Journal Of An Agent: Ch.5 – Christina A.

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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 5 – Christina Aguilera (MF/cons/celeb)

By Carnage Jackson

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This is Part
5 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don’t act
like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.


Life was good. In my two months since taking over the talent agency from
my father, not only had I fooled around with some of the hottest women in
Hollywood, but the accountants told me that the firm was bringing in
records amounts of money. And of course there was Alyssa Milano, my
current girlfriend and who I felt was my soul mate. I couldn’t think of
anything else to make life better. I was truly at a plateau of bliss.
However, when things can no longer go up, the only direction they tend to
go is down.

The trouble started when I got a call from Rick Dugan, a music industry
veteran and all around sleazebag with a reputation of ruining things with
clients by thinking with his dick. When Julie (my secretary) buzzed my
office and told me that Rick was on the phone, I shuddered to myself and
apprehensively picked up the phone.

"This is Dean," I said into the mouthpiece.

"Dean baby, what’s up! This is Rick Dugans, head of Spin It Records. How
you doing? That’s great. I need to talk to you about something," Rick said
all in one breath before I could even get a word in.

Dealing with him wouldn’t be a pleasant experience, I could tell already.
Nevertheless, this was work, and I tried to sound open minded.

"Sure Rick, I’m listening. Go ahead," I replied.

"Well, the thing is, it’s this little cunt Christina Aguilera. Now, don’t
get me wrong, she is a great piece of ass. In fact, I’ve been sticking it
to her for the past year. But listen, she’s getting sick of putting up
with me and my shit. So she wants to meet with you about maybe becoming
your client. But no offense Dean, but I don’t wanna let her go, you know?
So maybe if I uhh…pat your back, you can help me keep here on board her
at Spin It," he said boastfully.

I knew right away what he was talking about, any one could have figured it
out. If he paid me some money, I would help him keep her by making up some
bullshit excuse as to why we couldn’t take her on at the firm. At first I
was revolted at the idea of having to deal with him, but then I started
thinking about Alyssa and how even though we were both well off
financially, it would be nice to have some money I could blow frivolously
on her with a vacation or something. My heart outweighed my logic this
time, and I agreed grudgingly to help him out.

"Yea, I’m sure something can be arranged," I sighed into the phone "Just
set something up with Julie and then I will see you then,"

"Great! Thanks man. We can arrange the ahem…helping hand…right before
she comes in if you want," he said enthusiastically.

"Whatever works for you. Listen I have to go to a meeting," I lied to him.
"I’ll speak with you later."

With that we ended the conversation, and Julie took over, setting up an
appointment for me.

Reclining back in my chair, my thoughts drifted to Alyssa, so I decided to
call her up. We met at a Chinese restaurant for lunch and then went back
to her place and made love for a few hours. By the time I got home that
night at 2 AM, I had totally forgotten about Rick and his little deal.

Two weeks passed before the deal became a thought on my mind again. It was
only after Julie came in for her usual 10 AM morning visit to tell me
about appointments of the day.

"12:00 you have a conference call with Universal, 2:00 you have lunch with
Mr. Blake, head of your father’s finances. And at 3:30, your meeting with
Rick Dugan," she said, reading from her scheduling book. Startled by the
recognition of the Dugans meeting, I stopped Julie in mid sentence.

"Dugan? Oh man, I forgot I made that commitment. Oh well, best to get it
over with," I said. Julie just rolled her eyes and looked at me
sardonically.

"Is he really that bad? He seemed nice enough on the phone," she said.

"Let’s just put it this way. If I had to choose between having a root
canal on every tooth or going to a meeting with him, I’d pick the root
canal," I sighed, leaning back in my chair with my hands behind my head.

3:30 rolled around and I headed over to meet Rick. Walking into the office
of Spin It records, I was in total disbelief at how a sleaze like Rick
could build such a vast empire. The office space for the company was
extremely nice, with the hallways lined all the way down with gold and
platinum records of some of the hottest acts in the past 20 years. Of
course, Spin It had been bought out years ago by Sony, but Rick still
basically ran things and signed new talent. With a voice like hers, I was
amazed that he had managed to land Christina Aguilera. But then again, I
had to give the guy credit that at least he knew how to work the business
and the people in it. Walking into his inner office, I was greeted by his
secretary and asked to take a seat, Mr. Dugan would be ready in a few
minutes. Leafing through a music magazine while I waited, the door opened
5 minutes later and out came a very young looking girl, no older than 17
at least, who looked very flushed and was straightening out her blouse as
she walked. She was very attractive, and had a "girl next door" look to
her, complete with the classic blond hair, blue eyes. In fact, I thought
it was Christina herself until I got a good look at her as she was walking
out the door. No, this girl was a little on the chunky side, she couldn’t
be anyone famous. Then I caught myself, realizing how dehumanizing that
sounded. A minute later, Rick opened the door and invited me in, he
himself looking very sweaty and hot. Right away I could tell that he was
fucking the little girl who had just walked out of the office. I was
amazed how he could do it when he knew I was outside of the door, just a
few feet away. Shaking my head in amazement, I walked into his office,
checking my seat for any stains before I sat down. Luckily, the rest of
his office was just as nice as the rest of the building, and things seemed
to be neat and orderly. Rick got right down to business.

