Chapter 3: Escorting Jessica Alba

Awards shows are always a big deal for us agents. Sure, they are a mixed blessing with all the preparations in getting your star (or stars) ready for the big night, but the payoff comes when they come home with those nice shiny statues that mean bigger and better things for their careers, and our wallets.

One of the firms hottest clients and a quickly rising star is Jessica Alba. We had initially taken her on as a "little fish". Basically a bit part actress. But then when she interviewed for the highly coveted female lead on James Cameron's Dark Angel and got it, we started to pay more attention. The show is a hit and Jessica was everywhere. She was the "it" girl for the fall TV season, something very few stars get to experience. And now here she was, up for a People's Choice award for best new actress. Sure, it wasn't an Academy Award, but anything that can help her resume works for me. So, on the night of the ceremony, I went all out. Julie (my personal assistant) had suggested renting a huge limo for Jessica, as well as paying for the dress she would wear. This would display an air of confidence and would treat her like the star she had become.

We picked Jessica up from her loft apartment at 5, allowing two hours for pre-show traffic. Myself and two bodyguards were in the limo when we pulled up, just as a safety precaution. I was there to see how she did and maybe wrangle away some new clients for the firm. As soon as her and her boyfriend got in the car though, I knew something wasn't right.

"Dean, guys," she said, nodding at the two security guards. "This is my boyfriend Ken,"

Ken was a well built guy, probably in his mid 20s. He had a nice enough face and was dressed very well, but even from 5 feet away, I could smell the alcohol on his breath and his clothes.

"Hi. How are ya doing? I'm Ken," he said in a slight slur, extending his hand for us to shake. When I reached to shake it, he pulled it away.

"Haha! Too slow!" he laughed drunkedly. I looked at the two guards. They too could tell it was going to be a long night. The car ride there was excruciatingly long, not only because of pre-show traffic but because Ken talked endlessly about how he met Jessica and how we had all better "stay away from her, she's my girl", shaking his fist at the two guards. The one on his right just rolled his eyes and politely answered "Yes sir."

To make matters worse, Ken was partaking in the whiskey in the car quite fluidly. Jessica was underage and couldn't drink, although not like I cared if she wanted to or not. Lots of our under age stars partied quite hard. Jessica just sat on her seat in the car quietly, obviously embarrassed by Ken.

When we arrived, Jessica and Ken got out of the car. Julie had picked out the dress for Jessica to wear, and she looked absolutely beautiful. It was down to ankles and all black, with a maroon sash tied around the waist. Her left shoulder was bare, and the back of the dress was slit, exposing her beautifully tanned and perfect skin. When she stood to get out of the limo, I couldn't help but look at her ass. Ken managed to compose himself for the cameras, although it was quite evident to anyone near him that he was totally drunk. Luckily for Jessica and the firm, the cameras avoided him as much as possible.

Before the show began at 8, I walked around the lobby of the auditorium, talking to clients who were in attendance but not up for any awards, as well as managers and owners of studios and other agencies. In the two months I had been in Hollywood since taking over the business from my deceased father, I had made quite a few connections in Hollywood. Grabbing a drink from a cute little brunette waitress, I took my seat in the upper level above the stage.

This was my first in-person award show and I enjoyed it. Granted, winning a People's Choice isn't THAT big of an accomplishment, and a lot of the presenters were b-movie actors and actresses, but it was still enjoyable. When Jessica's category was up and set to be announced by Rob Lowe, I actually felt myself get a little nervous and excited.

"And the winner for Best new actress is... Jessica Alba, Dark Angel," Lowe read from the envelope.

The auditorium erupted in applause, and Jessica made her way to the stage. Her acceptance speech was short and sweet. I was honored when she mentioned me by name as "the best agent a girl could ask for". Strangely though, she didn't thank her boyfriend.

After the show, I finally chased her down in the lobby.

"Congratulations!" I said, giving her a hug.

"Thanks. This is so overwhelming!" she said, a huge smile on her face.

"Well, let's go celebrate. Tell me Ms. Best New Actress, where are we off to?" I asked, leading her towards the entourage of press and limos outside the doors.

"Hold on, I need to find Ken. I think he went off somewhere to get another drink," she said, sounding a little angry about his drinking.

She found him not exactly where she wanted to. He had cornered a blond bartender in a far corner of the room and was obviously trying to get into her pants. His head was less than 3 inches from her face and it looked like he was just about to kiss her when Jessica walked up. Using a move I had seen her do in Dark Angel, she grabbed Ken by the shoulders and slammed him up against the wall. For a smaller woman, she was quite strong. I was across the room but I could tell from her voice and body language that she was giving him a major bitch session. His face seemed to be apathetic, often not even looking at her when she was talking. She finished and started ragging him towards me and the door. We hurried to the limo and drove off.

Jessica was extremely upset, and had her face in her hands crying.

