Chapter 10: Portia De Rossi

"Glad you could come in Portia," I said as I reclined in my chair.

"Not a problem Dean, what's up?" Portia replied.

Portia De Rossi had become a client of the firm through ruthless dealings by my father, who had lured her away from her two-bit talent agency before, and who had been hugely influential in landing her the role as Nelle Porter on the hit TV show "Ally McBeal".

"Well actually, we do have a problem. Do you remember the photographer Rob Akens?" I asked, folding my hands in front of me.

Portia nodded her head slowly as she sat in the chair in front of me. She was wearing a light, white floral blouse that showed her cleavage quite well. She wore a matching pant suit with the blouse and had her famous blonde locks tied behind her head. Her greenish gray eyes sparkled, but they seemed to be losing some luster as I continued.

"He was famous in the early 90s for taking photos of some of the most gorgeous women in the world. His career was going great until he got busted for half a pound of coke he tried to smuggle into the country a few years ago. Blah blah, real tragic stuff. Well, he did some time but his reputation was ruined. Since he got out of prison he has been trying to re-build his career in the industry," I said, although it was apparently for my own benefit as Portia seemed to know exactly where I was going with this.

"And that's where you come in," I said with a sigh. "He contacted us about a week ago and said something to the effect that he had something of yours he knew you would desperately want if you wanted to 'Go further in life'. That was his phrasing. He wouldn't tell me what it was. He said you knew. So would you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?" I asked her.

A range of emotions was going on behind Portia's beautiful face I could tell. At first she seemed composed, then worried, then upset, then finally her face settled into a sense of uneasiness.

"Yes, I know Rob. He helped me out when I was a teenager back in Australia, still modeling. I sort of had a school girl crush on him back then. We became romantically involved for about six months, but then he dumped me for some other model. That's when I left Australia and came to the US. And I think I know what it is that he has on me. They are nude pictures," Portia said, the obvious pain in remembering what happened hurting her even as she spoke.

"What type of nude photos are we talking about here? Is it just a topless shot or full frontal or what?" I replied, as what Rob was doing to us began to take shape.

"No, it's much worse than that. If I remember right, and it's hard because it seems like so long ago, the photos we took were pretty explicit. I remember one of them distinctly because he showed them to me. It was me sucking his cock while I played with myself with a dildo," Portia said, her face turning bright red and her gaze shifting downward so she wasn't looking me in the eyes.

"Oh God..." I muttered to myself, just imagining the nightmare the press would turn something like that into. And God help us if those photos got on the Internet. I knew Fox would drop her, especially after the pressure they were put under for the incident with Robert Downey Jr. Still though, this sleazy photographer was trying to blackmail my firm and clients and I was not happy about it at all.

"Well look," I said, snapping out of my thoughts, my voice rising out of my frustration. "We don't have to do anything about this. This is blackmail, and he could go back to jail for it. I'll call him right now and tell him to fuck off," I said, picking up the phone.

"No Dean! Wait!" Portia said loudly, holding out her hand in a stop motion. "I know Rob. Let me go and talk to him, I'm sure I could get him to compromise or something. Or at least find out what he wants from us,"

Still holding the phone in the air, the earpiece beeped noisily since it was off the hook. Portia was probably thinking more rationally than I was (this being the first time someone tried to blackmail me). Finally I set the phone in the cradle and spoke.

"Alright. I'll set up a time to meet with him and let you know. But you can be sure that I will be coming along, just to make sure things go all right," I said.

Portia seemed happy with this. After chitchatting for a while and trying to lighten the mood, I had to run to a meeting so Portia left. When I returned that afternoon, my assistant Julie had already arranged everything, setting our meeting for a week from Friday. I called Portia personally and gave her the address and we agreed to meet there.

As I pulled into the driveway of Akers house, I couldn't help but notice how shabby it was. Located in an older neighborhood of LA, the house had a vintage look to it, albeit a kept in bad repair motif. Portia's car was already there, a beautiful BMW M3.

I walked up the walkway to the door and knocked. Rob answered the door, and I could see Portia standing further into the room behind him.

Rob was just the type of guy I figured he would be. He was about 5'6 and had the current 'chic' LA look, with a short goatee and very small oval shaped glasses. His cold blue eyes seemed to be picking me apart mentally in that brief moment when he opened the door. But his face changed into a wide toothed grin as he welcomed me in. I could see that he was a little overweight and that his perfectly groomed black hair was balding some in the back. He wore a loose fitting navy blue shirt which was tucked into a pair of white slacks. His feet were bare and I could see that he was used to walking around barefoot, as the bottoms of his feet were quite dirty.

"Hello Dean, thank you for coming," Rob said. His English was heavy with an Australian accent. Portia was down the hall admiring a photograph before turning her attention towards me and walking my way, her face beaming. The floor was made out of heavy oak panels, and the walls were painted a dreary shade of brown to match with the floor. The hall way was lit however with huge lights that hung from the ceiling high a few feet above me. As he led me further into his home, Portia seemed to jump in line behind him like a puppy. I could sense some of that school girl fascination returning.

Hustling up behind her, I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Has he budged at all?" I whispered into Portia's ear. Her head turned around sharply as she put her finger to her lips in a "shhh" motion. Her blonde hair, pulled back in a long ponytail that stretched down almost to her gorgeous ass, swung wildly when she turned. Portia was wearing a pair of sheer, tight black pants and a green top. Combined with her platinum hair and her green eyes, she looked like an enchantress. I couldn't help but notice as well that I couldn't make out her panty line, meaning she was either wearing a thong or nothing at all. I quickly understood how she would "bargain" with him.

