "I'm your fucking agent", I replied, standing up from the bed "you have to see me" "You're not the only agent in Hollywood", she answered Great, I thought, only two months on the job and I already lost one of my biggest clients. What would Dean say if he found out? Well, I did not need Dean's approval for everything again.. To my surprise, it felt like a boulder had been lifted off my chest when I left. Of course, it was the end of an era, but I knew the future held something bigger in store. I was going to miss Halle greatly, but truthfully, she had been holding me back, and I could find a real girl now. “Goodbye Damon”, she said solemnly as she walked outside the door, and by extension, outside of my life. I sadly watched as she walked away, experiencing ambivalent feelings of relief and agony. Halle actually remains with the firm still. However angry she might have been with me, she knows her interests are best served at Shooting Star, and only we can provide her with the juicy roles she so desperately craves. I haven't talked to her in person since. I tried calling her on the phone, but she refuses to answer, and clearly avoids me when we meet in public. Well, its unfortunate, but that's the way life is. Her marriage to Eric also seems to be doing much better. Last I heard, they were seeking counseling, and Eric had also begun treatment for sex addiction. From my experience with Halle, it seems he is not the only one who is addicted to sex. The agency is doing OK, thank you very much for asking. 2002 is about to end, and we have clients in each of the top ten movies of the year, and several of our actors recently received Golden Globe nominations. One thing is still missing though, I still haven't found a girl yet. Hopefully, the situation should have changed by the next time I talk to you. JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 03 This story is a spin off of the successful and wildly popular “Journal of an Agent” by Carnage Jackson. At the end of Carnage’s story, the main character, Dean Simonds, faces a major dilemma, where he has to choose between staying in Hollywood with Alyssa Milano, or heading back east with Natalie Portman. Please note that this might not necessarily have been the ending Carnage had in mind, but is my own interpretation. I hope you all like this series, and all feedback is welcome at the link below. To the readers of my other series, “Dangerously in Love”, I have no intention of ending that series anytime soon. I would like to thank Carnage Jackson for not only letting me use his characters and set-up, but for his constructive suggestions and criticism. If you are over 18, please refrain from reading this. To the rest of you, note that this story is completely fictional, and all similarities to real life people and occurrences are strictly coincidental. JOA: DAMON’S CHRONICLES 3: Andie MacDowell It was bloody Christmas Eve, and instead of being with my family, I was stuck at the offices doing work. It was the end of the year, and possibly the busiest time of the year. The way things looked, it was very probable that I might be in the office until New Year’s Eve. At least things were looking good. Profits for the firm looked like they would be up at least 10% up, and that was without counting the shitload of money I was sure movies like The Two Towers, Catch me if you can, and possibly Chicago, were going to gross at the box office in the coming weeks. Thanks to some good negotiation by Dean, we were guaranteed a rather sizeable percentage of those movies’ grosses, as several of our clients were involved. I couldn’t believe so many months had passed since I took over the firm. I seemed to be doing a good job at least, and Dean was always commending me whenever we had the chance to talk on the phone. I had buried myself in work ever since ending things with Halle. I had not even been with a woman for over a month, and it was not because I did not get any opportunities. My firm represented some of the most beautiful women in the world, and several of them had flirted with me or even gone as far as to throw themselves at me at some point in time, but I always managed to resist their advances. Turning down gorgeous beauties was no mean feat, but I was determined more than ever not to let sex derail me from my goal of giving my best shot at running the agency. Nothing other than utmost trust could have let Dean leave the agency in my charge, and I was determined not to betray that trust. I was also not going to sleep with any woman simply because I was her agent. It seemed to be a tradition for women to sleep with the boss of Shooting Star, and I was determined that if I got involved with anyone in the industry, it was because I genuinely liked her, and not because she felt it was her agent’s duties to satisfy her sexually. But I had to admit, there was one reason why I had turned down all those women, and that reason was on the other side of the country, in far away Massachusetts. Ever since Halle and I had ended things, I had been unable to stop thinking about Natalie. It was not like I was in love with her, but I just craved the passion I knew I could have shared with her. Even though our encounter had lasted merely a few minutes, it was the closest thing I had ever come to genuine emotion, and I craved that more than anything. I knew I was never going to be with her, and it was useless to pine over her, but I could not help myself. I tore myself away from my thoughts, and went back to concentrating on Leonardo DiCaprio’s proposed contract for “Alexander the Great”, when Ashley walked into the office. She had been another of Dean’s impulsive hires, and that choice had proven to be very inspired. She had been a shy and inexperienced greenhorn when she began to work as a receptionist here, but I had seen her develop into a confident and rather hot woman, and one of the first things I had done as head of the agency was to promote her to the position of my personal assistant, the role I had once performed for Dean, and I had to admit that I did not know what I would have done without her. She worked even longer than I did, and could possibly recite the contracts, phone numbers, and personal details of each of our clients off hand. I suspected she had a slight crush on me, and even though I knew she would have been a perfect girlfriend, I knew that I would never cross that line. She was like a little sister to me, and it was going to stay that way. “Phone call for you Damon”, she said, before adding “on line two” “But I told you that I was to receive absolutely no calls today. Do you think I like working on Christmas Eve?” I responded, sounding pissed “I told everyone that you were not in, including P. Diddy when he called to invite you to his party on New Years’ Eve”, she said, smiling as my eyes widened at the last bit. “So who is this person that is more important than a party by the one and only Puffy?”, I joked “Actually, its David E. Kelly”, she said “Really?” I asked, my mood perking up “Yeah” she replied, “he says it’s quite urgent” David Kelley was one of the most respected guys in TV and had created such memorable shows as Ally McBeal, The Practice, and Boston Public. I figured he wanted one of my clients for a guest spot or recurring role on one of his shows, and I did not want to pass that up. I immediately got on the phone, and my suspicion proved to be correct. He needed to cast a woman to play a deranged client on an upcoming episode, and needed a fairly popular actress to play that role. After explaining to me what he was looking for, there was only one client who came to mind. Andie MacDowell was, in my opinion, one of the most talented actresses in Hollywood, and I thought it was strange that she had not become a major player after being in the game so long. Sure, she was a respected actress, who had starred in several good movies, but she had yet to receive the breakthrough role that would launch her into Julia Roberts territory. Of course, it was not like she was getting any younger, and Hollywood is notorious for discriminating against actresses above the age of 40, with the exception of the few Susan Sarandons and Meryl Streeps. What was the job of an agent if not to look out for his clients, and I was determined that this role could work wonders for Andie’s career. I decided to call her on the phone “Hello” I heard her say, her voice somewhat muffled “Hi, is this Andie?” I asked “Yeah, who’s this?” she asked, as though she did not really want to be interrupted from whatever it was she was doing “It’s Damon Brill, your new agent” I introduced myself “What happened to Dean?” she asked “He left”, I explained, “I’ve been your agent for several months now” “I think I heard something to that effect” I heard her say, “so why are you calling me on Christmas Eve. Dean never called me directly, he always did business with my people” “I just got an offer for a TV guest spot, and you were the first person that popped into my mind” I said “Well, that’s a first”, she said”, what happened to Meg Ryan?” “Well, Meg Ryan is not a client of mine, and that’s not the point. I’m a really big fan of yours, and I think it will be the perfect role for you” “Great” she grumbled, “my career has fallen so much that the only thing that can save me is a TV guest spot” “Why don’t we set up a time we can discuss this, maybe sometime in the New Year”, I offered “That sounds good” she said, “but I have an even better idea” “And what might that be?”, I asked “Why don’t you come over now? It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m all alone, I sure could use some company” she said “OK, I have your address in our database here” I said, “I’ll be right over in about an hour and a half” “Couldn’t you make it any sooner?” she asked, “there’s so much stuff I want us to do, and we want to have time to discuss the stupid show you want me to be on” “I’ll try and come as soon as I can, though it might be hard with the last minute Christmas shoppers" I eventually managed to get off the phone, and after taking care of a few things that needed to be done immediately, I gave Ashley a peck on the cheek and was on my way. “Hey Damon”, she called as I was at the door, “we haven’t exchanged presents yet” “We’ll do that when I get back, won’t we?”, I said “I just thought I might be gone by the time you get back”, she said with a twinkle in her eye “I’m just going to tell her about some TV show, I’ll be back in two hours, tops” I said “You are going to the house of an older and horny female actress. Of course you won’t be back for several hours, and I don’t intend to spend my Christmas Eve waiting on you”, she said “Come on Ashley”, I said, “give me a little credit, I’ve been able to resist some of the hottest actresses, what makes you think this will be very different?” “Well, you have more control than Dean, but you are still a man”, she said”, Merry Christmas anyways” She handed me a package that looked like a book, and gave me a hug. She seemed to hold on quite tight, and I obliged, caressing her blonde hair. I thanked her and went into my office, bringing out the bag I had purchased for her from some trendy store on Beverly Hills. I only hoped she liked it, as I was terrible when it came to buying things for women. Ashley took care of most things for me in that area, but I could not ask her to buy a gift for herself, so I only hoped my discretion was good enough for her. I suggested that we open it right there and then, but with a mild look of terror on her face, she declined, and said that we should wait till the next morning. I was a little bit shocked at her reaction, but I ignored it, and giving her another peck on the cheek, I walked outside and hopped into my Cadillac Escalade, which I had only recently bought it. I was not really into big and flashy cars, but I had run into Bernie Mac in traffic one day, and he had ridiculed me good-naturedly, joking that he did not want an agent with a beat-up car. He eventually hooked me up with his Cadillac dealership, with whom he had a good relationship, and I had dumped my 1998 Toyota Camry for the new car. It had set me back almost $100,000 too, but with the money I was making now, it was no problem. I tuned the radio to KIIS FM 102.7, and in no time I was on the freeway, rapping along to the Mystikal song that was playing on the radio “You keep bumping me against the wall”, I screamed, feeling like an 18 year old, “Yeah I know I let you down before”. I pulled up at a traffic light, my car next to an elderly looking white woman, who looked at me with bewilderment, obviously frightened for some reason or another. I shook my head and laughed, mouthing “Merry Christmas” to the lady before continuing to sing alongside the song, thinking about how some people would always consider me a thug, irrespective of my accomplishments. Here I was, armed with two college degrees and making more money a year than that woman had probably ever seen, but I did not let the look of condescension bother me. Life was good, I was the head of a successful agency, and people such as Tom Cruise, Michael Douglas, and Samuel L. Jackson considered me among their close friends. As I continued to yell along with Mystikal “But until you see me, trust me, You ain’t seen bouncing back”, I suddenly heard my cell phone ring. I picked it up, wondering who it was, since I did not recognize the number displayed on the caller ID. Lowering the volume, I answered in my most polite voice “Hello, Damon speaking” “Hi Damon”, came a voice that I had been hearing non-stop in my daydreams for four months “Oh my God, Natalie, what a surprise?” I gushed, earnestly surprised, unsure of how to act “Yeah, good to hear your voice once more, how are you doing?” “Not bad”, I replied, “things are OK, how are you and Dean?” “We’re fine, it’s really cold out here, but we are surviving” she said pleasantly “It’s so good to hear from you”, I said, “so to what do I owe this honor of a call from the beautiful Queen Amidala?” “Am I no longer allowed to wish an old friend a Merry Christmas?” she teased “Are you sure that is the only reason you’re calling”, I teased back. Natalie caught me by surprise when she said, “No actually, I really needed to talk to you” “What’s the problem?” I asked “I’ve been hearing tales about you”, she said “Tales?”, I inquired, absolutely puzzled, “From whom?” “I still work in Hollywood, remember?” she said “I know that, I’m just wondering what tales you might have heard. I’ve been a good boy and have not gotten into any trouble”, I said, bursting into laughter “I know that”, she replied, “that is what I wanted to talk to you about” “What do you mean?” “Damon, let’s not kid ourselves”, she said seriously, “you are a young and attractive man, and I happen to know that so many actresses have thrown themselves at you, but you have kept rejecting them. And it’s not like you have a girlfriend to be faithful to” “Well, I don’t like to mix business with pleasure”, I said defensively “Now”, she said, “I wouldn’t want to be so conceited as to claim that you are rejecting all those advances because you are fixated on a certain someone” “Um…I…It’s not…” I stammered, causing her to snicker on the other side of the phone “Look Damon”, she continued, “I think you are a great guy, and you deserve to be happy. I know there is a great woman out there for you, and I wouldn’t want you to miss out on that just by pining for something that is not available” “Look Nat”, I said, “I don’t want to sound all sensitive, but that brief moment we shared, there was more passion there than all my previous encounters combined, of which there were a lot, and I just want to find that” “I understand Damon”, she said solemnly, “I was just concerned for you and wanted to make sure you had properly moved on” We were silent for a few moments before I asked something that had been boggling my mind for months “Natalie, why?”, I asked “Why what?, she asked back “That night, why me? It’s not like I am so special or anything, if you are in love with him so much, why would you risk what you had with Dean just for me?” “There are some things we cannot explain, Damon”, she said, “I don’t know why, but I just felt this attraction to you. At first I tried to tell myself that I was nervous about settling with Dean, and needed one last fling, but I realized it was much more than that. Don’t you know how sexy you are?” “Don’t change the topic by flattering me, Miss Portman”, I joked, “of course I know how sexy I am” “Well Damon”, she continued, “promise me that you will move on and find someone, or I’ll feel guilty forever” “Alright Natalie”, I said honestly, “I promise to find a girl, in fact, I promise to sleep with the next woman who throws herself at me” “I wouldn’t go that far”, she laughed, “but make sure you have fun” “OK Nat”, I said, “Say hello and Merry Christmas to Dean” “I will, have a great Christmas yourself”. We eventually hung up, and I continued my journey. My thoughts seemed to be a lot clearer as I drove, humming along to the Avril Lavigne song which was playing. The phone call seemed to have given me the closure I needed, and I was so certain that the future looked so much brighter. I was at Andie’s house, and I drove into the rather large compound, properly parking my car before getting out and walking to the front door. I only hoped this meeting would go well. I happened to know that Andie was not one of the Hollywood types, and in fact, she lived on a ranch in Montana most of the year. I pressed the doorbell twice and waited for a response. About a minute passed, and nothing happened, so I decided to try just once more before giving up and going home. I vigorously pressed the bell about five times, and suddenly, the door right in front of me flew open. Andie was standing there dressed in a flowery silk robe, which was tied around her waist, but left most of her breasts visible. Her thick hair was rather scattered, and she was barefoot, and it was obvious she was not dressed for company, and I wondered why she had not made any effort to dress up after she had invited me. But that was not to say she looked bad, in fact the opposite was the case. She looked really pretty, and as she flashed that smile that had entranced millions of moviegoers in “Four Weddings and a Funeral”, I marveled at her beauty which seemed to refuse to be wane. It was rather hard to believe that she was 44 years old, as she could have easily passed for 30. “Hi”, she said, welcoming me, ‘you’re not the agent, are you?” “Yes I am”, I said, “Damon Brill, good to finally meet you, Miss MacDowell” “Oh please call me Andie, and sorry, but you were not what I was expecting”, she smiled “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”, I asked, smiling “It’s just that you look really…I would have thought you were an NBA player or something”, she said “Well, if you don’t feel comfortable with me, I could leave and we could do this over the phone”, I said, my smile not necessarily reflecting the way I was feeling. “I’m sorry honey”, she said, signaling for me to come on in, “sorry I sounded like a bitch, it’s just been a rough day for me” She ushered