You can write a scene for her

"Well," you say, "you know I came here hoping to be a writer." It's a bold move trying to hang your dreams of being a writer on this situation. But this situation is so completely ridiculously unlikely anyway, you figure you might as well try.

"Oh yeah?" Amy seems interested, or at least she's a good enough actress to pretend. "Well write a scene for me. Right here."

You decide not to over think it and go with what's happening right now. After all you feel like you're in a porn. You wish you were. "Well if this was a porn, you'd probably be a little sluttier looking." You say to Amy Adams. You can't believe you just said that to a famous, gorgeous actress. She's going to be offended and walk out, for sure, you think.

Instead she thinks for a moment. "Okay, you work on our scene and I'll be right back." She disappears into the store and you do what she says. You start to think how this moment right now would play out if it was a porno. And doing so can't help but make your cock hard.

By the time she returns, you've got what you think is a plan. She's already put dark mascara around her eyes and ruby red lipstick on. She places the used mascara and lipstick on the counter in front of you, obviously she's used it so she's purchasing it, along with a pair of lacy black panties.

You grab them and hold them up. "You're buying these too?" You ask.

"No." She smirks. "I was wearing them. I just want you to know that I'm not anymore. Right, if this was a porn scene, that would make sense."

You tell yourself not to focus on what she just said, because if you do, you're going to be reduced to a bowl of jelly with a raging erection. Instead, just start telling her your brilliant idea. "So in this scene you come in here, very horny." Amy nods. "Let's say you're a stripper from down the street."

Amy doesn't nod. "I don't want to be a stripper from down the street." She says playing with a strand of red hair.

Everyone's a critic. You think. "Who do you want to be?" You ask.