"Self Storage" with Jessica Alba
Self Storage
With Jessica Alba
Written by TPG
CODES: MF, blackmail, finger
DISCLAIMER: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
To say I was nervous would be a huge understatement. I had officially been working at the storage depot for all of a week when they had signed me on to work the graveyard shift all on my own that weekend.
Unfortunately for me whatever could go wrong did, and before I knew it I was abruptly interrupted in the staff bathroom by the sound of the main alarm which alerted me that one of the client's storage units had been broken into and raided. I was almost certain that I could now kiss my new job goodbye.
Nevertheless following procedure, I picked up the phone and called the police before I looked up the client book and rang the owner of the storage unit. Right away I was wracked with guilt and shame as I rang the client just before 2am and heard the sound of shock and disappointment in the woman's voice.
"What? When?" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you call me sooner?"
"Ma'am," I tried to explain. "This only occurred a half hour ago."
"Screw it," she added. "I'll be down there in 15 minutes."
Just as promised 15 minutes later the woman arrived in her SUV and I was immediately taken aback to learn that the sexy female voice I had been conversing with over the phone actually belonged to Hollywood Actress, Jessica Alba. Dressed casually and without a hint of makeup, she had apparently just climbed out of bed and simply slipped on some shoes before rushing down to our location to find out what had happened.
To my delight this did not give her much time to change from her sleep attire, which apparently consisted of casual sweats and a belly shirt, which she attempted to conceal under a long robe.
Alba was far from the glamorous starlet I had seen in countless films or on the red carpet, but in saying that she was still quite attractive in a natural kind of way.
To my surprise it seemed the actress had created an account under another name while trying to hide her identity, but despite her efforts it seemed someone had found out about her plan and had apparently targeted her storage unit specifically.
"OMG, this is not happening!" she gasps as she called a friend.
While I then tried to calm her down and offered to make her a coffee, she suddenly lashed out at me and threatened to call her attorney as we viewed the damaged boxes inside the storage unit.
It seemed the Latina was missing several photos and videos she had been archiving over the years. Various audition tapes?
"Holy shit, Nancy," she told her PA on the phone. "It's all gone. It's a totally disaster."
It was during this time that I couldn't help but notice that the more she spoke to her assistant the more paranoid she became, as her friend filled her head with all kinds of strange conspiracy theories. Right away Jessica assumed I had something to do with it, and insisted I give her my name and details.
"What's your name, pal?" she hisses at me. "How long have you been working here?"
"My names Rob," I happily offered. "And I've only been working for the company a few days."
"HA! I knew it!" she scoffed into the phone to her friend. "It's a fucking inside job!"
"Excuse me," I finally interrupted her. "You can't make allegations like that."
"Oh I can, and I will!" she proclaimed. "Do you know how seriously this is? Do you know how much trouble you are in right now?"
"Look, I've already called the cops and they said they'd swing by here whenever they get the chance tonight," I tried to tell her. "What else can I do?"
Leaning in close the sexy actress narrowed her dark eyes and threatened.
"Do know what was in that chest over there," she pointed to the corner.
"No, what?"
"Video tapes, dozens of them. Some of them irreplaceable." she divulged. "And if they're all missing, you're in a shitload of trouble."
In reality I had nothing to do with the break-in but nonetheless Jessica seemed to be more than happy and convinced I had something to do with it. I guess it helped her make sense of it all. I truly believe she was going through a acute form of shock hysteria or something.
The girl was in full denial. Watching her carrying on, for an instant I almost felt like confessing to the crime just to shut her up and stop her from smugly talking about me to my face.
"So how long till they get here?" she asked again, referring to the police.
"I told you I don't know, but they said they were going to be a while."
"Yeah, sure." she scoffed, as she relayed all my comments to her friend who apparently feed her lines to say back to me.
"Typical fucking actress," I thought to myself. "Who needs her lines and emotions read to her."