"Alright Dean, let’s get squared away. I’ll give you 10,000 for doing
this, and all you have to do is come up with some shitty excuse why you
can’t bring her on as a client, alright?"

The amount knocked me back a little, but I regained my composure quickly.
Nodding in agreement, I said "Sounds good. When is she getting here?" I
asked.

"15 minutes. IF she is on time, and you know little bitches like her are
never on time," he said disgustedly. "Listen, I’m going to go grab a quick
shower till she gets here. I got sweaty from uhhh…working out. If you
need anything, my secretary is right outside. Till then, look around, make
yourself comfortable, whatever,"

With that he walked out of the room, and I stood up to look at all the
plaques on his wall. The ones up there now were big time, current acts.
Apparently he relegated the "lesser" bands to the outer halls. Walking
over to his mini-bar, I fixed myself a rum and coke, and stood looking out
of his huge picture window. Standing there sipping on my drink and looking
out at the city below, my mind started wandering and I must have ended up
in my own little world, as I didn’t hear the door open behind me. I did
however hear it close, and I turned around to look at who it was. At first
glance I thought it was the young girl from earlier, returning to pick up
something she forgot maybe, but then I realized no, this wasn’t her. This
girl was around the same height and had virtually the same looks, except
her hair had pink attachments in front, and she was wearing a different
outfit than the first girl. A sheer navy blue tube top like thing and
zebra striped pants that looked like she was poured into, accented all by
a belly button ring, and I knew within a second that this was Christina
Aguilera. At first I think she was confused as to who I was, but then I
saw a look of recognition cross her face. Walking over to greet her, we
did the typical Hollywood hug and cheek kiss, though I had to bend down to
kiss her cheek. She was much shorter in real life than I thought she would
be, although just as pretty.

"Hi, you must be Dean. I’m Christina," she said, smiling.

"Yes. I am Dean. And don’t worry, I know who you are," I said, smiling
back in a way that I hoped wasn’t too cheese ball.

"Well, I’d like to sort this thing out before that cocksucker Rick gets
back. God damn does that mother fucking prick make me mad," she said to
herself, the hatred filling the air all around us.

I was surprised by her colorful language. Not that I hadn’t heard it
before, it’s just that she had always appeared to be this sweet and
innocent little girl. Apparently not.

Jokingly, I said. "Where did a young girl like you learn such nasty words
as those?"

Christina gave me a disapproving stare, and then her tone in her voice
shifted to be a little more throaty and sultry. "Oh don’t worry about what
I know how to say. I can DO things that are much nastier than that,"

Feeling the temperature in the room jump about ten degrees from just that
one sentence, I cleared my throat and motioned for her to sit down. She
did, and I turned to face her.

"While I was waiting for you to arrive, I have been looking over your
contract. You seem to have such a sweet deal here, I can’t imagine why you
would want to leave," I said, starting to lay the ground work for my
escape from bringing her to my agency.

Twirling her hair on her finger, Christina gazed off at some unknown point
and said almost dreamlike "The money is good. But Rick isn’t fucking me
the way I like to be fucked,"

Trying to play it off and change the subject (as well as quell my growing
erection).

"Well, it’s not our policy to take talent away from another firm when they
are already under contract. Plus, right now, we aren’t really looking to
invest in any more stars of your caliber. In fact," I started to say, but
was cut off abruptly just by the look given to me by Christina, whose head
snapped forward and who glared directly at me.

"That prick!" she said loudly. "Rick is paying you not to hire me. I can’t
believe it. He stops fucking me for two days and thinks that I’m all
heartbroken over him because his 6 inch dick can’t please me. Well, I’ll
show him," she said to herself.

"No, Christina it’s not like that. It’s just that with all the other
musicians and," I tried to argue with her, but she cut me off again.

"Oh save it. I may be young but I know when I’m getting screwed. I’ve been
in this business longer than you," she shouted back at me. I was now
feeling very uncomfortable and embarrassed, and I wondered where the hell
Rick was to calm down this diva.

Trying fruitlessly to interject with her again, my mind raced as I tried
to reason with her. "I’m telling you, we aren’t hiring right now. We just
don’t need you," I said flatly.

