Chapter 15: Natalie Portman
Note: Contains non-sexual violence.
Feedback and suggestions always welcome. And so I return to my one true muse, Natalie Portman. This chapter is much longer than the rest of the series and could almost be called two chapters. The sex is much more broken up, but that's because I'm building to something that I think pays off in the end. Also a pre-warning, there is violence in this chapter, though not of a sexual kind. Enjoy.
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This is Part 15 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.
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Rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, I reclined back in my chair. Sitting at the large mahogany desk of my office, I stared out the window just a few feet away from me and watched the gentle rain trickle down the window pane outside. This was an uncharacteristic shower for this time of year, but things were so dry all over California that it was certainly appreciated. Outside the just fallen night was broken by the orange glow of radiant and buzzing street lamps all the way up the road as far as I could see. Other than the occasional car horn, the night seemed still and perfect.
I was startled by a knock on my open office door. It was Julie, my assistant, who was working as late as I was. Though I have recalled some quite wild tails in these past chapters of this journal, the truth is that I still have to maintain and do paperwork like everyone else out there. Tonight happened to be one of those nights.
"Working late too huh?" Julie said softly. She leaned against the side of the door frame with a few file folders in her hand, bouncing them absently on her hips.
For those who don't know, or may have forgotten, Julie is my personal assistant here at Shooting Star Talent Agency. Her mother used to work for my father before I took over the business when he passed away. Julie's mother left the agency as well, but she left her daughter there to help me out.
From day one, I knew that Julie was a beautiful woman. She seemed to be of Italian descent, with beautiful black hair and a rich olive complexion that often times seemed to reflect or radiate light. Her eyes were a deep emerald green and were set into her face perfectly, and her nose and lips were small as well. She had spent most of her life in California I later learned but even if she hadn't, she would have been one of the thousands of young girls who might have come here to LA to seek a movie career. I didn't know much about her past, other than that she had moved here with her mother when she was young due to "personal issues". I had never pressed the issue and didn't see a point in doing so. The California weather had been good to her, tonight's rainy drizzle aside, and she seemed to get more beautiful every day. Tonight she was wearing a red silk blouse that clung to her C cup chest tightly, billowing out at the neck line to expose her tan, flawless neck and upper cleavage, and a black skirt that barely went past her thighs. On almost any other woman, the outfit would have looked slutty but Julie made it look classy.
Due to my involvement with the celebrities of the firm that I have written about thus far, I never had tried to pursue a relationship with Julie. At first I thought she wasn't interested in me, but it seemed like I would catch her staring at me dreamily in occasional moments. I knew that when I started dating Alyssa Milano seriously a while back she became upset with me, using the "Don't mix work with pleasure" reasoning. After I ended up blowing that, she seemed to cool down and recently I could sense a bit of flirtation in her voice and actions when we spoke.
"Yea, just trying to finish up some of these contracts. I hate paperwork bullshit like this. It's just a bunch of hoop jumping the studio does to prevent both sides from getting the lawyers involved if our stars fucking up," I sighed, rubbing my hand through my hair.
"I understand. The unglamorous life of an agent I guess," Julie said with a small smile. "And his personal assistant of course, who is here just as late helping him," Julie said, putting her hands on her hips.
I chuckled at that and tapped a pen on my desk. "Yep. But hey, you know I appreciate everything you do for me, don't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"I guess I do," Julie said, staring out the window I was looking at minutes before. Walking over to the window, she turned her back to me and was silent for a moment.
I had leaned forward and was about to start my work again when Julie spoke.
"Dean, I know I've been a bitch to you sometimes around the office," she said.
"No, Julie you've kept me in line more than anything," I replied.