Angelina Jolie

-Mrs Jolie, thank you for coming.

-Please, call me Angie.

John shook the slender hand of the famous actress, using this opportunity to oggle at her slim silhouette. Obviously, despite not being in her twenties anymore, she was still doing a lot of efforts to maintain her body in shape. And it seemed to be working. Most people would still kill to fuck that body.

John sat in his chair and invited Angelina to sit too.

-So, tell me, how can a modest agent like me help you?

-It's about the roles I would like to play, Angie quickly responded. You see, I used to get any part I wanted, back in the days. When I was younger, they would hire me to play adventurers, secret agents, love interests, anything I wanted as long as they could put my name on the movie poster.

-Well, if I'm not mistaken, I still see you starring in movies on a regular basis, John said.

-You're right, but I'm starting to feel things changing. The kind of roles they give to me. It's changing. Slowly, Hollywood isn't seeing me as the sex bomb I used to be.

-You're saying this as if you were starting to look old, John said, amused at the actress' concern.

-I know I still look good now, Angie said. But in five years, ten years? I think I need to boost my carreer before I become a has-been actress.

John smiled. Behind her smiles and displayed assurance, he could feel true fear. Angelina Jolie was afraid of getting old, of losing her beauty. He looked at the woman's nice body and face, devoid of any wrinkles or white hair.

-You've come to the right place, Angie. I know exactly what to do with you.