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"Is she alright?"
"I don't have a clue. I'm not a doctor. No drug I have ever taken did this." Lindsay grinned, "Save this one!" She patted Megan's crotch
"Ummm...." Megan furrowed her brow in concentration. "Okay, I have my doctor to call, she'll keep everything hidden." Megan studied Amanda one last time and left the room. Amanda's looks and behavior as of late were becoming troubling. Her professionalism told her to drop her, as she was no longer marketable, but there was part of Megan that did care for the train wreck of an actress.
"Alright, I'll keep an eye on her." Lindsay said, moving further into Amanda's room.
Megan nodded and left the small set of bedrooms that she had installed into her newly purchased building. Making her way back to her office she considered the turns her life had taken. Already her talent agency was working hard, bringing in all sorts of actresses looking for the next thing. She hated to admit it, but she may be better at managing talent than being one. Not that she minded, she got to taste a variety of pussy from the world's newest stars, and some that are always looking to make it back into that spot light.
She looked over into the gym area as she strutted by. Pausing, she admired Avril's form as her muscles strained under the weights. The blonde had her hair back in a ponytail and her back seemed to ripple with every movement she made. Her weight regime was really paying off and she was every bit a fitness star. Megan had considered switching bottles once and trying Avril's Curvoma, but she feared losing her curves, and even worse her cock. Avril dropped the weights and moved on, sweat pouring off her sexy body. Even better, the personal trainer Colleen Bradley was coaching her along. A fine personal trainer, confidant, massage therapist and yoga instructor; it seemed there was nothing the black haired British beauty couldn't do.
Megan entered the set of offices and made a beeline to her own. Facing the LA skyline, the impressive vista offered a commanding view of the city. Her business acumen told her it was important to look impressive and commanding. Hence her choice of office and wardrobe. She was dressed quite professional, a business suit and matching skirt custom tailored for her curves. Looking both professional and sexy. She sat herself down in her extra wide chair and found her doctor's number.
"Hello is Dr. Rose in? She is? Can you put her on? Tell her it's Megan Fox." Megan rolled her eyes, going through the office manager was like pulling teeth.
A small delay, and a purr erupted from her phone. "Megan....to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Not social I'm afraid. A...friend...of mine may have gotten ahold of something, and I'd like you to come check her out?"
"I see. A house call?" She sounded disappointed.
"Yes, I'll find a way to make it worth your while. We want to keep this one secret."
"I am a professional Ms. Fox! If it was anyone else I'd hang up but for you I'll make an exception. Give me 30 minutes. You're at your new office correct?"
"Yes. Thanks Amber."
"Wait until you see my bill, then thank me." *click*
Megan sighed, returning the phone to its' cradle. Leaned back in her chair she stared at the ceiling contemplating. What was it that Amanda got into? Surgery? No, she wouldn't try that. Drugs? Lindsay said no medication she had ever taken did such a thing. Megan sighed again when inspiration suddenly hit her.
She popped forward in her chair and hit the intercom. "Jade, can you come in here?"
Within seconds her personal assistant appeared in the room. Jade Blake was definitely model material. Her figure was thin and tall. Probably 5'10 if not 5'11. Her caramel skin looked good in everything, including the grey suit and white shirt she wore. It was, like Megan's, professional but sexy highlighting her curves. Megan's eyes traced up her mile-long legs to her perky athletic ass. A trim waist that flared to a small C cup chest completed her gorgeous body. Her face was just as nice; flawless caramel skin with a dash of freckles, and lips were naturally full. Most noticeable were her name sake eyes. Being of mixed heritage, Jade took most of her looks from her mother. Her Irish father however, gave her a pair of brilliant green eyes that seemed mesmerizing. It made Megan a little jealous. Naturally dark curly hair, with one streak of Irish red, completed her look.
"Why again aren't you a model?"
"Too much work. I like food too much." She laughed. Even her laugh sounded like honey.
"It doesn't show."
"Thank you. I work on that, and the personal trainer you hired is most exquisite."
"She is." Megan said moving on. "Can you tell me, is there a way you can think of that someone could get access to Curvoma without being on the list?"
Jade consulted her tablet. "According to the list Pharmatech gave us, only you and Avril are on the trial. Bypassing the list would involve paying someone off."
"Right, call our Pharmatech rep and get him out here. He may have a leak and have to answer some questions."
"Done." She made a note. "Anything else?"
"Do we have anything coming up today?"
"Denise Richards has an appointment scheduled today at 2, she wants to meet with you to pitch a movie idea."
Megan stared blankly at her. "She knows I'm a talent agent now right, not a producer?"
"That's what I said over the phone, but she wouldn't listen."
The black-haired woman stared at the ceiling again. Maybe she should install a mirror up there so she could admire her form. Would that be too vain? "Alright, that ought to be exciting."
Jade moved forward and stood at the side of the desk. "Are you okay? Do you need to release some tension?" Her words said massage, but her eyes and tone said otherwise.
Megan felt her cock answer but she had to cut it off at the pass. "Maybe later, right now we should deal with this first crisis." She stood from her desk and started walking out the door, her bouncing bust leading the way. "When Scott comes in direct him to the temp apartments."
"Will do. Anything else?"
Megan stopped at the door considering. "No...wait.....where's Miley?"
"She was in the studio area earlier today. Justin Bieber has gone missing so she's going to fill in at the I Heart music awards."
She pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Why do I feel like those are related. Am I invited to that?" Jade shook her head. "No? Good. Alright, that should be it."
Megan left her office with Jade not far behind. The pair separated however as Jade went to her desk and Megan proceeded to the front door. She didn't have to wait long however before Dr. Rose came rushing in. The brunette doctor was still in scrubs and a lab coat as she skidded to a halt and embraced the actress turned talent agent.
"Ms. Fox. I've missed you." She said while hugging her massive chest.
"I can tell, I'm looking forward to our next appointment, but first, follow me." Megan lead her down the hallways, always a step or two head so Amber could admire her ass as it shimmied back and forth in her suit. "So, Lindsay found Amanda Bynes this morning in what seemed like haze. Her mood has been changing over the last week or two, and her figure has changed."
"Changed?"
"You'll see." One last turn and they came up to the door. Even if Megan didn't know which room, she could easily identify it from the sounds emerging from it. "Oh boy."
Megan pushed up the door and almost stopped dead a foot into the room. "Lindsay!"
Lindsay Lohan had shucked her pants and was grinding down on Amanda. Amanda was responding by burying her tongue deep into her while her hands worked the redhead's large breasts.
"What?!" Lindsay managed to moan out. "I got her to calm down."
Megan facepalmed, "I can see that. Doctor?"
"Thank you. Can you umm.... remove yourself please?" Dr. Rose was suddenly professional despite the scene before her.
"Do I have to? She's sooooo good at this..."
"Yes!" Both Megan and Amber shouted.
Disappointed, Lindsay detached herself with a whimper. "So good."