"Have a seat over here Dean. Can I get you a drink, mate?" Rob asked. We had come into a studio area of the house, as it was very sparsely decorated. In the center of the room was a table that was littered with all sorts of camera parts and loose film rolls. Standing on a tripod, facing a blank white wall, was a very expensive looking camera. To the left of where I sat was a mini bar area with a lamp above it that looked straight out of an episode of "Cheers".

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," I replied to him. Portia had walked over and taken a seat next to me, her legs crossed as she watched. She herself was sipping on a rum & coke I saw, and I'm sure that it was not her first one of the day, given the way she was drinking it down.

"That's very well then. Just thought I'd offer," Rob said as he poured himself a vodka. Holding it in his hand as he paced in front of the bar, sipping it occasionally, he avoided looking at us as he was thinking to himself. After a long sip of the drink, he spoke.

"Here's what I'm gonna do," he said as he reached behind the bar and pulled out an envelope, handing it to me. "I give you the negatives and originals of those photos and you give me $500,000, and we pretend this never happened. A bloke's gotta be able to buy some blow now that he is here in L.A., no?" Rob said.

Opening the envelope and sliding the photos out onto my lap, Portia leaned over to look at them as well. What she had said were in the photos didn't prepare me at all for what Rob was showing me now.

The first photo was indeed the one Portia had talked about. In full, vibrant color, Portia was easily recognizable as she sucked happily on a medium sized cock (which had to be Rob's). She had his balls cupped in her left hand and appeared to be squeezing them. She was looking directly into the camera, and I saw that a small trickle of cum was dripping down her cheek. With her other hand she held a massive 12 inch dildo halfway in her cunt. You could see the outline of her pussy lips as they stretched around this metallic silver beast. Her pubic hair was sparse in the photo, but just as blond as the hair on her head. The next photo was even more shocking.

In it, Portia laid spread eagle and totally stretched out on a velvet bedspread. Beside her lay a pair of skimpy black panties, and all that she was wearing were a pair of matching black stockings. All over her chest however, covering her ruby red nipples, all the way from her lips to just above her pussy, were long thick streaks of cum. It had to be no less than a gallon of cum covering her body all over. Like the other photo, it was quite clearly Portia, although she appeared to be much younger.

The final photo in the envelope was also disturbing. It was a rear shot of Portia, her head turned to face the camera. Buried inside of her pussy underneath her was a huge black cock. In her ass and straddling her back was another black man's cock, this one only half way inside of her. In between her beautiful lips and on her pristine face was yet another cock, this was apparently just spewed it's hot greasy cum all over her face, as the cum was dripping down her chin. All three men's faces were not visible but like the other two photos before it, there was no mistaking that was Portia.

I slid the photos back into the envelope, and tried to remain calm and think. It was impossible for me not to be turned on by those photos, especially with the subject of the photo's face just inches from mine. Like my own breath, Portia's had become more rapid and excited just by looking at the photos. I could tell that even if she regretted her past sins, something like this was still too much not to turn her on and get her pussy juices flowing. As I felt my erection ebb inside my pants, I cleared my thoughts and started thinking like a business man again.

"No. Absolutely no way will we pay you anything. That's blackmail buddy, and in case you forgot, it's illegal in this country," I said, in a cold voice. Portia was now resting her hand on my inner arm and leaning very close to me. I could smell her fragrant perfume mixing with the sexual excitement she had just experienced.

This was obviously not the answer Rob wanted. I guess he thought we would come in here, cut him a check and that would be it. But because I was hard nosing him, his master plan was not going how he wanted. His warm and friendly motif shifted into one of anger and I saw his face darken.

"Blackmail my bloody ass! This is a shrewd business deal between a photographer and a model. Now if you don't want to buy these, I can think of a few magazines and tabloids that might," Rob said, narrowing his eyes as he stared straight at me.

"Fine. Go ahead and sell them. We will call them fakes and deny it," I said. I was more than willing to play hard ball with this junkie burnout. "And given your past reputation here in L.A., I don't think anyone would believe you any ways. You can do wonders with a computer now," I replied, my tone now icy cold as I spoke.

Rob knew that his back was against the wall and that he was running out of bargaining room. Still, I really didn't know if those were all the pictures that he had taken, let alone the only copies.

His posture shifted and he stood up more straightly as he stood up and crossed his arms. He spoke again.

"If you won't give me my money, let me get something from Portia. A quickie as you American's say," he said.

I actually laughed. I couldn't believe the audacity of this man to turn me into no more than a common pimp with one of my clients.

"There is no way on God's green earth that you will be sleeping with Portia. Not while she is my client," I said. Portia had been watching my reaction intently and I sensed relief in her hand when she loosened her grip upon my arm.

"You are a sticky son of a bitch aren't you Simonds," Rob said. I could tell that he was now very frustrated at my lack of compromise. But at this point I had him on the ropes and I wasn't going to back down before we got the photos and left without paying a thing.

"At least let me get a little blowjob from her then," Rob said. He was almost pleading now, and I noticed that he had a sizeable lump in his crotch. If he couldn't get the money, they would go for the next best thing: sex. Then again, what man in his situation wouldn't.

I was about to speak and tear him a new ass hole with my response, but Portia stunned us both by speaking up for the first time since my arrival.