JOA: Damon’s Chronicles – Chapter 7

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@hotmail.com. 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.

I’d also like to apologize for the incredibly long delay since the last chapter. I had so much going for me this past year that sitting down to write was practically impossible. Thanks for your patience, and I hope this chapter is worth the wait.

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 7: Tara Reid

Being a top Hollywood agent has its ups and downs, as I was beginning to discover over the next few months. I was working harder than I had ever worked in my life, and any semblance of a personal or social life was non-existent. On the other hand though, I was earning more money than I’d ever made in my life, and was rubbing shoulders with the high and mighty.

And perhaps best of all, there was an almost unlimited access to the hottest actresses, singers and models, most of whom were more than willing to jump my bones. Perhaps there is something in the water in Hollywood that makes the women twice as horny, or maybe they just see having sex with their agent as a prerequisite (Dean definitely didn’t do anything to dissuade that notion) but I had at least ten female clients hit on me in the average week. Some were coy, some were flirty, some were downright outrageous, but I had so much, besides work, to keep me more than busy.

I’m rather proud to say that I was able to handle the temptation rather well, at least much better than my predecessors. As Dean’s overly active cock had almost led to the loss of his life on more than one occasion, I had good enough reason not to get carried away. I’m being honest when I say I tried as hard as I could, even turning down a few outright in the process. But Hollywood women, indeed all women everywhere, never take no for an answer, and my self-inflicted celibacy didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of lasting for an extended period.

The remarkable bit is that I lasted as long as I did. I’d actually been seeing K.D. on a semi-steady basis after out tryst at Jay’s party. She’d turned out to be a sweet and intelligent enough companion, displaying nowhere near as much aggressiveness as she did that first night. Unfortunately, the passionate, mind-blowing sex turned out to be a one-off as well, and I got bored after a few weeks, letting her down as gently as I could.

One fateful morning, I was going over some papers in my office, when Darlene, my new secretary, buzzed.

‘Client here to see you, Mr. Brill,’ came her syrupy voice over the phone.

‘Sure, let them in,’ I replied, neglecting to ask who the client was.

Had I known the identity of my visitor, I’d probably have made up some excuse or alibi to avoid meeting her. For I’d pulled an all-nighter, was only managing to keep awake thanks to some pretty strongly brewed coffee, and did not have the energy to resist the advances of any attractive female, let alone one as irresistible and aggressive as Tara Reid.

I watched the ‘American Pie’ actress saunter into my office as though without a care in the world, dressed to kill in hardly anything at all. She obviously meant business if her intention was to seduce me, or maybe I was just being paranoid and summer was approaching fast, after all this was California, and I barely even got out of the office and was oblivious to the office outside.

‘Hello Damon,’ she said cheerily as she helped herself into a chair

‘Nice to see you, Miss Reid,’ I replied, trying to suppress how sexy I found her and surprised at the way my body was reacting, ‘and what beings you here today?’

‘Why so icy with me today,’ she teased, ‘you know this whole distant, Mr. Hard-to-get act makes me want you even more.’

‘Come on Tara, we’ve been through this before, I prefer to keep business relationships strictly that,’ I said as I vividly recalled having to almost forcefully pull a drunken Tara Reid off me at a party a few weeks earlier.

‘You’re no fun,’ she replied, pouting, ‘Dean wouldn’t have given me such a hard time’

‘I’m not Dean,’ I answered, before abruptly changing the topic, ‘by the way, I might have found a part I think you’re perfect for. It’s this script by…’

‘Could you cut it out?’ she answered fiercely, ‘let’s not talk about business for a second. I like you and I’m trying to get something going on here, is that such a bad thing?’

‘Miss Reid,’ I replied, returning to my cursory tone, ‘As flattered as I am, I must say I doubt the extent you actually ‘like’ me, or if you just want to fuck me ‘cos that’s my duty as your agent’

I surprised even myself with my coldness, and my building feeling of guilt was exacerbated by Tara, to my shock, bursting into tears. I stared in shock for close to thirty seconds as she sobbed into her palm, smearing her face with mascara in the process. I promptly moved over to her side of her table, and kneeling down, I put my arm around her, unsure how appropriate it was for me to console her.

‘You… must think I’m such a…. loser,’ she whimpered, ‘God, I’m such…an…idiot’

‘No you’re not,’ I leapt to her defense, ‘I don’t think you’re a loser, Tara.’

‘But I’m just shamelessly throwing myself at you,’ she said, getting herself somewhat together, ‘You probably think all those stories about me being some slut are true’

‘Of course I don’t,’ I lied, ‘I’m your agent, and well, your friend, and I think you’re a smart and really amazing woman.’

‘Why won’t you sleep with me then?’ she asked, the tears returning.

I was about to answer when I realized I didn’t even know the answer to that one. Why was I being so obstinate to the point of stupidity? Was I so caught up in my self-importance and piousness? I suppressed a giggle as I wondered what my college frat buddies would say if they knew that at this moment, Tara Reid was in my office bawling her eyes out because I wouldn’t fuck her. They’d probably conclude that I’d gone either insane, gay, or both.

I swallowed as I looked into her bright blue eyes, gleaming with tears and shining like the sun. Despite her state, and the messed up condition of her make-up, she was still so striking, and I noticed a natural beauty I’d actually failed to notice.

