Kathryn Newton

I'm immediately struck by the sight of Kathryn Newton sitting in my office chair, her tiny frame dwarfed by the large seat. She's a star from some of my favorite movies, especially her horror roles in "Freaky", "Abigail", and "Lisa Frankenstein". But what really catches my eye is what she's holding—one of my most prized possessions in this office: a scale model of a 1969 black Chevy Impala, affectionately known as "Baby" from "Supernatural", one of her more known roles.

"I see you're a fan," she says, smiling as she holds up the model car. "I’ve seen you put this car in a lot of your shoots," she adds, gesturing to the photos on my wall, including an early set featuring Karen Gillan, Zoe Saldana, Zendaya, and Jaimie Alexander from my "Women of Marvel" shoot for Vanity Fair. In one of the unpublished shots, Zendaya is holding "Baby," as I captured her laughter. The genuine moment we captured makes me smile.

Kathryn places the model back on the shelf and walks towards me, her steps light and bouncy. She's dressed casually in a pair of tight jeans that hug her curves and a loose-fitting top that hangs just above her midriff. The fabric of her top sways gently with her movements, and I can tell she's not wearing a bra; her nipples atop her small pert breasts are visible through the thin material. She takes the box from my hands and places it on my desk, a glimpse of the red strap of her thong peeking out from her waistband

She turns, extends her arm to shake my hand. "Kathryn," she says.

I finally snap out of my lust-induced daze. "Joe Delgado. I am a fan... of you and Supernatural, of course," I stammer, trying to hide my embarrassment.

We sit down, and I glance at Iris, who smiles knowingly from outside my office. "What brings you to my office?" I ask, genuinely curious. "I believe Iris kept this meeting a secret so I'd be surprised. She's aware I'm a fan."

Kathryn tucks her feet up in the chair, getting comfortable. "Aren't you gonna open your gift?" she asks, nodding towards the box.

I look at the box, confused. "Gift?"

She leans forward, and this time, I get an unobstructed view of a pert breast with a pale pink nipple, visible through the loose fabric of her top. I quickly look away, trying to hide my arousal. "C’mon... open it. I wanna see your face," she says, her voice a playful tease.

I open the box, and my professional demeanor cracks as I exclaim, "You gotta be fucking kidding me..."

Kathryn giggles, a sound that's both adorable and sexy as hell. Inside the box is a shadow box containing a revolver—"The Colt". It's a replica of an old Colt Patterson 1833 cap and ball model, a replica from the show. It's resting in crushed red velvet alongside six silver bullets. There's also a card that reads, “To a great fan, Joe. We hope you like it, Kathryn wouldn’t stop gushing about you. Your friends, Jensen and Jared.”

"It... it’s the Colt?" I say, awestruck, my voice barely above a whisper. "Kathryn... I don’t... I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful."

She claps her hands, delighted by my reaction. "Good. It’s my little gift for taking this meeting."

I gently place the shadow box down, trying to hide how moved I am by her gift. "But, um... what is this meeting about?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

She stands up, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I could tell you... or I could show you. Care for a little ride?" she asks, her voice a sultry invitation.

"Ride?" I ask, my mind already racing with possibilities.

Iris, ever the efficient assistant, has already opened my door. "Your day is cleared, Mr. Delgado. Kathryn has a big surprise in store for you," she says with a wink.

My mind swims with anticipation as I follow Kathryn, eager to see what she has planned.