Scarlett Johansson

David had to resist pinching himself again. He just couldn’t believe this was happening.

He was walking up to Scarlett Johansson’s front door, about to enter her house and give her a massage. His dream was about to come true.

In all honesty, David hadn’t cared if his first celebrity client was a man or a woman. He would have been just as happy with Jeremy Renner or Matt Damon, because he was just so excited to meet a famous person. But David would also be lying if he said a part of him wasn’t looking forward to meeting the stunning beauty of Scarlett Johansson and to be able to put his hands on her skin.

David shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. I can’t think like that!, he scolded himself. I am a professional, damnit!

Shifting the massage table slung over her shoulder to a more comfortable position, David raked his hand through his short brown hair before raising his hand and knocking on the door.

It was an intense few seconds as David stood there on Scarlett Johansson’s front doorstep, anxiety and nerves making him picture all kinds of horrible things that could happen today and how he could get fired if this famous and powerful actress wasn’t happy with David’s job.

Those images dissolved as David heard the tell tale sounds of movement behind the door. He gulped down his nerves as the door swung open and in its place stood his beautiful client.

“Oh, hi, you must be Mr. Trapper,” Scarlett said with a pleasant smile. “It’s so nice to meet you”

David felt his mouth dry and his grip tighten on the bag in his hand.

‘God she’s gorgeous,’ thought David as he took in the woman standing before him.

“That usually isn’t something I hear from someone I just met, but I guess I have be flattered,“ said Scarlett with a teasing laugh.

David could feel his entire face burn as the horrible realization dawned on him. “Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud,“ he asked her as he closed his eyes in embarrassment.

“Sorry, but I don’t think lying to someone is a good first impression,” answered Scarlett, a small laugh escaping her as well.

Stealing himself to move past his horrifyingly embarrassing slip-up, David said, “I am so sorry, Ms. Johansson. Please forgive me for not having control over my own brain. My name is David Trapper and, as you know, I am here from Hands on Stars to help relieve your stress.”

Still smiling at David’s clumsy first impression, Scarlett said, “It’s good to meet you, Mr. Trapper. And of course I forgive you. You’re hardly the first person to make an ass out themselves in front of some body. If I turned away everyone from my home who embarrassed themselves, I would have to throw myself out as well.”

David let out a sigh of relief and laughed at Scarlett’s self deprecation. “We wouldn’t want that,” he said with a laugh.

Feeling more comfortable that Scarlett took his slip up so well, David allowed himself a moment to really look at the movie star standing in front of him.

David had only seen Scarlett in movies, on talk shows, at the Oscars and other red carpet events where she was made-up and prepared by a team of people for people to see. But now it was only a stranger and while she didn’t go all out and try to impress him, she also didn’t just roll out of bed either.

She was wearing a pair of jeans and a Star Wars t-shirt that molded perfectly with her famous drool inducing curves. She had the barest amount of make-up on around her eyes and her hair, recently dyed red in ‘The Avengers’ was dirty blond and reached to the bottom of her neck.

Even in this dressed down, relax at home attire, Scarlett just couldn’t help but look mind blowingly sexy. And it was only because his parents raised him properly that David's eyes hadn’t lingered to long on Scarlett’s fully covered breasts, stretching out the cotton enough to leave a small sliver of Scarlett’s flat stomach exposed.

Scarlett moved from the door way and gestured David in.

“This way, Mr. Trapper,” she said as David entered the spacious house with a “thank you”.

David walked past Scarlett, got a good look at the high ceiling and the staircase leading to the upper two levels of Scarlett’s house before turning back to her and asking, “Where do you want me?”