‘Cos I’m a dumbass, that’s why,’ I replied, ‘and you could do so much better than me’

‘I think it’s up to me to make that call,’ she smiled, as she moved her face within an inch of mine.

Her lips, so tender, met mine as she moved her arms round my neck. We kissed softly for a few minutes, neither of us making any moves to increase the intensity. Her warm tongue gently wiggled inside my mouth as her palm caressed my stubby chin. I brought my own palm to her bare arm, rubbing up and down as I savored the kiss.

‘See, that wasn’t so bad,’ she whispered as we finally let each other go.

‘No, it wasn’t at all,’ I agreed, ‘I’d even go as far as to say it was amazing.’

I stood up from my position, pulling her up so that she was facing me before leaning in to kiss her again, and this time, it was more urgent, more demanding. My hands were busier now, my right one making its way underneath her tank top, while the other grazed her thigh. My mouth left hers and made its way to her neck. I smothered it with my lips, taking in her scent. My hand was completely under her top now, firmly grasping a succulent breast.

Her hands left my neck, making its way to my crotch area as she began to undo the fly of my jeans. As she undid my buckle, I pulled her top off, so that she was topless. Her breasts looked rather impressive too, and from the look on her face, she also seemed impressed with what she saw, or rather, felt, as her hands firmly clasped my penis. She freed it from its confinement, and barely had it felt air when she slid down and took it into her mouth.

She made an elaborate show of looking right into my eyes as she let it slide deep into her mouth. The look on her face reminded me of some sleazy porn movie, which excited me a lot. She took it real deep, gagging slightly before getting the hang of it. She managed to get it all in her mouth, barely neglecting any part. She was giving me a lot of tongue action too. She let it out for an instant and seemed to make a mental note before beginning to gently nibble all around it. It felt rather weird and somewhat exciting, and noticing the upswing in my reaction, she got a bit more animated, licking and slurping at it like she’d die if she were deprived of it.

I wasn’t complaining one bit, and before long, I found myself pretty close to letting out my load. I tried to hang on a bit longer; she’d only been blowing me for a few minutes, but this was proving difficult. When you’ve been celibate as long as I had, it’s really hard to endure a top-class blow job without coming too soon.

‘Come for Tara,’ she said, accurately interpreting the grimace on my face.

I dutifully obliged, with what seemed like buckets full of the white gooey slime making its way all over her face. She looked like such a slut, wanking my dick off so that every drop made its way onto her beautiful face, and then, when she was satisfied that no residual spunk remained in my member, she ran her finger all over her face and licked it like a hungry whore, her eyes never leaving mine.

My concentration was broken by the ringing phone. I battled with myself for a split second before answering it. Tara made her way to the faucet in my office to wipe her face off while I responded to my caller. It was Maria, the wife of Andre, one of my best friends. You might remember her as the surprise participant in our gangbang of Rose McGowan a few months ago.

‘What a surprise, Rosa, how’s Florida?’ I beamed down the phone

Maria and Andre were in the middle of a two week holiday to Florida, courtesy of me. Their marriage had actually been under a lot of strain over the past year or so, ever since they found out they could not have kids. The orgy they both took part in was supposed to have cooled things down for a while, but it turned out it might have been a mistake. Things flared even worse than ever after about a month, and their marriage was perilously close to breaking down.

They had been together for as long as I could remember, and I was determined to do everything I could to ensure they stayed together. I forced them to attend marriage counseling, and for their fourth wedding anniversary, I made them go on this trip. I was full of hope that some time off would make them realize how much they loved each other and resolve to give it another try. However, Maria calling me only a few days after they set off did not seem like a good sign.

‘I’m coming home, Damon,’ she answered bluntly

‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ I asked, totally surprised, ‘you just got there’

‘It was a mistake coming here. Andre’s a total jerk, besides I really need to talk to you urgently.’

‘Talk to me?’ I asked, ‘what about?’

‘It’s gonna have to wait till I get back to LA,’ she answered, ‘look, I’ve gotta go now, I’ll see you when I get back tomorrow.’

‘Look Maria,’ I said with a firm tone, ‘I forbid you to come back, you two have to sort this thing out. Please promise me you’ll try and stay and work things out’

‘OK, just because it’s you, Damon,’ she said resignedly.

‘Good, see you two lovebirds next week,’ I said affectionately before hanging up.

‘Who was that?’ Tara’s voice came from behind me

‘Oh Boy,’ I said, completely startled, ‘I’d forgotten you were still around’

‘Well, as much as I’d love to continue, you know,’ she said coyly, ‘I really have to run now’

‘Actually, I do have to get back to work anyway,’ I said, ‘maybe a rain check?’

‘A rain check it is,’ she smiled as she turned to go, ‘Call me’

‘You betcha,’ I winked

‘Hey Damon,’ she called as she reached the door, ‘what are you doing tomorrow evening?’

‘I’m sure I’m free,’ I answered.

‘Good, pick me up at eight’

‘What for?’ I inquired

‘Well, I’m supposed to go out with a girlfriend of mine. She wants me to meet her new guy, see? Maybe we could double date or something,’ she rambled, before adding, ‘if you don’t mind of course.’

