Damn trying to get this fic edited and reposted is taking longer than I thought. For those of you who have read this already the first time, I'm trying as hard as I can to get this caught up so I can continue this fic where I left off.
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James is sitting at Anna's computer trying to pull up his meeting schedule for the next day. He was never very computer literate. The extent of his computer knowledge consisted of checking his e-mail, and using the word processor. James trying to access the day planner program on Anna's computer was like a monkey trying to use a cell phone. James accidentally clicks an icon that opens a clip of Kitty's nude scene from her OAV that Anna downloaded earlier. He had heard of it, but this was the first time that he had actually seen it. He had never realized what a great body Kitty had. It should have been obvious that she was in great shape after all the beatings that he had received at her hands. James is intently staring at the computer monitor when Logan walks into the waiting room.
James doesn't notice Logan enter the room. Logan hears what could only be conceived as something of a pornographic nature. He walks behind James, and looks over his shoulder at the monitor. To his surprise, he finds James watching a nude kitty climbing into a shower. "So that's why you let her get away with beating you up all the time."
James turns abruptly, falling out of his seat, and hitting his head on the edge of the desk. He rubs the back of his head, and looks up at Logan laughing hysterically. Logan gathers his composure enough to reach over and help James up from the floor. "I didn't hear you come in....." James hears Kitty's moaning voice, and realizes that the video clip is still running. He quickly turns around and closes the window.
"Well, you were a bit pre-occupied." Logan chuckles, "I didn't know you had a thing for Kitty."
"N-NO! You don't understand......I was trying to get my schedule for tomorrow off of Anna's computer.....I-I clicked an icon.....T-Then....." James looks at a big "I know better" grin on his face. "Oh forget about it, let's get this meeting started!" James Quips, and trudges into his office with Logan following close behind.
James and Logan enter his office. They walk over to his desk, and take their respective seats. James opens one of his desk drawers, and pulls out Logan's new contract.
"Okay, first of all, I'd like to congratulate you on your successful stint on Broadway. I've seen the reviews, and they said that you were fantastic."
"Thank you, it's nice to be appreciated as an ar-Tist. "
"So, is there anything you would like to discuss before you sign your contract?"
"Yes, well you see with the Broadway thing, and all my endorsements, and OF COURSE, my album coming out next month, my schedule is pretty tight. I was wondering if we could work out a more accommodating shooting schedule next season. I mean, the hardships of being a star can be so trying sometimes."
James raises an eye brow at Logan. "Umm yes, I'm sure that we won't have any problem setting a schedule that will fit your needs."
Logan reaches into the inside breast pocket of his jacket, and pulls out a Platinum embroidered cigarette case.
"Please don't smoke in here."
"Oh relax James; a little second hand smoke won't kill ya."
Logan searches his pockets for his lighter, but can't seem to find it. He puts the cigarette between his lips, and then stands up from his seat to check his pant pockets.
"Hmmmm, I seem to have misplaced my lighter." Much to James's pleasure.
Logan pulls out a cell phone out of his pocket, and sits back down. He dials a number on his speed dial. He sits impatiently listening to the phone ring.
"Yes, Hello Andrew? Yeah, what have I told you about not answering the phone right away..... I don't care if you were giving Fifi her doggie manicure, I expect you to answer the phone right away!"
James sits in his seat, and looks at Logan quizzically. "Who the hell does this guy think he is, P-Diddy?!?!?!" James thinks to himself.
Anna's car pulls up to a lavish house in west Beverly Hills. This wasn't the first time that she was here, but she resolved that she had spent far too much time there already. There is a car in the drive way that she doesn't recognize. She sits in her car for several minutes pondering how she got herself into this predicament. She finally gets out of her car, and hesitantly walks up to the door.
"What the hell am I doing here again!?!?!"
Anna is about to knock on the door, but then she turns and starts to walk away. Just as Anna is about to walk away, the door opens, and Kurt steps out. Anna can't believe that this is happening, and desperately looks for a hole to crawl into and die from embarrassment. "Anna?!?!?!" Kurt looks surprised for a split second, the gets a mischievous grin on his face. "I see that you couldn't wait to see me again, so you followed me her
Anna feels herself get physically sick at the thought of interacting with him in anyway. "N-No, I'm here to see....."