To make matter worse, it was during this time that Alba discarded her thick robe and now wandered around the damaged storage unit in nothing more than her sweets and belly shirt, and while looking through the mess on the floor caught me leering straight at her incredibly butt through a mirror. I gasped internally as I detected a sexy little red thong just beneath her low sitting sweats.
It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen up until that point, and as I let my gaze linger a little longer, I looked up to see her glaring straight back at me with a smoldering look.
If looks could kill, I would have turned to ash at that very moment. Feeling self conscience Alba immediately reached behind her body and pulled at her low hanging sweat pants, and held her hand there for several moments as she continued to wander around the storage unit and chatted to her assistant on the phone.
Finally after a good half hour she hung up the phone and the severity of the situation seemed to hit her, and to my amusement she proceeded to negotiate with me like I had the power to just reach into the sky and produce her precious tapes.
"Look, I was just discussing it with my assistant and we think I might have maybe 10K in my account right this moment?"
"Yeah, and?" I quipped. "What does that have to do with me?"
"I could give you that, if you promise to hand back all the material together, and we could just act like this never happened."
I was absolutely gob smacked. I don't know what was more shocking, her apparent ease towards blackmail or how absolutely dense she was. I could not make it any more clearer to her that I did not have the fucking tapes!
Either she was the dumbest person I had even known, or the most stubborn. Maybe both? Once again I tried to explain to her that I had nothing to do with the robbery, yet she still seemed determined and proceeded to threaten me with going to the police.
"OK, 15K," she then offered. "And that's my final offer."
"You just don't get it do you?" I finally huffed, fed up with her accusations.
With that I switched off the lights to the damaged storage unit and made my way back to the main office, persuading her to follow me. Back at the office, Alba watched silently as I proceeded to fill out the necessary paper work, until later to my surprise she offered me sexual favors for the material.
"OK, let's not beat around the bush." she said in a low voice. "We both know what you really want, right? Am I right?"
I shook my head and laughed as I immediately knew what she was alluding to.
I guess you could say she was half right, cause god knows when I looked at her the first immediate thought that went through my head was sex. God how I'd love to fuck her. Unfortunately for her I did not possess those damn video tapes, but suddenly something made me wish I did.
"C'mon, be honest." she teased, trying her best to seduce me.
"Well someone apparently thinks highly of themselves?" I snickered.
"Oh fuck you, OK. FUCK YOU!" she countered. "We both know what you want. I saw the way you were looking at my butt earlier, so don't play the innocent card with me now, alright?"
Playing alone, I simply watched in amazement as the temperamental starlet continued to make outlandish assumptions and hint more about sexual favors.
"I suppose you expect me to blow you right?" Alba suddenly hisses, catching my attention.
Suddenly we were interrupted by the arrival of the police, and while she pleaded her case, the evidence and common sense was on my side and I was proved right. Nonetheless, Alba continued to cry foul even as she was escorted back to her vehicle.
"I don't care!" I heard her argue with one of the female officers. "I know he had something to do with it! I just want my stuff back!"
The very next day, I was sat relaxing on my recliner on my day off and preparing to watch the big game when I heard the phone ring. Right away the caller hung up in my face but then called back right away and I suddenly heard sobbing.
It was apparently Jessica Alba again, and just how she had procured my cell number I could not tell you, only that now she seemed extremely volatile and unstable. At first she appeared as calm as could be, even pleasant, only to then snap at a moment's notice before sobbing uncontrollably and going through all those emotions once again.
It was like talking to someone with split personalities, as I constantly attempted to gauge her mood and try to converse with her. It seemed she was using all of her acting skills to convince me to give in to her charm, or sob story, and hand her over the material (stuff I clearly did not have!)
"You know what? You're gonna wish you never meet me pal!" she finally blared through the phone.
"I know people, OK! And when they're finished with you, you're going to regret it!"
