Loop

"What's that? What's that? What's that?" she repeated over and over.

I smirked as I stood up, seeing her point and lower her arm repeatedly, still looking towards where I was sitting as I walked around her, getting a good look at her.

I sat back down at my desk and pressed play.

"What's what, Miss Atwell?" I asked

"That remote." she affirmed

"Ah. It controls the lights in the room... or it should. Doesn't seem to be working" I said, acting like I was pressing buttons.

"I see..." she said

"Anyway, Miss Atwell, there's actually something I've been meaning to ask you."

"What would that be?"

"Well, I understand you've been leaving the set as soon as things wrap up, why is that?" I asked

Hayley rolled her eyes, then looked at me.

"I'm just sick of all the men there. The way they look at me and talk to me. I can tell they just want to fuck me." she said. And I hit loop again.

"fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" she kept repeating.

A busty, British actress repeating "fuck me" over and over in my office? I never thought I'd see the day...