Scarlett Johansson. https://www.snapchat.com/add/gentlemanboners
“Wait – what did you say?”
I squirmed, unable to respond as Scarlett Johansson, the Scarlett Johansson, turned away from the window and looked me straight in the eye.
“Did you say ‘bounty hunter’?”
Her breath caught as she said the phrase herself.
“I…I did…”
I looked down at the pitch I’d written – I was doubtful she’d give it a second glance, but after a quick look at the plot summary, Scarlett’s agent had insisted I present it straight to her.
“Say it again.”
“Um…bounty hunter…?”
A smiled played across Scarlett’s lips. The previous waves of indifference that had radiated off of her were now replaced by something else. Interest. Hunger. Desire. Lust.
She walked quickly towards me, pushing me up against the door of the plush apartment, striking the bundle of pages from my hand, before kissing me passionately, her hands roaming all over my torso.
“You’re a bounty hunter…” whispered Scarlett, nibbling my ear, before stepping back, and gracefully slipping the flower-patterned dress from her shoulders.
Her eyes were wild. I had no idea how, or why this was happening, but I couldn’t deny what was taking place.
“…then claim your prize…” Scarlett sighed, as she stood there in her bra and panties.
As we fucked like animals all over the apartment, Scarlett told me everything. Her visits to a hypnotist at the behest of her new agent. The various triggers the mesmerist had placed in her mind. Even the names and numbers of other Hollywood starlets who could be claimed with similar ease….
Another for @midorikonton – thanks for the inspiration!
Very nice.