With that she hung up abruptly in my face, only to call back a minute later and act all pleasant and shit. Having finally calmed down, I then tried to convince her one last time that I did not have the material she so clearly and desperately wanted, but she still refused to believe me.
This woman was clearly delusional, but as crazy as she sounded it was then that I was taken aback as she hinted at maybe exchanging sexual favors once again, and insinuating how she wanted to hook up later that evening.
Suddenly a wicked idea crossed my mind and I started to wonder if I could actually get away with it. I clearly did not have the material, but if she was willing to do "favors" for the mere possibility I really had nothing to lose. I then listen intently as she suddenly spoke more seductively to me and we arranged to meet at a local diner just after 9pm.
Suddenly emboldened, I waited till the very last moment just before she hung up the phone to make a last minute request. With nothing to lose I insisted that she come to the meeting with no panties on.
"Excuse me?" she quipped in disgust.
"You heard me," I reiterated. "No panties, or the deal is off."
"I guess you have watched those home movies I made, huh?" she assumed yet again. "You fucking pervert. I knew it."
Yet again I honestly had no idea what she was referring to but once more I simply played along. Fortunately for me while Alba was initially taken aback by my request, she also found it strangely arousing. She couldn't remember the last time she had done something so kinky.
To my delight Jessica finally agreed to my demand and we both hung up the phone and rushed to get ready. Later that evening I sat there in my recliner with a huge grin on my face as I realize the opportunity I was being presented with.
"No panties?" I snickered to myself. "Where the fuck did that come from?"
An hour or so later I stepped into the nearly deserted diner to find Jessica Alba sitting alone at a corner booth, looking a whole lot different to the last time I seen her in the middle of the night.
This time she was dressed up in jeans and a singlet top, with professionally applied makeup which only accentuated her beautiful features. There she looked every bit the movie star that she was, and almost immediately I noticed that due to the thin straps of her shirt she was clearly braless.
As I then slipped into the diner booth to join her, I nonchalantly perused the menu as she hid her face and was apparently terrified that the paparazzi would see us together and ask questions. After all she was a happily married woman and mother, apparently?
"So, how do we do this?" she asked me, as if I was the expert blackmailer at the table.
Still, having thought about the entire situation all afternoon, I now had some demands that I did want to throw by her and test the waters.
In truth I didn't really care if she could grant them or not, but just the fact that I asked her to come to the meeting commando style proved to me that I was at an advantage.
Once again with nothing to lose I then faked ownership of the material and promised not to release any of it to the media or internet as long as she agreed to hold her side of the bargain. I was then taken aback as she reached into her coat and threw a large envelope on the table.
"What's this?"
"Open it." she said. "It's all the money I could scrape together in the house without Cash getting suspicious."
"What do you mean?" I stammered, still shocked at her admission.
"There should be like three-thousand dollars there." she added softly, while looking around. "Count it if you want. I don't care."
I was absolutely dumbfounded as blackmailing her for money had never even entered my mind, yet there she was handing me an envelope packed full with notes. While I still tried to wrap my head around this latest development, I was even more taken aback by her next comment.
"You know what, I don't even care that you have those tapes of me." she told me. "I was young and stupid. I'm sure most girls do those kinds of things."
As she spoke I pretended to know what she was talking about, but in truth I was hanging off her every words listening intently to any and all information she gave me about he material that had been fleeced from her self storage unit.
"In fact you're doing me a favor by taking them off my hands." she added. "But know I just want a guarantee that you'll never release them to the public."
I slumped back and looked outside the diner waiting for the police to rush in and charge me with some sort of crime, extortion, bribary, blackmail? It was all too good to be true. I could hardly believe this woman.
Was she out of her fucking mind? So first she assumed that I took her tapes and now not only was she handing me money, but she was assuming on good faith that I wouldn't release them? I could hardly believe how gullible she was.
"So do we have a deal?" she posed.
