Journal of an Agent

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This is Part 24 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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One of the celebrities I'm most proud of at the agency is Julia Stiles. Not only was she a fairly esteemed actress for her generation but I had taken a special liking to her. You see, when her career began to take off was right around the time I took over my father's firm. I felt like a proud parent when she had risen to become a pretty well known actress. When her breakout hit "Save The Last Dance" had burst onto the scene, I knew that she had finally made it, that even though she wasn't the most drop dead gorgeous actress on the planet, she still had what it took to be a box office draw. And in this business, that's all that matters.

Which is why, to celebrate a year of success (okay, so it's a few weeks into the New Year...what can I say, I had a scheduling conflict!), I gladly accepted an invitation from Julia to go dancing at a hot new club that had opened on the outskirts of town.

"You sure you're up for clubbing Dean? You are getting kind of old?" Julia said into the phone with a laugh.

"I can hold my own. Just try not to blow me away with all those dance moves you learned on set, alright?" I said back, reclining in my chair. The year had started off slow for me and the business, as many studios sat back and scratched their heads as to how a movie like "Lord of the Rings" could make so much money. I had already heard rumblings of other literary adaptations being planned, things on the same scale as Tolkein's three books. And if I had my way, if the rumors of big budget flicks being planned by all the studios were true, then I'd be more than happy to worm any number of the agency's stars into them, including Julia.

"Alright, well I'll meet you out front of your office at 8 then?" Julia said. I agreed and hung up the phone. Walking over to my floor length mirror, I checked out my physique. Na, I thought to myself, you're never too old for a little dancing.

Julia was promptly outside my of office at 8, just like she said she would be. She pulled up in a surprisingly modest Volkswagen Jetta, a rich blue color that seemed to be cast from the shades of a bright winter sky. I climbed into her car, greeted by the thudding bass of a techno CD. Julia was certainly ready for clubbing. She wore her long, curly blond hair down around her shoulders, the back of it touching her very short white midriff shirt, emblazoned with a bright red heart over her round and jutting breasts. She wore a micro black leather skirt that just barely reached mid-calf on her legs. I knew that I was going to be in for an experience tonight as I buckled in and we headed off.

"So, where are we going? You didn't tell me the name of the club when you called," I asked. Julia just grinned. "You'll see. It's not anything like what you would expect,"

We drove for the next thirty minutes along the PCH, heading upstate. I passed the time by watching the surf break over the rocks outside in the starless moonlight, but couldn't help but let my gaze wander to Julia's bronzed, smooth legs, especially while trying to carry on a conversation with her.

I was a little surprised to say the least when Julia pulled the car over suddenly, easing onto the shoulder of the road a little ways off the main highway. A pickup truck buzzed past us as Julia turned the car off.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Something about this place seemed too secluded. My fears were eased though by a quick smile from Julia.

"Nothing. We're here. Why do you think I stopped the car?" she said a little sarcastically. She opened her door and started walking down the side of the road, heading off around a corner that wasn't but thirty yards in front of us. I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and followed her, catching up just in time to round the corner myself. She had been right - we were here. As soon as I stepped around the corner, it was like entering a totally different world. Only a few feet off of the main road was a brightly lit building that looked like an old warehouse. I could see people mingling around outside and could hear the dull thudding of the bass from inside the club. The windows flashed and danced with brightly colored, shifting lights.

We made our way to the entrance, the guys standing around outside waiting to get in stepping out of our way so that we could get to the door. This seemed odd, but then again I was starting to get a little bit of an odd feeling about the place in general. Julia for her part though, seemed to know what she was doing and where she was going. I knew this wasn't the first time she had been here. Julia left my side for a moment and bounced up, whispering something to the bouncer and then planting a quick kiss on his cheek. The guy, who looked like he could break my 6'5, 250 pound frame in half, smiled and lifted back the curtain at the entrance for Julia and I to go in. Taking my hand, we walked inside.