‘Of course I don’t’ I smiled, ‘I’ll be there for eight’

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‘You’ve got a visitor, Mr. Brill’

‘Yes Darlene, who is it?’ I mumbled. It was only about 4 pm, but already half-asleep at my desk, I was already considering turning in for the day.

‘He just says he’s here to see D-Money,’ came her voice.

D-Money? There was only one person I knew who called me that. But it surely couldn’t be. I was fully awake now, and called out, ‘Let him in.’

I thought it was an apparition as I stared at the huge, black figure that now clouded my door. Feelings of immense joy battled with apprehension within me as I struggled with the appropriate way to react. I immediately flew off my chair though to embrace my long time friend who had made his way to my office.

‘D-Money, my boy,’ he bellowed cheerfully, ‘Boy, you done made it big for yourself.’

‘Yo, Sheedy-Loc, good to see you dawg,’ I cried as we embraced heartily, ‘I don’t believe you’re here. When did you make it out the pen?’

‘Just last week,’ he replied, ‘I called your moms and she told me you worked here now. Nice going, Mr. Hotshot.’

‘Sit down, make yourself at home,’ I said, watching him limp his way to the chair. He’d probably sustained some serious injuries in jail. I felt guilty with myself because inwardly, I was not as happy as I should have been to see the oldest friend I had in the world. But then again, Rashid MacLock always came with some trouble or the other, and there was no guarantee it was going to be any different this time around.

Rashid and I had practically grown up together. His mom and mine had been inseparable as young girls, and they lived next door to us for the first few years of my life. After his mom was shot dead by an angry boyfriend when he was five, Rashid had been scooped up by social services and spent the next few years in between group homes and foster care. By the time he was ten, he’d already begun to have brush-ins with the law, and by the time he was twelve, he’d spent a total of 13 months in juvvie.

Mama had decided to take responsibility for him then, and he’d moved in with us. He ended up being like the brother I never had, and although he was in many ways a really bad influence on me, his staying with us stabilized him. He remained trouble free for the next few years, until our senior year of high school, when he’d got himself involved in a serious crime, and got sentenced to jail.

He’d spent the past ten years in and out of prison for different crimes ranging from small time hustling to possession of arms and narcotics. During his brief spells outside, he always managed to hit me for whatever money I had, and out of loyalty, I always gave. I’d really tried to set him on the right path and give him whatever support I could, but I practically gave up when I saw that there was little redemption. I still went to visit him at the penitentiary every Thanksgiving, and communicated with him as often as I could, although much to my shame, I’d neglected to do so over the past three years.

He’d been given a ten year term for robbery and attempted murder about three years earlier, and as such, it was a rather pleasant surprise to see him in the flesh, standing in my office.

‘So, what’s new, player?’ I greeted him as we sat down, ‘I didn’t even know you was getting out soon.’

‘I got parole for good behavior,’ he replied, ‘maybe if you wrote me every once in a while, you’d know what’s up’

I declined to answer, as I genuinely did not have any excuses, besides, there wouldn’t have been any point in trying to absolve myself, and I could already see where this was heading. It was the same pattern he employed every time he came out. He always successfully managed to pull the guilt trip on me, making me feel guilty for having it all good while he suffered, and for not doing anything to make his own life better.

‘So what’s it this time, Sheedy?’ I asked, determined to be firm, ‘Cut the bullshit and let’s cut to the chase.’

‘I don’t believe you D’ he protested, ‘I’ve been in the pen for 3 years, and I come down to see you and you’re dropping this bullshit on me.’

‘Look Rashid,’ I went on, ‘as much as I’d like to believe you came down to LA just to see me, I ain’t gonna bullshit myself. What do you want, Sheedy?’

‘I’m in a load of shit, dawg,’ he admitted, and upon noticing the resigned look on my face, he added, ‘You’re the only person I can count on, and if I don’t sort this shit out, I’m dead.’

‘Go on,’ I said coldly

‘You know I had to cut a deal with the DA the last time to get my time reduced’ he started.

I remembered only too well. I’d managed to pay for the services of a top lawyer, who’d somehow managed to convince the DA to drop several charges in addition for Rashid volunteering information on several other co-perpetrators. In return, instead of the certainty of 30 years to life that he was looking at, he managed to have his time cut down to ten years with parole. Of course, now that he was free, he’d have to face the music. In the hood, being a snitch was highly frowned upon

‘Yeah, and you pissed off a lot of people in the process,’ I added.

‘I don’t know what to do, D, they’re threatening me if I don’t pay up,’ he said, sounding desperate.

‘Pay up for what?’

‘Well, I gave the DA some info on some major drug deal that was about to go down, and they want recompense, if you know what I mean’

‘And how much do they want?’ I asked, fearing the worst.

‘I’ll just come out and say it, OK? Don’t freak out’

‘How much is it Rashid?’

‘Well….they want me to give them,’ he paused for a moment, ‘six hundred thou’

I was silent for a minute, too stunned to react, staring into the prematurely aging face of the man who sat before me. Right there and then, I knew I was going to give him the money, so there was no point resisting. Where it was going to come from, I had no idea, but I just knew I had to pay it to him, I owed it to him. But for a few circumstances, that could have been me on the other side of the table.

‘And when do they want this paid?’ I asked.

‘End of the month,’ he answered

‘That’s three days away,’ I said, and from the look on his face, I could see that he hadn’t realized it was so close by.