Thinking for a moment, I grinned. "Not just yet."
It was only now as I caught a reflection of us seated at the booth together that I recalled our earlier conversation on the phone and asked her about the current panty situation.
"I see you're wearing jeans tonight." I commented while riffling through the cash in the envelope.
"I thought I told you not to wear any underwear?"
"I'm not, I swear." she insisted. "No bra or panties."
"And how would I know that?"
Pausing for a moment Alba replied, "Well, I could show you?"
With that said, I stuffed the wad of cash into my jacket pocket and watched as she slid out of the booth and sauntered across the length of the diner and into the tiny bathroom in the back.
There I watched as she opened bathroom door and waved me to her.
In an instant I got up and followed her there, making sure to see that none of the other patrons noticed me follow her. Inside my heart raced at a million miles per hour as I couldn't believe my luck and the suddenly turn of events.
Here I was locked in a small bathroom with Jessica Alba, who was now intent on proving to me that she was not wearing any panties. Not only that, but this after she had just handed me three thousand dollars in cash too!
"Lock the door." she told me as she proceeded to unbuckle her jeans and proceeded to open them. "Are you ready?"
"Ready than I'll ever be." I remarked, my hands trembling uncontrollably as my eyes went wide and I glance inside her pants to see her bare vagina.
As expected I was immediately taken aback to discover that not only had she complied with my request for no panties, but that her pussy was neatly shaved clean, and almost entirely hairless if not for the light hint of stubble and landing strip just above her clit.
Gasping with glee, I suddenly threw myself at her and attempted to kiss and fondle her in the stall, but Alba instantly recoiled and flipped out and kneed me in the nuts.
"No, stop! Stop it!" she shouted before assaulting me.
"UGH!" I grunted before I doubled over, clutching my dick.
There I apologized for my behavior and told her that I was not thinking straight. Fortunately Alba took pity on me, and recalling just what I had over her (the tapes) she also apologized profusely and offered to make it up to me.
"Look I'm really sorry, OK?" she said, placing her hand on my shoulder. "I guess I don't know my own strength sometimes."
"What are you a fucking Kung-Fu master or something?" I wheezed.
Alba giggled briefly.
"I guess all that Krav Maga training just kicked in, huh?"
"Wow that was pretty amazing." I told her while still trying to find my voice, making her giggle some more.
The entire situation was surreal to say the least as Alba and I now shared a laugh together.
"Seriously though, I'm sorry." she states sincerely.
"So am I." I said. "I didn't really mean to get physical with you. You're just so damn sexy I kind of lost my mind for a minute."
To my surprise Jessica seemed to accept this like it was the most casual thing, and something she heard on a regular basis. Standing before her, I could imagine it was and could see just how men could lose their patience around her. She was just so damn hot.
For all her faults (naivety and inexperience) she was so damn sweet and charming that I actually consider handing her back the money and telling her the entire truth. Fortunately I did not go through with it and instead I notice the way she now stood there staring at me, as if contemplating something.
"So what now?" I stated.
"We're not having sex, understand?" she affirmed. "But I'm willing to fool around and make it up to you right now?"
I could hardly believe my ears as her words seemed to have an almost mystic power over me. Despite the pain in my crotch I suddenly felt a whole lot better and began to wonder just how far she was willing to go.
"OK, so can I see you're pussy again?" I asked timidly, and to my surprise Jessica simply grinned and proceeded to hold her pants open for me.
"Jesus Christ you got a pretty little pussy."
"Thanks," Alba blushed and rolled her eyes.
"No really," I added. "You have an amazing body, Jessica. I swear I'm not lying or just saying that to blow smoke up your ass."
"Yes, I see that." she grinned, as I followed her eye line and noticed her glaring directly at my package.
"But um, since we can't have sex," I suggested. "Can we at least do other things?"
"What did you have in mind?"
To my surprise and delight she actually seemed up for anything.