Christina wasn’t even listening to me anymore, she now stood with her
hands on her hips, pondering who knows what. Her face slowly began to
change however from anger to a look of calm resign. I couldn’t even
imagine what was coming next.

Walking over to me, she kneeled down in front of me and looked up into my
face. Her eyes were beautiful, as was her face, something that I realized
was such a rare trait: a true, natural beauty.

"I’m sorry I yelled at you Dean," she said, almost whispering. "It’s not
your fault. All of this was caused by Rick and he is the person to blame,
not you. But I know he agreed to pay you to not hire me on. I just need
you to tell me right now if this is true. I have to know before I can
consider leaving him as a representative and a lover,"

Feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place, I tried to avert my eyes
from her face, but to no avail. Sighing, I returned my gaze back to her.

"Yes. Yes, he was going to pay me. $10,000 to not hire you. I’m sorry I
lied, I shouldn’t have gotten mixed up in this whole thing," I said,
starting to stand up to leave. But suddenly I felt Christina’s hand on my
thigh, moving it’s way up to my crotch.

"Thank you. That’s all I needed to know," she whispered. I again tried to
move, but this time she used both hands to push me back down. Half knowing
what was coming next, I felt my throat go dry as I asked "Christina, what
are you doing? Let me up,"

"Just sit down and relax. Let me handle things from here," she whispered
again. Feeling her hand move to my crotch once more, I couldn’t help get
aroused watching her small hands move up and squeeze my dick through my
gray slacks. She slowly began to unzip my pants, while my body relaxed and
let impulse control it, despite the fact that my brain was going a mile a
minute, thinking about what would happen if Rick walked in; thinking about
what would happen if someone else walked in; but most importantly I
thought about Alyssa. Struggling desperately to keep my dick from thinking
for me, finally I resigned myself that a quick little blow job wouldn’t
hurt anything, because no one would ever know about that. Still, I
couldn’t quite shake that nagging little conscience in my head. That is,
until I felt Christina lick the tip of my dick as it stuck out of my boxer
shorts. Resigned to just let it happen, I laid back and closed my eyes.

But a "quick little blowjob" wasn’t what Christina had in store. Hearing a
sliding sound, I looked up to see Christina stepping out of her zebra
striped skin hugging pants and pull her panties aside right outside her
tiny little slit. Before I knew what was happening, she had lowered
herself onto my cock. My god was she tight. And so hot and wet, I felt
that my dick would melt inside of her. The velvet of her pussy sleeve was
softer than anything I had ever felt on earth, and I couldn’t believe that
I could actually get my dick into her. It was then that I realized that I
wasn’t getting an innocent blowjob, I was fucking another woman. This
time, for the moment at least, my logic won out. Attempting to pull
Christina off of my shaft, I said,

"Christina, I can’t. I’m seeing someone and I can’t cheat on her," I said
meekly. She was still riding me up and down as she laughed.

"Haha. You live out her in L.A., you work in Hollywood, and you worry
about cheating on someone. NOW who is acting like the little kid," she
said.

"Tell me," she said sexily, brushing the pink attachment from her eyes.
"Can your woman do this?" With that, I felt Christina force herself back
onto me all the way, impaling herself. That in and of itself was a
tremendous feeling, but what she did next was incredible. Starting at the
tip of my prick, I felt her voluntarily contract and expand her pussy
muscles around me, creating a ripple effect that shot all the way down my
prick and almost caused me to blow my load inside of her right then and
there.

Caught totally off guard, I threw my head back and moaned loudly.
Christina smiled devilishly and began riding me up and down again,
occasionally doing the pussy ripple again. I was totally gone now, driven
totally by pure animal lust and no longer clear thinking. Fuck Alyssa I
thought to myself. She is probably getting fucked by another guy somewhere
too. She will never know that I fucked this hot tight little cunt. She…

Suddenly my mind cleared up as I heard Christina say, through labored
breathes, "Ok Rick honey, come in and join us,"

Glancing around Christina’s nubile body (she had pulled her tits out now
and was in the process of sucking her own nipple as I guided her up and
down my cock with my hands on her hips, I saw Rick Dugan standing in front
of the chairs and desk, stroking himself. Angry that he might have been
there this whole time, I moved to speak, but Christina beat me to it,
kissing me deeply and keeping me from talking, knowing probably exactly
what I was going to say. While doing this, she lifted herself off of my
dick almost completely. A primal part of me was mad that she had pulled
off before I came, but then I realized that she wasn’t getting off me at
all. She was merely moving her ass up so that it was in range of Rick’s
dick. Feeling his leg bump against mine, I saw a look of total bliss on
his face as he sunk his dick deep into Christina’s asshole slowly and
purposefully. Christina moaned into my mouth. Finally I could tell that he
had bottomed out inside of her, and he began to move his dick and out of
her slowly, building a momentum and tempo. Catching onto his rhythm
quickly, I began to match him thrust for thrust. While I wasn’t happy
about cheating on Alyssa, nor was I happy with sharing a woman with the
diseased fleabag that was Rick Dugan, the allure and feeling of Christina
Aguilera’s teenage heat was just too strong.