‘You’ve got to help me, partner,’ he pleaded, ‘they’ll kill me if you don’t, and they mean it too. They’ve already attacked me once, and I know they will again.’

‘I don’t have that kind of money,’ I insisted.

‘Really?’ he asked, looking around the office, and I could see from the look on his face that he didn’t believe me.

‘Maybe I should just tell them I don’t have it,’ Rashid said, ‘and let them pop me off, it’s what I deserve anyway for snitching. I don’t even believe in being a snitch anyway, there’s so many times in the past that I could have told the cops what they wanted to hear, but I didn’t.’

Right there and then, I knew he had me. He’d alluded to the one incident in our childhood that always made me feel guilty, the one incident that made sure that no matter what happened, I’d always have a debt to pay to Rashid.

Growing up, I’d been a good kid, and Mama had made sure of that. But being brought up in a hood as rough as mine throws up so many forms of temptation, and I managed to succumb several times. Like most kids, I’d indulged in the usual childhood mischief, but was level headed to stay away from drugs, guns and other vices I’d seen bring down so many people around me.

Being a single parent, Mama never really had a lot, but she worked as hard as she could to put food on the table and a roof over our heads. In the way of luxury however, we never could afford the best. As I grew older, I began to silently resent this fact. I wanted to look good and rock the latest Tommy Hilfiger and Karl Kani with all my homies. I wanted to wear the latest Nike sneakers and drive flashy cars and impress the girls. I wanted to be ‘ghetto fabulous.’

Rashid managed to convince me to join him in small-time, two-bit drug dealing, by aiding older drug dealers around in delivering crack and collecting outstanding drug debt from fiends. I agreed, despite my better judgment, and managed not to feel too guilty, even though I knew it stood against everything Mama had ever taught me, and she’d kill herself if she found out.

We eventually got caught by the cops, as was inevitable. It was about a month to graduation, and we’d carelessly allowed the cops to stop us in Rashid’s car, and several ounces of coke and marijuana were found. I’ll never forget the way Rashid selflessly took all the blame, admitting to the narcs that he was the one who was doing the dealing, and I was but an innocent passenger in the car. I was going to come clean and admit my involvement, but for some reason, I found myself tongue-tied.

‘What the hell was that all about?’ I’d asked Sheedy when we had a chance to speak privately, ‘how come you took all the heat?’

‘I ain’t gonna take you down with me’ was his curt reply.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Come on D-Money, you got too much to lose, I ain’t gonna let you throw it away’

‘But I’m just as guilty as you,’ I protested, ‘I’m not gonna let you go to jail while I walk free’

‘Are you crazy?’ he asked as though he genuinely doubted my sanity, ‘You got it all going for you, you got a scholarship to USC, you’re smart, you’re gonna make something of yourself.’

‘But what about you?’

‘I’ll be OK,’ he insisted, ‘We all know I’d already be in jail if it wasn’t for you and your ma’

Rashid had spent the next year in jail while I went on to California to play for the Trojans. I’d written him every week when he was in the pen. When he came out, something in him had changed, and I could tell he resented me in some way. He resisted all my efforts to set him straight, insistent on receiving freebies which he felt were his by right.

As I stared at him across the table, I tried to draw parallels to the guy who’d been like a brother, who’d lain his future on the line for me. Even though I’d be forever grateful to him and would continue to do his bidding, I knew that the Sheedy-Loc I’d known as a kid was gone forever.

‘I’ll have the shit for you tomorrow,’ I said resignedly

‘Thanks bro, I knew I could count on you,’ he said, ‘In cash, right?’

‘Sure,’ I said listlessly, my mind already pondering a million ways to acquire that kind of money.

It was almost midnight, and I was sure I was the only soul left within the building, save for the security guards. I’d been seated, deep in thought, for hours on end, pondering my present predicament. I had a few hours to come up with 600,000 dollars, and I was short on options.

I had a fair amount in the bank, but nowhere near the amount I was looking for, perhaps a hundred and fifty thousand at the most. I had quite a bit in non-liquid assets – stocks, bonds, real estate and all that crap, but there was no way I could cash in within a day.

I decided to cast the net a little further. I had several friends, within Hollywood and out, whom I’m sure would be willing and able to help without batting an eyelid, but I pondered the disadvantages of that. I hated being in debt, and besides, I wasn’t sure I wanted people to know I was being effectively blackmailed by an ex-con best friend of mine who was in financial trouble. I’d almost even considered calling Halle and asking her for the money. She was the only one I’d ever told about Sheedy and the situation that had transpired. But we weren’t exactly on talking terms since our break-up, and it would be so embarrassing to approach her, cap-in-hand, for a loan.

The obvious solution seemed so close, yet I did not dare to contemplate it. Yet, as I eliminated every other possibility, it seemed more and more attractive. But I couldn’t possibly….or could I? I didn’t seem to have much of a choice, and it seemed so easy.

As current head of Shooting Star, I had jurisdiction over the finances, and was the sole signature to the company accounts. Thanks to Dean’s and my impeccable running of the firm, there was a tidy sum sitting right there in the company books. Would it be such a terrible thing if I took, or rather, borrowed the amount I need to pay Sheedy off? Technically, I wouldn’t be stealing, and even if I was, who would find out? As long as I was able to replace the money within a few months, there was nothing wrong.