"Well, I have to admit I've always fantasized about kissing you." I confessed. "I think you're one of the most beautiful women in the world."
To my amusement this compliment apparently made her swoon and blush a little, and I was surprised at how easily she was impressed and affected by mere words and compliments.
"Well," she paused for a moment. "We could kiss, but no tongue or full on making out, agreed?"
"I'm happy with that." I agree wholeheartedly.
"Just a second," I then heard her say, as I watched her look at herself in the mirror for a moment and lick her thick soft lips.
The mere possibility of making out with her turned me on to no end and despite my earlier injury I felt my cock grow to full mast. I could barely stand straight as all the blood in my head rushed down my body and filled my engorged cock, which was now tenting obscenely in my pants.
"OK, ready?" she said while looking back at me.
Pausing for a moment, I took my time and slowly, seductively, leaned in and gently press my lips to hers, reveling in the sensation of her thick, luscious lips. Holding that pose for a moment, I slowly withdraw only to press against her lips once again, this time turning my face a little to the side and ever so gently taking her bottom lip between my own.
To my delight Jessica actually moaned softly into my mouth, apparently taken aback at my abilities.
"Was that OK?" I finally asked her.
Alba simply glared at me, her face clearly stunned.
"I guess you can tell, I really enjoy making out and stuff." I told her.
"Sorry," she said, breaking out of her reverie. "I'm just a little surprised."
Alba then went on to explain how most guys she has dated in the past literally mauled her body and hardly ever paid any attention to her face, and even when they did they would often attempt to devour her. It was apparently a huge turn off for her and it had been quite some time since anyone has treated her delicately, like the beautiful, feminine woman that she was.
"Not me," I told her. "I really like it nice and slow. You know what I mean?"
"Do you want to try it again?" she suddenly suggested.
If I didn't know any better I could swear she was looking forward to it more than I was.
"Can we? Try stopping me." I replied. "In fact, I'd really like to just kiss you for a while, if that's OK with you?"
"With those lips?" she smiled cheekily. "If that's the way you kiss, then be my guest."
With that I then leaned in close and slowly move to kiss her again and noticed the way her eyes closed and her lips parted expectantly.
There I immediately and gently took her bottom lip between my own and softly sucked it into my mouth, relishing the texture and her taste before I repeated the process to her top plump lip, and making her coo once again.
I could tell from her reaction that she'd never been kiss like this before, so sensually and intently and I had to admit I felt kind of proud of myself.
"Do you like that?" I asked her between kisses, as I ever so softly suckled her lips into my mouth one after another, and we toyed and teased each other's mouths and lips.
Jessica could only nod her head, her eyes still closed as she placed her hands around my head and encouraged me to stop talking and keep kissing her, which I happily did.
The "Sin City" starlet and I kissed each other softly and sensually for several more minutes before I inadvertently brushed the tip of my tongue against her bottom lip, riling a soft moan from her.
Panicking for a moment I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks as I feared offending her, but I was quickly relieved to feel her immediately reciprocate by brushing her own warm tongue against my own.
Without thinking my arms loops around her fine hips and I pulled her in close as we proceeded to make out passionately, our tongues now gliding in and out of each other's mouths, and swapping spit in the process. It was an incredibly erotic scene.
Jessica then whimpered as I took her long tongue and sucked in into my mouth, before she imitated my actions and in turn sucked my tongue keenly for several moments, almost imitating a blow job.
"Was that OK?" I asked nervously. "Did you like that, cause I know I did."
Jessica simply blushed and wiped her mouth of drool. "Yeah I noticed."
Once again she was referring to my aching erection which apparently stabbed her in the hip as we made out. Glaring at my tenting pants, I could see she was clearly taken aback by it and proceeded to look at it several more times, almost distracted by it.
"What?" I finally said defensively.
"Can I see it?" she asked meekly, and I happily permitted her to reach down and release my trouser snake.