Before Anna has a chance to finish her sentence Jean steps out of the house wearing only a white towel. "Oh Anna, Good to see you."
Jean grabs Kurt, and pulls him in for a kiss, the whole time not taking her eyes off of Anna. This causes Anna to blush deeply. Kurt reaches around and grabs Jean's ass. She breaks the kiss, and then pushes him away. "Haven't you had enough?!?!?!"
"I can never get enough!" Kurt says coyly. "You know, since Anna's here, maybe we can....."
"Maybe you can go, and we....." Jean steps behind Anna, and cups both her breasts in her hands, which causes Anna to turn the same color as Jean's hair. "can take care of what Anna is really here for."
Kurt's jaw drops, and his eyes bulge out of his head almost as far as the bulge in his pants. With that, Jean reaches down and squeezes Anna's ass, then pulls her into the house. She slams the door behind her leaving Kurt and his bulge standing on her doorstep.
As soon as the door closes, Anna slaps Jean's hand away, and turns to face her.
"Ow! What was that for!?!?!"
"What are you doing feeling me up like that in front of him?"
"Oh relax; he'll just put it in his spank tank. He won't say anything."
"That's not the point; I have enough trouble getting him to stop asking me out on a date. That slime ball just won't get the hint!"
"Just tell him that you're gay?"
"You don't think that I've thought of that????? That would just egg him on.....now he'll think that there's something going on between us, and he'll be bugging me for more than just a date."
"What do you mean? There is something going on between us." Jean says as she cracks a wry smile.
"That was one night, and we were drunk". Anna follows Jean as she walks into the living room.
This was the first time that Anna actually got a good look at the house. She was too drunk, and too preoccupied with other things in the bedroom the first time. Then, the next morning, Anna was in such a panic, that taking time to look around was the last thing on her mind. She got dressed, or as close she could, since she couldn't find her underwear. She still didn't know where her underwear was, and she wasn't about to ask Jean about it. "It's not exactly an easy topic to bring up." Anna thinks to herself.
Anna enters the living room behind Jean. The narrow hall way opens up to a huge room. There is a stone fireplace at the far end of the room with giant double glass doors on either side which leads out onto the pool deck. She looks up to see wrap around balconies on the second and third floors which would allow people to look down into the living room. The room is filled with tan leather furniture and various forms of artwork. Anna takes a seat, and is dumbfounded by the sheer size of just the one room. She is sitting in awe of the room until Jean brings her back to reality.
"Trust me; I've been with enough people to know the difference between a drunken romp, and pure animal lust. You were into it!"
Anna blushes deeply because she knows that Jean is right.
"Well, it's just that I never did anything like that before, and the camera.....well, I freaked out."
Back in the office, James starts giving Logan evil looks because of his audacity to interrupt his meeting over a stupid overpriced lighter.
"Damnit! Just buy a pack of Bics like everyone else!" James scoffs to himself.
"Well, anyway Andrew, I seem to have misplaced my lighter somewhere between 74th and 82nd street. I need you to track it down for me......I don't know where, if I knew where it was, I wouldn't be calling you now would I? What do you mean which one????? How many diamond studded lighters do I have? Look, I don't care if you are my nephew, just find it or you're going to join your mother in the unemployment line! Alright, and don't forget to take Fifi to her aromatherapy appointment at 4:00." Logan demands before he hangs up the phone.
Logan puts the phone back in his pocket. He reaches into his jacket pocket, and finds his lighter.
"Heh, what-do-ya-know. I guess I didn't lose it after all." Logan puts the lighter to his cigarette, and lights it.
"Uh, is there anything else?????" James says in an irritated voice as he fans cigarette smoke away from his face
"Well, what is this I hear about Rogue getting paid the same as me now?"
James sits back in his chair in shock "How did you find out about that?!?!?!"
"Peggy in accounting told me. I like to keep tabs on what everyone is making."
