The Road to EGOT Season 02 Pt. 17

She pulled back so that she could breathe. My cock was now dripping with her saliva. She used it in order to jack my hard cock. I looked at Scarlett and I could practically see her hesitancy. She continued to look at my dick and then back at me. I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. Her eyes locked onto me and I knew she had made her decision. "Fuck it!" She finally said. She quickly pounced onto my lap and kissed me once more. She grabbed my dick in a vice grip and pointed it at the opening of her tender pussy. She was breathing hard. I could tell that she was torn between lust and loyalty to her husband.

"Are you sure?" I asked her as I felt her beginning to lower her pussy over the crown of my cock.

"Nope! But I need this." With that she lowered her body, taking all of my cock deep into her cunt. "AHHHH!!" She screamed as I groaned loudly. Scarlett and I looked at each other as the bombshell's hip began gyrating on my lap. She was so damn hot and wet, she made it hard for me to keep my focus. I wrapped my hands around her and grabbed the globes of her ass, as i lowered my head to take one of her nipples in my mouth. "FUCK! FUCK ME." Scarlett moaned to the roof. Her hips were moving much faster. She was going up and down and then rocking her body side to side to continue to gain new sensations, create new friction and have my cock enter her at different angles. My head was swimming with desire. I began pushing my dick farther into her. I switched over and took her other nipple in my mouth.Her skin smelled of lavender and tasted like cherries. Her pussy was warm and tight. Her ass was voluptuous and soft to the touch. I had died and gone to heaven.

"Shit! I'm gonna cum already!" Scarlett announced. I looked up at her and felt my dick harden as I saw the incredible look on her face as she fucked me for all I was worth. "AH, ah, ah, ah." Scarlett made the most wonderful sounds as the passion rose in her chest. Her body was covered in sweat and it just seemed to make her more desirable. "Oh shit! Oh shit." I could feel just how close she was. I pinched both of her nipples and sped my hips into her. "I'm cumming, i'm cumming!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

I watched in awe as the beautiful actress came hard. Her entire body was wracked by spasms and her pussy tightened my cock in sweet, delicious pain. I continued to pump into her enjoying the feel of her cunt as it orgasmed hard. Before she had even fully recovered, I spun us around. I lay her down on the couch and kneeled on the floor in between her thighs. I quickly readjusted and drove my cock to the hilt. I lay atop of her bountiful chest and returned my lips to kissing the sweetest tasting lips. I was now fucking her and from the way that Scarlett's nails were digging into my back, I could tell she enjoyed the reversal.

"Damn, Scarlett!" I moaned as my hips sped into her pussy that was drenched.

"Fuck me!" She told me again. I smiled at her as my cock pushed harder and deeper into her. She locked her legs around my waist pulling me deeper into her. Our lips met again. Our tongues playing and rubbing each other. I could feel the heat radiating off of her skin and I loved every instant of it. Her arms were wrapped around my neck pulling me deeper into the kiss we were fervently sharing. I had to take a moment to realize where I was and what I was doing. I smiled at how lucky I was. I was fucking Scarlett Johansson on my couch and it was fantastic. "AHHH!" I loved her moans. I pulled my cock out of her, loving the look of shocked outrage that played across her features. I turned her around so that her ass was now pointed at me. Scarlett lay her upper body on the couch as i penetrated her from behind. "FUCK!" We both said at the same time.I tightened my grip on her hips and started fucking her with a fervor I did not know I had until this point. "FUCK, FUCK! FUCK FUCK!!" Scarlett shouted as I fucked her passionately. My orgasm was nearing ever closer. I wrapped my hand around Scarlett's body and found her clit protruding. I flicked the little nub with my fingers. "Shit, shit, shit YES DUNCAN YES!" Scarlett shouted as she was hit by another orgasm. Feeling her tight, wet pussy get even tighter and wetter was all it took to send me over the edge. "AHHHHH" I yelled out as the cum jumped from my cock and ran straight into Scarlett's pussy. I felt the cum leave me and my entire body jump at the feeling of joy and excitement as I filled the lovely blonde with all of the cum.

