Agent to the Stars:

I am Jon Rage and I am an agent to the stars. I am 19 years of age with brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10", and I have a nice build from regular workouts. Throughout my 19 years, I have always been the type of person that you either hated or loved. I was a basketball star throughout grammar school and high school, I always had a girlfriend, and I was very intelligent which helped me get honors with barely any work. Now how I became the agent to the stars is another story.

My Uncle Mike used to be a lot like me; however, once he hit 50 he became pissed off at the world and began to stop his workouts and healthy eating. He became a fat, grumpy old man but you still could not deny his ability at getting pompous actresses, actors, sports stars, and the bevy of other people more money than they can spend in a lifetime. Around the world, he was labeled as the best. Nevertheless, at the age of 60, he died of a heart attack and the world mourned. About six days after the funeral Uncle Mike's lawyer called my whole family into a meeting. I entered the meeting expecting maybe a little money and a car, since my graduation was just a day before my uncle's it was bitter sweet, as I would enjoy getting a nice car to take to college. Once we got into the room, the lawyer said that my uncle had revised his will the day of his .

The lawyer then announced my mom got his house, my mom's sister got his summer, my other cousin's received some money and other pieces of property, and then the lawyer came to me. I was waiting for him to announce my money and car when he announced I would be receiving my uncle's agency. He then explained that my uncle just revised the will yesterday because before he was going to have the agency close at his but he felt I was quite capable of handling the firm especially since I reminded him so much of himself in his younger years. I was shocked I had no clue how to react except to graciously accept. I pretty much knew how the profession worked but I was only 19 years old and I was expected to handle this type of stress. Now I have been working in the profession for over a year and have situated myself quite nicely.

I have met with all of the clients over the past year and stated that they have permission to leave the agency if they do not feel comfortable with my abilities. Surprisingly most of my clients stayed, a few big names left but no one that could really sink the firm. My secretary and advisers were amazing in my first year teaching me the ropes and proper etiquette. I have learned so much and some have even said I am even as good as my uncle just a lot happier and . Lately I have been working on getting Shannon Doherty some new work since her departure from Charmed. I felt that Shannon would benefit greatly and would not have any tantrums or bad behavior if she was the unquestionably the star. I found the perfect role for Shannon in a pilot of a new show where she would be undoubtedly the star.

I called her into my office to discuss the pilot with her. She just walked into my office and my secretary let her in. Shannon was wearing sunglasses, a hat, sweats, and a windbreaker. Shannon was actually a very sweet person but she had serious self-esteem problems. She sat down in my leather chair and took off her hat and sunglasses. We chatted about the pilot she seemed to be very skeptical at first but she was turning around. It was getting hot in the office so I asked if she would mind if I removed my tie, she did not. So I removed my tie, we kept talking, and I finally felt I was getting her to warm up to the pilot.

Then she began speaking, "Damn, you are a lot nicer than your uncle. He would yell and scream but you are very polite and are still as good as your uncle."

I responded with, "Why thank you but I am sure I would be no where near as successful if my uncle did not start me off with such as amazing talent as yourself."

She blushed and thanked me. Then she removed her jacket to reveal a purple Nike sports bra, I tried not to stare with all my might but I still had to. She then spoke, "I hope you don't mind I was hot and I just came here from my workout so I have this on"

I respond with, "No No, it's fine so anyway what are you thinking about this pilot?"

She then said. "Well I wasn't exactly thinking about the pilot."

My penis was growing in my pants looking at her amazing body. I was already half-erect when she sat on the desk began to play with my hair and said, "You have done so much to help me I think the least I can do is gratify you." Then makes her move and kisses me so I...