"How the hell could you do that to me Ken? In front of all those important people," Jessica sobbed, trying to control herself again.

Ken was even more drunk than I thought possible, and his attitude showed it. "I was just trying to hook up with a girl to maybe get in on a threeway with you, me and her," he said snottily.

Jessica slapped him hard across the face. Acting out of pure reflex, Ken balled up his fist and raised it back to punch Jessica. Luckily the two bodyguards caught it as soon as it was over his head, one of them palming his fist and holding it back while the other bent his other arm around his back, immobilizing it. Ken struggled in vein for a second and then relaxed. The guards still held on.

"Ken, I think this is where you get out," I said coldly.

"What?? We are in the middle of the freeway!" Ken said, sounding concerned for the first time that night.

"That's your problem. Not mine," I said. With that, one of the guards used his free arm to open the door to the night road outside. We were not going faster than 5 mph, and actually were stopping quite frequently. And even though I didn't give a rats ass what happened to him, I didn't want to go to jail for throwing him out of a fast moving car. Moving with amazing agility inside such a small space, the guards grabbed Ken's legs and arms and as the car came to a stop in traffic, lightly threw Ken onto the shoulder of the freeway, closing the door quickly behind them. Ken rolled a little bit but was back up in a flash, running after the car. He caught up to it and was banging on the windows, quite sober now.

"Jessica baby, come on! I wouldn't ever hit you, you know that! I was only kidding around with the blond girl! PLEASE LET ME BACK IN THE CAR!" he was yelling, his tuxedo getting dirty from the sand along the road as well as the diesel fumes from the cars. When the car stopped, Jessica surprised us all and rolled down her window. A momentary glimpse of hope on Ken's face was just that, momentary, as Jessica said emotionlessly.

"Go fuck yourself,"

This angered Ken and he tried to cram his arm and head through the window to get at Jessica. The guards were quick on the draw though, pulling out a 9mm pistol each and jamming it through the window. Ken got the message and backed away from the car. Jessica rolled up her window and the car sped up, as we were at our exit.

Things were quiet in the car until we got back to Jessica's loft. I took one of the guns from the guards and got out of the car with Jessica, telling the driver to take the limo back after he dropped the guards at their houses. I would stay with Jessica to make sure she got in okay and that Ken didn't try anything stupid. I was acting not only in my best interest but also Jessica's, as after the awards and Ken, things could be a little exciting at her house in both a good and a bad way.

We walked to her front door and then she stopped before opening it.

"Thanks Dean. I mean, for everything you did tonight," she said, looking directly into my eyes.

"No problem. And congratulations again on winning," I said.

"Yea, thanks," she said. There was an awkward moment of silence and then she leaned in slowly and gave me a kiss on the cheek. This wasn't the usual Hollywood greeting kiss; There was a certain warmth in it. Feeling her warm breath on my cheek, impulse took over and I turned her head slightly, kissing her softly on her beautiful lips. I only intended it to be a momentary kiss, to return the favor, but she kissed me back with more heated passion. I began to feel my body take over as I unconciously moved my hands up to her soft, round hips. Our kiss became more involved, as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I moved mine into hers. We stood there kissing like that for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I broke the kiss and moved my hands from her.

"Would you mind staying with me, just to you know, be safe?" she asked innocently, the flames of passion dancing behind her deep hazel eyes.

"I'd love to," I replied softly. She then opened her door and we were inside her apartment. Shutting the door behind us, she took my coat from me and hung it on the coat rack by the door, brushing her small but firm body against my side. Turning around after hanging the coat, she leaned against the wall and I moved in to kiss her again. Our mouths acted virtually on their own accord and our kissing became more feverant. I slowly started kissing her neck and exposed shoulder, reaching my hands around her back to undo her dress. Letting the clasp fall, I gently pulled the dress over her shoulders and exposed her bare breasts.

Her skin was as beautiful as the rest of her, a darkened shade that had to have come from the Italian and/or Hispanic portion of her genes. Her aereolas were a deeper brown and very large, covering the front portion of her breasts almost entirely. Her nipples were large and quite soft, as I ran my hands over them, flicking them ever so gently to arouse them. The stood pointed from her large breasts, as Jessica's breathing became a bit heavier from the excitement. Her face was flushed with the erotic attention the rest of her body was getting. I moved my mouth from her shoulders and began kissing her breasts all the way down to her nipples, taking a handful of her left tit into my mouth and sucking lightly on her nipple. Jessica held my head there and ran her fingers through my hair, moving her hands smoothly up and down the side of my face.

I switched to the other breast and started flicking her now very erect nipple with my tongue, running it slowly around her nipple, teasing it.

This continued for a few minutes, me standing there in her hallway in my expensive tux and her dress half off of her body. Jessica pulled my head up to her face and we kissed fiercely again. After a few minutes, it was her turn to break the kiss and she gazed deep into my eyes and whispered throatedly,