Scarlett and I crashed onto the couch. We were a sweaty mess, but only the best possible kind. She smiled at me before kissing me.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah I am. That was great." Scarlett's voice sounding even sexier after she had been thoroughly fucked.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself as much as I did." I said laughing. She laughed too before kissing me.

"How's it going with Stamp?" She asked me laying her head on my shoulder.

"So far, so good."

"Don't get too cocky mister. As nice as your cock is." She joked and I couldn't help but laugh. "I should get going." She said as she rose from my chest.

"No, don't go. Stay the night." I pleaded.

"I can't. I've broken enough rules for tonight." She said as she slipped her trench coat back on. She kissed me softly. "Thank you for making it worth it."

"You're welcome. Thank you for coming over."

"Anytime." She said before leaving my apartment. I went to bed feeling pretty great. Today was a good day.

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I was woken up the next morning by a knocking at my door. I rose out of my bed feeling relaxed and happy. I should have known it wouldn't last. I opened the door and there was a delivery man standing there.

"Duncan Bryant?" He asked me.

"Yeah." I answered as he gave me an order sheet to sign. Once I did, he nodded at me and handed me the envelope. He quickly turned away and wished me a good day. I walked into my living room, tearing open the envelope. There was a note and a DVD disk. There was a note on the DVD that read "Watch first." I popped it into my player and switched on the television. The image that came onto the screen was instantly recognizable.

It was Derek's office. The moment i saw it, i felt a pitfall into the depth of my stomach. It worsened when I saw myself enter his office and search his desk. I watched myself open his safe and take pictures of his ledger. To add insult to injury, the tape continued to the point when Olivia Munn found me there. I cut the picture as Olivia dropped to her knees. I picked up the note attached to the DVD.

"Tonight. AGO. 9 PM." The Ago was a very popular restaurant in West Hollywood. I didn't expect this from Derek. I thought he would come fast and furious at me. Instead he was inviting me to dinner. As I got off the couch, I realized something. I wasn't afraid.

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I pulled up to the Ago a little before 9. The valet took my BMW and led me towards the entrance.

"Mr. Bryant." The hostess said. She was a beautiful brunette in a white buttoned down shirt and a pressed knee length black skirt.

"Yes. I'm meeting with..."

"Mr Stamp." She quickly cut me off. "You are set up in the private dining room. Follow me please." She said with a perfect toothed smile. I followed her through the restaurant that was busy and full. It was part owned by Robert Deniro which probably made it hard as hell to get a table here. Derek being Derek probably barely batted an eye before being able to get the private room. "Here you are. Enjoy your meal." The brunette said before smiling and walking back to her station.

I walked in and was quickly impressed by the room. It wasn't too big, but was decorated in a way that it could be used for business or romantic purposes. The table was set, but Derek wasn't there yet. I figured as much. I sat down at the table and started to look through the menu.

"Ah you came!" I heard him before I saw him. I looked up and saw him enter wearing an expensive looking three piece suit followed by one of his bodyguards. I recognized him from the monitor the night before at the club. "I wasn't sure you would have the balls. Considering you like to sneak around in dark offices during dinner party."

"It was my first. I wanted it to be someone special. You should feel flattered."

"There's that wit. Leave us." He said turning to his bodyguard. The hulking black man looked me up and down, probably trying to figure out how hard it would be to snap my back over his knee. I sized him up and figured it wouldn't take much. Even my boxing classes wouldn't help me keep up with this monstrosity. Derek and I sat down at the table across from each other. To anyone this looked like a perfectly normal business meal. This was anything but. "Eat, Drink and Be Merry. For tomorrow we war."

"That's what this is going to be? A war?" I asked.

"Not exactly. Wars tend to be much longer than what the two of us are about to experience."