"Wow." she gasped a moment later. "You really are turned on, huh? Are you usually that big?"
"Honestly, no." I lied for her benefit. "I guess you just have this affect on me or something?"
"I know this is asking a lot," I started to say, as she smiled knowing what I was going to suggest.
"You want me to stroke it for you, huh?"
"Please, if you wouldn't mind?"
"Sure, OK." the one time "Dark Angel" star said as she licked her lips and tentatively reached down to grip my tool with her prominent hand.
The mere touch of her delicate fingers caused my cock to jump and twitch noticeably beneath her fingers, delighting her.
"OMG," she giggled. "Can't you control that thing?"
"I told you, you have this affect on me."
Alba then proceeded to stroke me slowly and with the most seductive look yet spoke.
"Like this? Is this OK?"
I answered her by placing my mouth over hers and we immediately picked up where we left off, and French kissed each other passionately, our tongues wrestling against one another as she jerked me off.
Holding her close, I then let my hands drop to her butt and I proceed to knead and massage her luscious buttocks with my hands, as we both panted a little heavier.
"You're so hard right now." she moaned between kisses.
"It's cause you're so good at that."
"Are you going to cum for me?" she purred, almost taking my breath away.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes." she answered before we shared another tongue filled kiss, this one more urgent than the others.
"You think you could do it?"
"I know I can." she whispered smugly. "Especially if I drop to my knees right now and slide that hard cock in my mouth."
"Jesus Christ," I moaned, as she quickly silenced me with her mouth and tongue.
Suddenly, caught up in the moment I snaked my hand around her slender hips and abruptly shoved my hand down the front of her pants, taking her breath away as I immediately stuffed two of my fingers into her sopping wet cunt.
"OH. FUCK." she gasped aloud, as she kissed me again and her hips proceeded to move on their own accord.
Taken by the moment, Jessica reveled in this sensation of my probing fingers for several moments before her brain finally worked out that what we were doing was far more than what we had initially agreed upon.
But just as she considered saying something and or objecting, I took my lips away from her pretty mouth and proceeded to kiss and lick upon her neck, which unbeknown to me was her Kryptonite and made her moan audibly and go weak at the knees.
"Ooh. Yes." I heard her whimper as she lolled her head back and encouraged me to suck on the side of her neck while my fingers delved deeper inside her bare sex.
For her part, Jessica suddenly gripped my cock even tighter and now jerked me more intently, apparently determined to make me cum. Pausing for a moment we stared into each other's eyes as we continued to "work" each other, my two fingers deep inside her while she continued to stroke my cock aggressively.
Leaning forward the sexy Latina then attempted to reinitiate a kiss but I suddenly backed away, teasing her. Startled, she then attempted to kiss me again and once more I recoiled, totally infuriating her.
"Please, don't tease me." she whispered seductively between breaths.
I wanted to fuck her right then and there.
"You're so wet right now, you know that?" I told her before I suddenly kissed her hard on the lips and sucked on her long wet tongue once again.
Suddenly, in the midst of this hot union we heard someone come into the small bathroom and while we continued to fool around in the stall, they moved to the urinal to pee.
Ashamed, Jessica instinctively moved her hips, indicating that she wanted me to stop fingering her as we had a visitor in the bathroom with us, but I refused and I continued to explore and finger-bang her.
"Cum." I whispered into her ear, before staring into her eyes.
Her mouth fell agape as her body seemed to take my request to heart and she proceeded to do just that.
"That's it baby," I urged her. "Cum all over my fingers. The ones deep inside you tight wet cunt."
Shaking her head, the poor dear tried to object but it was too late for her as her body betrayed her and she suddenly started to convulse, her hips bucking and flicking to and fro whilst her legs shook violently.
Thinking quickly I swiftly silenced her high squeals with my mouth, and watched as her brilliant dark eyes flutter into the back of her head while her body was awash in orgasmic bliss.
