Amy Adams

"I want to be me" She smiles her trademark adorable smile.

"Are you sure?" You don't even know why you're asking. You should just go with it. But maybe you need to confirm how ridiculous your current reality is.

"Of course." She says.

You keep trying to play it cool. Focus on the story, you tell yourself. You're a writer, dammit. "So you come in here and you say, 'I'm really fucking horny right now.'"

"I'm really fucking horny right now." Amy repeats. She sounds convincing.

You continue, "Then I say..."

"No, you don't understand." Amy interrupts. "I'm really really fucking horny right now. I need it bad." You can't tell if she's acting or being serious. You're not sure it matters.

"You tell me that you want to stop being a normal actress and become a porn star." You skip ahead a bit. You can't tell if she's trying to throw you off your game or if she's trying to help.

"Being a legit actress has gotten very, very boring. I'm tired of playing wives and girlfriends who need saving. I want to play people who need fucking." It's amazing hearing these words come from out of her mouth.

"You tell me that you need my help." You can barely get the words out any more. Your cock is so hard.

"I need to know what it's like to have a stranger's throbbing cock inside me." Amy says. "That's the only part of the business I'm not sure about. Can you please help?"

"How?" You ask.

Amy laughs. "I don't know. You're the writer. You tell me."

Wait, you wonder, is she still acting? Is she just playing along? You're suddenly certain that it really doesn't matter.