Bingo. There I had it. Without any thought for any repercussions or chain of events that this action might lead to, without listening to the screaming voice in my head telling me not to, and without giving myself enough time to change my mind, I quickly logged on to the company account website, and transferred the sum of $600,001 to my personal account. Till today, I don’t know why I added the extra dollar.

A little under twenty hours later, I was on my way for my evening with Tara. I wasn’t exactly sure whether it was a date or not, and if it was, what kind of date it was and where we were going. Getting laid at the end of the evening was a sure thing, so I did not want to appear like I was putting in too much effort. I didn’t even know who we were double-dating with. I decided to play it cool and dress midway between smart and casual, a peach long-sleeve shirt and blue jeans, with a pair of Timberland boots. I’ve always had an atrocious dress sense, and after getting the Shooting Star gig, I’d had the good sense to hire a professional to fit me with a new wardrobe.

Tara’s house (at least her present one) was somewhere in Beverly Hills, and as I drove down in my new Porsche (another large purchase I’d recently splashed out on, a 29th birthday present to myself), I thought about the events of the past 24 hours. I’d managed to hand over the cash to Sheedy, who left for New York almost immediately afterwards. I hadn’t even bothered seeing him off to the airport.

I arrived at my destination in good time, five minutes earlier than the prescribed time. Tara had recently moved into a new place, and from what I could see, it was rather large and impressive, and to be honest, a little more fancy than I’d imagine someone like Tara Reid would live. While she was a popular enough face, she hadn’t exactly done anything of note in ages. Perhaps if she spent more time during her visits on her career rather than trying to get into my pants, she’d be better off. Still, with a place like this, she couldn’t be doing that bad.

I pressed the doorbell, and waited for a reply. Why was I always so nervous and unsure whenever I was to meet a woman? I’d been with some very sexy women, so I couldn’t be that bad. That didn’t stop me from checking my breath and spraying some Binaca just to be 100% sure. I could hear really loud music coming from the house, and when no one came to the door, I assumed they did not hear the bell over the music, so I pressed the bell again.

Tara eventually came to the door, looking quite stunning in a tight, white and extremely short dress. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail. She beamed really brightly at me, extending the door so that I could come in. Loud rock music was booming from within the house.

‘You made it,’ she said, ‘and on time too.’

‘Yeah, it’s a fault of mine,’ I joked, ‘nice place by the way.’

‘Thanks,’ she said as she shut the door behind me, ‘It’s my dream house.’

‘Change of plans, by the way,’ she said as she led me in, trying to raise her voice over the insanely loud music, ‘my friend’s boyfriend couldn’t make it, so we decided to stay in instead and have a small party. I asked a few other people to come over.’

‘Sure, no problem,’ I said, unsure whether or not this was a good or bad thing.

I was a bit taken aback as I made my way into the living room, where a party was already underway. It didn’t seem to have gone so far, at least nowhere near as extreme you’d expect a Tara Reid party to be. There was a total of about twelve, maybe 15 people, more girls than guys. Shannon Elizabeth and another woman I was pretty sure was Carmen Electra were dancing with each other, alongside some muscular Latino guy. Jennifer Love Hewitt and Mena Suvari were chatting vividly, seating next to some other actress I didn’t know. There were another two guys smoking marijuana, surrounded by three blondes who looked like Playboy Playmates.

‘Looks like fun,’ I said to Tara.

‘Yeah, have fun, I’ll be right back,’ she said as she left the room.

Looking around for anyone I knew, I spotted Rosario Dawson sitting alone by herself in a corner. She didn’t look at all in a good mood, a clear contrast to the general atmosphere. I wondered whether or not to go over to her, she didn’t look like she needed company, and I didn’t know her that well. She was a client, and our relationship had been strictly professional. I always thought she was stunning, and I could swear she’d possibly flirted with me a few times when I’d still been Dean’s assistant. I decided there was no harm in going over.

Cameron Diaz had been looking in my direction for a few minutes, hoping to catch my attention and beckon me over. She looked bored stiff with the guy she was sitting with, whom I later found to be Justin Timberlake looking ridiculous in cornrows. Ordinarily, I’d have gone to her, but I had a mission in mind.

‘Hey Damon,’ Rosario said as I made for her direction, her mood brightening, ‘so nice to see another black face here.’

‘I hadn’t noticed,’ I laughed, ‘mind if I sit next to you?’

‘No, please go ahead,’ she said.

‘I didn’t know you knew Tara,’ I said, more out of looking for chitchat than anything else.

‘We were in a movie together,’ she said, as I cursed myself for neglecting that fact. I’d even liked Josie and the Pussycats,

‘I didn’t know you hung out with actors,’ she said.

‘I usually don’t,’ I jokingly explained, ‘but I decided to make an exception with Tara. I didn’t even know there was a party going on.’

‘Yeah, I know, you two were supposed to go on a date right,’ ‘ said Rosario, and as she noticed the surprised look on my face, she explained, ‘I was supposed to be the one on the double date’

‘Oh, I see, so what happened with that?’

‘My boyfriend and I broke up,’ she said.

‘I’m sorry,’ I commiserated. So that explained her bad mood.

‘No don’t be,’ she said, ‘he’s a real jerk anyway. Tara decided to throw this party to cheer me up.’