The music was almost deafening now and it was almost impossible to see where we were going, sweaty bodies writhing and dancing around everywhere. I had been to my fair share of clubs when I was back in college, but this was an incredibly intense and jam packed club that seemed to move and dance a completely different way than any club I had ever been to. We headed straight for the bar first, again having people part out of the way for us. I decided to ask Julia about this as soon as I got a moment. We sat at the bar and the bartender came over, asking us what we wanted to drink, Julia apparently a regular there enough to warrant the bartenders attention. He came back with a Sex on the Beach for Julia and, as usual, a scotch on the rocks for me.

Julia and I were packed tightly on our stools, the people dancing behind us. I looked around behind me, studying the crowd to try and figure out what seemed so odd about the place. Then it suddenly hit me - it was a gay bar. Besides Julia, there was probably not another woman in the entire club. Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gays - there are plenty in Hollywood that I deal with almost regularly. It was just, needless to say, a little odd being probably the only straight guy in the place.

"Uh, Julia...this is a...," I said to her, having to almost shout in her ear over the noise.

"A gay bar? Gee, whatever gave that away? Maybe the half naked guys?" she said with a laugh. "Yes, that's what it is alright. Why, do you have a problem?"

"No, not at all," I said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable sitting there. "It's just...well, why did we come here?"

"I uh," Julia said, suddenly becoming embarrassed. "Oh God! I'm soooo sorry! I thought you were..."

"Thought that I was what?" I said puzzled. Then it hit me. "You thought I was GAY?"

"Well, you are a better listener to women than any straight guy I've ever met. And you seem to have a pretty good fashion sense so I just sort of thought...oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she said, her face turning bright crimson red. She stared down at the bar at her drink.

I couldn't help but laugh though, just thinking about the situation. Julia must have been incredibly embarrassed, and perhaps what she said was true about listening and the clothes. But the thought of me being gay was bizarre enough to really make me laugh.

Julia was becoming slightly angry though. "You know, laughing at me doesn't make things any better," she said with a little bit of a temper. "Geez, you think you can judge a person and look where it gets you,"

I took a sip of my drink. "Julia, if you only knew how wrong you were about me, you'd be just as embarrassed," I said. "The better question though is, how did you even find this place?"

She seemed a little bit more at ease now, though she still shook her head in amazement. She turned her head to face me, her blond hair falling to the side of her face in an elegant arch. "I found this place with my girlfriends about three months ago. We were driving along on the way back from a party and saw how hopping this place was and just decided to stop. We were surprised when we walked in, but we actually had a lot of fun. You have no idea how nice it is to go clubbing and not have guys staring at you all night," she said.

"Wouldn't they still be staring at you though, since, you know, you are the only one in here with breasts?" I said with a chuckle. It got a big smile out of Julia.

"No, sometimes there are other girls here, but the guys don't seem to mind. They are here for each other, not for me. It's nice too - the total anonymity here, other than the occasional fan coming up gushing about 'Save the Last Dance'," Julia said, finishing her drink and ordering another.

"Yeah, I suppose it would be. No one would think to look for you here," I said.

We sat next to each other for a few minutes, simply drinking our drinks and listening to the DJ coming from what sounded like the corner of the place.

Still thinking about the humor in the situation, I didn't notice the guy slide up next to me at the bar until he had turned to talk to me.

"Hey there handsome. Care to dance?" the man said. He looked to be about my age or so, somewhere in his mid 20s. He had the chiseled chin of a character actor and very dark eyes that seemed a little supernatural in the light of the club.

"I umm...well, you see the thing is, I," I stuttered, trying to say something that wasn't TOO rude.

"What, you don't dance? Then let me buy you a drink" he said, putting his hand on my wrist. Things were getting more uncomfortable by the second.

Before I could reply though, Julia stepped in and killed the awkward moment by brushing the man's hand off me and yanking me from the stool.

"The thing is, he's taken. Sorry," she said, leading me to the dance floor.

"Fine, have him all you want Ms. Thing. Just don't expect to get many more like him in THAT outfit!" the guy called, turning back to the bar as we made our way to the middle of the dance floor.