me to the living room, and I admired the house as I walked in. It was a rather small house with only one story, and was definitely quite humble for a Hollywood star, but I guessed that was because she hardly lived there all year long. The living room was quite dark, with a modest Christmas tree lit up in the corner. There was a big screen TV, which was showing some Western movie, but it was muted, so I could not hear anything. I took a seat on a couch and she sat right across from me, her robe hiked up so that I could see most of her legs. “I’m sorry, would you like something to drink?”, she asked “No, I’m fine thank you”, I replied I was feeling a little bit uncomfortable, as Andie began eyeing me like a piece of meat, and I hoped to finish discussing the offer with her and get the hell out of there “I hope I didn’t disturb any of your plans”, I said, “you sounded busy over the phone” “Nope”, she said, “as you can see I’m all alone on Christmas Eve” “What about your kids?”, I inquired “They are with their dad this Christmas”, she said, “I was to spend this Christmas with my boyfriend before…”. Andie had burst into tears and I did not know what to do next. I could not just sit there staring at her, so I did the only sensible thing – I walked over and sat next to her. “Andie, it’s OK”, I said, ‘I’m your agent and I’m here for you if you need me. It’s my job to make you feel better”. I realized the absurdity of that statement when Andie’s tear-filled eyes flew open and stared at me. I wondered if she had taken my words in a sexual context. I was definitely not going to be a gigolo to soothe some older woman. She seemed to think otherwise, as she moved even closer to me and placed my hands on her bare thighs. “In that case then, I guess there are plenty of ways you could make me feel better”, she cooed into my ears. I began to fidget, wondering how to get out of this precarious situation. I would be lying if I said I was not turned on. Andie was a beautiful woman, and the fact that she was so skimpily dressed in a robe, which seemed to be mysteriously coming off her body more and more, did not do anything to help matters. However, I was determined to resist doing anything. I had, after all, overcome advances by several other pretty actresses, and this should be a piece of cake. JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 03 “Why don’t we discuss the show now?”, I asked meekly, feeling like a subway passenger about to be mugged. “Oh really, I could provide a great show for you if you want”, she whispered, as she placed one of her legs over mine and her arms over my shoulder. I was not only completely trapped, but her robe was revealing so much of her body, and I was sure she could feel my erection with her thigh. “Well”, I continued, “you would play a mentally unstable client of the firm who takes a TV Network President captive”. My voice was shaky, and I did not believe I was being affected like that. I realized I could just get up and walk away, but something seemed to fasten me to the seat. “Oh yeah, go on”, she said softly as she took my earlobe in her mouth and began to nibble “Well, you are holding him because you want your own reality show”, I continued, trying to pretend as if her actions had no effect on me. In reality, I was a bundle of nerves, and was getting extremely turned on. Andie continued her onslaught of my body, her hands roaming towards my crotch and beginning to loosen my zipper. At that point, I realized that I had to stop this. She was undoubtedly getting me hot, but I had no intention of sleeping with her. I decided to voice my dissent “Um, could you stop that please?”, I said, my voice showing zero authority “Really?”, she asked, as she brought out her tongue and inserted it into my ears. I decided I had to, once and for all, stop it there and then. “Yes, I need you to stop this right now”, I said, as I pushed her away and stood up. To my utter bewilderment, she stood up and slapped me across the face. It was not a small or playful slap, but extremely hard, with what I suspected was all her might. It absolutely hurt, and I was totally incensed. Wasn’t I the one who had the tight to be upset? She had shamelessly come on to me, and all I did was politely refuse her advances. “What the fuck was that for?”, I asked, totally furious, my mind immediately thinking how much money I could get from a lawsuit. “What is wrong with me?”, she screamed, “Am I not fucking sexy enough?” “I beg your pardon”, I said, totally bemused “I know I am beautiful, and will not be rejected by anyone again. My boyfriend just fucking left me for a fucking 21 year old. I can’t even get any roles again in this town except for your crappy TV guest spots. Even your friend Dean, that slept with anything in a skirt, turned me down when I came on to him. Seriously, is there something fucking wrong with me?” “I’m sorry Andie”, I said, realizing that she was suffering from a serious midlife crisis, “I think you are amazingly hot” “So why did you turn me down?”, she asked, tears now streaming down her face “I have a girlfriend”, I lied, figuring it was the only way not to hurt her feelings “Well what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her, can it?”, she smiled, as she all of a sudden pushed me back to the couch. She pulled her entire robe off, revealing a rather nice naked body, and then pounced on me, firmly placing her mouth on mine and aggressively kissing me. I figured there was no point in fighting her off after all. It would be my Christmas present to her. Wait a minute, I suddenly told myself, why the hell am I acting like a fucking eunuch? A beautiful woman was practically raping me and I was acting so uppity. After all, I had made a promise to Natalie just earlier to sleep with the next woman who hit on me. Eager to keep my promise to Natalie, I placed my hands on her naked breasts as she kissed me, and I was surprised when she slapped it away. She held both my hands and held them against the sofa. “What’s the matter now pretty boy”, she smiled at me, “I thought you did not want me” “Um…I…”, I stammered, rather amused at the term of endearment she had used for me. At the risk of sounding immodest, I know I am very handsome, but in a rugged and manly way, and she must have been the first person to ever call me a pretty boy. “I’m in control here, alright?” she said, in a tone that seemed to be seeking my approval, although I knew the decision was already made. “I don’t want you to do a fucking thing”, she continued, “just sit back and enjoy. Like an obedient lapdog, I sat back against the sofa, wondering what was going to happen. As she walked over to the CD player in the corner, it dawned on me that this was actually the first woman I was sleeping with since I broke up with Halle. Some rock music eventually filled the dark room, and to my utter shock, she came over to where I sat and began to give me a lapdance. She was actually a good dancer too, moving her body rather exquisitely to the music by Sublime which played in the background. My penis began to throb against my boxers, and as I moved my hand to provide the necessary succor, she once again slapped it away. I was to do her bidding, and it was no time for gratification. She continued to swing her naked body right in front of me, moving close to me in the sway of the music, and just as she was less than an inch away from me, she moved away. Just as I was beginning to think I could not handle the torture anymore, she fortunately decided to be a bit more generous, as she moved one of her breasts to my mouth, and I hungrily devoured. Her breasts, by the way, were totally perfect for her age. They were rather firm, and despite the fact that she had done some modeling early in her career, they seemed to be real. I sucked away as she sat on my laps, my tongue running over her nipples as she hurriedly unfastened the buttons to my shirt. In a few minutes, I was topless, and she tried to hide her adoring gaze of my chest. I worked out at least three times a week, and the dividends lay on my bulging chest muscles and rock-hard abs. She began to kiss my chest, running her mouth up and down, and eventually taking my nipples in her mouth. This was the first time this had been done to me, and the sensation was strangely pleasing. I tried my luck again, and tried to place my hands on her breasts, but I was again unlucky, as she did not yet deem me fit of touching her goodies. After a while, she descended to my lower region, undoing the button of my jeans and pulling it off, finally letting my cock spring out. Being deprived of breathing space for so long, it looked happy to be free, and before long, Andie took it in her hands and began to stroke it. Her hands were soft and delicate, and she managed to manipulate my cock as though she were both squeezing and tickling it at the same time. I gasped in pleasure as she continued to handle me. “Suck me Andie”, I gasped, eager for a blowjob “Hey, I make the rules around here”, she said, looking at me with a scowl, “I don’t suck your dick unless I want to” “OK, at least a handjob”, I pleaded, rather amazed that I was being controlled like this by a woman. I’ve never been submissive in relationships, and I had always felt emasculated whenever Halle or someone else barked orders to me while having sex. But, to my surprise, I seemed to be enjoying this. “You just consider yourself lucky that I want to suck that your big black dick”, she said, as she clasped her mouth round my phallus Her mouth felt warm and nice around my cock, and despite the fact that there was a little bit of contact with her teeth, it was still a nice blowjob by all means. Perhaps because I had not felt any release in about a month (yes, I did not even masturbate), or maybe it was because of all the sexual teasing I had received earlier, but in no time, I felt my orgasm approach. I shut my eyes as my pleasure heightened, and cried out, “Oh yes Andie, I’m about to come now” “Come in my mouth”, she said, briefly removing my dick from her mouth before continuing to suck “Oh yes”, I screamed as I reached my climax and shot my load into her mouth. I assumed she would swallow my cum, but she surprised me even further when she spat it out into her hand and rubbed it all over her cunt. She shut her eyes as she began to masturbate, my semen serving as lubricant for her pussy. I did not even attempt to get up, but just sat there staring at her. She inserted one, and then two, and then three fingers into her cunt as she began to furiously finger herself, gently moaning a few obscenities, and causing another erection to start developing. “OK, you are going to fuck me now”, she said, “unless you have a problem” “Of course not”, I replied, also standing up. Both standing up, we began to kiss, our hands roaming each others’ back. I decided to take control once and for all, and guided her towards the wall. I pushed her gently so her back was resting against the wall, and then I gently lifted her legs and wrapped them around my butt. Her crotch was now within close proximity of mine, and I pushed in, inserting my cock into her pussy. She moaned out loud as I entered her, and her cunt was surprisingly tight for a woman who had given life to three children. I held on to her back as I began to pump in and out of her, my strong hands massaging her soft skin. I kissed her neck as I continued to ride, and she continued to moan and talk extremely dirty. “Oh yes Damon, fuck me, fuck me really hard like a fucking agent should, you are taking fucking 10% of my money, you might as well show me that you appreciate it, just fuck me” She had always seemed so mild-mannered, and although her behavior of the past hour or two had shown me how misled I was, I was still rather taken aback by her dirty talk. Like most other guys, I really got off on women talking dirty while I was pleasing them, and I was really getting off on this. She continued to yell “Oh yes, fuck me with your big black cock, fuck me, I thought you were rejecting me before, but now you want a piece of this. Oh yes, just fuck me.” I felt an orgasm approach once again, and just as I was telling myself that I was going to try and hold on till she reached orgasm herself, she began to yell “Oh yes, I’m about to come, I’m about to fucking come” We continued to dance in our rhythmic motion, until she held on for dear life, and I clung back as we both reached sexual nirvana. Even after the orgasms were over, we stayed in the same positions for about five minutes, before any of us recovered enough to even make any attempt to leave. We both collapsed on the sofa and gently kissed each other. “Thank you so much, it was really great”, Andie said eventually “Glad I could be of service”, I joked, brandishing a smile “You really were of service”, she smiled back, “I really needed that, I just hope I didn’t come on too strong” “Well you did”, I laughed, “but I’m definitely not complaining” “So I hope your girlfriend won’t mind”, she grinned mischievously “Actually”, I confessed, “I don’t have a girlfriend” “I knew that”, she said, giggling like a schoolgirl. After about another quarter hour of kissing and petting, I decided to leave, as there was still so much work left at the agency. I reluctantly began to put on my clothes, and bade her farewell. I was rather scared that she might want to see me again, but I guessed she knew, like I did, that this was a once-in-a-while thing, and was definitely leading nowhere. I definitely was not ready to start a relationship with another woman. I kissed her goodbye, and dashed out of the door. I was already in my car, and driving out of her compound, when I suddenly heard my name being called. Looking back, I saw Andie running after the car, struggling to keep her robe on as she ran. Wondering what could be so urgent, and rather amused at the funny sight, I stuck my head out of the car window. “Damon”, she said, heavily panting, “so what’s the name of the show that you want me to appear on?” JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 04 This story is a spin off of the successful and wildly popular "Journal of an Agent" by Carnage Jackson. At the end of Carnage’s story, the main character, Dean Simonds, faces a major dilemma, where he has to choose between staying in Hollywood with Alyssa Milano, or heading back east with Natalie Portman. Please note that this might not necessarily have been the ending Carnage had in mind, but is my own interpretation. I hope you all like this series, and all feedback is welcome at the link below. To the readers of my other series, "Dangerously in Love", I have no intention of ending that series anytime soon. I would like to thank Carnage Jackson for not only letting me use his characters and set-up, but for his constructive suggestions and criticism. If you are under 18, please refrain from reading this. To the rest of you, note that this story is completely fictional, and all similarities to real life people and occurrences are strictly coincidental. JOA: DAMON’S CHRONICLES 4: Tyra Banks It had been a very shitty couple of days since Christmas Eve, and I was thisclose to passing out due to frustration. My respect for the two Simonds men reached new heights after I realized that they had to go through this for so long. While Christmas season was the time of the year when people relaxed, families got together, and everybody had so much fun, the reverse seemed to be the case for agents. Not only did the stars expect us to do their bidding as usual, they even seemed to get out of hand more often than usual during this period, and naturally expected us to be at their beck and call. I had returned to the office on the night of Christmas Eve after my tryst with Andie, and pleased that the entire office was deserted, I settled to do a little more work, but I had hardly begun when I began to receive a barrage of phone calls. The stars were out partying as usual, and so many of them had gotten themselves into trouble with the law, and I had to go and bail them all out of trouble. At around 5 a.m. on Christmas morning, after bailing an ungrateful Shannon Doherty from a nightclub spat, I managed to get home and sleep through the entire morning. In my opinion, Dean had pampered these spoilt brats, and they had gotten used to their agent waiting on them hand-and-foot. If it were up to me, I would have handled them with an iron fist, since baby-sitting was not in my contract, but I did not want to screw up Dean’s legacy. Later that day, I went over to Mama’s place and enjoyed a very sumptuous Christmas dinner with my whole family. Several of my cousins had come from New York, and it was really nice to see everyone. My younger sister even announced that she was getting moving in with some white dude, and though it did not go too well with everyone in the family, Mama was her usual understanding self and encouraged Beverly (my sister) to go ahead with it as long as it made her happy. Naturally, everyone was interested in me and wanted to hear all the details of my interaction with all the stars. I was not so keen to talk about work, but they were so eager that I had to describe to Aunt Brenda what Denzel looked like up close, and tell my little nephews some details from the upcoming Matrix movies I had been able to wrangle out of Keanu (and swear them to secrecy). I couldn’t even fight off Cousin Jerry, who was begging me all evening to give his demo tape to Dr. Dre. All in all, it was a good evening, and it felt really good to be around loving family, and not bitchy actresses or egotistical actors. We all opened our presents (and I cursed myself for forgetting to open Ashley’s gift earlier in the day) and sat round the Christmas tree singing carols. I had to work the next day, so I left about midnight, and got stopped by a cop for speeding. The next day at work was rather uneventful. I had given Ashley the day off, so I had to do most of the work by myself. I think I made quite a bit of progress with my end-of-the-year accounting, and managed to successfully place some orders for some high tech equipment to replace the archaic stuff we’d been using since Dean’s era. I had a few actors come in to renegotiate their deals, but all in all, the day passed without much ado. On the 27th of December, two days after Christmas, I was in the office as usual, working my ass off, when Ashley knocked on my door, and I called for her to come in. She appeared to have had a makeover during Christmas, as she looked almost stunning. Her blonde hair was all nice and straightened out, and she was wearing this tight pink dress. I almost did a double take when I glanced at her, causing her to smile demurely. “Thanks for the bag, Damon” she said, still smiling “I hope you liked it”, I said, quickly adding, “I’ve been really busy, so I haven’t had time to open any presents. I am so sorry”. Her face fell when I said this, but she brightened up almost immediately, and almost looked relieved “I’m sure I will love whatever it is you give me”, I added “Thanks”, she said, “well, there’s someone here to see you” “Who is it?”, I asked, not really eager to meet anybody at present “He refused to give me a