‘How thoughtful,’ I said, looking into her eyes.

She was even more beautiful than I realized, and as we continued to speak, I found myself getting more and more attracted to her. There was something so expressive in her eyes that just kept drawing me in. She was also a great conversationalist, and so far, appeared a lot smarter than most actresses I came across. I mean, 30 minutes into a conversation at a party in Tara Reid’s house, with Linkin Park playing in the background, and we were discussing the war in Iraq!

I was totally oblivious to the rest of the party, my rapt attention 100% focused on Rosario when Tara appeared, obviously looking a bit less than pleased that we were getting along so well.

‘Come on guys,’ she said as she sat on my lap, throwing Rosario a look as she did so, ‘it’s a party, talk to other people.’

‘I’ll leave you two alone,’ Rosario excused herself as she ventured to join Jennifer Love Hewitt and her companion.

‘So what’s up’? I said to Tara, trying to mask my disappointment at Rosario’s departure.

‘I was thinking we could continue where we left off,’ she smiled, bringing her lips to meet mine.

I kissed her, throwing a look in Rosario’s direction as though hoping she wouldn’t see. She was staring at us, and hard as she tried to conceal it, I could feel a pang of jealousy in her eyes. I tried not to let that affect me in any way, I already had enough females in my complicated life without developing feelings for Rosario Dawson. I decided to pay attention to the one seated on my laps and sucking my face off.

We kissed passionately for a while, and as things started to get too steamy, I gently pushed her away.

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked

‘Nothing, it’s just I’d prefer to do it in private, I feel quite uncomfortable doing this in sight of everybody’

‘But everybody’s doing it,’ she pouted.

She was not lying. Two of the Playmates were feverishly making out, in danger of going fully at it in full view of everyone. Another couple was already further, feverishly kissing each other, the guy pushing the girl, whom I’m pretty sure was Christina Aguilera, against the wall, half their clothes off. Still, I was a little too self-conscious to engage in that kind of behavior in public.

‘Where’s your bathroom?’ I asked, looking for a reason to excuse myself.

She described it to me, and I managed to slip out. I was half-hoping Rosario would notice me go out and come after me, but I could not get her attention as I walked out. I cursed my luck, and as I walked to the bathroom, I had a sudden change of heart. I didn’t even need to use the restroom anyway, and I decided to do a little snooping, take a little tour of the house and clear my mind in the process.

I swiftly and quietly climbed the stairs, and began quietly opening doors. Most of the rooms were empty – Tara obviously didn’t hang out here much. There was a rather impressive looking gym, a room that seemed devoted solely to teddy bears, and another room that was filled with several amateur looking clay pots – maybe pottery was a hobby of Tara’s.

My ears perked up as I went on. I could hear muffled voices coming from a room further down the hall. Some people must have decided to start their own party upstairs. I initially made a retreat, but the snoop in me urged me to go further. The noises got louder as I walked closer, unmistakably the sounds of a female in ecstasy. Two people were having sex, and just for kicks, I wanted to find out who they were.

The door to the room from which the noise was emanating was ajar, so all I had to do was peep in. I froze for a second as I surveyed the glorious sight in front of me. A naked redhead was bent over, holding on to the bed with her rear end puckered out. An equally naked skinny blonde with cropped hair was standing right behind her, slamming into her with a black strap-on dildo. It was furious banging, like what you see in porno movies.

The redhead had her face contorted and was yelling out obscenities as she remained on the receiving end of the plastic cock. The blonde girl was equally loud, screaming out instructions to her playmate. I wasn’t even listening to what they were saying; I was numb for an instant. I had seen lesbian sex before, even participated in the occasional minor threesome, but this was so real and vivid and unexpected.

I retreated for a few seconds, composed myself and leaned forward again to get a better view of the action. I recognized the blonde immediately. She was Paris Hilton, the young heiress who was quickly beginning to gain a reputation around Hollywood as the ultimate party girl and slut extraordinaire. I’d never met her before, though I’d heard a lot of rumors.

Perhaps because it was one of the last people I’d expect to see in this sort of position, it took me so long to figure out the identity of the second participant. I thought I might be mistaken, but the freckles gave her away – it was teen actress Lindsay Lohan. I’d always seen her as an innocent Disney princess, but from what I could see, she was nowhere near as innocent as I thought. Christ, what was next, Hilary Duff being gangbanged?

My full attention was on the scene unfolding before me. Paris was holding on firmly to Lindsay’s laps, and thrusting with mechanical motions. Lindsay’s eyes were closed in paradise, obviously enjoying the contraption lodged deep inside her.

‘Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Lindsay,’ Paris whispered loud enough for me to hear

‘Fuck me hard, Paris,’ Lindsay urged. It was so weird listening to this 17 year old talk so dirty. Could this be the young girl who was so cute in The Parent Trap? I mean, it was obvious that she had loads of potential and was one for the future, but it was so unnerving seeing her in such a position. But I surely wasn’t complaining.

‘I always knew you were a dirty slut, even with all your innocent girl crap,’ Paris said, ‘You love my fake cock, don’t you?’

‘Yeah, I fucking love your cock rammed up inside me?’ Lindsay yelled. Christ, this girl was filthy.

‘OK, come for me now,’ Paris said into her ear, ‘come all over my plastic cock.’