"Oh you seem to think you'll crush me fairly easily."

"I believe I have certain advantages."

"Everyone loves an underdog though." I replied. He smiled before returning his attention to the menu. I looked at him very closely. He took a hard punch to the face yet there was no trace of it. I was sure he had put on some sort of makeup. This was clearly a man who cared a great deal about his appearance. I realized then, that as much as I had thought about him. As much as I had hated him. As much as I wanted to bring him down. I didn't know much about him.

"You should have the calamari. It's delicious!"

"I'll have the lasagna." I responded. Once the waiter took our orders and walked out of the room. I saw the demeanor in Derek change. He went into business mode.

"What you did with Vasily was a bold move. It was unexpected. You caught me off guard."

"Are you complimenting me?" I asked.

"Mainly stating facts."

"What is this all about Derek. What the hell do you want?" I asked leaning towards him.

"I wanted to talk. Reach an understanding."

"What kind of understanding?"

"A truce. You leave me alone, I leave you alone. This does not need to go any further."

"What's the alternative?"

"I bury you and destroy everything you've ever loved and cared about. Your career, your friends, your family. Your friend with the failing restaurant. Kanye's little secret will come out. Your agent buddy. I will come after all of them with a might that would make God think twice."

"Wow, so we jumped right into the old testament threats." I said trying to take a moment to regain my bearings. Brad's restaurant was failing? That was news to me. What the hell was Kanye's secret? I thought back to that trip in Miami. Kanye wasn't feeling too well and had drank pretty heavily. He even admitted that something was going on. I had been so caught up with other things, I had neglected my friends.

"This dance has been going on for longer than I knew. You have a healthy lead on me. I need to catch up." The food arrived and we were interrupted for a few moments. "So what do you say? Truce? Or destruction."

"No truce Derek." I said without hesitation. He dropped his fork in frustration and anger.

"Do you really want to do this? Do you know who I am? Do you know what i've done? What I'm capable of?" He spat at me.

"I do. I know how you operate. How you treat people. How low you'll go to get what you want. That you don't care who you hurt along the way. You're a narcissist and a sociopath. Someone has to stop you."

"And that someone is you?"

"I'll give it my best shot." He sat back in his seat. I could see him seething in his chair. The blow with the Russians hurt more than I had hoped. He took me seriously. He was worried about what I could do.

"Why Duncan? Why are you willing to put so much at risk just to take me down?"

"Are you seriously asking?" He looked at me without responding knowing it was plainly a rhetorical question. "I had a job that I loved. A woman that I adored. A life that I had always wanted and you took that from me. You took away my show, you brought on that piece of shit drug addict into my world. You took Victoria away."

"Is that all?" He said barely batting an eye. It was my turn to stay silent when faced with a rhetorical. "So what Duncan? You got fired from MTV. Look where you're at now. You have a successful show on HBO. You have an Emmy. You found love again with another woman who seems much better suited for you if you ask me."

"No one asked you." I cut him off.

"True. But that doesn't mean that I'm not right. All i'm saying Duncan, is that you were faced with adversity and rose to the occasion. You bettered yourself in every way imaginable. You live in L.A and are making more money than you were."

"You're saying I should thank you for ruining the life that I had?"

"No. All i'm saying is adversity can bring out the best in people."

"Or the worse." I said taking a long hard look at him. Making sure he knew I was talking about him. He caught it and smirked menacingly.

"So all this is about her." He said taking a bite from his food.

"I won't lie. At first it was."

"And now?"

"I've seen so much about this town and the way it works. The way people are treated and discarded. The disparity in race, the way women are considered. The sequels, the reboots. The lack of creativity and the downright apathy of some of the studios. All that needs to change."

"And you think all that happens by taking me down?"

"You're the first step."

"And then what?" I didn't answer. I kept my eyes on him as I took a bite from my lasagna. It was delicious. "You actually care about them?" He asked in utter surprise.