name, he says he’s a relative of yours”, she said I assumed it must be one of my cousins or something, so I asked Ashley to let him in. She nodded and left, and about a minute later, I heard a loud knock on my door. “Come in”, I yelled I had only seen him once in my life, and that was almost 25 years ago, but I immediately recognized the large black man who stood at the door as it opened. Intense anger prevented me from showing my utter shock at seeing him. What the fuck did he want? “Merry Christmas Damon Junior”, he said with a smile, revealing a few gold teeth “How may I help you?”, I asked without betraying any emotion “Come on son, you might at least call me Dad”, he said, coming into the office and shutting the door behind him “Once again, how may I help you?”, I asked firmly “Can’t a dad come and say hello to his little boy?”, he asked, looking hurt “You are not my dad and I am not your little boy, so tell me what you want before I call security to escort you out”, I bellowed with anger “Take it easy, I just came to tell you how proud I am of you, Mr. Hotshot Agent”, he said, sitting down “I did not ask you to sit down”, I said, though I knew that would not make him get up, “I need you to leave. I don’t need you, I became everything I am without you, and I do not need you now that I am big” “I will not be spoken to like that”, he said in a surge of anger that eerily reminded me of myself whenever I got angry, “I am your father” I sat down and stared at the man who was sitting across me, the man whose blood I shared, the man I hardly knew. I was a spitting image of him physically, although he obviously looked like he was well into his 60’s. I wanted to scream at him, tell him how much I hated him, but I knew it would be a lie as I knew that I was incapable of hating him. We stared at each other in silence as I flashed back to my childhood days, to the numerous times when I cried and cried because I so wanted to know this man who sat right in front of me. Having a father-figure would have been so helpful as a kid, growing up in the hood. Being picked on by neighborhood bullies, withstanding the temptation to give in to peer pressure and experiment with drugs and crime, even in college when I got injured and it seemed like my entire world was crumbling, where was the asshole when I needed him? I had seen him only once in my life, when I was six years old. Without Mama’s knowledge, I went looking for him after figuring out his identity from my birth certificate. I remember knocking on the door of his apartment with trepidation. It was a dilapidated and scary-looking building, and I clearly had no business being there all by myself. I knew Mama would give me a major ass-whooping if she found out, but even then, it would be worth it if I got to meet my Daddy. Full of beans, I continued to knock as hard as I could, until I heard a deep and raspy voice usher me in. I opened the door, and was immediately blinded by smoke. I did not know what kind of smoke it was, but I did not care. I coughed a little and looked closer, and saw on the couch a man whom I immediately knew had to be my dad, flanked by two female companions, who were totally naked. My father was topless, but was thankfully wearing a pair of shorts. My heart swelled with excitement as I whispered, “Are you Mr. Damon Bradley?” “Yes kid”, he replied, “what do you want?” “I think you are my Daddy”, I said breathlessly He looked rather bewildered for a few moments, and was obviously a bit taken aback. Eyeing me up and down, he asked me who I was “My name is Damon”, I said excitedly, “Damon Brill” “Oh, Lisa’s son”, he inquired, looking wary “Yes”, I said, “her name is Lisa Brill, and she is my mom. I think she named me after you” “Look boy”, he said, lazily stretching his body while still seated on the beat-up sofa, “I don’t know what that bitch told you, but I don’t have a son” “But look”, I said, pulling out a piece of paper from my pocket, “this paper says that my Daddy is Mr. Damon Bradley. That’s you” He suddenly got up, almost looking venomous, and walked towards me as if he was going to attack me. I walked backwards towards the door, looking scared, and totally unable to believe what was going on. I had been anticipating a triumphant homecoming, with my dad happy to see his long lost son and giving me hugs and kisses, but staring into his bloodshot eyes, I could see that was the case “Tell your mom”, he barked, “never to send you here again” Without saying a word, I tearfully backed out of the door and ran all the way down the dark stairwell outside, and for the ten blocks till I got to our house. I never forgot that incident, even though I never once mentioned it to Mama or any of my sisters. I had never set eyes on him since that day, and looking across the table at him, I pictured the angry man with the bloodshot eyes fiercely walking towards me as he was going to attack me “I am not going to ask you this again”, I said firmly, “how may I help you?” “Son”, he said, “I’m sorry I was not there for you when you were younger, but its not too late” “It is too late”, I cried, my voice rising, “where were you when I needed a father, when I got beat up at school, when Mama’s boyfriends were mean to us, my high school football games, my graduation? I bet you didn’t know that I was homecoming king in high school, or that I suffered a devastating injury that stopped me from playing football. Where were you then?” “I am not going to pretend I was a good father”, he said, “but I want to start now” “I don’t have a father”, I bellowed, “I’ve never had a father, and I never will. You are just some guy my mother named me after” “Damon my boy”, he pleaded, “just hear me out” “What do you have to say for yourself?”, I demanded, “before I have security throw you out” “I am really proud that you have made something of yourself”, he said, “I don’t want your money or anything, I just want to get to know my son” “You are twenty-eight years too late for that”, I whispered, “Please leave immediately”. Without saying a word, he stood up and strode resplendently out of the room. I watched him leave, wondering if I had been too harsh, whether I should have given him a chance. I hoped that was the last I would ever see of him. I had heard of so many people who, after they had made it big, their fathers came back crawling. I guess I was in that category now. 2Pac’s words from his hit song “Dear Mama” resonated in my head “No love for my Daddy cos’ the coward wasn’t there, he passed away and I didn’t cry, cos my anger wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger. They say I’m young and I’m heartless, but all along I was looking for a father he was gone”. Maybe I should have given him a chance, I thought to myself. What if the man was for real and had changed his ways? This was another similarity between myself and Dean, I thought to myself, not having grown up with a father. At least his old man had been gracious enough to leave him this establishment before he croaked. My own father had not even been involved with my life, had not contributed to anything, and I had to get everything I owned on my own. I was so lost in thought that I did not notice that Ashley had entered the room and was standing by my side “Are you alright, Damon?”, she asked, touching the top of my head “I’m great Ashley”, I replied, ‘thanks for asking” “I couldn’t help overhearing some of your conversation with your father…” “He’s not my father”, I snapped, interrupting her. We were both silent for a few moments before I profusely apologized “I don’t know what came over me Ashley”, I said, pulling her onto my lap, “I’m sorry for yelling at you” “I understand”, she said with a smile, “Just know that if you ever need to talk, I’m always here” “I hate that bastard”, I suddenly said, clenching my fists together, “I hate him, I hate him” “Don’t let him affect you”, she said, stroking my neck while still sitting on my lap, “Look at you, you got everything in life by yourself. You’ve made it this far without him” “Thanks Ashley”, I said, smiling at her. As our eyes met, I suddenly sensed desire, though I did not know if it was coming from me or from her. Nonetheless, I could not take my eyes away from hers, and as our faces moved closer together, a kiss seemed inevitable. Every sense in me screamed at me, asking me what I was doing, but I did not seem to be able to stop. I knew I had no business kissing her, not only was I her boss, but we were good friends, and I considered myself like a big brother to her. She was still a teenager, how could I be doing this? We were merely inches away, and she smelt heavenly. I looked questioningly in her eyes, and could see deep desire. I decided to damn the consequences and just go ahead, and just as our lips were about to meet, I heard my cell phone ring. “Saved by the bell”, I thought as I immediately sprang away. As I reached for my phone, I suddenly came to my senses, and thanked heaven that I did not go ahead with what I was about to do. The consequences would have been too adverse, and a vulnerable young girl’s heart would have been on the line. I answered the phone, and the call turned out to be from Kweisi Mfume, the President of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). He was calling to remind me about the NAACP annual end of year dinner which was taking place that evening, where I was to be one of the honorees. Needless to say, my appointment as head of Shooting Star had caused a lot of jubilation in the black community, as it was rare for a black man or woman to be in such a position in Hollywood. In fact, I still felt a little guilty that I had not used my position to the benefit of black actors as much as a lot of people felt I should. It was not my fault though, there was just a dearth of good roles for actors of color, and as my good friend Vivica Fox always said, Hollywood was the only place on earth where people could refuse to employ based on race, and one could not sue for discrimination. How many times had I called a leading director to lobby for a role for a black actor or actress, and was greeted with a phrase like “Sorry, but we really don’t want to go black for that role”. In any case, I was still one of the guests of honor at the gala, alongside other reputable black people in the country. I promised Mr. Mfume that I would be at the occasion promptly, and hung up. Ashley had already left the office, no doubt feeling embarrassed by what had almost transpired between us. As I returned to my work, I promised never to let myself fall into that kind of situation ever again. I arrived at the Sheraton Hotel, where the function was taking place, shortly after 9 p.m. I realized a few hours before that I was supposed to show up with a date, and since there was no way I could get anyone to come on short notice, I decided to take my youngest sister, 20 year old Erica. She had been ecstatic when I asked her to accompany me, and let me know before hand that she would desert me as soon as she saw Taye Diggs, whom she absolutely adored. “Taye’s married”, I said to her in horror “He’s going to leave that hoochie as soon as he sees me”, she joked as we exited our limousine and walked into the hotel. I had been scared that I came late, but as soon as we stepped in, I realized that there was still had ample time, as the event was nowhere near commencement. As I hung around the lobby, making idle chitchat with some other people whom I was familiar with. Erica had gone into hysterics when she spotted so many famous people just milling around, and had threatened to twist my arm if I did not introduce her to Oprah. I had done so, and was talking with Michael Jordan at a corner of the lobby when the room suddenly got much brighter. Beyonce Knowles had just walked in, looking stunning in a bright red dress with slits at the side. My heart slipped a few beats, and I quickly excused myself from Michael as I prepared to go and talk to her. I had been attracted to Beyonce for such a long time, ever since I first saw her in a Destiny’s Child video several years ago. She was so beautiful, and belied maturity and elegance beyond her years. I remember clearly the first time I ever laid eyes on her. She was a client of the firm, and had secured the female lead in the third installment of Austin Powers shortly before I joined the firm. It was a sunny afternoon in the summer of 2002, the week before the movie opened in theaters, and she came into the office to discuss some issues with Dean. I do not think I have ever been more embarrassed than I was that day. My friend had sent me some lewd images in some email attachment, and since my workload was rather light that day, I was at my computer giggling at the naked chicks, and my hand coincidentally happened to be on my crotch area. “It sure seems like you’re having fun there”, I heard a female voice say behind me. I turned around, and there stood Beyonce, looking as cute as ever in a white T-shirt and blue jeans shorts. She looked so adorable despite the fact that she did not have any make-up on, and she was currently looking amused, having caught me looking at porn. I immediately stood up, and tried to explain the situation, but she did not look disgusted, only amused. I bemoaned my bad luck that the girl I had fancied for so long had to catch me in such an awkward situation. Well, I never would have had a snowball’s chance in hell with her anyways. Wait a minute, I was actually screwing Halle Berry back then, so I had to count for something, but Beyonce was so beautiful, so divine, that she would not even glance at scum like me twice. She had been linked with so many people on the tabloids, and I always wondered how much of those were true. I always felt like someone had plunged a dagger in my heart when I read the latest story linking her with another rapper or sports player. I had of course met her a few times after becoming head of Shooting Star. The success of Goldmember had spurred her to want to take a career in acting seriously, so she came in a few times. We talked cordially, though I was always so self-conscious because I was convinced she had not forgotten her first ever impression of me. However, this evening, seeing her walk into the hotel lobby flanked by two other girls, whom I later recognized to be Kelly and Michelle, her band mates (funny how two otherwise stunning women can fade into the background when a beacon of light walks amidst them), I was determined to go and say something to her. I thanked my stars as she walked away from her two friends and headed in another direction. I quickened my pace as I walked towards her, thinking of something to say. Come on, I was her agent, I was being honored by the NAACP tonight, there were a million things I could possibly talk about. If things went well, I could ask her out, and possibly begin something. My mind was already exploring candlelit dates, romantic weekends in the Hamptons, and Beyonce in a white wedding dress, when I suddenly froze, perplexed, as she walked right into the arms of rapper Jay-Z, and they began to passionately make out right in the middle of the room. JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 04 Beyonce had actually been dating Shawn Carter, also known as Jay-Z, for several months now. I had not been too bothered when it started, but as it became more and more serious, I began to get concerned. Report after report came, that they were spotted together in the South of France, that they were moving in together, that they were engaged. A few of those of course turned out to be false, but enough were true to make me insanely jealous. He was 12 years older than her, what did she see in him that was so special? I really did not want to dislike Shawn (or Jay, or Jigga, or Hova, or any of his other one hundred or so monikers), because he was an absolutely nice guy in real life. He was unlike most of the other rappers – he hardly drank, he did not under any circumstances smoke weed or do drugs, he did not party excessively, and had a really good personality. I also admired him, as he was one of the most astute businessmen I had ever met. He had built such a fortune for himself, his Rocafella empire spreading to encompass fashion, movies, and wine production. He hardly mingled with other rappers, and hung out with the likes of Donald Trump. He had even been the first ever rapper to be interviewed on “60 Minutes”. Luckily, the event was starting, and still in a crappy mood, I entered the banquet hall alongside the other guests. I looked around for my sister, and saw her talking with some actor, so I decided to go and locate my seat. To my annoyance, I had been placed next to supermodel Tyra Banks. I had nothing against Tyra, I had hardly even met her, but I generally have an aversion against models. Once again, not due to any stereotypes, just a few really bad dating experiences I have had with them. They tended to be very egotistical and selfish people, and I hoped I wouldn’t have to converse too much with her. The evening went on, a couple of speeches here and there, and a little bit of entertainment. Both to my relief and annoyance, Tyra seemed to totally ignore the fact that I was in the room, let alone next to her, she was totally in conversation with the person on the other side of her, while I talked idly with the man next to me, a former jazz singer or something. Eventually, my name was announced, and amid a torrent of applause, I had to go onstage to give my speech. My eyes caught Halle Berry’s as I walked towards the stage. There seemed to be a mixture of hatred and regret there, and I was a bit marveled as to how much I couldn’t care less. This was a woman with whom I had been involved for a year, and had shared some intimate moments, and she could be another stranger for all I cared. Assuring myself for the millionth time that I had done the right thing in ending things with her, I reached my destination and reached into my coat pocket for my speech, only to realize that it wasn’t there. Ashley was to have written it for me, and I should have collected it from her earlier in the day, but the incident between us had made us forget about it, and I cursed my bad luck, meaning I had to totally improvise a speech. Luckily, I happen to be quite skilled at coming up with things on cue, so for a few minutes, I rambled as I made up some stuff up off the top of my head about how proud I was to be black. Convinced I had done a good job, I ended to moderate applause, and I made my way back to my seat. I was happy, both that I had managed not to make a fool of myself, and also that my seat seemed to be exactly as I had left it, except for one slight difference. Tyra Banks was glaring at me with admiration and interest on her face as I approached my seat. I wondered if I was mistaken, she did not even acknowledge my presence before, and we hadn’t even talked all evening, except for the time we shook hands when we were introduced. “Oh my God, I did not know you were the head of Shooting Star”, she said as I sat down “Oh yeah, Damon Brill, nice to meet you”, I said coldly, looking at her “I did not make the connection”, she said almost apologetically, “I was shocked when they announced your name and you got off. I have been sitting next to the biggest agent in Hollywood all evening and I didn’t even know it” “Oh yeah, how unfortunate”, I said sarcastically “I’m sure it’s not too late to make up for that”, she said with an evil smile, as she placed her hands on my thighs, totally taking me by surprise. I did not know how to react, as she was coming on to me so directly. I was of course getting extremely turned on. I might dislike models in theory, but Tyra was one of the hottest models in the world, and I was not going to turn her down for the teeny fact that she was suddenly interested in me just because I happened to be somebody important. Most guys in America would have willingly given one of their balls to sleep with such a gorgeous model, and I wasn’t an exception. Well, I did not know where this was going, but I’d be interested in finding out. Her hand was sliding up now, and as it reached my crotch area and fiddled with my zipper, I suddenly had a concern “What about Chris?”, I inquired, referring to Chris Webber, the Sacramento Kings forward who happened to be her fiancé. “The Kings have an away game”, she simply said, signifying that we were in no danger of getting caught. My zipper was undone now, and her hand had made its way underneath my boxer shorts, clasping my erect penis, and gently stroking it. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but luckily, we seemed to be discreet enough to remain clandestine. Honestly, if anyone had seen, I doubt that I would have cared much. However, Tyra’s next words surprised me “Let’s ditch this boring party and go to your place”, she whispered into my ear “I can’t”, I protested feebly, “It’s not over yet, and it might be considered rude” She replied by stroking my balls, and the surge of pleasure that rushed through me made me realize that I was defenseless, and was going to have to accede to her demand. I quickly agreed, and mildly excusing myself, I walked over to where my sister was seated. “Hey Sis”, I said, as I reached her table, where she was seated next to Larenz Tate, a young actor whom I was quite friendly with, and whom, from the look of things, was familiarizing himself with my baby sister “What’s up man”, I greeted him, before turning to my sister, “I’m going to have to leave now, so you don’t have to bother to look for me when this is over, just look for the limo and leave. And don’t come to my place, tell the driver to drop you off and go back to the office, understand?” “It looks like someone’s getting lucky tonight”, Erica teased “Yo man, your sister’s going home with me tonight”, joked Larenz “You know I’ll break your bones, son” I joked back as I left the two of them alone, my brotherly instincts naturally getting me a bit annoyed, and hoping Larenz did not do anything with my sister. I got back to Tyra, and we eventually walked out of the building in a hurry. The Rev. Jesse Jackson was in the middle of a speech while I left the room, and I was so positive that I was going to get an angry phone call from him the next day, but at that point, I couldn’t care. I was going to fuck the brains out of the lovely Tyra Banks, nothing else mattered. “Nice place”, Tyra said, as we walked into my penthouse, which I had moved into shortly after breaking up with Halle. “Thanks, I just got it”, I replied “So where were we”, said Tyra, as walked towards me and began to kiss me. The journey to my place had been in record time. It turned out Tyra had driven herself to the party in a Porsche, and since she had to drive, we could not do anything on the way back. But she was an insanely fast driver, and with a look of lust and desperation on her beautiful face, she cruised the streets at over 80 mph. I was a bit worried as it was just after 11 p.m., and there was still quite a bit of traffic, but I was distracted by her dress, which was spiked high up her legs, providing me with a more than generous view of her thighs. I was tempted to touch her, but I wanted to appear cool, so I laid back and suppressed my desire. Looking back, its rather strange that we did not utter a single word to each other during the duration of the trip. Well, there we were kissing, as I ran my legs up her back. She was incredibly tall, almost 6 feet, and was one of the tallest, if not the tallest, women I had ever been with. Still standing up, we continued to kiss as we made our way to my bedroom. Her hands were busy, taking off my coat and throwing it on the floor, before unloosening my tie and doing the same. She was an incredibly great kisser, and our tongues were hard at work right now. My pants were still securely tightened, and my dick felt like it was going to burst out at any moment. I undid the zipper behind the black dress she was wearing, and let it gently fall to the floor. She was only in a pair of matching black Victoria’s Secret (duh) bra and panties, and all of sudden, I was the one who had more clothes on. She remedied this situation by beginning to unbutton my white shirt, and as soon as she threw it on the floor, began to rub my back with her long and soft fingers. I moaned in delight as we continued to kiss. At this point, we were at the door of my room. My bed looked so large and inviting, and I could not wait to have my debut sexual action on it. I hardly ever slept there anyways, I usually crashed on the couch in front of my big screen TV, so my bed was still properly well made from the last time I had my cleaning lady come over a week before. She pushed my onto the bed, and began to undo my belt as she knelt in front of me. The room was rather dark, as only a small lamp was on, and she looked really sexy as her chocolate skin glowed in the dim light. My pants came off, and my penis finally broke free after she gently removed my boxer shorts. She took the cock into her mouth began to suck. Her tongue gently massaged my cock as she continued to devour, causing me to moan with pleasure. I gasped as her talented mouth continued to fellate me “Oh yes Tyra, suck me baby”, I continued to moan, until I heard the doorbell ring. I cursed, and toyed with the idea of refusing to answer it, but I imagined it was quite important, for someone to come at such a late hour. Looking at my watch, I realized that it was not even midnight yet, but I decided to answer nonetheless. I reluctantly pulled Tyra away from my dick and told her I’d be back in a minute. She grumbled a little bit, and then lay back on my bed and began to masturbate. I was totally aroused watching this, but I had to tear myself away, especially as the person at the door was vigorously pressing the doorbell. I reached the door and opened it, and there stood Ashley, my assistant, looking a little bit distressed, but cute as ever. Her long blonde hair was straightened out, and she was dressed in a red UCLA sweater (which I immediately looked upon with disdain, since I was a Trojan, and hated the Bruins) and black jeans. I was a little bit uncomfortable with her just dropping by like this, as I had female company. “Ashley”, I said in surprise, “What are you doing here?” “Sorry I didn’t call, but I just had to see you”, she said, coming in and closing the door, “I couldn’t sleep and I needed to talk” “Talk?”, I asked, feeling apprehensive and scared, “About what?” “Damon, I needed to talk about us. I don’t…”, she suddenly paused as she looked at the clothes on the floor, and for the first time, seemed to notice that I was only clad in boxer shorts, and began to stare at my well toned chest. “How come you took all your clothes off on the floor?”, she asked, “You boys are so messy. Her face suddenly fell as she saw the black dress that was on the floor, and suddenly realized that a woman was over. Guilt swept through me, even though I knew there was no reason for me to feel bad. At the worst possible moment, Tyra appeared in the living room where we were both standing, totally naked. Totally ignoring Ashley’s presence, she walked right behind me, and holding my hand, she whispered in my ear “Tyra needs some loving, baby” Ashley looked horrified, and without speaking a word, she fled out of the apartment. I knew that I should have gone after her to set her straight, but for some reason, mostly due to the fact that a hot, naked model was standing right next to me, I was transfixed. “Who was that?”, Tyra gently asked as she reached for my crotch while nibbling on my earlobe “That was my assistant”, I replied, getting turned on, and all feelings of guilt miraculously abandoning me, “Um, she came over to get some, um, files”, I lied. I turned around and began to kiss her, my hands running over her bare back as she pushed my boxers down and cupped my butt in her hands. She began to massage it, causing me to giggle. My mouth left hers, and continued to travel down, taking her 34-C breasts in my mouth. My hands were traveling up and down her body as my tongue continued to tease her nipples, causing her to cry out louder than I had ever heard any woman I had been with cry before “OH YES”, she cried, “SUCK MY BOOBS, OH YES BABY” I pushed her against the sofa and lowered my mouth to her hot pussy. I inserted a finger at first, and it felt so warm, soaking it with viscous juices. Without further ado, I lowered my mouth onto her cunt and began to suck. My tongue made its way into her slit as she continued to yell out loud. Her head was leaning back against the chair and her long hair scattered all over her face. She was rubbing her breasts with her hands, and my own hands were wrapped around her waist. Despite the fact that it was late December, the room was rather hot, due less to the heating than the sexual activity going on there. My tongue eventually made contact with her clitoris, and she began to yell even louder “OH YES, SUCK ME, SUCK MY PUSSY, JUST LICK ME, DAMON” I continued to obey her demands as my mouth continued to roam her pussy. My right hand had already reached her ass, and without thinking, I inserted a finger into her ass hole. She seemed to enjoy this, as she squirmed and screamed even more, and announced that she was about to come. I was extremely turned on, and was even tempted to use my remaining hand to tend to my own needs, but I was sure there was going to be a lot of tending to me in the future, so I decided to pay full attention to Tyra. “OH DAMON”, she screamed, “I’M COMING, I’M COMING, OH YES, I’M FUCKING COMING”. Her orgasm arrived with a huge scream, causing me to wonder if she always screamed this much during sex, or if she was just feeling particularly horny tonight. I lifted her up the couch, and briefly kissing her, I pushed her against the wall and spread her legs apart as I inserted my rock hard cock into her. She moaned as it entered her, and it felt so damn good in there. I continued to ride her, moving in a rhythmic motion, my pelvis grinding into hers as my dick continued to pleasure her. We continued to moan obscenities as we fucked each other. I tried to get my mind off Ashley as I fucked Tyra, but it was almost impossible. It was so hard not to feel guilty, and I knew I had done the wrong thing in refusing to run off after her. I wondered what she had come to say to me, and how important it was. She probably wanted to talk about the kiss that almost happened. It had probably meant something to her, and her hopes had been dashed when she saw me with some model/actress. I only hoped it would not affect her work or make her quit. I didn’t know what I would do without her. The fact that I had been able to adapt so quickly after Dean’s departure was totally because of Ashley’s assistance, and it would be a blow if anything happened. I was beginning to lose my hard on from thinking, so I returned my thoughts to the present love making session that was going on. I was still vigorously pumping into Tyra against the wall, and I began to kiss her neck, causing her to yell in even greater pleasure. She actually dug her fingers into my back, her long finger nails bruising me in the process, but it was bittersweet, the sheer eroticism of it, as well as the pleasure I was getting from the fucking, not allowing me to feel much pain. My orgasm was near, and I whispered into her ear that I was about to come. She announced that she was also near orgasm, which made me rather proud of myself, that I had successfully been able to bring her near orgasm twice. We screamed again and again until we both came, and then collapsed on the floor. I took her in my arms, and we began to kiss, when I suddenly heard my cell phone ring from inside my pants, which were lying on the floor. I reached for it and brought it to my ear, wondering if it could be Ashley. Almost an hour had passed since she left, and I hoped she got home alright. It was a male voice that was at the other end “Is this Mr. Damon Brill?”, I heard someone ask “Yes, this is Damon speaking, how may I help you?” “Do you know a Miss Ashley Richards?”, the man asked “Oh my God, is Ashley alright?”, I asked, my heart leaping into my mouth “This is Dr. McAllister from the UCLA Medical Center. Miss Richards was in a car accident about thirty minutes ago, and was brought here” “Oh my God”, I said, not believing what I was hearing “We have called you, Mr. Brill”, continued the doctor, “because Miss Richards has you listed as her next-of-kin on her emergency form. What is your relationship with her?” “I’m her boss”, I said softly, “please tell me Ashley is OK” “Not to alarm you, Mr. Brill, but it does not look too good right now. She thankfully hasn’t fractured any bones, though some were damaged, and she suffered a concussion, and is still in a coma. But she should survive” “I’ll be right there in a second”, I said, hanging up as I quickly put my clothes on. I could not believe this. I was responsible for Ashley getting herself into a car accident, and of course was never going to forgive myself “What’s the matter?”, Tyra asked. I had even totally forgotten she was still in the room “I need to go to the hospital, my assistant was in an accident” “Is she OK?”, Tyra asked “I hope so”, I said, as I dashed out of the door. However, I was held back by a naked Tyra, who held on to my arms “I know this is the last thing you want to hear now”, she said, ‘but I really enjoyed this, and I’ll see you around sometime” “Alright, bye”, I said, giving her a perfunctory peck on the cheek, before rushing out to my jeep. It was a wonder that I managed to avoid an accident myself as I rushed to the hospital. My mind was riddled with guilt and worry. It was absolutely my fault that Ashley had gotten into this accident. I had treated the poor girl shabbily, and who knew what was going to happen to her. If only I had rushed after her, she would not be in this predicament now. She actually had me listed as her next of kin. What about her family? I suddenly marveled as to how little I knew about this girl. I never even bothered to wonder about her life outside of work, even though she took care of every little detail of mine. I had never even stopped to wonder why such a young girl was working and not attending school. I was such a jackass, and would never forgive myself if anything serious happened to her. I ran several red lights, and was several miles over the speed limit, and it was a wonder that I did not get caught. I got to the hospital and found a place to park, and just as I was getting out of the car, my eyes suddenly fell on the gift that Ashley had given me for Christmas three days earlier, which I had been so insensitive I never even bothered to open. God, I was such a jerk. I grabbed it and ran into the UCLA Medical Center as fast as I could. I eventually was able to locate the ER ward, and after signing a few papers and going through some rigmarole, I was able to visit Ashley in her ward. She looked rather peaceful, as she slept, several parts of her body bandaged up. She was connected to some life-support machine, which seemed to be ticking steadily. The doctor anticipated she would get out of her coma in about a day, and hopefully make enough progress to be discharged in less than a month. I could have killed myself right there, just looking at her innocent face, and wondering how I could have been so heartless to cause such damage to her life JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 04 “I am so sorry Ashley”, I whispered as soon as we were alone in the room, “could you possibly forgive me?” I decided to once-and-for-all open the package which was still in my arms in pristine condition. I quietly undid the gift wrap, and I saw that it was indeed a book. Examination of the front cover revealed that it contained 100 classic love poems. I smiled at Ashley’s thoughtfulness and how romantic it was. No wonder she did not want me to open it right there in her presence, she probably was too shy. I flipped the cover page, and right there on the first page was a message in Ashley’s handwriting. The words were as thus “I saw this book and thought of you; I saw just about everything and thought of you” Oh my God, this chick was in love with me. What the fuck had I done? JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 05 This story series is a spin off of the successful and wildly popular "Journal of an Agent" by Carnage Jackson. At the end of Carnage’s story, the main character, Dean Simonds, faces a major dilemma, where he has to choose between staying in Hollywood with Alyssa Milano, or heading back east with Natalie Portman. Please note that this might not necessarily have been the ending Carnage had in mind, but is my own interpretation. If you are under 18, please refrain from reading this. To the rest of you, note that this story is completely fictional, and all similarities to real life people and occurrences are strictly coincidental. All feedback is welcome at the link below. JOA: DAMON’S CHRONICLES 5: Rose McGowan The next few weeks passed by in a blur. Honestly, I scarcely remember doing anything other than sitting in the hospital room next to Ashley as she lay on her bed, wallowing in guilt, and hoping she woke up soon. Once her condition was stable enough, I had her transferred to a much more lucrative hospital, St. Catherine’s. Sarah Michelle Gellar, a client of mine, had received treatment there several months ago after being attacked by some psycho in Malibu, and I was sure the services rendered there were top-notch. I was surprised as to how popular Ashley was among the clients. She must have left such a good impression on them whenever they dropped by the firm, as so many big-name actors and actresses dropped by as soon as they heard of her predicament. Mandy Moore was in tears as when she saw Ashley in her comatose state, and I had to be firm almost to the point of rudeness before she would leave. Ashley’s rather spacious hospital room appeared so cramped, due to the myriad of balloons, flowers and other gifts that her sympathizers and well-wishers had dropped, making it difficult for me, as I was practically living there, and had to bring all my work in. While all my friends were partying away on New Years’ Eve, I was right there, next to Ashley, praying for her swift recuperation. The