Keep acting

"You are vain, Amy" you say. "You're famous. You can't help it." You don't break character. "And after I tell all my friends about fucking you. Everyone will know Amy Adams' reputation." You make a point to repeat her name to appeal to her vain nature.

And suddenly she's back into you. You have no idea what's happening. Reality and fantasy have completely blurred. You decide to stop worrying about it. After all, you're quite happy that dull reality has blurred with this particular fantasy.

"Everyone already knows about my reputation." She says. "In Hollywood they know my reputation." She says, her hand gliding over her bare shoulders, then working its way down her dress to her hips and thighs. She's got to be very, very turned on now. Maybe she's accepting the blurring of fantasy and reality. Hell if she wants to be a porn star, she'll have to.

"What reputation is that?" You ask.

"That I fuck my co-stars." She says. "That I fuck all of my co-stars."

Is this real or is she making it up? "Tell me more." you say.

She smiles a big smile and licks her red lips. "There are so many stories I could tell. Do you want to hear about the time my co-stars popped my cherry or the time my co-star ate me out so good I basically became their slave for the whole shoot?"

These stories can't be real, you think. This has to be more playing. But you want to hear them regardless.

"Getting my cherry popped was really, really hot." Amy adds, teasingly pulling up her dress, then letting it go before she reveals anything. She glares at you with her smokey eyes. "But the person who ate me out like nothing before was so... unexpected."