Chapter 5: Christina Aguilera

Life was good. In my two months since taking over the talent agency from my father, not only had I fooled around with some of the hottest women in Hollywood, but the accountants told me that the firm was bringing in records amounts of money. And of course there was Alyssa Milano, my current girlfriend and who I felt was my soul mate. I couldn't think of anything else to make life better. I was truly at a plateau of bliss. However, when things can no longer go up, the only direction they tend to go is down.

The trouble started when I got a call from Rick Dugan, a music industry veteran and all around sleazebag with a reputation of ruining things with clients by thinking with his dick. When Julie (my secretary) buzzed my office and told me that Rick was on the phone, I shuddered to myself and apprehensively picked up the phone.

"This is Dean," I said into the mouthpiece.

"Dean baby, what's up! This is Rick Dugans, head of Spin It Records. How you doing? That's great. I need to talk to you about something," Rick said all in one breath before I could even get a word in.

Dealing with him wouldn't be a pleasant experience, I could tell already. Nevertheless, this was work, and I tried to sound open minded.

"Sure Rick, I'm listening. Go ahead," I replied.

"Well, the thing is, it's this little cunt Christina Aguilera. Now, don't get me wrong, she is a great piece of ass. In fact, I've been sticking it to her for the past year. But listen, she's getting sick of putting up with me and my shit. So she wants to meet with you about maybe becoming your client. But no offense Dean, but I don't wanna let her go, you know? So maybe if I uhh... pat your back, you can help me keep her on board her at Spin It," he said boastfully.

I knew right away what he was talking about, any one could have figured it out. If he paid me some money, I would help him keep her by making up some bullshit excuse as to why we couldn't take her on at the firm. At first I was revolted at the idea of having to deal with him, but then I started thinking about Alyssa and how even though we were both well off financially, it would be nice to have some money I could blow frivolously on her with a vacation or something. My heart outweighed my logic this time, and I agreed grudgingly to help him out.

"Yea, I'm sure something can be arranged," I sighed into the phone "Just set something up with Julie and then I will see you then,"

"Great! Thanks man. We can arrange the ahem... helping hand... right before she comes in if you want," he said enthusiastically.

"Whatever works for you. Listen I have to go to a meeting," I lied to him. "I'll speak with you later."

With that we ended the conversation, and Julie took over, setting up an appointment for me.

Reclining back in my chair, my thoughts drifted to Alyssa, so I decided to call her up. We met at a Chinese restaurant for lunch and then went back to her place and made love for a few hours. By the time I got home that night at 2 AM, I had totally forgotten about Rick and his little deal.

Two weeks passed before the deal became a thought on my mind again. It was only after Julie came in for her usual 10 AM morning visit to tell me about appointments of the day.

"12:00 you have a conference call with Universal, 2:00 you have lunch with Mr. Blake, head of your father's finances. And at 3:30, your meeting with Rick Dugan," she said, reading from her scheduling book. Startled by the recognition of the Dugans meeting, I stopped Julie in mid sentence.

"Dugan? Oh man, I forgot I made that commitment. Oh well, best to get it over with," I said. Julie just rolled her eyes and looked at me sardonically.

"Is he really that bad? He seemed nice enough on the phone," she said.

"Let's just put it this way. If I had to choose between having a root canal on every tooth or going to a meeting with him, I'd pick the root canal," I sighed, leaning back in my chair with my hands behind my head.

3:30 rolled around and I headed over to meet Rick. Walking into the office of Spin It records, I was in total disbelief at how a sleaze like Rick could build such a vast empire. The office space for the company was extremely nice, with the hallways lined all the way down with gold and platinum records of some of the hottest acts in the past 20 years. Of course, Spin It had been bought out years ago by Sony, but Rick still basically ran things and signed new talent. With a voice like hers, I was amazed that he had managed to land Christina Aguilera. But then again, I had to give the guy credit that at least he knew how to work the business and the people in it. Walking into his inner office, I was greeted by his secretary and asked to take a seat, Mr. Dugan would be ready in a few minutes. Leafing through a music magazine while I waited, the door opened 5 minutes later and out came a very young looking girl, no older than 17 at least, who looked very flushed and was straightening out her blouse as she walked. She was very attractive, and had a "girl next door" look to her, complete with the classic blond hair, blue eyes. In fact, I thought it was Christina herself until I got a good look at her as she was walking out the door. No, this girl was a little on the chunky side, she couldn't be anyone famous. Then I caught myself, realizing how dehumanizing that sounded. A minute later, Rick opened the door and invited me in, he himself looking very sweaty and hot. Right away I could tell that he was fucking the little girl who had just walked out of the office. I was amazed how he could do it when he knew I was outside of the door, just a few feet away. Shaking my head in amazement, I walked into his office, checking my seat for any stains before I sat down. Luckily, the rest of his office was just as nice as the rest of the building, and things seemed to be neat and orderly. Rick got right down to business.