The song changed and Julia wasted no time dancing to the beat. Pulling me close to her, she seemed to move as if she had no bones in her body, bumping and grinding against me to the music. For my own part, I danced along as well, trying to stay close to Julia so that I didn't have ANOTHER odd meeting with a guy.

Julia pressed her back against my chest and rubbed her body all the way down until she was moving on the haunches of her legs, twirling and bumping to the music. She made her way back up, thrusting her ass against me on the way up. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and I took the opportunity to thank her, what with her head being so close and all.

"Thanks for getting me out of that tight spot," I said to her. "That was more than a little uncomfortable,"

"Not a problem. It's the least I can do - I was the one who brought you here, remember?" Julia said, still dancing all around me, her body pulsating to the rhythm of the music. She had moved behind me now and I could feel her chest against my back as she held me while dancing, having the time of her life.

"Hey, since you are straight and all," Julia said to me between ragged breaths from the dancing. "I have to tell you, that guy was right. See, I knew you were handsome since I first met you, but I figured like most hot guys, you were gay,"

"Oh, is that right?" I said, now almost having to yell due to the noise of the people dancing extremely close to us and the music seeming to bounce off the walls and straight into my ears.

"Yeah. So I never thought about you sexually or anything," she said, moving back to the front of me. I put my hand around her waist as she moved, grinding her ass back against me, her white shirt becoming damp with sweat that trickled all over her back and down to her dress, soaking it a little bit as well. "But since I now know, I've got a really wicked idea,"

"What's that?" I said, still grasping her by the waist. Through no actions of my own, I felt a bulge growing in my pants, simply from the jostling and rubbing Julia was giving me (it certainly wasn't the atmosphere of the club - I had never seen so many sculpted and shirtless men, rubbing and touching and kissing one another on a dance floor)

Julia stopped dancing and turned around, pressing herself close to me. "I want to have sex. Right here and right now,"

"What??" I said, shocked. "Are you crazy? We could get arrested!"

A wicked little grin crossed Julia's face, a grin that was also mixed with excitement. "I know!" she said, her voice bubbling like a little girl who is about to get what she wants. "That's what's so nasty about it! I've always had this fantasy of having sex in public and I can't think of a better place than right here and right now! There isn't a single person in here who is going to notice or care,"

I pondered the idea, not exactly hip to the idea of whipping it out "right here and right now", even if it was to fuck Julia. I went along with it, trying to persuade her otherwise. "Well, I didn't see any booths open back there when we came in. How about we keep dancing for a bit and go talk about this in a few minutes when things calm down some?"

"No no, they won't calm down here till the sun comes up. Besides, I don't want to go to a booth, I want to do it RIGHT HERE. On the dance floor. Dancing is so erotic anyways and I have to tell you that my pussy has been getting wet just by moving against your crotch. What do you say?" Julia said, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"I'd love to, but as your agent and thus in charge of your career, I must advise against it," I said, her body still pressed close against mine. My hands had somehow magically found their way to her hips and my fingers were acting on their own, grabbing and squeezing Julia's ass. My mind said no but my body said yes.

"I'll take that into consideration," Julia said, suddenly shoving her hand down the front of my pants and grasping my dick, which became hard almost instantly.

I groaned to myself as I realized that once again my body would betray, in this case, all common sense, and let Julia squeeze my cock to it's full length as I tightened my grip on her ass.

Julia smiled at the tightening of my hands and leaned up, kissing me squarely on the lips. Within a second or two, we were locked in a deep embrace, the noise and setting of the club seeming to fade around us. I felt Julia's hand slip off my cock and out to the front of my pants, where she proceeded to unzip my zipper.

"If we play this just right," she said, pushing her hand inside once again. "No one will ever be the wiser,"

I let Julia do all the work, mostly because I was interested to see if she could really pull it off, the thrill of getting caught exciting me to no end. What happened next is very difficult to describe - it was really one of those "you had to be there" moments.

