Scarlett Johansson: The Audition

Johansson followed you into your den on all fours, cum dripping from her face down into the floor. The sight of her ass swaying back and forth as she crawled was almost enough to get you hard again right away. Almost, but not quite. Which was all well and good. You still wanted to have your fun after all.

You walked casually to your favorite armchair and sat. Scarlett crawled to the chair positioned opposite to you and paused, looking back and forth between it and you.

"A-Are there any rules for sitting?" She asked.

"Of course." You said with a grin. "In this house, women sit with their legs wide open, left hand cupping their crotch, and right hand pinching at her nipples."

Johansson nodded and sat down. As she did, she spread her legs obscenely wide and trailed her left hand down to hold her pussy, moaning a little at the contact. Her right hand meanwhile, quickly found her nipple through her bra and pinched, which elicited another small moan from the world famous actress.

"S-So, shall we discuss... business?" She said slowly, her position obviously very distracting.

"Yes, of course. One second however, i just received an important message on my phone." You said, pulling Bitch Remote back up.

"Of course." Johansson said, trying to be polite.

You scroll and find an interesting page of statistics on Johansson. It was everything you'd expect to see on a stats page for her, height, weight, measurements, sexuality. All basic stuff. There was one thing that caught your eye however.

STRONGEST DESIRE: TO ESTABLISH A BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP WITH GERRY MANHEIM.

DESIRE LEVEL: 7/10

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Grinning, you hit the edit button and alter the text. You don't hit save quite yet though. There were still appetizers to be had before the main course.

You put the phone away and pull the Rulebook from a nearby table, as well as a pencil. Playing the part of a serious producer, you open the book and regard her.

"Now, Ms. Johansson, I'm quite aware of your success in Hollywood, but be that as it may, i am still debating whether or not to make you my first client." You poise your pencil over the page. "Perhaps you could make a case for yourself?"

"Of-Of c-c-course." She managed to get out. Her nipples were rock hard and her panties looked a little wet under her hand. "As you've said, I'm pretty big in Hollywood. You could slot me into any film and you would have plenty of name recognition. I'm also in the best shape of my life, so there's sex appeal there too."

"I'll say." You admit, beginning to write in the Rulebook. "However, I plan on my pictures being more than just blockbusters. They'll be some of the greatest of all time."

Old Rule: Gerry Manheim has complete control over his penis. He can will it to become hard whenever he wants, and cum whenever he wants, with no ill side effects.

"I understand." Johansson grunted. "I can only promise you that I'll do my best to live up to your standards."

"I like your spirit."

New Rule: People are willing to do anything to become business partners with Gerry Manheim.

"Thank you so much sir. I hope I can live up to your high standards." She smiled at you. Something which would ordinarily look dazzling, but with cum on her face and hands fondling her breasts and snatch, instead made her look like an enormous slut. Which was exactly how you'd prefer for her to look.

"You're speaking as if we've already established a business relationship Ms. Johansson. " You give her a serious look. "I assure you that's not quite the case just yet. I still need to know that you possess the quality that I want most out of my partners."

"Oh, of course, I didn't mean to offend. What quality are you looking for?" She asked.

"Loyalty. Loyalty to me and to my vision as a producer. I'm not willing to work with people who would question me every step of the way." You said.

Johansson nodded. "Yes, I understand perfectly. I don't like when others question my acting decisions either."

"I'm glad you understand." You nod. "Now, I also want to make sure that you can act with whatever material I give you, also that you can act under pressure. I'm going to give you a script, and I want you to read it with complete and utter conviction." You reach into your desk and pull out a script you've written for this exact occasion. "Not only that, I want you to read it while masturbating."

"Masturbating?!" The starlet looks outraged.

"Of course." You said, not betraying any emotions. "If you can perform well while fucking yourself and cumming, nothing that happens on a set should ever phase you."

She nodded slowly. "That... makes sense..."

"Good." You hand her the script.

Johansson takes the script from you and reads it. You see a frown cross her features rather quickly, but she doesn't throw the script in your face and call you a pervert or anything. Instead, she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and pushes her hands under the waistband of her panties. Opening her eyes, she begins rubbing herself and starts to perform.

"Hi there mister, I notice that you've been staring at me ever since you walked in. Do you like what you see? Do you like this hot little piece of ass?" She says, her voice dripping with seduction. "Well this hot little piece of ass likes you. In fact, just imagining you bending me over and making me bite a pillow as you fuck me is making me soooooo wet."

You felt yourself getting hard at her performance. Not only was she speaking the lines perfectly, but she was also giving you the sexiest fucking look you've ever received in your life. As good as her performance was however, cracks were already starting to appear in her performance as she started getting herself off.

"I don't know if you know this... oh god... but I'm actually a big Hollywood actress. I'm Sc-Scarlett Johansson. Maybe you've seen some of my... my movies? I'm usually showing off my hot fucking body in all of them... fuck... I l-love knowing that men and women everywhere are ogling my body everytime I r-release a movie... gooooooood!" She arched her back as she got closer and closer to cumming.

You grin and pull up Bitch Remote. You had a surprise for her after she finished her little 'performace'.

"I'm thinking about changing my name though, to really let people know how much of a slut I am, you know? Instead of... fuuuuuck... instead of Scarlett Johansson, wh-what do you- do you think of... Scarlett Johandjob? J-Just remove any pretense? Oh god, just thinking about it males me so fucking h-horny... so horny... p-please, I'm so wet... I need you t-to fuck meeeeeeee!" With a loud moan, she came all over her fingers.

You smiled at her. She was dedicated, you'll give her that.

"H-How did I do?" She asked, returning to the 'polite' sitting position.

"Quite well, Ms. Johansson, quite well indeed. I believe the two of us can consider ourselves partners now." You grin at her.

Her eyes lit up. "Really? Oh thank you, thank you so much, Mr. Manheim. I promise you won't regret it!"

"I'm sure i won't." You said, looking down at your Bitch Remote app...

STRONGEST DESIRE: TO BECOME THE LOVING AND DEDICATED SEX **** OF GERRY MANHEIM.

DESIRE LEVEL: 10/10

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