"Alright Dean, let's get squared away. I'll give you 10,000 for doing this, and all you have to do is come up with some shitty excuse why you can't bring her on as a client, alright?"

The amount knocked me back a little, but I regained my composure quickly. Nodding in agreement, I said "Sounds good. When is she getting here?" I asked.

"15 minutes. IF she is on time, and you know little bitches like her are never on time," he said disgustedly. "Listen, I'm going to go grab a quick shower till she gets here. I got sweaty from uhhh... working out. If you need anything, my secretary is right outside. Till then, look around, make yourself comfortable, whatever,"

With that he walked out of the room, and I stood up to look at all the plaques on his wall. The ones up there now were big time, current acts. Apparently he relegated the "lesser" bands to the outer halls. Walking over to his mini-bar, I fixed myself a rum and coke, and stood looking out of his huge picture window. Standing there sipping on my drink and looking out at the city below, my mind started wandering and I must have ended up in my own little world, as I didn't hear the door open behind me. I did however hear it close, and I turned around to look at who it was. At first glance I thought it was the young girl from earlier, returning to pick up something she forgot maybe, but then I realized no, this wasn't her. This girl was around the same height and had virtually the same looks, except her hair had pink attachments in front, and she was wearing a different outfit than the first girl. A sheer navy blue tube top like thing and zebra striped pants that looked like she was poured into, accented all by a belly button ring, and I knew within a second that this was Christina Aguilera. At first I think she was confused as to who I was, but then I saw a look of recognition cross her face. Walking over to greet her, we did the typical Hollywood hug and cheek kiss, though I had to bend down to kiss her cheek. She was much shorter in real life than I thought she would be, although just as pretty.

"Hi, you must be Dean. I'm Christina," she said, smiling.

"Yes. I am Dean. And don't worry, I know who you are," I said, smiling back in a way that I hoped wasn't too cheese ball.

"Well, I'd like to sort this thing out before that cocksucker Rick gets back. God damn does that mother fucking prick make me mad," she said to herself, the hatred filling the air all around us.

I was surprised by her colorful language. Not that I hadn't heard it before, it's just that she had always appeared to be this sweet and innocent little girl. Apparently not.

Jokingly, I said. "Where did a young girl like you learn such nasty words as those?"

Christina gave me a disapproving stare, and then her tone in her voice shifted to be a little more throaty and sultry. "Oh don't worry about what I know how to say. I can DO things that are much nastier than that,"

Feeling the temperature in the room jump about ten degrees from just that one sentence, I cleared my throat and motioned for her to sit down. She did, and I turned to face her.

"While I was waiting for you to arrive, I have been looking over your contract. You seem to have such a sweet deal here, I can't imagine why you would want to leave," I said, starting to lay the ground work for my escape from bringing her to my agency.

Twirling her hair on her finger, Christina gazed off at some unknown point and said almost dreamlike "The money is good. But Rick isn't fucking me the way I like to be fucked,"

Trying to play it off and change the subject (as well as quell my growing erection).

"Well, it's not our policy to take talent away from another firm when they are already under contract. Plus, right now, we aren't really looking to invest in any more stars of your caliber. In fact," I started to say, but was cut off abruptly just by the look given to me by Christina, whose head snapped forward and who glared directly at me.

"That prick!" she said loudly. "Rick is paying you not to hire me. I can't believe it. He stops fucking me for two days and thinks that I'm all heartbroken over him because his 6 inch dick can't please me. Well, I'll show him," she said to herself.

"No, Christina it's not like that. It's just that with all the other musicians and," I tried to argue with her, but she cut me off again.

"Oh save it. I may be young but I know when I'm getting screwed. I've been in this business longer than you," she shouted back at me. I was now feeling very uncomfortable and embarrassed, and I wondered where the hell Rick was to calm down this diva.

Trying fruitlessly to interject with her again, my mind raced as I tried to reason with her. "I'm telling you, we aren't hiring right now. We just don't need you," I said flatly.

Christina wasn't even listening to me anymore, she now stood with her hands on her hips, pondering who knows what. Her face slowly began to change however from anger to a look of calm resign. I couldn't even imagine what was coming next.