"Logan, you shouldn't be doing that, and I assure you that Peggy will be reprimanded for this."
"Oh relax James, It's not like she's advertising it in Vanity Fair. Oh and by the way, I'd ask for more money if I were you."
"W-Wait, she told you how much I MAKE?!?!?! She shouldn't be talking about that to anyone!"
"Hey! Can we get back to the matter at hand? Why is Rogue making as much as I am?"
"Look, you can't deny her popularity on the show. We have to pay her accordingly."
"Yeah well, just remember who the star of the show is!"
"I know exactly who the star is you over paid, self absorbed, precocious; diamond studded lighter using, lost the best actor Daytime Emmy three years in a row, French poodle loving asshole!" James mumbles to himself.
"What did you say?"
James looks up from his desk at Logan. "Oh uh, Nothing, just some gas. So, is there anything else?"
"Well, there is the matter of that X23 Chick! She's really cutting into my character time. My appeal has begun to falter since you guys introduced her."
"What to you mean? Her addition to the show solidified your character as a father figure. The fans real....."
Logan looks at his watch. "Oh damn, I gotta go or I'll be late for my Pilates class.
Look uh, messenger my contract to my agent, he'll finalize all the details, and I'll get back to ya."
With that, Logan gets up from his seat, and walks out of the office. James Slouches in his seat, and lets out a sigh.
"Thank god that this day is almost over."
James reaches over to the phone, and dials a number. The phone on the other end of the line rings once, and then is answered.
Anna sits in silence as she thinks of what to say next. Thankfully, she is saved when her phone sings. He hand darts into her bag, and she answers it on the first ring.
"Hello."
"Yeah, hi Anna, I hate to disturb you, I hope that you're felling better, but I was trying to pull up my schedule for tomorrow, but couldn't find it. Do you know off the top of your head who I'm meeting with tomorrow?"
"Sorry, I don't, but I'll be in early tomorrow, and get all the necessary files ready for you."
"Okay, thanks Anna. Now you get some rest."
Back at the office, James hangs up the phone, and then comes to a startling realization.
"Why was that video clip on Anna's computer?????" James gets a flash back of his vision of getting kicked out of the building. "You know what; I don't really want to know."
Anna is putting her phone back in her hand bag. She is sitting at the end of Jean's huge leather couch while Jean is in a matching chair across from her.
"I'm glad that you accepted my offer." Jean says with a big smile on her face. "You know, I had a blast that night, why is it that you never called afterwards? You just left.....I never would have taken you as a one night stand kinda girl."
"Jean, that was a mistake, and I'm just here to make sure that that tape we made that night doesn't come out."
"Oh relax. The one we made was just for fun. I won't release it like I did the other one......That is unless YOU want to release it?"
"WHAT-DO-YOU-MEAN!!!!! Of course I don't want to release it. I'm not like you Jean! That tape could ruin me!"
"Fine, if you want the tape, then here." Jean reaches behind the chair she is sitting in, and throws Anna a tape. "But if you change your mind, I have all the contacts that you'll need. Sex is a great way to break into show business. "
Just then a large colored man walks out of Jean's bathroom on the second floor with nothing but a towel around his waist. Anna looks up in disbelief as the athletic looking teenager goes into Jean's room.
"Was that who I think it was?????"
"Who Cyborg? Yeah, he came over to help me.....Work Out!" Jean says as she stretches contently. "Why do you need a personal trainer? I can tell you that he's great at getting your blood pumping among other things."
Anna blushes intensely at Jean's remark. "Jean, you know what I'm not into guys like that......"
"Well, maybe I can help you out with that....."
Jean stands up, and walks over to Anna. She pins Anna against the couch, and begins kissing her passionately. Anna's eyes open widely, then slowly close as she starts to enjoy it.
Meanwhile, out side on the pool deck, a lone figure stands in the shadows watching the two women inside the house. The figure gasps as Jean gets up from her seat and begins kissing Anna.
Anna begins to be drawn into Jean's seductive wilds. Suddenly Anna's eyes snap open, and she pushes Jean off of her.
"No! I Love Kitty!!!!!"