idea of partying away with P. Diddy while my assistant was unconscious in a hospital room made no sense to me. It was my fault that she was in such a position, and I was going to stay with her until she recovered. Two weeks into the New Year, Ashley received surprising visits by two different people within hours of each other. First, Dean dropped by, sans Natalie, from the East Coast to check on Ashley. He had of course been one of the first people I informed when Ashley got into the accident. After all, he was the one who hired her in the first place. Still, I had no idea he was going to take the time to come down, and I had been shocked to see him walk into the room that afternoon. The East Coast must have been good to him, as he looked far more relaxed and better than I had ever seen him. Of course, it probably was impossible to be unhappy when you lived with Natalie Portman. The thought of Natalie suddenly filled me with guilt as Dean approached, all smiles, a bunch of flowers in his hands. If only he knew that I had betrayed his friendship and trust by sleeping with his girl, and even worse, I was so fixated on her, and could not stop comparing any girl I met to her. "Yo Damon, what’s cracking, bro.” Dean said loudly as we embraced "Dude, I told you many time to chill with the black talk. It sounds pathetic on you", I joked "It’s good to see you", he said, as we released each other "What a surprise", I exclaimed, "I assume you came down to see Ashley" "Yeah it’s really unfortunate", he replied sadly, glancing at her as she lay on the bed, "I hope she’ll be fine" "The doctors say she’ll be right as rain in to time", I assured him, sounding a lot more convinced than I felt, "she did not suffer any long-term damage" I briefly toyed with the idea of telling Dean the whole story, and how I felt responsible for the entire accident, but for some reason, I just couldn’t. I had kept it to myself all along, and I knew that if anyone would understand, it would be him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I decided to change the topic. "So how’s Natalie doing? Is she here too?” Great, I thought to myself, of all possible subjects to bring up, I had to mention the woman we both possibly loved. "No she had some important papers to write", he replied as I tried to mask my disappointment, "She would have loved to be here", he continued, "but maybe next time". I wondered if Natalie deliberately made an excuse in order to avoid me. But I figured she didn’t care so much about me as to want to avoid me. She was happy with Dean, and he was equally happy, as I could see. "So congratulations", Dean said, patting me on the back, "I see the firm is running smoothly, or at least I hope so" "Thanks" I replied, "Things are going well. Profits are up 10% from last year, and I guess our clients are doing well" "By the way, Colin Farrell and Britney at that premiere. Was that your idea?” I nodded coyly "Genius", he proclaimed, "Genius" "I learned from the best", I replied "Even I couldn’t have managed that coup", he replied with a wink. "By the way, congratulations on the newest Hollywood Power rankings" "What are you talking about?” I asked him "Variety just published the list of Hollywood’s most powerful people. I guess I am even more up-to-date than you are" "You know I don’t really care about such things", I replied "How many times do I have to drum it into your big bald head?” he scolded jokingly, "Any press is good press" "I guess so", I replied, "so I guess I shouldn’t have turned down the front cover of Black Enterprise magazine" "You turned it down? Why?" he asked "Rule number two", I recited, "I am supposed to stay in the background, and not try and make myself into a bigger star than my clients" "Good boy", Dean praised "So, now that we are done with your lecture", I joked, "What was Shooting Star’s position on the Power thing?" "You were number two", he replied, "right behind those guys at Antamount Studios" "Oh great", I said, "that’s the best piece of news I’ve heard in a while" "Problems in your personal life?” Dean chided, "Anything you want to share?" "Nothing major", I replied, "Why don’t we go out for lunch and catch up, I want to hear all that has been going on with you" "I’m sorry dude", replied Dean, "but I have to leave now, I’m only in town for a few hours. My plane leaves very soon" "Well then", I said, "why don’t I see you off to the airport?" "I appreciate it", he replied, "but I know you’re kind of busy and all" "Alright then, I’ll see you next time you’re in town", I replied I spent the next few hours sorting out some papers that I had someone from work bring in. I kept lamenting to myself that all I ever seemed to do was paperwork, as one would think that being a Hollywood agent would be all glamorous. I briefly went out for a quick lunch at the McDonalds down the street, and as I walked back into the room, loudly munching on a quarter-pounder, I was surprised to see Beyoncé Knowles standing in the room. Now, I’d had the biggest crush on Beyoncé for ages, ever since I met her under embarrassing circumstances over a year ago. I never was courageous enough to make a move though, besides, she always seemed to be dating different people in the industry, and if the rumors were true, she seemed to have a predilection for rappers. Currently, she had been dating Jay-Z, and the relationship seemed serious, much to my jealousy. In any case, I was surprised to see her standing next to Ashley’s bed, looking as dazzling as ever. She was dressed simply, in a white tank top and black pants, yet I couldn’t stop obsessing over how beautiful she looked. She simply grinned as she saw me walk in, her white teeth forming a smile, which made me desire her even more. "What a surprise", I said, as she walked closer. I quickly threw my burger into a nearby trashcan and hoped my onion breath wouldn’t turn her off. "Hi Damon, nice to see you", she said, as we embraced, our cheeks making contact as she pressed her supple breasts into me. "I guess you came by to see Ashley", I said, "I didn’t know you two knew each other" "Well, I don’t really know her", she replied, "but I heard that she got into a serious accident, so I thought I’d drop by and see how she was doing" "That’s really nice of you, although I was actually flattered for a second that it was me you came to see" I joked. We both laughed, and made small talk for a few more minutes, chatting about her career, the agency, and some industry gossip, before she had to go. I silently cursed to myself, as I really was not eager to let her go. I felt a bit guilty that I was feeling this way when a young girl was lying unconscious in the room because of me, but I brushed aside those feelings. I walked her to the elevator, and as she was about to go in, I suddenly found myself holding her back "Beyoncé, I know you’re probably seeing someone right now", I said, knowing that she was definitely seeing someone, but deciding to take my chances anyway, "but I was just wondering if, you know, maybe me and you could do something sometime" "Damon, are you asking me out?" she asked, smiling coyly "Well, not exactly asking you out", I retreated, "just wanted to see if you wanted to grab a meal, you know, as in agent to client" "Sure, why not", she said, "why don’t you give me a call sometime and we can fix something" "Alright then", I said, feeling a little deflated that I had chickened out of asking her out directly, "I’ll see you later" I began to walk away towards Ashley’s room, when she called me back "Damon", said, "Are you going to be at the party next week?" "What party is that?” I asked "Well, Shawn and I are having a party next week, and I made sure you were sent an invitation. Didn’t you get it?", she inquired “Shawn?”, I asked, even though I already was able to guess who that was “Yeah, you know, Jay-Z. I hope you’re coming cos I am really looking forward to seeing you there”, she smiled. I actually had received an invitation to the party, but I had not taken it seriously. Rapper’s parties were a dime a dozen, and were always the same old crown wearing expensive clothes and getting drunk on Cristal. I had not really reckoned on Beyoncé being there, so I was going to pass as usual, but even though she was going to be Jay-Z’s date, she seemed eager to see me there, and who was I to refuse? Beyoncé was going to be there, that was all that mattered, and I decided to make an exception and be there as well. "Yeah, I’ll definitely stop by", I said "Cool, see you there, honey", she said, as she pressed the floor number, and waved as the doors of the elevator shut. I was in good spirits as I walked back to Ashley’s room. I really don’t know why I was – my secretary was still in a coma, Dean was still with Natalie, and Beyoncé was still with Jay, but for some reason, I still felt that things hadn’t been better in a long time. Sometimes, being around stars 24 hours a day can be extremely tiring, and because my job consists primarily of socializing with actors and actresses and basically kissing their asses, it is imperative for me to have friends outside of the Hollywood crop in order to maintain my sanity. As such, the people I consider my friends, or at least my close circle of friends, are normal people such as you and me. So I might hang around P. Diddy and Ashton Kutcher all day long, or go out for drinks with Colin Farrell and Leonardo DiCaprio, but the highlight of my week is the weekly poker night I have with my four best friends. I go through a lot of shit all week, but it is the fact that come rain, come shine, I’m going to be with my boys on Friday night for a night of fun that keeps me going sometimes. I don’t think Andre, Danny, CJ or Mekhi realize how much these poker nights mean to me. To them it’s just a night of cards, chicken, and beer, but it’s more than that to me. Spending a very normal night with four normal dudes is what keeps me grounded and makes me remember who I am and where I came from. I might make a lot of money and attend fancy parties and cavort with Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, but deep down, I’m just like any other dude. Andre is the funniest motherfucker I’ve ever met in my life. He was my roommate during freshman year of USC, and we have remained close friends ever since. He’s half-Mexican, and currently works at a bank as a manager or some executive position. He is a very hearty and cheerful dude, and is the livewire of the bunch. He is also the only one who is married, and he loves his wife more than anyone I have seen. I was surprised that he tied the knot so early. He and Maria had been dating since high school, and even though she was at UC Irvine, which was over an hour away, they managed to maintain their relationship through all four years, and immediately after graduation, they got married. They recently found out that Maria couldn’t have kids, and it was a tough time for their marriage, but they got through it. I could tell it was tough on Andre, mostly because I’ve known him for about ten years. His demeanor never changed though, and he continued to be cheerful all the time. Daniel is our resident nerd. He’s very soft-spoken and mild-mannered, although he manages to let loose when he’s amongst us. He’s also the youngest, he’s only 25 and still in medical school. He lives across the hall from Andre and Maria’s apartment, and that’s how we met. He’s a really good guy, and always the butt of all our jokes. He’s Asian and really short, no more than 5’5, but he probably has more brains than the rest of us put together. Well, maybe not. CJ is another extremely intelligent dude. He’s a computer whiz, and with the exception of Friday poker night, is probably in front of the computer all week long. He works part time at some computer company, where I worked briefly as a sales rep before joining Shooting Star. He’s also a part time writer, a very skilled one as well, and his first book is about to be published. He’s also probably the world’s foremost pornographer, and has the most extensive collection of tapes, magazines and pictures I have seen. I could trust him with my life, cos he is probably the most loyal person I know. He’s the only one I’ve told about my Natalie incident, and he was of course jealous of me; he has the biggest crush on her. Well, Mekhi’s the last dude, and you all know him. I kinda lied when I said all the members of my close circle of friends are non-Hollywood types. Mekhi Phifer’s an actor, and he currently plays Dr Gregory Pratt on the long running NBC series ER. He’s best known for playing Eminem’s best friend Future in the hit movie “8 Mile”, and has a host of movie credits, which I won’t bother to mention. We befriended each other while I was still Dean’s assistant, and he’s a really good guy, and a talented actor too. I see him ascending to Denzel-like stardom in the coming years, but for now, he’s a modest, unassuming dude and extremely nice guy. Well, since Ashley got hospitalized, I’ve needed my friends more than ever, and poker nights have become more fun than ever. So, on Friday night, I was about to get into my car and drive to CJ’s place when my phone rang. I was tempted not to answer it, I couldn’t recognize the number on the caller-ID, and I did not want to be late for poker. I decided to answer nonetheless, and couldn’t have been more pleased at who was on the other end “Hey dude, get your fucking self over to this hotel right now and say hello to your oldest fried”, came the deep, playful voice at the other end as I answered “Kenny boy, it can’t be, where the fuck are you”, I screamed back, already in hysterics. “I’m at Rose McGowan’s apartment, come and freaking get me out of here” he yelled jokingly “Wait a minute, Rose McGowan, as in the actress, what the hell are you doing at her place”, I inquired, a little puzzled “Just come over and I’ll explain…ouch, ouch, no baby stop that…sorry about that buddy, just come and get me”, he said “Yeah, I know where it is, I’ll be right there in an instant”, I said, hanging up and going in the opposite direction I had initially intended, all thoughts of poker far from my head. Ken is my best friend in the world. He’s from New York, and we’ve been friends since I was little. He was a white, Jewish kid and of course grew up nowhere near my hood in Brooklyn, but we met when I interned at the mayor’s office in junior year of high school and became bosom buddies ever since. He ended up at NYU, and I moved to the West Coast to attend close, but we remained close, and have been ever since. I stay with him most of the time while I’m in New York. He’s currently an editor of a magazine. I’ve been feeling guilty because I haven’t been in touch with him as much as I should have ever since I became a big time agent, but I’m sure he understands. Anyways I was puzzled that he was in LA and I did not know, and even more so that he said he was at Rose McGowan’s house. I did not even know he knew her. Rose is a client of my firm, although I’ve only met her a few times. I know people have this misconception about her being this wild, demonic chick because she used to date Marilyn Manson and all, but I know enough about her to know that she’s a pretty normal person. Last I heard of her was that she was in some trouble for assaulting some politician’s kid at some concert, although I did not know too many of the details. I also know she was among the hundreds of actresses Dean fucked at some time or the other. Well, I got to Rose’s place and was glad to see Ken answer the door. He did not seem to be in any mortal danger, though he looked worn out, though still full of life “What’s up dude?” I greeted him as I walked into Rose’s living room “You owe me about 50,000 explanations” “OK where do I start” he said, “I’ve been in LA for about a week now” “A week”, I screamed, “why the heck didn’t you contact me earlier?” “I wanted to, but I wasn’t able to, I wasn’t able to do anything, being with Rose is a full time job” “Wait a minute, rewind the tape”, I said, “how do you know Rose and what are you doing at her place” “Hello Damon”, I heard a voice coo from the doorway. I looked and there was Rose, looking as sexy as hell. “Whoa” was all I could say, “Hello Rose” She was dressed in a transparent red house robe, and her shimmering red hair was all over her face. Sex seemed to be written all over her face, and if not for the fact that I had so many questions, all I would have been able to think about would be how much I wanted to jump her right there and then. “Wait a minute, I’m kinda lost here. Could someone explain to me what’s going on?” “I met Rose in New York on New Years’ Eve at a party my magazine was hosting. She was dating some writer at the magazine apparently”, Ken explained, “Anyways, we fell for each other at first sight and basically have been fucking like dogs ever since” “Wait a minute Ken, you and Rose are together?” I asked, surprised “Yeah Damon, why the hell didn’t you introduce us sooner, I didn’t even know you knew each other, this is the only dude I’ve met that is man enough for me” Rose replied “Anyway Damon”, Ken said, “we’ve been here in LA for a week and I’ve not been able to do anything cos Rose has had me busy all week. I’m actually heading back to New York tomorrow, and I realized I hadn’t gotten in contact with you all week, so rather than stay here and let her fuck me to death as usual, I decided to spread my wings a little and call you so we could do something together, maybe hit the town” “I see”, I said, still a little nonplussed at all the information I had just received, “I’m actually late for poker with some of my buddies, I’m sure they won’t mind if you join us” JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 05 “Alright then” said Ken, “let me get dressed, and we’ll leave instantly” “Come on honey”, said Rose, pouting “at least a quickie before you leave: “You know I can’t say no to that”, Ken replied, as he took her into his arms and they started kissing furiously “Alright, alright” I said as they fell on the couch, “I’ll go wait in the car” I was in the car for about 15 minutes and already getting impatient. I was about to get out and risk catching them in the act in order to tell Ken to hurry up, since I was running ridiculously late. I had already called the guys and explained to them I was bringing company over. Ken had already met each of them at one point or the other anyway, so they all knew him. Just as I was about to start honking furiously, I saw them both come out of the house. Rose was actually dressed up in a flannel T-shirt and tight blue jeans, and I wondered why. Maybe she just did not want to come outside dressed in her bathrobe. I was therefore surprised when both Ken and Rose got into the backseat of my jeep. “Um, Rose”, I asked as politely as possible, “What are you doing here?” “I decided I wanted to come along”, she said matter-of-factly, “I only have a few hours left with him before he leaves and I don’t want him out of my sight for one moment” “Hey it’s poker night, no girls allowed”, I protested “That’s what I told her”, said Ken, releasing himself from Rose’s embrace, “but she wouldn’t listen” “Damn dawg”, I exclaimed, “this chick has totally emasculated you. Well, maybe the guys won’t mind. It might be a nice surprise” “Yeah I always wanted to do one of those guys poker night things”, Rose joked, as she, much to my shock, took her hand to Ken’s crotch and started to unzip his pants. I immediately looked forward and started the trip to CJ’s house. It was at least 30 minutes away if I was in a hurry, but with the racket these two were sure to be making at the back, I needed to get there as soon as possible. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the rearview mirror as Rose extracted Ken’s cock and began to give him a hand job. Ken gasped with pleasure as Rose’s obviously skilled hands worked his shaft. I took my eyes back to the road, shaking my head in amusement at those two. Ken and Rose was a coupling I would not have thought possible. Ken was always a very serious dude who was into writing and politics and stuff, and I would not have thought he would fall for someone like Rose, as he appeared to have done. Well, maybe the attraction was purely sexual. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help making comparisons to Arthur Miller and Marilyn Monroe. I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets when, again through the mirror, I saw Rose suddenly pull her pants down. Not surprisingly, she was wearing nothing under. I tried my possible best to ignore this and act oblivious, but it was hard to do so. Even Ken looked apprehensive. He gently tapped her and pointed at me, but she simply shrugged. She then rose up and lowered herself onto Ken’s lap, so that his exposed dick went right into her pussy “Oh yes, baby”, she cried, “I love the way your hard cock feels inside me” “Don’t you guys have any fucking decency”, I cried, unable to take it anymore. They seemed to have ignored me. Ken’s eyes were shut, and his arms were allover her smooth thighs, rubbing them as she moved up and down, making rhythmic motions as she continued to enjoy his dick. Of course, maybe they did not hear me, as Rose was yelling really loud. She was unbuttoning her top and to my shock, she began to caress her own lovely breasts. I was getting hugely turned on watching Rose. Of course I had not had sex for almost a month, ever since the night Ashley got hospitalized, and looking at a gorgeous actress fondle her own breasts right in my backseat was not exactly helping. I almost wished my car were a limo where I could block the view, but I had no option but to ignore them “You like what you’re seeing, Damon”, Rose asked, taking a pause from screaming “You guys are fucking animals”, I complained, “can’t you at least not fuck while I’m around” “If you want to join, I’m sure I could handle it”, she said “Oh yes”, Ken yelled for the first time, “I’m about to come baby” “That’s my man”, replied Rose loudly, “alright, at the count of 3, one, two, … THREE…. OH YESSSSS, THAT FELT GOOD” I was glad that was over, and hopefully, they would be able to keep their hands off each other until we got to CJ’s. If they wanted to fuck there, they could always go to his bathroom or something. Rose’s clothes were back on now, so I was able to look back. Her face was glistening though, partly because of sweat, and partly because she had that look on her face of someone who had just had sex and wanted more. I wondered if I was being disloyal to my old buddy by getting turned on by looking at her. I thought to myself that I really needed to find myself a regular source of pussy. Considering the fact I was working in the entertainment world and looking at the track record of my predecessors, I was getting laid so remarkable few times. That had to change. We spent the rest of the trip in conversation, mostly Ken and Rose giving me the savory details of their unbelievable wild sex life. From the looks of things, Rose was one of those chicks who was always horny and wanted to fuck, and she seemed to have met her match. Ken had always been a ladies man of sorts, but I never knew he was such a sexaholic. He seemed to be completely worn out, but from the looks of things, he was too powerless to stop her. We got to our destination at about ten o’ clock. The guys must have been playing for over an hour now, and I thought about all the money that must have been lost and won. The stakes at our game were usually very high, since we all made a lot of money. Even Danny, the medial student, had rich parents, so it was not a problem for him. Besides, if someone lost too much money, he was likely to win it back the next week or the week after that. As expected, the guys were initially annoyed that I had brought a girl along. One of the golden rules of poker night was that no girl, not even a girlfriend, a wife, or Britney Spears, was welcome. Andre’s wife had of course been attempting to come for ages, but we never let her. In fact, whenever we had our gathering at Andre’s house, Maria had had to leave. However, out of not wanting to seem rude, they did not complain too much. They had already started playing, and so we joined in. Even Rose protested that we not leave her out, so we reluctantly let her play too. We chatted as usual as we played, making lewd jokes and drinking beer. Rose was the loudest, making fun if everybody and generally being very pleasant and delightful. Ken was rather silent, I could tell that he was exhausted and needed sleep, something he seemed to have done very little of since New Years’ Eve. Rose seemed determined to act like one of the guys as all seven of us sat on the round table.. It was kinda hard to believe that such a gorgeous actress, who was on a popular WB show, had a wild reputation, and was once engaged to one of the most outrageous rockers in history, could be so normal. She got along well with everybody, trading barbs with all six of us guys, and winning an extraordinarily inordinate amount of money. We had gone through several cases of beer, and of course, were getting drunk, so the talk naturally became rather risqué and lewd. Whenever she won (which was quite often), she’d make a joke about someone’s manhood, and of course, the victim would retort. “Mekhi”, she said to him once after he had spectacularly lost about $500 in one fell swoop, “you better start saving your money, because you might need it to stock up on Viagra, you pussy” “How dare you call me a pussy?” Mekhi joked back, “I bet you’ve never even been with a man as good as me” I looked at Ken, expecting him to defend his honor, but his eyes were shut, and he obviously was catching up on well-needed sleep. Therefore, it was up to me to preserve his dignity “I wouldn’t go that far dude, I hear Rose has been with some of the best”, I said “Like who”, said CJ, “Marilyn Manson?” “I bet Marilyn’s little finger is bigger than your cock, CJ”, Rose simply said, feigning annoyance “Damn homie”, screamed Andre, “She got you man, you have to come back with something harder” “I can see Rose hasn’t been with a real guy before”, said Mekhi again, “if she had, she would know not to mess with me” “I’ve had experiences you couldn’t even dream of”, replied Rose, “I’ve even been with chicks who have satisfied me more than you can” “So how many guys can you take at once?”, asked Danny “I could easily take all six of you and still have room for more” she answered “I really doubt that”, I said, smiling “Try me”, she simply said, as much to my surprise, she climbed on to me and started kissing me “Wait a minute”, I said, reluctantly pulling away, “what the fuck is going on?” “I thought you pussies said you could all take me, come on, go ahead”, she said, as she began to unbutton my top “Are you sure Ken won’t mind?”, asked Danny, who looked as though he was very much up to screwing the actress “Oh he definitely doesn’t, do you mind honey?”, she called out to Ken, who was fast asleep “Yeah whatever”, he muttered drowsily from his chair I knew that Ken would be surprised when he woke up and saw what he had agreed to, but somehow, I did not think he would be that mad. At least I hoped not. Rose wiped any thoughts of doubt from my mind as she succeeded in loosening all of my buttons and began to suck on my chest. I thought this was rather weird, but it was a really cool sensation, her warm tongue working wonders on me “Come on you pussies, what are you waiting for?”, she beckoned to the other dudes. Danny was the only one who obeyed her clarion call. The others looked a little hesitant, but not good old Danny, who immediately came behind Rose and began to undo her jeans. He had a look of joy on his face, and who could blame him. Rose’s jeans came down, and she brought her legs out of it, her mouth still all over me, moving slightly down from my chest towards my abdominal area. Her hands reached for my crotch, and she began to unbutton my jeans. Danny on the other hand was extracting his cock. For such a short dude, he was rather well endowed. Of course I can’t give you details or descriptions, but I know it was large enough to make Rose yell as he abruptly slid it into her cunt from behind. Rose got on all fours as Danny continued to thrust in an out of her, his face contorted in a semi-painful, semi-joyous expression. Rose had removed my penis from my bowers and grabbed it in her hand “Oh yes Damon”, she moaned, I’m about to give you the best blowjob ever” “I really doubt that”, I replied, “but go ahead” “Oooh”, she moaned, at Danny’s prick inside her as she clasped her warm mouth around my manhood. She took most of it into her throat, her tongue circling it and causing me to moan in delight. She really was good at this. Danny was still pounding her, getting more and more furious by the moment. He grabbed onto her thighs as he continued to grind in and out, and it seemed that the more vigorous his thrusts were, the more determined Rose was to increase my pleasure. I looked around at the other guys to see their reaction. Ken was still asleep and oblivious to what was going on. Andre was looking a bit embarrassed, and did not know whether to leave or not. He seemed to be questioning his loyalty to Maria, and did not know whether remaining in the room while this was going on constituted unfaithfulness. CJ and Mekhi, however, were staring, mouths agape, totally perplexed. They obviously liked what they were seeing, and were perhaps too stunned to make a move and join in on the action. “Oh yes”, Danny was moaning, “your pussy is so fucking warm and tight” Rose didn’t reply, of course because her mouth was doing something else - giving me the most pleasure I’d had in a while. My cock was throbbing in her mouth, and I was all excited, and my brain was clear of all thoughts except how much pleasure I was having. I felt my orgasm draw near, and decided to inform her. “I’m about to come, Rose”, I warned She signaled with her hand and mumbled something, which I understood to mean that she was welcome for me to come in her mouth. I held on to her face as I shut my eyes and shook, my body going through sporadic sensations of bliss. I shot my load into her mouth, and without as much as a blink, she removed her mouth and swallowed it, her eyes locked on mine. There was some jizz left on her lips and chin, and she swiftly ran her tongue across and licked it with relish. Danny seemed to be near orgasm too. He was sweaty and all puffed up, and kept wincing and making dodgy faces. After a while, he pulled out of her, and holding his dick, moved to the front of her. I guess he was about to come, and wanted her to fellate him to orgasm. She did so, bringing her mouth around him and sucking him just as she did me. She seemingly had an insatiable appetite for cock. As Daniel reached his orgasm, he instantly extracted his member from her mouth, and holding on to it, he splashed a viscous vat of spunk all over her face. Rose looked like a contented puppy as she happily licked it away. My erection, while having decreased, was beginning to grow again as I looked at Rose in all of her naked glory. I decided I wanted to fuck her, but I was too late as she stood up and approached CJ, who looked both excited and petrified. She pulled him up and threw her hands around him and began to kiss him. He immediately responded and pushed her against the wall. “Hey share the wealth”, protested Mekhi, as he stood up and approached them. Danny and I also seemingly wanted more, and approached them as well. It seemed that conflict was inevitable. Ken miraculously remained asleep throughout the whole racket. Rose really must have worn him out all week. Andre was the only one who remained in his seat. I could tell that every bit of his moral fiber was being tested here. Earlier on, I would have said that the thought of Andre cheating on his wife was as ludicrous as a Dixie Chicks concert at the White House, but when a naked Hollywood actress as hot as Rose McGowan is naked in your apartment and being pounded by your buddies, it’s hard to resist. “No need to fight guys”, said Rose, “there’s enough for everybody, I think I know what to do. Mekhi, take off your clothes and lie down on your back”. She suddenly sounded like a drill sergeant, and it was erotic as hell. Mekhi of course obeyed, taking off his Lakers jersey and baggy jeans and lying down. Rose immediately lowered herself onto him, her pussy making its way over his cock. He gasped with delight “Now someone enter my ass”, Rose commanded CJ was about to do so when I slapped him away. “Not you, white boy”, I said as I shoved him. He shoved me back and we began to fight. I was totally shocked when Andre stood up and began to undo his pants “I think I’ll handle this one, guys”, he said, as he came over and inserted his dick into her ass, which was sticking out, begging for a visitor. “What the hell?”, I asked, looking puzzled Danny whispered to me that Andre had recently been confiding in him that his marriage had been a little rough lately, and they had been having fights about, among other things, Maria’s refusal to take it in the ass. C and Danny then went over to Rose’s front, and standing on either side of her, brought their cocks to her mouth. She began taking turns sucking each of their penises, holding both with her hand as she alternated. I surveyed the situation, trying to see if it was possible for me to join in any way possible, but it seemed she already had her hands full. Well, not just her hands, but also her mouth, and both holes. Damn, this chick was really a triple threat. I was headed to the kitchen to get a drink, cos the stock of beer on the poker table seemed to have run out, when I noticed a silhouette from the doorway in the other direction. Rather curious, and wondering who it could be, I fastened my belt and walked towards the shadow, and walking into the lobby area, I was shocked to see someone in the next room, trying to bolt out of the door as fast as possible. The invader, who was female, saw that she had been caught so decided to turn around and reveal her identity. To my shock, I saw that it was Maria, Andre’s wife. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, fearing for the worst. She had no doubt seen what happened. “Andre and I had a fight before he came over and I was feeling bad because it was my fault, and I wanted to come over to apologize”, she said. I could see tears on her face, and felt sorry for her. Maria was a very attractive woman. She had long dark hair and sensuous Latina features. Her most attractive feature were her full lips, which looked pouty, and I could see that she was in pain. I began to regret that such a fun evening was going to come to such a tragic end. “How did you get in?” I asked, taking her in my arms and giving her a hug “The door was open, and I decided to walk in and surprise you guys, and I heard some noise, and I looked and it was….”, she paused and began to sob, her ample bosom heaving against my chest. I suddenly started to become aroused and became aware of her immense beauty. I had known Maria for years, and perhaps out of loyalty to Andre, I’d never really considered looking at her sexually. Now, however, with her clinging on to me and looking so vulnerable, and perhaps because of all the sexual activity I had just witnessed, I began to feel rather different. “Damon, I want to confess something”, she said “What is it?” I asked “I got turned on by what I just saw”, she replied “Really?”, I asked, “I thought you would be mad “Well, I was at first, but this was always something I fantasized about doing for a while.” “I did not know that”, I said, earnestly surprised. I had always seen Maria as a good girl, who would never be down for anything lie that. “Andre and I always joked about joining a swingers club or taking part in a threesome. He doesn’t know that I’ve actually really wanted to do it, I just didn’t know how to tell him”, she said “I’m sure they won’t mind if you decide to join. Besides it’s a guilt-free way of getting back at Andre”, I replied, half-jokingly “Really?”, she asked earnestly “Why don’t we find out?”, I said, dragging her and pulling her into the room. By the time we walked in, things had changed a bit. Ken had finally risen from his slumber and was now nailing Rose from behind, while Andre and Mekhi were being sucked. The other two dudes were standing over her and jacking off. “Look who I found”, I said cheerfully “Baby, I can explain”, said Andre as soon as he saw us walk in “It’s OK”, replied Maria, “as long as I get some action too. Oh my God, is that Rose McGowan?”, she asked, upon spotting the identity of the woman who was now being a complete slut on the floor “In person”, I said “Oh my God, I’m such a big fan of yours”, she said “Yeah whatever” replied Rose, “you’re really hot though, I think I might want to eat out that pussy” Maria began to help herself out of the dress she was wearing as she walked over to CJ. By the time she reached him, she was completely naked. She knelt in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. I was not exactly keeping count, but it seemed CJ had been getting the short end of the stick all evening and this was the first earnest action he was getting. He closed his eyes and began to moan as Maria, who seemed to be an expert, continued to suck on his dick. Ken seemed to have come, cos he backed off, and Rose immediately reached for Maria and pulled her off CJ, who first of all looked pissed, but cheered up when the two vixens began to kiss each other. All six of us guys looked on in awe at this miraculous sight as the two women continued to search each other’s mouths passionately with their tongues, their hands roaming each others’ bodies. Rose brought her hands to Maria’s crotch and began to finger her, causing the Latina beauty to begin to moan out in pleasure JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 05 “Oh yes, oh God yes, that feels good?” “I know something which feels even better”, said Rose, as she whispered something in Maria’s ear. Maria’s eyes widened, first with shock, then pleasure, as she happily nodded her head and then pulled away, lying down, her back touching the floor Rose brought her mouth to Maria’s pussy and began to lick it, gently at first, before taking generous laps at her pot of gold. Her hands were