A week later

After getting the role of Flint in the movie with Emma Stone, you spent most of the week preparing for filming to start. You spent a bit of time with Daisy and had some fun with her, but mostly it was spent prepping. You felt very connected to the role and were excited for filming to start tomorrow. You had moved a lot of your stuff out of your apartment and were heading into your hotel room now where you would spend the next 6 weeks. You enter into your room to find yourself living in one of the suites. Apparently since you were one of the 2 leads you got the best rooms in the place. You got all the normal living things; living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom. But one cool thing is it came with a huge private balcony with a jacuzzi. You hoped to put that to use at some point over the next 6 weeks, hopefully with a certain redhead.

You explore the place a bit before practicing your lines. It was around 8 P.M. at this point. You felt prepared for tomorrow and the start of shooting, but you were a still a bit nervous. While you had done the Doctor Strange movie, you weren't in it very much and your personal acting requirements weren't very much. This was a leading role, so to take some of the nerves off you decided to head to the hotel bar. You make your way down to find the bar empty except for your sexy redhead co-star Emma Stone.

You were unsure whether to approach her or not. From what Daisy Ridley and Emma Watson told you she was unlike most other celebs that you had met. Still even if she wasn't just going to fall on her knees and start sucking you off, you could put in some effort. They never said she wasn't nice, just that she wasn't a slut. Even if it didn't lead anywhere a friend is good and you were going to be working closely with her for the next 6 weeks. You decide to go and talk to her.

"Hi, I'm John," you say, extending your hand for her to shake it.

"Hi, I'm Emma. It's nice to meet you," she says.

"Yea I sort of knew that already," you reply.

"I know, it's still the polite thing to do. It's not like I didn't know who you were either," she says.

"You did?" you ask surprised she knew who you were.

"Of course, I'm not going to come into a movie without knowing who my co-star is. Everyone at Marvel gave you a rave review by the way," she says.

"Wow, I'm shocked you know me. I'm extremely excited to be working on this movie with you," you say. Noticing that you are still standing while she sits at the bar you ask "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Of course, have a seat," she replies.

"Thank you. I just wanna say that I'm a huge fan and am honoured to be co-starring in a movie with you," you tell Emma.

"Thank you, trust me you're going to do great. If what I hear is true this is just going to be a minor point in your journey as an actor," she says.

"Hopefully that happens, we shall see," you say. The two of you talk some more about acting and strategies for acting. It's a long conversation lasting a good 30 to 40 minutes. The two of you have some drinks, not enough to get drunk but a light buzz going.

"I gotta ask. Is it true that you're dating Emma Watson?" she asks.

"No, I'm actually dating Daisy Ridley, at the moment. Emma and I are just friends," you say.

"I see. You can keep up with her then?" she asks.

"What do you mean?" you ask back. Wondering if she means sexually. Daisy is as horny a girl as they come, maybe an opening to shift the conversation in that manner.

"She's known to be quite a party animal, every weekend she's out there," Emma says. Unfortunately not the sexual response you were hoping for.

"I do the best I can, she's a fun girl to be with," you say.

"I'm sure she is. Anyways it's time for me to head up to bed. I'm the penthouse suite if you ever need anything. You're always welcome," she says. Was that an invite for some co-curricular activities. You weren't sure with Emma, she was as friendly as they came it appears, but the least slutty conversation with a girl in a long time for you. She really seemed invested in you as a person and as an actor though.

"Thank's, I'll see you tomorrow," you say. You head up to your room and rub one out to the thought of fucking Emma Stone. 'At some point I'll do it' you think to yourself.