In seemingly one swift motion, Julia managed to thrust her ass against my now poking out cock, pull up her skirt and push aside her panties, allowing me to bury all nine inches of my prick deep in her before I even knew what hit me. I gasped in surprise, the pleasure of her tightness around me, the feel of her warm and young body squeezing me as I parted into her deepest nether regions a feeling beyond words.

Holding her ass back against me, Julia got more comfortable, slowly holding my meat deep inside her. Very steadily though, she began to pull away from me, in agonizing millimeter by millimeter, her muscles milking my cock for all it was worth as she began to move herself on and off of me. Julia's hips never stopped moving to the beat, and even the most suspicious person watching us would have thought that she was just grinding herself against me, as girls in clubs often do.

And yet, our faces in the end would have probably given us away - Julia's mouth was framed in an expression of pleasure and excitement, her mouth curling just slightly at the corners in a smile, and my own face more dripping with sweat than someone who had been dancing as little as I had should have been. At that point though, I didn't care - feeling Julia's cunt around my cock was incredibly amazing, accentuated even more by the way I had took her under my wing since I started running the company. At the time, I hadn't really thought about Julia sexually - she always seemed like a kid sister or something. And even though it was wrong to want to sleep with your sister, the giddy thrill of being deep inside Julia was more electric than anything I had ever felt.

I suddenly realized that we had been standing in the same position for what had to have been a minute or so and that if we didn't start "dancing" again, people might start looking at us. Now it was my turn to be the one to shake things up. Just as swiftly as Julia had thrust herself back onto me, I managed to flip her upside down in the air (sort of like the moves you see about those people who swing dance) while somehow managing to keep my cock buried at least up to the head inside of her.

This took her by surprise to say the least and I was even amazed at my ability to pull something like that off. A couple of guys near us stood there a little slack jawed at the move and I would have, in a normal situation, at least demonstrated to them how to do it. But since my dick was almost out in plain view, I instead pulled Julia close to me in a kiss, impaling her hard on my prick.

She sighed a little as our lips met, her body melting against mine, surrendering to the passion of the moment. Very gently and lightly as we continued to kiss, I began to make small, circular motions inside of her, thrusting as much as I could without being too obvious.

I could feel Julia's nipples pressing against my chest, the outline of them very visible and clear to anyone who might have happened to look. I couldn't resist getting a glimpse at them myself, so I pulled aside her top in the front, getting a quick peek. Her nipples were the lightest shade of pink I could imagine and stuck straight out from her fistful size breasts like hard little nubs. There wasn't much to her breasts but as I put my hand inside her shirt, feeling their heft, they seemed to be just the right size for complete arousal of just about any guy.

My motions in her cunt were moving faster now, lifting Julia off the tips of her feet as I moved inside of her. She had slipped one of her legs behind my own to get better leverage, and our bodies locked in a pattern of ecstasy, the hard shaft of my cock rubbing against her clit on the down strokes.

Still held inside my jeans, my balls ached for release. The pressure of containing them inside the fabric of my pants was intense - as if someone was holding my dick tightly as I fucked Julia harder and harder, trying on some animal level to break free of not only the taboo of sex in public but the urging to fuck Julia harder and more primally than even my conscious mind could imagine.

So naturally, I was a little upset when I felt Julia slip herself off of me and leave my rock hard manhood pointing straight out in front of me in the humid air of the club. But she was quick to make sure I wasn't too exposed - she stood to lose more publicly than I did, that's for sure - and dropped to her knees, taking my dick in her hot, wet mouth.

I glanced around the club, the obviousness of our act now all too clear to anyone who could see us. But I was amazed to see that the club had cleared out and that the few remaining people on the dance floor were, in one way or another, going about doing what Julia and I were doing ourselves. Some couples tried to be anonymous about it, others just didn't care. It was surreal to see all of this happening around you, to see so many naked bodies. And yet, I was possessed now by a sexual craving and the only thing my rational mind could come up with was "When in Rome, do as the Romans".