on Maria’s huge breast as she continued to lick away, driving the other woman into a frenzy. “Are you guys going to quit staring like morons and join in or what?”, asked Maria CJ immediately rushed and knelt over Maria’s face, inserting his cock into her mouth. Who could blame the poor guy? Ken walked over inserted his cock right in between Maria’s supple breasts and began to thrust it in and out, obviously enjoying it. Mekhi, not wanting to be outdone, lay right underneath Rose’s pussy and began to suck, while I thrust myself right into Rose’s ass. It felt really warm and velvety inside, and I closed my eyes as I went in and out, enjoying the goodness. “Oh yes Rose”, I heard Maria cry, “I’m about to come, suck me, suck my cunt you slut, suck me” This was obviously a delight to hear, and Andre, who was currently unoccupied, seemed to be getting extremely turned on hearing his wife speak like this. Maria screamed in Spanish as she reached her orgasm. I wasn’t even aware that she spoke Spanish, but on nights like this, you learn more than you bargain for. As soon as Rose finished helping herself to Maria’s juices, Danny did not hesitate to walk over to Rose and bring his cock into her mouth. She seemed happy to receive it too. Andrew walked over to his wife, who was currently still being fucked in the breasts by Ken, while CJ was jacking off over her face. He knelt and was about to insert his cock into her pussy when she stopped him “Wrong hole” she said “No honey”, replied Andre, “I’m putting it in your pussy” “I know, but that’s the wrong hole”, she said, smiling at him “Oh” beamed Andre as he raised her leg up and thrust it into her ass. Maria yelled loudly, and then, she obviously began to enjoy it as her yells of pain eventually devolved to moans of pleasure. Meanwhile, I was also being a beneficiary of anal sex, courtesy of the lovely, and as I had seen tonight, very slutty Rose McGowan. My second orgasm of the night was approaching, and I began to moan as I thrust even harder. “Oh yes Rose, I’m about to come, I’m coming”, I yelled “Come in my ass”, she cried. I did so, and just as the brief but powerful orgasm was reaching its close, I heard my cell phone ring. I wondered who it could be. Crashing onto a nearby chair, I answered it “Hello, Mr. Brill”, came a female voice at the other end, “this is Dr. McLachlan from St. Catherine’s Hospital” “Oh my God, what is it?”, I asked, my heart sinking as I feared for the worst “I just wanted you to know that Miss Ashley Richards has recovered from her coma”, she said “Thank you very much”, I replied, almost leaping for joy, “I’ll be there in an instant”. I immediately dressed up and left the rest if them still humping each other like rabbits. It had been a fun night, and so much had happened, and it had been topped off with the news that Ashley was OK. I slipped out unnoticed, deciding that even though Rose and Ken had come with me, they would find alternate means of getting home, if at all they did. JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 06 This story series is a spin off of the successful and wildly popular "Journal of an Agent" by Carnage Jackson. At the end of Carnage's story, the main character, Dean Simonds, faces a major dilemma, where he has to choose between staying in Hollywood with Alyssa Milano, or heading back east with Natalie Portman. Please note that this might not necessarily have been the ending Carnage had in mind, but is my own interpretation. Y’all probably don’t know who the hell KD Aubert is, but I assure you that she is one of the most gorgeous women you’ll ever see. Her credits to date include “The Scorpion King”, “Friday After Next” and “Hollywood Homicide”, as well as guest appearances on two episodes of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” as Nikki Wood, the principal’s mother or something like that. She also hosted the MTV game show “Kidnapped”. She can currently be seen in Fabolous’ new video “So Into You,” which is currently in rotation on both MTV and BET. She seems to be a favorite of Fabolous, as she also appears in his video for “Trade it All,” featuring P. Diddy and Jagged Edge. To see for yourself how sexy she is, check out her self-titled Website. If you are under 18, please refrain from reading this. To the rest of you, note that this story is completely fictional, and all similarities to real life people and occurrences are strictly coincidental. All feedback is welcome at the link below. JOA: DAMON’S CHRONICLES 6: K.D. Aubert “Oh my God, Ashley, you’re all right”. I could have died of relief at that very moment, looking at her as she lay smiling on the hospital bed. She had lost quite a bit of weight and looked almost gaunt in her hospital gown. “Hi Damon”, she said brightly, “I understand from the doctor here that I was gone for a long time” “Oh yeah, you were in a coma for weeks”, I said, “I was so worried, its good to see you awake and not connected to some machine” “Shoot”, she said all of a sudden as it hit her, “I missed New Years’, didn’t I? Are we in 2003 already?” “Indeed we are,” I replied. “Dr McAllister,” I beckoned to Ashley’s physician, who was right there in the room with us, “is it possible for Ashley and I to get a moment alone? I need to talk to her” “No problem, Mr. Brill”, the elderly doctor said as he began to exit the room, “but please not for too long, Miss Richards still needs her rest”. Ashley was my assistant, and had been in a coma for almost a month, for which I felt responsible. Unbeknownst to me, she had been harboring a crush on me, and when, shortly before New Years’ Day, she stopped by my apartment, apparently to tell me the way she felt, only to run into another woman whom I was sleeping with, she had stormed out in a jealous rage, and on her way, run into a motor accident. It was only when she had slipped into her coma that I remembered to open the Christmas gift she had given me, which had proclaimed her feelings. I definitely knew that it was imperative of me to sort things out with Ashley. I knew that it would be irresponsible of me to exploit her feelings for me into a relationship, and after a lot of thought, I decided that the earlier I let her down easy, the better it would be for all concerned. She was an extremely good-looking girl, and could have had anyone she wanted, but not only was she my employee, which would compromise our situation, she was also a bit too young for me. I cared about her too much to let her get hurt again, and that was the only thing in store for her if she got into a relationship with me. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, OK?”, I said to her as I took a seat next to her bed, “I was so scared I was going to lose you” “Well, I’m alright now”, she assured me, “and I am not going anywhere anytime soon” “It’s good to hear that”, I responded, “Now Ashley, there are some things we need to talk about, not as boss to employee, but as two friends, as Damon and Ashley” “What’s up?”, she asked nonchalantly “I saw the Christmas present you gave me”, pausing when I saw her face fall, “I had no idea that you had feelings for me” “I’m sorry”, she answered, “I didn’t know how to tell you that I was in love with you. I…” “You’re in love with me?” I cut in “Well, I don’t know, Damon, but I’ve liked you for months, but I didn’t know how to tell you, and I knew you were with Halle, then you broke up, and I wasn’t sure you would want anyone so soon” “You knew about me and Halle?” I asked, not surprised at all, knowing how inquisitive she was “I’m not a fool, you know”, she smiled, “of course I knew. Everybody in the agency knew. Everybody in Hollywood knew” “Well”, I continued, trying to brush aside that piece of information, “Why did you start liking me?” “I don’t know, Damon”, she replied, “You can’t explain such things, they just happen. I had a crush on Dean actually, it was nothing serious, it was more of a physical thing, and I thought he was cute. Not that I don’t think you’re cute”, she added that last bit when she saw the crestfallen look on my face, which, of course, was in jest “After he left and you became my boss”, she continued, “ we started spending a lot of time together, and I found myself falling for you. You have such a good heart, and you really care about people. Plus…” she paused for a minute, “I was cleaning your desk one day and found a tape of you and Halle. I couldn’t resist looking at it, and…” “You naughty girl”, I said, pretending to be annoyed “Well, when we almost kissed the day your dad came around, it was so surreal, and I dropped by your apartment since I felt that perhaps you might feel the same way. Seeing you with Tyra was just heart crushing. I really felt like I wanted to die” “I’m so flattered, Ashley”, I said honestly, “believe me, you don’t know how flattered I am, but…” “There’s a but?” she asked, looking at me with eyes so innocent that I had to restrain myself from kissing her “I’m afraid so”, I said, “It just won’t work. I’m your boss and it could totally compromise the situation at work. Believe me, I’ve seen situations like that” “I’ll quit”, she said, “I’ll find a job somewhere else” “That’s not the point”, I answered, “I care about you a lot, but you’re much too young, much too innocent, and I feel that if we get together, I’ll tarnish that innocence. I’ve been through so much in my life, and I feel you are just beginning yours. You are so intelligent, I can see so much brightness in your future. I don’t want to jeopardize that” “I’m not as innocent as you think, you know?” she answered, “I’ve also been through so much” “I know you have”, I answered, “but please don’t take this the wrong way, I just don’t think we are right for each other. You’re like family to me, and dating my family would feel just too weird” “It’s not like it’s that new to me”, she muttered, almost to herself “What are you talking about?” I asked, wondering what on earth that comment meant “It’s a long story, alright?” she said, her mood dampening by the second “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, alright?” I said softly “Thanks”, she said, after which there were a few moments of silence. I decided to ask something that had been n my mind ever since I received the phone call telling me she had been injured “I didn’t know you had me as your emergency contact”, I commented, “what about your family?” “I don’t have one”, came her blunt response “I’m sorry”, I answered, feeling a bit uncomfortable that I had brought up the issue. \ “You don’t have to be”, she said, “Believe me, I’m better off without them” “You mean they’re still alive?” I asked “Well, my mom died when I was born, and I grew up with my dad and my brother in San Diego. My brother was much older than me, and he joined the army when I was six. He was sent to the Middle East for the Gulf War, and he was killed in action”, she explained “I’m so sorry”, I commiserated, “what about your dad?” “Well, it was just me and the bastard while I was growing up and…” she paused, “I’ve never really told anyone this before, but he used to get drunk and bully and beat me all the time, and when I was around 11, he started coming into my bed at night and doing stuff to me” “Oh my God”, I said, taken aback, “He didn’t… did he?” “Almost every night for about two years, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran away when I was around 13. I was out on the streets for about two weeks, but I was found, of course. My dad promised never to touch me again, and he kept his word for a while, then when I was 15, he got drunk and raped me again. This time I left for good, and told him that if he ever tried to find me, I’d report him to the police. I haven’t seen him since” “Oh my God, that must have been terrible”, I said, “So what did you do” “I moved to Los Angeles and found a job. My boss liked me so she took me in to live with her family and take care of her kids until I finished high school. I then left to rent my own place, and got the job with the car towing people until Dean hired me at Shooting Star” “Wow”, I replied, sincerely shocked at everything I had just learnt, “so you are 19 now, I believe” “Yeah”, she answered, “I know I look much younger than that” “Have you ever thought about going to college?” I asked her “I got 1500 on my SATs”, she answered, “I wanted to go into UCLA”, she smiled at the look of horror on my face, “but of course I couldn’t afford it. I’ve been saving up, maybe in about two years, I might be able to enroll” “I’m going to pay for you to attend”, I decided “Oh my God, Damon”, she shrieked, “you don’t have to do that” “I’ll put it as a company expense”, I said with a wink, “I’ll consider it an investment. The firm is investing in you so you can come back and work here after you graduate. In the meantime, you’ll continue working here part time. You’ll start in the fall” “I don’t know what to say, Damon”, she said with a look of appreciation in her eyes, “You’re a really great guy, thanks for everything” “Don’t mention it, and a nurse is coming, I bet they’re coming to tell me to leave you alone since you need your rest” Just like I suspected, the nurse came in and politely asked me to leave, and after giving Ashley a brief peck on the lips, I left. As I walked out of the hospital room, I felt like a huge boulder had been lifted off my chest. Ashley was all right, and the issue of her being infatuated with me seemed to be resolved. It seemed I was going to have to hire a new assistant, and as I stepped into the elevator, I made a note to myself not to hire any good-looking female for the job under any circumstances With Ashley well and recuperating, I spent the next few days hard at work at the agency. My guilt had made me a little distracted, and as such, I had fallen back on my work, but with that out of the way, I tore into my work like a savage. I put out a notice for a position as my assistant, and I had to spend a lot of time interviewing prospective employees. Like anyone who has ever tried to hire, I was getting exasperated at the bunch of moron who were trying out for the job. Come on, we were the biggest agency in Hollywood, why was it so hard to get qualified people over. I eventually settled on a lady in her late 50s named Darlene. She seemed a bit cranky and bitchy, but that was exactly what I needed – someone who would take no nonsense and whip me into shape whenever I was getting out of line. And most importantly, unless I developed some weird fetish or actually decided to dabble in necromancy, there was no chance in hell of a romantic entanglement between us. The week passed by without any important occurrences, and with the exception of having dinner with Andre and Maria, two of my best friends, I did not do any socializing. I was feeling a bit apprehensive about how I would react because of the gangbang we had had the other day. Luckily, it did not seem to be such a big deal, and we did not even mention it all through dinner. They both seemed to have loosened up, and even Maria, who is one of the shyest people I know, was very lively all night. Their marriage had been going under a lot of strain since they found out it was impossible for them to have kids, but it looked like everything would be all right. Perhaps a good swinging session is what every endangered marriage needs after all I looked to Saturday night with a lot of excitement and nervousness. I had been attended to a party being thrown by rapper Jay-Z to celebrate the launch of his new line of Reebok sneakers, the S. Carter Collection. While this was hardly any big deal, and a party I probably would have skipped, it was a chance to be in the presence of the beautiful Beyoncé, whom I was insanely attracted to. Although she was dating Jay-Z, I could not help liking her, and hoping that perhaps if she and I spent some time together, I could win her away. Sure, I would procure the wrath of every hip-hop fan in the world, but I would get the girl. Saturday night came soon enough, and by 9.30 p.m., I was on my way to the Jiggaman’s Bel-Air mansion, where the party was being held. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was. I was, according to Variety magazine, the 2nd most powerful man in Hollywood. Why was I shaking like a leaf during winter just because of some 21-year-old girl? I had actually changed my outfit four times while getting ready. Considering the fact that I’ve never been one to care about clothes and that I usually throw on the first thing I see in my wardrobe, I realized that I was really sprung off this girl. Arriving at my destination and handing my keys to one of the valets hanging around, I strode rather resplendently towards the house, showing my invitation card to a bouncer at the door. It was a sight to behold as I walked in, and I smiled at the lavishness and extravagance that was all over the place. Obviously, no expense had been spared in throwing the party of the year. There were blinding lights all over, and almost a hundred strippers dancing on poles all around the house. Scantily clad females were holding trays and walking around serving drinks, which appeared to be very expensive champagne. There was also a massive dance floor, and looking at it, I recognized so many familiar faces. Artists from every genre, movie stars, athletes and CEOs of companies were in no small number, and I got so many waves and calls as I walked around looking for the sole reason I had attended this party. As I scoped the entire room looking for Miss Knowles, I marveled at how big and important hip-hop had become, such that rappers had the influence to throw this kind of ostentatious display. When I was growing up in Brooklyn in the ‘80s, which were the formative years of hip-hop, what we knew a hip-hop party to be was a block party where people sipped Kool-Aid, and people like Slick Rick and Kool G. Rap held freestyle battles. “Hey big man, what’s up?” I heard a voice behind me say, and I turned around to see a blonde haired guy in a white T-shirt and jeans, flanked by two Latina strippers “Hey, Marshall, long time no see. How’ve you been?”, I greeted the most notorious rapper in America “Not too bad, you know, working hard as usual, 50’s album is about to drop and then after that we have to start promoting the 8 Mile DVD.” Eminem said as we shook each other and then hugged, hip-hop style “Looks like a lot of work”, I commented “Yeah, you know me”, he answered, “I just want to stay in the studio and record, but you executives want us to keep selling out” Marshall and I became acquaintances around the time he took Hollywood by storm in the critical and commercial hit “8 Mile”. Despite the fact that I knew he was not likely to become a full time actor anytime soon, I realized that in case he decided to foray into acting again, he would be an excellent client on our roster, so I managed to have him singed to the agency. We hung out quite a bit whenever we crossed paths, and despite his angry lyrics and seemingly hostile demeanor, he was actually as gentle as a lamb. “Well, I’m about to go find me some pussy”, I joked, “so I’ll see you around, and don’t forget to send me an advance copy of the 50 Cent CD” “You got it”, he replied, “as long as you promise to let me know what you think” Just as I was giving Marshall a goodbye handshake, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looking back, I could have sworn I had instantly died a painless death and was looking into the eyes of an angel. There stood Beyoncé, looking as sexy as ever with her long, shimmering blonde hair, which had earned her millions of dollars in L’Oreal endorsements, streaming against her face in the flashing lights and making her look excruciatingly alluring. She was dressed in a tight, figure-hugging Houston Rockets girl jersey, and had on a pair of knee high Manolo Blahnik boots. She stepped to me and gave me a hug, and I happily wrapped her around my arms around her, gently sniffing in. She had some French perfume on, and smelt heavenly “Wow Beyoncé”, I said as I let her go, not bothering to hide my admiration, “you look amazing” “Thanks Damon”, she said, flashing a set of pearly white teeth, “so do you” “Thanks”, I replied, “I see you’re representing your hometown with the Rockets jersey and all” “You know I have to represent for Texas”, she replied, after which we both laughed “Honestly, Damon”, she said, “I’m so glad that you came. I was hoping you would make it” “Well, I’m glad I made it too. It’s always good to see you.” I replied, feeling so happy I was almost floating. “You wanna grab a drink?”, she asked “I’d love to”, I replied, as I beckoned towards a stripper/waitress who was carrying some glasses of wine. Fifteen minutes later, Beyoncé and I were sipping on some Courvoisier and at sitting on a sofa alone in an indoor living room. She had wanted to get away from all the noise and had brought me here, and it had a very intimate feel to it. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be alone with the woman I considered the most beautiful woman on earth, perhaps with the exception of Natalie. Damn, Natalie, I actually hadn’t thought of her in a while. “So” Beyoncé was saying, “why did you and Halle break up? “How do you know about me and Halle?” I quickly asked, in shock. God, were there no secrets in this town? “I didn’t even know it was supposed to be a secret. I can’t remember who I heard it from, but I assumed it was public knowledge”, she replied “It was just a brief affair”, I said, ‘it wasn’t that big a deal” “You don’t know how many people in Hollywood are jealous of you because of that.”, she said, “even Shawn is always going on about how he wishes he were you” “He’s the lucky one”, I replied, “He has you” “That’s so sweet”, she gushed, “you’d better not say that near Shawn though, he gets very jealous whenever he sees me with you or when I talk about you. He might think you’re trying to steal me away” “And why would he think that?” I asked with a smile on my face “Well, he’s been jealous ever since I told him I had a crush on you when I first met you”, she answered, also smiling I felt as though someone had just announced I had won the lottery, “You had a crush on me?” “Well, yeah”, she replied shyly, “I just didn’t know how to let you know since I assumed you were with Halle” I was about to respond to her comment when the door to the room opened, and in came her boyfriend, rapper Jay-Z, a.k.a. Shawn Carter. He looked livid to see us together, although he managed to mask his anger out of respect towards me. “Hey B”, he asked her, “what’s going on here?” “Nothing much”, I answered, “Beyoncé and I were just talking, you know as her agent and stuff, and the noise at the party was too much. Great party by the way, and congratulations on the sneakers” JOA: Damon's Chronicles Ch. 06 “Cool”, he replied, “could you excuse us for a minute, Damon?” “Sure”, I said, feeling extremely deflated, “See you later, Beyoncé”. I’d been at the party for about two hours, and quite frankly, that was an hour too long. I hadn’t been able to spend any more time with Beyoncé. I’d seen her with Shawn at the other end of the room, and it appeared they were in a huge argument, after which she seemed to disappear altogether. I’d tried to dance and basically have fun, but it was a bit hard to do so with no Beyoncé in sight. I was about to leave the party for good when at a secluded corner of the dance floor, I saw a vision so appealing that I was convinced it had to be an apparition. There stood an extremely hot black girl, about 5’10 in height, standing alone and talking into her cell phone. She was quite dark, her skin a rich, chocolate complexion, and her long hair was twisted into thin, long braids, which cascaded all the way to her shoulder. All she wore was a yellow bra top, which showed a decent amount of cleavage, and accentuated her large boobs, baring her midriff for all to see. On top of that, she wore a black fur jacket, but left the buttons undone and the jacket wide open. Underneath, she wore a miniscule pair of jeans shorts that covered barely a tenth of her alluring thighs. I was instantly mesmerized. There was something oddly familiar about her; I knew I had seen her in passing somewhere before, but I couldn’t place my finger on it. I concluded that she had to be a model whose picture I had seen in some catalog. Our eyes seemed to meet at the exact same moment, and I was lost in them, even though I was standing a reasonable distance away. She said something to the person on the other end of the phone and hung up, after which she waved at me. I waved back, and she flashed me a delicious smile and unique smile. Realizing that the night was by all means not lost, I walked over to her “Hi”, she said as I approached her “How you doin’?”, I beamed confidently, doing by best impression of Joey Tribbiani from Friends, “My name’s Damon” “I’m Karen”, she answered coyly, staring into my eyes, “you can call me KD though, everybody else does” “You look really familiar. Are you an actress?”. She nodded. “What have you been in?”, I asked “Well, my biggest role was in Friday after Next”, she said, and when she read from my reaction that I hadn’t seen the movie, she continued, “I was also in The Scorpion King, but my part was so small, that if you blinked, you’d miss me” “Believe me”, I flattered her, “if I saw the movie, there’d be no way I’d miss you. Sorry, I didn’t see that movie either” “Most people recognize me as one of the girls from the Fanta commercials too”, she said “Oh that’s where I saw you”, I said as it suddenly hit me. The “Wanta Fanta” commercials had been very catchy and popular, with numerous TV spots and billboards” As she began to list her acting roles, as well as all the modeling agencies she had worked for and magazines she had modeled for, I found it hard to figure out anything she was saying, not because she was unintelligible, but because it was pretty much hard to concentrate while looking at those eyes. I could tell that they were filled with unbridled lust, and she routinely used opportunities to check me out. She seemed to like what she saw. The DJ seemed to be focusing on mostly reggae and dancehall music now, and she was swaying in a seductive manner to the music “This is my song”, she cried, as Wayne Wonder’s “No Letting Go” filled the room, ‘Come on and dance with me” Without so much as waiting for a response, she pulled my hand and began to drag me across the dance floor. We stumbled past a visibly drunken Usher and Chilli before finding an empty spot where we could dance. To my surprise, she placed my hand right on her butt, and then moved incredibly close to me, her firm breasts crushing right into my chest. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting. In order not to embarrass myself by getting an erection, I tried to keep a reasonable amount of distance, but she seemed intent on pressing into me. We continued to sway to the music, with my hand now roaming all over her body. I squeezed her firm ass before moving further down from her skirt to her bare to her bare thighs. She wiggled her body and spread her thighs further, giving me access to her crotch. I moved my hand up, and to my delight, she was without underwear. Her pussy was all wet, and without hesitation, I inserted one finger into her sopping pussy “Oh yes, Dylan”, she cooed into my ear “It’s Damon.” I corrected her “Ooh, whatever”, she gasped, as she moved her body around in delight Her next move surprised me. She brought her hand right to my crotch, undid my zipper and then clasped my dick, which was already at attention. She began to gently massage it, and I thought I was already in heaven, with the pleasurable sensation from her mini hand-job spreading through my body like wildfire. She continued to moan in pleasure as I gently fingered her, having increased the number of fingers I was inserting into her to two. I located her clitoris and began to rub it with my thumb while still fingering her under her skirt “Oh yes Daniel”, KD. moaned, “I’m about to come now” “It’s Damon”, I replied, almost exasperatedly in the middle of my handjob “Oh yes”, she gasped rather loudly, provoking the attention of at least two nearby onlookers as she came and collapsed onto me. I was a bit mad, as I was still as aroused as hell, and was yet to receive my own climax. Of course, her orgasm had meant that she had stopped working on my cock, and it was still there, standing tall like a pool stick. I was about to complain and ask her to get back to work when she whispered into my ear “You wanna go back to my place?” “Hell yeah”, I replied, as she began dragging me towards the exit. I figured I should probably do the right thing and look for Shawn and tell him I was leaving, but I was too horny to think straight. However, I was still lamenting not having seen Beyoncé before leaving. Still, I was getting a pretty hot (and evidently freaky) piece of ass, so it was a fair bargain. Around twenty minutes and an extremely fast drive later, we were in KD’s rather attractive condominium suite. It was not exactly luxurious, but for a young actress who only had a handful of movie roles and TV guest appearances, it was rather impressive. It was not very far from the venue of the party, and after leaving the house, we had hopped into KD’s car and come here. I did not actually know how I was going to get back to the party to get my car, which was still parked God-knows-where, but when a guy is as horny as I was, he tends to lose all forms of reasoning. I had to restrain myself from pouncing on her in the car as I sat in the passenger seat, fidgeting and squirming all the way. As soon as we got to our destination, she was the one who did the pouncing on me, and before I knew what was happening, we were all over each other, passionately kissing against the car, our hands all over each other. Since she was wearing so little, I was almost tempted to tear her clothing off there and then, but I managed to be patient. We managed to find out way to the door, and stumbled inside, crashing to the couch. I was on top of her, furiously kissing her, my hands all over her body. “Oh yes Daniel”, she screamed as my mouth left hers and began it’s downward journey. Too caught up in what I was doing, I did not even bother to correct her. As long as she remained that sexy and freaky, she could call me absolutely anything. I loosened her bra top from behind, and immediately dug into her perfect breasts. I grabbed one of them with my hand and took the other in my mouth, sucking like a greedy child. She was practically screaming in pleasure, and I could tell that she was a really vocal person when it came to lovemaking, something that turned me on to no end in a woman. I continued to pay devotion to her titties right there on the couch, sharp and erect nipples were growing even more erect in between my fingers. After a while, I stood up and began to unzip my pants, hoping to signal to her that I needed some attention on my penis, as it was about to explode from neglect. She seemed to get the message, and aided me in unhooking my belt and pulling down both my jeans and my boxers. My dick stood right there in its glory, as big as I had ever seen it, and she also looked happy to see that I was no slouch in the penile department. I closed my eyes in immense happiness as she took it into her mouth. It felt so warm and soft inside, and aside from a little bit of interference with her teeth, it was really pleasurable. She bobbed her head in and out, taking in as much. Body trembling, hips jerking, I held on to her face and looked around, trying to stay on my feet. Her fingers were gently tickling my balls as she sucked away. As I neared release, I held on to her braids, oblivious to the fact that it might have been painful for her “Oh yes KD”, I yelled, “I’m coming, now, now, now” Her timing seemed to be perfect, as she removed her mouth from my cock just as my stream of cum splashed out in a torrent. She continued to hold on to it as the white, gooey substance made its way out of my phallus. Some of it had splashed all over her face, and she looked strangely attractive, in a very slutty kind of way. I collapsed onto the couch, pulling her to me, hoping to engage in a bit more foreplay so I could regain my erection and bang the brains out of her. She, however, resisted, pulling away, a smirk on her face “Be patient, Derek”, she chided, “Not so fast” “What’s wrong?” I asked, hoping to God that this night was not about to end so abruptly “I have a little surprise for you”, she said, as she walked away, presumable towards her bedroom. I rose to follow her, but she motioned for me to remain where I was. Nonplussed, I remained where I was. Still seated, I wondered what she had in store for me. I suddenly realized that I did not know the slightest thing about this girl, and I could possibly be in grave peril. She did not even know my name, or at least she did not know the correct thing, even if she did have a general idea. Could she be planning something dangerous? My question was answered when her bedroom door flew open, and she came out. Indeed, she did look dangerous, except…in a good way. She was dressed in the sluttiest Santa Claus outfit I had ever seen. It was a red and white bikini dress (in the woolly Santa material of course), with a white spaghetti strap holding it to her body. It was complete with a Santa hat right on top of her head. I am pretty sure I was drooling all over her carper. My dick, which was rather limp from the terrific blowjob I had received earlier, had already risen to the occasion, prompted by the sight in front of me. “You like it?” she asked a little hopefully “Like it? I love it” I honestly replied “I know its like a month after Christmas”, she explained, “but I got it to surprise my boyfriend for Christmas, and the jerk dumped me on Christmas Eve. I haven’t gotten any use out of it” “No need for explanation”, I beamed, ‘I don’t care if this is July, just get your sexy self over here before I have to force you” She obeyed, with the sexiest of smiles right on her face as she slowly approached me. She climbed right on top of me and pulled my shirt off, rendering me topless. I was left only in my boxer shorts, as my pants had been off for a while, since my fateful blowjob. We began to kiss, my hand roaming all over her body again. I started to pull her strap down, eager to get to the sex part, but she stopped me, pulling away. She grabbed a remote control from the center table, and pushed a button, and to my utter joy, TLC’s “Red Light Special” came on. I marveled at the coincidence, and almost made me wonder whether this had been planned, since no other song could have captured the moment better. KD began to do a sexy striptease, and I gawped in delight. It was so erotic the way she pulled off those clothes in sync to the music, swaying and moving, lip-synching the words, and in general, driving me wild. Her dress slipped down to expose those breasts I was coming to love, and she cupped them with both hands, moved forward and gave me a peck on the forehead, before retreating and continuing the dance. All her clothes eventually came off, and all that was left on her was the Santa hat, which I told her to leave on, as well as a very sexy, bewitching smile. She strode towards me, and I lifted her and placed her on my lap, gently lowering her snatch onto my erect dick. She cried out loud as she felt the impact of my manhood inside her, and like an expert cowboy, began to ride. I jerked up and down as my dick thrust in and out of her. I shut my eyes in passion, but I realized I needed to keep them open, as I could not help but stare at her. I could not get over how pretty she looked at that very moment “Oh yes, Douglas, fuck me, fuck me hard”, she cried “My name is Damon”, I shouted with a mixture of exasperation and passion, “My fucking name is Damon” I held on tight to her ass and pulled her close to me as I felt the impact of my second orgasm of the night come closer. She held on equally tightly, and then in the throes of unbridled passion, ran her fingernails across my back, digging in and, as I later found out, drawing a lot of blood. It hurt a lot, but it only added to the passion, and with renewed vigor, I continued to thrust my phallus in and out “Oh yes KD”, I barked, “that feels so good, I’m about to freaking come” “I’m about to come too, Dixon”, she yelled back at me. At that point, I decided it was no point correcting her anymore. Besides, I was just at the brink of the orgasm, so even if she had called me Ja Rule, I doubt it would have made a difference. OK, maybe not. No orgasm is that good. It came in an explosion, and almost simultaneously, she hit her climax. It had been one hell of a ride, and I could tell it was vicious for her as well, as she was glistening in sweat, her braided hair all over the place. We held on to each other for about five minutes or so, neither of us daring to move, perhaps out of fear that we would find out the whole thing was a dream. We held on to each other in silence, my dick still in her pussy. “You don’t know my name, do you?” I inquired, breaking the silence “Damon Brill” she whispered hoarsely, “head of Shooting Star agency” “You know who I am?” I asked, totally surprised “Of course I know who you are”, she answered, her voice still a little bit throaty, no doubt still suffering from the screamfest that had been our lovemaking session. “You’re quite famous, you know?” “So why did you keep calling me a wrong name”, I asked, a little bemused “I was just fucking with you” she answered, smiling. “Besides, it’s a little trick of mine. I’ve found that when I do that, guys are confident it’s just a one-night-stand, and they are not scared the girl would want to be their girlfriend or anything” “How smart”, I exclaimed “So what’s this?” she asked, “I don’t mind if you don’t want this to go past tonight” “Well, let’s just take things slow and see where it goes from there”, I answered, “I definitely want to hang out again. What do you say to dinner on Friday night?” “I’d love to”, she replied as she gave me a peck on my lips and got off me. She eventually gave me a ride back to Jay-Z’s place where, of course, the party was still very much in progress. However, I did not go back in. I drove right back to KD’s house where all night long, we continued our passionate love games.