‘Yes, I’m coming Paris,’ Lindsay screamed, ‘Yes, Yes, Yes.’

Paris withdrew the dildo (which was really massive) from Lindsay’s cunt, and began to lick it hungrily. Lindsay joined her in partaking of her juices, and it was a sight to behold as both girls sucked the plastic dick. Their lips met and they began to kiss. Paris held on to Lindsay’s budding breasts as she kissed the slightly underage beauty. Lindsay responded, her own arms going down to Paris’ buttocks. Both girls moved on to the bed and intensified the level of their kissing, rolling around as they drank of each other.

Lindsay moved down and began to suck on Paris’ breasts. They were not extremely huge, but they were attractive as hell and Lindsay obviously found them so. She licked them with relish, twirling her tongue around the nipples before taking each one into her mouth. Paris’ eyes were shut, her hands guiding Lindsay’s young head where to go.

I was totally turned on from where I was standing. My cock was at full mast, struggling against the fabric of my boxer shorts. If I had less self-control, I’d have begun to play with myself right there and then, but fortunately, I was able to practice self-restraint. It was weird enough, a fully grown 29 year old man spying on a teenager and another girl barely out of her teens going at it. It would have been the height of perversion to start masturbating.

Lindsay was playing with herself now, her fingers deep up her cunt as she sucked away at Paris’ tits. Paris was moaning now, unintelligibly of course, and the height of her enjoyment was evident. She appeared to grow bored after a while though, and all of a sudden, a mischievous gleam appeared across her face as she asked.

‘Lindsay, have you eaten pussy before?’

‘You said I wasn’t ready, that you’d teach me in time,’ Lindsay replied, looking up

‘Well, I think you’re ready now,’ Paris replied, ‘I want to see how fast you can make me come’

She took a pillow and placed it underneath her ass so that her pussy was high up and more easily accessible to her young protégé. Lindsay, looking a bit apprehensive, moved her face in the direction of Paris’ crotch. Then something happened which totally freaked me out. Paris suddenly looked in my direction and for a fleeting moment, our eyes made contact. Just when I began to mentally write my obituary, she smiled, and then winked.

So she’d known I was there, and God knows for how long. This little fact increased my sexual arousal. I briefly toyed with the idea of barging in and demanding an invitation to join their little party. But I’d broken enough laws over the past 24 hours, and I wasn’t going to try and have sex with an underage girl, however hot and slutty she might appear. Besides, I couldn’t have moved an inch if I wanted to, I was totally transfixed.

Lindsay’s mouth gently suckled on Paris’ slightly hairy pussy lips, taking her aroused clit gently between her teeth and tongue and biting down just softly enough to cause Paris to moan in pleasure. Lindsay looked up, a bit pleased at herself that she seemed to have done something right.

‘Go on, bitch,’ Paris cajoled, ‘you’re obviously a natural’

‘I learned from the best,’ Lindsay returned the compliment.

Spurred, she lapped her tongue around Anna’s outer lips, savoring the juices that had begun to emanate from Paris’ pussy. Lindsay licked furiously, prising herself away every now and then to lick her lips. She’d then dig in again furiously, licking furiously like her life depended on it.

‘That’s it baby, don’t stop,’ Paris offered more encouragement.

Lindsay suddenly plunged her fingers in and out of Paris’ pussy, doing this repeatedly before bringing her mouth close and inserting her tongue. Paris’ face began to contort, and I could sense that her orgasm wasn’t that far off. I was impressed. I was no cunninlingus expert, but if that indeed was Lindsay’s first time, she must have had an excellent teacher.

‘I’ve been looking all over for you,’ came a soft voice from behind me, totally startling me and breaking my train of thought.

I looked behind and there stood Tara. She looked slightly drunk, her hair now loosened and all over her face. Probably because of what I’d been watching, which had made me extremely horny, I had to restrain myself from pouncing on her and banging her right there and then. Instead, I put a finger to my lip, quietening her.

‘What are you looking at?’ she asked as she crept up behind me, and looked over my shoulder into the room, where Paris was in the middle of a shuddering orgasm.

‘Ooh, naughty boy,’ she whispered into my ear, ‘so this is where you’ve been all this time.’

She fell silent as she watched with rapt attention, and for the next few minutes, we both watched the action, not saying a word to each other, her nipples rapidly growing erect against my back. Lindsay was now furiously fingering Paris, who was yelling louder than ever. I could feel Tara’s breath get heavier and heavier against my neck, and she gradually moved her hand round until it was around my waist.

‘So, you like what you see, huh?’ she whispered seductively into my ear

‘Hell yeah,’ I whispered, ‘this is sexy as hell.’

‘This is making me horny as hell,’ she whispered as she undid my fly and slipped her left hand into my pants, holding on to my long-suffering dick. As she did this, she slipped her tongue into my ear, licking as she caressed my dick.

I thought I was going to come right there and then, but I somehow prevailed. Lindsay was now grinding her own crotch against Paris’ own, and it made a slightly squishy sound as both girls moaned.

‘Come with me,’ Tara suddenly announced, holding my hand and leading me away.

I was a bit reluctant to leave the scene, which looked nowhere near done, but I knew Tara wouldn’t drag me off if there wasn’t some fun in store for us. I patiently followed as she sprang down the stairs. I had to take them 2 at a time to keep up with her. She then led me out of the house through the back door. I was about to ask where on earth she was taking me to, but I decided to have faith and be quiet.

