In the Sitting Room

"You can set up in the sitting room," answered Scarlett, shutting the door behind her. "Follow me," she said as she passed David, leading him through her house.

David did as he was told and followed Scarlett down the hallway, taking in the impressive size of Scarlett's amazing home. David had never been inside a house this big and spacious before, but this was one of the perks of being one of the most sought after super-star actresses in the business.

However, despite the impressiveness of this multi-million dollar home, David couldn't help stop his eyes from straying south. The way Scarlett's ass swayed and ever-so-slightly jiggled in her jeans tempted David's mind to go in directions the professional he likes to think he is would frown against.

Pulling his mind out of the gutter, David caught the tail end of something Scarlett was saying, " ... your first time?"

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" asked David.

Scarlett looked back at David with a arched eyebrow and a small smirk in the corner of her lips.

"What's the matter, Mr. Trapper? Did you find something ... distracting," she asked with a teasing tone, as if she knew exactly what it was that was distracting David.

"Sorry, Ms. Johansson, it's just that I've never been in a house this big," David lied. While what he said was true, he wasn't about to tell his famous client that he didn't hear what she said because he was to busy looking at her perfect ass.

"Well what do you know, you answered my question any way," Scarlett laughed. It was a beautiful sound, one that David hoped to hear again before their time was up today. "And please, call me Scarlett, Mr. Trapper. Seeing as how your hands are about to be all over my body in a few minutes, I think we moved past formalities."

Forcing himself to not think of Scarlett's sexy voice saying "your hands all over my body", David responded, "Then you can call me David, Ms. Johans... I mean, Scarlett." He laughed at his near slip and Scarlett joined him.

Finally, Scarlett led David to the mentioned sitting room and, with a gesture of her hand, "Here we are then, David. You can set up here. I'll be back soon. I'm just going to change into something a little more appropriate for today."

With a nod of understanding, David moved into the room as Scarlett left him alone.

David took a good look around the room. There was a couch in the middle of the room, with a table in front of it, a love seat on its right and a couple of chairs on its left. Behind the couch was a mini bar to the left, complete with chairs and a fridge, and to the right was a pool table, the fifteen color balls ordered in the familiar triangle, waiting to be broken apart and played with.

Their was a good chunk of space between the mini bar and the pool table where David decided to set up. He put his equipment down and opened up the table, setting it in place. He then removed from his bag all of the essential oils that he was to use, putting them on the bar. Taking a soft, cotton towel from his bag, he placed it on the table, covering the blue leather of the table.

"It looks like you've got everything ready," the familiar, pleasing voice of Scarlett spoke from the entryway.

"Yeah, well there was not that much to set up. Now if you could just..." David's voice trailed away as he turned around to face his movie star client. It took every ounce of his will to keep his jaw from dropping down and his dick from springing up with what Scarlett was now wearing.