All three of us fucked like this fucked for what felt like hours, a mass
of sweat and bodily fluids (my slacks were now covered in Christina’s
juices) writhing around on top of a high backed leather chair. Despite
having come in later (no pun intended), Rick appeared to be coming first.
He moaned out loud, as did Christina, and I felt her shudder all around me
as Rick sprayed the inner walls of her ass with cum. Pulling his softening
dick out of her ass, Christina focused her efforts on getting herself and
me off. Pushing down and grinding with her pelvic muscle (She was strong
for such a small girl. Must have been all the dancing) against my crotch,
her blond pussy hair contrasting with my darkened hair that surrounded my
dick and balls, Christina began talking dirty to herself and to me.

"Oh yea….that’s what I like. Oh yea baby, do that again. Little
Christina can feel your big cock in me. OOOOOOoooo yea. Do it baby, make
me cum. I wanna cum all over your hot cock. Do it to me, make me cum. Yea,
yea, yea! That’s it! AGGhhh! I’m
almost there. I can feel you are almost there. Cum inside of me baby.
That’s it. That’s what I need. I can feel you expanding in me. Shoot your
hot spunk in me. I want it! I WANT IT NOW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

Her scream echoed throughout the room as she came, her body shuddering on
me. Her pussy rippled once more, and that was more than enough to send me
over the edge, as I felt the first and second stream hit the deepest
nether regions of her pussy, coating it down with her cum. I thrust into
her again for the final three shots, these hitting the rest of her inside.
The room smelled of sex, as Christina slid off of me, the trail of her own
juices leaving a small trail down her leg and on to my pants.

Not much was said for the next few minutes. Rick and Christina kissed
while I cleaned myself up, using a stain remover to clean off the cum
stains on my pants. Finally, when we were all neat and tidy again, I
finally spoke.

"This wasn’t about you leaving Spin It was it Christina," I asked,
straightening out my tie.

"No. I would never leave here," she said, kissing Rick. "This was just a
bet that Rick and I had. He didn’t think I could seduce another man enough
to let me get double teamed. But it worked,"

"So then I was used for a bet?" I said, growing angrier by the second.
“What about that girl you were fucking before I got here Rick?” I asked,
trying to score any points to make up for my total feeling of being used.

"Oh, that’s a friend of mine. Rick and I fuck other people. But we always
come back,” Christina said, smiling.

“As far as being used, yes and no. I’d wanted to fuck you since you got
here to L.A. and your reputation spread. And it was a fantasy of Rick’s to
tag team a girl. And you got to fuck me, so that and of itself is a good
deal for everyone involved, wouldn’t you say?" said Christina, her ego now
almost as big as the room.

"And listen, I’ll still cut you that check if you want," interjected Rick.

I was furious now. Not just about there egos, but about how I had let
myself get carried away by passion and now how horrible I would feel about
things until I told Alyssa.

"Look, I don’t want your fucking money. I’m not some god damn gigolo. I’m
warning you though; You ever call my office again I will go straight to
MTV and ruin little im-miss-innocent over there’s reputation. You won’t be
able to get a job singing for the fucking bum on the street,"

Christina looked hurt and taken aback by this, and I decided it was my
time to leave. Grabbing my coat, I walked out the door, slamming it behind
me.

Driving back to my apartment, I changed and tried to get the smell of sex
off of me. But it was no use. No matter how hard I scrubbed myself, the
stench of cheating felt ingrained in me. That night I was supposed to pick
Alyssa up for dinner, but when I finally pulled up to her house, I sat in
my car with my face in my hands for 20 minutes, ashamed at what I had
done. I tried to rationalize how shitty I had been and how it had been the
L.A. lifestyle. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get around the
fact that I had to tell Alyssa before this got to big. Given the terms I
left Rick’s office on, it was just a matter of time before this became
gossip. Resigning myself to fate, I walked to Alyssa’s door and went
inside.

It’s been a week now since that night. I spoke with Alyssa immediately
about it, and despite my heartfelt apology, she told me to get out and to
never come near her again. She said that all of her contract work with my
firm would be done over the phone only and that if I tried to force her to
do something she would drop me so fast it would make my head spin.

As I sit here now, watching television on my couch, I have made a promise
to myself. Never again will I put myself in a situation where I could hurt
the person I grow to care about. I will live to date again, without a
doubt. But next time, I won’t be the one who gets burned.

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