We eventually reached one of the most attractive pools I’d seen. The edge of the pool and the surrounding walls were made up of stacked rocks. There was a stream of water flowing through the rocks and dripping down, giving it a very relaxing look.

‘Nice, huh?’ she said as she turned around, smiling.

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the bottom of her short dress and pulled it over her head. She was totally nude underneath. Her ass was deadly enough to stop traffic, and when she turned around, I saw that the front view was even more impressive. She had a mightily impressive rack, and her golden brown pubic hair was neatly shaved, leaving a heart-shaped mound.

Smiling, she beckoned me to come closer with her little finger, with the sexiest ever come-fuck-me look on her face. I did not need to be asked twice, I went over, clothes still intact, and grabbed her butt, and we began to kiss. I squeezed her butt as hard as I could as we played tongue hockey. Her arms were around me, running down my back as we made out.

All of a sudden, she moved back, dragging me with her, and we landed with a thud in the water-filled pool. She giggled like a little girl, splashing water all over me. My clothes were still on, and completely soaked, but I could not help getting amused. Tara was acting like a little girl, and I found it surprisingly cute and endearing.

‘Why don’t we help you out of those clothes?’ she said as she slipped her hands underneath my top, slipping off my top as I began to undo my pants.

Stark naked in the middle of the tub, I ran my hands all over her body as we kissed again. Her huge boobs felt so nice in my hands, and I squeezed quite firmly, while my other hand made its way to her crotch. Despite the rather high temperature of the water, the inside of her pussy felt even warmer. I slipped a finger, and then two, inside her, as she moaned into my ear.

She wrapped her legs around me, allowing me full access, as she gasped louder and louder. I began to kiss her neck, running my neck around it while I fingered her. She was panting now, totally flustered. I increased the intensity of my thrusts, and she reciprocated by increasing the volume of her moans.

‘OK, you have to fuck me now,’ she said, reaching for my cock.

I had no objections to that. My cock was almost popping out of its skin, and I couldn’t have gone much longer anyway without some form of relief. Now, the long-sought succor was nigh. I pushed her to the edge of the pool, and had her legs open in a spread-eagle position, each foot resting on my shoulder.

‘Are you ready?’ I asked her.

‘Yeah, fuck me cowboy,’ she implored.

I cringed at the corny line, which sounded like something right out of late night Cinemax. Nonetheless, I guided my rock hard prick into her waiting cunt, which was right at the surface of the water. I inserted only the tip at first, and as she got acclimatized to its presence, I promptly pulled it out. I repeated this about thrice, keeping my manhood inside her for about 5 seconds each time before pulling out.

‘Please stop doing that, Damon,’ she cried, ‘stop teasing me.

The cards were suddenly mine to be dealt, and despite all her aggression, I had totally assumed control. I could do whatever I wanted to her, she was totally at my mercy. But I decided to play it cool. I held on to her thigh and then forced my entire meat into her.

‘Oh yes, that feels good,’ she cried loudly, ‘now fuck me.’

Ooh, she was a screamer, which was a real turn on. Not needing any further encouragement, I began to thrust. The thrusts were rhythmic, and while urgent, were hardly fierce. I held on to her ass as I did so, and Tara, whose hands were on my neck, slipped a finger into my mouth. I sucked on her finger as we banged away, and she shut her eyes in ecstasy, savoring my dick.

I picked up the tempo, my entire cock sliding in and out of her. Her pussy felt so warm, and while not the tightest I’d been in, was enough to cause spasms and delightful sensations all over my body. My orgasm wasn’t too far away, and I hoped I’d last long enough for her. My prayers were answered when I felt her shudder.

‘I want you to come inside me,’ she announced. Like I was going to pull out at this stage.

I was grunting quite loudly now as the explosion made its way. She was yelling even louder than me, running her nails down my back, causing a delightful combo of pleasure and pain. I paused for an instant before splashing my entire load inside her. We were still for a while as we caught out breath. She broke the silence.

‘That was quite amazing,’ she said.

‘Yeah it was,’ I said, as I pulled away.

‘You wanna go inside and join the party?’ she asked

‘I would, if I had anything to wear,’ I said, pointing at my wet pile of clothes.

‘Let me go upstairs and see if I can get something dry for you to put on,’ she said, as she hopped out of the pool, and still completely nude, hopped into the house.

While waiting for her to return, I decided to swim a lap or two around the pool. Still naked, I’d swum to the other end and back when I heard a wolf-whistle. Looking up, there stood Rosario Dawson, beaming at me.

‘Rosario,’ I said, immediately covering my private bits.

‘I’m impressed,’ she said, eyeing me up and down, ‘I can see you’ve been having fun tonight.’

I was too shy to respond, and unsure whether I was comfortable or not with this situation. I decided to play it cool and mature, and I hopped out of the pool, ignoring the fact that I was nude. It wasn’t like I had anything to be ashamed about anyways.

‘You like what you see?’ I asked

‘When Tara’s done with you, give me a call, OK?’ she said as she turned around and walked into the house, wiggling her ass in the process.

Smiling, I jumped backwards into the pool. The next few months looked like they were going to be very eventful.

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