"Them?" I asked not sure exactly what he meant.

"The celebrities. The actors, musicians and whoever the hell else has gotten into your head. You think they give a damn about you? They couldn't care less. You're just a hot commodity at the moment. They like you because the public likes you. When they don't need you anymore, they'll turn on you. Hell they'll forget you ever existed. None of them will stand for you if it gets in the way of their image." Hearing him talk. Seeing the ferocity and anger, something else came across. Something I kicked myself for not noticing before.

"You hate them." I said bluntly as his eyes narrowed.

"Let's just say i'm not as fond of these people as you are. They are selfish people who only care about themselves. Why not use them for our own goals?"

"What happened Derek? Did you fall for one of "Them"? Were you rejected? Made to feel as though you weren't good enough?" He didn't answer. He just sat there looking at me with pure blind hatred. That look said more than a thousand page novel ever could. "I'm right aren't I?"

"Enough! They're just commodities."

"No! They're more than that. They're people just like you and I. They're forced to think about themselves because no one else really cares about them. All people think about when they look at them is what being in their vicinity can do for them. Even friends they had a long time ago turn on them. This industry and the way it handles its business is what causes them to act that way."

"Seems like we're on opposite sides of the issue. The people or the business."

"It's just like the chicken and the egg." I said.

"Which came first?"

"I think which one wins out is far more important."

"So this is it? The Battle for the soul of Hollywood." He said with a laugh.

"This place can be better Derek."

"I think it works just fine."

"For you. And the rest of the studio higher ups. But many people hate the way things are. Even you should be more concerned."

"I have money, power and influence Duncan. Not much concerns me."

"Except me."

"For now. You don't get it do you? You're just an annoyance. A bug in my soup. I'll squash you and forget about you only moments later."

"We'll see how this plays out." I said standing up prepared to leave.

"Most heroes are dead Duncan." I heard him say behind me

"I'm not a hero Derek. I'm just a guy with a pen."

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I arrived at my building feeling both anxious and pleased about the meeting. I had shown Derek that I was not afraid of him. His threats still rung in my ears. We had taken the russians away, but many people I cared about worked in the industry. Derek couldn't kill them, but he could make their lives difficult. As I entered the elevator, I thought to myself that he was already making their lives difficult. If I won, It would help many people. I had to continue to remind myself that. This would not be easy.

I couldn't help but think about Brad. He looked fine the last time I had seen him. That night Alex and I ate at his restaurant. Alex... Then I remembered that night in Vegas. He was drinking a lot and didn't seem quite himself. I notched it up to just being away from the family and out with the boys. But maybe there had been more to it.

I reached my floor and walked towards my door. I could see that it was partially opened. I knew for a fact that I had closed it before I had left and no one else had a key. I searched my jacket and removed the gun that Gary had given me. I held it firmly in my hand the way he had taught me. I pushed the door open the rest of the way. What I saw shocking me to my core.

The place was a mess. It was ransacked. My end tables had been turned over and my glass coffee table was shattered into pieces. All of my papers, documents and scripts were thrown haphazardly everywhere. I trained my gun in front of me, trying my best to take in all of the damage that had been done.

"Ehhhh." I heard that ghastly almost inhuman sound come from my bedroom. I slowly headed there, the gun shaking in my hand. The door to the room was wide open. I was beginning to think I had just imagined the sound, when i heard it again coming from the side of my bed. I looked over and gasped.

"Shit, James!" My doorman James was in a corner and looked as though he had been thoroughly beaten up. I rushed over to him and kneeled by his side. "James! What happened?" I asked him. He looked at me through half closed eyes, barely conscious.

"Ehhh." He made that sound again, trying to point at his chest with bruised fingers. His heart! Damn! Who could have done this? Stupid question of course I knew the answer. I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled 911. The phone rang as I held James hand, praying for another miracle. James couldn't possibly be the first casualty of this war. Could he?